The invulnerability of fast wear

Blue tiles and white walls, drizzling rain.

Wu Xie woke up to the clear sound of the man reading. There were needle-like rain lines floating in the ice-blue thermal image in front of him. The arm lying on the window eaves was already numb. When he moved a little, he felt the pain on his shoulder. It was a little heavy, so he raised his hand to touch it, but he touched a bunch of fluffy things, which should be a fur shawl made of some kind of animal.

At this moment, Yan Song was reading the story of the fox demon and the mouse demon, and he said that the fox demon also turned into a mouse. After spending a lot of time, he finally convinced the mouse demon that it was the same kind. The two became friends and planned to Hand in hand with the rivers and lakes to do a great cause——At this moment, a wolf demon in gray fur also arrived here, eyeing the most bullying rat demon, intending to devour it to replenish his skills.

Listening to the story, Wu Xie thought to himself that this big bad wolf might not be able to please him, and that rat monster was not a vegetarian either.But the sound of reading stopped, and the shawl on his shoulders was tucked away. Yan Song spoke softly, wrapped in great concern:

"If Ashie is tired, go to bed, you will catch a cold if you sleep here."

Wu Xie let out a dazed "Ugh" and was about to get up while leaning on the window eaves, but he forgot that a piece of flesh had been gouged out of his knee and stepped on the floor. He fell down, but he was hugged by the young man and sent to the couch. He took off his shoes, took off his shawl, and helped him cover the quilt. He was so considerate.

Wu Xie just felt flustered.

Ever since he failed to escape and was brought back by Yan Song, the other party found a real doctor to give him a pulse, and he didn't know what he said to Yan Song. The attitude of this person suddenly turned 180 degrees. He, he ate and drank well and offered him up, as if he was some kind of expensive vase that would shatter if touched, and he wished he could wrap his whole body with a soft cushion to be at ease.

The antidote has been completed, and it is now kept by the system, but as long as he wants, he can take it out and use it at any time—Wu Xie knew that this body might not last long, so he should finish the matter of "awakening Yan Song" as soon as possible, but At such a time, he began to hesitate.

He realized that Yan Song's feelings for him had changed qualitatively.

This person no longer regards Zong Tiangang as a pretense to torture him, and even tried to help him practice, but because this body was blinded by a hidden injury when he was young, and his vitality was injured during the Zonggu Sangong, he lost blood frequently afterwards It also caused the heart-cracking Gu planted in the body to start to backlash, and it was impossible to withstand the guidance of external and internal energy, let alone self-cultivation, so it could only give up for the time being.

Now Yan Song will help him press the place where he missed the bone every day with a special technique, hoping that he will recover soon, but the system urges him to give Yan Song medicine every day, saying that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, The longer it drags on, the more Yan Song pays, and the more he will be unbearable when he dies.

Wu Xie thought about it and thought it was true. He didn't plan to wait any longer, and he didn't want to design any ceremony for his departure. He hoped that everything that happened next would be like the continuous rainy weather these days, which was nothing more than nothing to Yan Song. Everyday is no different from yesterday.

Even though he knew that hope was just another lie.

The young man touched his hand hidden under the quilt as usual, and after warming it, he sighed:

"Why is it always so cold?"

Then he took off his boots, lifted the corners of the quilt, and got into it himself, warmly acting as a self-heating human hot water bottle next to the man.

It stands to reason that Wu Xie would be lying motionless at this time, basically falling asleep, but today is a little different. The man's hand that was not being held got out from under the quilt and groped for a while on the face. Under the gaze of petrification, he slowly removed the blindfold and opened those bright eyes like two moons.

"What's wrong?" Yan Song reacted slowly, and leaned over to ask, "Is it uncomfortable to wear?"

"I want to drink water." Wu Xie said.

Yan Song then pulled out the small cabinet next to the bed, poured a glass of water for the man and handed it over. The man drank very slowly, and his long but sparse eyelashes drooped, and the trembling made his heart itch, and he really wanted to relax. Touch it lightly, or drop a gentle kiss there.

The cup returned to his hand, Yan Song drank the rest of the water, snapped it back to the spout, turned around, but was kissed by the man who leaned over suddenly.

Yan Song was stunned.

A thin stream of water poured from the man's mouth into his slightly open mouth, it was bitter and tasted like medicine, but before he could refuse, something was pushed into his mouth from the tip of the man's tongue along the large amount of water. Here, it should be a pill. After entering his mouth, it turned into a bitter warm current and seeped into his throat. Imprisoned in a narrow area, the hand that the two were holding was forcibly separated by the man, and turned into a tight entanglement of five fingers. The hairpin on the crown was removed, and the long hair fell loose. Both of them were gasping for breath. Unbearable, until Yan Song's throat sweetened, he suddenly pushed the man away.

He leaned against the bedside and vomited out countless lumps of black objects, like pieces of internal organs. His internal organs seemed to be burning, and the long-lost feeling of heart-cracking gu attack surged in his heart. He forcibly restrained the desire to kill, but heard the man There was a loud laugh, followed by a chill in the waist and abdomen.

Pain was like a taste he was used to. Compared with the great loss and emptiness surging deep in his heart, he even felt that it was nothing. He turned back to look at the person who was still smiling—— The long-lost flush, the clear eyes narrowed slightly, as if they had done something interesting, and the thin lips were rarely opened, which turned out to be a brilliance he had never seen before.

The man's laughter gradually stopped, he gasped and stared in his direction for a long time, and finally fell down on the quilt as if he was finally relieved, the bloody hairpin was also taken into his arms, and he quietly closed his eyes hiding the moon. None stayed.

"Do you hate me that much?"

The young man's sad tone contained sobs:

"Is that why you want to kill me?"

He looked deeply at the sleeping man, and tremblingly touched the man's blood-stained cheek.

"Why……"

"Obviously you hurt me first, you made me like this, now, are you blaming me?"

He spat out another mouthful of blood, but only wiped it off with his sleeve, showing a tearful smile, and asked tremblingly:

"Ah Xie, where did you get your medicine...I'm going to have a gut piercing, you open your eyes and look at me, I know you're not asleep-you get up, get up and answer me...What is your next plan ? Let Bai Ze take you away, and you go back to be your owner of Qingxi Valley, and you want to abandon me, right?"

The pain in his internal organs that was almost completely burned made the young man couldn't help but bend down, and he said in a crying voice:

"I'm in so much pain, Xie..."

The young man clutched his abdomen and barely crawled over, grabbed the man's thin white neck with one hand, tears rolled down unscrupulously, and his vision gradually blurred:

"Let's die together."

From the beginning to the end, the man just lay there, as if he was really asleep, and did not respond to his questioning.

The five fingers slowly tightened, tears wet the man's cheeks, and the crystal clear liquid fell along the pale arc, as if this man was also crying for his own betrayal. For some reason, seeing such a scene, he knew it was fake. Yes, but Yan Song suddenly couldn't do anything.

"I won't be able to kill you until I die." The young man laughed sadly, "I'm going to despair of myself. I want to kill you, but I can't do it. Why?"

"Can you tell me?"

The man didn't answer him, but still fell asleep peacefully.

Suddenly his whole body was cold, Yan Song leaned back to the edge of the bed, and vomited a large amount of sticks again. After vomiting this time, he found that the manic depression in his heart seemed to be taken away by the vomited substances, and his whole body Take it easy.

He was surprised, and at the same time carefully looked at those strips, although he didn't want to admit it, but those things were really similar to the Heart Ripper Gu planted in his body at the beginning, an impossible guess suddenly appeared in his mind, he turned to look The person beside him tremblingly asked:

"What you fed me...was the antidote to the heart-cracking Gu?"

The man didn't answer.

"Axie?"

The young man had just escaped from despair, but found that he seemed to have fallen into another huge panic.

He held the man's hand hidden under the quilt, and called again:

"Ah Xie, wake up, don't sleep."

"Axie." He lowered his head, "I was wrong, I shouldn't blame you, you wake up, don't be angry with me... as long as you are willing to talk to me, you can do whatever you want, if you want to get back The valley is fine too... I won't back down again, Axie."

"Wake up."

The room was silent, and the person with a peaceful face fell asleep peacefully.

The rain falls outside the house, and the rain falls inside the house. They are in the same room openly, but Wen Xiaoxiao.

The dead air that has spread for a long time enveloped the living person, and he was silent for a long time. Finally, the young man bent down and said in the most gentle tone:

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. You are very tired, go to sleep."

He kissed the sparse eyelashes according to his own will, tucked up the quilt for the man, and walked barefoot towards the folding door.

The butler who was waiting outside saw that his young master was covered in blood. He was startled at first, but the young master had a calm expression and raised his hand to let him prepare a carriage, saying that he was going out to visit an old friend.

The steward immediately gave orders, then came back cautiously and asked:

"Where does the young master's old friend live?"

Yan Song smiled slightly and said:

"He's in Qingxi Valley."

Yan Song's visit was very simple and rude. He didn't post a greeting card, and he didn't inform anyone. Instead, he followed the formation he stepped on when he descended the mountain, and returned to the Goose Feather Hall unimpeded.

He knew that Bai Ze was still alive, and was planning how to break into Yulong Villa to rescue Wu Xie.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Climb to the top.

A thousand hectares of pear blossoms fall like snow.

——The flowing wind returns to the snow, and the moon is covered by light clouds. It can be imitated by a goose feather, and it is called the Goose Feather Pavilion.

There is no one in the jade-made flower pavilion, and the light and shadow passing by in the crevice of the cliff in the ethereal cage gauze all converge into a mysterious scene that escapes the dust.

It is the darkest sky and the earth, and it is also the bright moon in the night.

The strong wind whipped up countless pear blossoms and scattered snow, falling into the world like spring white.

Lying on the ice-cold jade, feeling the cruelty and coldness that is contained under the warmth—the withered flower branches in my arms, no matter it is touched by the wind or people, it will be broken at the touch of a touch, and there is no residual horn left.

Another kind of memory gradually came back, making people fall into an instant.

The pain gradually intensified, the panting seemed to be foaming with blood, stained with a fishy smell, and messy fragments came one after another.

EKG reset to zero.

"drop--"

That's a void created by a lack, a void that's hard to fill.

The night weaves delicate dreams from the tops of pear trees.

The wind stops, the flowers stop, the sun and the moon stop.

The unemotional electronic sound finally broke the frozen silence.

"Drip, the world [0] is currently not deleted, do you want to delete the memory of this world?"

The world is empty, only the breathing of youth remains.

"The experience."

"too painful."