After raising a crooked junior brother, his design collapsed [Rebirth]

If it's not mine, whose is it?

Ji Xingmian couldn't think much anymore, and curled up instinctively, trying to delay the transmission of the pain, but it didn't help.The blood lines between his brows gradually appeared, breaking through the seal together with the memories, and rushing down like a flood that broke a bank.

Memories of the past spun rapidly in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, turning chapters and rewinding, and replaying scenes one after another.

He saw the blue sky of the imperial capital in a misty mist, which gradually turned into black clouds of West Yue.Like a bystander, Ji Xingmian saw himself as a child, still in his infancy, but placed alone on a high altar.

The demon cultivators in black cloaks were in their respective positions, murmuring incessantly, as if they were performing some evil ritual.

A little sword light pierced the sky, the dark clouds suddenly parted, and the dazzling sunlight shone in.Wen Jing fell from the sky, but she was one step late.

As the first explosion sounded, as if the sequence had been arranged, the demon cultivators in the formation exploded to death, and the exploding blood sprayed all over the altar along the stone slab, and gradually gathered under the baby .

At the end of the ceremony, the altar let out an overwhelmed buzzing sound and completely stopped functioning.

The demon cultivator who blocked him was dead, but Wen Jing still didn't let go of the sword in his hand.He stopped beside Ji Xingmian and raised the sword without too much hesitation, but stopped a moment before it fell.

Ji Xingmian saw himself on the stone platform through the void. The baby who was not yet a month old opened his eyes at some point, stretched out his short arms, and grabbed the sleeves of the people around him.

He is smiling at him.

The sword stopped just like that, and Wen Jing's perennially impassive eyes showed a trace of confusion, followed by painful entanglement.But in the end he put down the sword and picked up the baby silently.

"This formation has the ability to allow people to see the future." Mo Xu's voice came across the distance again, with a more coaxing tone, "Guess what he saw?"

Ji Xingmian's mind was completely occupied by the pain, and he heard himself ask in a trance, "What?"

"What he saw was his child, the dragon. He saw that because of you, the dragon had a chance to survive." Mo Xu did not hide his malice at all, "Your respected master, you have to be tricked even if you are calculated. Master who defended him against the wraith, he was not purely to save you from the very beginning."

"Do you hate him? Hate him," Mo Xu couldn't hide his eagerness under his calm surface, "Give me the things, and I will avenge you."

"Hate?" Ji Xingmian curled up into a ball, the headband that bound his hair spread out during the movement, and the unrestrained black hair naturally fell down to cover most of his face, "I don't hate him, I think it's good."

Mo Xu was stunned, "Why?"

"...Wu Zhou." Ji Xingmian's voice came out intermittently, "I love him...and I hope he is loved by others. It's just me, it's too lonely, I don't want him to be lonely."

Ji Xingmian answered instinctively, as if relieved, "Someone loves him, it's good."

"It's really interesting." Mo Xu laughed loudly, knelt down in front of Ji Xingmian, raised his chin with his hand, and looked at his face wantonly, "Well, since you think it's so good, why are you crying? "

"Crying?" Ji Xingmian raised his hand in a daze, and felt a wet mark on his face as he said.He looked at his hand blankly, and said slowly and slowly, "...it hurts too much."

The place in the heart really hurts.He had never been in such pain, even if he was severely injured or punished for doing something wrong, he had never been in pain like this. The pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe, and he didn't even have the strength to break free.

It was very similar to the scene when I was a child, when ordinary children were eight years old, they were at the age of having fun, but Ji Xingmian was so weak that he could only watch them rolling around in the snow through the window.

He can't do strenuous activities, and he can't even touch the snow. Even the glazed ice lantern that Qin Li soft-heartedly gave him could almost kill him.

So even if he didn't know what the meaning of practice meant, Ji Xingmian still agreed.He listened to the words of the national teacher and tried his best to fulfill all the requirements of the other party, because it was the national teacher who gave him a new life so that he would not have to stay in the house all the time.

So even if you can't leave Feixue Peak, it doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter if you can't do whatever you want.

All he should do.

Ji Xingmian has been fulfilling this belief in his heart until after Feng Wuzhou's death, he found out what the national teacher was doing behind the scenes.

It was the national teacher who provoked the turmoil in the court and caused Wu Zhou's death, and it was also the national teacher who secretly reduced the power of Xianmen and caused disputes. Although it was only the tip of the iceberg, Ji Xingmian could also feel that what the national teacher was doing was not so simple.

Ji Xingmian felt pain and even more confused.After many years of feelings, he couldn't take action against the national teacher, so he simply exiled himself, but met Feng Yuan who had a similar aura to Feng Wuzhou, and it was out of control.

Out of longing and guilt for Wu Zhou, Ji Xingmian acquiesced in Feng Yuan's approach, and pretended not to notice any contact that crossed the boundary, until Feng Yuan kissed him after drinking.

No matter how many excuses, Ji Xingmian understood it clearly, and his heart was moved.

But the beginning of this heartbeat was not so simple, Ji Xingmian struggled for a long time, when he finally figured out his feelings and went to Feng Yuan, the other party changed his expression.

"Do you like me? But I don't like you." The young man smiled at him as if meeting him for the first time, but his eyes were not close at all, and he tilted his head to look at him, "I don't have a heart, how can I like you?"

broken...all broken...

There was a slight clicking sound, and the picture was covered with cracks like cracked glass. Ji Xingmian bowed his waist and panted, but he didn't know how to express this pain.Ji Xingmian finally remembered how Wu Zhou's heart came to him.

On the night when Feng Wuzhou was imprisoned, he once went to the national teacher and asked him to save Wuzhou.

But no matter how much he asked, the national teacher remained steadfast, and asked him instead, "If you saved him this time, can you protect him in the future? His identity as a dragon has been exposed, and it is impossible to stay in the imperial capital again." .As soon as he gets out, countless people will want his life."

The national teacher said indifferently: "What are you going to do when the time comes? Follow him and let Qin Li's hard-working Beiwang be occupied by others, or stay and take over Beiwang and watch him be killed outside?"

Ji Xingmian couldn't answer, no matter which choice he chose, he didn't want to give up.He wanted to have the best of both worlds, but the national teacher forced him to make a choice.

In the end, the national teacher regressed.

The national teacher took Wu Zhou's heart and came out to create the illusion that he was dead, and also washed away Ji Xingmian's memory of this period.But Ji Xingmian didn't know that that heart was finally transferred to him.

He didn't even know that part of the original power was exchanged for him with that heart.

"He gave you that heart in exchange, just wanting you to help his child avoid this disaster, but you thank him wholeheartedly. Even that dragon, he doesn't really love you, who would fall in love with a possessive A person who has lost his heart."

"And your brother, he was lucky enough to survive because of your accident, so he got that name. Do you think he loves you, or is it more fortunate that the accident happened to you. Have you forgotten the glazed ice lantern? He will Don't you know you can't touch snow?"

"Poor child." Mo Xu's voice seemed to be pitiful, and the voice of the devil kept ringing in his ears, "No one really loves you."

no one really loves you...

These words kept circulating in Ji Xingmian's ears, even if he covered his ears, he couldn't stop it.

As if confirming something, the voice next to Ji Xingmian's ear gradually divided into two. For a while, it was Feng Wuzhou when he was a boy kissing his fingertips and saying I like you, and for a while it was Feng Yuan when he was a young man, looking at him with a smile and saying "I love you." How can I like you.

The two voices cyclically interlaced, forming a chaotic mess in Ji Xingmian's ears, humming continuously.

In the end there was only one voice left...

How can I like you.

All of this was done in Ji Xingmian's sea of ​​consciousness, Feng Wuzhou could only see Ji Xingmian curled up in pain, the blood marks between his brows flickering, and the evil spirit on his body condensed like substance.

The blood streak formed quickly, and it was brighter and more dazzling than ever before.Ji Xingmian finally stopped struggling, half-kneeled under the guidance of Mo Xu's words, and raised his hand to receive the short dagger he handed over.

Feng Wuzhou was going crazy at this scene, he desperately hit the film, shouting with all his strength to make Ji Xingmian stop.

But everything was of no avail, Ji Xingmian finally took the short dagger in his hand and stabbed it in his heart.

A strong light shines from his heart, illuminating the entire space.

"Give it to me quickly." Mo Xu stretched out his hand before he took out the thing completely, and his transparent figure gradually solidified in the strong light.Feeling the changes in his body, he said ecstatically, "This is it, hahaha, I finally..."

"No... what did you do!" Mo Xu's ecstatic face turned into panic, he desperately wanted to withdraw his hand, but it seemed as if he was caught by something invisible, and he couldn't pull it back.

Pulled by his movements, Ji Xingmian bent down, covered his lips with his hands, coughed continuously, blood leaked down his fingers, and formed a small pool in the void.

"Didn't you want this?" Ji Xingmian spoke intermittently, with weakness in his voice, "I'll give it to you."

"You're crazy! Are you dying?" Mo Xu was furious, "Even if you bind me with your soul, I won't really die. On the contrary, you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated."

Ji Xingmian didn't answer any more, he felt that his vitality was constantly draining, and it was exhausting to say a word casually.He moved his fingers by his side. , wanted to look in Feng Wuzhou's direction, but didn't dare to look.He is afraid of seeing what he does not want to see, and even more afraid of seeing what he wants to see.

No matter which one it is, it is not very good for him now. If it is the former, he is afraid that he will be even more sad.If it was the latter, he was afraid that he would be reluctant.

There was a loud "boom", and the gravel above his head shook off.

The bright firelight shone down, lighting up the entire dark space.

Feng Lingxuan and Xie Lan didn't expect such a scene, they were stunned for a moment.Mo Xu seized the opportunity, the strong man cut off half of his soul body and pulled it from Ji Xingmian's body, turning into a light spot and flying away along the broken gap.

Losing the fulcrum, Ji Xingmian slid down like losing his strength, and the bright light on his heart gradually disappeared.Xie Lan came back to her senses, hurried down to pick him up, and woke up Feng Lingxuan on the other side, "Hurry up and let him out."

Going back and forth, that layer of film is the nemesis for Feng Wuzhou, but it becomes a decoration in front of Feng Lingxuan, and it can be easily melted away with a little open fire.

Because of the previous consumption, almost every part of Ji Xingmian's body was oozing blood, and his clothes seemed to have been soaked in blood. Xie Lan didn't dare to touch him at all, but only held him in vain to prevent him from falling off.

Feng Wuzhou suddenly got out of trouble, regardless of the injuries on his body, he immediately changed into a human form and went down to pick him up.

"Brother, brother... Look at me, see if I'm alright." Feng Wuzhou called him incoherently with red eyes, wanting to shake him awake desperately, but he didn't dare to touch him.

Even just hugging him vainly like this, Feng Wuzhou could feel Ji Xingmian's body trembling slightly, and his brows were furrowed, which was only when he was in extreme pain.

All the calmness and self-restraint became empty, Feng Wuzhou was so panicked that he was at a loss for what to do, and he was only relying on instinct to give Ji Xingmian spiritual power, but Feng Lingxuan couldn't see it first, "Give him some medicine."

Feng Wuzhou hastily went to find the medicine again, but the medicine couldn't go in at all, the corners of Ji Xingmian's lips kept overflowing with blood, and finally Feng Wuzhou held his back of the head and kissed him, and forcefully poured it in.

The rusty blood filled the entire cavity of his lips, but Feng Wuzhou felt that the smell of blood was better than the bitterness in his heart.

Maybe the medicine had an effect, Ji Xingmian finally showed signs of waking up, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes turned a little, and fixed on Feng Wuzhou's body.

"...No Day." As soon as Ji Xingmian opened his mouth, a large stream of blood continued to flow out, drowning out his voice.

"Don't talk yet." Feng Wuzhou held his wrist, desperately pouring his spiritual power in, "Brother, what do you think is wrong?"

Nowhere is good.

Ji Xingmian was in pain all over. He felt as if a hole had been poked in his body, and his vitality was constantly leaking out of it.

Mo Xu was right, he would die.

"...Wuzhou." Since he couldn't speak, Ji Xingmian simply switched to writing. He took Feng Wuzhou's hand and wrote slowly in his palm just like Feng Wuzhou did when he first transformed into form.

Lacking strength, Ji Xingmian thought he wrote it right, but in fact it was a mess.Feng Wuzhou couldn't tell what he was writing, but he knew from his eyes that he was saying sorry.

"I don't want to be sorry."

This kind of farewell words made Feng Wuzhou completely collapsed, he held Ji Xingmian's hand regardless to let him write any more, choked up and said: "I should say I'm sorry, I was wrong. Brother, I beg you Don't give up on me."

From the first time we met, Ji Xingmian has never seen Feng Wuzhou shed tears, whether he was wronged because he couldn't keep up with the progress when he was a child, or he deliberately asked for pity when he grew up, even though his eyes were red many times, he never cried. Cried in the true sense.

But this time, Ji Xingmian saw it.Feng Wuzhou's tears fell like broken beads, part of them fell into his eyes, and the other part fell onto his face, following his original tear stains along the corners of his lips.

Ji Xingmian tasted a bit of saltiness from the rust in his mouth, and suddenly thought that Wuzhou's tears are also salty.

Same as him.

Ji Xingmian wanted him to stop crying, but his vision dimmed little by little.He heard Feng Wuzhou calling his name non-stop, but couldn't respond to him anymore.

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By the way, just listen to the words of the master and don't believe them all. Don't forget that he is a pyramid scheme leader who can turn black into white.

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