The Man Who Gave The Protagonist a Halo

The corners of Ji Changli's mouth seemed to rise a little more, and he closed his eyes lightly, unable to wake up again.

Bai Xiyu felt as if he had a dream. In the dream, his master wanted to resurrect him, but he fell asleep too.

It's May weather now, the sun outside is warm and warm, and there is a gentle breeze blowing through the forest, leaving behind the rustling sound of leaves, but Bai Xiyu feels that this moment is extremely cold, as if he is in a dream, but There is no way to wake up.

He always thought that after he left, this person should be able to spend a hundred years in peace and happiness with the person he liked.

But why is this so?

He is still holding on to the door frame, there is no unnecessary expression on his face, but the veins on his hands are protruding high, he shakes his head vigorously, trying to make his head clearer at this moment, so that he Being able to figure out what exactly happened.

There seemed to be no sound left around him, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

After a long time, time seemed to stand still, and there was silence between heaven and earth. Bai Xiyu finally let go of his right hand holding the door frame.

He staggered towards the jade coffin, clutching the edge of the jade coffin with both hands, he looked at the dead man in the jade coffin, his eyes did not blink for a long time, he was afraid that his eyelids would Close it, tears are about to fall.

He knelt down on the ground slowly, with both hands still on the edge of the jade coffin, his voice choked up, and he asked the man in the jade coffin, "Master, why did you make yourself like this?"

But the person in the jade coffin could no longer answer him.

Just like before that, Ji Changli always leaned against the jade coffin and said all kinds of touching love words to Bai Xiyu in the jade coffin, and Bai Xiyu in the jade coffin never had a way to respond to him.

Bai Xiyu's typhoid fever is still not healed, and his voice was hoarse after running for so long just now, "Master, why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

In fact, Bai Xiyu didn't quite know what happened until now. He could only vaguely guess that Ji Changli sacrificed his life in order to resurrect him.

Why did he do this?Since he had already been given to death in the past, what was he trying to do now?

Bai Xiyu wanted to laugh at the person in the coffin, but he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything else.

After a long time, Bai Xiyu remembered that there was another person standing behind him. Without turning his head, he stared at the person in the jade coffin and asked the person behind him, "Master Dao, can you recall your majesty's soul?" Come?"

Bai Xiyu also knew in his heart that this was almost impossible. If Ji Changli's soul could be recalled, the Taoist priest would probably have done it long ago, but when he heard the Taoist priest say it with his own ears, he still felt that Somewhat unbearable.

The Taoist priest lowered his head and sighed, "Before you came here, His Majesty's soul has already dissipated. His last words are just the last consciousness remaining in the body."

"Even... when he died, he didn't believe that you really came back."

Daochang moved his fingers twice, and then removed all the talisman papers on Ji Changli's body. He looked at Bai Xiyu who was kneeling on the ground, and said for a long time, "General Bai, it's you."

"Yes." Bai Xiyu nodded slightly.

Daoist Priest's eye sockets were a little moist, he was silent for a while, and then sighed, "God's will tricks people."

Bai Xiyu's two hands finally loosened slowly, and he seemed to have finally calmed down. He heard the chirping of insects and birds outside, the sound of wind passing through the woods, and the flowers quietly blooming outside the Shuangque Temple. Bai Xiyu stood Standing up, he turned his head to look at the Taoist priest. His voice was calm and hoarse, and he asked, "Can the Taoist priest tell me what is going on?"

"Let's tell the general a story, poor Taoist." The Taoist priest didn't wait for Bai Xiyu to speak, turned around and spoke on his own. His voice was not loud, but Bai Xiyu could hear every word very clearly.

"It is said that the Yin clan is the descendant of the ancient god clan. Thousands of years have passed, and only the Yin clan is left on this continent who can use divine power. The curse, and the only way to lift the curse is to rely on the Yin family's saintly highness..."

Bai Xiyu listened quietly to the priest telling the story. He recalled everything that happened after he came to this world again. He put together the broken pictures in his mind, and finally knew the whole story.

He suddenly remembered the lantern that Ji Changli bought during the Shangyuan Festival, why he had already written most of the sentence "every year is always healthy, see you every year", but in the end he changed it to "Peace and joy, a lifetime of worry-free life."

Because Ji Changli already knew at that time that they might not see each other again.

"The poor Taoist shouldn't have said this to the general." The Taoist came over, glanced at Ji Changli lying in the jade coffin, then turned to look at Bai Xiyu, took out a small porcelain bottle from his cuff, He said to him: "Pindao promised His Majesty that after the general wakes up, he will take this soul-eliminating pill for the general. Now it seems that Pindao is going to lose his promise to His Majesty."

Bai Xiyu took the small porcelain bottle over, with a stiff expression, turned his head and glanced at Ji Changli again, he was smiling, but in the eyes of the Taoist priest, that smile was uglier than crying, Bai Xiyu laughed , "He thought of everything."

"No." The Taoist priest shook his head, seemingly feeling emotional, "Your Majesty, if he knew that the general had already returned, today's incident would not have happened."

Bai Xiyu was not talking, he bent down, and touched Ji Changli's face with his fingers. Suddenly, his gaze paused, and he saw a jade statue in Ji Changli's hand, and that stone statue was carved out of his own appearance. .

He suddenly remembered that many years ago, he told his master that if in the future, he meets someone he likes, he must find a piece of jade, carve it into the appearance of the other person, and give it to him personally.

With a faint smile on Bai Xiyu's face, he asked him in a low voice: "It's already carved, why don't you give it to me?"

"You didn't even recognize me, Master, are you going to forget about me, or don't you actually like me that much?"

"Master..." Bai Xiyu's tears finally fell down, one drop, two drops, the tears gradually fainted on Ji Changli's clothes, his body was trembling constantly, as if he was about to faint.

"General Bai." The Daoist yelled behind Bai Xiyu, but Bai Xiyu didn't seem to hear him, still lying beside the jade coffin, crying uncontrollably.

The summer flowers outside are blooming warmly and gorgeously. Colorful butterflies and bees are playing in front of the flowers. This early summer is as noisy and colorful as ever, but Bai Xiyu feels that the whole world has turned into black and white, and only he is left crying .

"Master—Master—"

He shouted one after another, hoarse and hysterical.

……

"Xiaobai." Ji Changli's voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Bai Xiyu raised his head in a daze, and the body of the person in the jade coffin was slowly dissipating at this moment. Bai Xiyu's eyes widened, but he was powerless, but in the blink of an eye, Ji Changli in the jade coffin became nothingness.

He turned around, and found that Ji Changli was wearing black clothes, standing at the door, smiling at him with curved eyebrows.

"Master..." Bai Xiyu murmured.