nowhere to go

Said: "But, this is what I wrote. No matter how confused I am, I still won't forget what I wrote."

Weiyin was stunned, and said, "This...was you writing it?"

Fan Yuan responded softly: "Yes."

Standing there, Weiyin turned over page by page, watching word by word.

Fan Yuan smiled nonchalantly, and said, "There is my signature at the end of the book."

Wei Yin turned to the end according to his words, and really saw three small characters, which clearly said Jiang Wei Yin.Weiyin stood holding the book for a while, then went back to sit down in front of the desk, opened it and compared the contents of the book, looked at it bit by bit, and picked up a pen from time to time to excerpt a sentence or two that he didn't understand.

Fan Yuan looked at Weiyin's depressed appearance with some happiness, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Weiyin's writing, even he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but how could he miss such a good opportunity, so he spoke Asked: "Do you like Lin Chong's calligraphy?"

Not because he didn't stop writing, but replied while writing: "No."

Fan Yuan asked with a smile: "Looking at your handwriting, it must have been his copybook for a long time, and Diehuan and Han Enliang's, right?"

Wei Yin's hand finally stopped, he frowned and looked at his own handwriting carefully, and replied: "Yes."

Those copybooks were all personally selected by Yan Qinghong to be printed for him, and they were printed for several years, over and over again.As for who it belonged to and why he came here, he hadn't thought about it, and it didn't matter whether he liked it or not. He only knew that Yan Qinghong hoped that he would keep learning.

"I used to read their handwriting a lot, so I searched through Zangshuge to find a lot of their copybooks. It took me a long time." Fan Yuan looked at Weiyin's expression, and finally changed to a gentler way of saying it, but Weiyin still insisted. I understood it in an instant.

Knowing that Yan Qinghong picked the copybook for him according to his preferences in his previous life, Weiyin thought he would like it, but forgot to ask the current him whether he likes it or not.When he didn't know anything, Yan Qinghong had already arranged for him step by step, as if there was a shackle named Jiang Weiyin tightly shackling him, and the person who put on this shackle for him was Yan Qinghong.

"Teach me...how to write your characters..."

Wei Yin's voice trembled slightly, Fan Yuan was very satisfied with this, he approached slowly, and replied softly: "Yes."

"Your handwriting is too rigid now, and the strokes are not strong enough, don't be sloppy... relax your wrist, and say it... don't hesitate too much..."

Fan Yuan pressed Jiang Weiyin's memory bit by bit, seeing that every word written by Weiyin was getting closer and closer to the appearance in his memory, and in the end, the writing was smooth and smooth, and it was completely Jiang Weiyin's fault. handwriting.

Fan Yuan glanced at the notebook placed aside, not many people knew about Jiang Weiyin's becoming the Demon Emperor, almost all the things belonging to Jiang Weiyin in Chenhuang were destroyed as far as he saw, And this notebook was written completely according to Lin Chong's writing method, so Yan Qinghong kept it and put it in the study, and it seems to be well preserved.

Wei Yin stopped writing, looked at his handwriting that was beyond recognition, and slowly stroked the paper with his hand.Those words seemed to be covered with fine needles, piercing each of his fingers, hurting all the way to his heart, then spreading to his whole body, and finally turning into a trace of despair, wrapping him tightly, piercing his flesh and seeping into his bone marrow middle.

Yan Qinghong once said that watching characters is like watching people.

He is not Jiang Weiyin.

The person Yan Qinghong likes is not him, not, not...

Yan Qinghong's right hand suddenly hurt. The pain was so severe that he couldn't even hold Huayue firmly, and the Huayue sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Gu Shuang put away his sword and ran over. Seeing Yan Qinghong tightly pressing his right hand with a painful expression on his face, he immediately asked, "Is something wrong with the younger brother?"

Yan Qinghong endured the pain and stood up. He had drawn the blood curse on Weiyin for so many years, and he had never felt such pain in his heart like now, even half of his body was almost numb from the pain.

not due to...

Yan Qinghong yelled in his heart, and rushed to the study.

But there was no one in the study room, only the books spread out on the case and the wet pen and ink showed that someone stayed here not long ago.

Yan Qinghong was stunned looking at the pages of transcripts and open books on the table. He knelt down in front of the case, stretched out his hand to hold the transcripts in front of his eyes, and looked at them one by one. Finally, he fell down. Tears came and wet the paper in his hand, the ink gradually smudged with the tears, melting the words into a blur.

Gu Shuang stepped forward, picked up the book on the case, glanced at it, and turned to the end.

He has clearly set up an enchantment on the book, so why can't he still open the book and see its contents.

"Jiang Weiyin... Please, help me... cover up... okay..."

Did you suddenly feel that the story, God unfolded?It's even more bloody!

Chapter 35

"How do you want me to cover it up for you?"

"Whatever is fine, even if you become me now, it doesn't matter."

"Is what you said true?"

"Yes……"

When Yan Qinghong and Gu Shuangchi found Weiyin, he was standing by a pool, with his head down, as if he was looking at his own reflection in a daze.

Suddenly, the pain from Yan Qinghong's hand subsided, and he couldn't feel it anymore. He looked at Weiyin uneasily, and was about to ask him what happened just now, but he saw Weiyin turning around slowly and staring at him. look.

Fan Yuan looked at Yan Qinghong, but actually wanted to rush forward and kill him.Leaving aside the revenge of the sword in the blood lotus, Jiang Weiyin's two lives were cut into the hands of the man in front of him, and he felt very unhappy in his heart.But what he wants at this time is not Yan Qinghong's death, this body is still under Weiyin's own control, as long as Weiyin is unwilling at all, he must let it go back, there is no other way.

Tsk, it would be great if he could be as tough as before, just grab it by force, if you can do it, you can't, it's so muddled.

It's a pity that he only has this thin soul and three souls now, not to mention swallowing Wei Yin's soul by force, maybe he will be bitten back, that's not worth the loss.

He can only pretend that he is half Jiang Weiyin and half is still Weiyin.

Fan Yuan quietly looked at Wei Yin who was holding his hand and squatting beside him, trembling with pain all over his body, and said, "Don't be afraid, he won't see it."

Although the blood curse was painted on the body, it was directly engraved into the soul. At this time, the blood curse in Weiyin's hand had completely emerged, bleeding continuously as if it was about to melt away.

The blood curse is usually successfully cast only when the person is willing. The caster can sense where the other party is, whether it is dangerous, or even his mood and thoughts through the blood curse. Therefore, the blood curse is also called the lover's curse. It is difficult to erase the painting.

Unless all the skin and flesh painted with blood curses are gouged out.Or, like now, let the body exchange for a soul.

The emotion of Weiyin has always been dull. This is because of the lack of heart and soul, it is also the result of personality, and it is the result of everything around.Slowness is dullness, not because he is not blind, nor is he a fool in the true sense. These emotions that have been accumulated for many years and suppressed for a long time cannot be resolved overnight with a few simple words.

At least now, it is no longer.

Yan Qinghong stepped forward and grabbed Wei Yin's hand, looked at him and asked tentatively: "We Yin...?"

Fan Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Qinghong's hand. If he is indeed Jiang Weiyin now, the person he likes is standing in front of him. Even though he has been dead for many years, this person still likes him, he should know I feel very happy.But he is not, he only has hatred for Yan Qinghong.

Jiang Wei died because of Yan Qinghong, but now Yan Qinghong wants to erase Wei Yin's existence because of Jiang Wei, this is no different from killing him.

So no matter from which point of view, he has enough reasons to hate Yan Qinghong.

Fan Yuan lowered his head, withdrew his hand, and said, "I want to be alone... calm down..."

Just a simple sentence and a look are enough to make Yan Qinghong speechless.

Yan Qinghong remembered everything about Jiang Weiyin clearly and engraved it in his heart, so he could save even the step of asking.

Can only leave without reason.

Fan Yuan walked into the medicine garden, found a random pillar and leaned on it, crossed his arms and looked at the herbs in the garden in a trance.

Weiyin is still unwilling to come back, he is very happy to enjoy the feeling of being alive like this now, but he is inexplicably unhappy.

Probably because of the influence of uncaused emotions, or the impermanence of life.

It may also be because he now has the memory of Jiang Weiyin.

Gu Shuang found Wei Yin later, and asked, "Who are you... now?"

Fan Yuan noticed Gu Shuangchi's arrival early in the morning, and knew that he hid in the dark and watched him quietly for a long time. Among these few people, Gu Shuangchi is probably the most difficult to deceive.

Fan Yuan turned his head, looked at Gu Shuangchi slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and replied: "No reason."

Gu Shuangchi frowned and said, "You are not him."

Fan Yuan withdrew his smile, lowered his head and said, "Why can't I be him."

Gu Shuangchi said: "You are clearly two people."

Fan Yuan said: "It's just remembering the past, why not?"

Gu Shuang was stunned when he heard the words.

Looking at Gu Shuangchi's expression, Fan Yuan no longer stood leaning against the pillar. He put down his hands and walked in front of Gu Shuangchi, asking, "Senior Brother Shuangchi, why is this?"

Gu Shuangchi lowered his head, not daring to look again.He really couldn't answer this question, but he just felt very uneasy in his heart, as if something very important disappeared in an instant.

Until he returned to the room, he was still thinking about the two questions that Wei Yin asked. He was afraid that his thoughts were wrong, and even more afraid that what he believed in was actually wrong.