Twilight War

04

The sacred white city of Asgard was shrouded in boundless rain. In the past three days, the number of guards here had nearly quadrupled. Arthur's soldiers in white uniforms were constantly patrolling the capital.

Everyone in the capital didn't know what was going on, but everyone knew about this battle, and they were afraid that something big would happen.

The bustling streets of Asgard no longer had the usual traffic, and those who had to go out walked in silence, accepting the checks of the patrol police on the road.

On the main street of Asgard, pedestrians held black umbrellas and walked quickly with their heads down. The cold rain dripped from the bronze World Tree emblem on the chest of the police officer on the road.

Cool blue mercury lamp light scattered in the rain.

The boy in black and red satin was walking backwards in the tide-like crowd, the rain fell from his tangled hair, and he raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face.

The little girl in the red dress looked back at the strange boy, and was about to say something when her parents took her by the hand and hurried away.The dim street lamp was burning in the glass, illuminating the slanting raindrops in the sky, and the surrounding area was covered with a silver halo.

The young man walked retrograde among the crowd, like a homeless wild cat in the night rain, he looked up at the boundless evening rain falling from the night.

The patrolling police officer also saw the strange boy and was about to question him, but turned around but couldn't find the boy at all.The officer frowned suspiciously.

The puddles of water on the black ground reflected the entire gray foggy sky.

Usually after five o'clock, there would be no one around the Golden Palace, but now there are dozens of Templars wearing silver leaf badges patrolling back and forth, and even Weir is guarding here.

It seems that Wisper's situation is really not good. He said to Zichen before that he doesn't like too many people in the Golden Palace at night.

The Golden Palace in the rain curtain is magnificent and magnificent, just like the residence of the gods in mythology.

Now that Zichen didn't have much strength, he felt that he was tired, and that kind of tiredness came from the bottom of his heart.

The room deep in the Golden Palace was dark with the lights off.

He remembered that the lights would be on there at this time in the past, and when he opened it at this time, he should be able to see Wisipel reading a book in front of the desk with gold-rimmed eyes, sometimes wearing warm clothes. She was wearing a knitted sweater, flipping through the book in her hand with her slender fingers.Seeing him come in, he would look up at him and smile very softly.

That was the warmest tenderness he had ever experienced.He would wait for him to come to him, and then pull him into his arms, would bite his neck, as if he had been waiting here for him for a long, long time, after a long time, after such a long time Burning day and lonely night.He had been there waiting for him.

He built a city with the coldest ice and snow in the world. In the city lived his beloved boy, and he gave him all the gentle evenings.

"Who!" Weier immediately pulled out the giant sword vigilantly when he heard the sound around him.

Zichen jumped off the huge statue in front of the Golden Palace, and as soon as he got up, Weier's giant sword rested on his neck.

"You... still, dare to come!" Weier said to Zichen almost gnashing his teeth, pressing down the epee little by little, "You ungrateful traitor."

Zichen raised his head and looked at Weier, who had burst out with veins.

"What are you doing here?"

Zichen didn't speak, just looked at Weier.

Tang De walked to Weier's side, patted Weier's shoulder, and his voice was a little tired. He looked at Zichen almost helplessly, and then said to Weier, "Let him in."

Weier's hands were shaking, and he looked at Zichen viciously.

In the end, the epee slowly moved away from Zichen, Weier turned his head away from Zichen, gritted his teeth and said, "You, go in."

"Zichen..." Tang De said suddenly looking at Zichen's back.

The boy in the rain stopped.

"It's never the sharp arrow that can really hurt His Highness, but you."

03

The rain outside the window covered the sky, and all the buildings in the distance were blurred into one piece in this gray. Under the blue-black sky, the whole city seemed to be overturned.

He glanced at the familiar scenery outside the window, and feared that he would never have the chance to see it again in the future.

The room was dimly lit, and the man on the bed was rarely weak and sick.His usually stern and ascetic face was flushed, and his silver hair was spread out on the bed.

This man is always so strong, so powerful that people forget that he also has weakness, pain and despair.He is like a god, like a king, making people think that he is born to bear everything.He should stand upright, he should be all-powerful, he is powerful and omnipotent.

Zichen walked in slightly, the man frowned weakly and painfully, mumbling something in his sleep but couldn't hear clearly.

He wanted to touch Vichypel, but remembered that his hand was too cold, so he finally took it back.

After thinking for a while, he took out the medicine bottle from his arms and put it on the table. He laughed a bit self-deprecatingly. In fact, wouldn't it be enough to give the medicine directly to Will?In the end, he just wanted to see Wispel for the last time, but when he did see him, he really couldn't leave as cleanly as he imagined.

This is the person he loves the most, he has no way to say that he has nothing to do with it, and he still wants to have him after another look.

He covets all his beauty, covets all his tenderness.It's just that those will no longer belong to him.

He bit his white lips, and just as he was about to leave, he found a pair of eyes staring at him on the bed. Those two indifferent, almost colorless eyes were slightly red, as if he had been wronged.Wisipel buried half of his face in the quilt, but his eyes were fixed on Zichen, without saying anything, just looking at it like this, like a big dog who knows its master is going to leave.

Zichen didn't look at Wisipel, and walked to the window alone, but his eyes were still staring at him, as if he was about to cry.

Just as Zichen was about to turn out the window, he heard Wisipel calling him hoarsely behind him.

"...Little Phoenix Bird."

The voice was hoarse and low, and it was completely gone from Wisipel's cold and pleasant voice like broken jade in the past, and even choked up a bit.Visipel was obviously aware of this, and buried his entire face in the quilt, as if giving up on himself.

Zichen grabbed the medicine bottle on the table, frowned at the quilt on the bed and said, "Come out, I'll give you the medicine."

From the white quilt, a pair of red eyes slowly protruded, "You...are you going?"

Zichen nodded, "En."

Vichypel smiled at him suddenly, without any vigilance and vigilance just now, like a child who got the long-awaited candy.He stretched out his hand from under the quilt, took Zichen's cold hand hanging in the air, and then put it on his lips and kissed it lightly.

Zichen could feel that Vichypel's body temperature was abnormally high, and the heat on his hands seemed to evaporate all the rainwater on his hands.

"Where is the wound? I'll give you medicine."

Wisipel rubbed Zichen's still-cold hand with his side face, "Why are you still so cold?"

"Where is the wound?" Zichen pulled his hand out of Wisipel's hand. If this continues, he will be burned by the heat sooner or later.

Wischpel lifted his quilt and began to take off his pants.

"Vichpel, I'm not here to watch you play hooligans!"

After seeing the injury on Vehipel's leg, Zichen was suddenly speechless.

The Tianyu herb is a strange poison of the Si family, and it will kill you if you touch it. Zichen doesn't know why Wispel can survive until now, but he can know how much pain Wispel has endured until now.

Zichen lightly touched the hideous and ugly wound on Wisipel's leg, "Does it hurt?"

Just about to shake his head, Wischpel nodded childishly as if remembering something, like a child who has been wronged enough.

"Be patient." Zichen frowned, and sprinkled the medicine in his hand on Vehipel's leg little by little.

The night rain outside the window seemed to be falling endlessly, and Zichen spread the medicine on Vehipel's leg little by little.

It's as cool as jade, Zichen thought in his heart.It's a pity that there will be no more opportunities in the future.

Wisipel lowered his eyebrows, as if he was enduring pain, his eyebrows were like ice and snow in the northern region.

Zichen took the gauze and bandaged the wound on Vehipel's leg bit by bit.Wischpel lay on his back on the pillow, looking at Zichen weakly.

After Zichen bandaged the wound, he looked up at Wispel, and found that Wisipel was looking straight at him, his eyes were frighteningly hot.

Zichen coughed softly, "I should go."

As soon as he turned around and was about to leave, the hand hanging by his side was suddenly grabbed. Wihipel's hand became colder than his. He lay on the bed and looked at Zichen weakly from bottom to top, He regained his bullying appearance, and he couldn't find the animal appearance at all.

He stopped looking into Zichen's eyes, and lowered his head to look at Zichen's hand in his hand, rubbing it one after another, from the fingertips to the fingertips, from the knuckles to the palm.His strength was very light, as if he could break free at any time.

Zichen bit his lip, "When the rain stops, I'll leave when the rain stops."

"En." Wisipel smiled lightly, like a piece of hard candy just peeled off in the hands of a child, he took Zichen's hand and clasped his fingers.

"Let's take a shower first and change clothes." Wihipel looked up at Zichen and said, the blue in his eyes was as pale as clouds floating in the sky.

Zichen looked at Wisipel warily, and Wisipel responded with a kind and innocent expression.

The clothes on his body were indeed wet, and besides, Vehipel couldn't do anything to him in his current state.

Zichen took the clothes he wanted to change from the cabinet. Anyway, he had more clothes here than at Huangxuan's house.

He glanced back at Vichypel.

Wischpel shook his head, then turned his head away, "I won't read it."

The sound of water in the bathroom and the sound of rain outside the window were mixed together, and the sound of the distance seemed unreal.Wihipel said no, of course it was impossible not to look at it, Zichen turned his head back as soon as he walked into the bathroom.Looking at the blurred figure of the boy in the water vapor.

Through the steamy glass door, Zichen's clothes were taken off one by one, like a gift he had unwrapped, layer by layer.Wihipel looked at it for a while, feeling that it was a complete torture to himself, so he sighed and turned his head.

The sound of water behind him could be heard clearly, and Vehipel covered his forehead with his hands and sighed helplessly, then quietly turned his head and continued to look at the blurred youth in the bathroom.

Even if it is torture, I am afraid that this kind of torture will never happen again in the future.

Those blue eyes reflected the boy's slender neck, thin waist, and clean and white legs like transparent glass.

Wischpel lay sideways on the pillow and watched the young man push open the steamy glass door, step on the ground with his bare feet, and wipe his black messy hair with a towel.

All the fuzzy things became real, as if the beauty that had been envisioned thousands of times had come true.And the young man he had been thinking about suddenly appeared in front of him in such a real way.

Unfortunately……

Wisper moved a little outside, looked at Zichen and said, "You sleep inside."

Zichen wiped his hair, still looking at Vehipel with some vigilance.Vichypel spread his hands, as if you see what I can do to you now.Zichen threw the towel aside, rolled over Wisipel and lay down on the bed.

Wisipel turned sideways and wanted to kiss Zichen's side face as he did every time before going to sleep, but Zichen suddenly looked up at him vigilantly.

Wisper shook his head with a wry smile, and covered the quilt with dust.

"Nice dream."

—my boy.

05

Darkness enveloped Asgard. Unlike the calmness of the past, there were Arthur soldiers in white uniforms patrolling here and there.

The sound of the boundless night rain falling on the city is far away and unreal, and one or two fireflies are hiding outside the window, giving off a cool light in the dark night.

As soon as Wisipel opened his eyes, he found that there was no one inside the bed, and outside the window was endless night rain, and the darkness was overwhelming.

He lay quietly on the bed, as if he already knew the ending.

He half-opened his eyes, and his silver eyelashes looked like the first snow.

However, when he closed his eyes in despair again, he heard a slight sound from the kitchen.

Wisipel struggled to get up from the bed, the injury on his leg was excruciatingly painful every time he moved, the poison of the rainweed would corrode the muscles, making life worse than death.

He obviously shouldn't be so fragile, he has experienced things a hundred times more painful than this, but now he is knocked down so easily.

Gritting his teeth, he limped toward the kitchen where a light was on.

Hearing the sound, Zichen raised his head quickly, and looked at Vehipel who appeared at the door. His lips were so pale that there was almost no color, his blue eyes were as cold as ice. Two buttons were undone, exposing the pink chest and collarbone.

"I'm hungry..." Zichen shrugged helplessly, "I plan to make something myself."

Wisipel still looked at him coldly, leaning against the door, guarding Zichen stubbornly.

"I'll be fine soon." Zichen said.

Wischpel didn't speak, still staring at Zichen closely.

"You have an injury on your leg," Zichen said.

Zichen saw that Wisper had no intention of going back to lie down and had to cook quickly.

The rain outside the window hit the window, leaving traces along the cold glass, and all the buildings in the distance were blurred in the rain.Vehipel leaned against the door, his long silver hair was like ice wine under the dim light, his eyes were fixed on the black-haired boy, like a dragon guarding a treasure.

Everyone knows that life will have an end, and everyone knows that a glass of wine will eventually be drunk.

But he is a drunk after all, only thinking about having fun for a long time.

Wisipel watched Zichen walk out of the kitchen carrying a plate, and followed suit with one leg.

"Want something to eat?" Zichen looked back at Wisipel.

"Do what?"

"Well, I saw that there were eggs, so I fried omelets. I only know how to make this. I learned from those senior brothers in Weichen Temple."

Wischpel nodded, in fact, he would eat no matter what.

Rainy nights are always suitable for a lot of things to happen, but the two of them just lowered their heads, one holding chopsticks and the other holding a knife and fork, eating the freshly fried omelette, and there was a sense of warmth that was almost stable.

Feeling that the omelette was a little bland, maybe he forgot to add salt. Zichen went to the kitchen halfway and found a can of strawberry jam. When he came out of the kitchen, he looked at Vichypel and kept looking at him, as if he was afraid that he would take a strawberry jam. It's like it's gone.

Zichen scratched his head helplessly, why did he look like a scumbag who abandoned his wife and son.

After eating the egg pancake, Zichen's ring finger and middle finger were stained with a little strawberry jam, and just as he was about to get a tissue, Weispel suddenly grabbed his wrist, his fingers were cold and thin.

Wisipel held Zichen's wrist with his cold fingers, and then licked off the strawberry jam on Zichen's fingers little by little, like a big dog acting coquettishly, Zichen felt that his breathing became urgent .

Zichen avoided Wisipel's gaze as if guilty, but Wisipel still looked up at Zichen closely.

He kept looking at his teenager.

Zichen gritted his teeth, feeling his wrists trembling.No matter how long it took, he still couldn't resist Vichypel.

Wischpel was still holding his thin wrist, licking his fingers clean bit by bit.

Zichen bit his lip and pulled out his finger suddenly, Wihipel still looked up at him.Zichen scratched his head, and pushed the strawberry jam in front of Vichypel, "Eh... If you want to eat strawberry jam, here is it, you... yes." Then he got up quickly and put the plate back in the kitchen.

And what's worse, he shamefully...

Zichen walked out of the kitchen unnaturally and rolled onto the bed. Wisipel turned off the light and lay beside him, staring at Zichen's messy black hair, "Do you need my help?"

"No!"

Wihipel chuckled and fell back to his side, looking at the boy beside him through the dim light outside the window.

06

The blue-black light shines in from the window, the heavy rain outside the window has not stopped, I am afraid it will not stop today, it is already dawn, everything is still as dark as night, only the sky has a bleak white light.

Zichen propped his upper body up from the bed, looking at the rain outside the window, he knew he had to go.But his hand was tightly held by Vichypel, like an insecure child.

He slowly opened Wisipel's hand and pulled his own. This man who was as powerful as an emperor and as cold as a glacier was sleeping next to him. The high fever on his face had receded a little, but he was still weak. Distressed.He lay on his side, like a large dog that depends on its owner.

Last night's clothes were not completely dry, and were still a little damp. Zichen changed the clothes back, and finally turned his head to look at the man who was still asleep on the bed.

You see, even at this time, he still thinks men are good-looking.

In front of men, he seemed like he would never be promising.

He climbed up to the window, put his hands on the edge of the bed and looked out the window.

Weier and Tang De had already left, and the guards outside the gate had also withdrawn at some point. The whole palace looked a bit desolate under the endless rain. desolate time.

Cold rain slid down his face.

He resolutely jumped out of the window.

"Little phoenix bird!"

He suddenly heard someone calling him behind him, and no one in this world would call him that except Wisipel.

Zichen turned his head and looked at Vehipel, who was chasing after him at some point. The man was panting weakly. The heavy rain cast a halo on his body. He was still wearing the thin white shirt and his legs were bandaged. The gauze slowly smeared with blood.

He saw Vichypel shaking his head in despair, he fell into the boundless rain, his long silver hair draped over his soaked shirt.

"……do not go."

Zichen bit his lip, "Whippel...impossible."

"I didn't kill your father..." Wischpel looked at Zichen in the cold rain and said, "He...knew he couldn't win, I didn't, I really didn't...kill him..."

The man's voice was almost hoarse.

"……I do not have."

That man went to Vichypel's appointment for the sake of Huangxuan's family and the people of Donghuang.

However, in that overwhelming love affair, that man knew he couldn't win.

Even though he is unparalleled in swordsmanship, he is already at the end of the hero's end. He just held on for the past few months and didn't fall down.

But if he doesn't hand over the jade talisman, he is not worthy to be Huang Xuanzhou anymore.

If he handed over the jade talisman, he is even more unworthy to be the head of the Huangxuan Patriarch.

In the end, he traded his own death for a loyal and loyal one.The blood dyed the peach blossoms in eight hundred miles into blood red.He died under his evil sword.

When he died, he probably thought of the woman in the crooked red dress leaning on the door and looking at him in the morning.

The peach blossoms are scattered, and the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous.

The woman in red who was waiting in the pavilion did not wait for him after all.

"Whisper," Zichen shook his head with an almost wry smile, "it's impossible. Everything is impossible."

Vehipel knelt in the torrential rain, "Huangxuan Jin! Come back to me!"

Blood seeped into the gauze on his leg, but he didn't feel any pain, only the coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Zichen turned around. He was dressed in black and red silk, as if he had no nostalgia.

Enduring the pain of the wound bursting, Wisipel stood up, tried to catch up but fell into the rain again, the marble tiles were cold and hard.

In the marble fountain in front of the Golden Palace, ripples are splashed in the rows of porcelain cups, and the rain on the white roses falls into the pool.

The rain that fell from the pupilless eyes of the goddess statue was like a single tear.

Heavy rain poured down the whole city.

"Huangxuan Jin!" Vehipel looked at the young man's back and roared like a desperate and crazy tyrant.

That man has the arrogance of ruling the world, and the power of all-powerful, but he is as desperate as a dead man who has nothing.

I give you all I can give you, all my tenderness and all my pain, all my strength and all my strength.All my fragility and despair, but I have nothing to keep you after all.

"Little Huangniao...don't, I...please, come back."

"Little Phoenix, what did I do wrong..."

The boy didn't look back, because he knew that once he turned around, he would never be able to reject Vehipel, he was the scar and mark engraved on his soul.

Impossible, Vichypel, there is really no possibility between us.

He was too young before and didn't believe in the saying that fate tricks people, but now he finally understands that fate is the net that God has made in secret, waiting for those ignorant, innocent, innocent and pitiful mortals who are like moths to hit the net.

From then on, the more you struggle, the deeper you sink.He remembered that Si Tianming had said to him that God's favorite trick is not to make you never get it, but to make you get it and lose it again.

At that time, he thought so what, I would rather get it and lose it than never get it.

And now he understands how heartache it will be when God takes away his gift, the pain makes him almost unable to breathe.