[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

time.He was talking to the old her.

before...

Ao Cun smiled heartily.

In the past, he was living in a conspiracy to kill, and she was living in a dreamland of innocence, and they had never really loved each other like this moment.

Following a certain feeling in his heart, Ao Cunxin's lips touched his hot forehead lightly, "Got it."

She didn't know, like a bird, she flew to the tip of the tiger's nose and was still teasing him.

The strong and compact body suddenly moved, and before she could react slowly, it had already bullied her and held her down.

Ao Cunxin took a deep breath, and protected his badly injured right shoulder, but he heard him whisper slowly: "Cunxin, I seem to be alive, and I seem to be dead..."

Ao Cunxin had a sore nose, and her eye sockets were hot and humid.For the past six months, she has lived day and night in the grief and guilt of losing Chanmei, and she is not the same as living as death.Although she was alive, she wanted to die with Chan Mei, but she couldn't die irresponsibly, so even the perception of her own life became a kind of cruel torture.

The same sadness flows in their bodies, mutual understanding, resonance.

He held her slender shoulders, and entangled between her soft pink lips as if venting.

"Cun Xin...Ao Cun Xin..."

The ups and downs of the air seemed to call out her name, she was obviously at the side closest to him, but he wanted to use her body to fill the emptiness and pain that was so numb.

The bitter smell of blood mixed with the clear fragrance of medicine lingered in the nose, and Ao Cunxin almost fell into an inexplicable trance, unable to tell what night it was or when it is now.It's not a misty thought, every inch is an unshakable reality.

That is his breath, so cold and warm, it can cut through all dangers, and can resist all sufferings.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

"Yang Jian..." She said breathlessly, "Tell me, are you in pain?"

He froze, looking into her amber pupils, gasping for breath, "...I've always been in pain."

The voice from the abyss slammed into the bottom of my heart, Ao Cunxin closed her eyes, and breathed in his ear: "Me too..."

Birth is suffering, old age is suffering, sickness is suffering, death is suffering, resentment and hatred are suffering, separation from love is suffering, not getting what one wants is suffering, the five aggregates of grasping are suffering... unspeakable, unimaginable.

There are thousands of soft fragrances, the heart beats in an instant, the red dust in the eyes is blurred, and the floating life is greedy for a while.

The slight moon shines through the curtain, and the fluorescence is blue.Mandarin ducks dance neck-to-neck, and emerald acacia cages.

All the deeply hidden demons are silently and violently told each other to the first and last companions.The raging flames burned all over, together with those desolate and lonely past and present, melting one by one.

"Yang Jian……"

Yang Jian……

It is really the most beautiful name in the world, and it entangles the heartstrings.

Fortunately, I have never forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes.

"Call me again..." The broken whisper whispered in the ear, as if the 300-year-old separation was just a few words whispered from his thin lips.

He never asked "Do you miss me", but the burning cold words still showed his flaws in the end.

Ao Cunxin's fingertips caressed the old and new wounds, all the way up, and stopped around the scar on his heart.This scar belonged to her, and it was she who cut open the flesh at the barb to remove the almost deadly hidden weapon.

He is obviously so strong that it is difficult to find an opponent in the three realms, but he passes by the gate of hell more frequently than ordinary people.

Fortunately, she didn't get separated from him after all...

"I miss you very much." She whispered in his ear, as if she finally took out the hidden treasure from the bottom of the dusty box.She took a deep breath of the little coolness in the air, and gently uttered the name that had been haunting her all her life - "Yang Jian..."

The ears are full of charm, the eyes are full of dizziness, and the heart is full of swell.

It's like howling mountains and forests, like surging waves, like being smashed to pieces.

The vague urge escaped from the chest, together with the enthusiasm and unbridled pain that broke through the confinement.

The thick hot air breathed in her ears, she had never heard him panting so hard, it was like the desolate wind from the distant west sea, tearing the pain deep in her heart.

To whom to redeem the lost time, to whom to pursue the bloody separation?

Half life Saha, who is left by my side?

His internal injuries were heavy and hard to heal, and he couldn't recuperate. His empty body seemed to be drained of the last of his strength. The severe pain in his internal organs broke out uncontrollably, and the fishy smell in his throat roiled, making his scattered consciousness dizzy. .Yang Jian's eyes went dark, and he groaned halfway, but he ruthlessly held back, but he couldn't hold back and fell on top of her.

Ao Cunxin held his arms and pressed the Xinshu point on the fifth spine of his back, not daring to move his energy too fast, and gently guided the Qi to guide the meridian, helping the chaotic inner breath return to the dantian.

True Qi circulated in his damaged tendons that had not healed for a long time, her tears rolled down the pillow from the corners of her eyes, and the moist amber pupils glanced at the person whose head was buried in her neck—all his grief, his She experienced all the heartache one by one.

Ao Cunxin carefully helped him away, wiped his sweaty forehead, felt that the temperature had dropped a little, couldn't help being a little relieved, pulled up the soft silk quilt to cover it, and whispered: "Pain is a price, I am still alive, and you are also alive, living well in pain for those who can't let go."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, hugged her to his chest, put his cheek against her black hair, and said in a hoarse voice: "Among the pains of a lifetime, only you are the only sweetness..."

Among the swords, halberds and arrows in the three thousand worlds, only you are the only peace of mind.

The sound of beating watch in the distance carries the joyful meaning of Jielu's human environment, and stubbornly climbs into the thick night.

His breathing gradually slowed down, flowing peacefully in the silence.

People who have practiced martial arts to this level will instinctively hide their voices in their sleep and dreams.

Ao Cunxin rubbed forward in his warm arms, feeling the steady beating of her heart, and whispered to herself: "You carry the Three Realms on your shoulders that I can't carry, so take your happiness, your sorrow , and all the fragility that has to be concealed in front of others, let me bear it together, okay?"

Don't suffer anymore, I am tired and sad.

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