Mr. Fu is always too annoying

……kill him?

Fu Tong rolled his eyes stiffly, raised his head and looked forward, there were ghosts in front of his eyes, scarlet everywhere he could see, dirty and smelly ghosts scattered to both sides, clearly reflecting the people in the middle come out.

Fu Qianyuan.

In other words, it wasn't Fu Qianyuan.

And a monster with cold eyes, dark blood flowing from his body, and a hideous face with strange shapes.

Fu Tong looked at him, his pupils gradually turned gray, as heavy as stagnant water, and his body was quickly covered with black and blue, not like a living person.

But he was still smiling.

That stiff smile manipulated like a marionette, paired with lifeless eyes and a dark blue face, looks as terrifying as it needs to be.

Fu Qianyuan was surprised: "Zai Zai?"

In Fu Tong's eyes, the bloody and ferocious monster was surrounded by countless spirits, laughing sharply and maliciously at him: "Little monster?"

Don't call me that.

Don't call me that!

Don't call me that! ! !

Fu Tong was short of breath, hostility and hatred seemed to be engraved into his soul, this feeling poured into the blood and bone marrow, penetrated into the internal organs, the heart was so stimulated that it was about to explode in the chest cavity, and the person seemed to be buried in the abyss In this place, the excruciating cold and bone-piercing pain covered his whole body, making Fu Tong feel that all the warmth in his life would be exhausted.

Too cold, too painful, and too hateful.

However, these people around him still didn't let him go, surrounded him like a desperate prey, and said those unbearable words maliciously.

Not worthy.

Deserve it.

Blame yourself.

These words were like sharp knives, crushing his heart to pieces. The flesh and blood in the dust formed a broken mirror, allowing Fu Tong to see a fragile and unbearable self from inside.

Redemption?

joy?

Can't see and can't reach.

So...forget it.

Since no one loves me, then sink into hell with me.

Fu Tong smiled strangely, his voice seemed to be rolling over gravel, hoarse and penetrating.

At this moment, everything he saw in front of his eyes was finally completely covered by blood, and the strange monsters and ferocious and malicious spirits disappeared, leaving only the blood, and the figure that became clearer and clearer in the endless.

What Fu Tong saw this time was really Fu Qianyuan.

He likes this person so much, he likes him so much that he would be moved by him just by casually looking at him before.

Up to now, Fu Tong felt that he still loved him, but for some reason, that tender feeling disappeared and was replaced by boundless hatred.

--"kill."

The voice sounded again, repeating the word in Fu Tong's heart. At first, the voice was slow and steady, as if it was just mentioned casually, and he didn't pay much attention to it. Later, it became more and more urgent and more intense. , Gradually turned into continuous screaming.

Kill, kill, kill!

Fu Tong's eyes were scarlet, and he was in a trance for a moment stimulated by the sound. When he came back to his senses, he had already suppressed Fu Qianyuan on the carpet, with one hand clutching the throat of the person in front of him, and the other holding The Qianyuan knife, with the tip of the knife pointing down, stabbed straight at Fu Qianyuan's heart.

All this happened very suddenly, but Fu Qianyuan's cultivation base is there, if he wants to avoid it, he can definitely avoid it.

But he didn't hide, just looked at Fu Tong quietly, his eyes were gentle and indulgent, without any haze, just like the way he looked at Meng Qi on Longxun Mountain many years ago.

Meng Qi wanted to see the sunrise on the top of the mountain, so he took him to see it.

Meng Qi wanted the little flowers beside Longmian Stream, so he took him to pick them.

Meng Qi wanted to see Wanjia's lights and fireworks, so he offered them all.

Now, Meng Qi wanted his life, and he gave it.

Fu Qianyuan was born in the cold mountains and rivers. Before meeting Meng Qi, he had never loved anyone, and he didn't know how to love someone.

To give and ask is the warmest tenderness he can dedicate to his beloved.

No matter what is behind all this is right or wrong.

"Zheng-"

The buzzing sound of the sharp blade was extremely piercing in the silence. The blade approached Fu Qianyuan's heart with a chill, but it stopped suddenly at the moment it was about to pierce it.

Stop very close, the distance between the blade and the skin is less than one centimeter, as long as you use a little force, it will pierce the barrier and sink deep into the heart, causing the person in front of you to lose all warmth and sink into hell without a sound .

Fu Tong held the knife, his hands trembling violently, the killing words in his heart didn't stop, and the deep hatred still didn't dissipate. All the voices in the depths of his soul told him to kill this person, but he didn't less than.

Because it hurts too much.

The knife touched Fu Qianyuan's heart, but it seemed that it had already pierced into his heart. The pain in the past was dripping with blood, but the pain now tore his soul. If the knife in his hand moved a little further, what awaited him would be doomed.

Fu Tong stood there with a pale face, his hands trembled violently, and his heart ached badly.

He looked at Fu Qianyuan and didn't make a sound for a long time. He didn't know how long he was silent like this. When Fu Qianyuan raised his eyes, he suddenly felt cold water drops falling on his face from top to bottom.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

……

Until I can't count anymore.

It was Fu Tong who cried.

The kind of silent, tears like rain crying.

Fu Qianyuan didn't panic when Fu Tong suddenly strangled his throat, and Fu Qianyuan didn't panic when Fu Tong held a knife against his heart. Now seeing Fu Tong's tears, he really panicked, regardless of what was in his heart. Holding a knife, he sat up and wiped away Fu Tong's tears with his sleeve, with a gentle voice: "Zai Zai, don't cry, don't cry, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Tong's hand retreated unconsciously as he got up, barely avoiding Fu Qianyuan, but the knife did not move away, and it was still on his heart.

Hearing Fu Qianyuan's voice, Fu Tong was startled.

What's wrong with me?

Fu Tong didn't know either, he didn't even feel that he was crying, he just felt the dense pain in his heart, covering all other emotions.

This feeling seems familiar, and everything I see in front of me is not unfamiliar, as if it happened before——

He once gave Fu Qianyuan a knife as carefully as he is now, and Fu Qianyuan also obviously could hide, but he didn't.

Same people, same actions, same feelings.

The difference is that the time is different and the place is different. That time he was stabbed with a knife, but not this time.

Maybe one more thing—

Only Fu Tong knew about the knife before, but Meng Qi never had that scene in his memory.

Fu Tong couldn't tell the difference between true and false, soft fantasy and biting reality, he didn't want to watch it, but he couldn't escape.

They merged together and poured into Fu Tong's heart, Fu Tong had a splitting headache, his heart was throbbing violently in his chest, the heat was scorching hot, but his blood seemed to be cold, the two extreme temperatures collided in his body, Fu Tong Bending down in pain, the whole person curled up on the carpet, and the Qianyuan knife fell beside him, making a dull sound.

pain.

As if the pain of life is about to be exhausted.

Fu Tong was panting with difficulty, his pupils were wide open, and he stared straight ahead, but he couldn't see anything, even the layer of blood mist that covered his eyes before disappeared, leaving only the boundless Black, like the extreme night of the world, everything disappears, and he is left alone, sinking in the darkness, with a scorching sea of ​​fire on one side and a cold abyss on the other.

……help me.

He raised his hand, trying his best to reach out into nothingness, longing for a hand to come out there and lead him back to the warm world.

But no.

There is no one around, and there is no sound, he seems to be abandoned here, no one will think of him, and no one will look at him again, sinking into ashes in the boundless darkness is his final ending.

Fu Tong lowered his hands dejectedly, the already extremely weak light in his eyes dimmed little by little, and a strong dead air floated on his face.

The fear in Fu Qianyuan's heart rose to the extreme at this moment. He hugged Fu Tong in his arms when he just fell down. Seeing Fu Tong struggling desperately and stretching out his hand in prayer, Fu Qianyuan could feel his fear. And panic, but there is nothing to do.

Called his name, got no response.

Clenching his hand tightly, Fu Tong seemed to be unconscious, but still tried his best to lean forward.

Even the azure light spot that melted into his soul cultivation, just melted into the center of Fu Tong's eyebrows, but he resisted and blocked it back.

Fu Qianyuan was helpless, he could only watch his beloved, but there was nothing he could do.

People who were born to be blessed by heaven and order the mountains and rivers, now finally understand what the word despair is like.

Fu Tong's face became more and more lifeless, his throat unconsciously made a "ho ho" sound, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

Fu Qianyuan looked down at him, the smoldering eyes in his eyes couldn't melt away, after a long while, he suddenly smiled, that smile was very beautiful, gentle and pampering, just like the appearance when he was in Longxun Mountain many years ago.

"It's okay, Zai Zai." He bowed his head and kissed Fu Tong, his tone was gentle and gentle, as if he was talking about love, "Do you still remember that when you were filming "Glory of Heaven", you received a call from Wen Rong, saying that he Picked me up on Longdu Mountain and let you go there?"

"Actually, when you first came in, I was already awake. I just pretended to be asleep because I was afraid. At that time, you hated me so much that you didn't want to look at me normally. Every time you looked at me with such indifferent eyes When I was, I...in fact, I was not without sadness. "

"But maybe you didn't notice it yourself. When you saw the scars on my body that day, your eyes were full of distress, and you even touched my scales."

"I was so happy in my heart, I couldn't help looking at you. You seemed to be frightened, flustered and at a loss. I thought it was cute, but I also felt very distressed."

"At that time, I thought, no matter what the reason is, I will never lie to you again... But I made a mistake. There is one thing, I still lied to you."

"Where did the scars on your body come from when you asked that day? I told you that it was responsibility, but it was not the case, because the old wounds from responsibility had already healed. The wounds you saw that time were because I did something. things, tied our souls together, just like Xue Ling and Sheng Yang, "

"So don't be afraid, baby."

Fu Qianyuan lowered his head and lightly touched Fu Tong's forehead: "This time, no matter what the road ahead is, I will not let you go alone."

"You will never be alone again."

His voice was deep, every word seemed to be engraved in his heart, like a promise.

Fu Tong couldn't hear, or even feel the breath of the people around him, but for some reason, tears gradually flowed from his eyes.

They fell down along Fu Tong's cheeks, and after being hot for an instant, they were completely cold. Fu Tong looked at the front blankly, and suddenly saw a little melting light in the darkness that could not see the edge in front of him.

That point of light was extremely small, like a candle in the middle of the night, dimly flickering hidden there, as if it would go out at any moment.

But it is enough.

The light that was about to dissipate in Fu Tong's eyes burned again, he raised his hand again, and looked towards the light in the distance. The light seemed to be alive. Sensing Fu Tong's longing, it slowly floated towards him. After circling around Fu Tong, it finally stopped on his wrist and fell.

The place where the beige plush dog bracelet was worn on his wrist suddenly felt burning pain, Fu Tong was shivering from the heat, and almost at the same time, white light overflowed from the bracelet, instantly surrounding Fu Tong inside.

The burst of white light came and went suddenly, staying on Fu Tong for a few seconds before dissipating.

After the white light dissipated, Fu Tong reappeared in front of Fu Qianyuan. He was lying on the carpet, the black and blue color of his body returned to normal, his eyes were gently closed, his face was peaceful, and his breathing was steady.

As if asleep.