Old state

The morning light is dim.

Martial artists don't get up late, the examples of dancing at the sound of chickens are listed in the front, lazy people can't practice martial arts well.

But this definitely does not include Yang Zigui.

Maybe it's because he has no desires or desires now, and he has lived a retirement life ahead of schedule, so he sleeps heartlessly until the sun rises.

Guixu woke up very early. He felt that there were too few in recent years. Maybe it was because there were too many unfulfilled wishes and too many things to do, so he could only compress his sleep time.Even after he had some special abilities, he hadn't slept for a long time.

It's not a good habit, but he can't sleep.

Guixu thought it was because he had grown up—isn’t it like this for adults?There are too many things to think about, just like the uncle back then.

But only from last night did he know that the reason why he couldn't sleep was that there was no one around him.

He opened his eyes, there was no morning light and no candles on the ground, it was pitch black, but he just knew that that person was beside him, exhaling lightly, his breathing seemed to be clear with mountain breeze.

He didn't do anything, just looked at him, stretched out his hand occasionally, and for various reasons, he didn't dare to really touch his face, and he didn't even dare to draw it.

Where does he stand?What are the qualifications?In what mood?

Guixu just looked at him obsessively, he didn't know if his feelings were called liking, but this person was a calamity he could never escape.

After Yang Zigui woke up, Guixu had already left.Because of what he promised yesterday, he has countless arrangements to make today.

And Yang Zigui lived a leisurely retirement life, carrying a fan, wandering around the Wushuang Hall idly, and decided to take a stroll outside.

The weather is fine today, just like the day he just returned to Wushuang Hall.And also the same as that day, he picked up another person back.

Zhao Hui.

After a busy day at Guixu, when I came back under the starlight and wanted to relive the warmth of last night, I couldn't find the uncle's person.

In the end, it was Gu Ziyan who deliberately ran in a big circle and told him arrogantly that Yang Zigui had brought back another man.

Gu Ziyan has always had an inexplicable hostility towards him, and Guixu knows it.Although he knew in his heart that Gu Ziyan might provoke him on purpose, he still felt uncomfortable.

He kept a straight face, pretending not to care, but the clenched hands still betrayed his mood.

After three or four years of longing, his desire to monopolize the uncle has reached a pathological point.In his heart, he wanted to lock him up and hide him in a small building built by the river, so he could only find him, see him, and talk to him.

What's more, he picked up someone else just like he picked up back then.

Guixu hurried in, and was startled when he saw the person lying on the bed.He knew Zhao Hui, and he had been locked in Hanba's cell all year round, but he couldn't tell what Hanba felt about him.

However, the person who has been imprisoned for several years or decades and has been clean and healthy is now unbelievably pale. , covered in bruises.The best doctor in Wushuang Hall was seeing a doctor for Zhao Hui. He frowned and looked gloomy, as if he had encountered a huge problem.

It is indeed a problem.

Yang Zigui was sitting beside him, expressionless, wondering what he was thinking.

Guixu walked slowly to his side, held his shoulders, patted him comfortingly, and whispered in his ear: "How is it?"

Seeing that it was him who came, Yang Zigui sighed softly, and whispered to him: "The injury is too serious, I don't know if he can be rescued, and there is no doctor who can treat him."

After all, he is a demon god.

There was sadness in his voice, as sad as the distant autumn wind blowing across the desolate desert.

Guixu heard the meaning in his words and was stunned.

He seemed to be immersed in a sweet dream, but was pulled out by someone to immerse himself in the icy water in the cold winter months.He suddenly discovered the fact that he and Yang Zigui belonged to two camps, or in other words, they were out-and-out enemies.

Guixu knew Zhao Hui because he had seen him a few times when he was working in Guixu, and the reason why he became Guixu was because, whether it was following the words of those people, or because of his own hatred, or because he Due to his fate, he had to be an undercover agent, which was not an easy role.

And Zhao Hui was held in the palm of Han Ba's hand.

It can be said that Zhao Hui's miserable appearance now has something to do with him.After that fierce battle, what kind of ending they will have, although Guixu did not participate in it, but he has some idea.

It was because of their disagreement that this result occurred.

But Yang Zigui is different from him.Whether it was because of the conversation at the beginning or because of the memory in his heart, Zhao Hui was more a partner than an enemy to him.

So he will be worried about Zhao Hui's injury, and also sad because he may die.

Guixu didn't say anything, but his face turned slightly pale, and he sat silently beside him, his eyes fixed on a certain point blankly, not knowing how to describe his inner feelings.

Feeling his sudden drop, Yang Zigui turned his head to look at him a few times, then stretched out his hand to pat his neatly placed hands on his knees.

It feels cold when you touch it, like touching a piece of ice three feet below the ground.

Yang Zigui was startled, and quickly turned his head, looking at the hair on the top of Guixu's head, the originally nimble little hair seemed to feel the sadness of his master, and stood listlessly on top of his head.

Yang Zigui couldn't help laughing, he thought that Guixu was unhappy because he cared too much about Zhao Hui, and he felt that this patriarch, although he looked grown up, was still a child in his heart.He held his cold hand with one hand, and gently touched his face with the other hand, slowly touching, bit by bit.Without □□, but full of pity.Guixu felt his jade-like fingers moving slowly across his face, from forehead to cheeks, gently warming, as if he had scratched the tip of his heart with a feather, and stroked it again.

He is so sad.

But he still couldn't help but miss this bit of warmth.

It's so nice to be warm, isn't it?He felt that he had 1 adjectives to rely on to describe his current feeling, but in the end, he could only think of one word "good".

How could he not like Yang Zigui?

Just like Yang Zigui also felt pity and love for him.

As Guixu thought about it, he couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and rubbed the jade-like fingers on his face a few times.

What if this moment could last forever?How good would it be if time could stop?The old friends have not been separated, and the world has not changed.

The person he loves the most is also thinking about him in his heart.