[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

Waking up from the familiar chaos, Yuan Wuxiang opened his eyes and saw Tired Shoutian who had been waiting by his bed without any surprise.

"I'm bothering my friend again."

"The doctor has already seen it, and there is nothing wrong with it except excessive blood loss."

Tired Shoutian looked at Yuan Wuxiang very seriously, his eyes seemed to have a thousand words to ask, and even more to express his heart, but in the end, he still said an irrelevant nonsense.

"If something happens to me in the future, you are afraid that I won't be able to wake up, so it's really true to go to find Su."

Can't wake up... Tired Shoutian's pupils suddenly contracted violently, this kind of ominous words full of hints seems to confirm the speculation in his heart that has never stopped.

Suppressing the repeated inquiries that wanted to break through, Tired Shoutian covered his hands tightly under his sleeves, and asked softly, "Su Zhenzhen? I haven't heard that you have anything to do with him."

"It's true that he hasn't, but he is as famous as him, and he has been longing for no hometown for a long time."

"The rivers and lakes have not heard his name for a long time."

"Not long ago, you just worked with him, why did you forget it in a blink of an eye?"

"Work together?"

"Danhua holds a Yinzi."

"It's him..." There was no surprise, but a kind of understanding that it really was so.

"It's him. The Daoist sect is not enough to compete with the power of the Sen Prison. Su Zhenzhen's reappearance is inevitable. With his virtuous name, it doesn't matter if a friend entrusts his life to him."

"Enough!" Unable to bear it any longer, Tired Shoutian stretched out his bloodshot palm and grabbed Yuan Wuxiang's shoulder: "Yuan Wuxiang, what are you thinking? What are you planning?" ? Why can you say such cruel words so easily? Have you ever thought...thought..."I will hurt...

The smell of blood rushes into Yuan Wuxiang's sense of smell following the movements of Tired Shoutian, Yuan Wuxiang's eyes dimmed, and the arms re-condensed in unconsciousness also clasped Tired Shoutian, and then he turned over and turned the world upside down .

"I want... to be with you..." Yuan Wuxiang pressed his tired hands, and slowly covered his heart with a warm hand, his tone was low and light: "Leave the only mark, and no one can replace it. No one can be obliterated until finally perishing."

Tired Shoutian, under the gaze of the original Wuxiang, which looks like an abyss, can only feel that there are thousands of threads coming out of the palm covering his heart, tightly bound the beating heart in his chest Whether it is loose or not is all up to the person who is lying on the body at the moment.

"There is no homeland..."

"Hush..." Yuan Wuxiang's fingertips lightly touched Tired Shoutian's warm lips: "No matter what you want to say now, don't tell me."

Whether it's what I want to hear or what I don't want to hear, don't tell me... Yuan Wuxiang's deep and focused eyes were suddenly mixed with a trace of sadness, and then he buried his head deeply in the tired heart. in the neck.

The heart that was bound by the original Wuxiang suddenly seemed to be tightened by the invisible thousand threads. At that moment, Tired Shoutian felt the stagnation of his breathing and the lingering silent whimper from the soul.

Yuan Wuxiang... Silently reciting the name, Tired Shoutian wrapped his arms around Yuan Wuxiang on his body, and patted his back lightly with the other hand, as if trying to heal the invisible but real sadness .

I don't know how long this state lasted, until the breathing sound in Tired Shoutian's ears became gentle and peaceful for a long time, Tired Shoutian stopped the comforting movements of his hands, and then carefully circled Yuan Wuxiang to drag him with true energy. Yuan Wuxiang, who had already fallen into a deep sleep without disturbing the bodies of the two of them at all, placed them on the bed, and he himself didn't get up right away, just lay on his side and looked at An Mian Yuan Wuxiang in a daze.

After a long time, he put his hand on Yuan Wuxiang's wrist, as expected, he didn't release anything, Yuan Wuxiang thought of Emperor Yi's diagnosis of Yuan Wuxiang, his brows were tightly wrinkled, Emperor Yi Yuan Wuxiang couldn't see the problem with his body, the reason was not that Yuan Wuxiang himself was fine, but that the real condition of his body seemed to be deliberately covered up by some force.

Tired Shoutian sighed silently, there are two possibilities for Yuan Wuxiang to do this, one is that he is wary of others, the reason may be related to his current special situation; the other is that there is indeed something wrong with his body, but he does not He wanted to be discovered by others, so he used a special method to cover it up.

No matter which possibility or both, it is not good news for Tired Shoutian.

Yuan Wuxiang, what should I do with you?The silent question is like the answer that has been entangled in the heart for a while, and the tired fingers caressed Yuan Wuxiang's face for a long time, but he didn't settle down. He got up and left here in the silent entanglement, and after he left, he got up and left here completely. In the room that lost the breath of fatigue, Yuan Wuxiang slowly opened his sleeping eyes.

"It's such a rare peaceful sleep..." After stretching his body, Yuan Wuxiang stepped out of the room in a good mood.

"Why don't you take a break?"

"I thought there would be guests."

"Since you don't like the doctor, I naturally won't let him stay here for a long time. It's just that you and him have never met before, and your dislike for him is a bit abrupt... Could it be that there is something wrong with him?"

Tired Shoutian poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yuan Wuxiang, and then started to ask questions, but the things Yuan Wuxiang did not expect.

Just a momentary look in his eyes gave Juan Shoutian a clue, but this clue pointed directly at the Emperor Yi, Yuan Wuxiang frowned because of this statement.

Because from this simple question, he tasted something that made him extremely happy.

That is: In this world, when it comes to the degree of trust in people, Yuan Wuxiang must be placed first by Tired Shoutian, and there is no other person who can match it.

With such unconditional trust, Yuan Wuxiang suddenly felt a little carried away: "Stay away from him in the future, benevolence and benevolence sometimes vary from person to person."

"Mu Zhengrong has a hatred for killing my younger brother with me, Po Rushuang has a hatred for killing my family with you and me, and even her..." Without further words, Juan Shoutian sighed quietly and asked: "Then the emperor who is the doctor?" What is it?"

Although Tired Shoutian's question didn't reveal all of Yuan Wuxiang's thoughts, it hit the most important part. After all, those people who were rejected by Yuan Wuxiang at the first sight all had disagreements with him. or pestering people.

Yuan Wuxiang never competes with others, and the few times he violates his own temperament is also for the sake of Tired Shoutian. On this point, Tired Shoutian has always seen it in his eyes and kept it in his heart.

Hearing Tired Shoutian's question, Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help but cast a cold gaze. After he was fully implanted with Yinbiao Xuanjie, his temperament became more and more gloomy. After he returned to the original point, he began to investigate the person who assisted him in lighting the world. Doctor Yi Tianzi and Blind Qiu, after checking, he felt that his knee was pierced right through.

"You still don't want to tell me clearly?" He didn't dare to ask Yuan Wuxiang the reason for his change of heart, but he still wanted to piece together the beginning and the end through insinuations.

Yuan Wuxiang also sighed, what should he say about this? Do you want him to say that because there was a woman who fell in love with you, but you didn't know how to love, she chose to commit suicide in despair, and this woman happened to be the doctor of the emperor. Step sister?So the Emperor Yi put this revenge on you, and because he couldn't beat you, and there was no hope of revenge, he wanted to use himself to kill you?Not to mention that this is just a conclusion he deduced based on his investigation, there is no real evidence at all, even if there is, this is something that hasn't happened yet... Thinking about it this way, Yuan Wuxiang felt that this matter couldn't be more worrisome .

"Are you really still unwilling to tell me clearly?" Under the long silence, Tired Shoutian looked at Yuan Wuxiang, and there was a look of disappointment in his words.

"What are you talking about?" Yuan Wuxiang pointed his clear eyes at Tired Shoutian at this time, and then smiled gently: "In this world, where are there so many clear things that can be said? No matter what, as long as you are a good friend Here, I can be safe."

Tired Shoutian paused for a long time, and then stretched out his hand to hold Yuan Wuxiang's hand. This hand was cool and soft, and glowed with a beautiful white jade color. It was originally a perfect hand that could not be more perfect.

It's a pity... No matter how perfect and beautiful it is, it can't make Tired Shoutian forget this hand... This hand held in his hand is just a perfect illusion. The more real this hand is, the more he can't forget the past The scene where Yuan Wuxiang's hands were removed to protect him was a bloody color that was sealed in his memory and could never be diluted.

"Yuan Wuxiang, you are the same to me, so you must not let yourself go lightly, even for me, you can't."

"I never let myself go lightly, just like you never let yourself go lightly."

In the dispute of words, Tired Shou Tian rarely beats Yuan Wuxiang, so knowing that Yuan Wuxiang has secretly changed the concept, he has no way to refute it, so he can only stare at Yuan Wuxiang depressingly.

"Don't stare, don't stare, even if you stare at me like this, I won't take out the biscuits."

"Why do you have to leave your body? What's the matter with your current body?"

"Such a complicated and difficult to explain question, are you sure you want me to say it?"

Tired Shoutian didn't speak, just stared at Yuan Wuxiang, his attitude was very clear.

Yuan Wuxiang shook his head helplessly, "They all said don't look at me like that, I won't take out the biscuits."

When Tired Shoutian insisted on an answer, Yuan Wuxiang was usually the one who compromised, so, after a long time, Tired Shoutian heard the gentle voice that made him nostalgic: "Now, my strength is coming soon." It is my will, as long as the will survives, even if I am not the head of the Silver Dart back then, I am still the original Wuxiang who is so majestic in the Xiaoao Babiao Domain."