[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

"Master, it's still cold outside, you're wearing too thin."

Yuan Wuxiang, who was basking in the sun and didn't feel any heat or cold at all, couldn't help shaking his head with his forehead. From his resurrection to the affliction to restore peace and then to retreat to the misty rain and setting sun, the two of them regarded themselves as fragile objects. There is no problem at all, and even the body is not only restored, but also better than before, okay?

"Xun Zong, as a teacher, you can completely tear a tiger with your hands now. After a long time, Tired Harvest is gone, how about you let me be clean?"

"Master, no matter what, it is always right to be cautious."

"That's all." Yuan Wuxiang was too lazy to argue, and let Mo Xunxing tie the cloak on himself.

"Huh? It seems that there is a visitor, look for it, go and see who it is."

"Master, have you used your soul power again?"

Oh, I forgot to mention that since the resurrection, the use of soul power has been strictly prohibited by Tired Shoutian. Liaoyuan Wuxiang promised not to use soul power easily.

"Please." Yuan Wuxiang rolled his eyes condescendingly: "There are formations all over the place, as long as someone approaches as a teacher, he will know immediately whether it is good or not. Go and see who it is."

"Yes, Master." Mo Xunzong obediently took a look at who had disturbed the formation outside, and came back to report: "Master, it is Soul Rushuang who is asking to see you."

Soul like frost?What a long-lost name.

Yuan Wuxiang smiled: "Tell her, Tired Harvest is not in misty rain and setting sun."

"Master, Po Rushuang is here to see Master."

"See me?" Raising his eyebrows, Yuan Wuxiang said: "Then bring her in."

Ah, I'm really haggard for the people of Yixiao, I haven't seen my soul like frost for a long time, this appearance is even more pitiful.

Yuan Wuxiang lazily pointed to the seat opposite him: "Please sit down."

Po Rushuang sat down according to her words, but her haggard expression was full of helplessness and anxiety.

"Amidst the misty rain and the setting sun, what's the matter?" Yuan Wuxiang had a gentle expression, and his words were like spring breeze.

Po Rushuang looked at the gentlemanly man in front of him, and couldn't imagine how cold and cruel this man was before that, ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself.

Seeing that Po Rushuang lost his mind for a moment, Yuan Wuxiang was not annoyed, but just quietly waited for him to return to his senses.

"Tired Harvest... are you okay?"

"Are you here to ask me if Tired Shoutian is okay?" Yuan Wuxiang was surprised for a moment: "At this moment, if Tired Shoutian is not at Yang Qianche's side, he is at the top of Yongxu. It shouldn't be difficult for you to find him."

Embarrassment flashed across Po Rushuang's face, why didn't she go to the two places mentioned by Yuan Wuxiang?There is no one on the top of Yongxu, but Daozhen said that Tiredness doesn't want to see her, so what else can she do but look for Yuan Wuxiang?

"He doesn't want to see me." A difficult, almost crying voice escaped from Po Rushuang's biting lips.

A woman trapped in love can always make people feel pity, but Yuan Wuxiang's penetrating eyes are calm, neither happy nor sad.

"If you want to see him, he will meet you in the end." Yuan Wuxiang lightly stroked the cup in his hand, Tired Shoutian has always been soft-hearted, his soul is like frost, he really wants to see you, as long as you look at the misery and make it there, it will be inevitable is visible.

Unexpectedly, Po Rushuang laughed even harder when she heard this, why didn't she not know Tired Shoutian's face was cold and heart-warming, she had already disregarded face when Daozhen asked Tired Shoutian to be rejected, but she still didn't see Think about the person she wants to see, otherwise she wouldn't be humiliating herself in the misty rain and setting sun...

"Now only you can let me see Tired Shoutian."

Yuan Wuxiang was silent for a while, before slowly sighing: "You, why are you here?"

Po Rushuang buried herself in her arms dejectedly, curled up all over, how could she not know that it was only herself who did this?But that person...that person is the tired harvest that she can't give up no matter what she thinks about...

"If it weren't for your repeated calculations!" Po Rushuang raised his head from the crook of his arms, a pair of eyes full of red threads stared straight at Yuan Wuxiang, and there was even a hint of hatred hidden under the red threads.

If it wasn't for his calculations, perhaps Po Rushuang would be able to get his wish. Even if they were not together in the end, there would still be a place in Tired Shoutian's heart. Yuan Wuxiang understood, but he never regretted his intervention, even if this method was already for him. It can be called despicable.

"You go away." Yuan Wuxiang didn't look at this woman whose love was almost ruined by him.

Yuan Wuxiang didn't show a trace of pity, nor a trace of guilt, it was obviously just ordinary, but it made Po Rushuang's heart bleed even more, and the sea of ​​hatred was surging!

"Qiang..."

With a long sound of the sword, the stars in the sea pointed at Yuan Wuxiang again.

Seeing this, Yuan Wuxiang instinctively wanted to sigh again, but before he could utter a sigh, a sword aura descended from the sky, followed by cries of pain and the sound of weapons falling to the ground.

"Tired of harvesting the sky?"

Yuan Wuxiang, who was so startled that he stood up from his seat, stared blankly at Tired Shoutian who suddenly appeared and wounded his soul like frost with a sword, and saw that Tired Shoutian's expressionless face was full of tears He was cold, and when he looked closely, he could see that there was a trace of fear and disgust in those golden eyes that were somewhat darkened by anger.

fear?Yuan Wuxiang almost thought that he was wrong, but the next action of Tired Shoutian made Yuan Wuxiang understand where the fear and loathing in Tired Shoutian's eyes came from.

The stars in the sea, the sword that pointed at Yuan Wuxiang many times, was folded into several pieces by Tired Shoutian under the disbelieving eyes of Yuan Wuxiang and Po Rushuang!

"There will be another time, just like this sword." Looking at Po Rushuang coldly, the murderous look in Tired Shoutian's eyes almost revealed: "Mo Xunzuo, send her out."

"Tian Shou Tian, ​​are you really so heartless?"

"If it wasn't for Yuan Wuxiang who doesn't like disputes, this place is misty, rainy and setting sun..." The words were not finished, but the murderous look in his eyes was even heavier.

Seeing this, Mo Xunzong hurriedly pulled Po Rushuang, who had lost his soul, out of the sight of Tired Shoutian. This was not because he was afraid of Tired Shoutian's innocent killing, but as Tired Shoutian said, this place is Misty Rain The setting sun is the smoky setting sun that Master has never stained this place with a trace of blood no matter what he does.

Yuan Wuxiang frowned slightly, and was about to bend down to pick up the broken sword, but with a wave of his sleeve, the broken sword was thrown out of the misty rain and setting sun, and even shook the chair Po Rushuang sat on It became a powder and floated out together.

Something is wrong with Tired Shoutian, very wrong!Yuan Wuxiang's slightly frowned brows had a tendency to tighten.

"Why do you look at me like this?" After finishing everything, Tired Shoutian flicked his sleeves and looked at Yuan Wuxiang.

"You haven't got rid of your demons?" Yuan Wuxiang asked after speculating for a long time.

"You know I have a demon?"

"This is not something you would do." Such ruthlessness and leeway, this is not something Tired Shoutian would do, after all, Po Rushuang is not a villain.

"I've done it."

Yuan Wuxiang lowered his eyes and didn't ask why, because there is no need to ask, the demon in his heart can only be himself, and the reason will only be himself in the end, the desolation like frost did not arouse the once gentle and upright Yuan Wuxiang a little bit of guilt, At this time, it is like a torrent of water that cannot be suppressed. In the end, he did those things too much, and the consequences will be exhausted...

"Why don't you talk?" Tired Shoutian forcibly raised Yuan Wuxiang's face so that the eyes that avoided him fell back on his own face.

Yuan Wuxiang twitched the corners of his mouth: "Just do what you want, and you are just an insignificant person."

"Insignificant?" Tired Shoutian chuckled lightly: "Since it is insignificant, why do you let an insignificant person fight with a sword?"

Facing the obvious anger and danger in the golden pupils, Yuan Wuxiang reflexively smiled comfortingly, without even thinking about the soul power on his body, he wanted to...

"kindness?!"

The penetrating soul power stopped abruptly like a person who wanted to scream was suddenly strangled by the throat.

The scorching breath filled Yuan Wuxiang's entire senses, and his tongue even forgot to give a response under the sudden attack. However, he gave cooperation within a short while of forgetting, but at this time the aggressive one The person suddenly withdrew.

Suddenly, Yuan Wuxiang was sealed by Tired Shoutian.

In this world, the only person in Yuanwuxiang who can't fortify himself is Tired Shoutian, and Tired Shoutian understands it, so he succeeds easily.

"You said that you will not use your soul power lightly."

The cold and depressing voice made Yuan Wuxiang feel helpless, and he didn't even care about the sealed body, he just stroked his tired face and smiled: "Before you, there was nothing easy or not easy." .”

This is a true sentence that cannot be truer, because Yuan Wuxiang has been doing this for a long, long time before saying this sentence.

Yuan Wuxiang's tired looking eyes are always filled with tenderness that cannot be described by others.

So under this kind of gaze, the violence that had not gathered in the eyes of Tired Shoutian, who had been imprisoned in Yuan Wuxiang since just now, quietly dissipated like this.

Different from the aggression and rudeness just now, this time the kiss on Yuan Wuxiang's face was soft and precious, stretching from the center of the eyebrows all the way down.

Although Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help being addicted to Juan Shoutian's gentleness, the sudden cloudiness of Tired Shoutian made him uneasy.

"You're still distracted at this time..." Tired Shoutian chuckled softly, but just pecked at the soft and moist lips in front of him.

"I'm just worried about your demons."

A silent sigh overflowed from his mouth, and his foreheads touched, Tired Shoutian brought Yuan Wuxiang's hand to his heart: "There has never been anything here, except you."

Tired and precious, he kept kissing the red eyes of the young man in his arms: "The devil is you, the Tao is you, and the sword is also you. I realized this truth too late. There is no country..." Thank you You are willing to wait for me, thank you for never letting go of my hand, thank you for still being willing to come back...my love...

Countless things to say, countless things not to say, in the intimacy of each other, the emotion in the corners of the brows and eyes, and the ten fingers that are tightly intertwined, they all turn into endless lingering meanings in the blending of water and milk.

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