Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

Qiao Xishui has only one thought in mind now: I'm going to kill myself.

His body hurts and his heart hurts—why, why is An Xichen so awkward?

As soon as he hurts, he becomes more and more resentful, and as soon as he is more, he can't help but start to turn over old scores——An Xichen pretended to hate him before, but after two days, he came to ask him why he didn't see anyone at night, and told him that he was going to die Tell him to leave it alone, when he comes, An Xichen turns around and pulls him to his side——

Qiao Xishui was thinking about this, when An Xichen started again: "How many times have I told you not to come here, but you are good, you have to bring gangs here! What do you want to do, what can you do when you come here?" What are you doing!? You don’t know how to write the word pity your life, so Liu Wusheng can’t write it!? How did his head grow!? Doesn’t he know that you don’t have mana? Did he use his head to raise fish!?”

Qiao Xishui couldn't hold back when he heard him yelling more and more, and laughed out loud with his head down, his shoulders trembled a few times.

An Xichen was even more angry, his already hoarse voice was torn apart by himself, and said: "Why are you laughing!?!"

"...No." Qiao Xishui hurt even more when he smiled. He forced his smile back, rubbed his painful chest, and said, "Senior brother cursing people... It's very interesting, and you can go astray when you scold. of."

"Where am I..."

Just as An Xichen uttered two words angrily, he suddenly paused.

It seems that he also reacted.He obviously scolded Qiao Xishui for not taking himself seriously, but for some reason, he suddenly started scolding Liu Wusheng.

After An Xichen reacted, he was angry and ashamed, his face turned red and white, and finally he gave up on himself and started a new round: "What do you care about so much, do you think you are better than him!? "

Qiao Xishui lowered her head, obediently listened to the instruction, and nodded: "Yeah."

An Xichen got angry when he saw him lowering his head. He always felt that Qiao Xishui just wanted to lower his head because he didn't want to see him, and he was deliberately angry with him.In a fit of anger, An Xichen said angrily: "Look up! What are you looking at with your head down!"

Qiao Xishui didn't want to lift it, and muttered, "Brother... I have a headache and I don't have the strength to lift it."

"..."

An Xichen was stunned by his answer, and remained silent for a long time.

Qiao Xishui also felt that this answer was too nonsense, and An Xichen probably didn't believe it at all.

The surroundings fell silent for a short while.Qiao Xi lowered her head a little more.He is now top-heavy, his whole body is hot and cold from the mana rushing everywhere, and he feels like he is seriously ill.

Although it was quiet, An Xichen was definitely not someone who would calm down like this.He guessed that An Xichen was hesitating whether to reward him with a gentle but strong kick, the kind that wouldn't kill someone.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard footsteps - it was An Xichen approaching.

An Xichen didn't kick up as he expected, he squatted down, and his voice was very hoarse when he suddenly approached, but this time it softened a lot, as if it wasn't this person who yelled just now.

He said: "Why do you have to come here when you are sick?"

Qiao Xishui didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It's better than being sick.

"...You're so mad, I'll forget it." An Xichen was still angry, but he didn't make any more noise. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "If you weren't sick, I would have killed you little bastard. Don't take your own life as your own, and go around talking about it, for fear that Qu Qixiang won't see you."

That's all An Xichen wanted to say.

His noise and noise are like his armor.When he takes off his armor, you will see that he has a hot and soft heart.

He's just awkward.He is not good at caring, he has already been transformed into a twisted weapon.So he will only care in a way that hurts others.What's more, he decided that he had to die, so in order not to make Qiao Xishui sad, he chose to let him go, making him disgusted.

But when he saw others suffering and being weak, he couldn't help but tell the truth.

The grievances that Qiao Xishui had been aroused before disappeared all of a sudden. His heart moved, he opened his mouth, and just about to say something, suddenly there was a buzzing in his head.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered what Liu Wusheng had said to him.

"Can you really be calm and self-sufficient?" Liu Wusheng asked him in a cold tone, "Can you still be calm when you see An Xichen?"

Qiao Xishui even patted Liu Wusheng's chest to promise that he would be calm, but now he only has two words for himself.

fart.

The moment his heart beat, it seemed as if tens of thousands of thin and long sharp blades grew out of his heart, passing by his limbs, bones, internal organs, and internal organs in the blink of an eye. He subconsciously grabbed something in front of him and vomited blood. out.

Need to stay calm.

...need to remain calm.

...need to be calm and self-sufficient...

He recited this sentence in his heart more than three times, panting heavily, holding on to the things in his hands, it took a long time to recover before he thought about it belatedly.

What am I holding on to?

He touched it up, scratched it again, and found that it was quite soft, like clothes.

……clothing.

He raised his head slowly and stiffly, and saw An Xichen looking at him expressionlessly.

Qiao Xishui's heart tightened, and his heart twitched again. He quickly took a deep breath and lowered his head. This time, he recited the words calmly and self-control in his heart like crazy. He recited it more than 30 times before he swallowed the horror. go down.

"You call this a headache." An Xichen said quietly, "So the headache of Duanshengmen is equivalent to vomiting blood?"

"...This, this..." Qiao Xishui gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "...This should be called an accident."

There seemed to be a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and he spoke a bit hoarsely.After he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing a few times and coughed up the blood.

An Xichen heard that he was struggling to speak, sighed, and said, "Don't insist if you can't speak."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

"I don't ask what's going on with you." He said, "I know you're not stupid, you have your own plans. But if I see that you're going to risk your life, I'll throw it out for you too. It's up to you whether you fall or not. Good fortune, you can't die in front of me anyway, I don't care about you, it's just that if you die, it will dirty my eyes."

Qiao Xishui didn't know whether to laugh or cry.An Xichen still seemed to think that he could escape, and he deluded himself into thinking that those who hated him would have a happy ending.

But Qiao Xishui felt that An Xichen's idea of ​​"throwing him out if he wants to risk his life" might not work.

It was Qiao Xishui who was stupid.He told Liu Wusheng that he could bear it, he was fine, in order not to be agitated or impulsive all the time, he spent two days in advance to do all the psychological construction, even if Lin Hongyi ran out of the tomb, he would not wrinkle brow.

But these psychological constructions built high like a city wall can't resist even a single soldier from An Xichen.

He frowned and closed his eyes, easily defeating Qiao Xi.

"...Brother." Qiao Xishui said suddenly, "You don't care about me...why do you let me rely on you?"

"..."

"You, contradict yourself...contradictory."

"...There are so many talking about vomiting blood?"

"I'm...isn't that the way I am." He said, "You just treat me as if I'm going to die...and make a few last words."

An Xichen was a little unhappy after hearing this: "Say something unlucky."

"It's not unlucky." He had a sore throat as if he was on fire, so he could only say intermittently, "It's not unlucky...I promised you. Neither you nor I will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark room they were in suddenly shook slightly.

An Xichen looked back.With this shaking, the iron door on the wall that seemed to be embedded in the wall slowly moved, and opened slowly and clumsily. Above, is a coffin.

"It's open." He said to Qiao Xishui, "I'll go for a while, and I'll be back in a while."

After speaking, An Xichen reached out to grab Qiao Xishui's hand holding his arm, trying to get up and go to the dark room by himself.Who knows where Qiao Xishui's strength came from, suddenly raised his hand to hold his shoulder, and burst out a cry from his throat: "No! I want to be with you!"

"...I'm just going to get something!"

"That's... no!" Qiao Xishui's face twisted, as if he was in pain, even so, he gritted his teeth and said, "I must be with you!...Don't try to lie to me, you...I know... ... over there is Lin Hongyi!"

An Xichen: "...so what's the matter if it's Lin Hongyi!?"

"...not the one inside!" Qiao Xishui was in pain every time he said a word, he gritted his teeth, and said the rest of the words: "Someone set up a trap... There are several dark rooms! I, I know How do you live!"

An Xichen: "..."

He obviously didn't believe it.

This may be a lie Qiao Xishui made up in order to go in with him. Qiao Xishui is a shrewd person under his harmless appearance. This possibility cannot be said to be impossible.

No one knows him better than Qiao Xishui. Qiao Xishui can tell what this person is thinking just by looking at his expression, and then said: "Take me in and have a look. If I lie to you, it won't be too late if you throw me out again." !"

Makes sense.

Besides, Qiao Xishui does know a lot of things. If there is such a thing, there is no harm in bringing him in.

An Xichen understood.And if he wants to go in for a long time, put Qiao Xishui here, in case Feng Manlou and Qu Qixiang come in, Qiao Xishui, a sick man with neither mana nor force, can only drink Mengpo soup .

The conclusion is out.An Xichen sighed and said, "Okay."

Qiao Xishui breathed a sigh of relief and let go of An Xichen.

An Xichen was not in a hurry to pull him up and go in. Instead, he turned around, squatted down with his back facing him, and said, "Come up."

"..." Qiao Xishui didn't react for a moment: "Huh?"

"I'll carry you." An Xichen said a little impatiently, "You walk too slowly when you're sick, and it's too troublesome to wait for you."

Qiao Xishui was helpless again: "If you want to care about me, just care... There is no need to find a reason to explain."

"Who cares about you."

Until now, he still stubbornly believes that sharp words can make Qiao Xishui hate him and hate him.So he stubbornly said contradictory words, but he didn't know that in Qiao Xishui's eyes, every sentence he said was a candy paper with soft thorns, and it was sweet fudge when peeled off.

An Xichen said, "Do you think I'm happy to bring you this burden?"

Qiao Xishui put her arms around his neck and said with a smile, "Okay, I like you too."

"..." An Xichen bit his lower lip, turned his head away from looking at him, and suddenly raised his voice and cursed: "I'm sick!"

Qiao Xishui was lying on his back and grinning, her laughter was a little weak, and her voice was even weaker, and said, "Your ears are red."

An Xichen thought he was merciless and scolded him: "You are blind!"

Qiao Xishui smirked on his back.