Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

Su Wulin was stunned for a moment, until the blood splashed on his face dripped onto his arms, he shivered suddenly, and came back to his senses.

The person Luo Qing hurt was not An Xichen, but Qiao Xishui—a remnant disciple of Qingfengmen.

He panicked completely when he realized this.In a state of panic that lost most of his sanity, he actually pulled out his sword.

"What are you doing!?" Fang Ximing was going crazy, he took a big step and rushed over, furiously said, "Do you think he didn't bleed enough!?"

But it was too late for him to say that.After Luo Qing was withdrawn from Qiao Xishui's body, blood spurted out like a fountain.Su Wulin was splattered with blood again, his flustered emotions became even more flustered now, his mind went blank, he didn't know what to do in his panic, he just stood there in a daze.

Perhaps it was because Qiao Xishui was about to die, and the spell that shared mana between Luo Wen and him dissipated from his wrists.

Qiao Xishui's eyes gradually became blurred, and his normal breathing became a luxury at this moment. All the strength in his body seemed to be exhausted, and he almost lost all consciousness. For some reason, he tilted his body and slowly fell backwards. go down.

Qiao Xishui could hardly keep his eyes open.He clenched his right hand tightly, and there seemed to be a force pulling him into the darkness in the pain, forcing him to close his eyes, forcing him to die, and forcing him to stop all thoughts.But he was not reconciled, and refused to close his eyes.When he half-opened his eyes, he heard many people shouting again.

Fang Ximing was scolding Su Wulin, Chi Xikong rushed over in panic, took off his outer robe and pressed the wound to do useless work, the rest of the people were making noise in a panic, some were begging Qu Qixiang, some were crying and wailing, Some people are still scolding that it is An Xichen's fault.

Usually it is not obvious, and when I listen to these things when I am lying on the ground and dying, I feel that these people are really annoying.

Amidst the noise, he heard An Xichen's voice.

It's strange, An Xichen's voice is hoarse, and his voice can't be louder. It's easy to be overwhelmed by the noise, but he heard it right away.

"Joe Xishui!!"

He pushed away the person who asked him to pay for his life, and when he walked up to him, Qiao Xishui vaguely saw him stumbling.

He was obviously as majestic as Yan just now, but now he stumbled after running such a short distance.

He panicked.

Qiao Xishui suddenly wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Chi Xikong was still pressing on Qiao Xishui's chest wound, when he saw An Xichen running over, he cried out to him in great fear and panic, "Senior Brother! What should I do, the bleeding won't stop!"

An Xichen was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "...What should I do...?"

Yes.

How to do?

He didn't know, how could he know.He only knows how to kill people, and the Nirvana technique has paralyzed his kind thoughts, so how could he remember the way to save people?

He thought his kindness was dying all the time, but it wasn't.

His kindness began to recover from a certain moment, and it was only at this moment that he was really dying.

in front of him!

How to do?How to do? !

he does not know!

"...let go."

Qiao Xishui said suddenly.He moved his gaze to An Xichen with difficulty, and said, "It can't be saved..."

An Xichen felt as if a string had broken in his heart.

A monstrous wave of fear engulfed him, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he still couldn't say anything.

"No!!" Chi Xikong still pressed his wound unwillingly, and said, "Don't say unlucky words! You won't die!! I still have something to ask you, and I still..."

"Let go."

When Chi Xikong turned around, Fang Ximing was standing behind her with a very ugly expression on his face.

"Brother..."

"He's right. There's no cure," he said. "A sword in the heart and no one can live."

After he finished speaking, he looked at An Xichen next to him, repeated himself, and said, "It can't be saved."

"Can……"

"do not talk."

Fang Ximing reached out and pulled Chi Xi

Kong, pulled her up.

He glanced sideways.Qu Qixiang didn't move from the beginning to the end, like a statue growing by the door, he was smiling and shaking his fan from beginning to end, as if he was watching some drama.

An Xichen didn't even dare to shake Qiao Xishui's hand.

He was afraid that his hand would be terribly cold.

But Qiao Xishui had already set foot on Huangquan Road, he took a breath, and pulled her into his arms with trembling hands.The blood overflowing from his chest had already dyed his white clothes bright red, but he still refused to die easily, breathing with his mouth open, his half-opened eyes dazed and dazed.

His right hand clenched his fist tightly, not knowing what was inside.

An Xichen's tears rolled down his cheeks patter, and fell into Qiao Xi's fresh blood overflowing from the wound.

"……I……"

The person in his arms was as powerless as a piece of paper, leaning against him, struggling to spit out the thousands of words left in his heart.

He said: "...I, at the beginning...often had a...dream."

"... dreaming of you."

"I dreamed that you...asked me...for help."

"I saved you...you are not dead..."

He couldn't laugh anymore, but An Xichen knew he was.

Qiao Xishui is always smiling in his heart.

He smiled and said.

"...An Xichen...sins don't have to...have to be paid for by death."

"I know it all...I know yours. You don't have to die..."

An Xichen choked up in his words, and tears flowed down the lines around his eyes, which couldn't wash away the dirt in his bones.

He has always been used to smashing and swallowing the pain, but Qiao Xishui means a lot to him. This time he finally couldn't hold it anymore. He hugged the person in his arms tightly, crying and begging: "I will not die, I will listen to you!" Yours... I listen to you, I'm sorry, I was wrong... I escaped, I was a jerk, I was sorry for you..."

"...Brother."

"...you listen to me...then you..."

"...you put those... overwhelmed, let go."

"Stop... killing people."

An Xichen hugged him and nodded with sobs, then remembered that he couldn't see, and agreed in a hoarse voice: "Okay..."

"...Don't cry."

"……it is good……"

"An Zhao..."

Qiao Xishui finally said the last sentence.He slowly closed his eyes, and his last words were as breathless as if he would fly away on the wind.

"...You should go home."

An Xichen's life has been full of twists and turns, and it seems that he has never had a home.

Brothel is not his home, Qingfengmen is not his home, it seems that nowhere in the world can accommodate him.When he finally found the home, the home turned into a dead person in his arms.

He said, you should go home.

But the world is vast, where should he go?

How can he have a home.

Qiao Xishui's hand slowly slipped and fell to the ground.The tightly held hands were released, and a small blessing bag lay quietly between the bloody palms.

It is a gadget often sold in night markets in Beijing.Put some spirit stones or spirit grass in it, and it will be a lucky thing.

But An Xichen knew that there were no spirit stones or spirit herbs in it.Some of them are only some broken tea leaves that may have been steeped for too long, which are not very valuable, but his sincerity that is about to be crushed by Nirvana.

He looked at the cheap little blessing bag and thought in a daze that Qiao Xishui died.

died.

"... Qiao Xishui?"

He called softly in disbelief, but no one answered.

—— Qiao Xishui is really dead.

dead, in his arms.

because of him.

He suddenly remembered Qiao Xishui who had bought a Kongming lantern on the bridge that day and turned around and ran towards him.

He escaped from the hustle and bustle of human fireworks on the bridge, and ran towards the dark place where he was, laughing and calling his senior brother, without caring.

Just such a small thing,

But it shattered his sky in an instant.

An Xichen suddenly collapsed, he couldn't swallow this collapse like other pain, but he didn't know how to vent it.

He had no choice but to follow his instincts, hugging the cold corpse in his arms tightly, and burst out a broken cry from his throat.