Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

Accompanied by the cry of collapse, the dark thunder that had disappeared from An Xichen's body suddenly surged again.

Fang Ximing was startled, and looked back amidst the meaningless vigilance of the crowd. Qu Qixiang was still leaning against the door without moving. He was shaking his fan, and his other hand was hidden under the heavy robe.Even though such a tragedy happened before his eyes, he smiled as if he didn't see anything.

Seeing that he was playing tricks, Fang Ximing became dizzy and said angrily, "What are you doing!?"

Qu Qi ignored it.

Fang Ximing was about to walk over and grab his collar to ask him thoroughly, when Chi Xikong exclaimed, "Senior Brother!! Senior Brother Fang!?!"

Before Fang Ximing asked her what was wrong, she heard other people screaming suddenly, and then ran away from him in a hurry.Run as far as you can, as if he is some plague god.

"...?" Fang Ximing was baffled. He knew that he suspected that Qu Qi's confrontation with An Xichen would arouse a certain degree of public anger, but he didn't expect this group of people to do this suddenly. It was funny and angry at the same time. He frowned and said, "What is it, do you need it? As for it?"

Chi Xikong knew what he was thinking, stomped his feet anxiously, and said incoherently: "No! Words! Brother!! You have words in your hand!! Words!"

"...? What word?"

Fang Ximing was puzzled and raised his hand to take a look.

Seeing this, he understood why they avoided him like the plague just now.

Countless spell-like characters suddenly appeared on his hand, and rows of horrible curses were quickly drawn on his skin, rushing towards his clothes, making his whole body covered with spells.

"Fuck me!?!"

He cursed, and subconsciously shook his hand—but it was growing and soaking through his flesh and blood, spreading all over his limbs, how could it be easily thrown off?

Shaking it off did not shake it off, it was still stubbornly sticking to his skin.

Qiao Xishui died, and after Fang Ximing's body appeared this kind of spell that was not a good thing at first glance, Chi Xikong almost collapsed, and said with a crying voice: "Brother... What is this!?"

"how could I know!?"

Fang Ximing panicked, and he raised his other hand to look at it, and there were also several streams of writing on it, which seemed to be immortal.He rolled up his sleeves in panic, the spell was all over his entire arm.

It seemed that those spells had spread all over his body, and he was running back and forth as if he was still alive, as if his body was nothing more than a scroll.

Watching this kind of snake-like thing crawling on his body was a torment. Fang Ximing's goosebumps fell all over the ground. Although he didn't feel any pain, just looking at it was driving him crazy.

He suddenly thought to himself, he might as well just peel off the skin himself, and it would be a hundred times better to become a blood man than to watch this thing crawling on his body.

Chi Xikong completely collapsed, two lines of tears rolling down his cheeks unconsciously, crying, "What is this!?"

How could Fang Ximing not know who did this, he turned his head and stared, his veins burst out of anger, like an angry beast, he lowered his body and roared: "What the hell are you going to do!?"

"Why do you ask me?" Qu Qixiang frowned and opened his eyes, pretending to be distressed, and gently shook his folding fan and said, "You have to ask your hypocritical good brother."

All eyes turned back to An Xichen.

When An Xichen heard that something happened behind him, he stopped talking.

He knew better than anyone else that there was no point in crying.Even if he yelled until blood came out of his throat, the person in his arms would never open his eyes to look at him again, and tell him with a smile that I'm fine.Qiao Xishui's death cannot be filled with a few cries, he is such a heavy presence in An Xichen's heart, equal to his heart.

An Xichen held Qiao Xishui's hand, even though that hand was already cold, he was unwilling to let go.

He understands it better than anyone else, and he is unwilling to understand it better than anyone else. He is the most sober and also the one who most wants to sink into a dream.

He always felt that as long as he didn't leave, as long as he stayed by his side, Qiao Xishui would still be able to come back.

Qiao Xishui was his piece of sky, and the sky became chaotic, with no distinction between day and night.But people always have to wake up from grief, even if the sun never rises and the moon never fades away, he still has to choose a path to go on.

Reality does not allow dreams. When the sky falls, the sky will fall, and if the sky falls, you can't just fall down without recovery.He wants you to stand up, he wants you to suffer, he wants you to wake up, he wants you to pick up your sword and fight even when there is no one behind you.

No reason, because reality.

This heartless reality, which would be ridiculed even in daydreams, gave him even a tiny bit of time to mourn.

His tears fell for a while, and fell on the back of his own hand, and fell on the unforgettable words of curse.

There was a dead silence.It seemed that the heaven couldn't bear it, and the pitifully little time of silence deliberately left for him was silently warning him to wake up soon.

Su Wulin was already devastated, and now he doesn't dare to speak.The rest were either vigilant or timid, and no one dared to speak out for a while.

An Xichen finally let go of his hand and let out a trembling sigh.

He picked up the blessing bag that fell from Qiao Xisailor's hands, put it into his arms, then hugged the already cold Qiao Xishui in his arms, and slowly turned around.

These people were startled again, and they all took two or three steps back.Dai Ximeng yelled out in shock and panicked, "What is that!!"

The curse on An Xichen's body is much more serious than Fang Ximing's.The words on the skin were densely packed with black and red, moving slowly on his body, and the bloody red mantras flickered.

"First time?"

An Xichen said.His voice sounded like weeping, trembling slightly, but he tried hard to suppress his emotions, and he seemed stiff again.

He went on to say: "It's okay, you will see me often in the future."

"Yes." Qu Qixiang thought he understood the meaning of his words, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "You are quite enlightened."

An Xichen didn't speak, he walked forward slowly with Qiao Xishui in his arms.Every time he took a step forward, the people from Qingfengmen took a step back.Maybe it's out of vigilance, maybe it's out of fear, but no matter what, it doesn't make any difference to An Xichen.

He didn't bother to worry about anything anymore.The most worthy of his concern in this world has become a cold corpse in his arms.

Fang Ximing and Chi Xikong didn't take a step back.An Xichen didn't bother to find out what these two people were thinking, he stepped forward and said to Chi Xikong, "Can I ask you."

Chi Xikong was taken aback for a moment.

An Xichen lowered his eyes and added, "After I go out, I want to bury him."

After he said this, Chi Xikong realized that it was the corpse in his arms that he wanted to entrust to himself.

How could she not agree to this.She quickly said hello and took the bones in An Xichen's arms.

Qu Qixiang stood aside and watched.Shaking the paper fan, I quietly stroked the current situation in my heart.

After Qiao Xishui's death, An Xichen's determination remained unchanged, and he was still determined to die.Although this game of chess was disturbed by Qiao Xishui, fortunately, nothing changed much.

He was a little worried before, but now it seems that everything has finally come to pass as he wished, and he doesn't need to pretend anymore.

After thinking about this, Qu Qixiang put away his fan, half-opened his eyes, and said leisurely: "Okay, after you die, I will bury you two together. How about putting you and him in the same coffin? Do it now Don't make me talk about what I should do."

Qu Qixiang didn't bother to pretend anymore, it was clear at a glance who he was speaking to.Except for Fang Ximing, everyone else was stunned.

So is Chi Xikong.

"...Uncle?" Someone said in disbelief, "Uncle, what are you talking about?"

"I still don't understand, you're really stupid." Fang Ximing said, "He told your brother An to find a way to die, and then do something."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to An Xichen, "Right?"

An Xichen looked at him, neither denying nor admitting.His eyes were red, but there was still no ups and downs, as quiet as a piece of stagnant water.

He stretched out his hand, and a cloud of dark thunder gathered into a ball of light in his hand.

"

what are you doing! ? "Dai Xi dreamed of the dark thunder in his hand, and couldn't help saying in surprise, "You really want to do it!" ? "

An Xichen remained silent.In the midst of lightning and thunder, the dark thunder in his hand turned into a thunder blade, and went straight to Fang Ximing.

Fang Ximing stood still, he looked at An Xichen with an ugly face, he didn't know what he saw in his stagnant eyes, and he didn't move.

There was not much distance between the two of them, and An Xichen shot very quickly. If he wanted to, he could kill someone in an instant.

"Forcing someone to kill me."

he said suddenly.

"It's what he wants."

The thunder blade suddenly twisted, abruptly bypassed Fang Ximing, and went straight towards Qu Qixiang.

Qu Qixiang didn't expect this kind of change, so he quickly dodged sideways, and the thunder blade exploded on the door in a scorched black mass.

"I told you once that I would not let him come back alive."

"I've always done this. I can die, but I will never leave Yuan Dan to you again, and it is impossible for you to use it to harm my junior brother as you wish. I have set up a spell a long time ago. After I die, Yuan Dan dissipates in bone and blood, if anyone touches this body with the technique of dissecting the pill, the body will be wiped out immediately."

"But thinking about it now, it's impossible for you not to know that I will make this move. You should have already made a perfect plan."

Hearing this, Qu Qixiang grinned mockingly.

It appears to be so.

An Xichen sighed, and continued: "He should know."

"He knew that I would die in vain, so he would die for me... He always wanted me to come and tell you this, Fang Ximing."

Just as An Xichen was about to continue, a sudden pain in his chest interrupted his words.He was all too familiar with this pain, and before he could say a word to himself, his chest suddenly spattered with blood, and blood gushed out.There was a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

Qu Qixiang!

Suddenly someone shouted in panic: "Senior brother!"

Someone else was calling him.

He understood, but he couldn't help but think of Qiao Xishui.

He remembered that Qiao Xishui also anxiously, worriedly, and panicked called him senior brother and called him by name.

"Brother!" He heard Qiao Xishui calling him, "An Xichen!"

"—An Zhao!"