Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

Starting the next day, Qingfengmen still maintains the fine tradition of going to bed early and getting up early.Before the sun rose, Qiao Xishui was dragged out of the bed.

Qiao Xishui didn't wake up, she was so sleepy that she almost fell asleep standing up.He was standing at the gate of the mountain, his expression was a little indifferent due to the lack of sleep.The rest of the people moved their luggage to the carriage one by one, and no one went to greet him.

Qiao Xishui was originally such an indifferent person, he seemed the most normal when he couldn't get up.

He leaned against the dilapidated stone pillar of Qingfengmen, a little panicked.But when there is no choice, it is better to rely on it than to stand on your own.

Qiao Xishui yawned and was about to close his eyes and take a nap when someone called him from the other end.

"Joe Xishui."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

It's Fang Ximing, the big brother, he dare not keep his eyes open.

Qiao Xishui raised his eyelids with difficulty, glanced at Fang Ximing, who was covered in cranes and flowing clouds, and Fang Ximing, who was inexplicably murderous, called out sleepily: "Senior brother."

"Returning to the Clouds" is an outrageously long book, and the protagonist is naturally growing up slowly. Based on his different personalities in each period of the full text, he is also divided into several periods.There are children who have problems with bears and fingers 1.0, and there are also teenagers who are famous and famous in the world 2.0, and now it is the trauma that is too traumatic to choose autism and indifference 3.0.

Others dare not talk to Qiao Xishui, a cold-faced minor, but Fang Ximing, who is equally indifferent, dares.Now that An Xichen is gone, he is the most senior young man in Qingfengmen.Even the girl was carrying her luggage to distribute the carriage, only his precious hands were left aside.

Fang Ximing is boring.

So he set his sights on Qiao Xishui.

So he walked to Qiao Xishui and sat down.

Two indifferent people just had a fairy "dialogue"——

Qiao Xishui: "..."

Fang Ximing: "..."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

Fang Ximing: "..."

Qiao Xishui, who was trying to keep a cold and indifferent face, was a little bit depressed-brother, you came to me to say something! ?What are you doing here? !Playing with me here one, two, three wooden people, whoever talks first is an idiot! ?

Qiao Xishui couldn't hold back anymore, she tried her best to put on a sullen face and asked in a cold voice: "Senior brother, what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Fang Ximing glanced at him and said, "I want to sit with you."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

"I always feel that there is something weird about you."

Qiao Xishui's heart skipped a beat, and he said dryly, "What's wrong?"

"...I can't tell." Fang Ximing stood up, dusted the dust behind, and said, "It just feels different... I don't know."

Qiao Xishui didn't know what to say, so she tried her best to keep her face sullen, pretending to be indifferent.

Fang Ximing looked at him, was silent for a while, and said, "Forget it, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I just had an illusion."

The carriage had been packed, and they were being told to get in and hurry.Qiao Xishui also stood up, patted the ashes behind her, and said, "After a few months, senior brother has changed a lot, can't I change?"

Fang Ximing paused, then suddenly laughed, and said, "That's right."

The sun rises and the dawn breaks.

After a few neighing sounds of horses, they stepped down the mountain in the sun.

...

The bleeding couldn't stop.

The blood was still flowing, pouring out from the wound continuously.An Xichen heard his gasp, he clutched the wound on his waist and abdomen, blood was still gushing out from between his fingers.

You can't live, you can't die.

Qu Qixiang...

Just reading these three words makes me feel nauseous.

The floor beneath him was already bleeding like a river.An Xichen was in so much pain that he was about to lose consciousness and fall asleep several times, but every time he was about to pass out, his consciousness would be pulled back abruptly, and he could feel the pain of every inch of blood leaving.

There was almost no strength in the whole body, and the hands were trembling.He held on, biting his white lip, propped himself up, and turned himself over with great effort, so as not to keep the wound on his abdomen under pressure.

An Xichen turned his back up and stretched out his hand covering his abdomen, which was indeed covered with blood.

He felt that it had been a long time, and it seemed that it hadn't been that long.When he was ups and downs in the sea of ​​blood, his concept of time was always vague.

Skull never calmed down, laughing and cursing in his ear, very noisy.

"You are still very energetic!" it suddenly screamed, "Since you are very energetic, you should exercise!"

An Xichen didn't say anything, he knew what Qu Qixiang was going to do.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, struggling to pull out a sneer.

"Qu Qixiang." He said hoarsely, and subconsciously raised his chin even though he was lying flat on the ground.

An Xichen gritted his teeth, almost grinding out a sentence from the root of his teeth.

"He won't survive."

"...You can dream your Spring and Autumn Dream."

The skull paused after he finished speaking, and there was a long silence.

Then, a burst of sharp laughter broke the long silence, the sound was so loud that it made his scalp numb.The dark thunder billowing on his body suddenly flashed and thundered, filling the entire room in an instant.

Dark thunder crashed down.One after another gushed out of him, and one after another fell on him.

An Xichen gritted his teeth, convulsed with pain all over his body, and only grunted a few times when the pain was unbearable.He stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but it was empty.

Nothing, no one to save him.

...

The carriage bumped all the way, and except for taking a break at noon to take a breath, they were all in the carriage for the rest of the time.

When the sun was setting, everyone got out of the carriage and prepared to find a place to sleep.Qiao Xishui was overjoyed, thinking that she could finally get a bed to lie on.

Unexpectedly, this group of people went to find hay by coincidence, and laid it on the ground casually.He didn't even bother to look for some hay, so he lay flat on the ground, said good night, and fell asleep on his side.

Qiao Xishui: "...won't you go find an inn?"

Fang Ximing jumped onto a tree, turned around when he heard the words, and asked, "Are you paying?"

Qiao Xishui: "..."

Hold.

When he turned around, there were three carriages in total.Qu Qixiang slept in one, and the other two were full of girls.No matter how shameless Qiao Xishui is, she can't sleep in a carriage with a girl.

Qiao Xishui sighed resignedly, found a tree, sat down against it, and planned to sleep like this tonight.

Before he could close his eyes, his wrist suddenly hurt, and the drowsiness disappeared in an instant.The sky was spinning in front of my eyes, as if being thrown high by someone, and suddenly fell to the ground.

After Qiao Xishui staggered two steps, she was speechless—how could they meet each other every two days!An Xichen, you have something wrong!

It was a gloomy place, the whole room was dim, and the owner didn't even light a candle.And I don't know what is sticky under my feet, Qiao Xishui can't see anything.

"What are you doing, are you sick? You don't even light the fire, it's so dark, you want to play a self-closing game?" He took out the Yanghuo Talisman from his pocket, muttered and cast mana to light it up, and said, "you……"

——He "you" can't come out.

The whole room was horrible.The objects were charred and damaged, and some were still emitting black smoke.It should have been baptized by hidden thunder.However, the owner of the dark thunder fell to the ground, leaning against the wall, and his blood flowed into a river of blood.

The river of blood flowed to his feet.

And the exposed skin of the person leaning against the wall is almost not good.His hands were covered with blood, and his skin was scorched black.The whole person was soaked in a pool of blood, his face was pale, and he looked as if he had been dead for a long time.

Qiao Xishui was stunned for nearly half a minute.

He staggered two steps forward, then ran towards him.

"An Xichen!"

He yelled.When he came in front of him, he knelt directly into the pool of blood and fished him out of the pool of blood.

When he got close, he could see clearly that there were many strange black and red words on An Xichen's body.They intersected into complex lines, engraved on his skin line by line.

Qiao Xishui was only stunned for a moment, and didn't even look at these things carefully.He stretched out his hand to probe, but fortunately, although he was breathless, he still had a breath of breath.

Qiao Xishui was somewhat relieved, and quickly cast a spell on him.Fortunately, the original owner was a medicine cultivator—but if he knew that his talents would be used to save An Xichen's life one day, he would probably be so angry that he would throw Meng Potang, and then turn around and come back as a ghost.

At least he rescued An Xichen.

The wound on An Xichen's body healed slowly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

Then, he looked at Qiao Xishui, was silent for a while, and asked hoarsely, "Why do you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Qiao Xishui immediately answered, "Brought by the blood pact!"

An Xichen was speechless.Tried to sit up from the ground, touched his waist and abdomen, and found that the wound was gone.

"..." He looked at Qiao Xishui and asked, "What did you do?"

Qiao Xishui nodded and asked, "What happened? What is this on you?"

An Xichen didn't want to answer either of the two questions.He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't know."

He said that because he didn't want to tell Qiao Xishui anything.

Qiao Xishui understood that he was not someone who had to ask the bottom line of everything.

After An Xichen finished speaking, he stood up. Although the wound healed, the pain still remained. He staggered a step and almost fell.

"Hey!"

Afraid that he would fall, Qiao Xishui quickly got up and grabbed him, but as soon as he caught him, An Xichen stood upright by himself, not only that, but also flung his hand away indifferently.

Qiao Xishui was not embarrassed, he knew that this was An Xichen.

I am used to indifference and seeing the darkness, and I am more used to curling up in the darkness like this than expecting others.

Qiao Xishui knew to take his time, and he didn't mind the stray cat scratching him occasionally.

He said: "It is estimated that your vital signs are always in a dangerous state this time, but the blood pact has never found any danger, and finally gradually approached death. Although the blood pact didn't know what happened, it still pulled me here."

An Xichen didn't speak, but coughed twice.

Since he didn't deny it, Qiao Xishui knew he was right.

He continued: "I don't ask you what's going on, I know you don't want to say it. It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, I will always be here. "

"..." An Xichen took a deep breath, still feeling pain in his waist and abdomen.

"I……"

"Stop talking." An Xichen glanced at him, his eyes were terribly red. "This is a common thing... I'm used to it, so I don't need you."

"...a common thing?"

What kind of fun joke is this?

Bleeding into a river of blood, spells out of control, is this a common thing?

An Xichen could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression. He smiled and said, "What do you know about me, so you dare say that you will always be here?"

"I'm used to it," he said. "You don't have to pity me."