Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

22 chapter

Qiao Xishui noticed that his gaze was drifting, so he followed his gaze and looked at his chest.

He was silent for a long time, unable to see any tricks, then raised his head again, blinking his eyes and asking in doubt: "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

An Xichen was silent for a long time, feeling that the answer of "Looking at the milk" really couldn't be accepted in the elegant hall, and his shame didn't allow him to write it like that.

After all, he grew up in Qingfengmen, no matter what is right or wrong, some thoughts are destined to take root in his mind.

Even though he hates those pious immortals from the bottom of his heart, he must admit that he was once a disciple of Qingfeng who was dressed in immortals.I used to have a clear mind and cloud repair, and I was happy in the morning and fell asleep at night.

Although these are too far away from him now, such gentlemen as benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trust still remain in his devil bones.

Thanks to these gentlemen's theories that he thinks are useless but are still deeply rooted, he really can't say these obscene things.

An Xichen pursed his lips, and put these things behind him, and he didn't want to talk about whether to take care of him or not. He wrote on his hand: Because I will never kill you, Qu Qixiang found someone else, just now That woman was the one he had found.

"... His subordinates?" Qiao Xishui asked, "Do you know him?"

An Xichen nodded, and then wrote stroke by stroke, talking to him with difficulty: Her name is Bai Tong, she is a demon cultivator, she doesn't use knives to kill people, but uses pupil skills.Manipulating people's spiritual consciousness, after killing people, even the blood is gone.

It's a good thing that beauties don't need knives to kill.

Qiao Xishui also said how her heart was fascinated by just looking at it. It turned out that she specializes in this kind of spells, so it doesn't mean that all men in the world fall in love with her.

But when it comes to appearance, she really does not lose to anyone.If there is this appearance, plus her own pupil technique, it is indeed...

He was thinking about the woman's stunning appearance, when An Xichen wrote on his hand: By the way, she is nine out of seventy this year.

Qiao Xishui: "..."

An Xichen saw that his expression was distorted and unbelievable, and before he could speak, he wrote it again very understandingly: She is 79 years old.

Qiao Xishui: "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, not wanting to say any more, and said, "Then what should we do now? Can you resist Qu Qixiang?"

An Xichen suddenly smiled.His voice was blocked, and when he laughed silently, he looked strange and pitiful.

He raised his eyes—all the resentment towards Qu Qixiang, towards Qingfengmen, and even towards this world sank in the sea of ​​blood in his eyes, and what floated on top of it was a numb abandonment and a disheartened heart .

Qiao Xishui was slightly stunned, he suddenly felt heavy for no reason.

An Xichen wanted to write something, but suddenly he was grabbed by the arm.

An Xichen was stunned.

Qiao Xishui was also stunned.

The reason why he froze was because An Xichen's skin was cold and his hands trembled slightly.Although Qiao Xishui had already felt the coolness of his fingertips when he was writing and passing on the message just now, she thought it was because his hands and feet were naturally cold.

But the arm he grabbed was also as cold as if it had just been fished out of ice water.It was as if those blood-colored spells had sucked away his warmth, and were taking his life, and it would be satisfying to suck him dry.

The writing on An Xichen's body is still there.

Qiao Xishui suddenly had a terrifying thought, and he didn't even dare to ask it.

"...Brother." He swallowed, and asked cautiously, "These words... don't..."

"It's not...killing you, is it?"

An Xichen lowered his head and remained silent.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Qiao Xishui held it tightly and couldn't pull it out.

He was inexplicably anxious, and opened his mouth only to realize that he couldn't speak, so he gritted his teeth and forced his hand out.

"Senior brother." Qiao Xishui was inexplicably afraid that he would run away, so he gripped his arm tighter, pursed his lips, and said, "You don't need to write, I'm asking you something, just nod if it's right, it's wrong Just shake your head, okay?"

An Xichen: "..."

He didn't respond, so Qiao Xishui assumed that he agreed.He was just about to ask the first question when An Xichen, who was unable to draw his hand out, pulled out his arm with lightning speed. Qiao Xishui was taken aback, and before he could react, he was locked in arms.

Although Qiao Xishui was held in his arms, she was in great pain.Qiao Xishui didn't know if he hugged others like this, but he really suspected that An Xichen's hug was for the purpose of strangling him.The strength was so extraordinary that Qiao Xishui almost died in his arms.

He was about to be out of breath, he struggled wildly in An Xichen's arms, patted his back with his hands, and shouted in a dull and anxious voice: "Senior Brother!...Senior Brother!! Dead! I want...to die! !"

Not only did An Xichen not let go, but he hugged him even tighter.He was short of breath, his eyes were red, and his ears were buzzing, as if everything was isolated from the world, and there was a dead silence, with the sound of empty water surging undercurrents.

As if in the ups and downs of the sea of ​​blood, he finally grasped a life-saving straw.

Qiao Xishui was about to vomit blood from his strangulation.

It took a long time for An Xichen to loosen his strength, his breathing was a little steady, and he slowly let go of Qiao Xishui.

At that time, Qiao Xishui felt that her soul had gone out of her body, and all the bones in her body were not her own.He stretched his muscles and bones, as if he was getting old, and his bones creaked.

An Xichen: "..."

He took Qiao Xishui's hand and wrote: I'm sorry.

Qiao Xishui: "...It's okay."

Otherwise what else can I say.

He has long been used to An Xichen's sudden appearance, his mind is like a mountain road with eighteen bends, he never knows where he will suddenly turn into an S shape.

"You really hurt me this time." Qiao Xishui turned his head, his neck creaked, and he said, "Brother, I know you don't want to tell me about the past, but we have a deep friendship Right? Forget about anything else, you have to explain that to me just now, right?"

An Xichen bit his lower lip, lowered his eyes, as if thinking.

He thought for a while, then sighed.There was no sound, not even a sigh.

He wrote in the palm of his hand, stroke by stroke: I can tell you this.

Finally, there is something he can know.

Qiao Xishui was so happy in his heart that he wished he could fire a salute and happily wait for him to finish.

An Xichen slowly wrote a sentence on his hand.

- I have skin hunger.

An Xichen raised his head after finishing writing, without a smile on his face.looked at him silently.

Qiao Xishui: "..."

An Xichen: "..."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

An Xichen: "..."

An Xichen was waiting for his reaction, but Qiao Xishui didn't know how to react.

Skin hunger.

Skin Hunger Disease Qiao Xishui knows that some people lacked love when they were children, and they didn’t receive much love during the whole growth process, so the desire for love became stronger and stronger when they grew up, and gradually began to yearn for physical contact , eager to touch, hold hands, hug, and even go one step further.

People who long for love always hope for the love of others. This can also explain that in the memory, An Xichen tried his best to make friends with Qiao Xi, the water original owner. Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong.

Qiao Xishui was silent for a long time, and said, "I've had physical contact with you before...why are you alright?"

An Xichen rolled his eyes at him, and wrote: I don't get sick all the time.

Qiao Xishui was even more inexplicable: "Isn't this disease a heart disease?"

An Xichen didn't speak, and pointed to the writing on his body.

Qiao Xishui understood a little, but didn't.

An Xichen wrote to him: Don't you want to know what this is? I can't tell you everything, but a little bit is fine.These words are not killing me, but changing my body step by step.

for someone.

Qiao Xishui was stunned for a while, then repeated in a murmur: "...for someone?"

--For whom?