Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

Early the next morning, Qiao Xishui was awakened by the sunlight.

After waking up, he and the Suo Xiansuo in his hand looked at each other for a moment.

Qiao Xishui blinked her sleepy eyes, and was still a little sleepy, thinking that she must still be dreaming, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, the sun was already high outside, and the quilt was kicked to the ground by him at some point, and his hands were also tightly bound by the lock rope, tied to the head of the bed in the same old way, and slapped. It's a knot.

Qiao Xishui: "...??"

"woke up?"

An Xichen was leaning against the window with a pipe in his hand, puffing.When Qiao Xishui heard the voice and looked up at him, he had already walked over with a pipe in his mouth, lowered his body, picked up the quilt and threw it on the bed.

Qiao Xishui frowned when he smelled the smoke on his body.The smell was really similar to the smell in the dream, and he couldn't help but recall the madman in the dream who was scratching the fragments and scratching himself dripping with blood.

An Xichen saw that his expression was not good, he paused for a while, and took away the pipe.

He looked at the smoking pipe, then at Qiao Xishui who was tied to the bed.Finally, he pursed his lips, turned his head away and exhaled the smoke, pinched a spell in his hand, and the pipe turned into a cloud of black smoke, pouring into his sleeve.

Qiao Xishui was searching for a way to persuade him not to smoke, but before he could organize his words, he saw An Xichen's smooth and flowing movements, and spontaneously put away the pipe and stopped smoking.

Qiao Xishui was quite flattered, he blinked and asked in surprise, "You don't smoke anymore?"

"..." An Xichen twitched his eyebrows and said, "I don't want to smoke anymore."

"It's pretty good, save your throat." Qiao Xishui shook her tied hands, and continued, "Then do another good thing and let me go."

An Xichen said indifferently: "Dream."

Qiao Xishui had expected that he would be so indifferent. Instead of retreating, he smiled and said shamelessly, "Don't be like this. Why don't you let me go and talk about it? Besides, if you do this, Qu Qixiang couldn't see it either. How about..."

Before he finished speaking, An Xichen interrupted him mercilessly: "Who told you he couldn't see."

Qiao Xishui was taken aback when he heard the words: "?"

An Xichen turned his head and pointed to a skeleton head on the table.

The little skull has a small and exquisite head, a small thing that is only the size of a palm.Qiao Xishui had seen this thing before, and didn't think much about it. He thought that An Xichen got it from somewhere, and it was because of his interest.

From what he meant, it seems not.

Qiao Xishui asked, "What's wrong with this thing?"

"This is from Qu Qi." An Xichen said quietly, "The day you came, I sent all the bone puppets underground. If you see any skulls like this on this floor, they are all Qu Qi I put it here, to keep an eye on me."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

Qiao Xishui, a man who has been a good man of the Chinese nation in his past and present lives, spent half a minute thinking about the meaning of the three words "stare at me".As if he had never learned Chinese, he repeated in a murmur: "...staring at you?"

"Yes." An Xichen turned sideways and looked at Qiao Xishui, "By the way, there is one on the desk."

Qiao Xishui's eyes widened for an instant, and cold sweat ran down his back: "..."

Qiao Xishui's heart was pounding, trying to remember if there was such a gadget on the desk last night.

An Xichen knew what he was thinking when he saw him like that, and raised his mouth in a friendly way: "If Qu Qixiang is watching, then this thing will follow his consciousness. It may be hidden behind your back. If you want to If you don’t know if there is it, it may be that Qu Qixiang is just watching, and it happens to be hiding behind you.”

Qiao Xishui: "...you are joking."

"I never joke." An Xichen's expression was also very bad. Seeing Qiao Xishui's ugly expression, he seemed to want to smile to comfort him, but he twitched the corners of his mouth, but he still didn't laugh.

An Xichen coughed twice, and comforted stiffly: "It's okay, don't worry, he usually can't hear."

"..."

Qiao Xishui was speechless.

It's not a question of hearing or not.

The problem is that if Qu Qixiang really stared at it at that time last night as An Xichen said, he would find that Qiao Xishui was holding the Qingfengmen Encyclopedia, looking at the pages of Mu Qianqiu with relish .

Also looked back and forth over and over again.

A Xianxiu who has just been brought to the Demon Cultivator's site, spent half the night looking through the Demon Lord's information, no matter how you look at it, you will feel that this person has absolutely ulterior motives.

Qiao Xishui suddenly felt hopeless in life.He turned over, buried his head in the pillow, and said desolately: "Let me be quiet..."

How to do this.

Qu Qi is a pervert, it's fine to lock him up, but there are such broken skulls placed everywhere, which is enough to show that this person has a good taste, tasteless, slovenly, and wolf-hearted!

Qiao Xishui was scolding Qu Qixiang in her heart when the bed creaked suddenly.

He raised his head and saw his senior brother sitting on the bed with a calm face, crossing his legs, touching his earlobe with one hand, and looking out the window casually.

Qiao Xishui suffered a lot in his life, and he was afraid that Qu Qixiang would stare at his little life, so his voice trembled with guilt: "What are you doing? Don't sit on the chair over there?"

An Xichen touched his ears, and for some reason, his speech was a little stiff: "The bed is comfortable."

Qiao Xishui: "...you can do whatever you want."

After all, he buried his head in the pillow and thought about life again.

There was a silence between the two of them for a while.

Qiao Xishui was brainstorming there, and he didn't feel anything wrong at all.But An Xichen was different.

Mr. Henxi sat next to his sweetheart, feeling restless. After sitting for a while, he felt dry mouth and nervous.

So he broke the silence: "Can I smoke for a while?"

"No."

"..." Mr. Henxi tried to struggle, "just for a while."

"Not even for a while."

"……Oh."

An Xichen had no choice but to pretend to look out the window, but from the corner of his eye, he glanced at Qiao Xishui who was lying on the bed motionless like a dead body.

Qiao Xishui felt aggrieved.

It's all about nothing.Forget about being grounded, but still staring at him all the time, and closing the surroundings with enchantment spells, what's so scary about Qu Qixiang?Afraid that An Xichen would not be able to fly away if he gave birth to a pair of wings?

I'm really angry just thinking about it.

Just thinking about this, Qiao Xishui inexplicably felt that the skull on the bed was staring at him.He looked up and felt that the black eyes of the skeleton were like black swirls, and the swirling black wind wanted to pull him in.

Qiao Xishui shuddered, then lowered her head again.

It's hard to do.

The other end of the system still needs to be whitewashed, and he has to educate An Xichen earnestly.But this was obviously to pull An Xichen out under Qu Qixiang's nose.Lord Fulin had finally washed the soul of Jun Xi with blood, so how could he allow someone to wipe the blood off his soul one by one.

An Xichen was right, he was suicidal.

Qiao Xishui suddenly thought of An Xichen's words just now, and sat up in shock while dying, and suddenly sat up: "That's right!"

He completely forgot that he was still tied up, sat up halfway, was pulled back violently, and fell back on the bed.

Qiao Xishui: "..."

An Xichen: "..."

An Xichen was about to ask, "Why are you crazy", when the words came to his lips, he felt that he couldn't say that.

His soul, which was about to be immersed in the sea of ​​blood, was pulled ashore by Qiao Xishui, and he regained some of the meaning of the gentleman of Qingfeng back then.Those yin and yang, full of hostility, gradually dissipated a little before he knew it.

An Xichen pursed his lips, and just about to say something, Qiao Xishui didn't give him this face, grabbed the head of the bed with both hands, sat up slowly, sucked his nose that hurt a little from the fall, and asked: " What do you mean when you said that he can't usually hear..."

An Xichen didn't say a word, but felt a sense of inexplicable loss. Hearing the words "ah", he was slightly depressed and pretended to be careless

Said: "It's not that he can't hear, it's that he is too lazy to hear. If you want to listen to the sound, you need to spend more mana. I used to be here alone, no one was with me, and I usually don't talk, and he is too lazy to spend more mana." .”

Qiao Xishui let out an "oh" and asked again: "When will mana be added to this?"

"You've seen it before." An Xichen turned his eyes to the other side and said, "When you first came here."

After listening to Qiao Xishui, she tilted her head and pondered for a moment: "..."

When he first came here.

When he came here for the first time, he was called by the Blood Pact.

At that time...

... At that time, An Xichen was seriously injured, and there was blood everywhere.An Xichen didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because of the serious injury. Qiao Xishui saw him bleeding like that for the first time, and was so frightened that he almost fainted.

"He will try to listen to the sound when he is torturing people." An Xichen said calmly, "Don't worry, he won't listen to the sound. He knows that I can't escape, and you can't escape, so he will never waste money Those strengths."

Qiao Xishui was silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, An Xichen finally tilted his head, glanced at him, and asked, "What's wrong."

Qiao Xishui frowned slightly, looking sad.

He looked at An Xichen, seemed to be preoccupied, and said slowly: "You sleep with your head covered...is that the reason?"

"..."

An Xichen was slightly startled, quickly covered his eyes, and turned his head away from him.

Too deadly.

Just take a look, just look at him, even just one look.

They all want to reveal all the darkness of the past, and give him their heart that is filthy, full of resentment, and has long been pitted.

An Xichen thought of those struggling past.

He once smashed those skulls that Qu Qixiang left in the house, and he smashed each of them to pieces.But not long after, a new one appeared in the original place.

An Xichen fell and fell, but the things kept appearing.Countless pairs of eyes stared at him, giggling, laughing at the funny way he struggled, laughing that he was no longer like killing ghosts in white clothes back then, and laughing that he could hold the sword with both hands, but he couldn't hold himself.

Those laughs wove another nightmare.

He didn't dare to look at it at night, so he shrank under the quilt.Although there is still a lot of malice outside, it is better to have such an insignificant barrier than nothing.

He dare not go out.

After suffering like this for many days, he finally became numb.

Sometimes, An Xichen could even smile at those skulls.

He wanted to say, look, I don't care anymore.

You can't hurt me anymore.

"You shouldn't."

Qiao Xishui said to him, "Brother, you are a human being."

"You're not a dog."

"You should not obey."