Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

"You make things for me and let the surname Fang know, are you still alive?"

Qiao Xishui understood that he was talking about Fang Ximing, and the rest of the words stuck in his throat.

Fang Ximing is resolute and decisive, with a clear distinction between likes and hates.Because seeing An Xichen strip Lin Hongyi to the skin and bone with his own eyes while smiling, a huge shadow was left in his heart, and he was jealous to the point of paranoia.

These shadows were gradually influenced by Chi Xikong's love later on, but now it is estimated that it is in its heyday.He hated things related to magic cultivation so much, and he hated An Xichen so much that he couldn't pull it out.

If Fang Ximing knew that he was good to An Xichen, he would probably screw his head off.

An Xichen laughed when he saw that Qiao Xishui was silent.

He swallowed the pear candy in his hand like a medicine, and the sweet taste passed through his throat like a shooting star.The pear flower candy has a cool and sweet taste, but An Xichen feels that the candy is very hot in his mouth.

He has never been well received by others in his life, and he has been sinking in the abyss this year, and there is not even a piece of driftwood around him to hold on to.

Since there was no driftwood, An Xichen himself became a piece of driftwood.Ups and downs in the dark abyss, self-defeating and going crazy every day.Nobody needs him anyway.That's what he's been thinking all the time, through the year—it doesn't matter, no one expects me to live.

Now these few candies are like sparks across driftwood.Although the fishy and sweet sparks were stopped in time to start a prairie fire, there were scorched black marks on the driftwood.

An Xichen heard Qiao Xishui ask him, "Is it sweet?"

"It's not sweet." He said, "It's bitter."

"Fart, eating sugar is like taking medicine. It's strange if you can taste it. It's just a candy, and it's not forcing you to drink poison. What are you in such a hurry for?"

"...No difference."

Qiao Xishui was about to get him some more sugar and ask him to taste it.Hearing the words, he was stunned for a moment, a little suspicious that his ears were broken: "What?"

"……nothing."

After An Xichen finished speaking, he pursed the corners of his mouth.Turning his head to look at Qiao Xishui, complex emotions and pain intertwined in his eyes, and the two pools of blood twisted into a boundless sea of ​​bitterness.

Qiao Xishui was stunned by the fright in his eyes, and didn't recover for a long time.

Seeing the surprise in his eyes, An Xichen forced a smile and lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.Then he raised his head again and looked at the starless and moonless sky tonight.

A wisp of devilish energy sprang from his sleeve, obeying his master's order, and rushing towards Qiao Xishui.

——The bright moon has risen very high.

There was a bang on Qiao Xishui's head, and An Xichen took a look. He fell straight on the ground and slept soundly in the night. I'm afraid it will take three poles in the sun to get up the next day.

Only when there was silence all around, An Xichen could breathe a sigh of relief.

It's been like this for years.He is used to loneliness, and a person popped up out of nowhere to give him sweets and worry about him, just being flattered can no longer be described.

——Yes, people who "popped out of nowhere".

He knew it wasn't Qiao Xishui, who died that day.

Killed by him.

Somehow he came back to life inexplicably, and when he was about to kill again, Qiao Xishui called his senior brother.

——That Qiao Xishui called him senior brother.

He wouldn't dare to do it in his dreams.

An Xichen has stayed in Qingfengmen for more than ten years and has known Qiao Xishui for more than ten years. He clearly understands that Qiao Xishui will never do it.

He did everything that Qiao Xishui would never do.

So he asked, "Where's Lin Hongyi?"

The last time he mentioned Lin Hongyi maliciously, Qiao Xi blushed and cursed: "How dare you mention the title of master!? How dare you mention him! Crazy! You bastard!"

But this time, Qiao Xishui was bewildered, and repeated: "Lin Hongyi?"

Qiao Xishui respects Lin Hongyi like his own parents, and never calls him by his first name.

This isn't Qiao Xishui... Which kind of soul has seized her upper body.

Generally, the soul that seizes the upper body is either an evil ghost or a fierce ghost. When it wakes up, it immediately turns into a Shura, wishing to kill everyone in the world.However, this soul, not only can't feel any aura and magic power from it, it can't even feel the slightest killing intent.

Not only that, but he also jumped up and down to the back mountain with him, leisurely in the sun fire that is most afraid of ghosts and ghosts.

And gave him candy.

Generally speaking, is there such an evil ghost Shura who goes out of his way to take away his upper body just to be nice to others?

... Forget it, just kill it to avoid future troubles.

An Xichen stared at Qiao Xishui, who was lying on his back and sleeping defenselessly, jumped off the rock, raised his hand, and the devilish energy in his hand gathered into a ball and turned into a sword.The lines on the sword body are complicated, and the blood is shining.

With a cold light on the tip of the sword, it pointed directly at the unsuspecting person on the ground.

An Xichen, who usually kills people with a knife in his hands without blinking an eye, but this time his hands trembled.

The monstrous hatred in his heart was shaking.

He gritted his teeth, but only pushed down the sword in his hand a few inches.It was as if something was pinching his hand, preventing him from killing something above Qiao Xishui.

What is it?

He didn't know either.

An Xichen sighed with a rare frown, and withdrew his hand, the cold sword dissipated into black smoke.He turned around and was about to leave when he paused again, looked back at the people on the ground, squatted down, and pulled his wrist out.

The sleeping Qiao Xishui was like a dead pig, allowing him to move without any resistance.

An Xichen took his hand, and without hesitation, he turned a knife out of his hand with demonic energy, and made a cut on his index finger.Three or two drops of blood dripped down, just on Qiao Xishui's wrist.

"Blood as a contract." He said in a hoarse voice, "Blood sinks my crime, and my crime is the king. If the king is in danger, I will come."

Those few drops of blood followed his words, as if they were given life, they turned into snakes and seeped into Qiao Xishui's skin.

An Xichen held his wrist, stared at the blood contract that had been integrated with flesh and blood, and was stunned for a long time.

Then he said blankly: "...what am I doing?"

-

When Qiao Xishui woke up, it was already bright, and it was the sun that woke him up.

He sat up in a daze, surrounded by desolation and silence, and the wind rustled the shadows of the trees.

...how did I fall asleep.

Qiao Xishui was thinking in a daze, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in her wrist, Qiao Xishui gasped in shock, and quickly raised her wrist to check.

But that piece of skin was fair and clear, without even a red mark, as if the sudden severe pain just now was just an illusion.

"...What's wrong."

Qiao Xishui looked around for a long time, but there was nothing.

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