【Chasing Ling】Sijun can still be chased

The usual mist had dissipated, and Yicheng looked dilapidated and desolate. A monk in white was walking steadily on the main road of Yicheng.

His eyes were covered with white silk, and he carried a long sword on his back. The blade was covered by a black cloth. He was dressed in Taoist robes, but he had an evil smile.

Like Tao but not Tao, like a monster but not a monster, this person is Xiao Xingchen.

At this time, more than ten days have passed since meeting Lan Wangji, but he forgot how he left in the end.

He only remembered the surprised faces of everyone, he was not very happy, this was far from enough, he wanted that person to bear more, more.

The wind blew through the grass on the side of the road, Xiao Xingchen stopped suddenly, unsheathed his long sword, and said, "Come out."

Immediately, a person crawled out of the grass and knelt on the ground.

"Daoist Xiao? Is that you, Daoist Xiao?" The visitor was dressed in cyan coarse cloth, his eyes were bright, and his face was full of hope.

"Oh? Who are you?" Xiao Xingchen retracted the sword but did not insert it back into the sheath.

He put away his smile and stood quietly, waiting for the next words from the person in front of him.

This kind of him is no different from the Qingfengmingyue at that time.

"It's really you, Taoist priest. It's great that I finally found you." The visitor relaxed his vigilance: "I dare not recognize you just now."

"Are you...A Niu?" Xiao Xingchen guessed.

"That's right, Daoist Xiao, you don't know how many people died when I saw you in Yicheng all these years.

Now, I am afraid that I am the last living person in Yicheng.

That fellow Xue Yang has been killing you ever since you disappeared, he is simply inhuman. "

A Niu is the guardian of Yizhuang. He was a child many years ago, and now he is an adult.

Xiao Xingchen still remembered a few years ago, when he gathered around his feet and said he wanted to eat candy, he suddenly smiled.

"That's really ungrateful." His voice was low, and his smile was even more wicked, but Ah Niu was so immersed in the joy of reunion that he didn't realize it.

"Yes, yes, he..." A Niu suddenly stopped, he lowered his head in a daze, staring at the long sword piercing through his heart, and then fell down silently.

Xiao Xingchen glanced at A Niu's corpse nonchalantly, and then said coldly: "Unfortunately, I don't recognize gratitude or righteousness, I don't recognize the vicissitudes of righteousness, I only recognize him."

Just a word, without stopping, Xiao Xingchen walked towards a certain corner of Yicheng.

Those who have said bad things about him deserve to die.

Those who swear words will be the top of the head; those who punch and kick will crush their bones and throw ashes; those who damage their bodies will poke their coffins and whip their corpses;

Song Zichen was right. Ever since Xue Yang disappeared, there has been no breeze, bright moon, or stardust in the world.

Lan Wangji's sword killed him who was Qingfengmingyue, and what was left was a shell of evil human nature.

The soul of Qingfengmingyue has long since disappeared with Xue Yang, and with the hope of becoming empty, it is forever gone.

It was also at that time that he realized the pain of Fancy Fantasy Momo, and he realized that his words were too light and heavy for Xue Yang.

Now he is the only one left in the familiar Yizhuang, Xiao Xingchen strokes the things there, everything remains the same.

"A Yang, A Yang, you really want me to call you that, but can you hear me?

Ayang, come back, as long as you come back, everything is up to you.

If you want to scold me or whatever you want, I will bear it.

If you still want to turn me into a walking corpse, then I will die again, this time I promise to listen to you.

As long as you say, I will agree unconditionally, just ask - you can come back, okay? "

Xiao Xingchen lay in the familiar coffin and muttered, but none of the tiger-toothed youths with severed fingers called him again.

Xiao Xingchen didn't seem to expect an answer either, he threw a candy into his mouth.

It was sweet, but it couldn't hide the depression in his heart.

After a long time, a chuckle came from the coffin, and he said: "A Yang, everyone in the world thinks you are heinous, so I will help you kill them all.

Anyone who has said anything bad about you will die. "

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