The Blood Crown

"Sikong." Feng Ye murmured, he couldn't suppress the fear rising in his heart, "Really...is it you?"

He almost frantically begged God to let him see Yan Sikong again, even once, but when the person was really standing in front of him, he couldn't believe it, and was afraid to touch it.

Yan Sikong poked his head slightly and looked behind Feng Ye. Liang Huiyong and others were following closely behind him. Yuan Nanyu was also in line. His pupils flickered. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Feng Ye suddenly used the scabbard without looking back. With a backhand, the door was closed with a "bang".

Yan Sikong was finally forced to look at Fengye, he said generously: "It's me, I didn't die, I'm afraid I will disappoint the people of the world."

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong with a burning gaze.

Yan Sikong got a little hairy from being stared at by Feng Ye: "The wolf king has come from a long way, so it is inevitable that the pommel horse will be exhausted, why not go to rest first."

Feng Ye walked towards Yan Sikong step by step.

Yan Sikong couldn't help stepping back, but he took three steps back, and his waist reached the table.

Feng Ye walked up to Yan Sikong, and slowly stretched his hand towards his cheek.

Yan Sikong's face suddenly turned cold, and he turned his head slightly.

Feng Ye's heart ached, his hands trembled, and finally he stuck to Yan Sikong's face.

That hand was as cold as ice, while Yan Sikong's cheeks were as warm as the sun in May. It's a pity that when a person who has been frozen for a long time encounters fire, the first thing he feels is not warmth, but stinging pain.

When Feng Ye confirmed with his own hands that the person in front of him was not an illusion, his heart ached like an ant biting him, tears rolled down without warning, and he rinsed like a bank bursting.

Yan Sikong was stunned.He had never seen Feng Ye cry like this before, like... a child crying.He frowned, turned his face away again, but the next moment, he was locked into his arms by Feng Ye.

"Wolf King..." Yan Sikong struggled vigorously.

Feng Ye's arms were as hard to shake as iron tongs, and his armor carried the chill of Liaodong Number Nine, it was so cold to the bone, Yan Sikong was shivering all over.

Feng Ye cried out in a crying voice: "Kong'er..."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Let me go."

"Why did you treat me like this? Why did you treat me like this when you said you didn't hate me?" Feng Ye seemed to have endless grievances and pains, and he wanted to vent them in tears. He had never cried like this since he could remember, he held tightly Holding Yan Sikong.Holding it with all his strength, he was afraid that if he let go of his hand again, the person in his arms would disappear, and he would never, never let go again.

Yan Sikong said calmly: "Wolf King, you are too cold, can you let me go first?"

Hearing this, Feng Ye hesitantly relaxed his grip, Yan Sikong took the opportunity to push him away, but he grabbed his wrist.

Yan Sikong tried his best to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't. He said in a deep voice, "Why does the wolf king do this?"

Feng Ye's eyes lingered carefully on Yan Sikong's face, for fear of missing even the slightest bit, but he was full of words, but he didn't know where to start, and finally he only uttered the most intense sentence in his heart: "I miss you so much."

A flash of anger flashed across Yan Sikong's face, and it was fleeting, but his tone was still calm: "Did the Wolf King get what he wanted?"

Feng Ye was stunned, speechless.

"You have got your wish, but I haven't, thank you Wolf King for willing to send troops to save Liaodong." Yan Sikong wanted to withdraw his hand again, but Feng Ye held on tighter, his tone became colder, "Let me go. "

"Do you really know what I want?" Feng Ye stared at him with red eyes.

"I've died once, so I really can't give the Wolf King anything." Yan Sikong said blankly, "No matter what the Wolf King wants from me, just give up."

Feng Ye stared blankly at Yan Sikong, the indifference and alienation even surpassed the severe cold in Liaodong, he was flustered, and said hastily, "I... I blamed you, everything is my fault, Que Wang, Que Wang remembered, Kong Er, it was my fault, I..."

"Has he remembered?" Yan Sikong's eyes widened, "Yu'er remembered?!"

"Yes, he told me everything." Feng Ye couldn't hide his remorse, "I'm sorry, I... I misunderstood you, you are Yan Sikong, you are mine..." He was so guilty Can't go on.

Yan Sikong quietly stared at Fengye.He once wanted to use all his strength to prove his identity, he once looked forward to Feng Ye's ability to recognize the truth, and thought about how relieved he would be if the misunderstanding was resolved one day.

But now that Feng Ye has personally admitted his identity, he doesn't even have the slightest palpitation.

It was too late, even he himself didn't care who he was, it was too late.

Yan Sikong said coldly: "It really doesn't matter who I am, and the wolf king doesn't have to act like this."

"I know you blame me." Feng Ye choked up, "You blame me, that's why you treat me like this... I thought you were dead, I really thought you were dead, do you know what I did during these 210 days I came here, I think about you day and night, all the time, if it wasn't for Liaodong, would you have stayed in hiding for the rest of your life? Kong'er, do you really hate me so much?"

"I, Yan Sikong, have been contemptuous all my life. I can't help myself. I am afraid that the only thing I can control is my own death. Therefore, my death and life are no different from others, and I don't need to report to anyone." Yan Sikong said coldly. Looking at Fengye, "It's the wolf king who once said he hated me, and you did care about me in all kinds of ways in the past, so whether you regret or are ashamed today is meaningless to me, it's better to accept it." , let’s just talk about business.”

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong stiffly, his indifferent eyebrows pierced his heart with pain.He also once saw the affection and joy that only belonged to him from this face that made him obsessed for half his life. Even if it was later tainted with sadness and resentment, it was still for him, but now these eyes are as cold as in Watch a stranger.

Is this his thinking space? He is the one who turned his thinking space into what it is now.

What has he done all these years to make him feel like a stranger to his most beloved person.

Feng Ye took a deep breath, Yan Sikong's face was so blurry that he couldn't see clearly, he shook his head: "You blame me, you should blame me, it's my fault, it's all my fault, you always think of me, In the end, it was all for me... But I never believed in you."

Yan Sikong didn't say a word.

"But...but all my life, Feng Ye, I have only you in my heart. No matter how much I hated or resented you back then, I couldn't stop loving you..."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's distorted face due to pain, his heart trembled slightly, he turned his face away.

Feng Ye said with tears: "Kong'er, how can you forgive me? Now that I have everything, I can give you everything."

Yan Sikong said softly: "The wolf king is high above all. Rewards, punishments, favors and disgraces are all graces. I really don't deserve to talk about forgiveness with you. I really don't want to remember the past, so let's just be burned by that fire. If the Wolf King is really willing to give me something, I just want a 'purity'."

There was hardly a trace of blood on Feng Ye's face: "Kong'er, I will never let you go, I..."

"Don't call me 'Kong'er' again!" Yan Sikong's face flashed ferociously, and he couldn't help saying, "This is only my closest people can call me, I beg the wolf king to let me go. "

Feng Ye was in so much pain that he couldn't help himself, he closed his eyes, just to block Yan Sikong's resisting look, even if it was only for a moment.

Taking advantage of Feng Ye's loss of consciousness, Yan Sikong withdrew his hand with all his strength, his white wrist was pinched with rosy fingerprints, and he straightened his clothes: "The wolf king already has a family and a wife, and he has children." Under Cheng Huan's knees, it is really inappropriate to be entangled with a notorious male favorite, even if you are alone in a room, you are afraid of tarnishing the reputation of the Wolf King." He said, and he was about to leave.

Feng Ye's cross arm was in front of his chest.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and was about to leave.

Feng Ye stretched out his long arm, wrapped it around his waist, and supported the back of his neck with one hand, trying to capture that ruthless lips.

Yan Sikong grabbed his sword hilt, lifted it upwards, and the long sword was unsheathed. The next moment, it was already lying across the back of Feng Ye's neck. Yan Sikong said coldly: "Let go."

Feng Ye looked deeply into Yan Sikong's eyes, unwilling to blink, he said in a hoarse voice, "Do it."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes.

"My life is in your hands, you can take it." Feng Ye lowered his head and moved close to Yan Sikong's lips, "But as long as I have one breath left, I want you, what I want most in my life, It's not the world, it's you."

In Yan Sikong's astonishment, Feng Ye blocked his lips, greedily tasting every bit of flavor between those lips.

Yan Sikong's eyes dimmed, he grabbed the hilt of the sword, and slammed it hard into the back of Feng Ye's neck.

Feng Ye felt dizzy from the pain, Yan Sikong pushed him away forcefully.

Feng Ye staggered a few steps, looking at Yan Sikong sadly.

Yan Sikong threw the saber to Feng Ye's feet with a bang, and he said unhurriedly: "If someone else looked at it, they would think that the wolf king really has deep roots in love, but I have a good memory. You once I remember everything I said and everything I did."

Feng Ye's face was full of sadness.

"Of course, remembering is just remembering, but it doesn't hurt anymore." Yan Sikong said calmly, "It's just that I was bitten by a snake once and afraid of well ropes for ten years. I am still the cunning and scheming Yan Sikong, The wolf king is still the arrogant, arrogant and unruly wolf king. It is not that the wolf king is not without affection, so what happened later? You are right, if it is not for Liaodong, I will never want to see you again in my life. Thank you wolf The king sent troops to Liaodong, between you and me, that's all."

Yan Sikong crossed the frozen Fengye, pushed open the door, and strode out.