[Comprehensive] Stealing the Halo of the Protagonist

Hanxuan Mountain is extremely steep, especially the Ziji Peak that Xie Le chose as a backup.Ziji Peak stands thousands of feet high, as if cut by an axe, the cliff is steep and slippery, straight and intact.What's even more frightening is that there are many sharp bone spurs at the bottom of the abyss. Not to mention dropping a person, a hare will be smashed through the stomach and killed on the spot.

The burial ground of the Demon Cult, facing Ziji Peak to the east.This is a common saying that has always been circulated around Hanxuan Mountain.

Feng Guihan was raised in Hanxuan Mountain since he was a child. It's not that he didn't know the danger of this Ziji Peak, but when he saw Mo Qi's falling figure, he jumped down without hesitation.This is almost a subconscious follow.However, Feng Guihan didn't notice it.

Mo Qi's consciousness was a little blurred, he felt in a trance that he was falling continuously, and the howling gust of wind knocked over his long-haired robe, making his skin sore and cold.His body and reality saw each other, one coaxed him to fall asleep quickly, and the other squeezed him, making him unable to relax his whole body.After such a stalemate for a long time, he couldn't help frowning, and his expression became uncomfortable.It wasn't until he was hugged into someone's arms, and what he felt at the tip of his nose was no longer the cold wind, but a warm and familiar smell, that his mind finally broke free from reality, and he became completely lethargic.

Falling off a cliff and dying for love is the most favorite part of the story in the storybook. It seems that a life and death can tell the truth from the falsehood.But who knows, at the time of falling off the cliff, whether the pair of mandarin ducks who pretend to be in love will regret it, or even resent each other.

Feng Guihan didn't have time to think about this, after turning around a few times and reaching out to hold Mo Qi steady, he began to try his best to slow down the speed of their descent.The Autumn Water Sword was carved into the stone wall by him, but even so, they still couldn't stop the downward trend.

The force with which the two fell was extremely terrifying.Feng Guihan's hand holding the sword began to split from the place where he held the sword, and blood droplets began to flow from his arm, but even with such hard work, the hope of survival was still slim.He frowned, luck increased the output of internal force, and he was constantly thinking about ways to survive.

The Autumn Water Sword left a long scar on the stone wall. The originally shiny blade had been worn badly, and it was only supported by the sword body made of fine steel.Feng Guihan's hands were about to lose strength, and the ghost mask on his face fell into the abyss under the ravages of the strong wind, and was torn apart with each blow, which foreshadowed the ominous consequences of falling off the cliff.

The two of them had already reached the bottom of the cliff, although their speed was not as terrifying as before under the buffer of the long sword, but if they fell on the bone spurs at the bottom, they would still be either dead or injured.Feng Guihan kissed Mo Qi's forehead hair, his right hand had already begun to bend without strength, and he was supporting it purely by his will.

But Feng Guihan didn't want to die, Ah Qi was in his arms, their wedding in Chuxue had not yet been held, Ah Qi hadn't really become his person yet.Feng Guihan has many unwillingnesses, but even so, the arrival of death is approaching.

At this time, the Qiushui sword made a crisp sound, and Feng Guihan turned his head to see that the sword body made of fine steel had been broken in two.

Feng Guihan was already exhausted, at such a critical juncture, all he could do was hug Mo Qi tightly and fall together.

The sun is shining on the top of the cliff, and the bottom of the cliff is full of bones.No matter how the light and shadow flow, they can't illuminate the Huangquan Road.

At the foot of Hanxuan Mountain, there is a small courtyard full of cypresses.

Wei Fangze stood under the tree, holding the tall cypress tree with his left hand.The golden sunlight pierced through the intertwined leaves and cast mottled patterns on his body, and the fine spots of light made him feel illusory.He looked up at Ziji Peak, and his thoughts drifted to the dream of last night.

I don't know if it's "feeling timid near the hometown" or thinking about it day by day, last night he had a dream about Wei Qi in the yard that was once prepared for Wei Qi.

The dream was full of old scenes, repeating his dirty thoughts.

He used to stare intently at Wei Qi bending over to fetch water from the well in the peach blossom day in March. He also stared blankly at the footprints left by Wei Qi when he left in the white snow. And on that absurd moon night, he cheated Wei Qi sat on the edge of the bed and fell asleep, looking at Wei Qi's sleeping face, he blasphemed himself obscenely.

Those unbearable and dirty thoughts finally turned into the figure of Wei Qi serving him condescendingly.

Step by step like this, his thoughts on Ah Qi changed from a youthful and secret love in the ignorant period to a tyrannical and self-deprecating despicable destruction.He couldn't allow himself to be a person with sound legs, so he could only lower Ah Qi to the same height as himself, and even deliberately sent Ah Qi to the Devil's Cult to torture him.

Wei Fangze broke free from his memories, and a white dove fluttered in the air.A wind pattern was drawn on the head of the pigeon, which was Xie Ping'an's special carrier pigeon to communicate with him.He walked over and took out the note from the bamboo tube.

There are only two lines of words on the note--Wei Feng's life or death is uncertain when he falls off the cliff, and the alliance urgently needs to break through the Demon Cult.

Wei Fangze read the note for a long time before he fully understood the meaning of the first line.

Falling off a cliff, life and death are uncertain.

His seven.

Wei Fangze returned to the room, waved away the others, studied ink for a long time, and finally wrote two sentences in reply: Fang Ze is waiting at the foot of the mountain, you can send someone to investigate.

Whether it is life or death, he has to find out the result after all.Otherwise, he is not reconciled.

Wei Fangze sat behind the table, closed his eyes and meditated.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the day when Wei Qi's legs were broken.

That day, there were many crows on the roof of the Wei Mansion, densely packed, like a layer of dark clouds.The mournful cry was constantly rising and falling in the courtyard.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked at the dark sky. After a long time, he finally lowered his head and followed the mottled bloodstains on the ground, chasing the owner of the bloodstains step by step.

Those bloodstains stretched all the way to his room, the door was wide open, Wei Qi was lying on the soft couch he was used to lying on, his face was as pale as paper, his black hair was still mixed with dust, beads of sweat on his forehead formed The turbid liquid slipped from the forehead, to the neck, chest, and seeped into the obscene clothes on the chest.

A filthy body, with legs as mutilated as his.

so cute.Wei Fangze thought.So cute that he couldn't help but reveal his thoughts.

He showed Wei Qi all his inferiority complex, but he didn't tell him his sincerity, and the only thing he didn't regret was that crazy kiss.

He is like the land that has been dry for a long time until it cracks, and if he gets a drop of insignificant rain by chance, he seems to have obtained great happiness.

He also recalled the scene of teaching Wei Qi to write at the beginning.

At that time, Wei Qi was a little young, and his family was not very good. As his book boy, his handwriting was in a mess. He was worried that he would not have a good face when he was taken out, so he personally taught Wei Qi to write.

At that time, the sky was blue day after day, and the sky of Bilian was blue without sun. The ink brush in my hand seemed to be dyed blue, and when it blurred on the paper, it became a green ink drop.

In fact, he is not as good-tempered as outsiders think, but because of his disability, he doesn't want to be called a cripple with a weird temper because of this, so he restrains his true emotions and fulfills the perfection expected by outsiders. Show it little by little.

Facing Wei Qi, who is slow in nature, he would regret it every moment when he taught calligraphy.Patience was completely exhausted, and even the incense of meditation could not appease his restless mood.

But Wei Qi consciously brought it up, wanting to practice alone for a while.

He said: "My lord, don't be too embarrassing. I can practice my calligraphy well. If it's really not good, I won't write in the future."

How did he react, as if he snorted coldly, and said: "After all, you are my bookboy. If you are taken out in the future and told that you can't write, how shameful should I be?"

Wei Qi didn't speak any more, but calmly raised his sleeves and wrote a word - "Wei".

The strokes start lightly, the bends are gentle, the vertical lines are smooth, and the horizontal strokes have different thicknesses. Wei Fangze has been practicing calligraphy for a long time, so he can naturally see the power of this stroke.

Wei Qi smiled and asked, "How about this word?"

At that time, he was conceited, and naturally he was unwilling to admit that a person who had just practiced and acted dullly wrote well, "It's ugly, practice again!"

Wei Qi held the pen, because of his words, he practiced the word "Wei" a thousand times.

Wei Fangze doesn't know now, whether he asked Wei Qi to practice the word "Wei" a few more times out of jealousy or the subtle joy in his heart--write the word "Wei" a thousand times, and it will last forever. It's from the Wei family.

Life after life are his people.