I see the snow

In the end, it is naturally impossible to get blood just by "kissing".

Since he can turn a "like" into a "kiss" in a short period of time, it shows that Qin Yi wants more than that.

He half forced and half seduced Mu Ziling to hug his neck, kissing and lingering on each other.

This is the posture they used in the tavern in the deserted city, and Qin Yi thought of it countless times afterwards—whether he admits it or not.

He couldn't forget the way Mu Ziling kissed him time after time while raising her beautiful eyebrows.

That time was the most proactive time Mu Ziling had ever done.

He thought Qin Yi loved him.

……

"Kings."

While I was indulging in it, there were two knocks on the door "Duk Tuk" outside the window.Qin Yi paused, frowned, and asked rather displeasedly, "What's the matter?"

The attendant also seemed very embarrassed, knowing what the situation in the room was like, he came here very ignorantly.

But the military situation is as urgent as putting out a fire, and there is no delay for a moment, so I have to anxiously say: "Your Majesty, I have something important to report!"

Qin Yi was very unhappy - no one would be happy when encountering such a thing.Sheng Yang tried several times before, but he slammed him back. What could happen now?

Qin Yi scribbled on his clothes, pushed the door out, and stood at the door and asked, "What's going on."

The entourage said: "I don't know why the Shengyang people are crazy, and they suddenly attacked us."

"General Du and General Wen have already gone out to fight. It's just that this time, Sheng Yang's people are very strange, and they all seem to be desperate. They will attack with all their might...I'm afraid you need to go and see for yourself."

His voice was very soft, but every sentence was like thunder.

Qin Yi glanced and saw that the servant following the entourage had even prepared his battle armor and held it in front of him—I am afraid that the situation could not be delayed.

"Wait a moment."

Qin Yi sighed, gestured for them to wait, turned around and went back to the house.

Mu Ziling was buried in a pile of messy clothes and blankets, his back was bent, his back was facing the door, and his black hair was messily trapped in the blanket.

There was some blood on the bed.

Mu Ziling's spirit is much better now, at least he is no longer trembling or groggy.

——When Qin Yi held him in his arms just now, Mu Ziling almost knelt on Qin Yi's waist, biting Qin Yi's neck and sucking.

Qin Yi stood by the side of the bed, putting on his clothes without saying a word, and only glanced over Mu Ziling's body——

He knew that Mu Ziling was awake at the moment.

But he doesn't look at him at all.

Qin Yi quickly and orderly put on the middle clothes and outer clothes one by one——

It should have been a very short time, but Qin Yi felt that it seemed extremely long.

——He has been waiting for Mu Ziling to turn around and see if he will look at him.

But Mu Ziling didn't.

After putting on the last wristband, Qin Yi paused for a moment.

He could have made a sound and called Mu Ziling, such as "I'm gone alone", "I'll be back soon" and so on.

But he was silent, after all, he didn't, but turned around and walked out.

When he reached the door, Qin Yi turned his head for the last time and took a look at Mu Ziling.

Mu Ziling was still in that posture, with his back slightly bent, sunken in a pile of messy clothes, and his long black hair was disheveled.

This scene has been engraved in Qin Yi's mind since then, in the dark and cloudy afternoon.

In the dark room, a slender figure lay curled on his side on the bed, with a snow-white calf pressed against the quilt, and there was slowly floating dust in the air.

This was the last time they saw each other. Qin Yi didn't say goodbye to Mu Ziling, and Mu Ziling didn't look at Qin Yi again.

In this way, the stunning and dreamlike encounter at the beginning was hurriedly ended, and the eight years of entanglement were painful.

In the distance, after Qin Yi finally left with his subordinates, the Xueyao boy squatting on the roof stood up Youyou.

He seemed to have squatted for too long, and his legs were numb.

After standing up, I jumped and moved twice.

"Axue, are you ready?"

He touched the snow-white harrier on his shoulder and asked.

Xue Harrier let out a very light cooing, the boy smiled, jumped off the roof, and quickly jumped towards Mu Ziling's room.

……

Mu Ziling fell asleep again.

Qin Yi tossed and tossed him extremely tired, and the room finally calmed down after he left.

It was just a dream, and I didn't dream of any good dreams.

The erratic consciousness is still filled with the crisp sound of people's necks being cut off, the thick and warm blood flowing out, and thousands of laughing souls of the dead.

Mu Ziling had never felt that he was so eager to kill. He seemed to be held in the water and was about to drown. There was no oxygen in his lungs.

He wanted to kill, go crazy, and bite, as if he had returned to the night when he was sacrificed to all ghosts.

Something was biting him, licking his skin, grinding his bones with his teeth.

"My lord, it is your honor to die for Yunyan."

"Young Ziyin, your father's kindness in keeping you here is really hurting Yunyan a lot!"

"Why don't you die?"

"...It's good to die, you can become Yunyan's hero after you die!"

Countless past memories flooded up, surrounding Mu Ziling tightly and densely.

The dead bodies piled up high; the Wulian Palace where blood flowed like a river; Mu Huai'an who looked at him from afar and then frowned calmly——

The gloomy memories of childhood squeezed Mu Ziling tightly.

But at that time, Mu Ziling still had support and was able to escape by following the light, but now he is really in the endless night.

The noble young master who was lingering on the sick bed was deeply in a nightmare, panting with his head up as if he was on the verge of death.

There was cold sweat dripping from his eye sockets, and his black and blue eyelashes trembled frequently——

If only there was blood.

In his dream, he thought that if there was blood, he would tear all the hated people to pieces!

Outside the door, the window paper was whirring.

The two guards guarding the door were originally chatting casually, but when a gust of wind blew, they suddenly tightened their clothes.

One of them stomped his feet, looked at the layer of hoarfrost on the soles of his boots, and said strangely:

"What a strange day, why do I feel that the ground has become cold all of a sudden?"

"cough……"

In the room, Mu Ziling suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and woke up.

The lingering horror brought about by the nightmare made him a little short of breath, but everything he experienced in the dream just now seemed to blend with reality. Even when he woke up, he still felt the bone-piercing and heart-wrenching itch.

... But not long ago, didn't Qin Yi give him blood?

Black blood kept spilling from the corners of Mu Ziling's lips, and the crack in his heart that would never heal was so painful that it seemed to be being torn apart inch by inch, and something wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Mu Ziling scratched the edge of the bed with his fingers very slowly, his struggle in restraint seemed powerless and futile.

Mu Ziling frowned, struggled for a while, closed his eyes and whispered:

"Ah Zhu...Ah Zhu!"

The ghost and the host have always used each other and guarded against each other.

When the host is strong, they are driven by the host, but once the host is weak, they are very likely to rebel and retaliate.

Now some sudden and unusual changes made Mu Ziling suddenly vigilant.

Now he is not in good spirits, and his body is getting weaker and weaker.Could it be that those ghosts wanted to take the opportunity to devour him?

"... Ah Zhu!"

Mu Ziling frowned tightly, and said hoarsely, "Where are you, come help me...!"

In order to prevent this day from coming, Mu Ziling took Azhu with him all the time.As the Snake King, A'Zhu can act as a deterrent to ghosts, making them fearful and afraid to act lightly.

However, at this moment, A'Zhu was held upside down in a clay pot in the courtyard.

It "hissed" and spit out the letter, but it couldn't judge Mu Ziling's position——

Qin Yi sprinkled realgar around the door of Mu Ziling's room, completely covering up his smell.

It squinted its eyes and faintly heard Mu Ziling calling him, but it couldn't tell whether it was an illusion born of waiting for too long or the real thing.

"Uncle Uncle..."

Mu Ziling's voice was weak, and his cheeks were covered with beads of sweat from the pain.

Black blood continued to flow from Mu Ziling's mouth, and he could feel the itching of his life passing by so fast.

But Mu Ziling showed a strange smile, and said in a low voice:

"Your rotten eyes have been closed long ago. Even so, are you still dreaming of dragging me into hell together?"

"—then come here."

Mu Ziling said that there was even a trace of pity in his expression, and he taunted the group of things outside the door without any fear, and said with a cruel smile: "See if I become a ghost after I die, can it still make you hard to survive?" Please die!!"

At this time, the sun had not completely set, and although the sky was overcast, it was still not night.

The ghosts didn't say a word, but they were eagerly waiting for the night to fall——

In this huge number of ghost soldiers, they are actually divided into several factions:

Some of them are little ghosts who were indulged and loved by Mu Ziling. Like Mu Ziling, they were young children who died of Yunyan's belief;

The other part is that Mu Ziling killed and refined the Yunyan royal family during the palace change. Mu Ziling kept them because he just felt that it was a pity to die like this, and he planned to keep them to relieve his hatred in the future.

The rest were Yin soldiers that Mu Ziling had collected from massacring cities in various battles. They both feared and hated Mu Ziling, and did not dare to show their heads on weekdays.At this time, once Mu Ziling showed his flaws, he could easily lead to the second type of ghost.

The dead souls of the Yunyan royal family are already harboring ulterior motives, and the rest are still a little vacillating.

They were afraid that Mu Ziling was not really weak, they could still hold them in their hands, round them and flatten them.

...But at this time, the battle on the battlefield has already begun.

A strong smell of blood was brought over by the wind, that sweet rusty smell was like pouring a pot of catalyst on the ghosts——

All of them immediately became excited, and their bloodthirsty nature was stimulated.

"cough……"

Mu Ziling's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he even felt his eye sockets moist——

I don't know if it will really shed blood like a ghost.

This is not a good sign, it means that there are more and more ghosts intending to betray him.

Mu Ziling's chest was suddenly exhausted, and his severely injured wrist was rubbing against the rope in pain——

Mu Ziling is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die at the hands of these ghosts of Yunyan.

He could die in the Fallen God Tower, he could die on the bed at the end of his lifespan, but he could not die in the hands of this group of Yunyan royal families who had been defeated miserably by him.

That was a more humiliating way for Mu Ziling to die because of changing homes.

"... Qin Yi."

Mu Ziling murmured in a low voice, a thick layer of blood crept up in his eye sockets.He pulled the thin chain with all his strength, and several blue veins appeared on his neck due to the force——

"You killed me."

Mu Ziling hoarsely said in a low voice, "You killed me...!!"

He felt his unconscious legs, and his ten fingers that couldn't move at all—if it was normal, he could easily ignite the underworld fire to repel these ghosts...!

At this moment, Mu Ziling's ears also started to ooze black blood.

Mu Ziling was desperate and crazy, his eyes flickered for the second time——

That was the light that flashed in the eyes of that child when he was tied up on the altar.

After so many years, it turned out that he had been bound there.

Never escaped.

The ghosts outside the house have gathered.

It was getting darker and darker, and their malicious eyes greedily stared in the direction of Mu Ziling's small courtyard.

The snow harrier boy crossed the roof ridges lightly, and when he was halfway there, there was a "boom, boom, boom" thunder in the distance.

The sky was so overcast that he didn't notice it, but a drop of rain suddenly fell and landed on his face.

The young man touched it subconsciously, slowly raised his head, and said in a daze:

"……It is going to rain."