God, he quietly likes this seat

After an unknown amount of time, he finally raised his head reluctantly, and let go of Zhong Ling's grip.Zhong Ling was startled and angry, the first thing he did when he broke free was to slap him hard.

Yan Huaizhou was overwhelmed by this slap, but he licked the corner of his mouth without hesitation, as if he was still thinking about it.

"Why, doesn't Ah Ling like it?"

Zhong Ling's face was red to the ears, and he was extremely ashamed and angry. Without hesitation, he raised his hand to recall Ting Lan, and held the sword in his palm again.

Zheng! !

Ting Lan unsheathed!

The sharp sword edge was shining with cold light, pointing straight at Yan Huaizhou's chest, but not only did he not back down half a step, but he also thought it was very interesting, and gave Zhong Ling a sinister smile.

"Come..." He raised Tinglan's sword with his fingers, pointed it at his altar, and said sincerely, "Pierce here."

Ting Lanjian couldn't get any closer because Zhong Ling's fingers were shaking.He looked at Yan Huaizhou in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yan Huaizhou saw that he was frozen in place, and took another step forward. He put his chest on Zhong Ling's sword and asked him innocently, "A Ling, why don't you make a move?"

Before he could make another move, Zhong Ling was almost helpless and pulled Ting Lan back to his side.

"You are too much."

He turned his eyes away, unwilling to look at Yan Huaizhou's face, turned around and left after leaving this sentence, went back to the room in three steps at a time, and closed the door firmly.

The wooden door of the hut was slammed with a loud noise, Yan Huaizhou looked at Zhong Ling's fleeing back, couldn't help bursting out into a burst of hearty laughter, laughing with a smile, and felt a faint sense of loss in his heart.

He thinks he already knows what the eye of the phantom formation is for him.

There seemed to be still a hot residual temperature on the lips.

But the real Zhong Ling...is still waiting for him.

His last wish in this phantom formation can be considered as well.Yan Huaizhou raised his head, held a cluster of flames in his palm, and there was no more nostalgia in his eyes.

He seemed to be whispering to his lover, "Goodbye."

The ghost fire hit the flower tree!

The fluorescent lights scattered in all directions, and the white peach tree disappeared in front of his eyes.

Yan Huaizhou turned his head to look at the cabin, remained silent for a long time, finally opened the door and walked in.

The young Zhong Ling was still sitting in front of the desk in a daze with his head bowed, thinking about something, his expression was like a confused little beast.Yan Huaizhou stood still in front of him, and sighed regretfully.

"Although I hate to say this. But... it's time for us to say goodbye."

The person in front of the desk did not move.

Yan Huaizhou shook his head helplessly, and slowly raised his right hand: "——ah, what is this all about?"

A huge wave suddenly turned up in his hand, and the ghost fire rolled towards Zhong Ling in front of the desk!

Zhong Ling was upset, he couldn't accept what happened just now, and he didn't know how to face Yan Huaizhou, so he didn't want to respond to him—but he never expected that Yan Huaizhou would do something to him at this time!

Almost relying on the most instinctive reaction of his body, he retreated suddenly before the Netherfire hit his brow, narrowly avoiding the blow.

The flames surging with black devilish energy instantly burned the desk completely, and the last trace of blood faded from Zhong Ling's cheeks.

"You are indeed possessed."

Yan Huaizhou didn't answer, but just slashed at him again!

Zhong Ling raised his sword subconsciously to block, but Yan Huaizhou's cultivation seemed to have skyrocketed several times overnight, and several demonic energy instantly passed through Ting Lan's defense, and slashed into his altar like a knife!

He spat out a big mouthful of blood, and fell back on his back, with incredible shock and heartache on his face.

Yan Huaizhou was also shocked by this sudden change and almost couldn't stand up.He never imagined that Zhong Ling in front of him did not turn into fluorescent light and dissipate, but

In a blink of an eye, he suddenly thought of another possibility. For a moment, his soul was filled with ghosts, and he flew up and hugged Zhong Ling's body, calling out sharply, "A Ling!"

Zhong Ling in his arms was silent.

With trembling hands, he pressed his palms to Zhong Ling's chest, and the spiritual energy in his body rushed towards his body like a hurricane. When he stopped completely, Zhong Ling still closed his eyes tightly.

Yan Huaizhou knelt on the ground stiffly, with cold sweat seeping down.

Just when he was at a loss, the person in his arms finally moved slightly.As if he had been pardoned, he immediately supported Zhong Ling with both hands, trying to help him up: "A Ling, how are you? Are you alright?"

Zhong Ling lifted his head up in his arms, but the sentences he spit out intermittently were heart-wrenching.

"You... you're going to kill me. Why... why?"

His eyes were wide open, his dark pupils were filled with confusion, and Yan Huaizhou's heart was broken by those eyes.

Zhong Ling only had time to see him shake his head remorsefully: "I'm not...I didn't! Ah Ling, listen to me, listen to me!"

Yan Huaizhou seemed to have changed back to his familiar appearance, but he really didn't have any strength left.

Zhong Ling opened and closed his lips for a moment, then closed his eyes again.

Yan Huaizhou frightened and felt for his pulse, but fortunately he didn't use all his cultivation for the blow just now, and the spiritual power was delivered in time, so at last it wouldn't cause a big mistake.

Only then did he dare to let out a long sigh of relief, tried to calm down, hugged Zhong Ling to the bed and lay down on the bed, still worriedly looking at him again and again, anxiously waiting for him to wake up.

Zhong Ling still frowned deeply in his coma, Yan Huaizhou looked at Zhong Ling's eyebrows and felt heartbroken, and secretly cursed himself for being so reckless.

Why is everything in this phantom array fake, but Zhong Ling seems to be real?

If he wasn't real, why didn't he turn into a stream of light and disperse, but instead vomited blood and was seriously injured?

But if this is the real Zhong Ling, there is absolutely no way he can't block his blow.How can he explain his youthful appearance and these strange behaviors?

Yan Huaizhou's heart was in a mess.

He wanted to wipe off the blood on Zhong Ling's lips, but when he touched his swollen lips, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

Like a dream?Phantom?

Is it true?Also false?

Even he couldn't tell the difference.

……

Zhong Ling woke up early the next morning.

Yan Huaizhou leaned on the bedside and watched over him all night, not even daring to blink his eyes. Seeing him waking up, he immediately stood up awkwardly: "A Ling, are you awake?"

Without waiting for Zhong Ling's answer, he continued anxiously: "Listen to my explanation, what happened yesterday was really not what you thought."

Unexpectedly, when Zhong Ling opened his eyes and saw him nearby, he was startled at first, and then asked in confusion, "Why did you get up so early today?"

He seemed to have no idea what Yan Huaizhou was talking about, and he was full of doubts: "What happened yesterday?"

Yan Huaizhou was dumbfounded.

"...you don't remember?"

Zhong Ling sat up displeased: "Did you get into some trouble again?"

Yan Huaizhou was speechless, hesitating and not knowing how to speak, Zhong Ling had already raised his eyes and glanced out of the window, seeing the bright sky, he immediately asked in surprise: "What time is it now, I missed morning class today?!"

...Morning class? ?

Before he had time to react, Zhong Ling jumped down from the collapse, as if missing the morning class was very unacceptable to him, grabbed Tinglan with a stern face, and hurried out to practice swords.

——The white peach tree he destroyed yesterday reappeared in the small yard.

Yan Huaizhou stood in front of the window dumbfounded, feeling that everything that happened was so bizarre that he couldn't figure out the slightest clue at all.But he never dared to act rashly again, so he had to guard the Zhong Ling in front of him first, and then make plans slowly.

After several days in succession, he finally had one thing for sure, that is, when Zhong Ling woke up every morning, he would completely forget what happened the day before, and he would not go out. He just practiced hard day after day, studied hard, and occasionally Will joke with him.

In this small courtyard, time has always stopped on an ordinary day when they were in Yuluan Palace.

When night fell again, Zhong Ling blew out the lights, and just about to lie down to rest, he heard Yan Huaizhou calling him from behind: "A Ling, accompany me for a walk outside."

In the darkness, he couldn't see Yan Huaizhou's face clearly, but he felt his depression.I wanted to refuse straight away, but the words of refusal twisted on the tip of my tongue and turned into a sentence, then——let's go.

In fact, Yan Huaizhou didn't think about where to go with him, and jumped onto the roof when he left the room.Zhong Ling followed without hesitation, sat next to him, and asked, "Do you—do you have something on your mind?"

Yan Huaizhou hesitated to speak for a while, then raised his head and looked into his eyes: "A Ling, I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Let's go?" Zhong Ling frowned upon hearing this, puzzled, "Where are you going?"

"Get out of here and do something very important to me." The bright moonlight filled the roof, Yan Huaizhou looked at Zhong Ling's face as warm as a jade in the moonlight, and summoned up the courage to ask him, " Can you...can you wait for me here?"

Zhong Ling immediately asked back, "Why can't I go with you?"

Yan Huaizhou was dumb, and after a long time, he suddenly said: "A Ling, how many days have you not seen Master?"

"I--"

Zhong Ling's voice was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't answer, only feeling that his mind was suddenly blank.

How many days?Why can't he remember?

Yan Huaizhou said again: "I know that you may not believe these words, and I don't know how to explain them to you. But Ah Ling, what happened here is not true."

"Yuluan Palace is not real, Master is not real, and this courtyard is not real. In fact, even you now... I can't tell whether it is real or not. We can't be stuck here forever, can you Do you understand what I'm saying?"

With a face full of astonishment, Zhong Ling said with difficulty: "Are you kidding again?" But Yan Huaizhou's expression was serious, it didn't look like he was joking at all.

"Do you think I'll lie to you about this kind of thing?"

Zhong Ling was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, and then he furrowed his eyebrows tightly: "Then what exactly is this place?"

Yan Huaizhou's face showed embarrassment.

When he opened his mouth, he knew that Zhong Ling would never give up unless he asked clearly, and he shouldn't have any reservations about him.But the story was too long, and he didn't know where to start. Besides, in the years to come, Zhong Ling's heart gradually filled with too many heavy things, and he always wanted to take one last look at Zhong Ling's youth. Such a youthful look.

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow, if you can still remember what happened today, I will tell you everything." He leaned close to Zhong Ling's body and rested his head on his shoulder.

Zhong Ling's body froze, and before he had time to escape, he heard him whispering in his ear again, "A Ling, I'm tired."

The moon was bright and the night breeze was cool. The two maintained this ambiguous posture, each thinking about their own thoughts, until they both leaned on the roof and fell into a deep sleep.