Xianjun has a disaster

"Yan Ci, let me die, please, I beg you, I beg you to let me die."

After not talking to anyone for a long time, Ji Xueting's murmur sounded rusty and dry.

But Yan Ci turned his head intently, and greedily listened to Ji Xueting's murmur, as if the voice was the wonderful voice of Brahma.

Ji Xueting looked at his expression, and his voice gradually faded away.

"You won't die."

Noticing that Ji Xueting had gone silent, Yan Ci whispered to the boy in his arms one word at a time.

"I won't let you die... Didn't you agree that the two of us will live forever and grow old together? You and I still have a long, long time to spend together. How can I be willing to let you die..."

When Ji Xueting heard the words "Forever and ever, grow old together", he suddenly let out a suppressed sob.He couldn't control his instincts at all, and shivered weakly in Yan Ci's arms.But such a weak struggle just made Yan Ci subconsciously hug him tighter.

"Don't be angry, Axue, don't be angry."

Perhaps the resistance from the young man was so strong that even Yan Ci, who was already insane, realized something. The man's face showed panic, and he kept repeating empty consolation.

After a moment of stalemate with Ji Xueting, Yan Ci seemed to have thought of something, he took out a small knife from his sleeve as if flattering him, and then carefully stuffed the handle of the knife into Ji Xueting's hand.

Then he tightly closed Ji Xueting's hand with his own hands, and moved his body forward so that Ji Xueting could stab the knife directly into his body.

"If you're not happy, just stab me a few more times. This time I smeared a poison on the blade that can make the wound bleed continuously and cause severe pain. This time the wound must be very painful...you have Anger, I know, it’s okay, just vent out if you’re unhappy, just stab me a few more times!”

His eyes were empty, but there was a particularly earnest smile on his face.

The knife was held in Ji Xueting's hand, but it directly sank into his chest with his own strength.

After a while, Yan Ci's face became paler than before, and his breathing became uncontrollably heavy.

The slightly blackened blood slowly oozes out from the poison, dripping onto Ji Xueting's body drop by drop.

Ji Xueting silently stared at the gradually expanding and seeping blood on Yan Ci's chest, the corners of his mouth twisted nervously, it almost looked like a smile.

The young man's struggle stopped just like that. To Yan Ci, this seemed to be something particularly joyous and encouraging.

"Axue, it's okay, everything will be fine... I will arrange everything, and then we can... be together forever..."

While whispering, Yan Ci gently kissed Ji Xueting's cheek, with a broken and distorted smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ji Xueting didn't pay attention to him, so he was still stuck in his own sweet delusions.Only 3000 years later, Tianqu Xianjun uttered a desperate cry in that stone room——

"He's dying! Let him go! Yan Ci, let him go!"

Yan Ci, who could not see anything, did not realize that the reason why Ji Xueting was so silent at this moment was because he clenched his teeth tightly, and there was already a thin line of blood winding around his lips.

Taking advantage of the bloody aura of Yan Ci's self-mutilation, Ji Xueting bit his tongue and killed himself, but he was afraid of being noticed by the men around him, so he didn't dare to make a sound even at this time.

However, it still failed to die in the end—as long as it was about Ji Xueting, Yan Ci always seemed to have a magical intuition.

"Axue, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Ci stretched out his hand to caress Ji Xueting, his palm was wet.

He suddenly changed his face.

"Axue, don't be like this, don't be like this..."

He tried to open Ji Xueting's jaw, but the little prince who used to make a big fuss even if his skin was scratched, can now hold back the severe pain of biting his tongue, no matter how hard Yan Ci tried, he never let go.

At the end...

Yan Ci had no choice but to remove Ji Xueting's chin with his own hands.

Ji Xueting finally cried out, but the joints were unloaded, and even the cry was just a few fuzzy whimpers, not in tune, with a large amount of bright red blood mixed with saliva dripping from his uncloseable lips. So embarrassed.

"You... did it on purpose, right?"

Under Yan Ci's fright, his whole body trembled even more, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He hugged Ji Xueting, put his head between the man's neck, and suddenly made a hoarse voice after a long time.

"Sure enough, it's Axue, she's still so smart." Without waiting for Ji Xueting's response, and it was impossible for him to wait for that person's response, Yan Ci murmured to himself, "I've designed it since I came in, you know What would I do, that's why I found a chance... Hehe, hehehe..."

Even the sobs that Yan Ci made when he took off the shackle, and even the moaning that made him self-mutilate so that he could cover up the smell of biting his tongue with the smell of blood, must have been the result of countless calculations.

And these, even if they don't go into details, both of them already know it well.

Ji Xueting failed to seek death, and the trace of vitality that was shown in front of Yan Ci disappeared in an instant.He remained silent, lying on his side on the stone bed expressionlessly, except for the slightest ups and downs of breathing, he never moved again.

Yan Ci kept stroking him, and he watched Ji Xueting's extraordinarily weak pulse in fear, finally showing the expression on his face that only a completely broken person would have.

"I know you're in pain, I know...it's okay, Axue, you see, I've figured out a way to make it up, I'll make you stop suffering from this pain, I'll...I'll let us both Reconciled as before..."

he said nervously.

Then he got up slowly, stood in front of the door, and rang the silver bell that connected to the outside world.

Soon, the door of the secret room opened again, and a dead man wrapped in a black robe silently appeared in front of Yan Ci.

"Present the worry."

Wangyou...

Hearing those two words, Ji Xueting's already distracted eyes suddenly flashed with fear.

Forget worry and forget worry, the medicine is as the name suggests, it is a secret medicine refined from the bones of a rare monster hanging in the river, it is said that as long as you take it, you can forget all the worries in the world.

Of course, being born in the deep palace, Ji Xueting naturally knew that this was just a false statement. Wangyou is not such a wonderful panacea at all, but a special kind of medicine, which can make people forget all the past, and even more The frightening thing is that this medicine combined with a special secret method can even completely change a person's memory and even his mind...

But for a moment, Ji Xueting's hair stood on his head, and he already knew what Yan Ci was thinking in a trance.

Yan Ci twirled the Wangyou pill with his fingertips and returned to the bedside. The pill smelled fragrant, and the surface was covered with a layer of dreamlike smoke that fluctuated.Just looking at the appearance, Wangyou is the elixir that the world thinks of. Who would have thought that such a pill could be a heart-breaking poison that can kill a person's heart and soul.

Ji Xueting looked up at Yan Ci, the blood on his throat and chest hadn't dried up, but he was already struggling wildly, he tried to avoid Yan Ci, but under Yan Ci's shackles, all his struggles were like a bird with a broken wing, Fragile enough to shatter.

Yan Ci hugged Ji Xueting.

Even if Ji Xueting finds an opportunity to dig his fingers into the wound on his chest, he doesn't dodge, just grabs the Wangyou, with a trance and joy, as if he already has the most perfect everything in this world.

He kept kissing Ji Xueting's sweaty hair and face that was completely covered with tears.Two lines of clear tears slowly fell from his lifeless and empty eyes, but a completely crazy smile floated on his lips.

"Axue, good boy, we two will be reconciled soon... You won't be in pain anymore..."

He murmured.

【I hate you--】

【I hate you! 】

Looking at him, Ji Xueting was forced to swallow the Wangyou in despair.

It's a pity that he couldn't make a sound, and Yan Ci couldn't see, so naturally he didn't see the gaze he hated to the extreme at that moment.

The blind man just hugged Xue Ting, who was gradually becoming limp, and whispered eagerly in the boy's ear with a hoarse and fanatical voice:

"The Kingdom of Li has been broken, the Xuan Dynasty has perished, your father, queen mother, and your brother have long abandoned you and fled. I let you escape from the palace by feigning death and rescued you. The two of us are in this small courtyard, Abandoning all the past and the past, living a happy life, the love is extraordinary..."

……

"From now on, you and I, life after life, will never be separated."

……

"I am going to kill you."

In the illusion, the expression of the boy in the man's arms gradually became dazed and innocent, and finally no longer resisted before.

Under the stage, Tianqu Immortal suddenly let out a long cry of weeping blood.

The lofty Xianjun lost his sanity and became completely mad. He raised his hand and suddenly attacked the distorted man in the phantom.

Unexpectedly, under Tianqu Xianjun's merciless spiritual attack, Yan Ci's head was in a different place, and his body was instantly smashed into thousands of pieces, but he himself was suddenly hit hard, and his whole body spurted out black blood. out, fell to the ground in an instant.

Tianqu lowered his head in a trance, seeing the bloody hollow in his chest and abdomen.

Just now, all the attacks he slashed at the "Yan Ci" in 3000 years fell on himself.

"Hehe...heh...yes..."

It was clear that the self-mutilation was caused by the trick of the demon, but looking at the terrible wound on his body, Tianqu smiled instead of anger, and suddenly said to himself.

"Did I know it a long time ago? That's me, that's me—"

In the voice, influenced by his thoughts, countless black shadows squirmed and rushed towards him.In an instant, the blood of Xianjun Tianqu shot out all over his body, and he was almost invisible. Those terrifying snakes with endless resentment and hatred, the moment he recalled the past, they had directly turned back on him, and they all gnawed at the sky. Qu Xianjun's own soul.

……

"Well, pain pain pain—"

In front of the mountain temple, Ji Xueting put his hands on his chest, frowned and muttered something.

"What exactly did you think of?"

he complained.

The pain in his chest lasted only for a moment, and then disappeared in a flash.Ji Xueting raised his head and glanced at the mountain temple in front of him. As he expected, it had been in decline for a long time.

The ruined temple on the empty mountain and the demon are a good match.Ji Xueting blew a whistle, then moved forward with his sword in hand, kicked open the dilapidated gate of the mountain temple and walked in.