After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

But after touching him for the first time, no matter how hard he tried and how he fought against the law in the subsequent repetitions, he was still unable to touch him again, so in the suffocating cycle later, he could only watch .

I don't know how long

Yan Lin gasped for breath, watching the man staggeringly stood up again and channeled his spiritual power to continue. His face was haggard and disfigured. The silent torment and countless repetitions made the boredom in his heart reach its peak. , he didn't give up and floated in front of Shi Yuan, wanting to grab him angrily.

"Enough is enough!"

It's cold to start with.

Yan Lin was taken aback.

Not empty, but really caught.

The snow-white hair slipped down, and the slightly hunched figure froze at the same time. The two of them were in a stalemate for a few moments, but the man still didn't dare to raise his head, as if confirming something, Yan Lin's hand froze unconsciously, but he I could feel the hands shaking slightly.

Yan Lin put away the anger that had not dissipated, and opened his mouth, his voice was much calmer than before.

"……enough……"

It wasn't until he heard his voice again that he really confirmed and believed it. Shi Yuan's body tensed suddenly, and then relaxed again. After a while, he slowly raised his head and met Shang Yanlin's complicated eyes.

The pitch-black eyes are like a moonless abyss, a bleak darkness, obviously without a trace of life, but thick and thick, it seems that as long as you keep looking, you will be deeply pulled into it until you are submerged.

In the past, Yan Lin was afraid of his gaze, but now he has not retreated, and there is no need to retreat.

He watched those eyes light up slowly, like countless fireflies flickering continuously, until the light illuminated the abyss with brilliance, making the whole face alive with brilliance.

He said: "...you finally forgive me, are you willing to come back?"

The slightly hoarse voice made Yan Lin pause.

He didn't know how to answer, forgive, maybe.

This is a magical illusion and fragments of memory, but he feels that this person's inner struggle and pain are no less than his own. After all, they are just pawns in the hands of fate. Who is too much.

And all of this is the established past, he is just an episode of memory now, and it cannot be regarded as what really happened at all, but he himself is a real person, and he is a person brought in by the demon.

So he decided to skip the question and go straight to the truth.

"...You should go back."

Shi Yuan listened to his words, but did not answer right away. He glanced at the hand being held, and the real touch made the corner of his mouth raise an invisible arc. The man followed Yan Lin to pull his hand, stepped forward, and left get closer.

He raised his hand, and his bony index finger and middle finger gently slid across Yan Lin's eyebrows and cheeks. The movement was slow and cherished. During the whole process, the eyes never left the eye. The deep gaze seemed to outline the appearance in his memory. .

He frowned at first, and then stretched out under the touch, the joy and love in those eyes seemed to have turned into a net of thousands of threads to bind Yan Lin tightly.

He just asked, "Where are you going?"

The soft whispering voice, the gentle touch of cold fingertips, like a feather gliding across the heart, made Yan Lin feel like he was in a dream, but when he thought about it carefully, wasn't it just a dream?

He let go of the wrist he was holding, raised his hand to take someone's troublesome hand, looked at him with a slightly restrained expression and said seriously.

"Get out of here, you have been trapped by demons for too long."

Shi Yuan's brows frowned, and he asked doubtfully, "Demon?"

Yan Lin nodded: "Yes, you are now in the illusion of the heart demon. If you don't break it, your consciousness will only be gradually consumed by it."

Just like every scene he experienced before, step by step, he was deeply trapped in this, it was difficult to break free, and finally disappeared.

"yes."

He said very calmly.

Yan Lin was a little surprised.

But I saw him smiling, his pale face was exceptionally gentle, as clean as the snow lotus blooming on the snow, his dark eyes were calm and gentle, without any tension or fear, as if he was not the one who was trapped by the inner demon Same.

"But I should thank it, at least bring you back, other, I don't expect more."

Faced with such a dedicated gaze, who doesn't care about the demons, Yan Lin still couldn't help avoiding it. He opened his mouth slightly but closed it tightly, and the hand beside him clenched uncontrollably, but he could only move from the other side. The angle swayed him.

"Now it's only two years after the Great War, and the vitality is ready to go. The Changtian Sword Sect needs you, and the Zhongtian Realm also needs you. Don't they even want everything you protect?"

No matter how powerful a person is alive, his responsibility will be as great. This is an inescapable fate.

Shi Yuan listened intently to every word he said, and when he finished speaking, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more bleak, and he pinched Yan Lin's chin with his cool hand, making him look directly at him, never Can't look away.

Facing Shang Shiyuan's naturally indifferent eyes, the original silver glow was slightly reddish, and the exhaustion and indifference inside were undeniable.

"I've kept it for thousands of years, isn't that enough? Don't I even have the qualifications to live for myself?"

His voice seemed to be rubbed into the breeze, passed through time, and fell on his ears so clearly, with a sad expression, and he seemed to see the most vulnerable part of this person in his bleak smile.

But it seemed to remind him that no matter how powerful the person in front of him was, he was still a person, a person with emotions, pain and fatigue.

At this moment, Yan Lin's heart couldn't stop convulsing, and there was nothing else but slightly trembling fingertips.

But he still wanted to continue to ask calmly: "Are you sure you don't want anything? Changtian Sword Sect, Master Chengshuang, Elder Shu Yuan, and the way of swords you pursue, if you are swallowed, you will lose everything."

You become someone else.

Someone strange and familiar with all your dark sides.

The living people will no longer respect you, they will no longer love you, they will do everything possible to obliterate you, destroy all traces of your existence, even if you have done a thousand, ten thousand good things, even if you saved them , will be completely forgotten.

Can you do this?

He took Yan Lin into his arms and held her tightly.

"No, then would you like to accompany me?"

It was as if staying here with him had become his only expectation.

The broad chest is not as thick as in the memory, it is a little thin and thin, but the temperature is clearly transmitted to him.

You don't want to...

So you can accept this ending, but Master Chengshuang is not willing, Changtian Sword Sect is not willing, and I...

Nor do you want to—

I can accept each other's future in peace and strangers, but I can't watch you lose everything and never be you again.

He felt the strength of his embrace, his eyes crossed his shoulders, looked at the front in a trance, slowly raised his hand, his fingertips brushed the hair on his back, touched his back, opened his eyes, seemed to want to Hugged him in response.

The magical illusion will expand his expectations, if he also shows weakness, it will only make him believe and indulge, willing to stay here forever.

If so, then breaking the expectations of it, isn't it possible to get back to reality.

So, this time, the bad guy is him.

In the end, that hand never responded, but just pushed the person away fiercely.

Yan Lin looked at the surprised and slightly startled person, his expression was as cold as it was at the beginning, and he spoke in the calmest and indifferent voice.

"Accompany you? I think you may have misunderstood. I came only to promise Master Chengshuang to rescue you. If you don't want to, I can't help you. If you want to die, I won't accompany you, and I won't waste your time." waste time."

For the most authentic indifference, Yan Lin kept staring at him, watching him go from slightly dazed and at a loss to every time he said a word, the hope and light in his eyes would disappear a bit, until the last word fell, those eyes There is nothing in it anymore, it is as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

He opened his mouth, and repeated in an inaudible tone: "...wasting time..."

Yan Lin didn't dare to look into his lost eyes, his needs and desires were crushed by him on the ground, and he turned and left pretending to be bored.

But as soon as he took a step, his wrist was grabbed.

Yan Lin frowned at him.

Obviously smiling, but it seems to be crying.

"You are always so cruel. If I could, I would rather change with you. I would rather die in your hands than die here like this." He pointed to his heart as he spoke.

Yan Lin's heart was suddenly clenched, the severe pain made his breathing stagnant, his brows tightened even more, but he didn't dare to shake his expression, he just said without changing his face: "It's a pity, you and I can't help ourselves .”

After finishing speaking, he ignored the loneliness in his eyes and wanted to take his hand out again to leave, but the more he struggled, the tighter he was held.

He raised his head and met a pair of red eyes.

Yan Lin was stunned.

Before he could open his mouth, Fang Fang pushed him directly. The feeling of losing his center of gravity once made Yan Lin think that he would fall, but he didn't want to be greeted by a piece of softness, and the surrounding scenery changed, dark and thick clouds Turned into a white curtain.

Shi Yuan's face appeared above him and was gazing at him quietly with a smile. His original eyes had been replaced by crimson blood, and a cold light was reflected under the white veil. The loneliness and sadness in his eyes just now disappeared, leaving only a firm The obscurity, as well as the supercilious ferocity and darkness.

"If it was any time before, if you wanted to leave, he would not stop you. Even if the thought of locking you up flashed through his heart countless times, he could only watch your back as you left, but this time, What he thinks, dare not, I dare."

Snow-white hair, red eyes, a red mark between the eyebrows...

And 'he'...

The current person is not Shi Yuan, but a heart demon.

The cold fingertips raised his chin, wanting to kiss him, Yan Lin's light brown pupils shrank, and he tried to resist with his spiritual power, but found that his dantian was empty, and at the same time, a fairy rope came out from nowhere, His hands were tightly bound.

The hands of the person above were free.

He was not angry when he was avoided for a kiss. Instead, he took off the hairpin on his head and let the black hair fall loose. His white fingertips lightly picked up a strand and landed on his lips, giving him a soft kiss.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person below him with disheveled blue hair and a gloomy expression. He chuckled and waved his right hand. The white curtain turned crimson, and the white sword suit on his body also turned into a thin red shirt. Open, revealing a large white chest.

Haoxue's white hair and crimson clothes, the strongest contrast, the two opposite colors on this person are like the coldest and most beautiful flowers, blooming in a blue sky.

He caressed Yan Lin's cheek, raised his jaw to force him to reveal a delicate and graceful arc, his eyes seemed to be filled with bloody love, and said in an extremely gentle voice: "I should thank you, without what you just said He won't give up, and I won't come out either."

Yan Lin's eyes darkened slightly.

So the inner demon has always been on Shi Yuan.

His fingertips rubbed against his lips, once and for all, with a low and gentle tone.

"You can always use the sharpest knife to pierce his heart. You know that his expectation is to simply stay here with you, but you don't even give him the chance to dream. You are so indifferent."

"In his memory, you are obviously not like this, why did you change?"

After finishing speaking, his bloodshot eyes stared at his masterpiece, and his delicate lips were as coveted as the petals of a fine rose. His eyes sank, and following his instinct and desire, he lowered his head and stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it gently. , Then Weiwei felt that it was not enough and had a tendency to look inward.

The hot and humid feeling made Yan Lin panic, he tilted his head and pressed his throat.

"……enough……"

The flexible tongue left the sweet lips, and Xin Mo raised his eyes to look at him with mockery in his eyes.

"Why, you don't like it?"

Yan Lin pursed her thin lips tightly and said nothing.

But the heart demon doesn't have any scruples, and on his face is a presumptuous smile that Shi Yuan never showed, flamboyantly.

"I want to lie again. When you were with him, you obviously liked it very much. Your body fits so well, and your arms will wrap around him obediently..." After a pause, his face drew closer, and his red eyes stared at Yan Linqian With brown pupils, even the irises can be seen clearly, and continued: "Especially these eyes, the end of the eyes are red, and the appearance of crying with tears is very touching..."

Straightforward Chiguo's words, coming out of this face, there is a strong sense of contrast, obviously the same face but like two completely different people, the third party's peeping and aggression made him tremble, as if being pulled by the other party Into those memories that you dare not talk about, forcing you to put those pictures in your mind again.

Self-esteem and shame made Yan Lin grit his teeth: "Go away."

The inner demon saw the repulsion and disgust on his face, and pretended to be calm, which would only make him want to bully him even more.

The hand holding the chin was released, and it slid down to land on his waist. The deep voice suppressed a trace of emotion: "Come to think of it, maybe you and I haven't been warm for a long time."

Yan Lin's eyes trembled.

"You're crazy, I'm you now—"

Before he could finish speaking, the person above interrupted, his tone calm and even paranoid.

"So what, it's not that I haven't done it before, and the addition of this relationship makes me even more excited..."

After speaking, he tore off the belt in his hand without hesitation.

In the illusion of the heart demon, it is almost impossible to resist. He can change the rules and the environment at will. At this moment, Yan Lin is too weak in his eyes.

And the demon that goes crazy is very scary.

He won't be too scruples like the usual Shi Yuan, the demon here is more like another Shi Yuan who never restrains himself and does everything casually.

In his hands, Yan Lin became a random fabricated ooze, his hands were tied, and he didn't even have a chance to struggle. From softness to strength, from pity to revenge, he wantonly admired every expression of the people under him, Watching the crystal tears fall down the corner of the eyes, then smiled and kissed and licked them away.

Seems longed for.

There is no time in the illusion, and they don't know how long it will last. Every time Yan Lin wakes up, he is hugged by someone tightly, unable to move.

The sober consciousness falls in the ups and downs, sometimes they will return to the place they met at the beginning, back to the thatched cottage, and sometimes they will return to the snow peak, he is hugged intimately by someone, looking at the snow scene outside the window, the snow Bud is still flopping and playing in the snow.

Calm and peaceful, as if everything is real, this is the life he pursues.

But it seems to be fake, he shouldn't appear here.

Subconsciously, he knows that if there is no end, he will be stuck here forever.