Fantasy City Doujin: Fragments

Yanda lowered her head and saw his shadow approaching from behind.

Qi Qiran turned around, and then stared at him for a moment.With a smile, she first showed two dimples.

Ying Kongshi looked at her, speechless for a long time.There was a faint gleam in the ocher eyes.There is never a lack of light or shadow in his eyes, but the light and shadow always seem to be far away from the present, and they are memories so deep that no one can touch them.

He stretched out his hand and handed her the long whip,

"Try and get used to it?" She raised her eyebrows and said softly.

Yan Da's red lips parted slightly, and she was stunned for a moment.As soon as she held the warm handle of the whip, the familiar touch seemed to bring her back to her previous life, and her heart trembled.

Then, the whip was turned on as soon as it touched her body temperature, and it lit up with a hazy blue light from the beginning to the end.

She raised it lightly in surprise, and shook her hand.

In order to prevent being swept by her whip, Ying Kongshi also got used to turning sideways for a moment, and then continued to look at her calmly.His body and face are still the same as before.

Both of them looked at each other slightly surprised.

This whip landed on the ground of the igloo, leaving a burnt mark that was blue on the outside and red on the inside.It was clearly the light of fire, but it was different from the beautiful color of the flower whip she had on the other side back then.

Holding the handle of the whip, she suddenly looked up at him.

"What's the matter with this whip?" She can't use any spiritual power now, and the weapon is just a display in her hand, but why did the whip damage the ground of the snow house just now?

Ying Kong Shi explained lightly, "I injected some spiritual power from the Ice Flame Clan into the whip. You don't need spiritual power to move it, and it can protect you well. If you get better in the future, you only need to use a little spiritual power to stimulate it. move it-"

Yanda quickly stretched out her hand to grab the skirt in front of him, and with a force, instantly pulled the man closer to her.

Ying Kongshi might as well stop talking and lean forward, he hurriedly stopped, frowning slightly, lowered his head and looked at her with brown eyes.

And tilting her head towards him, Yanda's reddish-brown eyes were full of unexplainable emotions.

She suddenly let go.Ying Kongshi took half a step back, and the two returned to the previous distance.

"Ying Kongshi," she looked at him for a long time.

The eyes of an old man with brown eyes that looked like tranquility looked at her, without pain, surprise, or longing... But she felt that he was just a child, and his painstaking and thoughtful thoughts were weakly waiting for the judgment again and again .

"Thank you..." She raised her eyebrows and said with a low sob that could not be checked.

He looked at her, raised his lips and smiled slightly.

Suddenly, a crisp bell sounded in the ears of the two of them, interrupting them.

Ying Kongshi and Yanda were extremely sensitive, they turned their heads together.

On the glass tabletop of the snow house, Ying Kongshi's transparent mobile phone is emitting bright colors.

Ying Kongshi turned his head to look at Yanda, after all he didn't say anything, went straight to the glass table and answered the phone.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The voice was still low and cold.

Yanda stood aside.Then the tip of her ear suddenly moved——

"Feng Suo went to the red bus just now!" said the voice on the phone!

Yanda froze.

These words made everything in the snowy house instantly quiet, and it seemed that even the air froze and became cold.

"What is he going to do?" After a while, Ying Kongshi still asked calmly.

The person on the other side of the phone yelled incredulously,

"Of course he's looking for..."

Ying Kongshi pursed his lips slightly, and walked slowly along the edge of the table to the other side of the glass table in a daze. He raised his eyes, as if subconsciously wanting to do something, and then he seemed to suddenly realize the worry that split his heart... Brown eyes were anxious Turning to Yanda who was standing to one side.

At this moment, Yanda is like an illusion of smearing red, she stands in the snow in his igloo through time and space, looking back at him like a wandering ghost.As if she is not in this world.

Ying Kong Shizhong turned his head to the side again.The snow is still falling quietly in the igloo.

"Yanda, I'm going to see my brother."

Before she could react, he continued to say calmly, "Don't leave here."

Turning around, he didn't say anything, and left quickly.As soon as the figure stepped out of the igloo, it seemed to melt into the darkness immediately, making it invisible.

Ying Kongshi turned into a cloud of black mist and walked through the shadows covered by all the shadows.

He looks like his father.He suddenly couldn't tell whether his heart was different from his father's.

Desire, right or wrong, big or small?

What can he do to be free?

The cloudy rain continued.He stopped to emerge from the rain and turned to look.The front is where my brother is.

No reporter outside the red bus noticed that he had entered in a flash.For those who are more sensitive, they only feel that there seems to be a chill passing through their bodies just now, or that black shadows flashed when they were dazzled.How could these mortals see his illusion?

It stopped silently inside the red bus door.He looked at the person in front of him without moving for a long time.

Feng Suo sat in front of a red table, as if he was looking at something.It's like thinking about something that has already entered the gods.

"Shi..." the cold voice called out slowly.

Ying Kongshi stepped on the stretch of snow and ice on the ground and took two steps forward.

"Brother, you can't do this...you can't use illusion right now..." he said uncomfortable.Almost choked up.

"What is this? My brother owes you too much." Feng Suo raised his head, he seemed to be thinking, his face was as pale as paper, and he answered quietly.

Ying Kongshi said in a low voice, "You don't owe me. I owe myself Ka Suo wholeheartedly. If I knew he was always there, I wouldn't have done so many things to find him."

These words made Feng Suo look up in surprise. "release?"

Then he smiled slightly at Shi, the pale corners of his mouth looked strange and tough yet familiar and gentle.

"My little brother, when did he grow up so big...so good at talking." He sighed, "You are right, maybe I have always owed myself something, and I shouldn't look for it, and I should Do it all over again..."

Ying Kongshi suddenly felt uncontrollably uncomfortable, he clenched his fists tightly, and then released his eyes in panic, "Brother...I didn't!"

His brown eyes flashed nervously, and he continued, "I haven't grown up! If I grow up, I won't be like this."

Feng Suo looked up again in surprise.He left his seat and walked up to Ying Kong Shi worriedly, "Shi, you don't understand, this is brother's fault, did you do anything wrong?"

"It's my own fault!" Qing Leng said anxiously, "It's me... I'm too scared! I used to be afraid that I wouldn't be able to give my brother freedom, and I'm still the same. of!"

He blinked his eyes slightly, turned around and didn't look at Feng Suo again.

Feng Suo just looked at his younger brother's figure in surprise, for a long while,

"Are you... afraid of losing Yanda?"

Ying Kongshi lowered his head, "I'm afraid." He admitted in a low voice.

"So, brother is here to help you Shi!" Feng Suo hurried forward with joy.

Ying Kongshi didn't move, he said uncomfortably, "I'm also afraid of losing you!"

Feng Suo frowned.Then he put down the hand that wanted to pull Ying Kongshi, "I'm sorry, I forgot, you were like this in your previous life."

"I don't want to know the past life." Ying Kongshi said lightly, "I am the present."

He shook his head slightly, looked back at his brother, "Brother, I'm sorry, I never learned how to love others..."

Feng Suo immediately stepped forward and hugged him.That cool figure was so upright, yet fragile like a flimsy fragment that could be torn apart at any time.

In the shadows, a person walked out slowly, frowning.When he saw their brothers standing together, he stopped in his tracks and just stared from the side.

"Xing Jiu—" Feng Suo let go of Ying Kong Shi and turned to the man, Ying Kong Shi remained silent and did not look up.

"King." With a low reply, Xing Jiu looked at Ying Kong Shi again, and sighed, "Ying Kong Shi, it's good that you're here." He continued to walk to the two of them, holding the Sword of Killing God horizontally in his hand, The blade of the sword was quietly emitting a shining blue light in the haze.

There was no trace of ice or snow on the sword.

With a smile on his face, Feng Suo took the sword from Xing Jiu.

Familiar evil spirit—Even if he didn't look at the sword, Ying Kongshi still couldn't understand that breath.But he didn't know why he turned to look at it.

"Shi, the sword spirit has regained its freedom. I will return him to its original owner." Feng Suo smiled.

Yingkong Shi Ning raised his eyebrows, and slowly put one hand on the blade of the sword. He gently and obediently held the hilt, but at this moment, he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

It seemed that what happened one after another was only a matter of a second, the white shadow beside him suddenly fell, "Wang!" Xing Jiu shouted loudly beside him!Ying Kong Shi stood there dumbfounded, as if he had lost his response.

Xing Jiu has rushed over to support the fallen Feng Suo.

"Eh? Look?" Outside the red bus, a reporter suddenly patted another person holding an umbrella beside him.

The raindrops took advantage of the tilt of the umbrella, and immediately fell in quietly, hitting the reporter's shoulders and nose.

"See what?" the man asked.

"Where's the camera? Bring it here. There was a light in it—" a whisper.

When the latter heard that, he quickly raised his head and raised his feet anxiously, and took a closer look.

For a long time, he saw nothing except the blurred reflection of the glass.

"There's no light...you're dazzled...the curtains are drawn, what kind of light can you see in broad daylight?" He put down his heels, and the man added disdainfully, "wait obediently."

The suspicious reporter rubbed the tip of his chin, and he muttered softly, "But I really saw it just now..."

Yanda was leaning on her knees, she sat on the glass trestle of the snow house without changing her princess clothes.

Until footsteps came in slowly, but she didn't look back.

The footsteps stopped behind her.

A low, soft sigh.

"Yan Da."

The red skirt snorted, and the gemstones on it collided with each other, making a crisp sound like icicles.Yanda stood up and turned around.

She frowned and looked at him, heartbroken.

"Is Feng Suo okay?" The first sentence seemed to be a natural question.

Ying Kongshi shook his head in bewilderment.He has tried his best, and he has shared most of the burden for Feng Suo, but even so, brother, can it really be fine...

Only then did Yan Da see that Ying Kong Shi's consciousness had become very drowsy.

She moved closer to him immediately.She wanted to help him to the second floor of the snow house first, and then make other plans after he lay down.But after only a few steps, she realized that he was not only lacking in vitality, but also injured, and he was completely sluggish!

He really saved his brother with himself!Because Xing Jiu told him to go, Feng Suo violated the Protoss promise and used his spiritual power to take back the ice cocoon again, he must have suffered a lot, and then he——

"Ying Kongshi, you still used the wound healing technique... If you go on like this, you will die!" She was so wronged that she couldn't help shouting anxiously.

Tears welled up!

"No. It'll be fine." He was slightly surprised by her, turned around with effort, and reached out to wipe her tears.

"How can it be okay? Ying Kongshi, I beg you! Can't you think about it for yourself?" She continued to shout.

Ying Kongshi continued to glance at her with his faint brown eyes.

Wipe her tears, not the first time.Yes again and again.

She once asked him——Ying Kongshi, can't you think about me?

Now she said to him again——Ying Kongshi, can't you think for yourself?

Those two very similar questions slowly crossed time and overlapped in his mind, repeating over and over again.

His pale face drooped silently.

"I'm sorry." He blurted out suddenly without any hesitation, "It's because I didn't do a good job." The voice was low and tired.

Yanda opened her eyes wide, but her voice was slightly choked up,

"Then you don't do it again—" I beg you!

He immediately raised his already dazed eyes, the light in them was scattered like distant stars, startling Yanda.Trembling, she reached out to touch his face.

"I'm sorry." He raised his eyebrows slightly again.The voice was full of bewildered fatigue.

He is very tired.

So is she.

And they were all lonely.He had walked such a long journey that he hardly knew what the road ahead would take him to see.And her life that does not belong to her, together with her destiny that she can't really grasp, made her restrain the brilliance like fireworks, and she dared not be herself anymore.

The two stumbled up to the second floor.

Yanda took a heavy breath and released Ying Kong onto the bed, her pupils suddenly stopped.He is the god of the Ice Flame Clan, and his spiritual power is outstanding!At this moment, the hair is actually covered with fine snow?

Sitting down beside his bed, she called softly and tremblingly, "Ying Kongshi?"

He was far more seriously injured than the last time he sacrificed the sword spirit due to lack of vitality and fell into a dream.

She thought he wouldn't hear.

But those brown eyes opened slightly, "Yanda." The voice of the answer was low.But the response was enough for her to feel ecstatic!She thought he shouldn't be able to sense anything.

"Ying Kongshi!" she shouted again.Blindness with a broken heart.

Slowly flickering eyes opened again.

"Don't be afraid—I won't die," he said wearily.

But he immediately turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood without warning.

If he died, she would be helpless, and there would be no divine vitality in the world to continue to bless her life.If he is dead, the Flame Lord will be unstoppable, and he will definitely try to kill Shami, and the current elder brother is powerless to resist.

Also, with his eyes lowered, his blurred vision fell lightly on the corner of her red dress.He doesn't want to die.

Yanda knelt beside him, shaking her hands to see the blood on her fingertips.

"Ying Kongshi!" she shouted again.

There is no answer.

He fell into a deep sleep all of a sudden, his face was calm, pale and obscure.He didn't have the spiritual power fluctuations of the ice clan, nor the spiritual power fluctuations of the fire clan in his body.I didn't even dream this time.

Xing Jiu stood by Wang's side blankly.

Feng Suo hadn't woken up yet.

He suddenly turned his head to look out the window in a bit of annoyance. The mortal world is always crowded and bustling, but at this time there is only a virtual picture of the window on the ground floor, but it seems very quiet.

He instantly felt that he had been participating in a farce since he came here.He never really belonged to this place, Xing Jiu in the mortal world was just performing blindly with a mask on.

"Ying Kongshi, are you okay?" A hesitant question was suddenly asked softly.

Xing Jiu stood up slowly.

A white shadow appeared in front of his eyes, the shadow had white hair and calm ice blue eyes, and then slowly flashed the appearance of that person in the mortal world, with black clothes and brown hair, and an indifferent and sad face.

The true god of the Ice Flame Clan, the only one in the world.

There is almost no sense of time flowing in him, and he is never slow or slow.He is out of tune with this mundane world, but he is with things and stars, indifferent and indifferent.He lived a life for eons that no one could intervene.

He just lives.It was like the purest brilliance in the world, but at the same time it was also a shadow that he could not avoid.

Frowning slightly, Xing Jiu suddenly remembered that he had met Ying Kong Shi not long ago——

"Ying Kongshi, you once said that some people live in the sun, while others live in the shadow?"

Ying Kongshi turned around and nodded to him, the city of hundreds of millions of years, the face is still as innocent as a child.

"But why must there be a shadow?"

Ying Kongshi frowned slightly, but actually smiled, "Master, this is a metaphor."

"I understand!" Xing Jiu was very annoyed.

Ying Kongshi looked at him indifferently, then he stretched out his hand to support the railing of the apron of the high-rise building, looking down at the dimly lit city at night,

"Then, there is no light and no shadow, it's just that you see it this way." The voice was low and cold.

After hearing this, Xing Jiu frowned and looked at him without saying a word.

"So let's make an analogy." Ying Kongshi turned around, his fair face was soft and indifferent, and the glint in his pupils instantly seemed to be an old man who had traveled through countless times.

"I just want to tell you that dreams and nightmares, sunshine and shadows, fulfillment and sacrifice, they all come when you want."

Xing Jiu was stunned.

"So it should have been ready." Rushing shoulders with him, Ying Kongshi continued to say calmly.

He seemed to be about to melt away the black mist and leave, but suddenly he stopped beside Xing Jiu and asked in a low voice, "Xing Gui, that troublesome little dream-seeking princess, have you gone to see her?"

Xing Jiu suffocated, then slowly lowered his head, "No."

Ying Kongshi didn't ask any more questions, and disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

...Returning to reality from that period of memory, Xing Jiu's face was filled with disappointment.

"Ying Kongshi, Xinggui she..."

The bedroom door slammed.It was Granny Fengtian who walked in lightly.Xing Jiu hurriedly turned his head back to regain his composure.

Feng Tian looked at him.

"Luo Luo is asleep. Xing Jiu, you go too, if you look at him again, he won't wake up immediately." The voice was kind and slow.

Xing Jiu frowned and looked at Feng Suo again.

Then he heard Feng Tian sighed behind him.

"Grandma...I..." He whispered.

Feng Tian raised his eyes, with some doubts in his eyes.

Xing Jiu lowered his black eyes and said in a low voice, "When Wang wakes up, Rong Xing Jiu wants to leave here. I want to go back to Renxue City."