The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Feng An told a short story to everyone, and finally squeezed the drop of divine blood and sighed: "If you want this kind of thing, just tell me and give it to you. Why is this?"

What longevity, divinity, mana, Feng An never cared about that.

His life was too long, long enough for him to tire of those things that the world pursued, while cherishing other things that seemed ordinary.

He thought Feng Qiu was dead, and he never thought about taking back that drop of divine blood.

It was something he had planned to give to Qiuqiu, and since it had already been given away, it belonged to Fengqiu, and there was no reason to ask for it back.

It's just a drop of blood, there's nothing wrong with burying his Qiuqiu with him.

Fengqiu: "..."

His voice was hoarse, and his soul seemed to be torn apart by Feng An's words.He hadn't felt fear for many years, but at this moment, a strange panic filled his heart, making him almost unable to hear his own voice: "I don't believe it."

Feng An was noncommittal: "Hmm."

Feng Qiu paused for a moment, then repeated again: "I...don't believe it."

I don't want to believe it, and I dare not believe it.

This is Feng Qiu's greatest fear deep in his heart.

Feng An smiled: "What's the point of me lying to you now?"

"What else could it be?" Feng Qiu shouted hoarsely, "You hate me for betraying you and want to torture me, but you know that I like—"

Feng Qiu shut up.

Feng An was too busy feeling sentimental, but couldn't hear clearly: "...know what?"

Yan Jinping heard it clearly, he turned to Shen Lianxing expressionlessly, frowned and said, "Take a look for me, I feel like I suddenly went deaf just now."

Shen Lianxing: "..."

Yan Jinping asked again: "What did Fengqiu want to say just now? Xi-what to wash? Hope?"

Shen Lianxing thought for a while, combined with the clues he saw, and said cautiously: "I think what he wants to say may be liking."

He was still holding Yan Jinping's hand and asked him, "Didn't you see it?"

Yan Jinping realized that he had heard and thought correctly, and couldn't care about anything else for a while, and said in shock, "How can you tell?"

He pointed to Feng Qiu's miserable appearance, and then pointed to Feng An, and said incredulously: "You said he——no, where did this happen? It's all like this, what else can you see?"

These two brothers are about to change their lives. If you want my life, I will beat you into a disability. What kind of love is this? !

Shen Lianxing squeezed his fingers reassuringly, and said softly: "Emotion is a very complicated thing, it's hard to explain."

As Xiao Taozhi said, if you like it, you like it. How can there be so many reasons?

Feng Qiu is such a person, for him, 'like' may just be a superfluous and uncontrollable emotion, even if he really likes it, it doesn't prevent him from betraying Feng An and trying to take Feng An's body.

From the time he decided to commit this crime, love or not love has long since made no difference.

Besides, Feng An... obviously didn't have such intentions.

Feng Qiu didn't want to say more, his eyes were still fixed on the divine blood in Feng An's hand, and his heart was overwhelmed.

Feng An did so much for him, did Feng Qiu not notice it at all?

……not necessarily.

Why did Feng An's feather energy continuously provide him with warmth for a hundred years, and why he was able to maintain such a vigorous vitality even though he was cursed.

It was only after reaching an agreement with the wordless stele that Feng Qiu knew that this curse was not such a good thing.

If there is something to gain, there must be something to give, and this contribution should be far greater than what he has gained. He should have lost himself and become a puppet of the wordless stele until he was exhausted, and then the stele fell silent again, waiting for the next prey to come out. cast a net.

Why didn't he become like that?

Maybe because he was the first to receive the curse, there would be some special treatment?Feng Qiu has been unwilling to think about it.

If... if his vague guesses were true.

If Feng An really did what he said.

So what did he do all these years?

What is he missing?

Feng Qiu categorically refused to admit that he was wrong. He purposely provoked Feng An and Yan Jinping just now, and it was also a desperate attempt.

Either fulfill his wish for many years and successfully occupy Feng An's body, or...he just wants to die quickly.

It seemed that as long as he didn't know the truth, he wouldn't have to face all of this.

However, Feng An refused to kill him.

The more Feng An talked, the more frightened Feng Qiu became.

——That means he guessed right, and Feng An did more than he ever guessed.

Feng Qiu remembered that he used to complain to Feng An like a baby, that the crow's lifespan was still too short, it seemed like a joke, but in fact, what was hidden was his most real fear.

He said, brother, I really envy you. You can go to so many places, meet so many friends, and have so much time to do what you want.

He said, brother, I may not be with you for so long, if I die in the future, don't forget me.

Feng An had told him at that time.

"Don't be silly, we Qiuqiu will not die."

He thought it was a lie to him, like coaxing a child, forget it, no one will remember.

So... has it started since then?

Feng Qiu lowered her head, allowing her hair to block her vision: "You... nonsense, I don't believe it."

His voice was weak. On the one hand, his body was in severe pain. On the other hand... If he believed it, wouldn't he be admitting that everything he did was useless and ridiculous?

Feng Qiu wished that she had died just now.

Feng An didn't explain too much.

He just wanted to say everything at that time, no matter what other people thought.

Also called Yan Jinping, he raised his voice and said, "Although this kid has indeed done a lot of wrong things...but he is still my brother after all, so I won't clean up the house for now, okay?"

This is to save Fengqiu's life.

Knowing that he still had something to say, Yan Jinping didn't just say this just to plead with Feng Qiu, so he asked him: "Then what are you going to do?"

"I..." Feng An looked down at Feng Qiu, seemed to chuckle lightly, and said in a low voice, "It's my responsibility that he became like this, and of course it's up to me to deal with it."

Feng Qiu still lowered her head, refusing to meet his gaze.

Yan Jinping raised his eyebrows.

"I'm the Golden Crow after all." Feng An said, "Although I've failed a bit as a human being, I still have this ability."

"Don't worry." He said again, "I will not evade the mistakes that should be made up for, nor will I cover him up. I will definitely make Feng Qiu pay the price he should pay."

Feng An's expression was firm, and Yan Jinping looked at him for a while, knowing that he had a charter, he took a small step back slowly: "I won't stop you, but you better know what you're doing."

If Feng An intends to pretend not to see this pool of blood and the weeping resentful spirit for the sake of his 'brotherhood', Yan Jinping would even take him along to educate him.

Feng An didn't speak any more, he turned his head and smiled at Yan Jinping and Shen Lianxing, then pinched the same spell, and put his hand into his body.

Feng Qiu and the blood of the gods have not merged, he is like a container, it does not feel when it is taken out, and it does not take much effort.

Feng An was different, the divine blood was originally his thing, and to forcibly strip it from his body, the pain would be tantamount to gouging out a bone and cutting a heart.

There was no expression on his face, the young Jinwu looked calm and almost indifferent at the moment, no one could see what kind of torture he was suffering.

——This is nothing to him.

Feng An lowered his head, searched for the remaining half of the blood in his body little by little, and carefully took it out of his body.

He did it very skillfully, after all... He had done the same thing once before.

It won't hurt like that again.

"Qiuqiu." Feng An kept his hands on his hands, then lowered his head to look at Fengqiu, Fengqiu was paralyzed on the ground, trying to curl himself up into a ball, like when he was a helpless bird, as if he could There was a pitiful sense of security captured in this posture.

He didn't know what Feng An was going to do, but he knew that it was definitely not the scene he wanted to see.

He was very cold, and his feathers seemed to have failed. The boundless cold in the unclean sea spread into his body, bit by bit eating away at his remaining soul.

It turns out...he should have spent these years like this.

"Qiuqiu." Feng An called him again, the gold in his eyes was as bright as the morning sun shining on the sea, "Brother will teach you one last thing."

"If you do something wrong, you have to admit it. You have to make up for your mistakes." He said, "Do you understand?"

Feng Qiu trembled, he raised his head hastily, stared at Feng An's facial expression without blinking, and asked him: "How...how can I make up for it?"

It is absolutely impossible for him to admit that he was wrong, but he must know what Feng An meant.

"As for the way to make up for it..."

Feng An finally completed what he wanted to do.He pulled his hand out of his body, holding his other half's blood, and there was a sense of relief in his voice: "Is there any need to talk about it? Repay the debt, kill someone—of course, pay with your life."

Feng Qiu: "Whose life will be paid for?"

Feng An squeezed two drops of golden blood together.

Although it became a drop, his divine blood could not be completely fused with the mixed blood on Feng Qiu's body. Half of it was mixed with black gold, and the other half was pure gold, forming an irregularly shaped Tai Chi.

The feathers on his wings fell faster and burned more violently.Those wings were condensed by divine power, not real wings, so the feathers seemed to never end, wave after wave.

From a distance, it looks like a tree on fire.

Feng An lowered his head and asked him: "Repay you, are you willing?"

Fengqiu: "I..."

Of course he couldn't be willing, but he could speak out his thoughts and deeds so unscrupulously before, laughing at Feng An's weakness at will, but now he just said two or three words, Feng Qiu opened his mouth, but found himself unexpectedly Reluctant to speak out.

Lips and tongue seemed to be firmly locked together, Feng Qiu wanted to sneer, thinking that he should judge Feng An's stupid question, and wanted to say when Feng An was still dreaming, but he didn't.

He vaguely guessed what Feng An wanted to do, and he found himself even wanting to ask 'If I want to? '.

But Feng Qiu still didn't say anything in the end.

He is a child who is afraid of death, afraid of being hurt, and has been cowardly since he was a child.

His younger brother has long been crooked, and Feng An didn't expect him to express any great opinions.So he didn't wait for Feng Qiu's answer, just let the blood hang on his palm with one hand, and pressed the young man's shoulder with the other, and said softly: "It may hurt a little, bear it, it's okay to cry."

"...Don't worry." He said again, "I won't die."

Immediately afterwards, he slapped again suddenly, where Feng Qiu had slapped him before. This time, he did not use much force, but let all the blood in his hand sink into Feng Qiu's chest.

Without ceremony and without any preparations, it is impossible for the divine blood to fuse with Fengqiu normally, and now Fengqiu's body is full of curses from the wordless stele. The knife that split the pool of blood was still big, and it was tumbling crazily like boiling.

"what--!"

Feng Qiu was caught off guard, his body and soul were almost torn apart by the severe pain from the inside out, and he cried out in pain.

No matter how cold-blooded and ruthless he behaves, no matter how ruthless he is, he is still a living creature after all, he has not completely lost his emotions and desires, and he is still afraid of pain.

Feng An remained unmoved, firmly pressing on his shoulders to prevent him from struggling, nor to let him flinch.

"Ah, ah..."

This is completely different from the feeling of being hurt physically. Feng Qiu's soul has been hurt before, and it is very fragile without any protection. No one can resist the pain.

The teenager tried desperately to curl up again.

Feng An just looked down.

Slowly, the black tattoos on the boy's body began to fade.

It was like a living thing, being slowly forced away by the blood of the gods, turning into a black viscous liquid, and falling to the ground drop by drop.

Feng Qiu soon couldn't even yell, judging by his reaction, the process was like forcing him to shed a layer of skin alive.

Yan Jinping and Shen Lianxing watched the audience, but they were speechless at this moment.

Although... Feng An was ruthless enough.

As expected of him.

The author says:

Feng An: I treat you as a younger brother, but you actually...

Fengqiu: I'm not, I haven't, I didn't say anything.

Yan Jinping:?Is this reasonable?

Shen Lianxing: It's unreasonable, but it's actually reasonable.

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Feng An is really kind to Qiuqiu, and he really treats him as a younger brother.

As for Fengqiu...he's a little bastard (.