Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

The sachet was originally put in the carriage by him, and he took it with him when he changed his face, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.Hai Jing forced himself to calm down, put his trembling hands into his sleeves, took out the sachet, and covered his mouth and nose.

Since I came to the tunnel, I haven't touched anything. The hallucination must be gas... Hai Jing thought, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As soon as the refreshing smell entered his nose, he immediately felt much more awake. The discomfort also gradually subsided.

But a picture emerged in his mind, that is Hai Yingxing striding towards him, with long hair fluttering, clothes fluttering, and an unruly brilliance in his eyes, like a god who descended from the sky outstanding.

"Are you the child who was treated as a ghost by the people nearby? I finally found you."

His tone was as gentle as spring rain, dripping onto Hai Jing's heart, spreading and permeating unconsciously.He stroked the short beard on his chin with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to Hai Jing, and spread it firmly in front of him.

"Come with me, I'll take you home."

That hand was calloused from martial arts practice, it was thick and strong, and it made people feel very reliable.But Hai Jing didn't say a word, his eyes froze, and he swung his dagger and rushed towards Hai Yingxing.

With a sound of "Dang", the dagger fell to the ground, Hai Yingxing twisted his wrist, and pulled him to the front, with a gentle smile on his face.

"It seems that you still don't understand... Even if you don't kill anyone, you can still live well."

However, he couldn't listen to it at all, and bit Hai Yingxing's arm, blood gushed out instantly and dripped meanderingly.

"Don't you trust others... It's no wonder..." Hai Yingxing had a complicated expression, and hit him on the back of the neck, making him faint.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a hole with a fire beside him. The fire was jumping and crackling, dyeing the world with warmth.

And in this intoxicating warmth, Hai Yingxing was caressing his temples, staring at his face, and said with concern: "You finally woke up, come, eat something."

Those were a pair of eyes as deep as the night sky, with a strong and gentle aura, which made him unconsciously stretch out his hand, hold that firm palm tightly, and eat the food he gave.

"Little devil, what's your name?"

"...I don't have a name."

On the second day, Hai Yingxing carried him behind his back, walked through the famine town, crossed the barren forest, and walked towards Hailan Village under the starlight.

When he was young, he kept staring at this tall silhouette, with respect, admiration, and some unknown feelings in his eyes.At that time, in his eyes, Hai Yingxing was like a god sent from the sky, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, leading him out of the dark abyss.

When he came back to his senses, the gate of the Hai family was already in front of his eyes, and the big gilt characters on the black plaque fell into his pupils and were engraved in his heart ever since.

At this moment, that friendly voice sounded again, "From now on, this will be your home, and I will be your father."

"By the way, don't you have a name? The water is like a mirror, and the stars are shining brightly. How about you call it Haijing?"

……

Hai Jing suddenly opened his eyes, with nostalgia flowing in his eyes, and his sanity has fully recovered.He stared at the corridor that was still empty, heaved a long sigh, and smiled softly, "Miaoyi, I have to thank you when I go back."

He put the sachet in his sleeve, and was about to move on, when Feng Xiangyue's stiff body suddenly came into view.

Hai Jing was startled, and immediately understood that Feng Xiangyue had hallucinations just like herself.He was about to grab the opponent, but Feng Xiangyue drew his sword and slashed forward, exhausting all his strength with each blow, as if he wanted to vent all the grief and self-blame for many years.

The blade slammed into the wall with a "clang" sound, and Feng Xiangyue screamed, as if crying blood, "Let him go! Stop it! Otherwise, I will never let you go! "

Hai Jing saw him like this, his heart twisted inexplicably, and he stepped forward to grab his arm, "Feng Xiangyue! Calm down!"

However, when Feng Xiangyue turned his head, the long sword in his hand charged straight at him.

Hai Jing hurriedly turned sideways, and the sword edge brushed past his cheek, stained with blood.Taking this opportunity, he passed through Feng Xiangyue's armpit with one hand, and hit Feng Xiangyue on the back of the head with the other, knocking him out.

Feng Xiangyue's body went limp, and she slid weakly to the ground.Hai Jing hurriedly reached out to hug him, hugged him and sat against the wall, and took out Miaoyi's sachet.

He was about to cover the sachet when Feng Xiangyue suddenly slipped from his body and fell to the ground.Hai Jing had no choice but to help him up again, wrapped his arms around him, and covered his mouth and nose with the sachet.

Feng Xiangyue leaned against Hai Jing's chest, her rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and her tense body slowly relaxed.Seeing that his hallucinations had resolved, Hai Jing put the sachet back into his sleeve and wiped the sweat off his neck.

Looking at his tired face, Hai Jing suddenly couldn't bear to wake him up, so he hugged him quietly without any movement.

However, at this moment, Feng Xiangyue's face showed pain again, and he grabbed the clothes on Hai Jing's chest, "Brother! If you want to go, let's go together! Don't leave me!"

His voice was urgent and sad, and he hugged Hai Jing tightly in anxiety, as if he was afraid that the other party would disappear.Hai Jing was also stunned for a moment, and hugged him back hard to control his aggressive movements.

Feng Xiangyue curled up in Hai Jing's arms, clinging to his chest, her body calmed down, but she began to cry, "If it wasn't for me...how could you...sorry...sorry..."

He kept moaning, and a teardrop quietly leaked from the corner of his eye.Hai Jing circled his arm and paused, feeling a little pity in his shock.He didn't know what was wrong with him for a moment, but he whispered softly next to Feng Xiangyue's ear: "Xiangyue, it's okay, I'm here."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the back of Feng Xiangyue's neck, and hugged him more gently, "Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

His voice was as gentle as a drizzle of spring breeze, his fingers ran down his long black hair, and gently patted Feng Xiangyue's back, every slap was so gentle.

Feng Xiangyue groaned, his expression gradually eased, and his body became more relaxed, and finally fell asleep quietly leaning against Hai Jing's arms, but did not let go of the hand holding Hai Jing's lapel.

Hai Jing stared at his face, his eyes suddenly became extremely soft.He wiped away the tears from the corners of Feng Xiangyue's eyes with his fingertips, and inexplicably wanted to take off the human skin mask, but just as he put his fingers on Feng Xiangyue's ears, he stopped hesitantly and did not make a move after all.

Even breathing was rising and falling in the ear, Feng Xiangyue seemed to be sleeping quite deeply.Hai Jing laughed helplessly, wrapped his arms around him and drew him closer to his chest, and murmured: "Seeing that you are always so vigilant, take a good rest now."

Surrounded by the light, the figures of the two cuddling together cast interlaced shadows on the ground, which were stretched by the flickering firelight, as long as the time at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Xiangyue opened his eyes, and saw Hai Jing looking at him with a smile, his face glowing warmly under the candlelight.The body temperature spread to the skin through the skirt, and Feng Xiangyue was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that she was being held in Hai Jing's arms.

"You, what are you doing!" Feng Xiangyue's heart throbbed for a while, and he realized that he was longing for Hai Jing's hug and touch. Get up in embarrassment.

Although he had such an attitude, Hai Jing didn't care. He patted his clothes and stood up with a smile on his face, "Have you rested? Then let's go quickly."

At this moment, Feng Xiangyue knew that she had other feelings for Hai Jing, and her heart was full of conflicts. Under the confusion, she pulled out her long sword with a "choke" and pointed it at Hai Jing.

Hai Jing looked at the sword in his throat, then looked at Feng Xiangyue, "Master Gu, why are you pointing the sword at me?"

"Stop playing stupid! Why did I fall asleep on top of you!" Feng Xiangyue tried his best to make his voice cold, but there was a hint of tremor.

Hai Jing tilted his head to look at him, and smiled playfully, "You should know this better than me."

Feng Xiangyue gritted her teeth, flicked the sword in her hand, and really drew a scar on Hai Jing's neck.

However, Hai Jing seemed to feel no pain, letting a stream of blood drip from his neck, and walked straight towards Feng Xiangyue.