[Ancient 2] This body and my body

"Ah Yi, you did all of this by yourself?"

Xie Yi stood in front of the Yanjia furnace, his eyes full of admiration.

"Using black iron forging meteorite as the cavity, painted with 'gathering spirit' and 'strong fire', the outer wall is supplemented by 'restoration', 'absolute', 'hidden' and 'condensation', then use thousand-year-old rocking wood as the shell, and wrap it with ice silk. Wujin, bronze, and others... You are no worse than me in the Yanshu field."

Xie Yi bowed his head and fiddled with his right hand which had just been adjusted, his fingers moved nimbly, as if he didn't hear Xie Yi's words.

It took him a long time to stop his movements, and his lowered hands were covered by the wide sleeves.Walking to Xie Yi's side, he looked up at his work, stretched out his hand to caress its outer wall, the smile on the corner of his lips was real and gentle.

"It's still a little short. It won't be over until I draw a magic circle on the outer layer that can strengthen the heat generated by the spiritual power in the furnace and radiate up and down along the passage."

As soon as Xie withdrew his hand, there was a little loneliness in his brows and eyes that he didn't even notice.

"After that, you and I don't need to intervene anymore. You only need to find some Lieshan people to repair the periphery of this Yanjia furnace, and then it can really be put into use."

Hearing the sound, Xie Yi turned his head to look at Xie Yi, seeing the almost unrecognizable dimness in his eyes, depressed.

As Xie Yi said, in December, he began to transfer matters related to Yanjia Furnace to the high priest.

This is about Xie Yi's first job in Liuyue City, and it may be the last job, so it came to an end.

Perhaps it was caused by reluctance, the closer he was to leaving, Xie Yi's heart palpitations became more frequent, and sometimes he felt a little tired, and even once, he fell asleep in a daze, only to find that he was still there when he woke up. Maintain the posture of sitting at the desk and holding a pen to draw a map.

Xie Yi came to see him from time to time, and had seen him a few times when he was so out of his mind. He was both funny and sad in his heart. He just wished to show his never-ending, depressed mood, always looking sad. The downtrodden young man hugged him tightly and bit him fiercely, forcing him to admit that there are times when he is powerless, and there are times when he wants to rely on others.

But no matter how reluctant he was, Xie Yi still finished drawing the last map before January came.

He put down his pen, stood up and wanted to take a last look at the Yanjia Furnace he made, but lost consciousness the next moment he got up and fell to the ground.

Bearing in mind that today is the day when Xie Yi will go home, Xie Yi finished handling the affairs at hand early and ran back excitedly, during the period, he directly ignored Feng Ya's appearance of always being picky and provocative at him.

Due to the difference in status and the high priest's preference of knowing and knowing, Feng Ya "lost" to Xie Yi in the competition for the head of the Hall of Life and Death, and had no choice but to become Xie Yi who he had never been before. The little white-faced deputy who doesn't like him, the huge psychological gap and Xie Yi's gentle personality make Feng Ya keen to pick and fight against Xie Yi in his work.

Today, I wanted to happily provoke Feng Ya, the boss with my fair face, but just as he opened his mouth, Xie Yi brushed past him and ignored him. He held his breath in the bottom of his heart, thinking that Xie Yi's fair face looked down on him, so he went back I dropped the bamboo cup several times and held a grudge.

Xie Yi happily walked into the house, but what was waiting for him was an empty room.

Dazed for a moment, Xie Yi stretched out his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and smiled helplessly as if thinking of something, but his brows and eyes were full of tenderness, with willing indulgence.

"It's been a long time since I saw such a small waywardness."

It was as if he had spied on the unknown little secret of the always romantic and charming male god. Xie Yi, who was still somewhat young at heart, embraced such indescribable joy, walking all the way down, his steps were brisk, almost He was humming a little song.

……

"...Ah Yi?"

Breaking free from the initial state of bewilderment, Xie Yi managed to regain some composure, and called softly.

He knelt down in front of Xie Yi on one knee, lifted the unconscious young man on the ground, leaned against his arms, subconsciously stretched his hand into the wide sleeve, and put it on his wrist.

There was no agitation that symbolized life under his fingertips, Xie Yi only felt something violently explode in his mind, and his thoughts went blank for a moment.It wasn't until there was a tearing pain in his chest that he realized that the moment he was feeling his pulse, he had unconsciously held his breath.

Xie Yi leaned in Xie Yi's arms, the young man's face showed no expression, the gentle smile faded away, and the slightly sharp eyes were covered, the loneliness and loneliness that was hidden deep in it surfaced.

It seemed that he was so tired that he didn't want to wake up.

Xie Yi's fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, the panic in his eyes was gradually suppressed, his mind was still in a mess, and there were many voices ringing.

Xie Yi waited until the turbid air in his chest almost made him feel suffocated, and then slowly exhaled. With the clarity of that moment, he finally pulled a relatively clear line from the messy mind.

The moment is solid!

Pushing aside the folded skirt, Xie Yi pressed his hand on Xie Yi's chest, and after a long time, he felt the slight ups and downs under his palm.

The buzzing sound in the ears was squeezed together almost immediately, and then exploded, it was impossible to tell whether it was joy or the rejoicing of the rest of the life.

Xie Yi was stunned for a full stick of incense, and the cool temperature transmitted from Xie Yi's body dissipated the coldness spreading in Xie Yi's body inch by inch.

He lowered his head, hugged Xie Yi tightly into his arms, wanted to smile, but showed an expression close to crying.

Lack of energy, fatigue, incoordination, involuntary.

The various signs Xie Yi showed before were not, as he thought, the innocence of this man or the affectionate and interesting clumsiness. The turbid air escaping from the city is a little bit of erosion.

He has always wanted Xie Yi to rely on him a little more, and sometimes there is an indescribable almost distorted desire to see Xie Yi's always calm face showing a look of astonishment, obsession or something like that.But until now, he realized that he was still subconsciously letting himself rely on him, ignore him, and forget him because of that person's calmness, gentleness, and seeming omnipotence and indestructibility.

According to the records in the Hall of Birth and Death, Jumu used to be like a normal plant, blooming and bearing fruit. In the first hundred years since Liuyue City was first built, Jumu was very important to the isolated Lishan people who did not drink or eat. , is a rare delicacy.

But later, Liuyue City, which hangs high in the sky, was also eroded by the turbid air. The flowering period of the Jumu gradually shortened, and the number of Jumu's seeds decreased year by year. It is not uncommon for the Jumu to bear fruit every few years.A few years later, Jumu no longer bloomed, and Jumushi also disappeared.At that time, the people of the Lieshan tribe had not been affected by the thin turbid air in Liuyue City. It was not until hundreds of years later that the power of the Jumu was gradually exhausted, and the turbid air had nowhere to dissipate. It accumulated more and more in the city. The victims and children gradually showed signs of being invaded by the turbid air.

To this day, most of the Lieshan tribe living in Liuyue City have turbidity in their bodies, and ordinary people with low strength suffer from this pain every day. They are as powerful as the high priest, Tong Tong and many high-ranking priests, but they act as usual.

——Is it lively?

--do you like it?

—I want you to see where I grew up.

——If Master is free, can you walk around Liuyue City with Ah Yi from time to time?

Xie Yi closed his eyes as if overwhelmed, the darkness was full of Xie Yi's figures.

Together with Shen Ye, he went to see the clansman who was invaded by the turbidity, could not bear the pain and committed suicide, and also saw the clansman who was in pain when the turbidity broke out, now thinking that Xie Yi in his arms is bearing such pain, It's just that I can't wait to replace him with my body.

But he can't... Xie Yi, can't.

A shimmering bird flew to Xie Yi's side from outside the door, and Shen Ye's voice came from it.

"Master of the Hall of Birth and Death, Xie Yi, Priest of the Broken Army, go to the Silence Room immediately."

Xie Yi stood there blankly, slowly pursing the corners of his lips, and took a deep look at Xie Yi's peaceful face.

In the quiet room, only the little bird was flapping its wings vigorously, faithfully waiting for Xie Yi's answer.

Xie Yi closed his eyes, and let go of Xie Yi's hand, his knuckles were morbidly pale due to too much force.He was still half-kneeling, lowering his head and saluting slowly.

"Xie Yi... obey orders."

Xie Yi lay on the cold ground, as if falling asleep.

Xie Yi didn't look at him, turned around with difficulty but firmly, and took steps towards the door, walking faster and faster.

Almost at the moment when his figure disappeared into the stone gate, Xie Yi's brows and eyes showed a bit of determination, like a gust of wind blowing, he turned around and walked towards Xie Yi with big strides, the wide hem of his clothes rolled out green waves behind him.

Opening Xie Yi's chest cavity, he cut open his wrist, blood poured out impatiently, Xie Yi watched his blood drop by drop on the throbbing wood in Xie Yi's body, slowly covering it, Paint the turquoise fruit with a layer of bright viscous red, and a strange and strong sense of satisfaction floats in my heart.

The dizziness caused by blood loss made Xie Yi lower his eyes. He put the long knife beside him, knelt down in front of Xie Yi, and held his bleeding wrist motionlessly on Xie Yi's open chest.Xie Yi twitched the corners of his lips, then suddenly bent down and leaned close to Xie Yi's ear.

"……sorry."

The author has something to say: working overtime.

And these two pictures may be a bit messy, because I want to express my understanding of Xie Yi and Xie Yi, but my skills are limited, and the words may not convey the meaning. I don’t know if you can understand...