After awakening the memory of the world

Ji Qingyan treated the wound casually, and when he was sure that it was no longer bleeding, he raised his head and searched for the place where the singing came from. Ice flowers projected tremblingly on the coalesced ice.

Ji Qingyan's body was stiff, he pursed his lips tightly, held his palm slightly, and pressed down his solid spear slightly.

He was so vigilant against the voices in the dark that he ignored his bad situation. The pressure brought by the unfamiliar environment made Ji Qingyan a little uneasy. He subconsciously bit his lip. He looked a little confused. Not sure where it came from.

Like a swan song echoing in the sky, it sounded again when the ice flowers bloomed. Ji Qingyan could no longer see the things around him clearly, only the drifting mist gradually blurred everything.

His vision was obstructed, and all his senses dropped again and again. Ji Qingyan simply closed his eyes, and the icy cold frost rushed towards his face, scattering silvery brilliance on the lake.

And the fog became heavier, and sharp ice crystals floated in the air, scratching Ji Qingyan's neck.

He only felt that his Adam's apple was hot, and the severe pain burned along the skin. Ji Qingyan stretched out his hand to cover the wound, bent his body close to the lake, and the chill swept over him in an instant.

Ji Qingyan curled up, he gritted his teeth, his thin eyelids could not stop the erosion of wind and frost, Ji Qingyan almost couldn't grasp the spear in his hand, the star energy broke from the middle and dissipated in the air.

Ji Qingyan avoided the sharp ice crystals around him, and the unfolded pages immediately emitted a cobalt blue brilliance, lingering around Ji Qingyan's side, blocking the violent wind and snow outside.

But the singing sound was still there, the harp music was like a lingling stream falling down, Ji Qingyan covered his throat with one hand, and the moment he warmed up, blood rushed out from between his fingers.

Ji Qingyan tore off the book, covered his neck with the afterglow of star energy, and hastily closed the wound. He summoned his shield, but bumped into the raging storm head-on.

The singing was melodious, and a beam of swaying brilliance fell, like a judgment descending, interrogating the sinful prisoners.

Ji Qingyan opened his eyes, tears filled his eyes, he didn't know why he was crying, but it seemed that crying never needed a reason.

The wind and snow were disturbed by this sudden miracle, and when Ji Qingyan came back to his senses, his abdomen was pierced by a scepter with a ruby ​​inlaid on its tail.

Ji Qingyan opened his eyes wide, and tried to grasp the sky with his broken eyes. His body was covered in snowflakes, warm blood spilled to the wound, and the lack of life made him feel dazed.

The surrounding sounds seemed to be covered with a thick layer of veil. When the light shone on Ji Qingyan's body, he felt tired and sad from the struggle.

The softly chanted ballad gradually dissipated, and he closed his eyes tiredly, his eyelids drooped, and a thin layer of cold frost condensed on his eyelashes.

The frost and snow climbed up Ji Qingyan's face, almost covering him under the ice.

The ballad pierced through the cold, waveless water. Ji Qingyan could feel the passing of life, but he didn't struggle.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, he bumped into a warm embrace. When Ji Qingyan struggled to open his eyes, there was only a blurry figure in front of him.

Like the hope of a drowning person, Ji Qingyan tightly held onto the shadow's hand, and the glazed tiles made up the color of the sky, making everything silent for an instant.

Xi Jiansong frowned slightly, and held Ji Qingyan's hand back, the electric snake flickered, and during the time Xi Jiansong saw, the rising smoke enveloped the blank lake.

After Xi Jiansong treated Ji Qingyan's wound urgently, he carried Ji Qingyan on his back. The other side was as cold as a piece of ice just fished out of the lake.

Ji Qingyan rested his head on Xi Jiansong's back in a trance. His head was in pain. The severe wound on his abdomen still had coagulation of star energy. The blood mixed with a heavy fishy smell overflowed from Ji Qingyan's mouth. .

The hot and humid blood soaked Xi Jiansong's shoulders. If it wasn't for the medical alarm triggered by the aurora, Ji Qingyan might have died in this subspace. Qingyan left this place.

Ji Qingyan's eyes could barely see, as if looking at the world through a piece of frosted glass, he could realize that he was carried by someone, he was about to be saved, Ji Qingyan thought.

But Ji Qingyan didn't feel lucky for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, he was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, only the wound was throbbing constantly, which seemed to prove that he was still alive.

But what's the point?Ji Qingyan thought, he didn't regret going to Longtan alone, he didn't even care about the price he had to pay in life, and he didn't care whether he died or survived.

He pursued the truth and the silence in the dream to dilute the memory of the other world, but until now, Ji Qingyan realized that this is a fundamentally impossible thing to do.

He shouted hoarsely, but he couldn't match the distance brought by the distance. Ji Qingyan's fingertips moved, and he didn't even realize that his eyes were full of tears.

All the glory is just a fleeting moment. When the opera ends, the loneliness and emptiness brought about by the end of the opera will exist for a long time.

The sadness behind these joys is full of despair and indifference, Ji Qingyan doesn't know why he has to work so hard, his tears are mixed with the blood that is gradually melting, and stained on Xi Jiansong's back.

"Ji Qingyan," Xi Jiansong called out his name, he seemed to be able to distinguish tears and painful despair, trying to call Ji Qingyan back with his voice.

"...Well," Ji Qingyan's voice was very small, and the severe nasal voice made it difficult for him to hear what he said. The wind and snow were blowing around him, and Xi Jiansong walked a long way with Ji Qingyan on his back. The storm is isolated on the outermost side.

"Why did you come here alone?" Xi Jiansong tried to soften his voice, but worry took up most of it, and he still asked anxiously.

Ji Qingyan blinked, shaking off the water stains in his eye sockets, he was a little slow to recognize Xi Jiansong's voice, and opened his mouth in confusion.

"...I don't know," Ji Qingyan grasped his palm tightly, lowered his eyes slightly, he thought for a while before he said, "I always have a feeling that I can find something here."

"You are too radical," Xi Jiansong said in a deep voice.

Ji Qingyan's eyes moved slightly, and his brows almost knit together, as if he wanted to refute something, but he still couldn't say it, he just sighed softly.

"But it turns out that my idea is not wrong," Ji Qingyan said in a low voice, "isn't it?"

"But I don't deny that you said I was radical," Ji Qingyan's voice was erratic, as if he was caught in some memory, Shen Mu's pain filled his eyes instantly.