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The first thing that catches the eye is the rough dark brown wall top of the stone room. Yan Qingchuan moved his gaze down a little bit, only to see the worried young woman looking at her from above.

"Master Yan, how do you feel?" Xie Yu'an held her hand tightly with one hand, and helped her smooth the broken hair stuck to the side of her face with the other hand.

Yan Qingchuan could no longer remember what happened at the moment of Taiqing's explosion. Fortunately, fortunately, Xie Yu'an was fine.

She slowly raised her hand and touched Xie Yu'an's face, her voice was a little hoarse: "Why... wear this mask?"

Xie Yu'an's body froze, her pupils flickered slightly, and after a while, she seemed to have made up her mind, her eyes became more determined.

She stared at Yan Qingchuan, and said word by word: "It's not a mask, this is what I am."

Yan Qingchuan's eyes were stained with confusion, her fingertips slowly moved across Xie Yu'an's face, and finally moved to the chin, if it was a mask, there would be a slight sense of frustration, but what she touched was only a smooth and delicate piece of skin .

There was a hint of shock in her bewildered eyes, and she forced herself to maintain a calm face, frowning and lightly reprimanded: "Don't make such a joke."

Xie Yu'an smiled wryly: "It's not a joke, nor is it a joke."

Yan Qingchuan withdrew his hand suddenly, probably due to a surge of energy and blood, she couldn't help coughing, and the cough made her bloodless face turn sickly red.

Xie Yu'an hurriedly helped her up halfway, and stroked her back, "What I'm going to say next, you may not be able to understand or believe it." She paused, then held Yan Qingchuan's shoulders, and said seriously: "But no matter what , I hope you can believe me, believe that I am real, and I am true to your heart."

Yan Qingchuan wanted to retreat, but Xie Yu'an held his shoulders firmly, and he couldn't even retreat half a point.

"Do you still remember what I told you before, this world is not just the one you see, there are countless worlds in the vast universe, and I come from another world completely different from this world."

Xie Yu'an looked at Yan Qingchuan, who was a little dull, and continued: "That world is relatively more democratic and peaceful, and everyone can pursue the life they want to live. Although it also has imperfections, overall , it is a wonderful world."

Yan Qingchuan's expression was a little bewildered, and he said in a daze, "Then...why did you come to my world?"

Xie Yu'an was dumb, and after a long silence, she slowly opened her mouth: "I once read a book about a young girl who grew up with great ambitions. When she was 16 years old, her father was framed by an adulterer. When she died, all her relatives left the stage, leaving her alone in the world."

"She walked forward with a lot of undead and grievances on her back, vowing to seek justice for her father and justice for herself." Xie Yu'an said hoarsely: "You asked me before why I know you so well, know your temper, understand you Like, that’s because I met you earlier than you thought, I already knew your whole life before I came to this world, before we met each other.”

Yan Qingchuan's bewildered eyes disappeared little by little, and the light in those quiet eyes disappeared instantly. She was silent for a long time, so long that Xie Yu'an thought she could not accept this fact, but she finally spoke, without hoarseness or excessive emotion. , she just asked calmly: "Then what am I?"

Xie Yu'an's throat tightened.

Yan Qingchuan slowly grabbed her hand, raised his voice and asked again, "Then what am I? If I'm just a character in someone else's writing, if I'm a character in a book, then what was the time when I was happy with my family when I was young? Those years What is the pain of the loss of a parent? What is the belief that I have always stood by?"

"What meaning do these various memories I have experienced give me?" Yan Qingchuan's eyes were filled with mist, but he still stubbornly refused to let it drop. She grabbed Xie Yu'an and wanted to ask her for an answer. It proves that my life is not a dream, and the past I have experienced is not a mediocre narrative written by others.

But... it seems that everything seems meaningless.

Xie Yu'an clearly saw this inner monologue in Yan Qingchuan's eyes. She hugged her tightly and held her tightly in her arms, using the pain in her flesh and blood and the warmth of each other to prove that everything is meaningful of.

"You are you, Yan Qingchuan, my Lord Yan, you are not just a paper character outlined in the book with no warmth, you exist vividly in this world, and the world you live in also vividly Live in my heart, is unique, is the only one in the world.”

"Everything you have experienced, everything in your past, your happiness, pain, and hatred, including the relationship between you and me, these are all real and can be felt by you , are meaningful."

Xie Yu'an bowed his head, and pressed his lips against Yan Qingchuan's eyes that were about to shed tears, "To me, you have never been just a short three-character name. Yan Qingchuan is Yan Qingchuan, and Yan Qingchuan is not just Yan Qingchuan, but What I want in my heart is what I have been looking forward to all my life." After she finished speaking, she felt Yan Qingchuan's eyelashes tremble slightly, and the hand holding her arm hugged her back.

"Fortunately, you... are back." There was a choked sob, like a wounded and curled up fragile little animal, but Xie Yu'an knew that this voice, full of gratitude and fear, came from the always tough and independent Yan Qingchuan.

Almost all of Yan Qingchuan's fragile appearances are only shown in front of her eyes.

And those moments of Yan Qingchuan's fragile collapse that she had never seen, she swallowed the pain alone, hiding the wound with a seemingly cold appearance.

Xie Yu'an felt a dull pain in her heart, so painful that she could only hug Yan Qingchuan tighter and tighter, whispering in her ear, comforting him tirelessly.

After a while, Yan Qingchuan's mood gradually calmed down. She rested her forehead on Xie Yu'an's shoulder, then suddenly took Xie Yu'an's hand, and bit the back of her hand.

The sharp-toothed and sharp-mouthed Mr. Yan is naturally fierce in biting people, and this time he slammed hard. Xie Yu'an, who has always been the most pain-resistant, broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, but he still held back his mouth and waited for Yan Qingchuan to let go. Finally, she took a breath and said: "If you still don't feel relieved, Mr. Yan can do whatever you want."

As soon as she finished speaking, her shoulders were pushed, and she fell straight onto the bed, hitting the back of her head against the stone wall. Yan Qingchuan lay on top of her, with his arms resting on her waist. Without fading, he threatened fiercely: "If you lie to me again, I will bite you to death."

She was full of momentum, but Xie Yu'an was completely distracted. She looked at Yan Qingchuan with black hair and shawls, her fair face was covered with water stains, and her lips were delicate, her heart beat violently.

Xie Yu'an's eyes became a little dark, she turned against the guest, leaned forward, and kissed Yan Qingchuan's lips.

This kiss was gentle, but not pure, mixed with obvious desire.

Yan Qingchuan's body was weakened by her kiss, his breathing became disordered, and his back, which was always straight, just bent into Xie Yu'an's arms.

The gentle and clean breath on Xie Yu'an's body and the warm and pleasant temperature in her embrace are so engrossing. She feels like she is in the clouds, but she doesn't feel the weightlessness of stepping on the air. All she is surrounded by is surrounded by layers of soft white clouds. Live the feeling.

She knew that if she fell, Xie Yu'an would catch her.

This guy who seemed unreliable from the first time we met, has never been unreliable in front of her.

Yan Qingchuan restrained his shyness, and called hoarsely: "Xie Yu'an..."

Xie Yu'an licked the corner of her lips, and gave a low hum in response.

"Ok?"

"I hurt..." The soft ending made Xie Yu'an unable to control herself at all, she pressed against Yan Qingchuan's burning cheek and asked impatiently: "Where does it hurt?"

Hearing the smile in her voice, Yan Qingchuan shoved her away with some shame, his expression was ferocious, but his tone was devoid of momentum, only revealing a coquettish anger: "My mouth hurts, it hurts to death, Are you a dog, you only know how to bite me."

Xie Yu'an raised the red and swollen back of his hand that was bitten by Yan Qingchuan and shook it, "Then what do you mean when Mr. Yan bites me so hard? Only state officials are allowed to light fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps? Or is Mr. Yan a cat with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth?" kitten."

If it was normal, Yan Qingchuan ordered to choke back immediately, but now she saw the red and swollen back of Xie Yu'an's teeth marks, and realized that she had just bitten hard. She quickly held Xie Yu'an's hand, and touched the wound carefully ,"I......"

She originally wanted to say sorry, but there was still a little bit of anger in her heart that Xie Yu'an had been deceiving her all this time.

But Xie Yu'an always seems to be able to understand her thoughts, Xie Yu'an stopped, and comforted her in turn: "It doesn't matter, I am stubborn." After finishing speaking, Xie Yu'an got up from the bed, caressed her face lovingly and said: "Lord Yan , I'm going to do something serious now, and I'll be back later, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Yan Qingchuan didn't stop her, just nodded, and still said the trusting "I'll wait for you."

Xie Yu'an kissed her on the forehead. After leaving the stone room, Wen Qi and Zhou's siblings were waiting outside. Wen Qi grabbed her arm and asked, "Where's the little monkey?"

"She's fine, don't worry, as for my identity, I'll tell you when I come back later."

Wen Qi let go of his hand and nodded: "Okay."

Xie Yu'an immediately left Wen Ruo Pavilion and came to the deserted countryside. The howling cold wind passed by, but a raging anger suddenly arose in her heart.

She tentatively called out to the system in her heart: "System, are you still there?"

Three seconds later, the familiar electronic voice sounded, "Here."

"Did the black hand die in that explosion?"

"No."

As expected.Xie Yu'an's gaze became cold, "Help me one last time, and I will never ask you again in the future. I will bear all the misfortunes and fortunes by myself."

The system was silent for two seconds and asked, "How can I help you?"

Xie Yuan said calmly: "Send me to see that person."

The system didn't ask any more questions, and only calmly agreed: "The system number 2071 is serving you for the last time. I wish you good luck in the future."

The moment the electronic sound disappeared, Xie Yu'an fell into a dark vacuum space, and after a short feeling of falling, she fell to the ground.

The dark eyes were torn apart by the light bit by bit, and she saw that it was a dark room, with a vague figure of a man leaning on the bed not far away, who was wiping the large area of ​​burn marks on his arm with his bare hands , There was a painful wheezing sound from his mouth.

Xie Yu'an approached him step by step. Hearing the sound, the man immediately picked up the mask on the bed and covered his face, and said sharply, "Who?!"

After seeing Xie Yu'an's figure clearly, he took a breath: "Is it you?"

"You're not dead?"

He was about to call for someone immediately, but Xie Yu'an had already walked to the side of the couch and pinched his neck with his bare hands.

That slender and bony hand seemed to contain infinite power, and it could crush his throat in the next moment. The man thought about the scene where the other party disappeared out of thin air under his nose last time, and knew that she would not speak to him Opportunity, he gave up struggling, and only let out a rough laugh in his throat: "I have always been curious, you have such supernatural power, why didn't you just kill me, but spent a lot of time and money to fight with me?"

Xie Yu'an stared at the man wearing an iron mask to hide his true face in the dim light, raised his eyebrows and said, "Divine power? That's right. To you, I am a god. As long as I think about it, I can kill you right now."

The man sneered, without any fear in his eyes.

Xie Yu'an's eyes became colder, and he said slowly: "But I won't kill you, I won't even take off your mask to see your true face, do you know why?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, she continued: "Because I look down on you, from the bottom of my heart, I know what people like you are most afraid of, and what you are afraid of is that your true face will be exposed to the world, so you only dare to be cowardly." Hiding behind this mask and being a shameless coward, you are afraid of gossip and popular disapproval.

This is also the reason why you want to seek to usurp the throne, but you dare not directly raise troops to rebel, and spend so much time and effort planning. You want to get the throne, but you also want to win the support of the people of the world. "

"A person like you is not afraid of death. What you are afraid of is that your dreams will be broken. What you are afraid of is becoming a loser and being spurned. Then I will tell you now that everything you want will not be what you want. All the things you have done in the past I will uncover all the shameless deeds one by one, and you will eventually be betrayed by all relatives, insulted by the world, and will be recorded in the annals of history forever."

Xie Yu'an let go of her hands, and stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at the man who was panting violently on the couch. She used the most flat tone to show her deep contempt: "If you want to get everything you desire, then kill me first."

"Remember my appearance, if you want the world, then come to kill the gods, and see if you have the ability to cover the sky with one hand and look at the world with disdain." After Xie Yu'an finished speaking, he turned around suddenly, and his figure gradually disappeared into the dark corner of the room .

The rest of the man in the quiet room was panting heavily. After a while, he waved away the things in front of the desk, and the things smashed to pieces on the ground.

A voice came from outside the house asking: "Master, are you alright?"

The man's chest was still heaving violently. He hadn't felt this kind of extreme anger for many years. He crushed a teacup, and the porcelain splattered everywhere.

"Slaying gods? Alright, I'll be the first person in the world to kill gods."