When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

After Yan Yu finished the retreat, he heard from the demon servant that Xie Shi had gathered a group of people to go to Xie's house to seek revenge.

He thought for a while, and in a flash, he also came to Xie's house.

Looking around, there are scorched earth, corpses and blood all around. The originally bustling mansion of the aristocratic family has become a ruin, billowing thick smoke straight into the sky.

Yan Yu was no stranger to such a bloody scene. He was dressed in a dark suit like ink, and shuttled lightly through the messy mansion.

A figure in white was particularly eye-catching in the blood red everywhere.

Yan Yu walked over quickly, stopped ten steps away from the man, and looked at him in surprise.

I saw the man standing sideways, dressed in white, but the hem, cuffs and front were spattered with a large amount of blood, like red plum blossoms falling all over the white snow.

"Are you Xiaoshi, or Xie Zhiwei?" Yan Yu asked while thinking.

Hearing his voice, the person in front of him turned his head slowly and looked over. There was no emotion in his pair of bright eyes, blood and snow were intertwined.

Yan Yu saw both Xie Shi's appearance and Xie Zhiwei's shadow from him.

Two people appeared together... Did something happen?

When Yan Yu was thinking, he noticed that the hands of the person in front of him were stained with blood, and reminded him: "Hey, your hands are dirty."

Hearing the words, the man in blood-colored white looked down, slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, and asked irrelevantly, "Is it dirty? I don't think so."

The man paused for a moment, looking at the blood on his hands as if in a daze, he smiled wryly and said: "I used to think that killing and blood were sinful, but until today, I realized that this is really the happiest thing in the world."

Hearing this, Yan Yu raised his eyebrows, and called out uncertainly, "Xie Zhiwei?"

Before he finished speaking, the person in front of him changed his expression again, with a big smile on his mouth, raised his head, and stretched out his hands towards Yan Yu, palms facing up.

"Brother Xiu Ling," he smiled sweetly, his eyes sparkled, and he handed the blood on his hand to Yan Yu like a bouquet of flowers, "Look, I finally avenged my parents with my own hands! I'm so happy!"

When the corners of his mouth were raised to the highest point, transparent tears rolled down from his eye sockets, forming two dark water marks on his cheeks.

He choked up and said, "But parents and they will never come back."

He looked at Yan Yu intently, opened his arms, and approached him step by step, as if to hug him.

"Brother Xiu Ling, I only have you, don't leave me."

Yan Yu's eyes trembled, and he called out in a very soft voice: "Xiaoshi... I'm here."

Just before the person in front of him fell, Yan Yu leaned forward and hugged him violently.

The person in his arms closed his eyes tightly, as if he suddenly fell into a coma, and the two tear stains on his face were new and crystal clear.

Yan Yu looked distressed, and while the man in his arms was unconscious, he gently stroked the tears on his face with cold white fingertips.

Shenzi's tears used Yan Yu's fingertips as the soil, blooming corroded rouge-colored wounds.

But he didn't care.

Yan Yu left a group of demon cultivators to clean up the battlefield in the ruins of Xie's house, while he quickly returned to the magic palace with the unconscious man in his arms.

He carefully checked the other party's body, but found no external or internal injuries.

In addition to being worried, Yan Yu had no choice but to cover the other party with a quilt, and stood by the bed, calmly waiting for the other party to wake up.

During the process, Yan Yu dozed off strangely.

He actually dreamed of Xie Zhiwei, who was dressed in a white robe like snow, standing on the peak of the peach-blossoming Yunyun Peak, looking at him calmly.

Yan Yu didn't understand his intention, but it didn't stop him from walking forward, standing facing Xie Zhiwei, and greeted with a smile: "Xie Xianjun, are you remembering the past?"

To his surprise, Xie Zhiwei, who had always been honest with him, nodded his head and gave a faint "hmm".

Yan Yu smiled casually, with unknown meaning.

"In these years, I have often thought about the meaning of my existence." Xie Zhiwei's voice was full of emotion, turned around, looked at the tumbling sea of ​​clouds under Yunyun Peak, and continued, "Actually, I should have died a long time ago , instead of lingering like this."

Yan Yu crossed his arms and put forward an idea: "It is rumored that there is a puppet technique in the world, maybe in the future you will be able to separate from Xiaozhi, use the puppet as your body, and live the life you want."

"The life I want?" Xie Zhiwei repeated the last few words of Yan Yu's words.

He murmured for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile, "I don't have the life I want. All my love and hate stayed a thousand years ago, it's already a foregone conclusion, and I can't change it. I just want to sleep well now, and then Never wake up."

Although Xie Zhiwei and him are old enemies, Yan Yu still thinks he has some martial arts virtues. Looking at his old enemy who has lost all hope, he tried to comfort him: "Don't be so pessimistic, you can completely abandon the past, start over, and contact with a new identity. new things."

Xie Zhiwei closed his eyes, "Abandon the past, am I still me?"

Yan Yu didn't understand, but Xie Zhiwei took the initiative to explain. He opened his eyes and responded lightly: "I actually started over again. That person is Xie Shi, another me completely different from me."

Yan Yu seems to understand, he understands the meaning of the other party's words, but he thinks there is no need to be so entangled in thinking.

No matter what is not me, as long as it is alive, it is the same me.

"you……"

Yan Yu wanted to continue to say something, but saw Xie Zhiwei raised his hand, with the back of his hand facing outwards, frowned, and said helplessly, "I'm here to say goodbye to you, not to hear you comfort me."

After speaking, he paused, and took a serious look at Yan Yu, "I think clearly."

Yan Yu spread out his hands, put away the smile on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Give me a reason, I don't want to hear those empty words that hurt the spring and the autumn."

"I don't understand, between us, why do you have to be so earnest?" Xie Zhiwei opened his mouth, half stunned and half puzzled to ask back.

He and him, the Son of God and the Demon Seed, were old enemies who had been entangled for half their lives and died together in the fire.

Yan Yu pursed his lips, and replied forcefully, "These words are for Xie Hengzhi."

Xie Zhiwei looked at him blankly.

"If Xie Heng's heart is ashamed, Wu Ming will comfort him." Yan Yu continued.

Apart from the relationship of old enemies, they were also short-lived friends, but they fought endlessly in the previous life, and no one realized it.

Xie Zhiwei stared at him for a while, then turned his head suddenly, as if afraid of being discovered by others.

The breeze blew across the top of the mountain, and the fire had not yet ignited on the Yunyun Peak in the dream. The peach blossom trees were covered with flower buds, and the fragrance of flowers permeated the surroundings.

After being quiet for a long time, Xie Zhiwei finally spoke, and slowly said to Yan Yu: "I need to pay for my life."

"what?"

"At Xie's house, I killed my adoptive parents."

Yan Yu became more and more surprised, and said, "Eh... if you kill it, you kill it."

These words are cold and thin, showing the true qualities of a devil.

In the Demon Realm where there are constant fights and disputes, dead people are as simple and casual as drinking water and eating. Unless the dead people are very important to you, they are not worth caring about at all.

"..." Xie Zhiwei realized the difference between him and Yan Yu's concept, kept silent, and continued, "Although I am avenging my biological parents, I have enjoyed the kindness of their nurturing for many years. I killed them, and I should also Pay back with your life, otherwise, it is unfilial."

"Hey," Yan Yu sighed, "Why bother? You survived so hard, so don't be so rigid and pedantic."

Xie Zhiwei looked at Yan Yu who was having a headache from persuading him, and rarely curled the corners of his lips, the arc was so slight that it was hard to detect.

"I've made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me any more." There was a bit of pride in his indifferent tone, like a general who had won a battle.

Clouds and fog surround Jueyun Peak, peach blossoms are burning on the top of the peak, and spring stretches like the sea.

The two stood for a long time, suddenly Xie Zhi raised his eyes slightly, looked at the hazy sky, and said to Yan Yu, "You should go."

Afterwards, Yan Yu's body uncontrollably moved away from the top of Cloud's End Peak.

In other words, Cloud's End Peak was leaving him at a fast speed.

Those brilliant spring colors gradually shrunk, and the white mist covered them from both sides, blocking the crimson fire burning on the top of Cloud's End Peak.

The flame was familiar and unfamiliar, but what was different from thousands of years ago was that there was only one person in the flame this time.

Yan Yu opened his eyes wide.With his excellent eyesight, he could clearly see the figure in white curling up slowly in the flames until it was so bent that it could no longer bend.

It's like a puff of snow that melts in the late winter and early spring.

No matter how lightly death is said, the pain caused by death cannot be ignored.

The body burns, the skin melts, gradually suffocates, and the vitality is annihilated...

Yan Yu recalled the fire caused by the self-explosion of his dantian back then, thinking that Xie Zhiwei should be in pain at this moment.

……

At the same time that Yan Yu woke up from his doze, the person lying on the bed also opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at him in panic.

"Brother Xiu Ling, I had a nightmare. There was a big fire in the dream. I was trapped in the fire, and I couldn't get out no matter how I ran."

Yan Yu lay on the head of the bed in a dozing position, stretched out his finger, and flicked Xie Shi's forehead.

"It hurts!" Xie Shi cried out in shock, covering his forehead.

Yan Yu laughed heartlessly, and said quietly, "It hurts! It means you woke up, and what happened in your dream doesn't matter anymore."

Xie Shi pursed his lips, and flung himself to Yan Yu's side for comfort in aggrieved manner, and threw the quilt to the side of the bed together.

Yan Yu caught him, but didn't use much force.

Then, the two were rolled into a long strip by the soft bedding, and rolled onto the carpet in the center of the bedroom.

Xie Shi didn't expect this, he was stunned for a while, and then he hid under the blanket and refused to come out, and even dragged Yan Yu to prevent him from crawling out.

"Brother Xiu Ling," Xie Shi said, "The floor is cold, but the quilt is warm."

Yan Yu pinched his fair and tender face, and asked a question angrily: "Xiao Shi, then, do you think it's warmer to put the quilt on the floor, or on the bed?"

Xie Shi thought for a while, but didn't answer, watching Yan Yu crawl out of the quilt silently.

Afterwards, he wrapped himself in the quilt and shook, using his spiritual power to form a wind, blowing away the dust on the quilt from all directions.

Holding a clean as new quilt, Xie Shi returned to the bed in the magic palace, and he did not forget to clean the shoes and socks on the way.

Yan Yu returned to the bed, and was dragged to the bed by Xie Shi, and they rested together.

The two of them were covered with quilts, chatting one after another.

Xie Shi told Yan Yu what he did during his retreat, how he found the real culprit behind the scenes, and finally how he avenged his parents.

Yan Yu talked about his cultivation achievements, and predicted that he would usher in a catastrophe in two or three years.

While chatting, Xie Shi fell asleep again, and when he woke up again, his body became very hot, but his mind seemed refreshed.

"Brother Xiuling, I'm dreaming again." He leaned against Yan Yu's arms, allowing the other party's spiritual power to penetrate into his dantian, murmuring intermittently, "This time, I'm in a dungeon, hanging in front of me. Looking at a person whose face cannot be seen clearly."

After a while, Xie Shi said again: "Well, a lot of books..."

"I sit in one place, and people around me praise me for being amazing."

"There were two people who were crying and laughing at the same time... They were clearly reluctant, but they said it was for my own good."

……

Xie Shi's consciousness seemed to be between sobriety and fuzziness, as if he had a high fever, he tightly grasped the corner of Yan Yu's clothes, stubbornly asking him to stay by his side.

This state lasted for about seven days.

Seven days later, Xie Shi stopped talking nonsense. He opened his eyes, looked at Yan Yu blankly, and called out, "Brother Xiu Ling?"

Yan Yu was staying next to him, reviewing documents, and casually dealing with major decisions in the Demon Realm.

Hearing Xie Shi's shout, he responded lightly: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"He seems to be gone in my previous life." Xie Shi recalled the experience of the past few days, and slowly speculated, "We seem to have merged."

Yan Yu lightly paused the hand holding the pen, "Okay, I got it."

They may have been old enemies, they may have been friends, but now it doesn't matter.Because with Xie Zhiwei's initiative to integrate, all grievances and entanglements are completely over.

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