cold moon

Standing on the edge of the cliff outside the house, Linxuan watched the waves below the cliff set up a huge wave, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Amidst the sound of the waves, low and suppressed gasps and urges lingered in his ears.

Fang Ziyu suffers from swallowing blood ginseng for thousands of years in the house, and is still suffering alone.

Lin Xuan sighed slightly, turned around and walked into the house.

For the past seven days, I have given Fang Ziyu the healing medicine every day, and Fang Ziyu can also insist on enduring the pain brought to him by those rare herbs that ordinary people can't touch, just suppressing it.

I still remember that four days ago, I handed the asparagus grass to him and went to Xishan. When Linxuan came back, Fang Ziyu was standing on the edge of the cliff looking at the sea.

The tattered white long gown fluttered in the wind, and the light brown color was indelible, and the frail and slender figures seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

Lin Xuan took a step forward, Fang Ziyu seemed to have heard something, turned his head, just one glance, Lin Xuan felt suffocated.

There is an unspeakable feeling that takes root in my heart.

It's so fragile, but it's terribly tenacious.

It was obviously so painful, but he endured it without showing weakness.

Humanity……

What am I...

Lin Xuan pushed open the door and looked at Fang Ziyu who was lying on the bed and distracted by the severe pain.

Her hair had long since fallen apart, and her long hair was wet with sweat. Because of the pain, she couldn't help clutching her heart with her hands, causing Fang Ziyu's skirt to also fall apart, revealing her chest that had been scratched with red marks.

The breathing was small and rapid, and the quilt and pillow rolled on the ground.

Linxuan walked slowly to Fang Ziyu's side, looking at the dying human being in front of him.

Because of the pain, Fang Ziyu's eyes were blurred, and he could only vaguely feel a shadow standing in front of him. The hesitation and uneasiness in his heart quickly turned into uncontrollable tears.

"sorry Sorry……"

Fang Ziyu stretched out his hand towards the black shadow, tightly holding that cold hand.

"sorry Sorry……"

It hurts, it hurts...

You are all dead, dead because of me, and I am still living alone...

Why are your hands so cold?

Is it because of those cruel punishments?

Why don't you talk?

Is it because of being treated unfairly?

it's all my fault……

If I hadn't been born in the first place, wouldn't all this have happened?

Now, whose hand can I hold, what else do I have?

Lin Xuan looked down at Fang Ziyu's sweaty hands, and his wrist was tightly held.

It was strange that he didn't feel unhappy, but felt an indescribable subtle feeling in his heart.

He is a dragon with divine consciousness. Although it was not intentional, Fang Ziyu's strong emotions still penetrated into his consciousness.

Is intense sadness and regret the essence of your strength?

Fang Ziyu...

Fang Ziyu...

Linxuan clasped Fang Ziyu's wrist with his backhand, felt Fang Ziyu's breathing calm down, and sighed softly.

Some things are changing.

Turning around and walking out of the door, Linxuan stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sea that was still roaring in the night, his heart was in a mess.

When Fang Ziyu opened his eyes again, the feeling of bewilderment had not dissipated.

Are you still alive?

Or is dead, but still dreaming that he is alive.

Repeating the sad past...

The door opened with a creak, Fang Ziyu turned his head and couldn't help closing his eyes.

Following the movement of someone pushing the door, sunlight also entered the room, making Fang Ziyu unable to open his eyes for a while.

"Drink water."

The voice of the visitor was not amiable, but in Fang Ziyu's ears, it was enough to shock him.

Fang Ziyu got excited, stood up and looked at Linxuan who was holding a bowl of water in his hand. The other person's eyebrows and eyes didn't change, but...

Fang Ziyu stared blankly at the bowl of water in front of him, in the bowl as clean as white jade, there seemed to be light fluorescent water, and - the owner of the hand holding the bowl...

No matter how many times you look at it, Fang Ziyu has to care about Linxuan's appearance and temperament.

Also, Lin Xuan's white hair...

Lin Xuan looked at Fang Ziyu, moved his hand forward again, and brought the bowl to Fang Ziyu's lips: "Drink it."

Fang Ziyu was startled, opened his mouth to drink heavily, was choked again, couldn't help coughing for a while.

He coughed heavily, and he only felt a tearing pain in his chest that had been hit hard before, and his whole body couldn't help convulsing.

Just when he thought he was about to fall apart because of his violent cough, he landed on Fang Ziyu's vest with moderate force, and his great shock made him stop coughing.

Linxuan put the jade bowl on the table casually, and patted Fang Ziyu's vest with one hand to help him recover.

Seeing that Fang Ziyu slowed down, his pale face also turned a little unnaturally red due to the violent cough, the corners of Lin Xuan's mouth moved slightly, and finally turned and left without saying anything.

Fang Ziyu sat for a long time, then smiled wryly and slowly got up to wash up.

It was only recently that I found that the face towel was soaked in the water basin, and the wicker and salt were all neatly placed. I couldn't help but feel moved.

There's no one else here, so...

Picking up the towel and wiping her face, Fang Ziyu looked at her broken face reflected on the water, and there seemed to be a warm current secretly moving in her cold and dry heart.

Fang Ziyu had just washed up, and Linxuan came into the room with a plate.

The two met each other face to face, Fang Ziyu couldn't help repeating the actions he had done twice today, staring blankly at Lin Xuan and the steaming soup and food in his hands, at a loss as to what to say.

Lin Xuan put the things on the table, took a pair of chopsticks, and picked up a piece of tender bamboo shoots.

"I have wandered around the world, and I am not completely ignorant of human affairs."

"Whose dynasty is it now?"

Fang Ziyu's body trembled, her voice was a little hoarse: "Ouyang of the imperial family..."

"Oh……"

Linxuan raised his hand, signaling Fang Ziyu to sit down and eat together.

"I--"

"You hurt too deeply, even if it is me, it is difficult for you to heal immediately."

Looking at Fang Ziyu who was full of anticipation, Linxuan's blue eyes showed no emotion.

"You now……"

"what?"

Fang Ziyu was unnaturally sad because of his low mood, and he could feel it in his words. Seeing him fiddle with the porridge and vegetables in front of him, Lin Xuan swallowed back the words he hadn't said.

Fang Ziyu...should be dead.

It's just that his strong sense of survival imprisoned his own soul, so he didn't attract the black and white impermanence of the underworld.

Lin Xuan put down the chopsticks.

It can't be ruled out that it's because of being with me that makes Black and White Wuchang not dare to detain Fang Ziyu's soul...

Linxuan opened his eyes and looked at Fang Ziyu carefully. There was a trace of death in him, but because he had been taking the elixir for repairing his body for several days, and the rare soul-locking pill was also in his body, and... Fang Ziyu was still able to walk around with a faint trace of fairy spirit and all kinds of confusion.

But it won't last long after all.

Looking at Fang Ziyu who barely cleaned up the dishes after using the food, Linxuan sighed again.

There must be some way to escape the impermanence of the Three Realms!

It's just that this kind of self... seems a bit wrong?

Lin Xuan raised his head slightly and looked at the blue sky.

Although it was daylight, he could still see the dim star.

The broken army came, and the world was in chaos.

The Ouyang clan, with nine hundred lives, has maintained the rule of the world for more than 1000 years. Although it is not clear what they have done specifically, just looking at the grievances in the imperial capital, one can predict the outcome.

Lin Xuan looked back at Fang Ziyu who was holding the door and coughing violently, and sneered.

Would someone like him be Po Jun?

It's ridiculous!

For the next three days, Fang Ziyu continued to take unnamed medicines, each of which brought him different pains, and whenever he felt that he was about to be overwhelmed, there would always be a little Cold hands held him, as if holding the whole world.

There is nothing else in the blurred vision, only the slight white, and a soft sigh.

what do you want

What exactly do you want?

Now I am useless...

Fang Ziyu woke up again, feeling an indescribable comfort all over her body. Although there was still some pain in her limbs and body, she no longer had that burning feeling when she breathed.

Lin Xuan sat beside him, and his hand lightly pressed on Fang Ziyu's forehead.

"..."

Fang Ziyu opened his mouth, Lin Xuan withdrew his hand, and slowly stood up.

"You... are better."

It's not the worst, but it's not necessarily good either.

Linxuan walked out of the room, he could feel the puzzlement in Fang Ziyu's gaze on him.

Puzzled?

Even I don't understand it myself!

But seeing you tossing and turning in pain alone, I can't help getting closer, can't help...can't help holding your outstretched hand...

Looking at the blue sky and the sea, feeling the wind blowing past his ears, Lin Xuan frowned.

My catastrophe has arrived...

Linxuan is a natural dragon, and has been a dragon body since birth.

In ancient times, after the death of the first god, the world was once in turmoil, gods and demons fought against each other, and human beings struggled to survive in the cracks.

Time flies, when everything is in the past, although there are not many surviving ancient god descendants, they are powerful, and Linxuan is one of them.

Lin Xuan can't remember when the heavenly world established the hierarchical system, but he will always remember something.

Even the most powerful god will be annihilated one day. As the dragon god himself, there is an unavoidable catastrophe.

Once calculated, it was unknown, but now it seems that it is even more confused.

But how could he not know his own mind?

That human being is his destiny...

Looking at the faint red line on the ring finger of his left hand, Lin Xuan frowned again.

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