Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

After the banquet, Xie Xianjun cleaned his hands and wanted to go to the inner room to take a nap, but Yan Xiao didn't follow, but went back to the back mountain and sat quietly like an old tree.

He remembered what Qin Lingche said to Xie Qiushi before he broke into the sedan chair, and slowly lowered his eyelashes, his jet-black eyes were as deep and rigid as ink.

"You don't understand, Yan Chicheng." Qin Lingche whispered in his ears, "If Xie Qiushi can learn love, he will also understand the importance of life. The more you want him to love you, the sooner he will leave you ——souls fly away, never to return.”

"If you really like him, you should tell him to forget you." The Emperor of Heaven shook his head and sneered, "No, I guess you'd rather he was beaten back to his original shape by the thunder, and turned back into the rock that was attached to your feet, isn't it?"

"You don't love him, you're just a tree...you don't love anyone. You just want everything about you to be under your control. You don't care about Xie Qiushi's life or death. You just want him to be yours, just like you have for thousands of years. Like, be a stone that stays only at your feet."

Yan Chicheng looked at the roots of the ancient wood, half of the rough veneer sticking out of the soil, like a shriveled snake slough.

There is a small pit in the mud, where a stone once stayed. The stone has existed since the beginning of the world. For some reason, perhaps because of a mistake, it has a spiritual consciousness by accident.

Yan Chicheng put his hand in the uneven pit, and a burst of itching came from his fingertips, like digging an unhealed scar—to this day he still feels that there should be a part of his body here, which was hardened. It was snapped off, bleeding hollowly, only Xie Qiushi could close it, but Xie Qiushi never let it heal, it will always scab and itch on his heart.

"Well……"

A weak choked sob broke the silence, and then there was a "poof", as if something had fallen to the ground.

Yan Chicheng knew that it was Xie Qiushi who was being suppressed again, he loosened his fingers, and the plaster slipped out of his palm, he endured a subtle dissatisfaction, and appeared in the inner hall of Yuntai.

Xie Qiushi was curled up on the bed, his neck to his toes were as pale as paper, but his forehead and cheekbones were as bright as peaches, his neckline was wide open, and his black hair stuck to his body.

Yan Xiao touched his forehead, and his palm was scalded immediately, but the whole Yingtai Mountain was snowing heavily at this time, and the window lattices were so cold that frost formed.

"Xie Qiushi." He tapped his fingertips and lightly cast a spell, awakening Xie Xianjun from his sleep, "You're having a nightmare."

Xie Qiushi whimpered, and pushed his palm away with his elbow as if protesting.

"Xie Qiushi." He called again.

Xie Qiushi pushed him away tirelessly, kneeling and lying on the bed, with his head buried between his elbows, curled up into a ball.

"Xie Qiushi." Yan Chicheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, he grabbed his shoulders, pulled him out of the shriveled shell like unraveling a ball of thread, and pushed him face up on the bed.

Those turquoise eyes finally opened, instead of the charming and dazed look that woke up in the past, there was a clear and cold look in them.Xie Qiushi finally spoke: "Let go of me, Yan Xiao."

"What did you dream about?" Yan Xiao was still pressing on him, and the palm that was attached to his forehead slid down, and the tiger's mouth subconsciously fell on Xie Xianjun's slender neck, with four fingers sinking into the snow-white cheeks, but his voice was still gentle and generous.

Xie Qiushi stared at him in bewilderment, then looked away, chasing the non-existent mosquitoes swaying on the ceiling, and it took a while to gather them together: "What's wrong with you? I'm having nightmares, and you have lost your temper."

Yan Xiao's eyes tightened, and he blurted out: "You can't have nightmares."

Xie Qiushi laughed angrily at him: "I'm afraid Qin Lingche will drive you crazy." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that Yan Xiao would drive him crazy too.

Yan Chicheng ignored him, and suddenly let go of the palm holding his throat, roughly got into the open skirt, wrapped around his body, hugged his bare back, and put the other hand along his waist Slide down, hold his hips, and hug him up.

"Alas!" Xie Qiushi exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

His whole body was folded up like an animal, his legs kicked twice in the air, and he had no choice but to wrap around Yan Xiao's back, his black hair was scattered on both of them in a mess, his head was buried on Yan Xiao's chest, his butt Sitting on Yan Xiao's arms, with his chest and abdomen curled up and his feet hooked, he looked like a fruit on a tree.

Yan Xiao stared at him relentlessly, then lowered her head suddenly, leaving a bloody tooth mark on the back of his pale neck covered by black hair, it seemed that the deeper the tooth mark was, the better the scar on his heart would be. faster.

"Don't go too far!" Xie Qiushi yelled, and started to flop like a live fish.

"What did you dream about?" Yan Chicheng asked again.

Xie Qiushi froze, then suddenly became quiet, cold sweat began to ooze from the chilly shoulders.

Yan Xiao gently stroked him like a frightened little rabbit, starting from the tips of the ears, over and over again, sliding down the smooth outline with a controlling attitude, until his pale body turned red, like being warmed. It's like soaking in water, completely relaxing.

"There will be no crabs to eat in the future." Xie Qiushi said suddenly.

He closed his eyes, let himself curl up in Yan Xiao's arms, and said in a sobbing voice: "There will be no crabs from Baijinchuan to eat again."

Yan Xiao understood it almost immediately, he didn't speak any more, and he didn't make any ambiguous movements, he just hugged the person in his arms quietly, pinching the thin and slightly convex back with his palms, holding it motionlessly.

Baijin Dongtian is a strange place at the junction of immortals and ghosts. The reason why the fish is fresh and plump and the vegetation never withers is because the ghost who knows how to eat and shame often comes to manage it. ghost general.This way of swallowing the sky has already been extinct due to a decree not long ago.

Xie Qiushi is originally a stone, how can he understand the life and death of mortals?All Stone could understand was that the crabs would never be brought to him again, but what did it matter if the crabs were not served?But he suddenly realized the truth of the "end" that the mountain master called before his disappearance.

The owner of the mountain pointed to the distance with his white hair, like blowing snow dust: "The end is that I will never stand on the top of this mountain for a whole day, looking at the ferry that I can't go to."

The end is "never again", what can be touched in the hand, tasted in the mouth, touched by the body, touched in front of the eyes, will never appear again.

Accompanied by nightmares of blood, massacres, cries, disgust and fear, wrapped in this "never again", the tide flooded into his nightmares and poured into his nose, and he felt as if the blood on his body had become Fire, the fire is burning, and the torrential snow falling from the sky of Yingtai Mountain can't offset the overwhelming heat.

"Xie Qiushi."

He heard Yan Xiao calling his name, the voice came through the chaos, but it didn't make him relax.

"Xie Qiushi." Yan Xiao's voice was filled with a tranquility of falling snowflakes, "Leave here with me, go to a place where no one can bother you, and forget everything about the past, okay?"

"Hiding?" He asked in a muffled voice.

"Hide." Yan Xiao affirmed.

He didn't answer.

He still doesn't understand anything, but somewhere deep in his soul tells him that it's too late for some things.