Xue Xiao, the Patriarch of Demon Dao, and his colleagues——Stars sinking into the sea [Rebirth]

Xue Yang was dragged down by the pain and weakness caused by the injury and blood loss, and it was difficult to walk the short distance between himself and Xiao Xingchen, but the Taoist priest was waiting for him at the end, and he wanted to reach the Taoist priest with his last breath. go around.

As long as the Taoist priest doesn't retreat, as long as the Taoist priest is willing to wait, even if he doesn't come towards Xue Yang, Xue Yang will run towards him again and again.

When the two were only one step away, Xue Yang's eyes darkened.He gritted his teeth, lifted his heavy legs, and finally saw Xiao Xingchen throw down the umbrella as if waking up from a dream, and took a quick step towards him.

The rain hurt his eyes, Xue Yang burst into tears, withdrew all his strength, and threw himself into Xiao Xingchen's arms as he wished, and fell to the ground together with Xiao Xingchen.

Xiao Xingchen caught the seriously injured and weak Xue Yang, and heard his voice close to his ears.The young man's face was wet, and with a smile of the rest of his life, he whispered to him: "Prince Taoist, I'm back."

Xiao Xingchen opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.

He nodded slightly, and rubbed his chin on Xue Yang's forehead without leaving a trace, then raised his head, and said hesitantly, "... Zichen?"

Song Lan had already calmed down a lot. He stood far away, his eyes fell on the two people who were embracing each other, indifferent and painful.

Xiao Xingchen asked tremblingly, "Zichen?"

The heavy rain did not stop, and the thunder did not stop, shattering people's words.

Song Lan lowered her eyes, felt powerless and said decisively: "Next time, no matter where I see him again, I will make him apologise with death."

So this time, let him go.

Already benevolent.

Xiao Xingchen swallowed hard, nodded and said, "Thank you, Zichen...Thank you."

He put Xue Yang on the ground, picked up the umbrella on the ground, walked slowly to Song Lan, opened the umbrella and covered Song Lan's head, and said desolately: "Zichen, I have no face to see you..."

"Stardust!" A crack appeared in the indifference, Song Lan's eyes were full of regret, "Don't say that..."

"..."

It is relatively silent to go on.

When exchanging the handles of the umbrellas, Song Lan firmly squeezed the back of Xiao Xingchen's hand, and couldn't express how precious they are.

Xiao Xingchen held up an umbrella to cover Song Lan, dazed for a moment, then turned his head and walked into the heavy rain without hesitation, towards Xue Yang who was in the mud.

Xue Yang stood up with Xiao Xingchen's support, put one hand on Xiao Xingchen's shoulder and neck for strength, half of his body weight was pressed against Xiao Xingchen, and the two limped forward step by step.

Song Lan's heart throbbed, watching them go away together, she suddenly called out: "Xingchen!"

Xiao Xingchen stopped and turned his head slightly.

The torrential rain poured down, and the white clothes made him look even more lonely in the rain.Song Lan looked at Xiao Xingchen's thin back, choked up and said, "Xingchen...I'm sorry, it's not your fault."

Xiao Xingchen froze, and after a while, he let out a short whimper, accompanied by cold rain, full of sadness and grievance.

Blood kept overflowing from Xiao Xingchen's blindfolded bandage, and the rain couldn't stop flowing all over his face. Xue Yang silently raised his hand to help him wipe it off. The direction of old friends.

Song Lan also burst into tears.He was heartbroken, took a step forward and then stopped, stood on the spot and said with difficulty: "Xingchen, the road in the middle of Sichuan is difficult and dangerous, I will not come again. After you and I parted, there may be no future. You don't need to go back, It's just that you will be in a foreign country from now on, and there will be no news from you, so you must take care of yourself!"

Song Lan's voice was hoarse, and he called out to him amidst the pattering rain: "Xingchen, it's not your fault, take care of yourself!"

Rao Xiao Xingchen, who is used to patience, didn't dare to pant loudly at this moment, for fear that he would burst into tears when he opened his mouth.He bit his lips tightly, his pale face was full of blood from the empty eye sockets.

Xiao Xingchen wanted to say something to Song Lan, wanted to say sorry to him again, wanted to say thank you to him, but the unspeakable grief grabbed his heart, choked his throat, and made him unable to speak. Choked and unable to speak—it turns out that parting can be a torture no less than Ling Chi.

All the pain Xiao Xingchen experienced was not as severe as today.For so many years, it is not that he is not wronged, sad, or resentful, but one must always look forward in life. Since no one shares his pain, he can only grit his teeth and endure.Now he finally waited until someone told him that he was not at fault, and finally got Song Lan's forgiveness, but the two of them could never go back to the past, and he would never have another chance to be forgiven.

Xiao Xingchen seemed to be torn in half by someone, one half urged him to go back to the road that had fallen countless times but was still shining because of his ideals, and let him start all over again; Hold tightly the mutilated but warm hands beside you.

Xue Yang held half of his face and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'm sorry."

Xiao Xingchen was speechless, he nodded to Song Lan first, then held Xue Yang by the arm again, and staggered forward.

These two people, one black and one white, are the two colors that are most clearly repelling each other. No matter how you look at it, they can't blend together, but the sky is dark and the rain curtain is heavy, black and white are intertwined into gray, and you can't tell them apart when you walk far away. each other.

The rain had already been blocked by the umbrella, but there was still water running down his face. Song Lan quietly watched him off with tears in his eyes, wanting to engrave the last image of the Taoist priest in white in his heart.

This is his best friend all his life.They met when they were young. At that time, they were full of pride and ambition. They used to be angry with fresh clothes and trampled on flowers, and they were also frustrated and angry.One of them is the bright moon and the breeze, the other is proud of the snow and frost, they are comrades-in-arms shoulder to shoulder, confidants who are hard to find, and life-and-death friends who are loyal to Jinlan.The pain of being separated is already painful to the marrow, and the clinker has to face a more thorough farewell when they meet again. This time, the pain is so painful that the internal organs are torn apart, and the flesh and blood at the top of the heart are incinerated into ashes.

Song Lan could see clearly that even if he walked in the darkest corner of the world, Xiao Xingchen was still the most kind and open-minded Xiao Xingchen.He has suffered so many crimes and so many grievances, his eyes are blind but his heart is never blinded, he is still as firm as a rock and as tough as a reed.

But the days when Shuanghua shocked the world with every movement, really can't go back.

God looked down at the ants-like mortals on the ground with pity, and shed a tear for the joys and sorrows only in this world.