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

Although Song Lan didn't take Xue Yang's life directly, he didn't do it lightly.Xue Yang was not fatally wounded, but he bled too much and was drenched in the rain, his body was as cold as ice.Xiao Xingchen took him back to Yizhuang, undressed him and applied medicine, but he couldn't respond and couldn't cooperate.

The clothes were taken off layer by layer, and suddenly something was exposed from the interlayer on the chest. Xiao Xingchen took it in his hand and felt the fuzzy corners, punctured cracks, and a specially made cloth bag in the middle of the bag. coins.The copper coin was deformed and cracked. It was so fragile that it could be crushed with a heavy hand. It proved that it had blocked a sharp sword and protected Xue Yang's heart by its incompleteness.

This is the amulet that Xiao Xingchen put on Xue Yang's heart with his own hands, and it is a thank you gift Xue Yang got after saving his family of three.

The sword was sharp, Xue Yang didn't see any blood on his chest, but there was bruise, but it was because the amulet didn't make the situation worse—who knows if Song Lan paused for a moment because of this small barrier?

Xue Yang might have done such a kind deed in his life, and he escaped death because of it.

Xiao Xingchen had mixed feelings in his heart. He put the amulet beside his pillow, continued to wipe Xue Yang's body to stop the bleeding, and poured hot water to feed Xue Yang.

The bleeding gradually stopped, and almost his whole body was covered with bandages. Xue Yang was wrapped in the dry and soft bedding, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Xiao Xingchen was still bandaging his arm, he dazedly grabbed Xiao Xingchen's hand and shouted, "Taoist..."

"Yeah." Xiao Xingchen shook his hand, loosened it, tied the last knot, and put Xue Yang's hand under the quilt.

Xue Yang's teeth chattered from the cold, his eyes were loose, and he asked in a rather confused way, "Master, am I going to die?"

Xiao Xingchen wiped Xue Yang's wet hair little by little with a dry cloth, touched his face, frowned and did not speak.

Xue Yang slowly turned his eyes to look at Xiao Xingchen, only to feel that he was lying down, and the world was spinning before his eyes, and it was dark from time to time. He tried hard to see Xiao Xingchen's face clearly in the flickering field of vision.

Xiao Xingchen himself was still dripping with water, Xue Yang wanted to wipe it off for him, but the bedding seemed to weigh a thousand catties, making his chest tight and short of breath, and he couldn't move his hands.

The near-death feeling of excessive blood loss is too familiar, reminding Xue Yang of the endless coldness after his arm was severed in his last life.

His legs became weak uncontrollably. He watched blood spurt from his body and splash all over the ground. His whole body became cold and stiff starting from his fingers. He couldn't hold the sword or snatch back the spiritual bag...

Xue Yang struggled and stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Xingchen's clothes, and shouted, "Taoist..."

Xiao Xingchen let go of Xue Yang's soft hair, stood by the bed and held his hand.

Xue Yang always boasted about the stove, and when it was cold, he would stick it on Xiao Xingchen's body. His hot chest was pressed against Xiao Xingchen's body, and Xiao Xingchen was also heated up.But now he is colder than ice.

It's too cold, it's too cold.How could Xue Yang's hands be so cold?

Xiao Xingchen sat down on the low stool beside the bed. His body was still wet, and his hands couldn't get much warmer, so he had to tear open his clothes, leaning against the bed and put Xue Yang's hands on his chest, skin to flesh. He has a little thin heat.

Xue Yang's sense of touch was almost numb, he couldn't feel anything, he tilted his head and stared at Daoist Priest with wide eyes, not daring to blink more.

"Daozhang, if I die...will you go back to find Song Lan?" Xue Yang said suddenly, "Many, many people are thinking of you and want you to go back...if I die, will you go back? ? Do you want to go back?"

Xiao Xingchen hugged his hand tightly and said, "Xue Yang, as I said, I can't go back."

Xue Yang seemed to be unable to hear him, and muttered to himself: "Master Dao, I'm dead, you can go with Song Lan...but don't forget me...Only you will remember me in this world, and I just want to You remember me, don't you forget me..."

"Xue Yang..." Xiao Xingchen wanted to wake him up.

"I know I'm bad, I'm terribly bad, maybe you won't forget what I did..." Xue Yang couldn't hear him, and begged softly, "But don't just remember bad things. Occasionally, cough ...Occasionally remember me, okay...I'm still having a good time?...Daozhang, am I having a good time?"

Xue Yang asked in bewilderment: "Master Daoist, did I treat you well this time? Did I treat you well?"

Xiao Xingchen rubbed his limp fingers, leaned into his ear and answered word by word: "Yes. You are very good, and you are very good to me."

Xiao Xingchen repeated it several times before Xue Yang heard it clearly.His eyes gradually focused, looking at Xiao Xingchen who was close at hand, he pulled the corners of his mouth to show his canine teeth, exhaled, and smiled: "That's good..."

Then he said, "Daozhang, kiss me."

Xiao Xingchen touched the corner of his mouth, and the kiss was too light and shallow. As soon as Xue Yang felt that he was being kissed, the Taoist priest backed away. Stardust shadow.

Xiao Xingchen's handsome face, light-colored thin lips, straight nose, as well as the blood-soaked bandages and the half-dried blood on his face were all in Xue Yang's eyes.

He didn't even have the energy to wipe his face.

His vision was blurred and clear, and the water vapor in his eye sockets condensed and rolled down. Xue Yang said aggrievedly, "Master Daoist, I am sincere to you..."

Xue Yang was sincere. When facing the Taoist priest, he only wanted his well-being, was afraid of his pain, and couldn't bear him to be hurt—how could this not be true?

No matter how much Song Lan or other people look down on or disbelieve, Xue Yang doesn't care. He just doesn't want Xiao Xingchen to doubt him.

Xue Yang's heart is very dark, dirty and smelly, and he doesn't want it for anyone, but he only has Xiao Xingchen in his heart, and in his heart, only the place containing Xiao Xingchen is bright and warm. Xiao Xingchen knew.

There was no time to do too many things for him to prove his sincerity, Xue Yang could only verbally and eagerly defend: "Xiao Xingchen, I'm real, ahem...I'm really..."

"I know." Xiao Xingchen wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then pressed a kiss on his lips, "I know."

The Taoist priest comforted him in a gentle voice: "I am the same as you. Xue Yang, I am the same as you, I understand."

He repeated it over and over again until Xue Yang heard it clearly, he was so shocked that he couldn't say anything, he could only stare blankly at Xiao Xingchen and listen to him, he was just like him.

How could the Taoist priest be like him?Daoist...

The Taoist priest is also the same as Xue Yang.

They really love each other.No one has the right to deny it.