The ancient dragon embankment of Ruoshui Three Thousand

Can this be considered a hand?

Fortunately, it wasn't the right hand holding the knife.

The blood was dripping, the flesh was bright red, the blood bubbles were everywhere, and there were occasional white bones, which were randomly wrapped in a thin layer of almost transparent gauze, which couldn't hide the chilling feeling all over the body.

Wu Xie was stunned suddenly.

If it wasn't for this hand to save him at that time, would his face have become like this?

"Why?" The trembling lips complained of the hurt in his heart, why?

Seeing Pokerfing's silent forbearance, Wu Xie finally couldn't pretend anymore. He had been hurt and hurt in the past. He once resented for the rival in love who was close to illusion, for the person who kept torturing himself in pursuit of that lost memory. He has cheated him, laughed at his efforts, but in the end he still couldn't bear to burn his infatuation, so he silently endured all these pains to help him and his loved ones.But now, he was hurt because of himself, is it a cruel sugar-coated bullet, or a wordless sincerity?

"Brother, I have something to ask you." Wu Xie was silent for a long time and finally made up his mind. He didn't want to endure this kind of suffering, this kind of pain. He didn't want to hesitate or refuse. If so, he could even die.Because what he owed him could no longer be repaid with one life.

But before that, he wanted to know everything he needed to know.

After Wu Xie finished speaking, he got up and walked towards a secluded and dark place. He didn't want others to hear what he said. If the third uncle knew what he wanted to do next, he might try his best to stop it. What would happen to him like this? Peace of mind?

Pokerfing's eyes darkened, and Wu Xie's expression clearly showed that an insurmountable wall seemed to be built between them. The original silence was to protect, but it backfired and pushed him further and further away. What happened? Only in order not to hurt him, not to hurt him anymore?This stuffy feeling has never been stronger.

Poker-face barely propped up his body, endured the great pain and walked towards Wu Xie. The pain on his body has long been numb and used to it, but the pain in his heart has always made him at a loss.If, as Zhuo Linyu said, Sikong Chi is here, how should he choose?It's not that I don't know that my heart already belongs to me, but that kindness can't be repaid.

Wu Xie turned his head, looked at the thin figure following behind, a look of pain flashed across his eyes, it seemed that ever since he met Poker Bottle, he had been struggling all the time, those light systems that penetrated the haze were like dreams from previous lives , come and go in a hurry, can't catch, can't keep, can't pull back...

"sorry."

"Sorry……"

After finishing speaking, both of them were stunned, shocked by the words spoken at the same time, and then they looked at each other for a long time.

Poker-face still had a calm expression on his face, so calm that Wu Xie wondered if he was hallucinating, that conceited man was actually saying sorry.I'm sorry, heh, it may not be surprising to others, but it seems that this is the first time Wu Xie heard it from him in his life.Although I don't know why he apologized to himself.

Boyouping dragged his tired body and stood against the wall. Wu Xie hesitated for a moment, walked to his side and lowered his head. At this moment, he didn't know how to speak.

"Once upon a time, he had the same warm smile as you." Poker-Face broke the silence first.Perhaps it was the silence that brought them to this point.

Wu Xie was startled, he?That him, could it be Sikong Chi?

"At first I thought he was just a child longing for love, but gradually I realized that he was not as pure as he appeared on the surface, his heart was cold... just like me at that time."

Wu Xie didn't dare to look at Poker Ping, and unconsciously grasped the skirts of his clothes with both hands. He had been pursuing the truth and looking for the answer, but now, he felt unprecedented fear of his choice, afraid of the unforgettable sadness behind the truth.

He... can't fit into their world.

"The selection of priests is very cruel, and the battle for succession began from the time they were born. They are born with intelligence and beauty, and they are very favored by Sikong Yuzhan (the high priest, the father of Sikong and Sikong.) It is this kind of favor He was hated by his brothers. It was only because of his congenital defect that he was able to settle down and not be persecuted." Poker-Face raised his head and sighed silently, his long bangs covered all his emotions, but there was a touch of pity in his tone and helpless.

"It's because of this that you protect him everywhere? Love... cherish him?" Wu Xie interrupted him with a wry smile. Needless to say, he could imagine that kind of loneliness and resentment, desolation and helplessness... I have grown up since I was a child Held in the palm of his family and isolated from the troubled times, he has always felt the loneliness of his only child with dissatisfaction.

And that kind of intrigue, or sugar-coated poison, can turn white into black, and simple into cunning, which is enough to show how hard-won Wu Xie's innocence is.

Pokerfing did not deny that he had feelings for Sikong Chi, from pity at the beginning to pity at the end, to that throbbing...

"He's very much like me when I was a child." Pokerfing's tone was helpless, "It wasn't until the priest told me that Chi and his mother were the victims of this battle, that I realized that there was also an indelible feeling in Chi's heart." So when the priest gave me the task of protecting him, I agreed without hesitation..."

"He's in your heart...in your heart..." Wu Xie bit her lip bitterly, the taste was bitterer than medicine: "Isn't it special..." I couldn't say it...

Poker bottle withdrew his seemingly distant gaze, focused on Wu Xie's lonely face, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

"You... are very similar... to him at that time..."

"It's because I'm like him that you treat me..." Wu Xie clenched her fists tightly, with a kind of sarcasm.

Poker bottle was silent for a long time, and then said lightly:

"He is him, you are you."

Wu Xie was stunned, but when he came back to his senses, he saw the gentleness in Poker-Face's indifferent eyes. The gentleness that he hadn't seen for a long time was enough to make people sink into the mud, and it was hard to extricate himself. He suddenly felt sour in his nose. Owned it, and although he is not the only one, he will not be the substitute, just because of Poker Bottle's sentence: He is him, and you are you...

Should I trust him?Believe it again?Although rationality can sometimes be overwhelmed by sensibility, who knows that sensibility can sometimes be overused by rationality?

Now that he thought about it, he always felt that Zhuo Linyu's words were not true.At first he really couldn't accept the idea that Poker Fing tricked him into fighting because he wanted him to sacrifice his blood. At that time, he was disturbed and felt betrayed. It made him lose his rationality and ability to judge, but now, he has figured it out a little bit. It's not that he doesn't know about Poker's temperament. He always acts arbitrarily and does his own way. It's because the more you want it, the more you won't come out, let alone want to exchange his life for someone else's.A three-year-old child can figure out such a simple truth, but he is just blinded by love.He was just angry, why can't the two of them bear it together?She kept saying she wanted to protect him, she kept saying she liked him, but she didn't tell him anything. He didn't want such protection.

"Wu Xie, do you still remember what I told you under the cliff?"

"Which sentence?" Wu Xie suddenly remembered the scenes under the cliff that made people blush and heartbeat, and the ears flushed, and then seemed to think of something, and his eyes dimmed again.

"I said... I won't let you go..."

Wu Xie raised her head suddenly, and looked at the man in front of her in shock, as if that promise, the first naked confession, happened many years ago, but now it has become clear and firm.The corners of his eyes were wet, and he vaguely wanted to see the expression of the indifferent man, but he became excited for some reason:

"You recovered your memory, right. In that case, why did you hide it from me?"

Wu Xie had a pun in this remark. On the one hand, he reprimanded him for recovering all his memories but didn’t tell him anything. He didn't live up to himself, knowing that he was being played around, even if the confession was a lie, he still wanted to continue being deceived.

"I was afraid of losing you when I didn't recover my memory, but I was afraid of facing you when I recovered my memory. Wu Xie..." Pokerfing paused, then trembled slightly, and said, "I'm not from this era, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out gone."

"You..." Wu Xie got angry, and he always had this look, leaving others behind and facing it alone, and every time he regained his memory, he would...

"You're not going to lose your memory again, are you? No, you can't leave me this time, you're going to die together..." Wu Xie roared excitedly, but in the next second he was embraced by someone, and his arms tightened He couldn't breathe, his trembling shoulders were so excited, what's going on?What is he afraid of?Wu Xie pushed and pushed the opponent vigorously until there was a faint smell of blood.

Wu Xie calmed down and didn't dare to move, fearing that his injury would continue to worsen and continue to bleed, and his heart ached beyond measure.The bitterness, jealousy, selfishness, resentment that had been buried for a long time... all turned into heartache in an instant, yes, at this time, when his life and death are at stake, why is he being dazzled by jealousy, and still ruthlessly He got a knife out of his heart?