After the villain's cultivation base is lost

That was the source of Yan Ling's miserable life, and it was also the most unbearable night for him to look back on.

Since then, his life has only been thunder and waiting for the rain to stop.

But in "Fallen Dream", Yan Ling draws the most urgently needed sense of security from the icy breath mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus.

It seems that no matter how much suffering there will be in the future, it will not be borne by one person.

In the illusion, Yan Jianglan had countless moments of fear in the short 12 years. Although Sheng Jiao learned the general idea from Mrs. Wan, when he really saw Yan Ling, who was only ten years old, being so murdered as an outsider, At that moment, a burst of anger wrapped in a heart-wrenching heartache almost burned him to ashes.

What's even more frightening is that he can only watch from the sidelines and can't interfere with anything.

Sheng Jiao had never felt that his emotions fluctuated so violently that he was completely out of control. Even if he couldn't stop those people from poisoning Yan Ling, he still struggled forward and tried to use his 12-year-old body to swallow Yan Ling. Hold him tightly in his arms.

He was so thin and small that Sheng Jiao could wrap his arms around him.

…It seems that it can shield him from any wind, rain and pain, and protect him so that his heartless and carefree temperament remains unchanged.

But no.

Even if Sheng Jiao can appear in Yan Jianglan's "Fallen Dream", only the young Yan Ling can see him.

Ever since her parents left, Yan Ling has never been protected by anyone.

He looked at Sheng Jiao who was tightly protecting him with tears all over his face, his eyes were dazed, the fire had not been completely extinguished, and he stared at Sheng Jiao with a dim light like a burning lamp.

When Sheng Jiao didn't clearly perceive the seven emotions and six desires before, he was like a cold stone who was numb to everything in the world. At that time, he was cold-faced and cold-hearted, and he didn't know that pure emotions such as pain and sadness can also cruelly " kill".

Watching Yan Ling's memory being changed by Xi's family to enter Tianyan Academy, watching him laughing and laughing during the day, but looking at the empty house at night with a confused face, and Sheng Jiao, a young man who is only one road away, doesn't know it at all. How he suffers.

Those details that can be traced but no one noticed are like a thorn buried deep in the heart, which was picked out of the flesh and blood in "Falling Dream", bringing out a hideous and terrifying wound.

Sheng Jiao never knew that the four "powerless" people could make him feel Ling Chi's pain.

He tightly hugged the young Yan Ling in the illusion, feeling his pain and collapse, wishing he could replace it with his own body.

Eight years in the illusion, as Yan Jianglan's "fear" became faster and faster, after hearing Yan Yue's "thunder", Yan Ling seemed to have nothing to fear.

All the misery and suffering imposed on him in just a few years forced him to stumble and forge a hard armor amidst the blood, and nothing could break him anymore.

Sheng Jiao thought so.

In the illusion, Yan Ling's figure was a little bit tall, her face was immature, but her eyes seemed to be dead, and she would never be disturbed by anything.

Even if there is, it is faked.

Time has changed, and after a twist in the void, the 17-year-old Yan Ling stood under the osmanthus tree in a warm yellow robe, and Rang Chen stood in front of her.

Sheng Jiao was taken aback, at first he didn't know why Rang Chen was the source of Yan Ling's fear.

Until Rang Chen shut his mouth and said to Yan Ling, with blood gushing out of his mouth, he still persisted.

"Sheng Jiao... will kill you."

Sheng Jiao froze.

At that time, Yan Ling was full of joy, only thinking that after the matter of the Xi family was settled, he went out with Sheng Jiao to live in seclusion and live the fairy days that he had imagined for a long time.

But Rang Chen's light words made all his imagination come to nothing.

Sheng Jiao had seen this scene in "Cause and Effect", but at that time, he didn't have too strong emotional fluctuations. He only felt distressed, but he didn't know what empathy was.

But at this moment, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to look at Yan Jianglan's expression.

In the dream, Yan Ling did not speak, the heavy rain poured down, and the sky suddenly dimmed.

On the day of the massacre of Xi's family, Yan Ling was dressed in fine clothes, her wet long hair was tied up loosely with a sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus, standing in the heavy rain holding the Spring Rain Sword in her hand, looking at Mrs. Zong with a smile.

Surrounded by a sea of ​​blood, he was like a lonely ghost wandering in the gate of the world, with a pale face but a gentle and sinister smile.

Mrs. Zong looked at him resentfully, and said coldly: "Isn't it you?"

Yan Ling tilted her head slightly: "Huh? What did mother say?"

Sheng Jiao was stunned.

This was the first time he saw the confrontation between Yan Ling and Mrs. Zong, and he thought Mrs. Zong died at the hands of Xi Jue that night.

"Mother?" Mrs. Zong's mind was almost insane, and said coldly, "Isn't your mother already dead?"

Yan Ling's face turned cold.

Mrs. Zong laughed and said, "In order to protect your spirit-level pattern from being drawn out, those monks went so far as to die in an attempt to stop the Xi family... Hahaha, Yan Ling, you killed your father." Mother, if it wasn't for you, would they have died tragically?"

Yan Ling's hand holding the Chunyu Sword tightened, and an overwhelming killing intent swept across her body, shaking the osmanthus flowers in her hair to rustle on her messy black hair.

Mrs. Zong was probably broken, seeing him so moved, she laughed presumptuously and sarcastically: "Hahaha, what's the use of killing Xi's family? Your parents still died in that heavy rain because of your face lines." Don't come, what you say about revenge is just to move yourself, and you want to find an excuse for yourself to live."

For a moment, Yan Ling's eyes were blank, and his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The icy cold wind mixed with the heavy rain hit his face, Yan Ling shivered all over, and suddenly woke up.

He looked at Mrs. Zong coldly, loosened his hand holding Chun Yujian slightly, and murmured: "I won't kill you."

Mrs. Zong sneered: "You have killed the entire Xi family, so I am the only one missing?"

"No." Yan Ling raised his head slightly to look at the roaring thunder in the sky, his murmur seemed to be completely covered by the thunder, and only the shape of his lips could be vaguely seen.

"I won't kill you."

"I will not kill you with my own hands."

In an instant, a thunderbolt struck down from the sky, as if it was about to split the pitch-black sky.

Yan Ling trembled all over, his eyes were loose and empty, and his soul completely left his skin.

Mrs. Zong knew that Yan would lose his soul when he listened to the sound of thunder, but he didn't understand why he listened to the thunder today. As he was walking through the door in a daze, the shell that was already like an empty shell was suddenly replaced by a spirit with the breath of heaven. flooded.

Madam Zong was taken aback.

"Yan Ling" let out a muffled cough, and slowly opened her thick eyelashes in the heavy rain.

Those dark and empty eyes had turned into Tian Yan's golden color.

Mrs. Zong stared at him blankly.

"Yan Ling"... Xi Jue looked at Mrs. Zong for a while, then suddenly tilted his head, his face was full of harmless and lively flamboyance, so familiar that it was terrifying.

He shouted happily: "Mother."

Madam Zong's face was instantly pale as paper.

She seemed to know something.

If Mrs. Zong uses Yan Hanque to kill Yan Ling's heart, then he dares to risk his body being destroyed by the spirit of "Kan Tianyan" and let the spirit of Xi Jue attach to him. ...just to let Mrs. Zong die at the hands of her own son.

This is Yan Ling's revenge.

In the end he got what he wanted, and Mrs. Zong died with resentment and grief.

Yan Ling won, but he looked like a defeated loser. After Xi Jue and Yan Yue left, he sat alone in the heavy rain, buried his head in the water, and murmured in pain.

"I killed my parents."

If he had no Xiangwen, Yan Hanque and Mrs. Chao would not have to suffer because of him, dying in the cold and heavy rain.

Or……

It would have been better without him.

If he didn't exist in this world, he wouldn't bring disaster to his parents.

Yan Jianglan quietly buried his forehead in the stagnant water, his eyes were empty but he couldn't cry.

His tears seemed to have been drained long ago, only one heart was still beating against his will.

Sheng Jiao looked at Yan Ling who was kneeling on the ground and wished to drown in the small stagnant water, trembling all over, he staggered forward and knelt beside Yan Ling, holding his shoulder with trembling fingers.

Yan Ling was lifted up by him with a numb face, his eyes were dazed for a long time, before he let out an "oh", and said ruthlessly, "Brother..."

His subconscious mind couldn't recognize whether this person was the real Sheng Jiao, or his "brother" who had been with him every time he was in pain like a shadow since he was a child. He just felt exhausted and wanted to hug him.

Sheng Jiao hugged him tightly, even though he wanted to say a thousand words in his heart, his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.

He struggled for a long time before he opened his lips in a whisper and said word by word: "It's not your fault."

But the crime of killing parents is too heavy, so young that Yan Ling can't bear it alone, he leans wearily in Sheng Jiao's arms: "I don't want this Xiangwen anymore, can parents come back?"

He can't even take his life.

What is lost cannot be retrieved.

The young man just felt tired, and the faint light in his eyes seemed to be fading away.

Sheng Jiao was about to speak, when Yan Ling's "Fallen Dream" seemed to be impacted, and a deafening buzzing sound came from the surrounding space, shaking Sheng Jiao so much that he wanted to vomit blood.

Sheng Jiao suddenly looked up.

Yan Ling's mind was on the verge of collapse, and the "Falling Dream" was about to collapse.

Le Zhengzhen once told Sheng Jiao that once Yan Jianglan showed signs of complete collapse in the illusion, he should leave immediately, otherwise his soul would be extremely vulnerable to serious injuries, and he might even stay in Yan Ling's rioting demon forever, unable to escape forever .

Sheng Jiao gritted his teeth, watching the only way out was slowly closing.

The entire illusion was collapsing with Yan Jianglan's collapse, and the Xi family's mansion collapsed and fell inch by inch towards the endless abyss on the ground.

The surroundings began to collapse around the middle door.

Yan Ling still knelt and sat there, her eyes were empty and absent-minded.

Sheng Jiao knew that the last fear in Xi's house was the last strength to crush Yan Ling.

If there is no Mrs. Zong, maybe Yan Ling still has the energy to live well.

But now, he doesn't even know how to find the goal he wants to live on.

Sheng Jiao knelt in front of Yan Ling on one knee, not afraid of the darkness that kept approaching him, and regardless of the door of life that was about to be completely closed, his voice was clear and clear, as if it could penetrate the The noise reached Yan Ling who was in a daze.

"Will it hurt you to be alive?"

Yan Ling's eyes moved slightly, and she looked up at him in a daze.

Sheng Jiao wiped away the water marks on his face, and said softly, "Do you want to be relieved?"

"I want to." Yan Ling murmured, but frowned again, as if she didn't understand what she was talking about, she just followed her instinct and was at a loss, "But I don't want to."

He still has concerns about the gate of the world.

The concern for Yan Yue only reminded him of how the young man covered in thorns was killed by Xi Ze because of his own wrong judgment;

The concern for Zhu Xing Zhai also made him feel that the carefree four years seemed to be stolen from him.

And Sheng Jiao...

Yan Ling stared at him blankly: "I want to live for Sheng Jiao."

Sheng Jiao shook his head, "Don't live for me."

Yan Ling said again: "Then I will live for my parents."

Mrs. Yan Hanquechao did not hesitate to sacrifice her life to protect him. He wanted to cherish the life given by his parents.

Sheng Jiao said, "Don't be a parent either."

Yan Ling was stunned, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Then...then what should I do?"

Sheng Jiao didn't care about the darkness that had collapsed three steps away from him, and his tone was soft and soft: "You are not Sheng Jiao's Taoist companion, son of parents, or friend of companion, you are Yan Ling, Yan Jianglan, only you You can give yourself the right to live."

The young Yan Ling murmured and repeated Sheng Jiao's words: "I myself..."

"Correct."

"But it's been too long..." Yan Ling was almost timid when he thought of this, "I haven't been there for too long, I'm afraid."

"Not afraid."

In the illusion, no matter how frightening Yan Ling encounters, Sheng Jiao is always by his side, and gently says the phrase "don't be afraid" to him.

These two words seem to have given Yan Ling's weak but still existing courage reflexively, and there seems to be a gleam of light in his eyes.

"I'm not afraid." Yan Ling looked up at Sheng Jiao and murmured, "I'm not afraid."

Sheng Jiao and him looked at each other for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

Yan Ling's eyes widened in a daze.

In the next moment, darkness swept over, completely collapsed the place where the two were, and fell into an invisible abyss.

There was a faint sound of "bang".

... The two broke through the darkness and fell into the flowers.