The apprentice is tempted every day on the edge of madness

Maybe he was thinking too much, Xiangong Ling retracted her sharpness, and also pulled the corner of her lower lip towards the other party.

Yue Lixian was close to Xiangongling, and took advantage of the position to twist on the latter's arm.

Xiangong Ling didn't respond much, and didn't seem to care much.

Yue Lixian felt the numbness of the extremely fast shuttle passing between his hands.

I think Master let Zi Ting rush over, the electric current he carried was extremely weak, and he ran too fast, leaving almost no feeling, let alone pain.

But Yue Lixian frowned, and tried to hold back as if he didn't make a sound, his jaw line was tensed, and he looked like he was hurt.

Xiangong Ling looked a little aggrieved, and hesitated for a few seconds, and for the first time began to doubt her own definition of "property".

But after he repeatedly deduced the force he had just applied several times in his mind, even if it hurt a little, it shouldn't be Yue Lixian's reaction.

Yue Lixian was like a kid who wanted to attract attention, he got the effect he wanted, and he quit as soon as he saw it. Xiangong Ling saw that he was finally "not hurting" again, so he didn't worry too much.

However, Li Xian's pain sensitivity is too low, Xiangong Ling thought, he needs to exercise more in the future.

However, she completely forgot how when they first met, when this man had almost no good place to cover his body, how he gritted his teeth, braced his body with blood dripping, and walked away with him while the wound was tearing open.

At this time, Ying Zihuai didn't know where he heard something, and was looking over in surprise, quite hesitant, Yue Lixian knew that he had been unpacked, most likely by Guibai.

I saw Ying Zihuai nodding towards Xiangong Ling, then saw the sleeve robe twirling in the air, the white shadow swayed, and the man left in the opposite direction without looking back, Yue Lixian He was about to chase, but was stopped all of a sudden.

Anxiety filled his heart, and irritability gradually welled up in his eyes, but bit by bit his eyelashes covered him up.

It's not that Ying Zihuai didn't have doubts in his heart, he had never seen Xiangong Ling take such good care of anyone, and let him go in and out of his residence, and he had never seen it before.It was only when Guibai reminded him that he figured it out.

Besides this little apprentice, who else can make a senior brother do this?

Now the senior brother is going to other places, and Yue Lixian stays here, so he naturally has to take care of the senior brother on behalf of the senior brother.

but……

Ying Zihuai glanced at this person, the latter fell silent after Xiangong Ling left, and did not make a fuss to leave, this is not as difficult as his senior brother described...

Xiangongling just went to the side to check the situation, and walked around to Wuqiu's place.

He sat cross-legged in front of the front of the formation, closed his eyes and melted his spiritual consciousness into it. The first thing he felt was the sound, followed by the whistling of the wind, and Yingyu Qingming.

In the picture, the sun is just right, the color of green onions is dyed with the fragrance of summer, and a light figure jumps into the line of sight.

"Wu Qiu" was jumping up and down to fight wits and bravery with the old man of the Miao clan, and when he got to the hard point, the movement became louder, and a group of children all cast their curious eyes.

Xian Gongling silently looked at the young man Hu Wei, day and night, the sun and the moon changed, Yu Ling seemed to be the same as before, the time in the clan is getting longer, but the clansman still looks the same, living alone, being favored by time, or is forgotten.

I don't know how long it took, he moved and flicked his sleeves, time seems to be thinking about this place, time flies, the picture changes, people are caught off guard.

It was after Yu Ling died.

The members of the Yuling tribe were defeated by the long-planned surprise attack, but they were not powerless to resist, let alone all died.But the remaining clansmen will never believe the so-called "compassion" of the enemy, so burning everything together becomes the choice.

Wu Qiu is trying to enter the formation, over and over again, breaking through the clan formation that did not exist long ago, everything around is covered with snow and frost, the former brightness is suddenly covered by ice color, under the ice layer, everything inside It's like the old days, but he is the only one who is kept out.

He clenched his fist and hit it hard, trying to pry a corner of this space that was no longer open to him, but it was in vain.

In the old days, Yu Ling was a boring painting he had seen for a long time. He broke away from this painting, he was a person who had ignored the painting, and was also a person who was left behind by the painting.

It was late at night, and the wind and frost were getting worse. Wuqiu stopped struggling, and lay down directly on her lower body, curled up slightly, and used the ground as a mat, snuggling in front of this cold land.

The cold wind howled bitterly, and the thick snow and frost froze his eyelashes, dyed his brows and eyes, and his hollow eyes melted into the night, completely swallowed by the abyss.

The world is alone, and the lonely moon hangs in the sky.The glitz is gone, and the song ends.

There was no one to hear, no one to understand, nowhere to speak, and he had no tears to shed.

……

When Xian Gongling saw "myself", although her eyes turned colder, the aura she showed at that time was far less than the current repulsiveness.

A pretty woman came closer, smiling like a flower, as if she was whispering something to him, and although the young man looked aside coldly, he couldn't help but pay attention to what she was saying.

Ji Fuluo.

The hands in the sleeves were slightly curled up, and Xiangong Ling felt relieved, and the scene seemed to reappear before his eyes.

"Ah Ling, falling into the devil is not what I want. Uncle Shi and the others don't believe me, what about you...can you trust me again?" She asked secretly.

Facing the hidden fragility and anticipation in her eyes, he seemed unaware, and his tone of voice was ice-cold:

"Framed fellow sects, assassinated master sects, colluded with demon cultivators to torture innocent people, and they bowed their heads to you, which of these is not you?"

"...That's not... from the same sect, she is a demon cultivator, she is the one who wants to..." The trembling voice gradually subsided, the woman moved her mouth, lowered her eyes, and could not utter a word.

He turned his back.

"See you again, and goodbye forever."

A prophecy.

The day of "Farewell" came too fast, Xiangong Ling knew what would happen, and when the scene from the past reappeared, there was something unknown at that moment.

For example, why did he go to the deserted Shanqiu alone at that time, why Ji Fuluo was there, and why he saw her before others.

Also the last time.

When Xiangong Ling saw Wu Qiu in the picture, these questions were all solved.

At that time, he never expected to see his clansman, even if the other party did not make much disguise, he would not guess who it was.

In vain, he remembered what Wu Qiu said: "Not only will Wu Qiu not sit idly by, but she will also contribute to the flames."

Xiangong Ling's mind became complicated, he didn't know that this was not "truth", but it was so, he was almost brought into it.

Not to mention Wuqiu who was kept in the dark.

If he doesn't take action and continues to let these repeats happen, will he still choose to repeat the same mistakes and get lost at the end?

Wu Qiu regards Yu Ling as more important than his life, and if things get worse, all the bargaining chips he owns and his blood will no longer exist except him...

Dreams are easy to indulge, and it is futile to keep them as they are. If nightmares are worse than reality, maybe it is easier to accept.

After all, there's nothing worse than worse.

When he had an idea, he immediately rewrote the formula without hesitation.

As night falls, the fairy palace feathers ride the wind and fall, stepping on the moonlight to return, and the snow clothes still look dusty in the moonlight.

When he approached the pavilion, he closed the door lightly, stepped into the inner room, and saw that Yue Lixian had already rested on the couch.

Yue Lixian's figure was as tall as a sprouting seedling, perhaps because he took care of himself, he took off the camouflage on his face during the day, and when he got a glimpse of his true face, the still-grown deep outline became more and more obvious.

But in Xiangong Ling's eyes, he was still a young boy, almost like a child.

This has nothing to do with age, even if the moon is a few years longer, I'm afraid it will still be like this.Xu is getting along for a long time, and the impression is easier to take root.

Yue Lixian's sleeping face is very obedient, the black eyelashes on the fair face are slightly raised like cattail fans, the sound of clear and shallow breathing spreads, the chest rises and falls slightly, and the quiet appearance like a hibiscus is so beautiful that it will be distorted. At that time, there was a shadow with teeth and claws baring like he was angry.

Xiangong Ling walked over, even though she was used to seeing him, she still couldn't help looking at him for a while, her shallow eyes were warmed up, she just wanted to reach out to rub his hair, but finally stopped.

The man was sleeping soundly, Xiangong Ling moved a few steps away, and was about to back away, when he suddenly found that Yue Lixian, who was still asleep just now, suddenly began to feel restless.

Thin sweat dripped from his forehead, his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips were slightly parted as if he was talking nonsense, and his hands moved quite unsteadily indiscriminately.

Another nightmare?

Xiangong Ling was watching, but saw that instead of calming down, his breathing suddenly became difficult and his movements became louder.

He stepped forward and pressed the other's hand that was grasping randomly, Yue Lixian also opened his eyes at this moment, a flash of purple streamer quietly passed in his eyes, but the light in the room was too dark, it was extremely difficult to detect.

"Off string?"

Yue Lixian didn't respond, but suddenly broke free from the restraints, suddenly clasped his wrists and leaned over, the chalcedony on his neck also fell out of the hem due to this movement, and was pulled back by the tied rope.

His eyes gradually gained some focus, and he was able to distinguish people, but his consciousness was still in a hazy state.

Aware of who it was, Yue Lixian was stunned for a few seconds, his hands relaxed a little, but the whole person hugged him all at once, with a tense expression, and eagerly muttering in his mouth.

Xian Gongling listened to it several times before she could figure out what he was talking about.

"...Don't... leave me behind."

Xiangongling smiled slightly, stretched out her hand and ran along his back, "I won't leave you behind."

"...you are...my...master..."

"En." Xiangong Ling replied. "it's me."

Sensing someone's response, Yue Lixian seemed to find some comfort, he raised his head, and stared at him stubbornly, his hoarse voice gradually became clearer.

"I don't want to go to the outer door, senior brother, I want to be at Qingzhu Peak...how can you leave me, master won't leave me...I don't want senior brother, I want master..."

The atmosphere suddenly condensed down.

He can still understand the previous words, what are these?Can such nonsense be fabricated in this state?

Xiangong Ling's expression froze, and he looked at the past seriously, but couldn't find a trace of jokes.

His extremely fast finger-twisting formula directly penetrated into his body, and the cold light flowed and disappeared in an instant, accompanied by a cool tone.

"Look clearly, Li Xian, who am I?"