Can the tail be tickled?

Mo Ziyi quickly drew a formation on the ground, sat cross-legged in the formation, Ye Wuhui sat outside the formation, the ice-blue spiritual power slowly entered Mo Ziyi's body through the void.

The scorching red flames spread along the lines of the formation, and finally ignited suddenly. Like a furnace, the hot air burst out vigorously, slowly rising into the air, burning the air, and wherever the line of sight was, there were It was slightly distorted by the scorching heat.

Thin beads of sweat ran down the corner of his forehead, amidst the red flames, Mo Ziyi frowned, his face was pale, and a sweet and fishy smell gushed out of his throat, but he swallowed it time and time again. Behind him, four The tail is covered with red light.

The taste of forcibly breaking through is uncomfortable, as if tearing the body in half abruptly, and like densely packed worms, gnawing at the meridians, trying to tear the body apart.

The feeling of colic spread along the meridians to every corner of the whole body, the red inflammation became hotter and hotter, burning fiercely, the scalding high temperature permeated the entire tunnel, the distorted air completely blocked Ye Wuhui's sight, and he could no longer see his body. The boy in red in the formation.

He passed through the red flames, sending spiritual power into it continuously. After an unknown amount of time, he heard a few explosions of burning air in his ears. The red flames suddenly exploded, as if all the air had been sucked into it In the flames, Ye Wuhui suddenly felt a lump in his throat and had difficulty breathing.

A red glow pierced through the flames, followed by the roar of thunder, piercing through the thick city wall and hitting the eardrums.

Mo Ziyi successfully attracted the catastrophe! !

Thunder and lightning hit the tunnel crazily, like the sound of a drum beating, echoing in the tunnel repeatedly, shaking people's hearts slightly.

"Crack-"

I don't know how many hits like this, the top of the tunnel finally cracked a gap.Looking for such an opportunity, Tianlei broke in unscrupulously along this gap, tore through the red-striped formation, and with a mighty force, he slashed at the person who attracted the catastrophe.

At this time, Mo Ziyi has turned into a fox body. The little fox is lying in the center of the formation, with five tails drooping behind his back. His hair is scorched black by the monstrous red flames. Thunder and lightning whizzed down from the sky. He closed his eyes, Mobilize the spiritual power of the whole body, trying to collide with the sky thunder to resist.

It was supposed to be a heart-piercing pain, but Mo Ziyi felt that he was pulled into a warm embrace, and a pair of cold palms caressed his back, hugging him tightly.

Wa Ke thundered, bursts of thunder, the shocking thunder exploded in the tunnel, setting off a majestic energy fluctuation, Ye Wuhui broke into the formation at some point, and firmly protected the little fox in his arms , to accompany him to endure such heart-burning pain.

The soft voice burst into my ears, as if all the pain had disappeared, I was just yearning for such a strong and warm embrace, indulging and sinking.

"If your body can't bear this thunder disaster alone, let me be with you, and I will bear everything you can't bear for you."

"Ziyi, I am here, I will always be here."

......

What happened after that, Mo Ziyi couldn't feel it anymore. After the thunder calamity, his consciousness fell into chaos, and the surroundings of his consciousness were full of darkness.

In a trance, a cold and warm voice suddenly appeared in my ears: "Life, or death?"

"Health." Mo Ziyi replied.

Nature is life, and no one wants to live.

He tried his best to open his eyes, but the surroundings were still blurred, so he could only see a slender figure in the illusory.

That was Ye Wuhui. After loving him for so many years, Mo Ziyi could recognize just a shadow.

It seems that dense ink is blooming in the water, and the surrounding scenery gradually begins to become clear.

Here is the Ten Thousand Flowers Terrace, where the red flames are about to rest, and sparks are dotted, filling the space between the heaven and the earth.

Ye Wuhui hugged Mo Ziyi's body horizontally, left here, left the dispute, walked resolutely, walked decisively.

This is......

Lei Jie successfully destroyed the tunnel and the formation, and the remaining energy restarted the backtracking formation again, allowing Mo Ziyi to return to the past and allowing him to see Ye Wuhui's memory.

After Mo Ziyi died, that memory.

Ye Wuhui brought Mo Ziyi to a quiet place.

This place is strange, Mo Ziyi has never been here before, it seems to be the top of a high mountain.

There is a small wooden house here, with tables, chairs and beds, all covered with a layer of red cloth, like a wedding room, warm and tidy.

Ye Wuhui carried Mo Ziyi onto the bed, wiped off the filth on his body, and changed into his favorite red dress.

After that, Ye Wuhui didn't move any more, just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him motionlessly.

The young man slept soundly. The setting sun shone through the window, casting a faint halo on his face, making his eyebrows look like stars, as beautiful as before.

After watching for a long time like this, Ye Wuhui slowly raised his hand and caressed his cheek, his thin lips moved slightly, word by word, and said in a deep voice:

"You planted thousands of flowers for me, and I prepared such a wooden house for you."

"..."

"Hidden in the forest, no one disturbs, no worries, only... you and I, together for a lifetime."

"..."

"Mo Ziyi, you once said that you will be entangled with me for the rest of your life, but why leave me here alone?"

"..."

"You are really cruel to me."

"..."

"From now on, I will never forget that you are my joy, but you are also my pain."

"..."

Ye Wuhui has never said so many words, only for one person, only following his heart.

However, no one responded.

No one will respond in this life.

He leaned down, kissed Mo Ziyi's lips, and said hoarsely, "I like you."

He spoke these four characters very lightly and thinly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but he could only utter such words that were as vigorous as gossamer.

His face was still as cold as his memory, but in those deep pool-like pupils, there were no more waves, only dead silence and a boundless abyss.

Ye Wuhui walked out of the wooden house, lit a fire, and set the wooden house ablaze.

He stood in the distance, the flames were thick, and the smoke billowed, spreading into the sky.I don't know if he was blinded by such thick smoke, but a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye, and it meandered down, leaving a faint trace of tears.

Everything was burned to ashes, turned into dust, and merged with the sky and the earth.Ye Wuhui stepped into the ruins, collected a handful of ashes, put them in a small flowerpot, covered them with soil, and buried a small seed.

Ye Wuhui is wandering in the world.

He went to the river they met for the first time. The water was clear and tinkling, and the fruit trees grew lush on the riverside.

He leaned against the tree, stayed for a long time, caught a few fish with clear feathers, put them on the fire, bit by bit, grilled, the smell of the fish was overflowing, but he couldn't eat any more.

He went alone to release the sky lanterns, watched the red silk fluttering under the marriage tree, and watched the lights rise into the night sky. There, the stars and flowers bloomed just right. That year, the young man held the stars flowers and said to him: "Ye Wuhui, in this life ,Do not forget me."

He went to the restaurant that Mo Ziyi had brought him to, and ordered the same food as that day, and it was here that the young man leaned against his side and kissed him.That was their first kiss, sly, naughty, and also, never to be forgotten.

Ye Wuhui traveled to many places, and finally, he returned to Wanhua Terrace.

After the fire, all things burned, thousands of flowers withered, leaving only black ashes on the ground.

He stood in Wanhua Terrace for more than ten days, the sun rose and the morning light shone on the whole world;

Ye Wuhui walked here holding the small flower pot where Mo Ziyi's ashes were buried.

When walking to a certain place, Qing Yu suddenly let out a buzzing sound, it broke free from Ye Wuhui's hand, and dug in the soil, gradually a bright red was dug out bit by bit during Qing Yu's movements.

It's Kureha.

The scars are broken, and the spiritual power is gone.

Kureha died too, along with his master.

After being missing for more than a month, Ye Wuhui returned to Qing Yanzong.

He asked himself: To live, or to die?

"pregnancy."

The catastrophe is about to end, and the victims have nowhere to go. Ye Wuhui does his best to help the emperor, lead the cultivation world, and stabilize the world.

He asked himself again: "To live, or to die?"

"pregnancy."

He came to the Ten Thousand Flowers Terrace, replanted thousands of flowers, took good care of them, and finally waited for the thousands of flowers to bloom again, standing in the wind and swaying.

For the third time he asked himself: "To be or not to be?"

This time, he didn't answer himself for a long time, but came to the top of the mountain, the ashes were still there, and the traces of burning remained. He stood beside the ruins, looking at the distant mountains, winding up and down, surrounded by clouds and mist, like silver. belt, circling and holding the whole world.

With Qing Yu stretched across his neck, his lips parted slightly, he finally replied: "Death."

Duties have been fulfilled, here, there is nothing to love.

Qing Yu trembled and let out a long buzzing sound. He followed his master and let out the final sword weeping sound.

Ye Wuhui lowered his eyes, and took a last look at the small flowerpot——

His hand froze suddenly.

It wasn't because he didn't want to die, but because the potted flower containing Mo Ziyi's ashes actually grew a small flower bud, as if bathed in the sunshine of the whole world, this small flower bud was blooming little by little in front of his eyes .

The light blue petals are swaying, holding the stars and blooming with warm sun.

He can't be dead.

Mo Ziyi didn't want him to die.

Then he will live, live well, and guard this world.

Guard the world that Mo Ziyi tried his best to protect.

He smiled, that kind of, the shallowest, most reassuring smile.

The warm snow melts, and the lingering spring rain does not distinguish between you and me; the empty stream, unstained by dust, flows through the mountains.

If he can live a new life, he must abandon the secular world, stay by Mo Ziyi's side, and then tell him with a smile——

"I like you."

......

There was a sudden roar in the ears, and the tunnel collapsed under countless thunders, and the formation that could swallow the world was completely destroyed in this instant.

Mo Ziyi opened his eyes, Ye Wuhui was hugging him, protecting him tightly, guarding him, his whole body was covered with wounds, big flowers of blood bloomed on the silver and white silk, extremely coquettish , but heartbreaking.

But Ye Wuhui didn't feel pain, he hugged Mo Ziyi, buried his head in his neck, and whispered: "It's over."

"Yeah, it's over."

Ye Wuhui stared deeply at Mo Ziyi, his deep eyes seemed to be able to suck people into them, and a whisper came into his ears: "Ziyi, I like you."

These few ordinary words are the gentle whispers in the dream, the nostalgia and obsession from the past life to the present life.

The calamity cloud dissipated, the catastrophe ceased, and the warm sun penetrated the clouds and mist, shining on the whole world.

After all, this world has returned to peace, and it is no longer turbulent. Everywhere is full of vitality, joy and joy after the catastrophe.

The sky is as blue as the water, and Mo Ziyi is bathed in the warm sun, holding his world in his arms.

He whispered in Ye Wuhui's ear——

"I like you too, husband."

——[End of text].