shut up, shameless old thief

He Que hurried over and patted his back carefully, lest he choke herself to death.

Ji Bingzhu raised his red eyes slightly, and said, "You don't blame me?"

He Que was stunned for a moment, his legs softened, and he knelt down in front of Ji Bingzhu. With tears still in his eyes, he looked at him blankly and murmured: "Why did you kill her?"

Ji Bingzhu said seriously: "I don't want you to die."

He Que said, "I won't die."

Ji Bingzhu tilted his head, and said suspiciously: "Reviving the soul through painting is a path of no return. If you use your own soul to resurrect Yan Wugui through the painting, even the power of returning the gods will not be able to save you." , will fall into obscurity and disappear in ashes."

He said as if he had found ironclad evidence for his words just now, and said, "Look, you will still die."

He Que pursed his lips, and he stood up staggeringly from the ground. His clothes were disheveled and looked fragile. With his back to Ji Bingzhu, he said in a hoarse voice, "Ah, the desert environment is too harsh, you should go with Ah Ya first." Let's go back together."

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave. Ji Bingzhu jumped up from the ground, trotted after him, and said, "Go back? Where are you going? I won't go back, I want to watch you here."

He Que felt helpless: "What are you doing looking at me?"

Ji Bingzhu still had a naive expression on his face, but what he said made people feel cold all over his body: "I want to watch you, if you do something to draw a soul again, I will take your 'Swallows Without Return' again." Killed, don't worry, I won't get bored."

He Que: "..."

As he said, Ji Bingzhu lived directly in the desert. He Que has a manor in the middle of the picture in the desert, and he will not suffer from the hot wind and sand if he lives in it. Ji Bingzhu is gone in a few days Played directly.

He Que actually didn't want Ji Bingzhu to leave early, and when he saw him staying, he tried every means to make him happy. The messy ugly puppet that Ji Bingzhu sewed for him before was brought by him to support it with magic energy. Play and name it "Three Years Old".

Ji Bingzhu seemed unaware of the significance of He Que naming this "three-year-old", and was having so much fun, as if he had completely forgotten his purpose for coming here.

Anyway, He Que thought so when he made the second Yan Wugui, but soon, "Yan Wugui" was smashed by Ji Bingzhu, who was elusive, before he came back to life. Fortunately, He Que had the previous one. Mentally prepared, he didn't go crazy directly, and soon continued to do the third one behind Ji Bingzhu's back.

Ji Bingzhu lived in the manor in the desert for half a year, destroying more than 40 souls in He Que's paintings, and some of them hadn't even finished painting the portrait of Yan Wugui, so Ji Bingzhu ran over and burned the scroll with a torch .

He Que gave up completely in the end, and Ji Bingzhu repeatedly promised that he would not be the soul of the painting before coaxing him away.

Although Ji Bingzhu is very sensitive to the soul in the painting, but his temper is still as easy to deceive as before. He Que only said "I promise not to do it again next time", he obediently believed it, and packed up his little one. With the burden, he left with A Ya.

But not long after he left, he backtracked and once again used his soul to create a "Swallows without Return".

The last soul of Yan Wugui has been watching by the side, she watched He Que bewitched by her, watched him step by step approaching this wild sandy sea, and there was no way out, watching him draw day and night The picture scroll with similar faces forced himself into a look that even he himself could not recognize.

He Que knelt on the icy ground, and the candlestick beside him was flickering with faint candlelight, dimly illuminating a roll of portraits in his hand.

Yan Wugui's illusory soul was always standing not far from He Que, she looked softly at the young man who seemed to have grown up, and sighed weakly: "He Que."

Of course, it was impossible for He Que to hear it. He knelt on the ground, scratched his fingers and dripped his blood on the portrait, which was quickly absorbed by the portrait, and then the monstrous devilish energy penetrated into it instantly, and the strong wind rose from the ground. Blow the candle flames to the side.

He Que pressed the picture scroll on the ground, lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Ah Yang, I'm sorry, I still..."

The scroll suddenly floated up from the ground, and He Que stood up, her long hair and white clothes fluttering in the wind.

Yan Wugui: "Heque..."

He Que said hoarsely: "I still can't let her go."

As soon as the words were finished, a white light flashed on the scroll, and then "Yan Wugui" dressed in black on the scroll slowly walked down from the painting as if he had come to life, and turned into a living person after landing.

He Que rushed over with both hands and feet, and hugged Yan Wugui, who was as cold as a puppet, into his arms. His eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't stop muttering: "No Return, No Return, this time I I will protect you well, and no one will hurt you again."

In his long life, he was finally completely driven crazy by an illusory shadow named Yan Wugui.

The eyes of "Swallow Wugui" are like dots of ink, without any light. Even if she is hugged by someone, she looks as cold as ice, which is natural. She is just a painting forcibly drawn by Heque. Humans can never be human.

Yan Wugui's wisp of soul sighed again.

900 years later, He Que, who has been using the soul to revive Yan Wugui, finally reaped the consequences of his own death. Tianlei chased all the way from Luyi City to Luomo Mountain, and he was bound to kill those who scorned the way of heaven and tried to change their fate.

Yan Wugui hugged He Que who had passed out, and murmured: "Fool, I never liked you."

In 900 years, the half-grown boy had been transformed into a mature and stable man. He Que's face was not much different from before, except that his facial features were wide open. alienated.

Yan Wugui gently pressed his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "Perhaps for you, knowing me is a big mistake."

Ji Bingzhu looked at her movements blankly: "You...what do you want to do to him?"

Yan Wugui didn't answer, but instead said: "Ji Yan, after He Que wakes up, take him away from Luomo Mountain as soon as possible. If the enchantment spirit comes out, your life may be in danger."

Ji Bingzhu let out an "oh" and said, "Then what does your undrawn soul have to do with me?"

The reason why Shi Yuan told him why he became what he is now seems to be related to Yan Wugui's undrawn soul.

Yan Wugui slightly raised his head and glanced at him, seeming to be a little puzzled: "I thought you knew it all along, but haven't you noticed that your soul has long been missing?"

Ji Bingzhu was taken aback for a moment, and Bian Ling behind him rushed up and said sharply, "What do you mean by the lack of emotion?"

Yan Wugui didn't care about his attitude, and said: "Although he said that he was ignorant of the world and love since he was a child, but his current appearance is too much. I'm afraid it's a disease of lack of emotion. Think about it carefully, have you been raped before? Have people taken out their souls?"

Ji Bingzhu bit his fingertips and thought for a while, then said, "I don't remember."

He was also big-hearted, Yan Wugui sighed helplessly, and said: "Then you'd better go out earlier, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

"how about you?"

Yan Wugui: "Me?"

She slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at He Que's handsome face again. She stretched out her slender fingers to gently stroke He Que's side face, and said helplessly: "I never like to owe favors. I have given my whole life to me, so what is the difficulty for me to use Yipo to resist death for him?"

Ji Bingzhu was stunned for a moment, and he thought inappropriately: "This is...do you like it?"

He slightly raised his head and glanced at Bian Ling beside him, not knowing why his eyes were suddenly sore.

Bian Ling trembled from his wet eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Ji Bingzhu shook his head, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "I want candy."

Even though the current atmosphere is not suitable for doing this kind of thing, Bian Ling still sighed, peeled off the candy and stuffed it into his mouth, Ji Bingzhu narrowed his eyes immediately, feeling that the pain in his chest that was uncomfortable just now would stop .

Yan Wugui lightly pressed He Que's eyebrows with his fingers, and was about to move when He Que, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, slowly opened them for some reason.

Yan Wugui didn't expect him to wake up suddenly, and was taken aback for a moment.

He Que struggled to open his eyes, and stared at the person in front of him in bewilderment. For a moment, he couldn't tell what year Jinxi was. He stretched out his hand with difficulty and pressed Yan Wugui's back, and murmured: Return? Are you back?"

Yan Wugui's eyes moved slightly, and then she was slightly distracted, leaned into his ear, and said softly: "He Que, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

He Que was stunned for a moment, but before she could understand what she meant, she felt that Yan Wugui's hand on his forehead seemed to release a wave of spiritual power into his mind, like an invisible hand, slowly overwhelmed his memory.

"Wugui! Wugui! Look at me, I have grown taller again today, and I can marry you and go home in a few days!" The little child ran to the sword-wielding Yan Wugui with the scroll in his arms. Beside him, tiptoeing, he said, "Oh, no return, no return! Where are you going? Can you take me there?"

"No return! My brother said that I can go to the spring hunting this time too. Let's go hunting together, shall we?" The half-grown young man, with a tall body and a green shirt like a banishment, stopped Yan Wu with a smile. The way home.

"No return?"

"No return! I'm going to grow up soon, you have to wait for me!"

"If it's so beautiful, I thought you might like it, so I picked it up and showed it to you. Look, is it beautiful?"

From childhood to adulthood, He Que would show her great hospitality every once in a while, but every time Yan Wugui acted as if he hadn't seen him, allowing him to chatter and follow along the way without giving a single glance.

She always thought that this young and frivolous child's obsession with her was only temporary, but she never thought that He Que's obsession would involve his whole life.

He Que's eyes were a little blank, and he felt that there seemed to be something missing in his mind unconsciously. He broke out in cold sweat, grabbed Yan Wugui's hand with difficulty, gritted his teeth and made an intermittent voice: "Wugui ... Yan Wugui ... what are you doing?"

Yan Wugui leaned over slightly, and kissed her gently on He Que's brow and finger—this was the only time she responded to He Que so tenderly.

"He Que, why don't you know what abandonment is?" Yan Wugui looked at him helplessly, and with a gap in his hand, he erased all the memories about her in He Que's mind bit by bit.

After the gap, the crane returned to Huabiao. Since then, in the world of sparrows, there are no more swallows and no return.

Only then did He Que know that he was panicking. He felt that the memory in his mind was being slowly and mercilessly erased. The feeling of being out of control was so uncomfortable that he trembled in panic.

He staggered and wanted to stand up, but because of the heavy injury, he fell back here and couldn't even move. He could only shake his voice and said: "I... I know that I have given up and have no return. I know! Don't use the gap again... don't use it, okay?"

Yan Wugui knew He Que's rebellious nature, and slowly shook his head in his despairing eyes.

Two lines of He Que's tears fell again—he was obviously a man, but when he encountered the matter about Yan Wugui, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was young and ignorant, and he would cry non-stop whenever he encountered something.

"Wugui, you don't want me anymore, don't you want me to want you too?" He Que cried until his voice became hoarse, "You let me remember you, as long as I remember you, Wugui? Wugui!"

Yan Wugui's heart was like a rock, indifferently ignoring his begging again and again, completely driving the gap into his mind.

The last sound of no return came to an abrupt end, He Que slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep again, his fingers still tightly hooked to Yan Wugui's sleeve.

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