【Xue Xiao】Prisoner in the deserted city

Xue Yang will not let him go.

The surrounding atmosphere is strong, dangerous and weird.Xiao Xingchen groped and supported the wall and stood up slowly. He couldn't see, but blind people have six senses, not to mention that he is very keen when he cultivates immortals.

Xue Yang watched him with interest, not intending to force his hands, just like a wild animal watching the prey in its mouth, insisting on torturing and playing with it until it is half dead before eating it.

Xue Yang was extremely interested in Xiao Xingchen's next words and even his actions, and a feeling of inexplicable excitement stimulated his brain. Even if Xiao Xingchen only made a small movement, Xue Yang felt in a good mood.

Xue Yang folded his arms and looked at Xiao Xingchen playfully, waiting patiently.But Xiao Xingchen just stood up, without any plans for the next step, as if as long as he didn't lie down in front of Xue Yang, everything else didn't matter.

After waiting for a while, he realized that this person was like a lifeless log, Xue Yang gradually frowned.His eyebrows and eyes are already good-looking, and his handsomeness reveals a three-point childishness. This expression is very similar to that of a teenager who is unhappy because he can't get his favorite candy. In fact, his age is indeed not that old, but his appearance makes him look younger Some.

Xue Yang thought, even if Xiao Xingchen couldn't think about it, he couldn't return to the time he was with him for a while, anger and sadness must be there, he just wanted to see him sinking under the control of those emotions, just like That day Xiao Xingchen knelt in front of Song Lan, who had turned into a murderous corpse, and wept into a ball. Xue Yang looked at him coldly, and felt that he had never felt so happy before, as if the suppressed emotions in his chest were finally relieved.

The more miserable Xiao Xingchen was, the happier he was, and the more depraved he was, the more excited he was.

Every time he won a big victory, he laughed wildly all over his body, laughing at Xiao Xingchen's retribution.

But at this moment, Xiao Xingchen is too calm, his face is snow white, and the gauze on his eyes is also snow white, the empty eyes that once shed blood and tears because of extreme grief and anger, now look as if they will never be hurt by anything again , nothing can touch his nerves.Or, those pains have already been engraved into the bone marrow and soaked into the blood, and there will be no more despair than these pains.

Xue Yang was impatient. In fact, he didn't want to be patient with Xiao Xingchen at all.The childishness on his face was gone, replaced by bloodthirsty ferocity.

Xue Yang said viciously, "I'm not stupid."

As he said that, Xue Yang shook Xiao Xingchen's shoulders, his actions were brutal and crazy, as if he wanted to dismantle Xiao Xingchen and reassemble them, so that he could piece them together into a person he wanted.

The whole body was surrounded by Xue Yang vigorously, and his breath was all over him.Xiao Xingchen didn't want to make contact with Xue Yang at all, and instinctively avoided, but was dragged back by his shoulders vigorously.

Xue Yang said, "Daoist Xiao Xingchen, didn't you really like being with me at that time? It was more than two years ago, did you forget everything all at once? Why are you so avoiding it now, eh?"

"Let me go." Xiao Xingchen responded indifferently, feeling that he could not accept every second of contact with Xue Yang.

Xiao Xingchen knew that it was useless to talk to Xue Yang, it would only make him more insane, but these three cold words ignited Xue Yang's crazy emotions like a flame.

Xue Yang was still prodding him as if he was addicted, and grabbed his shoulders tightly, as if his iron fingers were about to pierce his flesh: "I'm pretty good too, repairing the house, moving firewood, you see you left Can I?"

Xue Yang pressed him and smiled: "I even help you hunt at night."

Not wanting to stay in this place for even a second, Xiao Xingchen touched something hard and cold while pushing back, and Xingchi pulled it out with his backhand in an instant.

Xiao Xingchen's golden elixir was sealed, but he was still alert, his sword flower was very decisive——

In vain, Xue Yang was startled and angry, Xiao Xingchen had just healed from a serious injury, and his speed was insufficient. Seeing that the black light of Jiang's sword was stabbing in this direction, Xiao Xingchen didn't know whether Xiao Xingchen wanted to stab him or himself.Xue Yang pinched his wrist precisely, and at the same time, his wrist felt a sharp pain.

——Unexpectedly, the sword did not fall in response, and Xiao Xingchen still held it tightly between his five fingers, as if it was inevitable to win no matter what.

Xue Yang's brows were furrowed, and his thumb shifted slightly to press on the Neiguan acupuncture point on Xiao Xingchen's wrist. Xiao suddenly felt his entire arm go limp, and he had no choice but to loosen his five fingers.

The Sword of Disaster Reduction was regained by Xue Yang. Xue Yang was so furious that the hand that was holding Jiang Disaster trembled a little. There was no trace of childishness on his face, and he was completely shrouded in a cruel and sinister light.

Xue Yang said, "Are you trying to kill me or yourself!"

Xiao Xingchen turned a deaf ear to Xue Yang. In fact, he didn't know exactly who he was going to stab the sword at. It was just that he accidentally touched the Disaster Relief Sword on Xue Yang's back. The cold hilt made him feel a strong longing. .

He resolutely thought, it would be good for the two of them to stab anyone.

But Xue Yang stopped him, and Xiao Xingchen regretted that he would never have another chance with this move.

Xue Yang said furiously, "Are you addicted to killing, you idiot, it seems that you won't learn to behave if you don't give me some trouble!"

Xue Yang always puts his actions before he speaks. This is his usual style. Before he could finish speaking, the sharp blade of calamity pierced into Xiao Xingchen's shoulder blade.

The sword was fierce and sharp, and blood soon seeped out, staining the snow-white Taoist robe red.Xiao Xingchen didn't cry out, subconsciously he was already prepared, Xue Yang would not let him have an easy time no matter what.

But it still hurt, Xiao Xingchen couldn't help but bend down in pain, holding the sword with trembling hands, not caring that his palm was cut by the sharp blade, but stubbornly wanted to pull it out.

Xue Yang wanted to do the opposite, and with another force in his hand, the sword pierced deeper, pushing Xiao Xingchen against the wall.

Xue Yang bullied him and said, "Scream, why don't you scream? It's not so cheap if you want to die. I'll just let you taste Ling Chi's suffering, let you imprint the pain in your heart, and never dare to commit suicide again."

As he said that, he pinched Xiao Xingchen's hand, and if he allowed him to touch it like this, his palm would have to be cut open. He didn't want Xiao Xingchen to cut off his hand, that would be too ugly.

Xiao Xingchen's current appearance is very good-looking, and this blood-stained appearance is much more pleasing to the eye than when he held Shuanghua and pointed at him righteously before.

What Qingfengmingyue, facing himself is not all lost, extremely embarrassed.

Xue Yang felt a little pleasure and a little anger in the twisting, he pulled out the sword suddenly, and he could almost hear the sound of flesh being cut.Xiao Xingchen was pushed forward involuntarily, and slowly slid down the wall along the wall exhausted.

When some warmth splashed onto his face, Xue Yang stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on his lips, narrowed his eyes, and there was a strange gleam in his pupils.He seemed to like the fishy-sweet taste.

He slashed Xiao Xingchen's body with his backhand a few more times as if venting, the force was not so heavy, but bleeding was unavoidable, and there were many wounds, staining the original white Taoist robe with patches of red.

Facing swords, lights and swords, Xiao Xingchen neither shouted nor dodged, or maybe Xue Yang's crazy and fierce speed made it impossible for him to dodge. It swept across the sky and covered the sky.

Xiao Xingchen's lifeless appearance made Xue Yang extremely irritable and bloodthirsty. The sword alone could not vent his hatred. He smoked it.

The rope slid through the air and made a creepy sound. Xue Yang obviously didn't control his strength, and crazily vented on Xiao Xingchen's frail body.Xiaoxing huddled in a corner, bearing Xue Yang's violence indifferently.The palm of the clenched hand under the wide sleeve has long been pierced by nails, and even the place where it was cut by the blade, blood is flowing profusely all over the ground.

"Xiao Xingchen!" Xue Yang swung the rope and hit Xiao Xingchen, "Speak up, speak out, are you looking down on me!"

It was Xue Yang who was being violent, and it was Xue Yang who felt wronged.

He felt that even if he tortured Xiao Xingchen with all his strength, it was not enough, far from enough.

Xiao Xingchen was bruised all over his body, his sobs were choked in his throat, unable to hold on any longer, he suddenly fell to his side, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

Xue Yang didn't stop, and hit Xiao Xingchen's back with the whip that was half-raised before finally throwing it away casually.He picked up Jiang Mi, wiped Xiao Xingchen's body twice, wiped off the blood, and then slowly put it back into the scabbard.

Xiao Xingchen was still vomiting blood, until he couldn't vomit anything, then he stopped slowly, supporting the ground with his hands and struggling to pant with his body half-supported.

Xue Yang squatted down in front of him, grabbed his collar and pulled him back.Xiao Xingchen was exhausted mentally and mentally, his breath was out of breath, and he was almost unconscious.

Xue Yang didn't allow him to faint, so he lifted Xiao Xingchen's chin with the scabbard, forcing him to face himself.

Xue Yang's tone was chillingly sweet, like a ghost echoing in an empty room,

"You don't want to kill me or commit suicide again. I know you are not afraid of death, even if you are not afraid of what I will do to your good friend."