【Xue Xiao】Prisoner in the deserted city

As he said that, Xue Yang tightened his fingers in vain, as if he wanted to avenge Xiao Xingchen for hitting him just now.

It has become Xue Yang's instinct to retaliate. If anyone owes him a point, he will pay him [-]%.

Xiao Xingchen's hand that was pierced by the sharp blade was severely restrained, the wound was torn, and the phalanges and tendons were dislocated, almost completely crippled.Xue Yang couldn't bear to let him cripple him, and as soon as he let go, Xiao Xingchen's arm fell limply, and he instinctively supported the ground, but this time it hurt even more, and he almost died of pain.

Xiao Xingchen knelt down in front of Xue Yang, trembling, not moving the injured part, and pushed Xue Yang with the other hand, only wishing to get as far away from him as possible.

But no matter how superb his swordsmanship and mellow spiritual power he was in the past, he has fallen short now, and he can no longer be Xue Yang's opponent.

"Master Daoist, you weren't so weak when you stabbed me with your sword before." Xue Yang mocked wantonly, and tightened his grip on Xiao Xingchen's hair, lifting him all the way up. .

Xue Yang was full of malice: "Across the three provinces to capture me, how persistent, Jinlintai trial, what righteous words! But in the end, I am still fine, you are the one who failed the most. I I just don’t understand, Xiao Xingchen, what’s so good about you, why am I just...could it be contagious even to fools?”

Three years ago, Jin Guangyao cleaned up Xue Yang, who was seriously injured, was picked up by the blind Xiao Xingchen and brought back, taking good care of him.Xue Yang originally wanted to kill him after he recovered from his injuries, but maybe he thought it would be too cheap for him to chop him off with a single sword.Xiao Xingchen prided himself on being noble, so he planned to stain Shuanghua with mortal blood.

But, day after day, for some reason, even this so-called "night hunt" Xue Yang didn't bother to play anymore, and actually started to live with him and that little blind man.

Is it because I am nostalgic for the ordinary life, or because I am moved by a piece of candy next to my pillow every morning?

Perhaps for a moment, Xue Yang thought, would he be moved too?Or maybe he never thought about it.

Xiao Xingchen valued love and righteousness, so he induced him to kill his close friend.Xue Yang has always played a good hand of killing and killing people. If he hadn't been accidentally caught by Xiao Xingchen that time, he would have never been caught in anyone's hands. He also won a big victory this time.

Xue Yang knew that it was those three years that made him care about Xiao Xingchen, or he cared more and more about Xiao Xingchen.

but why.

What is so good about Xiao Xingchen?

It was people like him that Xue Yang looked down on the most.

Xiao Xingchen had put life and death aside a long time ago, and he didn't know why he was still alive. He hoped that Xue Yang would kill him in such a rage, and instinctively wanted to leave Xue Yang's side crazily.

The more Xiao Xingchen struggled, the more excited Xue Yang became.Xue Yang pulled off the collar of Xiao Xingchen's Taoist robe to check.The scab on the wound on the neck has long since fallen off, and the tender flesh is about to grow, and now it has turned into a faint grayish pink color, and there is a long horizontal line there, the wound is too deep, and I am afraid it will not be visible until a long time later. Or it might stay there forever.The wounds on the clavicle and chest where the eyes are located have also healed, leaving only faint marks, which are only skin traumas, and it seems that they will completely disappear in a short time, and there should be no scars.

Xue Yang was relieved, and thousands of tricks to torture people immediately came to mind, all of which were researched when he was helping Jin Guangyao to extract confessions by torture and refining corpses from living people.

He himself does not have such a habit, at most he will cut off the tongue of a chatty person, if the person is still not convinced, then he will chop it into several pieces and force the person to eat it.

No matter which method Xue Yang wanted to try on Xiao Xingchen one by one.After making a few gestures, I felt that neither method was suitable.

Xiao Xingchen didn't know that such terrible thoughts flashed through Xue Yang's mind, and he was pulling his clothes fiercely, so as not to let the wide Taoist robe slip off his shoulders.The soldier can be killed but cannot be humiliated, his plain white face flushed red.

Xue Yang took a few glances at Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen's actions seemed really strange to Xue Yang, beating him and scolding him for indifference, on the contrary, a little thing that he despises would poke him sorely.

For example, Xue Yang threatened Xiao Xingchen with Song Lan, but he didn't expect it to be so effective.Killing the cat to make soup stimulated revenge on him, but he didn't expect him to react so strongly.

He had seen through Xiao Xingchen's way of doing this, so he tried it repeatedly, but he himself scoffed at it, thinking it was really ridiculous.

Xue Yang, a rascal, didn't know the cleanliness of a cultivator, he sneered extremely disdainfully, and said, "You are really worthy of being the proud disciple of your master Baoshan Sanren, and you have inherited the same character and character."

Biting a certain word maliciously, Xiao Xingchen suddenly raised his head, ignoring the pain on his hand, swung out a hand knife, and the movement was swift and swift, looking as if he wanted to fight Xue Yang desperately .

Xiao Xingchen has no spiritual power, his physical strength is weak, and he has no strength even if he is fast. Xue Yang doesn't have to dodge. He easily grabbed Xiao Xingchen's wrist and said, "Master can't tell, can you?"

Damn, there are so many entanglements, it takes a lot of effort.

Xiao Xingchen gritted his teeth: "Shut your mouth!"

Xue Yang said with a smile: "If you don't tell me and let me talk, that would be so boring. Why don't I ask Daoist Song to come over and let the three of us chat together, what do you think?"

Xiao Xingchen only wanted Song Lan's corpse to be at peace, so he would never have the face to see him again.Xue Yang was still chattering on the sidelines, Xiao Xingchen wanted to cover his ears in pain, but Xue Yang tightly bound his wrists, and he didn't care if his hand was bleeding, so he forced him to listen excitedly, and mentioned Song Lan later. , Mentioning his teacher's door for a while, each word stabbed his heart like a needle.

Xue Yang smiled presumptuously: "Which mountain and temple are you hugging? Can you take me to visit it when you have time? I also want to go to purify it, to cleanse the mundane world, hahaha..."

Xiao Xingchen trembled all over, and the tragic image of Baixue Temple in the past came to mind.

There were corpses everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.There were hundreds of people up and down in Quanguan, and none of them survived.The clotted blood almost soaked the entire Baixue Temple.

Xue Yang said: "Master Daoist, you are shaking so much that I can barely hold it up, as if I am bullying you."

Xiao Xingchen trembled: "Stay away from me..."

Xue Yang took a sip, and said with hatred: "Damn it, what's the point, it's all bullshit!"

Not knowing who he was scolding, Xue Yang grabbed Xiao Xingchen's arm, dragged him all the way to the door, and pushed him out.

Xue Yang said: "Okay, then you can fend for yourself."

Xiao Xingchen staggered a few steps and tried his best to stabilize his body so as not to fall down. Then there was a loud sound of the door closing behind him.

The tyrannical voice was blocked by the wooden door, and the whole body became quiet all of a sudden.In the middle of the night, in an empty yard, only the howling of wild wolves in the distant mountains.

Suddenly losing strength, Xiao Xingchen swayed twice, staggered two steps forward, and slid down a coffin to sit down.He was exhausted, and he didn't care about the injured palm and the many scars, and quickly fell asleep in the cold wind.

After venting the grievances accumulated over the past few days, he went to the place where Xiao Xingchen usually sleeps and slept all night.When Xue Yang woke up in the morning, he stroked a few strands of hair randomly and tied it with a hair tie. After washing, he opened the gate of Yizhuang.

A formation was set up outside the courtyard, and Xiao Xingchen was expected to be unable to escape.Sure enough, Xue Yang spotted Xiao Xingchen leaning against the coffin at a glance.

Xiao Xingchen was sitting on the ground, still sleeping with his head resting on a bent leg.The long hair covered half of the face, only half of the bandage was visible.The hand resting on the knee was hanging down, and the wound on it was turned outward, bloody and bloody, and the blood that flowed from the fingers to the trouser legs and the ground had solidified and turned black.

On a gloomy early spring morning, the wind was mixed with a bone-deep coolness, gently blowing the ends of Xiao Xingchen's hair and the hem of his thin clothes.

Xue Yang lazily said: "Xiao Xingchen, as you wish, you are far away from me, can you still sleep comfortably?"

Unexpectedly, there was no answer, so Xue Yang walked over impatiently and pushed him. Xiao Xingchen was about to fall when pushed, but Xue Yang held him up, no matter how much he shook, there was no response.

Life is definitely not lost, this person will not die for his friend no matter what, and will try his best to let himself live.

But why is he still awake?

The excessively high temperature passed through the fabric to Xue Yang's hands, Xue Yang frowned suspiciously, after careful consideration, he finally came to his senses, cursed, and said to himself, "I won't be sick."

As he said that, he pulled Xiao Xingchen up to touch his forehead. He thought he had touched a stove, but was so surprised that Xue Yang's hand shot away.

Fuck, is this human body temperature?