The return of petitions

"Wei Wuxian, what do you mean by that?" Somebody couldn't hold himself back and asked loudly when his life was threatened and provoked for no reason.

Wei Wuxian didn't even look at the person, threw the bow aside casually, and blew a strange tune directly from Chen Qing, and the eerie air turned into a substantial black mist and headed towards the people present. , No one could resist the strong Yin Qi, and they were all swept down to the ground. They could only endure the discomfort of being invaded by the cold air in their bodies and slowly pass. Some who couldn't bear it even clutched their chests and wailed.

Jin Guangshan and the others had already stood up, and when they saw Wei Wuxian knocking everyone down as soon as he arrived, they hurriedly asked, "Young Master Wei, what do you mean by that?"

Only Jiang Cheng knew that Wei Wuxian came to settle accounts with these people because of Xue Yang. He felt that this move was inappropriate but it was not easy to stop him, so he stood aside with a frown and didn't say much.

Wei Wuxian looked down at the people from all over the world, put his arm around Sen Xie and sneered, "I said before, Xue Yang is my Taoist companion, if you dare to touch him, you are challenging me, Wei Wuxian."

Walking forward a few steps, Wei Wuxian was shocked by the strong yin energy on Wei Wuxian's body. Those who were closest to him all backed up again and again, not even daring to get up, and could only watch Wei Wuxian step by step as if facing a big enemy. When he came over, his eyes were filled with icy scarlet, and the murderous aura was as frightening as ice arrows.

Wei Wuxian had already walked into the crowd, but no one dared to approach the large area that spread out around him. Everyone was a few feet away, looking at him with high vigilance.

Wei Wuxian raised his eyelids and glanced around the people on the ground, his black eyes were not warm at all, but filled with coldness and anger: "Xue Yang has nothing to do with Xianmen, it's only because he is my Taoist companion. This is a far-fetched relationship. But from today onwards, Xue Yang will no longer participate in the affairs of hundreds of schools." The hand behind his back stretched out, holding the blood-stained feather arrow drawn from Xue Yang's shoulder: "From now on, no matter if you want to denounce the devil or seize the Yin Tiger Talisman, come at me." The voice became cold and cold, and the warning was clear: "Don't attack Xue Yang again, otherwise, I will kill you." kill you."

After finishing speaking, he broke the feather arrow into two pieces and threw it on the ground. After looking around at the people present including Jin Guangshan, he turned and strode away.

As soon as Wei Wuxian walked away, everyone hadn't come out of the shock just now. When Wei Wuxian came driving the ghost, his murderous aura was so strong that it was like a waterfall pouring on his head. Everyone thought that this encounter would have to die here .Therefore, even though they were all blue-faced and dissatisfied, none of them really dared to express their dissatisfaction. After looking at each other, they all looked away and stopped looking at each other. A night hunt that was supposed to be a celebration came to an end without a sound.

Wei Wuxian didn't want to stay in Baifeng Mountain, so he bid farewell to Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli the next day, and took Xue Yang to the town at the foot of the mountain to find an inn to stay in, and invited a doctor to take his pulse and prescribe medicine.

The prescribed medicine had to be boiled three times a day to feed Xue Yang to drink, but this time he was injured too badly, and the wound caused a high fever that persisted, and even a spoonful of the decocted medicine could not be poured in, and all flowed down the corner of his mouth onto the pillow .

Wei Wuxian tried several times but couldn't finish feeding a bowl of decoction, so in the end he had to swallow it up in one gulp, then leaned over to pry Xue Yang's lips open with his tongue to feed him bit by bit.

The doctor came to see him twice, and said that the trauma was not serious. The most serious one was the arrow wound on his right shoulder, which almost pierced Xue Yang's shoulder. He lost a lot of blood and caused a high fever. wake up.

After carefully bandaging Xue Yang's shoulder wound with medicine, Wei Wuxian stayed by the bed all day and all night, putting the cloth towel on his forehead in cold water to cool off every hour or three, and stretched out his hand on his bloodless face. Gently caressing: "Xue Yang, you will get better, I'll wait for you to wake up..."

Another two days passed.Wei Wuxian has never felt that the time is so difficult, every moment seems as long as a year.The surrounding area was extremely quiet, even Xue Yang's breathing was so weak that he could hardly hear it.

Several times, Wei Wuxian couldn't help reaching out to feel the pulse on his wrist. Only when he felt the real pulse coming from his fingers, would a heart that was floating in the air be comforted, but he was still suffering and suffering. .

Xue Yang was injured and Wei Wuxian suffered the pain together, and his heart was even more painful and tormented than a person in a coma.

"Xue Yang, don't leave me...I need you, I really need you," Wei Wuxian squeezed Xue Yang's hand and pressed it to his forehead, his voice was full of mournful pleading: "Wake up, Xue Yang, come back quickly……"

As if hearing Wei Wuxian's unbearable pleading, Xue Yang coughed and slowly opened his eyes, his misty eyes drifted in the air for a while and finally landed on the ecstatic Wei Wuxian's face.

However, in just a few days, Wei Wuxian's face became paler and his red eyes were slightly sunken, which should be caused by staying up all night and being anxious and exhausted. There were still a few stubbles on his chin. It looks a lot haggard.

Xue Yang reached out to touch the tears on Wei Wuxian's face, feeling extremely distressed, but he sneered weakly: "Why are you still crying?"

Wei Wuxian couldn't stop the tears from falling again, he held his hand tightly and smiled with the rest of his life: "I'm afraid of losing you..."

Xue Yang also laughed, sleepiness hit his heart, but he didn't want to sleep anymore, he just wanted to look at Wei Wuxian like this and couldn't bear to close his eyes: "I heard you calling me, saying that you need me, so I just...cough, cough ...and woke up in a hurry..."

Wei Wuxian stroked his face gently, and said softly, "I need you, let alone lose you, Xue Yang, get well soon for me."

"En," Xue Yang couldn't resist the deep tiredness, and slowly closed his eyes, "I'll be fine, and I can't lose you..."

Seeing that Xue Yang had just fallen asleep, and his breath had become much more stable, Wei Wuxian heaved a long sigh of relief, leaned over and pressed an extremely affectionate kiss on his forehead, revealing a voice of anticipation from the bottom of his heart: " Xue Yang, get well soon."

Xue Yang was seriously injured this time, but fortunately he has been used to constant wounds since he was a child, and after waking up, Wei Wuxian forced him to drink medicine three times a day, and the fever gradually subsided and he began to get better.

However, no matter how many times he drank the medicine, Xue Yang still resisted it, and when his injury improved slightly, he would beat him to death and refused to drink it again. Seeing Wei Wuxian coming in with another bowl of boiled soup medicine, he quickly covered his nose and pushed away: "Take it away!"

Wei Wuxian sat down by the bed, knowingly asked, "What?"

"The medicine is very bitter." Xue Yang frowned and looked away, as if he could stop drinking without looking at it.

Wei Wuxian coaxed him with a smile: "The good medicine tastes bitter, and I'll give you candy after drinking it."

Xue Yang rolled his eyes and said, "You don't need to drink it, of course you can say whatever you want." Such a strong bitter taste can be smelled across a door, and sugar can't help it.

Wei Wuxian sighed, "I've already had it."

"What?" Xue Yang couldn't react, he didn't understand what he meant by "drink".

"That's it." Wei Wuxian didn't bother to explain to him any more, he just took a sip of the medicine and stretched out his hand to wrap Xue Yang over it and directly stamped it on his lips. The strong bitter taste flowed from Wei Wuxian's mouth into Xue Yang's mouth, bringing with it another A trace of inexplicable sweetness slowly trickled down his throat and went straight to the bottom of his heart.

Xue Yang was taken aback by his sudden feeding of the medicine, and the medicine that he didn't have time to swallow overflowed from the corner of his mouth and slipped into his neck.

After Xue Yang swallowed the whole mouthful of medicine, Wei Wuxian still refused to let go, his warm tongue tenderly traced the side of his lips, and the lips and tongue that contained Xue Yang were soft and ambiguously lingering.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and there was heat in the bodies of the two people who were close together.Xue Yang endured Wei Wuxian's demands unsteadily, feeling his kiss gradually become oppressive.

The tongue that was pressed against the mouth was as hot as a ignited fire, which was quite different from Wei Wuxian's usual low body temperature. It invaded Xue Yang's lips with the force of a prairie fire, as if he was about to ignite Xue Yang. The fever that subsided seems to have returned to the body, the heat is unbearable, and fine sweat oozes from the forehead.

Xue Yang only felt that Wei Wuxian's kiss this time was more ferocious than ever before, probably because his own injury really made him panic, and the kiss also revealed fear.

Fortunately, Wei Wuxian still remembered that Xue Yang had just recovered from a serious illness, and stopped after venting his emotions. Only then did Xue Yang feel the suffocation instantly dissipate, and the air taken away by the person on his body returned little by little.

Wei Wuxian buried his head next to Xue Yang's neck, trying to calm down his turbulent mood.Xue Yang reached out and stroked the hair on the top of his head, stroking the back of his neck and back and forth on his back, waiting for him to gradually calm down.

After a while, Wei WuXian looked up at the person in his arms, with red threads still remaining in the corners of his eyes, and complained with grievance in his tone: "You promised me not to get hurt again."

Xue Yang was almost amused by his words, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, so he could only hold back his innocent appearance and said, "I don't want to get hurt either, I really tried my best to avoid it, it's just..."

"I know," Wei Wuxian interrupted him, with a look of guilt on his face: "I made you suffer."

Xue Yang touched his face and finally smiled: "No."

Wei Wuxian looked at him suspiciously, not knowing why.

"What kind of suffering, you didn't make me suffer." Xue Yang stroked his fingers from his face to the side of his ear, gently rubbing his fingertips on the earlobe, his smiling eyes curved like the first moon: "Wei Wuxian, I still Thank you for letting me know that there are things sweeter than sugar in this world."

"What is it?" Wei Wuxian vaguely guessed what he meant, but still wanted to hear him say it himself.

Sure enough, Xue Yang slightly raised his head and pecked his lips lightly, and said with a wide smile, "Your love!"

The corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth curled into a smile, Xue Yang's words were more effective than any consolation, and made the guilt and self-blame that had been buried in his heart for many days dissipate into smoke in an instant.

"It only belongs to me." Xue Yang poked Wei Wuxian's heart with his finger, and said seriously, "It only belongs to me for the rest of my life, you know?" I don't know whether it is Wei Wuxian's love or Heart.

But these are no longer important. To Wei Wuxian, no matter what Xue Yang wants, he is willing to give it all, and even do his best to give more.

"All of me belongs to you," Wei Wuxian held Xue Yang's hand and kissed it on his lips, pleading solemnly but implicitly: "So, you can't leave me. Protect yourself for me, don't get hurt, okay ?"

"Okay." Xue Yang put his arm around Wei Wuxian's neck and pulled him down. He lay down next to him, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I won't die." Get used to it, how could you die!

But these words cannot be told to Wei Wuxian, so he can only comfort and reassure him over and over again: "Don't be afraid, I won't abandon you."