The return of petitions

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I just want to see Xue Yang cry... that's all. -0-

When Xue Yang woke up, he was standing on a street shrouded in thick fog. The fog was still mixed with extremely strong poison. After smelling it a little, he felt suspicious. It's too strange, since he got to know Wei Wuxian, he seldom uses poison again.

"Xue Yang, what kind of tricks are you trying to play?" A familiar voice came from next to his ear, and he looked up, and the black-robed youth standing ten feet away was Wei Wuxian?

A joyful smile bloomed on Xue Yang's face, and he was about to step forward, when Wei Wuxian took a step back and said with vigilance and vigilance, "Xue Yang, what exactly are you thinking?"

Xue Yang was taken aback for a moment, then realized something was wrong, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded and he frowned and said, "Wei Wuxian, I still want to ask you what's wrong? What are you hiding from?"

Wei Wuxian folded his arms around his chest. Although the two were standing opposite each other, he looked at him coldly with a condescending attitude and said, "Don't hide, are we waiting for you to catch me? Xue Yang, I've already told you, Xiao Xingchen My spiritual consciousness is broken into that, I can't repair it, so please stop pestering me."

Xue Yang's expression faded completely, he didn't know where this place was, and what Wei Wuxian was talking about opposite him, but he was basically sure that that person was not his Taoist companion.

But Xue Yang couldn't tell where this was, because he had never been here before.Apart from himself and Wei Wuxian, there was no third person on the dilapidated street, the sky was full of mist and strong poison was hanging back and forth in the air, and it felt extremely choking after just one breath.

Xue Yang coughed twice and waved his hands to try to disperse the poisonous fog in front of him, but found that the fog was so thick that even the wind couldn't move, so he took out a small bottle from his bosom and poured out a pill to swallow. Still looking at this side suspiciously, he picked up the medicine bottle and said: "This mist is poisonous, and it will hurt your body if you take it for a long time. You can detoxify by eating this." Then, he threw the bottle in his hand over.

After catching it, Wei Wuxian didn't open it to eat, instead he smiled sarcastically, "Xue Yang, it's all thanks to you that Yicheng became what it is today. Poison powder, come to detoxify people again, don't you think it's hypocritical?"

From the first time Xue Yang met Wei Wuxian in Changfu, that person had never coaxed him, or pampered and persuaded him. Not his Taoist companion, but Xue Yang still couldn't stand the same face.

Xue Yang didn't know why he came to this strange place suddenly, what happened to Wei Wuxian who was full of hostility towards him in front of him?Even he himself was at a loss, completely out of the situation, how to answer Wei Wuxian's question.

But even after being ridiculed mercilessly by that person, Xue Yang still couldn't cool down on him, so he could only sigh slightly: "I really don't know what you are talking about, what I gave you is indeed the antidote , the poison in the air will corrode the skin if it touches your body, you should take the antidote first, and talk about it later.”

Wei Wuxian sneered, not believing his words.

Xue Yang felt a little dissatisfied and said in his heart, why is this person so suspicious and stubborn, he even took one antidote himself, but he didn't believe it at all, and he looked defensive, almost treating himself as an enemy.

Seeing that he was still unwilling to take the antidote, Xue Yang walked towards him, reaching out to take the medicine bottle back and take a pill for him to see. A figure descended from the sky, and a sharp sword light flashed before him. Yang didn't have time to dodge, and an extremely long bloody gash was cut on his right hand.Before he could feel the pain, the blade made a sharp turn and pierced directly down into Xue Yang's stomach, uncontrollable blood gushed out of his mouth immediately, Xue Yang looked up in a daze, stood beside Wei Wuxian and stabbed him. The blue figure firmly guarding him was Hanguang Junlan Wangji who was unknown to Yunshen.

"Is there something wrong?" Lan Wangji asked concisely, with gentle warmth flowing in his eyes.

Wei Wuxian shook his head, his face softened when facing Lan Wangji.

Sweet blood flowed out continuously, soaking a large area of ​​his clothes on his chest. Xue Yang's injured right arm was hanging by his side and trembling violently, but his eyes were staring blankly at Wei Wuxian's handsome face full of warmth. He was smiling slightly at Lan Wangji, but when he turned his eyes to himself, there was displeasure, vigilance and disgust.

Xue Yang knew that he was not his Taoist companion, but when such unkind and even loathing gazes were thrown over him, the emotionless disgust pierced into the heart like a poisoned sharp arrow, and was drawn out with flesh and blood. Dripping pain spread to every part of his body, the pain was so unbearable that Xue Yang could not help but tremble all over.

The injury was clearly in the abdomen, but Xue Yang couldn't stand upright, clutching his heart and knelt on the ground with one knee. The blood in his mouth was still pouring out, but he stared at Wei Wu as if he had been haunted by a demon. Looking enviously, confusion and helplessness gradually appeared in the fundus of the eyes.

When Wei Wuxian looked at Xue Yang with a bewildered gaze, he was puzzled for a moment.

What's even more astonishing is that his eyes, which were as bright as stars just now, are now dimmed, and there are glistening tears in his desolate eyes like a pool, with a trace of weakness, which is very touching.

"You..." Wei Wuxian frowned, looking strangely at Xue Yang who was weeping quietly, and wanted to say something, but felt that the words were stuck in his throat and he really didn't know how to speak.

The massive blood loss caused Xue Yang's eyes to turn black, and his head seemed to be in severe pain like being hit by a giant hammer.I closed my eyes and wanted to wait for this wave of pain to pass. After a whirl, I opened my eyes again and was standing under the steps of Jinlin Terrace. My right hand was intact and there was no wound on my abdomen, but the pain in my heart was still there. The spread has never eased in the slightest.

"Xue Yang." A very familiar voice came from behind, and he turned around to see that the person who came was Wei Wuxian who had just returned from meeting Jiang Yanli.

Because Wei Wuxian was concerned about Xue Yang waiting outside the mountain gate, he didn't dare to stay at the Jin's house for a long time. He only made sure that the senior sister was doing well, so he left immediately. Seeing him standing not far away with his back to the steps, he thought "Could it be I'm bored after waiting too long", but the moment he turned around, his face changed drastically.

I saw that Xue Yang's face was covered with tears, his eyes that were always shining with starlight were now shrouded in silent pain, the light faded away, leaving only the emptiness of loss.

Wei Wuxian's heart was shaken, he stepped forward and hugged him in his arms, holding his face and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? What happened here just now?" Wei Wuxian had an intuition that Xue Yang was being bullied.

He had never seen Xue Yang cry before, and it had been three years since the two met again, and this was the first time he saw Xue Yang cry, and he cried so silently and sadly.

"...Wei Wuxian?" Xue Yang raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, his questioning tone was full of uncertainty.

"It's me." Wei Wuxian gently stroked away the tears under his eyes with his thumb, and pressed kisses on his brows, corners of his eyes, cheeks and lips one by one, his soft voice carried a warm love that could comfort people's hearts: "Don't Afraid of Xue Yang, I am here, no one can hurt you."

Xue Yang clenched Wei Wuxian's waistband tightly, tears rolled out of his eyes uncontrollably, and slid down like broken beads, his incoherent words revealed the fear of the rest of his life: "I just... saw you and Lan Wangji...you don't know me, you just stood there and watched when he hurt me..."

He couldn't explain the matter clearly intermittently, not to mention Wei Wuxian, even Xue Yang couldn't understand what he was talking about, but he was really terrified. If he was facing someone else at that place just now, Xue Yang Yangda can laugh it off, and even draw his sword to face each other without fear.But that person was Wei Wuxian, the one who affected Xue Yang's heart and life.

Xue Yang can give up anyone and everything in the world, even his own life, but Wei Wuxian alone is more important than life to him.

If Wei Wuxian wanted him to die, he didn't need to summon ghosts to drive away the corpse, all he needed was a vicious word to drive Xue Yang into the bottomless abyss—every word and deed of the other party firmly controlled Xue Yang's entire vitality.

"You and Lan Wangji..." Xue Yang tried to express it clearly, but the scene of him kneeling in front of that person and spitting out blood still lingered in his mind, and his disgusting words and eyes were still affecting him until now : "You hate me...you just watched Lan Wangji kill me..."

Although Wei Wuxian didn't understand what he wanted to express, but because of the panic and uneasiness in his eyes, he was extremely distressed, and he didn't want him to continue talking about these tormenting things, so he directly lowered his head and kissed him.

Wei Wuxian took Xue Yang's lips in his mouth and gently rubbed them, his warm tongue penetrated into his mouth, entangled with the tip of his tongue with gentle comfort, and conveyed to him bit by bit the feeling and love in his heart.

After Xue Yang's mood gradually calmed down, Wei Wuxian stopped the lingering kiss, reached out and patted him on the back and said, "There is no Lan Wangji, and there is no irrelevant person. Don't be afraid of A Yang, don't worry about it. What you see is just a dream, it's fake."

Xue Yang nodded.He knew that Wei Wuxian was a "fake", not the one he had been inseparable from all the way, but just the same face, he really couldn't help but be hurt by the other party's indifference.

Because of Wei Wuxian's reassurance, Xue Yang's negative emotions slowly dissipated, and the hurt that permeated his heart gradually faded until it disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that Xue Yang was finally stable, Wei Wuxian felt relieved.

Although I still haven't figured out what Xue Yang meant by "stand next to Lan Wangji and watch him kill someone", Wei Wuxian didn't want to ask any more questions. He knew it wasn't a good dream, just wake up and let it pass. Why bother to mention it again, it will only increase Xue Yang's fear.

It’s just that I didn’t expect it, probably because I was really scared by that dream. At night, Xue Yang was very clingy, hugging Wei Wuxian from the beginning to the end, not allowing him to let go, and even took the initiative to sit on Wei Wuxian’s body to die. Embracing him, whispering in his ear with a weak pleading: "Don't leave me behind, you are mine, and mine alone..."

Wei Wuxian hugged Xue Yang back, kept kissing him, and responded over and over again: "I won't leave you, don't be afraid of A Yang, I will never leave you, we only belong to each other..."

"En." Xue Yang buried his face on Wei Wuxian's shoulder and neck, and kissed the skin around his lips: "A Ying, you are mine...A Ying, A Ying..."

Wei Wuxian really loves him so much. He called his name at this time, couldn't restrain the turbulent love, and hugged the person in his arms tightly to go to Wushan with him.

After sweating profusely, Wei Wuxian wanted to get out to fetch some water to wipe Xue Yang off, but just as he was about to move, he was dragged back by the person under him, his face was still red with joy, his eyes glistened. Such as water with intoxicating light spots: "Don't go."

"I'm not leaving." Wei Wuxian scraped the bridge of his nose affectionately, and coaxed, "Isn't it uncomfortable? I'll fetch water to wipe you off."

"No," Xue Yang hugged him even tighter, and said with a bit of childish dependence: "That's it, I don't feel bad...don't go out."

"I'll be sick." Wei Wuxian said helplessly.In fact, he also likes to stay in Xue Yang's house like this, it's warm and comfortable, but if it's too long, he can't help but worry that Xue Yang's body will not be able to bear it.

"I'm fine." Xue Yang smiled, and finally came out of the previous shadow completely, raised his head slightly and bit Wei Wuxian's lower lip, and couldn't help licking the place where he was bitten: "Don't go away Go, don't go anywhere. That's fine too, I like it."

Wei Wuxian's heart surged with emotion after being bitten by him, and the part that was still in Xue Yang's body gradually recovered, he lowered his head and kissed his beloved's lips, and said with a smile: "In that case, let's do it again Bar!"

Xue Yang also laughed, his eyes sparkled and he said, "Okay."