The return of petitions

"There are no rats here, but there are quite a few bugs." Xue Yang curled his lips in disgust, "The straw mattress is too thin, and it's not very comfortable to sit on for a long time."

Wei WuXian almost laughed angrily at him: "Do you think you're here as a distinguished guest? You're a prisoner waiting to be killed and you're locked up here. Find out if you're in a good situation right now?"

Xue Yang smiled indifferently, pulled the too tight rope, and asked: "I've seen it, is there anything else, Mr. Wei?" The land is your own backyard.

"It's something." Wei Wuxian asked him seriously: "It's still the same question, why did you kill the Chang family? Where are you hiding, Yin Tie?"

Xue Yang was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "What have I forgotten, you...we really knew each other when we were young?"

Wei Wuxian was taken aback for a moment before he realized what he asked, and couldn't help laughing, "Why don't you suspect that I have ulterior motives, that I'm pretending to be good to deceive you?"

Xue Yang leaned on a piece of wood with his body crooked, raised his eyebrows and said, "The most important thing you care about during this journey is why I wanted to kill Mrs. Chang. Yin Tie never mentioned it. But now in the unclean world, you ask me about Yin Tie instead. Tie's whereabouts." Turning his head to look at the person outside the prison, his eyes full of smiles contained pure rhetorical questions: "Aren't you afraid that Nie Mingjue will kill me, and hope that I will hand over Yin Tie in exchange for my own life? "

Wei WuXian reached out and rubbed the top of his head, dissatisfied: "Since you know that I worry about you so much, why don't you tell the truth about Yin Tie's whereabouts? What are you going to do with such a dirty thing? If you want to practice the spell, I will teach you."

Xue Yang turned his face away, raised one corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "How do I know where Yin Tie is? You have searched me. Don't you know best if Yin Tie is with me?"

Seeing that he insisted that he didn't have Yintie, Wei WuXian had nothing to do with him, so he could only say, "You don't have Yintie, but it doesn't mean you don't have it. If you insist on not telling me, I won't ask any more questions. But Mrs. Chang The lives of a family of 43 are really ruined in your hands, Xue Yang, I don't believe your nonsense of 'killing people if you don't like it'." At this point, my thoughts can't help but drift to Yuzhou for 11 years. Scenes of people relying on each other flooded my mind, and I couldn't help stretching out my hand to hold Xue Yang's shoulder, and said softly: "Is there anyone in the world who loves to kill people from birth, I would rather believe that you just take people's lives for self-protection. And don’t take human life as precious.”

Seeing that Xue Yang closed his eyes and didn't answer, Wei Wuxian knew that he might not have listened, and asked softly, "Xue Yang, did the Chang family do something to you?"

Xue Yang's eyes widened immediately, his fingers suddenly clenched into fists, and even his breath became slightly short-lived in an instant.

Wei WuXian still didn't understand what else, and while Xue Yang's expression was relaxed, he hurriedly asked, "Xue Yang, what did the Chang family do to you?"

Xue Yang's breathing was unsteady, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at Wei Wuxian, whose eyes were filled with ice-like hatred, but the eye sockets were slightly red, hiding a trace of deep-seated injury.

Wei Wuxian was so startled by the deep and complex emotions in his eyes that his heart jumped, and he suddenly realized that what he touched was probably the pain buried in Xue Yang's heart. The pain rotted in the deepest part of his heart like a bleeding scar. He was never cured, and there was no one to treat him.

"You really want to know?" The corners of Xue Yang's mouth curled into a cold smile, "Then I'll tell you."

Wei Wuxian was a little timid for a moment, he was afraid that what Xue Yang told about the past would make him unable to bear it, and he would stab Xue Yang again and tear himself apart at the same time.

But even so, Wei Wuxian nodded ruthlessly.Even if he was killed by pain, he didn't want to know nothing about Xue Yang after separation.

"When I was seven years old, a man took a plate of pastries and asked me if I wanted to eat them. He said that as long as he delivered a letter for him, all the pastries would be given to me." Xue Yang lowered his head and said slowly. Slowly said: "I sent his letter to another man, who knew that he had a grudge against that man, and everything in the letter was swearing at the other party. The man beat me up indiscriminately after reading the letter After a pause, he took me to find the original person."

When he arrived at the shop, the person who asked him to deliver the letter had already left. The man felt angry and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he beat up the seven-year-old Xue Yang and smashed his small shop.The waiter also blamed Xue Yang for this matter, caught him and beat him up, then threw him to the side of the road.

"I was beaten three times before and after, and my whole body hurt badly. But I still missed that plate of pastries, so I cried and walked along the street looking for someone to deliver the letter. Guess what," Xue Yang looked up at Wei Wuxian, The bloodshot eyes were full of mocking sneers: "It really made me find him. I chased his carriage and cried for him to fulfill his promise to give me pastries. The man was upset by my crying and whipped me On the ground, his carriage . . . "

Xue Yang was panting violently. The heavy pain in the memory made him unable to breathe, but what was more was the piercing hatred, so intense that his heart seemed to have fallen into a boiling oil pan, and he was repeatedly tormented in pain.

"His carriage ran over my left hand like this," Xue Yang laughed wildly, but tears flowed uncontrollably: "My whole hand was crushed on the spot, and my little finger was crushed into a ball of mud."

He was seven years old then, what did he know?He didn't know anything, and he didn't understand why instead of pastries after delivering the letter, he got three beatings and the loss of his entire left hand.

No one paid attention to him, and no one showed mercy. He was worse than a wild dog on the side of the road. He knelt in the corner and cried for a long time, holding his bloody hands. The pain spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body. It will hurt more than a broken hand.

Wei Wuxian's eyes were flushed with hot tears, and he carefully took Xue Yang's left hand, his trembling fingers stroked inch by inch from the back of the hand to the finger, and stopped on the artificial finger at the end.

He had imagined that Xue Yang had gone through a catastrophe before, and he was ready to face it, but when the truth hit his face, he only felt that his heart was so painful that he couldn't bear it.

His A Yang was crushed to pieces while he didn't know it.This person who he had cared for for two years lived as low as dust after he left.

Intense depression and dull pain stirred back and forth in Wei Wuxian's heart, and the pain was like a magma erupting from his heart, burning his throat.Unable to restrain the surging blood, Wei Wuxian couldn't help coughing, swallowing back the blood that had poured into his mouth.

"Do you know who that person is?" Xue Yang looked at Wei Wuxian's actions, smiled cruelly, and said, "He is Chang Ci'an, Chang Ping's father. When I was young, I had no choice but to wait. After eight years, I finally waited until I could kill him for revenge."

Xue Yang tilted his head slightly, but there was extreme cruelty in his tearful eyes: "I tortured and killed 43 members of the Chang family, drew a hundred swords on the bodies of Chang Ci'an and his wife, and hanged them both alive." , and let him watch me kill his daughter, son-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter one by one..."

"Stop talking," Wei WuXian closed his eyes, covering up the tears that were so hot that his eyes were stinging, "Stop talking..."

Wei WuXian's angina was so severe that he just listened to the past, and the strong regret and self-blame in his heart almost crushed him.

"Do you think I'm cruel too?" Xue Yang's whole face darkened, and he was about to withdraw his hand with ironic anger, but Wei Wuxian held it firmly, "Anyway, in the eyes of you decent people, Everything is my fault, I should have been killed, killing innocent people is indiscriminate..."

The next words are stuck in the throat.

Xue Yang stared blankly at Wei Wuxian's actions - he leaned over slightly and planted an extremely light kiss on his finger, so light that it seemed like a ray of breeze passing by, but it set off a huge wave in Xue Yang's heart.

"You...you...", the articulate Xue Yang couldn't utter a complete sentence at this moment.

what is he doingWhat does it mean?

"It's not your fault," Wei Wuxian raised his head and smiled softly at him, his smile full of heartache and pity, "It's the dark world and the unpredictable people's hearts that made you suffer so much that you shouldn't have suffered bitter."

"I shouldn't... have suffered?" Xue Yang murmured and repeated.

From the age of seven to the present, it was the first time someone told him that the past was suffering.

Xue Yang never knew that childhood was too hard, but no one sympathized with him, and whether it was hard or not gradually became less important.

Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to touch Xue Yang's head, slid his fingers down to caress his face, and sighed softly: "You have suffered, A Yang."

Only then did Xue Yang believe that Wei Wuxian really felt for him, the cold murderous intent in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by embarrassment after crying, but because of the other party's address, there was a tinge of sweetness in his heart, and he couldn't help saying: "I I like it when you call me that." Very close and nostalgic.

"Fool." Wei WuXian ruffled the hair on the top of his head, and said cautiously, "I won't leave you behind again."

There was light in Xue Yang's eyes, and a trace of unbelievable hope quickly flashed across his bright eyes, but the corners of his mouth curled up with a curve that he didn't even notice.

After coming out of the dungeon, Wei Wuxian went to look for Lan Wangji non-stop, discussing how to safely rescue Xue Yang.

After Lan Wangji quietly listened to him talk about several plans, he shook his head and said, "No."

Wei WuXian asked, "Why not?" Seeing that Lan WangJi was silent, he couldn't help urging, "How can you say half-spoken, do you think I shouldn't save Xue Yang?"

Lan Wangji could only say: "First, Sect Master Nie is upright and rigorous, so it's very difficult to save someone from him."

Wei WuXian only felt that it made sense, nodded, and asked, "What else?"

Lan Wangji said again: "The second is to rescue Xue Yang. What are you going to do? Take him back to Yunmeng?"

Wei Wuxian was really silent now.

Obviously, Wei Wuxian hadn't really thought about what to do after the person was rescued.

If you really want to bring Xue Yang back to Yunmeng, it's not impossible, but the 43 lives hanging on him will always damage his reputation-although he has never had a good reputation before, even if Uncle Jiang and Senior Sister No matter what you say, Madam Yu and Jiang Cheng will not be able to pass that test.

Seeing that Wei Wuxian was seriously thinking about what to do after rescuing Xue Yang, Lan Wangji gave a rare reminder: "Wei Ying, don't act impulsively."

"Thank you, Lan Wangji." Wei Wuxian thanked him casually. After thinking about it, he still felt that no matter where he would take Xue Yang to in the future, that would be the second step. The most urgent thing right now is to save him first. Besides, anyway, he would never leave Xue Yang alone again.