The years I was in the human world

"No, A'zhuo, my stomach is full of his flesh and blood. It's so disgusting, really." Lu Zhouxue shook his head helplessly, and tried to tear open his belly like a madman, as if he wanted to dig out the non-existent "flesh and blood" inside. Xiao Fengzhuo had to clamp his hands to prevent him from hurting himself.

Lu Zhouxue, whose wrist was caught by him, suddenly felt limp all over and fell to the ground. Xiao Fengzhuo quickly pulled her into his arms, and Lu Zhouxue fell completely on top of him.

The two of them overlapped their waists and hips, which should have been extremely ambiguous, but Lu Zhouxue collapsed as if she had no support, fell limply on Xiao Fengzhuo's shoulder, and began to spit out blood heavily, and the blood flowed down her jaw to Xiao Fengzhuo's hand.

"Mianmian!" Xiao Fengzhuo was startled and fumbled for a handkerchief to wipe the blood that Lu Zhouxue vomited. He didn't know what was going on, so he simply hooked Lu Zhouxue's knees and held her horizontally in his arms and rushed directly out of the secret realm.

Xiao Fengzhuo held Lu Zhouxue and stood up. The broken sword in the latter's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Xiao Fengzhuo paused and said, "You took the sword. Is this the reason why you are so injured and vomiting blood?"

"I have spent my life with a flute and a sword. I have been carrying a bad reputation for fifteen years. I can no longer hold a sword." Lu Zhouxue murmured softly, then smiled bitterly in his arms. He didn't say anything more, but the answer to the question was obvious. He buried his face in Xiao Fengzhuo's chest, looking very fragile: "Azhuo, take me out."

It would be nothing but a pipe dream for him to want to go out in his current state.

"Well, I'll carry you out?" Xiao Fengzhuo responded. His right arm was broken, and he had only used his spiritual power to repair it. He could only do some effortless movements. He wanted to pick up Lu Zhouxue, but he couldn't. He could only carry him on his back. "Mianmian, who is 'he'?"

Lu Zhouxue remained silent, as if he didn't hear what Xiao Fengzhuo said, or as if he simply didn't want to answer. He didn't want to talk, and Xiao Fengzhuo didn't dig into the matter, as if he was just asking casually.

Although the illusion was gone, the two were unable to leave the secret realm. The ruins of the temple gradually faded until they finally disappeared. A close combat battlefield gradually emerged from the misty white fog. The scorching sun shone down from above. The shattered bodies of the monks were mixed with the afterimages of evil spirits that had not yet dissipated after being destroyed. It was tragic and heroic under the scorching sun.

"Where is this place?" Lu Zhouxue lay on Xiao Fengzhuo's back with her legs wrapped around his waist. Xiao Fengzhuo couldn't use his right arm, so he could only use his left arm to barely hook his legs. The two half-dead wounded people supported each other and walked forward.

"It doesn't look like an illusion." Xiao Fengzhuo frowned and looked around, then carried Lu Zhouxue on his back and guessed, "It's more like a projection of the memories of the dead soul. Dongshan was also an ancient battlefield before it became a ghost den. Perhaps it's a residual image left over from a certain battle."

"Let's look around and see if there is any way to leave." Xiao Fengzhuo said. The sun above his head was scorching hot and he was sweating profusely in a short while. Yin Ji was right. It was indeed not easy for Gongsun Wuyin to leave this secret realm after leaving and coming back.

"Thank you for your hard work, Azhuo." Lu Zhouxue said. He didn't know why, but after coming out of the illusion, he felt that his internal organs were all in pain. The pain made his toes tense, his legs kept sliding down, and the hands that were around Xiao Fengzhuo's neck couldn't help shaking.

Xiao Fengzhuo keenly sensed his abnormality and tilted his head slightly, asking worriedly, "Mianmian, are you in pain?"

Lu Zhouxue raised his head with a pale face and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine." It was already hard enough for Xiao Fengzhuo to carry him on his back, there was no need to make him worry anymore.

"You're shaking." Xiao Fengzhuo said calmly, carrying Lu Zhouxue on his back and walking forward for a while. He found a place where there were not so many corpses, put Lu Zhouxue down and held her in his arms. His lips were pale, probably because he was in great pain. "Why don't you tell me if you feel uncomfortable? Will I let you go?"

"Azhuo has worked very hard." Lu Zhouxue reached out and wiped the wet hair roots under Xiao Fengzhuo's forehead. His hands were very cold, like ice. "It was originally my business. I'm sorry for involving you. Now I have to trouble you again--"

"Why are you so cold?" Xiao Fengzhuo interrupted him, grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently. The warm spiritual power flowed into his body through the clasped hands, relieving some of the pain in his body. "Is this better?"

Compared to the person who was out of reach in memory, Xiao Fengzhuo was close and real. He was there, holding Lu Zhouxue's hand, looking at her with concern. Everything about him was warm, and the soul that had been lonely for a long time seemed to be melted by him just by getting close to him.

The day Lu Zhouxue fell in love with the wrong person, he was no longer a pure god. He had mortal hearts - even though he pretended to be distant, Xiao Fengzhuo was so passionate that it was hard for him not to be moved, even though he knew nothing about him.

"Azhuo, thank you." Lu Zhouxue said, stretching out his hands to hug Xiao Fengzhuo's waist. Sometimes, he, the so-called old immortal who has lived for thousands of years, is actually so stupid that it makes people laugh and cry. Just like now, he seems not to understand how ambiguous it is to hug a man tightly in such a situation.

He only knew that his desolate heart was suddenly filled, and he wanted to hug Xiao Fengzhuo to express his inner surge. The latter was frozen by him, but when he looked down and saw his eyes, which seemed to be experienced but actually ignorant of the world, his heart softened, and he was led by those eyes to treat him better.

"Why thank me?" Xiao Fengzhuo said calmly. He tapped Lu Zhouxue's brow and channeled his spiritual power into her. Lu Zhouxue still looked at him innocently, which made Xiao Fengzhuo lick his back teeth and had the bad idea of ​​bullying her.

"Miss Lu, you can't hug a man's waist easily, do you know that?" Xiao Fengzhuo curved his eyes, chuckled and lowered his head to touch Lu Zhouxue's forehead, "According to the custom of the demon clan, you have to marry me, three matchmakers, six betrothals, and eight sedan chair bearers, no one can be missing."

"What kind of rule is this?" Lu Zhouxue widened his eyes in astonishment, suspecting that Xiao Fengzhuo was deliberately trying to scare him. At the same time, he involuntarily pointed at the things in the spiritual sea to see if they were enough to propose to Xiao Fengzhuo.

Xiao Fengzhuo was just joking, but when he saw Lu Zhouxue thinking seriously, he couldn't help but pursed his lips, but he couldn't hold it back and finally laughed out loud: "I was just teasing you, why did you take it so seriously?"

"You bastard!" Lu Zhouxue's body didn't hurt so much anymore, and he glared at Xiao Fengzhuo in anger.

Xiao Fengzhuo laughed enough and rubbed his head with his hand. He put away his facial expression, leaving only a hint of smile in his eyes. He said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Besides, if anyone wants to marry, it's me who will marry you."