i know i'm sick

Yang Anning looked up at the sky, finally sighed, and walked into the room prepared by Ling Ran.

Yang Anning said, "Then I'll live here."

61.

After nightfall, Yang Anning quickly fell asleep.

She didn't close her eyes all night last night, and after another day's driving today, Yang Anning's body was very tired.Sleeping on the bed, Yang Anning could hardly tell the difference between the bed under her body and the bed in Zheliu Villa.It's so similar that it can't even be said to be similar, the whole room is like a replica of his bedroom in Zheliu Mountain Villa, there is no difference at all.

With a tired body, a tense mind and a familiar environment, Yang Anning fell asleep with little effort.

Outside the house, after confirming that Yang Anning was sound asleep, Ling Ran and Xiao Jiang went to the room on the left, which was his bedroom.

Xiao Jiang put away his relaxed expression in front of Yang Anning, frowned, and said, "He doesn't look very good. Ah Ning, I'm not just talking about his body. His spirit is too tense, I always feel a little Every sign of trouble will disturb him..."

Ling Ran sat on the edge of the bed and said, "That's because I was in front of him. If I didn't show up, he would have lived well in Zheliu Villa for the past ten years."

Xiao Jiang was silenced by Ling Ran's words for a moment, and after a while he said: "Then you don't want to appear in front of him."

Ling Ran glanced at him and said, "I can't live without An Ning. I didn't stay by his side for his sake, but for myself."

Xiao Jiang let out a long sigh: "If I had known today, why bother. What are you going to do next?"

Ling Ran said: "Zhang Qian said that I am the medicine for An Ning, but I don't know what to do. I am good to An Ning, and I can do everything for him, but he doesn't believe me. He thinks that everything I do now is for Harm him in the future..."

Ling Ran covered his eyes: "He can't believe me."

Xiao Jiang stood in front of him, put his hand on his shoulder, and said: "You owe him this. He may not know how to do it, but you can't. You bring him back to the main altar, and he is willing to come back with you because He wants to cure himself. You have to cure him, and only if you cure him will you have a chance to come back."

Ling Ran put down his hands, raised his face and looked at Xiao Jiang, his eyes were slightly red.Ling Ran said: "Zhang Qian asked me to think clearly about why Aning appeared, and what is the significance of his existence to An Ning? In fact, I don't have to think about these things—because Ling Ran betrayed Yang Anning and abandoned him in the dungeon. Regardless, when he was weak and dying, he still spoke ill of him. He believed in the wrong person and loved the wrong person. He was going to be driven crazy by Ling Ran and himself. Will become a real lunatic... Heh, Ah Jiang, I drove the person I love most crazy, why wasn't I the one who was insane?"

There was a bit of pity and sympathy in Xiao Jiang's eyes: "Since you know everything, then make it up to him."

Ling Ran said: "I've been trying to make up for An Ning. But I don't know if it works. If nothing works, and An Ning doesn't get better, what should I do?"

Xiao Jiang said: "You shouldn't think about these things. What you want to think about now is how to make him better."

Ling Ran said: "I don't know..."

Xiao Jiang said: "I've heard people say before that some people suffering from madness, give them some stimulation, and they may get better. Would you... Would you like to take Yang Anning to the dungeon?"

"No!" Ling Ran's hands trembled slightly, "The dungeon has been sealed long ago, I will not take him there, and no one is allowed to go there again!"

Xiao Jiang said: "I'm just making a suggestion. Ah Ning, don't get excited. It's not that if you bring him back, his illness will be cured. To cure the illness, you must cure the root cause. If you don't do anything, he will stay here for as long as possible." It's no use for a long time."

Ling Ran lay down on the bed, buried his face in the quilt.

Xiao Jiang pulled him up: "Ah Ning, you can't lose your composure as soon as you meet him. In the past, he could tolerate you, you can be willful, and you don't have to think about the consequences; but now he needs you, you have to make up your own mind Idea. Yang Anning is no longer the old Yang Anning."

Ling Ran was stunned.After a long time, he smiled wryly and said to Xiao Jiang: "I know."

When he brought up the proposal of returning to the main altar, Ling Ran didn't think about what to do after returning, he just obeyed his own will.Even now, he still doesn't know what to do next.He would not consider Xiao Jiang's suggestion, the dungeon was Yang Anning's life's nightmare, how could Ling Ran drag him back.But as Xiao Jiang said, it is useless to do nothing. Yang Anning's illness, unless he can get out of it by himself, he can only rely on external stimuli.However, Ling Ran didn't want to use Yang Anning to implement these stimulating methods.

Ling Ran said, "A Jiang, let me think about it again."

62.

Yang Anning has lived in the main altar for a few days, he locked himself in the room, and almost refused to step out of the room.Ling Ran wanted to show him around the main altar, but he mercilessly refused.

Although Yang Anning didn't want to live in Ling Ran's house at first, he had to admit that the bedroom that Ling Ran arranged for him was the only place here that made him feel safe.He didn't want to go out, he didn't want to go out, he always felt that once he stepped out of this room, he would be swallowed by this strange Xi Miao sect general altar without leaving a drop of flesh and blood.

Ling Ran has nothing to do with Yang Anning, he can't force Yang Anning to go out, but what's the use of staying in this room that looks like a bedroom in Zheliu Villa to treat Yang Anning's madness?

Finally, after Yang Anning rejected his proposal to go out again, Ling Ran made a decision.

When Yang Anning woke up, he felt his mind went blank, and the jumping flames flickered his eyes.

Yang Anning froze for a moment, her heart throbbing as if being tightly held by someone's hands.He immediately got up and looked around—the surrounding walls were full of torches, and a gorgeous seat was placed on the highest point—this was clearly the starting point of his nightmare, the hall where the bloodline was transferred.

Cold sweat instantly ran down his forehead and back. Yang Anning wanted to keep calm, but his trembling body was out of his control.Yang Anning grabbed his right arm with his left hand, trying to calm himself down, but his body shook even more until he couldn't stand still and fell to his knees.

Why are you here?Shouldn't I be sleeping in my bedroom?Who brought himself here?Why didn't I notice it at all?Could this be Ling Ran's purpose?Do another blood transfer?Or did he simply want to see himself drained of blood?

Yang Anning's face was pale, and her lips were also blue and white.He wanted to call Aning, but he couldn't make a sound. The past events of 12 years ago floated before his eyes one by one. He seemed to see himself lying on the ground with blood dripping from his wrist, unable to resist. He saw Ling Ran who was sitting on a high place looking at him coldly. Everyone wanted to skin him with meat-hungry eyes.

Yang Anning collapsed on the ground with his head in his arms. He couldn't tell what time it was, nor could he tell whether it was reality or a dream.In my memory, the years of escaping from Shiwan Dashan and returning to Zheliu Villa, could it be that I imagined it myself?In fact, he has never escaped from the main altar of the Demon Cult?

Is it a dream or is it real?

Yang Anning's body was shaking like a sieve, his head was buzzing, and his eyes were pitch black.

Someone approached him and took him into his arms.

The man whispered in his ear: "Brother An Ning, don't be afraid, it's all over."

The man's voice was not loud, but it rang in Yang Anning's ears like a thunder in a silent night.The voice was so familiar that it felt unreal to him.

Yang Anning grabbed his clothes indiscriminately, trying to look at his face.There was still darkness in front of my eyes, but the black mist began to slowly dissipate.

A familiar face came into view, and Yang Anning called softly, "A'Ning?"

Ling Ran hugged Yang Aning tightly, and said, "It's me, An Ning, it's me, I'm your Aning."

Yang Anning's voice was also trembling: "Aren't we sleeping in the room? Why are we here? Am I dreaming?"

Ling Ran picked him up and walked towards the highest seat step by step.

"what are you doing?"

Yang Anning struggled.

Ling Ran hugged him tightly until he stood in front of the seat.

Gently put Yang Anning on the seat, Ling Ran knelt in front of him on one knee and said, "Anning, you are not dreaming. You left, but you came back again. You said you died here, but I I want you to come alive."

Yang Anning wanted to get up, but Ling Ran pushed him into the seat and refused to let him leave.

"Ah Ning, this joke is not funny at all... Let's go, let's get out of here..."

Yang Anning was panicked, he didn't want to stay here, everything here made him fearful and made him breathless.

Holding Yang Anning's hands, Ling Ran looked straight into his eyes and said, "Don't run away from the past anymore, I know I have brought you too much pain in the past, but you can't be trapped in the past and refuse to come out. Love you, Aning It was me, and Ling Ran who killed you is also me, all the pain you are enduring now is because of me."

"Stop talking..." Yang Anning desperately shook her head.

Ling Ran turned sideways so that Yang Anning could see the lobby below.

"An Ning, look at the bottom, don't you think it looks familiar? I was sitting in this position back then, watching you shed so much blood. Your blood is so red, it made my eyes blur. Thinking, why is there so much blood? Why does it seem to have no end?"

"Don't say any more..." Yang Anning's voice weakened, and her struggle became weak.

"I asked myself, if I was the one who lost so much blood, would I still be alive? I'm afraid I can't. After suffering so much damage, I can still survive tenaciously. An Ning, you are much stronger than me."