This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

For a moment, it was hard to say which would make Wen Zhe feel better, Rong Xuehuai's hand holding Wen Zhe's neck, or the evaluation he spit out about Wen Zhe.

Rong Xuehuai looked at Wen Zhe's struggling movement indifferently, Wen Zhe's hands had already grasped Rong Xuehuai's arm tightly.Even now that Wen Zhe's state is in full bloom, and Rong Xuehuai is suffering from serious internal injuries, his resistance movements are still as ineffective as a mayfly shaking a tree.

The fingers pinching his neck slowly closed, and a bunch of messy thoughts went through Wen Zhe's mind: He hasn't asked the answer for what Rong Xuehuai did, how could Rong Xuehuai feel that he had betrayed him, was he It wasn't because of a demon that he did that kind of thing before...

And the most urgent, even if he is about to die, he really cares about...

Wen Zhe's face has already swelled up.He opened his mouth, but still he could only get a little bit of air, which was not enough for what he needed.His struggle gradually weakened, and he could only try his best to hold Rong Xuehuai's arm with both hands.

And under such circumstances, he said with difficulty: "Xue...you...the demon..."

From the neck up, every blood vessel felt like a pinprick.Wen Zhe tried his best to close his eyelids, but he always felt that the eyeballs that were protruding and jumping forward were about to roll out of the eye sockets.The lack of oxygen made him dizzy with black light coming from his temples. Just when he almost thought he was going to pass his breath, the hand that held his life and death relaxed.

The alveoli came into contact with the fresh air again, and Wen Zhe panted heavily, only feeling his body go weak, his legs trembled, and he was about to squat down.However, while his body was swaying slightly, one hand held his shoulder, like he was standing in the study many years ago when his calf was numb because of kneeling for too long, and held Wen Zhe up until he could stand until stable.

Wen Zhe looked up to see Rong Xuehuai's eyes.That person's warm and gentle eyes like spring water in the past have completely disappeared, leaving only deep and deep black eyes.It's disturbing, tense, and unpredictable.

And at this moment when Wen Zhe kept thinking about Rong Xuehuai's thoughts, Rong Xuehuai himself was actually a little confused: he didn't know what he was thinking at the moment when he let go.

At that time, as long as his fingers were a little more forceful, he could break the broken neck bone.Just like what he has done countless times, as long as the sound of "click", all the grievances and hatreds between him and the person in front of him can be turned into a cloud of the past-death is a big deal, and at worst it is nothing but whipping corpses.

But he didn't do that.What was he thinking when he let go?Is it because Wen Zhe wants to end himself in such a painful way, it's too easy to let him die like this; or is it that he can't make the final end seeing the other party's painful struggle?

...The thing that can soften Rong Xuehuai's heart the most is probably the intermittent but still concerned phrases.

No matter what he thinks in his heart, how sneaky he is behind his back, in front of Rong Xuehuai, at this moment, when he is about to die, he still cares about Rong Xuehuai.

He's either too smart or too stupid.At the moment of life and death, he still has the mood to care about the person who is about to kill him.

It was difficult for Rong Xuehuai to distinguish which element was more important in his heart at the time, but the only thing he could admit was: he really couldn't do anything.

Wen Zhe straightened his breathing, coughed twice, and after confirming that it could still happen, he immediately asked the question that was strangled in his throat just now: "Xue Huai, you have fallen into a demon, what should you do?" to recover?"

He still clearly remembered that when Rong Xuehuai explained the inner demon to him, he told him that the life span of the inner demon was only one-third of that of a monk of the same level.This unremarkable statement at the time, now applied to Rong Xuehuai, made Wen Zhe's eyes ache, as if seeing a sharp knife silently hanging above his head.

At the moment when he realized that Rong Xuehuai had fallen into a demon, the questions he didn't ask, the fear in his heart, and the confusion of ignorance of the situation seemed to be nothing at that moment.All the thoughts and ideas in Wen Zhe's heart were directly overturned, and there was only one most important purpose: I can't let Rong Xuehuai indulge in the state of demons, I want to help him recover!

Rong Xuehuai did not answer this question. He looked at Wen Zhe in a dark way, and said slowly: "Wen Zhe, you are very soft-hearted. But avoiding death may not be a good thing, because in many cases, death would be happier than alive."

He didn't say it explicitly, but his words did carry strong hints and threats.Wen Zhe's face turned pale, but he still stretched out his hand and grabbed Rong Xuehuai's cuff, which was stiff and rough because it was covered with dried blood: "Yes, I know. But I think... at least let me watch You get rid of the demons."

"If you insist on surviving like this, what can you do? Just weigh in and sell someone who no longer trusts you?"

"Xue Huai, I really don't understand what you're talking about...but I want to do my best to help you get rid of your demons. If you allow me to do one thing before you kill me, then this is what I will do."

"You are really soft-hearted." Rong Xuehuai repeated this sentence.The next moment, his palm touched Wen Zhe's dantian.

That hand was astonishingly cold, and there was a heavy chill in the warm belly even through the clothes.Before Wen Zhe could react, an unspeakable feeling of being imprisoned came from his dantian.The confinement is too tight, so tight that it hurts and blurs consciousness.

Wen Zhe was caught off guard by this, and couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.He wanted to bend down, but the hand on his shoulder stopped him.In the blink of an eye, all the aura and monster power in his body disappeared from his body like flowing water.

Rong Xuehuai stared at Wen Zhe's cold and sweaty face with a forbearing expression.He just shot to seal all of Wen Zhe's aura and monster power.But now, as long as he increases his strength a little bit, Wen Zhe's whole body of skill can be annihilated by himself.

Wen Zhe whose skills have been abolished may lose his lifespan and become weak, and it will be very difficult to practice, but that kind of Wen Zhe is safe.

The light in Rong Xuehuai's eyes only flickered for a moment, and then went out forever.forget it.He said to himself, and at the same time disdainful that he should have such a vicious thought.

Breaking the wings of a bird, pulling off the wings of a butterfly, cutting off the fins of a shark, depriving a scientist of his knowledge, abolishing a monk's cultivation,... how much hatred, or how much self-centered thoughts, Will you treat others like this?

Wen Zhe... After all, he was Rong Xuehuai's former lover.

Even now, Rong Xuehuai hated his betrayal so much, and was so angry at his hypocrisy, the tenderness that they used to share in the same bed has not been completely wiped out.Looking at Wen Zhe's face, he could still recall his feelings when he was first tempted.

When she realized that she had such despicable thoughts, Rong Xuehuai suddenly became a little discouraged with herself: In the eyes of others, in the eyes of his parents in the previous life, and in the eyes of his former self, what should he be? What kind of unrecognizable vulgar appearance?

Rong Xuehuai withdrew her arms, and hugged Wen Zhe, whose body was weak because of the sealing of spiritual energy.He called out the heavily gauze-draped carriage again, and threw Wen Zhe onto the bed.

Rong Xuehuai went to the inner room to change clothes, while Wen Zhe forced his limp arms to sit up.He had spent 17 years in this state, but it was only a year or two. When he returned to this lifeless life, he only felt that his body was clumsy, dull and frightening.

Logically speaking, Wen Zhe should really worry about his situation now.After all, Rong Xuehuai made such a plausible threat before, and then shot to seal his aura.But at this moment, Wen Zhe can only put a little bit of thought on himself.More thoughts involuntarily focused on Rong Xuehuai.

Inner demons... People who have possessed demons will be extremely stubborn about their reasons for becoming demons. Unless they open their hearts, they will never be able to get rid of demons.What is Xuehuai's inner demon?What was the reason for those inexplicable things he said to himself before?

Just now I saw that his whole body was covered with blood, and the blood on his face had already solidified.What happened to him?Are you hurt?Speaking of which, Xue Huai's complexion was indeed not very good.

Wen Zhe clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down.He silently said to himself: Xuehuai is no longer behind you and will always support you.He has fallen into a demon, and his condition is worrying. Now is the time for you to help him. You can no longer show weakness and draw strength from him.

In the past days, Wen Zhe either wandered alone, or walked with friends.But there is no doubt that no matter where he is, Rong Xuehuai has always been the pillar of his heart.When he gets tired or cringes, he can safely lean his back against that post.

And now, Wen Zhe finally tasted what it was like to walk alone.The next thing he faces is so difficult, the road ahead is full of many unknowns, and his situation is also quite bad.But he still has to be strong and stand up in the rain of swords and swords.

Because he is now the sober one of the two, because he still bears the weight of two-thirds of his lover's life on his shoulders.

I love him.Wen Zhe thought: No matter how he treats me, I will always help him restore his former appearance.

...just like he saved me once.

Rong Xuehuai changed her clothes, washed off the blood on her body, and turned it out from the inside.He looked gloomy, but his face was not too ugly.After taking a look at Wen Zhe who was sitting up on the bed, he neither stepped forward to grab Wen Zhe's neck again, nor did he lose those frightening tempers towards him.

He just turned around and sat in the chair by the desk.

Wen Zhe made up his mind, and went straight to the point: "Xue Huai, does the thing that lured you into the demon just now have something to do with me?"

Rong Xuehuai cast two gloomy gazes at Wen Zhe.He smiled coldly: "Wen Zhe, you were very soft-hearted just now, but now you suddenly become very courteous."

It seems to be related to me.Wen Zhe silently came to a conclusion: Xuehuai is avoiding this topic, this should be some kind of stubbornness brought by the demon...

Before he could finish thinking about this thought, Rong Xuehuai pressed him on the bed.The look in his eyes is too scary, and this situation is also very thought-provoking.Wen Zhe looked at Rong Xuehuai's blood-red eyes, as if some kind of storm was brewing, and quickly understood what the other party wanted to do.

"You reminded me, Wen Zhe, I haven't verified how many things you lied to me." Rong Xuehuai stared at Wen Zhe's expression: "You are afraid of this, but are you really afraid?"

Wen Zhe watched Rong Xuehuai shake out a ring from his cuff, the color and luster of that ring was so familiar... How did it get into Rong Xuehuai's hands?What does this have to do with the other party's inner demon?

Rong Xuehuai's eyes flicked across Wen Zhe's chest: "If you put it on elsewhere, you can't take it off in such disgust, can you?"