Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Yang Jian was lying peacefully on his back in the No.19 hell, with his eyes closed, his face was as white and delicate as ever without any blood.There were two big blood holes in the chest and abdomen, bloody and bloody, and the intestines were exposed.All the bones in his body were broken, the meridians all over his body were destroyed, and the three souls and seven souls were rapidly dissipating.

Sun Wukong pressed his palm against Yang Jian's back heart, sending out the remaining true energy.He supported his head and rubbed his cheeks, "Are you tired? Go to sleep when you are tired. The Jade Emperor and Queen Mother died, and you avenged your family. Are you happy?"

Yang Jian didn't respond, and his breath became weaker and weaker.Because he was about to lose his soul, his body became transparent, like a wisp of light smoke, which Sun Wukong couldn't touch or grasp.

"I know that besides taking revenge, you also want to fulfill Yaoji's last wish to keep the Three Realms safe." Glancing at Buddha Tathagata, he put his lips on Yang Jian's cheek and said, "The Buddha's power of Tathagata is gone. I have checked his meridians. He will never be able to return to his original state. He lost the battle between the gods and demons, and he has no face to appear in front of the world. He can only hide in Lingshan and never be born again. Chen Xiang will present the new Tiantiao you wrote before to Jin Chanzi and Yuding Daoist , Let them figure out the new rules of the Three Realms. Also, I don’t know if arrangements were made before the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother came to the underworld. If they didn’t have any arrangements, I will cast a spell to make two fake Jade Emperors and Queen Mothers , Let the world think they are still alive to stabilize people's hearts. After the chaos, there will be great order. After this battle, the Three Realms can at least maintain stability for tens of thousands of years. From then on, gods, demons, humans and ghosts have gained freedom and peace. You can rest assured."

Sun Wukong didn't care whether Yang Jian could hear it or not, he just kept talking, he didn't know what else to do besides talking.

Yang Jian's seven souls dissipated one by one, and Monkey King was powerless to stop him, watching all this helplessly.Yang Jian's face was pale, like flowing water, with a mysterious halo.He seemed to be in a deep sleep, gentle, peaceful, and comfortable.Yes, comfortable, he has calculated for so many years, he succeeded, he should take a rest, he should feel comfortable.

After all, Sun Wukong was also injured, and excessively conveying true energy to Yang Jian caused his heart to be damaged, and blood inevitably gushed out of his mouth.He lifted Yang Jian and let him lean in his arms. "Now I'm so happy, you're so good, you won't think about tricks, you won't be disobedient, I can do whatever I want." Monkey King wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and kissed Yang Jian's face, "If you want to kiss you, just kiss me." Kiss you, no one will bother you anymore. In fact, you don’t even know that after coming out of the No.19 hell of the underworld, every time I see you at the military aircraft conference, I want to get close to you, but I have to restrain myself from saying such things I'm pretending to be polite to you." He hugged Yang Jian from behind, put his chin on Yang Jian's head, closed his eyes, "I'm holding you like this now, how nice it is, you are in my arms, how nice it is."

Yang Jian's seven souls perished, leaving three souls.

Sun Wukong touched Yang Jian's eyelashes with his hands, as if they had just met in Wangjia Village many years ago, and Sun Wukong sneaked at Yang Jian's eyelashes in the middle of the night while Yang Jian was asleep.Yang Jian's eyelashes were still so thick that it made his palms itch.Yang Jian's face is still so beautiful, and the appearance and temperament inherited from Yao Ji, the goddess of the world of desire, are still amazing.When he was in Wangjia Village, there was a charming light like a flower blooming on Yang Jian's face under the fragrant moonlight. At that time, Monkey King didn't understand what was going on with the strange emotions churning in his chest.Now they are in the No.19 hell of the underworld, with resentful spirits and no moonlight, and Sun Wukong also knows the taste of love. Those delicate thoughts and twists and turns of helpless torture make him want to hug Yang Jian at this moment Knead this person into your body.

"The first time I saw you, I was a little monkey who couldn't do magic, and I didn't know what a fairy was. Once I was swinging on a tree, and I saw you wearing a phoenix crown on a white cloud in the sky. Wearing silver and white armor, wearing a black dragon cloak on his back, and holding a three-pointed double-edged gun, he flew over my head. At that time, I thought, one day, I, Monkey King, will learn magic to fly side by side with you. Yang Jian, there is something I I never told you that I fell in love with you at first sight, and it made people laugh to death, I haven't said a word to you, I haven't let you look at me, I have fallen in love with you in my heart. "

Among Yang Jian's three souls, the Heavenly Soul dissipated.

"So you are a god and if you want to kill me, I will let you kill me willingly. If you want to retaliate against the heavens and avenge your family, I will accompany you to rebel against it. If you give me a dream of going to the fourth realm, I will never want to wake up. But How dare you bear it alone and leave alone?"

Among Yang Jian's three souls, the earth soul dissipated.

Sun Wukong hugged Yang Jian and talked in a rambling manner.

"You pursue and do things with no regrets in your life. You don't owe anyone's debts, and you have to pay anyone's favors. But you never pay back what you owe me? Your life is mine. How dare you make decisions without authorization? Die? If you die, who else can make me hate you so much?"

Yang Jian's most important and last soul among the three souls and seven souls is on the verge of extinction.

"You are self-righteous, you have exhausted all your tricks, you always think that you can control the world in your hands, you do whatever it takes to achieve your goals, and you lead me to see the Huaguo Mountain in the evil mirror in the fourth level of hell, but you don't know me. What did you experience in Jin Chanzi's illusion, you are smart enough to arrange the ending for everyone including yourself, but you don't care about my mood. You have compassion for all beings in the three realms, but you are cruel and vicious to me. You are selfless, The only one who is extremely selfish to me." Sun Wukong squeezed his hand so hard that his fingers were crushed, "Yang Jian, do you dare to say you love me?"

As soon as these words were uttered, Yang Jian, who had not responded all this time, suddenly spurted blood from his mouth, which sprayed Monkey King all over his face, took a few quick breaths, woke up slowly, and opened his dull eyes. He met Sun Wukong's eyes and stared at him deeply.

For a moment, Sun Wukong froze as if he had been immobilized, not daring to move, he was afraid that if he moved a little, he would wake up from the dream.

Of Yang Jian's three souls and seven souls, only the soul of life remained.The weak remnant soul barely stayed in the body, and was unable to command the body, including moving his tongue.

Yang Jian seemed eager to talk.

His bloodstained lips trembled, but no sound came out.

He raised his right hand tremblingly.

Sun Wukong hurriedly clasped his hands and stared at Yang Jian's eyes.Monkey King knew that this situation was a flashback, and this was Yang Jian's last time.

"What else do you wish for? I will do it for you."

Yang Jian wanted to speak, but just as he opened his mouth, he spat out another mouthful of blood. His internal organs were all damaged, and he coughed out broken lung lobes. The blood stained his chest and skirt.Sun Wukong poured the pure spiritual energy into his body crazily, Yang Jian gasped, his voice was broken, "Wukong..." Before he could say anything, there was another heart-piercing cough, and the blood gushing out of his mouth dripped on the surface of the two people's clenched hands. hands.

Sun Wukong's eyes were red, and he held Yang Jian's hand even harder, "I'm here, you say."

Yang Jian's cough finally stopped: "You... thousands... ten thousand... cough cough cough!"

Sun Wukong went to wipe the blood on the corner of Yang Jian’s lips, forgetting that his own hands were also bloody, so Yang Jian’s face was blushed by him, and he kept coughing up more blood from his mouth. Can't clean it.

Monkey King is powerless.

Monkey King did not shed a single tear.

"Remember...remember...cough cough, I, I...will..." Yang Jian's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes were wide open and he refused to close, he was still panting, his chest heaved violently, all the bones in his body With a cracking sound, he was trying his best to prevent the soul from dissipating.But he was also helpless.He couldn't even utter a word.

Sun Wukong watched Yang Jian struggling in pain and refused to die, Sun Wukong's eyes were empty, as if he had no soul.From the beginning to the end, there were no tears in his eyes, and he finally became a person who could not cry like Yang Jian.

Yang Jian got strength from nowhere, broke away from Sun Wukong's arms, fell to the ground with a "plop", knelt on his knees, and scratched the ground with his bloody right hand.He didn't finish his sentence, he coughed so hard that he couldn't speak, and he could still write by hand.With this obsession, he drew a bloodstain on the ground.

A red slash appeared on the ground, it seems that the first stroke of this word is a apostrophe.

After writing the stroke, Yang Jian wrote a short horizontal line in the middle of the stroke, maybe it was not a horizontal stroke, but a right stroke, and it is not yet possible to judge what this stroke is.Halfway through writing, the hand stopped.

The body is stiff.

stopped breathing.

The soul of life completely dissipated.

There is no trace of Yang Jian in the world anymore.There was only one corpse left, which remained frozen while kneeling down to write.

Yang Jian didn't write what he wanted to say until he died.

Sun Wukong didn't move.He forgot to rush over and cry bitterly, forgot to cry up to the sky like he saw the burned Huaguo Mountain back then, forgot to think, forgot everything, his life for thousands of years became a blank, at the moment of Yang Jian's death.

Monkey King looked at the two bloodstains on the ground stupidly.

Yang Jian's unfinished word became Monkey King's eternal nightmare.

Throughout his life, he has been solving this never-ending puzzle. He will never be able to ask Yang Jian whether he guessed right, and he will never be sure whether Yang Jian's last words are "Wukong, you must remember me" or "Wukong, remember me." You must remember, what will happen to me."...

Tathagata finished healing and walked over.

Walking to Yang Jian's side to investigate, and confirming that Yang Jian was really lost, he couldn't help sighing.Yang Jian's eyes were still open, and his fingers were still resting on the unfinished word. Tathagata reached out to straighten Yang Jian's rickety body, but before he touched Yang Jian, a loud shout came from his ear: "Don't touch him!" An overwhelming force knocked the Tathagata into the air.

The Tathagata lay panting in the distance.

"If you dare to touch him, I will kill you."

Sun Wukong walked up to Yang Jian, squatted down, and felt that squatting was still much taller than Yang Jian, so he lay down on the ground, looked up at Yang Jian's open eyes, and said tenderly: "Yang Jian, from now on, no one can Touch you, you are mine now, mine alone." Sun Wukong smiled idiotically, "From now on, wherever I go, you go, you will never lie to me and hide me, you can no longer plan any tricks, Just follow me and we will never be apart."

Sun Wukong carried Yang Jian's body on his back and went away in an instant.