I cross the cold pond

Xu Ziru asked Yan Qinghe to take him back to Tianji Gate.

The Wuwang Mountain, which was originally full of vitality, is now surrounded by miasma, and the hundreds of steps at the entrance are also surrounded by black air.

Yan Qinghe took Xu Ziru's hand and climbed up the steps within a few blinks. Xu Ziru was silent for a moment, recalling with some amusement: "In the past, I climbed the steps and took a breath every time."

Yan Qinghe glanced at him, but said nothing.

The two passed the steps, passed through the gate that was not guarded by the disciples, and entered inside.

In the past, inside the Tianji Gate, the sun shone all year round. If a child was born in the gate and never went out, he probably didn't know that there are other weathers such as wind, rain, thunder and snow in this world.

However, there is a thin layer of black mist lingering inside the sect at this moment, and ghostly shadows swish past from time to time.

After Xu Ziru entered the door, he said he would go to Exorcism Yuan to have a look.

Yan Qinghe replied, "I'll go in a few days."

Xu Ziru replied without speaking, Yan Qinghe took him by the hand and led him back to the small courtyard where the two had lived for more than ten years.

In the small courtyard of Yanqinghe, there is no scattered evil energy flowing around, it is still very quiet, like an isolated island that no one visits.

At night, the moonlight at Tianji Gate seemed to be covered with blood.

Xu Ziru Xueyan Qinghe came to the pond late at night to feed the fish, and the fish in the pond in his courtyard were still alive in this environment, wagging their tails under the strange moonlight.

Xu Ziru sat down on the rock that Yan Qinghe used to sit on. He took out the Nuwa stone from his waist and looked at the water for a while, but he didn't see any problem, so he stuffed it back into his waist.

After sitting quietly for a while, Xu Ziru grabbed some fish food from the fish food bowl placed next to him, and threw a few grains into the water, and the fish swimming leisurely in the pond swarmed over to snatch the food.

Xu Ziru clicked his mouth, and threw a few fish food into it.

Xu Ziru figured out how to break this deadlock, but he was a little unwilling.

He was not reconciled to Yan Qinghe being bewitched by a mere monster, and he was not reconciled to persuasion and coaxing him for a long time, and he was still unwilling to change his mind.

Yan Qinghe was bewitched to say that he was dead in this world, so his confusion would only be himself.

Xu Ziru raised his head, stared at the moon and sighed, wondering what he could do. First, he let Yan Qinghe say that he had created his inner demon, and now because he let Yan Yan fall into the demon barrier, he turned into a demon in delusion.

"crazy."

Xu Ziru raised his head and murmured.

Xu Ziru casually sprinkled a few more fish food into the water, Yan Qinghe walked over from the inner courtyard, he stood behind Xu Ziru for a while, bent down and leaned on Xu Ziru's back to take the fish food from Xu Ziru's hand.

Xu Ziru said twice: "Isn't there over there, why do you want to take it from me?"

Yan Qinghe pinched a pinch of fish food with his fingers, turned his head to kiss Xu Ziru's face, then straightened up and sprinkled the fish food into the pond.

Xu Ziru said again: "Too much to feed to death."

Yan Qinghe replied: "Anyway, it's all fake, so if you die, you will die."

Xu Ziru said, "I'm a fake too."

Yan Qinghe glanced at him and said, "You are not."

Xu Ziru threw the fish food in his hand back into the fish food bowl, clapped his hands, looked up at Yan Qinghe, and asked again: "Brother, when are we going to exorcise the devil? I feel like this dream is about to collapse."

Yan Qinghe said: "Then let's go tomorrow."

Xu Ziru patted off the residue of fish food on his hand, and after a while he stretched out his hands towards Yan Qinghe and made a hug gesture: "Brother, come and give me a hug."

Yan Qinghe seemed to be startled by his sudden enthusiasm, and stood there watching him for a long while without moving.

Xu Ziru smiled: "What's the matter with your reaction, my hands are sore."

Yan Qinghe just walked over, he squatted down, and met Xu Ziru who was sitting for a moment: "Hug it."

He pursed his lips and said.

Xu Ziru couldn't help laughing, he raised his arms to hug Yan Qinghe who was squatting in front of him, Yan Qinghe paused, then raised his arms to hug his lower back.

The two snuggled up to each other quietly for a moment under the weird moonlight.

Xu Ziru said, "Go back to the room?"

Yan Qinghe squatted in front of Xu Ziru, heard Yan slightly raised his head to stare at Xu Ziru, he raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Xu Ziru smiled: "You really didn't hear what I said, or did you pretend you didn't?" He paused, and there was a little teasing in his voice, "Then let me ask again?"

There was some smile on the corner of Yan Qinghe's eyes: "Huh?"

Xu Ziru smiled and pulled Yan Qinghe up from the ground, he grabbed Yan Qinghe's hand and walked towards the room, while walking, he said slowly: "Brother, I want to tell you something later."

Yan Qinghe asked: "What's the matter?"

Xu Ziru cast a mysterious glance at Yan Qinghe, but said nothing.

The two walked very slowly, for a short distance, Xu Ziru dragged Yan Qinghe along for a long time.

When he reached the door, he pushed open the door and entered the room, grabbed Yan Qinghe's hand and yanked hard, dragging Yan Qinghe in who was following him.

Yan Qinghe was very cooperative with his slightly rude movements, and put his other free hand around Xu Ziru's waist, and pulled Xu Ziru to his body.

Xu Ziru's thigh collided with him, and he couldn't help laughing: "Brother, it's hard for me to do the next move when you're like this."

Yan Qinghe kneaded the palm of Xu Ziru's back for a while, and asked, "What?"

Xu Ziru's eyes curved into crescent moons with a smile, he let go of the hand he held with Yan Qinghe, and raised his hand to gesture: "I originally wanted to drag you in like this, just press you against the door, and force you kiss you."

Yan Qinghe obviously didn't understand his words very well: "Why?"

Xu Ziru said: "Stimulation."

Yan Qinghe stared at him for a long time.

Xu Ziru grabbed Yan Qinghe's wrist, lifted it up and pressed it against the door.

Yan Qinghe raised his eyebrows: "Exciting?"

Xu Ziru leaned over and bit his lip, he pressed Yan Qinghe against the door with one hand, and grabbed Yan Qinghe's hand on his waist with the other hand.

Yan Qinghe slightly opened his lips, and Xu Ziru poked in with his tongue lightly.

Xu Ziru's tongue nimbly licked Yan Qinghe's lips and teeth, but his eyes were slightly lowered, his face was very calm, without any lust.

He pressed Yan Qinghe's hands on the door, and turned his head to kiss Yan Qinghe's neck.

Yan Qinghe slightly turned his head to the side, Ren Xuziru's teeth bit his skin lightly, and asked, "Is this irritating?"

Xu Ziru seemed to be amused by him, and laughed and muttered: "It's really wood."

Yan Qinghe raised his neck, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times under Xu Ziru's touch, without replying.

Xu Ziru raised his head, staring at Yan Qinghe's bland eyes with dark eyes, he said, "Yan Qinghe, can you carry it on your back?"

"Why?" Yan Qinghe asked.

Xu Ziru still stared at him without answering.

Yan Qinghe asked again: "Is it also exciting?"

Xu Ziru let out a short laugh, he let go of his hand and pulled Yan Qinghe's shoulder, Yan Qinghe frowned.

Xu Ziru leaned over to kiss him, and called him under his breath, "Senior brother."

Yan Qinghe pursed his lips, then followed the strength of Xu Ziru's hand and turned around, his body pressed against the wooden door.

There are many small patterns on the carved wooden door, which are uncomfortable on the body, Yan Qinghe frowned.

Xu Ziru first stuck to him and then kissed him, and then slowed down.

After a while, he suddenly bit Yan Qinghe's shoulder with his teeth. He exerted a lot of force, and Yan Qinghe felt a very obvious tingling pain on his shoulder.

Xu Ziru stretched out his hand to hold down Yan Qinghe: "Don't move."

He said.

Yan Qinghe breathed heavily, he asked: "Is this also a stimulus?"

Xu Ziru's breathing was a little panting, Yan Qinghe was pressed against the wooden door, he frowned and heard Xu Ziru behind him say word by word: "Yan Qinghe, you have to hear clearly every word I say next. .”

His tone was not right, Yan Qinghe was about to turn around, but Xu Ziru's hand was lying behind his back, so much strength that Yan Qinghe had to use some effort to turn around.

Yan Qinghe's voice sank: "Let go."

Xu Ziru breathed into Yan Qinghe's ear, and he asked softly, "Then do you want to listen to me?"

Yan Qinghe was silent for a moment, gave up the resistance of turning around, and said with some helplessness in his voice, "You let me watch you."

Xu Ziru's tone of voice was like that of a naughty child: "No, that's what I'm going to say."

Yan Qinghe lowered his eyes, let out an "um" from his nasal cavity, and compromised.

Xu Ziru's breathing gradually became heavy, and he seemed to speak for a long time before he said slowly and firmly: "Yan Qinghe, you heard clearly.

You were bewitched by the monster and fell into a confusion, saying that because I was dead, you didn't want to leave this stupid dream.

This reasoning is stupid. "

Yan Qinghe struggled back with his shoulders, Xu Ziru stretched out his hand to hold him down again, Yan Qinghe pursed his lips, his face pressed against the pattern of the wooden door, causing a slight tingling sensation.

Xu Ziru said, "I want to tell you.

If you tell me this matter, the only result you will get will be..." Xu Ziru said and took a breath.

Yan Qinghe's fingers moved a little uneasily.

The sound of Xu Ziru's breathing became heavier, but Yan Qinghe's face suddenly turned pale in the next instant, and he smelled a very slight smell of blood from the tip of his nose, and he twisted his body and turned around with all his might.

Because the movement was too big, Xu Ziru, who was pressing on his back, was struggling and lost his strength.

Yan Qinghe turned around, Xu Ziru fell to the ground, with a dagger inlaid with several gemstones on its handle stuck in his chest, blood seeped out from inside his clothes.

Yan Qinghe's brain went blank for a moment, his hands hanging on his arms trembled unconsciously, his face was pale, and he completely lost his ability to speak.

Xu Ziru fell down on the ground, his head was covered with sweat, his mind was a little confused, but he was still trying very hard to evenly breathe, he was thinking a little wanderingly - it really hurts.

A drop of sweat rolled down from his eyelids and dripped onto the ground, moistening a small area.

Xu Ziru swallowed, looked up at Yan Qinghe, who was pale, and said with heavy breathing, "Those devilish energy that has been imprisoned in the Kunlun mirror for hundreds of years will only kill us."

Yan Qinghe's lips turned white, and his whole body began to tremble.

Xu Ziru said: "But Yan Qinghe, you can see clearly.

We had a way out, but you didn't.

It's not them who want me to die now, it's you. "

Yan Qinghe's legs were weak, his eyes were only filled with the blood that was still oozing from Xu Ziru's chest, and the knife stuck in his chest was so harsh that he could hardly open his eyes. When he lifted it up, his feet were unsteady and he fell down.

His trembling hands touched Xu Ziru's blood-stained clothes cautiously but dare not, and he couldn't say a word.

Xu Ziru's eyes were already darkened, he gasped, and after a long time, he still tried hard to say the heart-wrenching words: "It was you who killed me, do you still want to go?"

Yan Qinghe pressed his trembling hands on his chest, he raised his eyes, his face was full of panic that he had never seen before, and he said with a trembling voice, "Let's go, I'll go."

Xu Ziru stretched out his hand to buckle the Nuwa stone from his belt, then grabbed the stone and stuffed it into Yan Qinghe's palm. He held Yan Qinghe's trembling hand tightly, letting him hold the Nuwa stone tightly.

"Do you regret it?" Xu Ziru asked him.

Yan Qinghe pounced on him, trying to hold down his still bleeding chest.

Xu Ziru's hand pressed down on the dagger that was still stuck in his chest, and he poked another inch in it very cruelly.

He frightened Yan Qinghe so much that he didn't dare to move, throwing himself on him like a puppet that had lost its soul.

Xu Ziru's eyes could not see clearly, and he still asked persistently: "Are you going?"

Yan Qinghe said: "I was wrong, I will go.

don't do that. "

He blinked slowly, but tears suddenly fell down.

Xu Ziru grasped the dagger on his chest, and his voice was a little out of control: "Yan Qinghe, as a senior brother of Tianjimen, you were bewitched by monsters and killed me, do you regret it?"

Yan Qinghe was speechless, his tears stained Xu Ziru's clothes and mixed with Xu Ziru's blood, his chest was full of stagnation, as if his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were being broken inch by inch in his chest and abdomen Opened, he squeezed the Nuwa stone in his hand with his fingers.

In the despair of almost falling into the abyss, I heard Xu Zi laughing softly like self-deprecating: "Yan Qinghe, if you are not possessed, how can you love me more?"

Yan Qinghe wanted to refute and speak, he even wanted to yell sharply, but he seemed to be dragged into the endless hell by the invisible devil.

He lost consciousness for a moment.

Opening his eyes again, what Yan Qinghe saw was the simple interior of the bedroom in the He family mansion.

Yan Qinghe was dressed in the uniform aqua blue satin gown of Tianji Gate. His clothes were a bit messy, and his straight hair was a bit messy.

He propped up his upper body on the ground, a fishy-sweet smell rushed into his throat, he turned his head and vomited a big mouthful of blood, he raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes, the palm he just stroked on Xu Ziru's wound was still there Trembling uncontrollably, he stared at his hand for a long time as if he didn't recognize it.

There is another fishy sweet smell in the throat, and the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney seem to be spit out from the mouth along with this mouthful of blood.

Yan Qinghe pursed his lips, forcefully swallowing the bloody smell welling up in his throat.

He raised his head, wanting to stand up from the ground, and wanted to check the condition of the pillow lying on the bed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person lying not far away from him, and he suddenly turned his head to look over.

Xu Ziru lay there in messy clothes and a Taoist bun.

Yan Qinghe wanted to stand up and walk over.

He seemed to have lost strength all over his body, he looked down at his hands that were still trembling violently, and after a long while, he almost moved in front of Xu Ziru.

Xu Ziru lay on the floor with her eyes closed, as quiet as if she was asleep.

Yan Qinghe had another sweet smell in his throat, he raised his trembling hand to cover his lips, he coughed twice, and covered the blood he coughed up with his palm.

Yan Qinghe wiped off the blood on his palm, stretched out two trembling fingers as lightly as if touching a piece of extremely fragile colored glass, and stuck his fingertips on Xu Ziru's neck.

After a while, the strength in his hand increased, and he pressed down heavily with his fingertips.

The feeling of a very, very weak pulse was conveyed to his fingertips. Yan Qinghe lost all strength in an instant. Pillow on the comfortable chest.

He heard the sound of Xu Ziru's heart beating again and again in his chest.

Two tears fell from the corners of his eyes and fell into Xu Ziru's clothes.

(end of middle volume)

The author says:

There are almost a few thousand words

It can be finished next month