sun and moon return

Mistress...

Zheli took a deep breath, closed his eyes and wanted to leave, but Feidao still didn't let go.

Zheli couldn't break free from his hand, turned around and bit Feidao's wrist, everyone exclaimed.

Feidao's eyes sank, half of his strength in his hand remained undiminished, and he exerted force on his elbow, bringing Zheli who was biting him tightly and not letting go.

Jiang Yiran stretched out his hand to pull Zheli, but Feidao stopped her with his left hand, frowning at Zheli, as if he was not talking about his own hand.

The pain in the wrist suddenly became more severe, and along with the tears that meandered into the sleeve, Feidao's hand suddenly loosened.

Zheli let go of him, and stood in front of him with his head down, silent and expressionless.

The crystal clear teardrop on the chin fell to the ground with a tick.

In the eerie silence all around, Wang Jiang's voice was particularly abrupt, as if enlightened: "Zheli, you can't be... you can't be like..."

Zhe Li's face turned pale, and when he looked up, Wang Jiang's face was filled with disbelief and questioning.

Surrounded by a frying pan.

"No! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!!" The young man retorted hoarsely, but he seemed pale and powerless.

His panic, abnormality, and urgency, on the contrary, proved their conjecture even more. Countless eyes focused on Zheli, as if he wanted to cut him open to see clearly.

The young man was finally unable to support himself, his heart defense was defeated, he squatted on the ground in pain, hugged his head and closed his eyes tightly, holding back tears.

I don't know when, the mottled noises in my ears gradually subsided, and when Zheli opened his eyes again, the sky was so gloomy that it was about to collapse. The dry heat in the air and the ruthless wind that destroyed the vegetation all spoke of an impending storm. rainstorm.

He didn't know when he came to that familiar cliff and sat down wearily.

The bean-sized raindrops fell down, quickly soaking Zheli's clothes, with the noisy sound of rain in his ears, but his heart was empty.

Suddenly an umbrella was placed over Zheli's head, Zheli raised his head, and caught a glimpse of the wedding dress from the corner of his eye, tears slowly came out again and mixed into the rain.

Is the master still worried about himself after all?Think about it.

"Offer." Feidao called softly, "I promise Yiran that Tianye Yaofang will be the bride price."

A thunderbolt hit the void in front of Zheli, and he looked up at the master who seemed like a stranger, showing an expression of disbelief.

Yingying brilliance gathered in Feidao's hands: "Don't worry, it won't hurt."

Zheli smiled miserably, with indescribable pain in his heart: "But master, you know, my heart is already in extreme pain..."

Zhe Lifu lowered his head again, buried his head and knees: "If you want to take it, then take it."

After an unknown period of time, there was no movement. When Zheli looked up, Feidao had already changed into white clothes at some point, holding an umbrella, and his eyes fell faintly in the darkness.

There seemed to be waves in his eyes, but there seemed to be nothing.

"Why don't you take it?" Zheli asked in a hoarse voice.

Fei Dao hesitated to speak, his expression was complex, sullen and distressed, after a long while, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, the curse mark on his arm was faintly visible.

"Zheli," Feidao finally said, he sighed, "Do you not want me to marry Yiran so much?"

"I don't want to," Zheli lowered his eyes and smiled self-destructively, "I don't want Master to marry anyone... I shouldn't, I shouldn't have such thoughts... I don't deserve to be Master's disciple."

Feidao only felt that his headache was about to split, and the irritability in his heart was getting higher and higher.

Whether he has thousands of thoughts or mixed feelings, he will never be the enemy with a weak heart. Decades of indifference and indifference are like this rainstorm, shattering the world.

It's the changes he doesn't notice, the emotions he doesn't understand, the eyes he ignores.

It is the sincere intention of the child in front of him who is too humble to be humble, and the selfish greed that is too timid to be cowardly.

Scenes and scenes of more than ten years slipped by in front of my eyes, no matter if I feel distressed, helpless, or wandering, the chaos of the torrential rain is not as good as the heart, and the lightning and thunder are not as good as the turmoil in my heart.

After all, it's... a mess.

Zheli sat at Feidao's feet in a daze, his eyes were dull and lifeless. Compared with sorrow and pain, what was more sad was that there was no wave in his heart.

But the thoughts of the people behind him seem to have been reincarnated for decades.

He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

The outstretched hand was put down again, and he had to squat down.

The rain wetted the broken hair on the sideburns and stuck it on the face indiscriminately.The young man's pale face made Feidao's heart ache, and he couldn't help but reached out and touched Zheli's head.

"Zheli," Feidao wiped the rain from his face, and looked at him distressedly, "it's not your fault who you like."

The warmth of his face was nostalgic, Zheli couldn't help but his eyes turned red again, he still lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Feidao again.

The rain beat against the surface of the umbrella, and most of Feidao's body was exposed in the rain, and his clothes were soaked in the muddy water.

Zorei reached out and pushed the handle of the umbrella towards her.

Feidao looked at him distressedly: "In this world, there are not only good and evil, black and white, right and wrong, things are not absolute, it's okay to hate anyone, like anyone, it's all up to one's own heart, and one shouldn't be criticized by others. But Never forget that when you like anyone, you have to be yourself, and you have to learn to love yourself first.”

Zheli slowly raised his head, with tears streaming down his eyelashes, he stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the umbrella, pressed the umbrella towards Feidao, and leaned towards Feidao: "It's not wrong if you like Master, so what?"

Tears-stained pupils swayed like stars on the sea, tightly enveloping the inhuman gaze, which was both staring at and seductive.Although the warmth of the lips is fleeting, the waves in the heart are like a torrential wave.

"Master to me," Zheli looked deeply into Feidao's eyes, "it already exists like this. Even so, isn't it wrong?"

Feidao, who was in a trance, almost fell to the ground. After a long time, the pain in his body made him clearer.

He tilted his wrist almost imperceptibly, and at an angle that only he could see, he saw the curse marks unfolding like a raging fire without any surprise.

The young man still looked at him sadly, mocking himself, depravity, pain, and many emotions were intertwined in his eyes, but he still had the pure heart of a child like glass.

Suppressing the turbulent Qi and blood, and letting go of these emotional thoughts, he must look at the illusion that has cracks around him. It is not too late to solve it as soon as possible.

Feidao lowered his eyes to look at Zheli, and was about to speak when he heard roaring sounds from both front and back. He passed out in his arms.

With a thought in Feidao's mind, he urged Lianxue to wake it up with spiritual power, and Lianxue's sword energy surged, cutting off the shackles around Feishuang like a stream of light.

Flowing light turned into swords from all sides, Feishuang and Lianxue walked in the flowing light, the ice mood turned into a dragon chant, Feidao stood in the frost, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he looked coldly at Si who had been trapped in the ice and snow moon.

At this time, Si Yue was like a phantom, only the outline could be seen, trapped in the icy mood, unable to move.

"I said a long time ago that if you dare to discount the gift, your body will be smashed together." Feidao said coldly.

"I was wrong, Elder Immortal, if you let me live, I will let you two out right away." Si Yue's voice came faintly.

The red light in Feidao's eyes was like a flame: "It's too late."

With a bloodthirsty and rage that he couldn't even detect, Fei Dao smashed Si Yue's soul into pieces with one palm, and the fierceness in his eyes faded a bit.

Feishuang and Lianxue, who had lost their targets, returned to their sheaths, and the world became clear again.

Feidao pulled out Lianxue, and the slightly hot sword body was glowing with a sun-like glow, and the brightest part of the glow reflected its original name.

"infatuation".

This sword is called Chixin, not Lianxue.

Feidao's heart was shocked, and he clinging to the sword in his hand was like holding the heart of a child. It was hot and enthusiastic, but it was full of scars, which made people feel at a loss...

"I've always thought too much about leisure,

Raise your glass to persuade the king not to stay.

When wine enters the heart, the sorrow is hard to solve,

Only hate can't be overwhelmed. "

"Life without wish,

Only seek one's heart. "

The sincerity of those teenagers was all for themselves.

After standing for a long time, Feidao's thoughts turned back and forth in his heart, and then he slowly put his infatuation back into the sheath, and put it back to Zheli's side.

Zheli in his arms was drenched, his brows were tightened, and the corners of his eyes were still stained with tears. Looking at him, he felt absent-minded for a while. For decades, at this moment, his emotions were the most complicated, as if flashing different colors out of thin air. The streamer of light is dizzying and dizzy. When you reach out to grab it, you can't catch anything, leaving you in a sense of loss in the end.

He sighed again, and finally turned into a streamer and left.

Feidao returned to the Xiaoxiang area, under the sun, the grass was shining, and the mirror of thousands of edges and ideas was shattered all over the place.

Zheli sat in front of the mirror and slowly opened his eyes.

The barrier around his body was slowly dispelled, and Feidao walked up to Zheli, and asked in a warm voice: "Are you awake? You were confused by this mirror demon and fell into your own demons. Fortunately, this mirror demon is still shallow, so you can Get out of this demon by yourself."

Zheli fell to the ground exhaustedly, he recalled those episodes, it was like a dream, only one thing was true, and the non-truth became his demon.

Covering his face from the intense sunlight, Zheli called out in a hoarse voice: "Master..." He caught a glimpse of the sword mark on Fei Dao's robe, feeling a little dazed.

"En." Feidao sat beside him, covering him from the sun, and replied softly.

"Sorry……"

Fei Dao's eyes fell faintly in the distance: "Why do you say I'm sorry?"

Zheli took a deep breath: "Master is worrying again."

Feidao heaved a sigh of relief, and asked carefully, "Then what kind of demon did you encounter in the illusion?"

Zheli put down his hands, and closed his eyes wearily: "I dreamed that I would never eat your food again, master..."

Feidao was stunned for a moment, all kinds of feelings lingered in his heart for a moment, leaving some sadness in vain.

Zheli's voice was hoarse, with a strong nasal voice, and the teardrops from the corners of his eyes fell into the grass along the pinnae.

After lying down for an unknown amount of time, he fell into a deep sleep exhausted.

Maybe it was too tired, maybe it was too sad, Zheli kept frowning even in his sleep.

Feidao stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, and poured in spiritual power, and Zheli's breath gradually became longer.