Looking Through the Mirror

The last time they met was a winter night, Yu Xingyi leaned against the vending machine on the street corner, his eyes fell on a point in the void, and he didn't know what he was thinking.Half a mile away is a commercial area, with cars coming and going on the road, pedestrians jostling shoulder to shoulder, noisy and bustling.As night fell, the big clock on the square rang eight times. He seemed to be awakened by someone. He glanced at the watch on his wrist without a trace, a trace of impatience flashed across his face, and he quickly cleaned it up. Hidden under an invariable false smile.

Suddenly, the cans fell down with a "bang-dang".The street corner was so quiet, so the abrupt and piercing voice became more pronounced.Shangguan Hongxin casually tossed the coffee to the people waiting at the side, but took out a cigarette from his pocket when he went. After snapping his fingers crisply, a jumping orange flower burst out from his fingertips.

"It's been a long wait," he said.

Yuxing shifted his head to look at the young man who appeared suddenly, stretched out his hand to grab the pendant on his chest, and suddenly pulled him closer to him, narrowing his eyes slightly and staring at him closely, "You did it on purpose."

The young man was staggered by him, and immediately stabilized his figure, removed the cigarette butt that was about to burn out, and winked at the man in suit and leather shoes, with a sincere expression, just like many years ago.Then he exhaled lightly, and spit out all the air that would not reach his lungs on the opponent's face.

Shangguan Hongxin laughed for no reason, and there was a bit of innocence and innocence in that smile.

"Why do you think so," he said, "it's obvious that the place you set is too far away. I rushed here from the base, but it took me a lot of effort."

Yu Xingyi is too familiar with that kind of smile—innocent but cruel, behind the innocence is a mountain of countless corpses piled up.Many people in the past chose to join them because they were deceived by his smile, even himself.

The youth has the special ability to manipulate flames, and ordinary people regard it as light and salvation, but they do not know that it is the seemingly warm flames at the fingertips of that person that destroys everything in the world.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Yu Xingyi said emphatically pushing the young man away and staring at him coldly, "I don't mind being a tool you use to achieve your goals, but you shouldn't touch him. At the beginning of joining I have already emphasized that not moving the Beiming family is my bottom line."

Hearing what he said, Shangguan Hongxin didn't show any surprise. He just straightened his clothes slowly, and then looked at him. The dim light of the street lamp fell on his clear and deep golden eyes, refracting a trace of almost imperceptible "The bottom line." He whispered, as if muttering to himself, and then suddenly snorted coldly and said with a smile: "But do you really, like you once said, value that family?"

The young man slowly walked up to his ear, and said softly: "A drama like love as deep as the sea is really not suitable for you, you want to move away."

Yu Xingyi's hand holding the tin can of coffee suddenly tightened—the other party's tone and gaze were not very aggressive, but they suddenly gave him the illusion of being seen through.

He didn't like the experience.Terrible.

As if sensing the other party's intention to speak, Shangguan Hongxin gently pressed Yu Xingyi's lips with his index finger, and made a silent gesture, "Shh, don't challenge my patience with your clumsy acting skills." He He lowered his voice and said, "You have known my junior brother for so long, has he ever told you what my barrier was like before?"

Shangguan Hongxin tilted his head slightly, planted a kiss on his lips, turned and left without hesitation.The wind blew his long black coat like the wings of a dragon spreading in the night sky.Yu Xingyi heard the bell ringing in the distance again, intermingled with the young man's voice to form an impenetrable net, he was tightly wrapped, like a trapped animal, with no way to escape.

"Tianlong who can't create an enchantment, you must be careful."

Then, the snow fell.

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