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"Wen Shugeng" there was still twisting his body, enduring terrible torture.

Wen Shugeng felt that his body was starting to ache, he had goose bumps all over his body, and his heart was clenched.He did not believe all of Li Hongge's words, but Gu Yi was indeed the leader of the Cloud Swallowing Sect.Gu Yi might just be a pseudonym, he doesn't care.

But, has he ever known Gu Yi?Had he ever gritted his teeth and tried so hard not to leave Gu Yi behind?

Wen Shugeng bit his lower lip, with unspeakable pain in his eyes.Then Gu Yi, did you already know him?

"I know, of course I know." The voice sounded again, but it was next to his ear, not the "Wen Shugeng" there.

Wen Shugeng's body tensed up suddenly.

The voice was familiar, yet strange.Wen Shugeng said a very low "owner" from his teeth.

It was a younger and more indifferent voice than the owner's voice.The voice lingered in his body, like a frightening nightmare, lingering in his ears for a long time.

He said: "He didn't lose his memory, how could he not recognize you?"

Wen Shugeng was stunned, only looking at himself who was in pain, his skin was festered and blood was bleeding profusely, but he remained unchanged until death, never abandoning his "citrus aurantium".

The mist floated up his eyes, and his eyes were a little blurred. He could only see the hazy fire and feel the faint heat.

Gu Yi, already knew who he was, but still lied to him?It wasn't just this time that Dai had been lying to him from the very beginning.

The man seemed to be able to hear his heart, and chuckled softly, as if pitying his stupidity: "I lied to you from the beginning."

Wen Shugeng clenched his hands tightly, the tip of his nose was sore.

"How?" said the man, "It's better to let go of this skin back then. In this world, every step is frightening, and no one trusts you or loves you."

"What's the point?" He laughed, feeling a little bit apart.

The shrill screams over there never stopped, it was his own voice, watching and listening to him, Wen Shugeng felt extremely noisy.

But there is silence in the chest, like the surface of a frozen river in winter, which is completely cool and silently reflects the colorful sky.Just like a new mirror is first polished, showing everything and nothing.

The man chased after him and asked: "Did he care about your lost memory? Did he care about who you were? Did he care that you were "you"?"

Snapped!

His will burst from the middle and scattered into countless fragments, each of which he was uttering mournful words in the light spot.

"Who am I!" He roared vigorously, grabbed his front lapel angrily, smashed his knee hard, and collapsed to his knees.

But his eyes were filled with blood, and countless ice balls flew out.

Yes, it was blood mixed with tears, both hot and cold.He gasped for air, but couldn't get it into his chest no matter what.The strong sense of suffocation made him dizzy, and the ruthless truth did not stop, slashing at him fieryly!

The surrounding was suddenly extremely quiet, and he heard the person's very clear voice: "You are nobody."

Like a limp puppy, he was lifted by his front legs and walked towards the edge of the cliff step by step.

The scenery below was blurred, and there was only cold white light reflected in his eyes. The wind was blowing from all directions on the cliff, and he was sweating coldly, kicking his hind legs in fear, "barking" helplessly, and his eyes were full of water vapor.

Suddenly, the hand loosened!He plummeted, almost to death.

Wen Shugeng seemed to be fished out of the water, his whole body was soaked in sweat and his face was pale.Invisibly, a hand was approaching the top of his head little by little.

"It's not like that." The stinging words came out slowly from his pale lips.

He raised his head, opened his eyes stubbornly despite the pain, and said word by word: "You are not him, how do you know if he cares?"

The voice seemed to have stopped, and after a while, he said mockingly and disdainfully: "What?"

He went up step by step, hitting the pain point directly: "Don't you mind if he deceives you? Don't you mind if he fools you like a fool? You don't even mind pretending to be deaf and dumb, and become someone who can be fooled by everyone?"

His words were extremely sharp, as if Wen Shugeng was just a pitiful wretch through and through.

Wen Shugeng coughed up a mouthful of blood, then raised his sleeve to wipe away the blood, his gaze was like a torch: "He loves me very much."

"He will send me countless grapefruits, he will dispel my nightmares for me, and he will tell me over and over again that I belong to him."

Wen Shugeng straightened up slowly, raised his eyes, and showed his arrogance: "Why don't I believe my own eyes, but listen to what you say?"

The voice laughed, floated from the clouds, tore off a few wisps of clouds, wrapped in the wind and covered him.

Wen Shugeng couldn't move his hands and feet, but his expression remained firm, and he said again: "He lied to me, of course it's between him and me. I will teach him, and it's your turn to be an outsider?"

But the clear and clear laughter came in bursts, and it was no longer the same as before.Wen Shugeng's heart moved, he was puzzled, but was suddenly swept up by the cloud and thrown to the place where he was being tortured.

The fire was burning, the sparks were shooting out, and the pool was so cold that he was thrown straight into it. Wen Shugeng bit his lips tightly not to let out a scream.

The expected pain did not come, and he overlapped with that body, but the shackles on his body were untied.

The sky above the head is covered with red clouds, crimson and charming.

He saw that his bones were broken one by one, his chest was wide open, bloody and bloody, but it didn't hurt at all.

A gust of wind gently pounced on his face, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.

He feels a kiss.A kiss that never touched him.

That kiss concealed endless tenderness and was extremely restrained, yet it slaughtered decisively the indifference of humanity.

It was a shocking, unyielding kiss, waving the flag and shouting: "Hugh come and slander my feelings!"

"The pious people won't understand, I don't want this world, I just want him."

"The one who defied heaven and earth for me. The one I love forever, ever."

The scene above the head is sad and magnificent, the blood-red sky suddenly collapsed, turning into a sky full of fire, spreading pain and heat to the earth, and the fire started a prairie fire in an instant.

Wen Shugeng opened his eyes and saw two figures intertwined in the raging fire.

The tall man was covered in blood, his eyebrows were sharp, and his eyebrows flew into his temples, like a Martial God Shura, but his eyes were full of tenderness, looking at the person in his arms.

The man was as light as a piece of white paper, with a slight smile, he stretched out his hand hard, and his fingertips gradually touched the skin of the person in front of him.

The man held his almost transparent palm, carefully pressed it to his cheek, looked at him softer, and called him in a low voice: "Geng Geng, you won't leave me, will you?"

The slender fingers caressed his handsome face, his eyes began to loosen, a little aggrieved, a little bit reluctant: "I'm going to break the contract."

"Brother, I really... want to be with you all the time."

He was still smiling, a very beautiful but fragile smile, but he kept showing him his own smile.And his body has already started to dissolve, becoming transparent little by little.

The man kept kissing his gradually disappearing fingers, and tears fell one by one onto his face.

"It hurts, brother...I hurt." The tears were hot and wet his face, so it became more transparent.

The man drew out one hand and wiped away his tears roughly, then hugged him tightly in a panic, his bloodshot eyes were terribly red: "Geng Geng, Geng Geng, please, don't leave me."

The man suddenly opened his eyes wide, stretched out his arms vigorously, hugged the man's neck, and climbed up with difficulty as if climbing to the sky, and finally kissed his trembling lips.

"Brother, I like you." He said shyly and sincerely.

Blink again, and the person is gone.The man let out a mournful cry, looking in vain at the drops of snow falling from his palm.

Wen Shugeng didn't have time to get away from the sad atmosphere, but the man stretched out his palm, and a water polo spun at high speed, shrinking and shrinking, and finally turned into a tiny drop.

He looked at the drop of water very seriously, then flicked his index finger, and the drop of water flew straight to Wen Shugeng's eyebrows.

Wen Shugeng was shocked to see the water dripping into his body, and layers of water waved away from his body in an instant, repairing the muscles and bones and healing the pain.

The man as resolute as a god of war strode towards him, but stopped a few feet away, staring greedily and obsessively at the water wave.

After a long time, disturbing memories flooded into his mind like a flood.He seemed to remember everything, but he didn't seem to remember anything, only vaguely heard countless voices.

There was an exceptionally clear voice calling persistently, calling him: "Master!"

The tall man's face was covered with blood, but he smiled brightly and whispered softly: "Xiao Yuan, thank you for lending me a piece of your soul."

Wen Shugeng was extremely confused, looked at him, and said, "What do you mean?"

"Only an unswerving and unwavering soul can carry subtle vitality." Yes, the same voice as the owner.

He didn't understand anything, and he wanted to ask again, but a gust of wind blew him away again.

He was exhausted, thinking indiscriminately why the owner would show him these things, was the person who was born exactly like him the owner's lover, and how could he disappear?

Overwhelming drowsiness swept over him, he could no longer think, he closed his eyes, and he was sent somewhere.

Before he was about to fall into a dream, the call he heard just now sounded again, each sound clearer and more anxious.

Gu Zhishi was almost at a loss, the formation was basically a formation within a formation, he opened the hidden formation, but there were layers of formations waiting for him behind him, and when he broke through all the formations layer by layer, but Back to the origin.

But he regretted and found out: Master is gone!

Wen Shugeng was drowsy, his eyelids were sore, but the voice never stopped, breaking through the darkness he was about to sink into, and pulling him desperately.

He opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, but it was in the shape of a "citrus fruit".

Gu Zhishi ran crazily, he shouted, and stopped outside Meilin again.

Thousands of flowers and trees are in full bloom, and the flowers are falling one after another, bright and moving, one by one, sticking to the skirt of the person under the tree.

The wind is not calm.

The heart is also chaotic.

The man slowly opened his eyes and followed the sound.The distance between them is only a few meters, but it seems that the ends of the earth are not so far away.

The author has something to say: It can be seen from the foreshadowing in the previous link that the owner of the villa is Tang Yuan, and the remaining ray of vitality of that "Geng Geng" was put into Xiao Wen's body.Xiao Wen fell from Dengyun Peak before and was smashed to pieces. He survived by relying on this ray of "vitality".

The previous dreams were all memories of that ray of "vitality". He is a snow demon.

But Tang Yuan didn't empathize!Xiao Wen is Xiao Wen, and "Geng Geng" is "Geng Geng".

I will explain many details later~

(Actually, I really want to write the story of this couple. The last monk between heaven and earth and the snow demon transformed from the cultivation barrier are so touching! But I don’t have enough writing skills, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to write such a large-scale content.)