why don't you pass me

When I met Xue Yang for the first time, he was still a guest of the Jin family.

Because the rice wine is not sweet, I set up a stall... Puff!really...

Naughty and cute.

But Zichen didn't seem to think so, because Xue Yang met him.

This clean freak friend, hahaha.

When we met again, it was after the Chang family was wiped out. I heard that everyone in the world said that was what Xue Yang said, and I couldn't believe it.I think:

"He's just a child of Xitang, how bad can he be?"

I always felt that his character was good, so I traveled across several provinces to find him.As long as he says he didn't do it, I'll believe him.

However, he said, "Yes, I did it. They were right...the reason? Heh, I, Xue Yang, still need a reason for killing people?"

This, how could it be?

But all the evidence pointed to him. In the end, I pushed him onto the Golden Scale Platform with my own hands.

I heard him laugh and say:

"Daozhang, don't forget me."

"The future is long!"

This other price is too great...

Bai Xueguan was slaughtered, and Zichen... lost his eyes.

Heh, I must have had bad eyesight at the beginning to like this kind of person...

like……

Inexplicable emotions poured into his throat suddenly, and he felt powerless immediately, and liquid slid down his cheeks.

It's blood...

Later, I moved to Yicheng, where I met two very important people in my life besides my friend and the murderer.

A-Qing and... well, he didn't want to say his name, but let me call him A-Yang.

"Yang", that murderer, has been cleaned up... Is this another consolation?

Tranquility is always fleeting.

Yicheng's dream was shattered when the name "Xue Yang" appeared.

It's no longer about love and hate, it's just unreasonable anger filling his chest.

I hurt him, but didn't kill him.

I am the same as I was years ago...

The spirit told me he was still a child, a candy-loving child.

I want to hear him explain.

But I don't believe it...

Me, killed Zichen? !those villagers...

I can't remember what happened afterwards, probably because I lost my sanity.

But when my soul left my body, I saw...

that boy

The boy I think about day and night

boy i love to hate

Cried……

He tossed the glove aside, exposing his ugly little finger to the sun...

"It's good to die, you will be obedient after you die!"

I didn't hear the despair in it, but I just felt deeply: This person is hopeless.

The soul is broken, it doesn't hurt.

As he was dying, he heard a few murmurs that sounded like madness:

"Spirit-locking sac, yes! I need a spiritual-locking sac! Spirit-locking sac--spirit-locking sac..."

It felt like someone had stabbed him twice on the tip of his heart.

He no longer has time to take care of the hustle and bustle of this world.

If there is an afterlife, you will not be my fetters, and I will not be your anchor.

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