Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

In Xuantian Sword Sect, in the small glacier of the back mountain, the air is filled with perennial cold air, the sky is intermittently covered with snowflakes, and the pure white snowflakes fall on the ground, leaving a thin layer of traces.

Between heaven and earth, a piece of white snow.

In the Zen room, green smoke rises from the incense burner, lingering in the room for a long time. In the simple and simple room, snowflakes float in through the windows accompanied by cold wind.

On the wooden bed, a man in a white singlet leaned halfway, looking at the snowflakes outside the window, slowly stretched out his hand, and caught the snowflakes that came in. The snowflakes fell on the white palms, and soon melted into a wet meaning.

The man's supple long hair was casually scattered on his body, his beautiful face was pale and haggard, with morbid beauty, phoenix eyes like silk, long eyelashes leaving a thin shadow, handsome nose bridge, pale and thin lip.

Fusu looked curiously at the falling snowflakes in his hands, and when the snowflakes melted, he still looked at them for a while before withdrawing his hands.

The cold wind blowing in from outside the window brought a slight chill, Fusu tightened the quilt on his body, covered his mouth and coughed in a low voice, as he coughed, his face turned slightly red, and the cold sweat on his forehead was wet temple.

He stared at the white snow outside the window, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and there was an unprecedented tranquility in his eyes.

It has been a long time since I met Wei Jie that day, Fusu was in a daze all day long, I don't know how many days passed, he first injured his foundation, then his golden core was destroyed, and his cultivation was completely lost. If Wei Jie hadn't used his spiritual power to extend his life, he might have returned to Taige early.

Today, his body is getting weaker and weaker, and he is only awake for a few hours a day, and most of the rest of the time he is half asleep and drowsy.

Although the ending has long been doomed, although fate is irresistible, he thinks that maybe in the last time, he can love selfishly and feel those emotions that he is afraid of.

Just be him, the last presumptuousness.

The cold wind was blowing, and the snowflakes were blowing in with the wind, carrying bursts of biting coldness.

When Wei Jie entered the Zen room, he saw such a scene.

The man in white lay quietly on the bed, with a gentle smile on his mouth, watery eyes, pale complexion, and thin body, which seemed to disappear at any time.

Wei Jie clenched his hands in his sleeves, his nails dug into his flesh, and blood flowed out.

In so many dark days and nights, he had thought about his pain and suffering over and over again, but when his real weakness appeared in front of him, only he knew how scared he was, how scared he would be like this Like disappearing out of thin air.

He loves him, but also loves him.

From the corner of the eye, he saw Wei Jie walking in, Fusu looked at him happily, his calm eyes gradually glowed, tender like water, warm like jade.

Wei Jie's face changed, all emotions were hidden, and his face was cold and distant. He stepped forward and closed the window.

Fusu looked at him amusedly, this person is always like this, indifferent yet gentle.

After Wei Jie closed the window, he was about to leave, but Fusu grabbed the hem of his clothes, raised his eyes slightly, and said softly, "I'm bored by myself."

After finishing speaking, he blinked his eyes pitifully, without the slightest sense of being imprisoned.

Wei Jie looked at him coldly, didn't speak, and as soon as the case was filed in his eyes, he was about to leave.

Seeing this, Fusu tightened his grip on the hem of his clothes, lowered his eyes slightly, his pale face was full of loneliness.

"You'd never leave me alone before.. I'm hurt, my body hurts..."

Hearing his weak voice, Wei Jie's heart tightened suddenly, he knew that Fusu was pretending to be pitiful, but as long as he thought of his painful appearance, he couldn't move his feet no matter what.

Feeling Wei Jie's moving face, Fusu smiled secretly, but his face still looked lonely and uncomfortable. He let go of his hand, turned his back and covered himself with the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "Go if you want."

Standing in front of the window, Wei Jie looked at his hair scattered on the pillow from the corner of his eye, heard his sullen voice, and walked forward resolutely, but before he took a step, he sighed softly, Fold back to the bed.

Hearing his voice, Fusu turned around slowly, looked at Wei Jie who was standing stiffly, poked his head out slightly, pointed to the tea on the table, and said softly: "I want to drink tea."

Wei Jie glanced at him, then silently walked to the table, poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to him.

Fusu half-lyed on the bed, took a sip of the tea, and after a while, he looked at Wei Jie again, and said expectantly, "I still want to eat fruit."

Wei Jie was not angry, and walked to the table again.

"I want to eat oranges"

Seeing Wei Jie's movements, Fu Su reminded him kindly with a smile.

Wei Jie's hands froze, and he walked back to the bed with the fruit as he said.

Looking at the oranges handed in front of his eyes, Fusu pursed his mouth, stared at Wei Jie eagerly, then happily opened his mouth and waited for the food.

Wei Jie sighed secretly, then sat on the edge of the bed, carefully peeling the orange peel with lowered eyes.

Fusu was lying beside him, watching him look seriously with lowered eyebrows, thinking in a trance, no wonder in the Taige, girls always like to act coquettishly for their boyfriends, and Wei Jie has not paid much attention to him these days , but now she obediently peels the fruit for him.

Fu Su thought flatteredly, it would be great if he found out about this earlier.

After Wei Jie finished handling the oranges, he looked up at the smiling person next to him who was thinking about something, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Fusu came back to his senses, looked at the orange in Wei Jie's hand, then opened his mouth, looking at him expectantly.

Wei Jie didn't refuse either, he broke open a piece of orange and put it in his mouth.

Fusu happily ate the orange, the sweetness in his mouth spread from the coating of his tongue to his whole body.

After eating, he opened his mouth again, obediently waiting for the food.

The two of them were like this, one fed the other and ate an orange in a short while.

Wei Jie took the handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth for him, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

This is the first sentence that Wei Jie said to him in the past few days, Fu Su was so happy that he would not just fall asleep like this, he shook his head and said sullenly: "I slept for a whole day, and now I don't want to sleep. "

Wei Jie was used to seeing his various appearances, but he had never seen such a cute and cute appearance. Considering his body, he couldn't bear to reject him.

Fusu I was proud, but now he is a useless person who can only rely on his aura to maintain his life.

This kind of cognition made Wei Jie feel unprecedentedly confused.

He likes to see such a fetter, but is afraid of such fragility.

"Okay" he replied gently.

Hearing this, Fusu moved a little to the side, and then patted the empty bed.

After Wei Jie and his clothes lay on the bed, Fu Su immediately leaned up and lay in his arms, listening to his regular heartbeat.

Wei Jie's body froze, the tip of his nose was filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, his warm body was in his arms, after a long time, Wei Jie slowly raised his hand, encircled Fusu's body, and held him tightly. Hold her tightly in her arms.

Fusu rubbed lightly, found a comfortable position, and then slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

The two embraced each other, the candlelight swayed gently, occasionally a slight chill poured in from the crack of the window, and the pure Zen room was enveloped in a quiet atmosphere.

Fusu leaned against Wei Jie's arms, bursts of warmth flooded his body, he was in a daze, thinking suddenly.

Wei Jie is the protagonist in this world, with countless confidante, but now he has never met anyone except Han Ruo'er.Fu Su narrowed his eyes slightly. During the kiss before, Wei Jie's movements were so skillful that he didn't look like a novice. Could it be that when he didn't know him, a woman had already sneaked in?

Fusu thought silently, the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, and his breathing became heavier.

Wei Jie was startled, thinking that he was not feeling well, and was about to get up, but Fusu tightened his grip on his hand, then raised his head, and looked at him aggrieved.

Wei Jie looked at his expression, frowned suspiciously, and said in a low voice, "You don't feel well?"

Fusu shook his head, thought for a while, but still didn't ask, he lowered his head again and buried it in Wei Jie's arms.

So what the hell, he and Wei Jie are destined to be people in two worlds, no matter what happens now, after his death, Wei Jie still has hundreds of years and thousands of years to live, and there will be many more in his life People, he will forget him, fall in love with someone again, and stay together for the rest of his life.

And that person is destined not to be him.

"what happened?"

Wei Jie gently stroked his hair and asked in a low voice.

Hearing his words, Fusu suddenly felt relieved.

Now every day, every day can be counted as stealing from the sky, just this moment is also a lifetime, how can he greedily ask for more.

"It's okay.. I just, suddenly want to drink."

After Fusu finished speaking, the pajamas hit him, and he murmured 'Wei Jie' and fell into a deep sleep.

Hearing the regular breathing of the person in his arms, Wei Jie's eyes darkened slightly.

Although Fusu was brought back to Xuantian Sword Sect by him, the outside wars did not stop, as if nothing had changed.In addition to the Blood Demon Sect, the actions of the blood clans became more and more serious. The blood clans colluded with foreign countries, the new emperor went out to fight, and the cultivation world and the human world were all a catastrophe.

Suddenly there was a rush of wind in his ears, Wei Jie's eyes turned cold, and he stretched out his hand to catch the incoming silver arrow. Looking at the sign on it, Wei Jie's hand tightened.

Looking down at Fusu, who was sleeping deeply, with a slightly flushed face, his eyes narrowed, and the blood clan would definitely have to go...

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When Fusu woke up again, he found himself lying on the cushion of the carriage, covered with delicate bedding.

He sat up, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, the driver was Wei Jie.

Hearing the movement behind him, Wei Jie looked back at him, but after just one glance, he looked at him again without saying a word.

Fusu lowered the car curtain, and slowly closed his eyes.

He knew where Wei Jie was going, this was what he expected, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

He raised his hand to lightly cover his forehead, there was only a faint trace of it that was almost invisible.

Thesis, countdown..