moth light

He asked himself why?Yun Xuan was hung on a wooden stake, and he heard a faint sound, which was blood flowing into his ears.I never did it for anything, if it was for anything, it was probably for him.

Wandering in the vast world of mortals, he will always forget his identity.Forget that you are a cloud spirit and not a person.The ridiculous thing is that the immortal is not afraid of being whipped by the mortal, and he was not afraid of the spirit before, but now he is.

Afraid of the ruthlessness of people, afraid of his poisonous play, afraid of his own obsession... Because of the concern in his heart, he is no longer invulnerable, and even mortal weapons can hurt him.

How many times was the whip beaten?At first he was still counting, but gradually he forgot to count.That whip has barbs, and when it is pulled back from the hanging person, flesh and blood will fly. His current appearance...is not much different from a blood gourd, right?

"Say it?" Someone yelled in his ear, but he couldn't hear it clearly. He felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and maybe he would pass out in the next second.

It's a bad feeling to be woken up.Yun Xuan once again felt that someone was patting him, as if he was still talking?He finally couldn't hold it any longer and passed out.

In the small courtyard where Yunxuan lives.

Rong Xuan stood silently beside the bed. On the other side of the bed were Zhuyin and Zhuqing who were kneeling. Looking between them, there was a group of kneeling doctors.On the bed lay the unconscious Yun Xuan.

Only Yun Xuan's back is better, the rest is covered with flesh and blood, Rong Xuan looked at Yun Xuan: "Bamboo clear bamboo sound!"

"The subordinate is here!" Zhuqing Zhuyin bowed his head and stood on his knees.

"Did I let you hit him so hard?!"

Zhuqing Zhuyin bowed his head and remained silent.

Rong Xuan looked at Yun Xuan on the bed, his eyes were dim.

Why do you feel sorry for him?He thought, because he wanted nothing?Or that weird feeling?Too many distracting thoughts lingered in his ears, making him unable to meditate.

"Be sure to fix him!" He gave the last order and turned to leave.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle behind.

Yun Xuan woke up three days later, of course, he didn't know it.He felt that there were many people busy beside him, and their bodies were wrapped in dense gauze, which made him want to laugh a little.

How many years have you been without an injury?He had forgotten when was the last time he was wrapped up like this.That time, he was lying on the ground covered with bruises, and the little rose wrapped him up into a rice dumpling with all his heart, making him unable to move for several months.Well, how many years ago was that...

"He's awake! He's awake!" A vague voice came from his ear, like a ball of cotton stuffed.Then, there was a rush of footsteps, but they stopped suddenly beside him.

Rong Xuan looked down at this person's face, with a slight smile on his face, as if he hadn't seen him for a long time.

No, they've only known each other for a few days, and besides, I didn't notice whether he was smiling or not.Rong Xuan laughed dumbfounded, and looked at his face carefully again.

In all honesty, this guy looks good.Ruyu's face, the soft corners of the jaw, the lingering smile on the lips, the straight and sharp nose bridge, and the white cloth that is more than an inch wide... Rong Xuan squinted his eyes, and it was the first time he stood up. In order to take a look at the mind of things under the white cloth.

If it looks good there too, I'll...

Rong Xuan's hand covered it, untiing it layer by layer.The movement was so gentle that he didn't even notice it.

Before he could figure out what he wanted, he was startled by Yun Xuan.

With the white cloth removed, the skin around the eyes is also jade-colored, and there is still a pale feeling that has not seen the sun all year round, but that does not make Rong Xuan feel terrible. What is terrible is his eye sockets.

There are only eye sockets, no eyeballs, two blood-colored holes, and even the throbbing blood vessels and muscles can be seen clearly.The skin around the eye sockets is not scarred at all.

"Please return my white cloth, little prince." Yun Xuan said with a smile.

The feeling of the eye sockets being exposed to the air again was uncomfortable, and he even clearly felt the rhythm of the wind swirling from the eye sockets and then leaving.

"Tsk, how ugly!" Rong Xuan threw down the white cloth, intentionally or unintentionally covering his eye sockets.

"How did you do it?" God knows, this was the first time Rong Xuan spoke to an outsider in a completely non-aggressive tone.

"I dug it myself." Yun Xuan still smiled lightly, wrapping his hands around the white cloth with difficulty.

"Crazy!" Rong Xuan scolded him.

"Yeah, I'm really completely crazy." Yun Xuan wrapped the white cloth around once, twice, three times, and said with emotion.

"..." Rong Xuan was completely speechless, who would laugh at her sister? If he was a lunatic?

"Wealth, fame, power, love, have you thought about it?" He changed the subject abruptly, as if to cover up that he had nothing to say just now.

Yun Xuan didn't speak, and his smile disappeared.For a moment, the air was so still that even a needle could be heard falling.

"Still have nothing to ask for?" Rong Xuan was full of hostility in his heart, his cannibal expression seemed to be facing his own father-killing enemy.Unfortunately, Yun Xuan couldn't see it.

"If I have to choose one, I'll choose love." Yun Xuan said slowly a second before Rong Xuan could not suppress his emotions.

"Dirty!" Rong Xuan's initial fondness for Yun Xuan vanished in an instant, and the lines between his eyebrows could pinch a mosquito to death.

"After all, if possible, who wouldn't want to have a love affair?"... Moths to the flame.Yun Xuan smiled lightly again, there was three parts of the smile in that smile, but Rong Xuan couldn't understand the remaining seven parts.

He clenched his fists.After a long time, he asked in a low voice—although he could feel his suppressed anger in that low voice: "So, who do you want to talk to?"

"You." Yun Xuan's slow but firm tone cut the last string of reason in his mind.

"Okay!" Rong Xuanxin copied something and threw it at Yun Xuan who was on the bed. After he threw it over, he realized that it was a bowl of medicinal soup—the bowl had been cracked by him, and it was boiling hot. The medicinal juice and the porcelain bowl that cracked in the air hit Yun Xuan's chest and abdomen together.

The string called reason in Rong Xuan's mind was finally connected with difficulty.

He saw Yun Xuan's face turned pale, and bright red blood oozes out of the freshly wrapped bandage, but the smile on Yun Xuan's face still didn't stop, making people angry in peace.

"Okay!" He yelled almost losing his mind, "I promise you three months, okay!"

The corners of Yun Xuan's mouth finally opened slightly, and he said firmly with a smile: "That's it, very good."

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