【Xue Xiao】Charcoal incense

Xue Yang tore off the white silk that covered his eyes, and dodged the guard who stabbed him with a sword.

"Little blind man." He stared straight at A-Qing who was standing at the door, his eyes were as bloodshot as A-Vi Rakshasa, "I won't kill you, why don't you come to the door yourself?"

A-Qing shivered from being stared at, and shouted, "Do you think my aunt is afraid of you! You rotten child who grew up eating shit! The Taoist priest spent eight lifetimes of blood mold before being caught by a filth like you!" Get it on!"

The little rascal had never fought fiercely in such complicated clothes before, and he was inadvertently grabbed by the hem of his coat, restricting his movements. "Fuck!" He took a staggering step, swung out the dagger in Qiankun's sleeve and slashed open the middle of his outer robe, kicked his foot straight towards the man's face.The guard couldn't dodge, so he had to raise his arm to block, but he was kicked so hard that his bones almost didn't break inward.

Xiao Xingchen heard the clink of swords and swords, and when he subconsciously touched Shuanghua behind him, he found nothing. He stomped his feet anxiously, trying to protect A-Qing, but was pushed back into the chair by a strong wind.

"Don't make trouble for me! Sit down!" Xue Yang wiped the sweat off his face angrily, his shoulder blade was pulled by his arm when the flying fairy sword cut him, and another bag of blood gushed out.

Jiang disaster broke through the Qiankun sleeve and cut off an arm that was about to capture Xue Yang. The owner of the arm fell to the ground and let out a heart-piercing scream.

The black air spread out from the black charcoal-like sword body like human black hair, wrapping around Xue Yang's body.

Xiao Xingchen's tailbone was so painful that he was stretched a little by the palm. Besides being confused, he felt aggrieved and fearful, and his nerves became more and more fragile in the chaos of such battles.

The monks of Ouyang's family have always been excellent, and if they confront each other head-on, they will never be defeated by a little hooligan who walks heresy.But Xue Yang has many hidden weapons in his body and is proficient in ghosts, and his tactics are treacherous and sinister.

The most deadly thing is that the children of the aristocratic family have practiced the righteous way of a gentleman since they were educated. Every move, every move, is all rigorously practiced, and they are born to defend righteousness and propriety.Their fists were traceable, but Xue Yang's sword was unpredictable. The purpose of this group of monks was to capture Xue Yang, but every time Xue Yang's kills were aimed at killing people.

Thinking of this, Xiao Xingchen's throat tightened again.He sat on pins and needles, his teeth clenched, wondering if he could be of any help.

When he finally couldn't sit still and stood up abruptly, the sharp clang of iron objects colliding exploded in his ears: the dagger thrown by Xue Yang collided with the arrows that had missed them, blocking the arrows from flying to the ground. Following Xiao Xingchen's trajectory, Xiao Xingchen's hair curtain was raised and nailed to the wall.

"Are you fucking standing up and looking for death!"

After the dagger that was supposed to block the enemy flew out, the old man at the head took advantage of his undefended left hand and stuck out two fingers to the elbow tendon of Xue Yang's right arm. Xue Yang felt the blood in his veins stagnate suddenly. The whole arm went numb, and Jiang Mi was snatched away.

"Bound!"

The Immortal Binding Net filled with spiritual power was driven by the tricks of several monks, and it was covered with a huff, and Xue Yang was trapped in the cramped net with a very funny gesture.His limbs curled up, although he could move a little bit, he couldn't pull out the Shuanghua on his back to cut off the knot.

Only now did the monks of Ouyang's family take a full breath.

The room was filled with a pungent bloody smell, which slowly settled in the silence that instantly overwhelmed the clanging sound.

Although Ah Wen's left leg was stabbed, it also hurt some flesh.She tore off a piece of clothes and pressed the knife edge, tied a knot on her leg, turned around and walked towards Xiao Xingchen, although she knew that no one would see her, she still clasped her fists politely and said, "Master Xiao Xingchen."

It turned out to be such a joyful thing to have a name.Xiao Xingchen thought clearly.

But the chaos gradually subsided, but there was no sense of relief in his heart, the left side of his chest was still beating drums, and the inextricable threads in his mind were about to be knotted, but it seemed that something was about to come out, but he couldn't say no. Qing Dao is unknown.

"Taoist." A-Qing shook the Taoist group's fist that had been clenched for so long that it lost its color with her thin hands.

The little girl seemed to be fine.Xiao Xingchen let out a breath of unpleasant turbidity.

"Girl," Xiao Xingchen comforted A-Qing, and thanked Ah-wen, "Pindao's spiritual power has been sealed, please ask the girl to release it for him. Pindao is here to escort...Pindao will help you escort Xue foreign."

But he knew that he had to be optimistic about Xue Yang, no matter what.

Xue Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, his head drooping like a limp.The whip used by a monk from the Ouyang family was planted with barbs. After whipping Xue Yang's calf, a piece of skin was pulled off. The blood-red wound was now glowing sticky, and his pale lips The petals fluttered slightly, gasping for breath, a puddle of cold sweat gathered in the center of the person.

What a fucking pain.

Xue Yang raised his head with difficulty, and the twisted smile on the corner of his mouth made the monk who was carefully outflanking him stop in fright.

When Jin Guangyao met Xue Yang in Kuizhou, Xue Yang was pulling the hair of a waiter in a shop, knocking his bruised and swollen head on the ground, the young man had a fierce look on his face, his hands were sparsely stained with mud and blood, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be sealed with wax Hold it high.

At that time, Jin Guangyao was still Meng Yao, who had just delivered the account book for the shopkeeper, and turned into the backyard of the restaurant.He was dressed thinly, somewhat similar to Xue Yang who was beating someone, with a warm and restrained smile, and he didn't loosen a bit during the intimate contact between Qing Brick and the guy's head.

The assailant boy mechanically repeated grabbing the person's head and pressing it down again, laughing as if he was playing a very interesting game.

After Xiaoer couldn't struggle anymore, Xue Yang stood up, met Jin Guangyao's gaze, fell silent for a moment, and then broke into a bigger smile: "What about your mother?"

Jin Guangyao was not afraid at all, pulled out a piece of hemp silk from the skirt of his clothes as he walked, and handed it to Xue Yang: "Young Master Xue looks good when he smiles."

Xue Yang rubbed the blood spattered on his cheeks with the back of his hand. Hearing the word "Young Master" fresh, he appreciated it for the first time, and took the handkerchief: "Do you know me?"

"Kuizhou Xue Yang is famous, so he will naturally recognize him."

"Tch." Xue Yang chuckled, and wiped the blood on his hands self-consciously.Jin Guangyao knelt down and checked Tan Xiaoer's breath, he was already out of breath.

"What's the matter, is the one you pushed off the bridge dead?"

Hearing that Jin Guangyao froze slightly.

Together with this person on the ground, there is another guy who is fooling around every day. The two of them don't do much work, but they talk a lot. They push all the chores to Jin Guangyao, and sit on the stone steps in the backyard. , Just the topic of Jin Guangyao's background can be talked about for hours.

Jin Guangyao withdrew his hand, and Youyou said, "You can't say that..."

Huojisheng was ups and downs in the water, and was smashed into the gray rain curtain by the turbulent torrent and waves in the rainy season.Jin Guangyao put all the voices behind him, and hid his deep smile under the crimson oiled paper umbrella.

"I know I know."

Jin Guangyao turned his head, and the boy's pretty canine teeth were reflected in those curved eyes.

"That idiot jumped down by himself."

The two teenagers looked at each other for a moment, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Muscle memory stays on the instruction of smiling for a long time, and the reaction to other facial expressions will be much slower.

Laugh when smashing stalls, laugh when being recruited, laugh when Mie Chang's family is full, laugh when Tu Baixue is watching... this smile breeds self-confidence to conceited arrogance, and is used by people who have the ability to control everything smile.

"What's rolling out of his sleeve?"

"Be careful, go up and have a look."

When Xiao Xingchen heard the movement, his scalp exploded, and he yelled, "Don't go there!"

But it is already late.

The paper balls that rolled around burst out a piece of sweet, bitter and spicy powder from the shrinking encirclement, and expanded into a pervasive snow white in Fulongtang, coughing and retching sounded one after another.

The old man who was holding the disaster disaster in his hand choked on a big mouthful of corpse poison powder, his face turned blue and his lungs were about to be coughed out. A pile of broken twine.

The familiar smell entered Xiao Xingchen's nostrils, he took two steps back and covered his mouth and nose, but he still couldn't suppress the churning in his stomach.His spiritual power has not yet been unleashed, so don't panic, the most urgent task is to subdue Xue Yang and let him detoxify.

Xiao Xingchen suppressed the discomfort and called Ah Wen softly a few times.

All the call signs rang at least ten paces away, and neither Ah Wen nor A-Qing nearby responded to him.Xiao Xingchen's throat was astringent with anxiety, and the disgusting smell of corpse poison powder lingered in his chest for a long time.He choked and scratched at the air like the most helpless blind man.

"A-Qing!" After poking around for a while, the Taoist called out. After shouting, he realized something, and immediately closed his mouth and listened intently: If A-Qing simply hid, he shouted like this, Ah-Qing Qing replied, if Xue Yang finds the little girl, he will definitely not give her good fruit to eat.So A-Qing didn't say anything for a long time, but Xiao Xingchen heaved a sigh of relief.

He forced himself to steady his mind, and just as he took a step forward, he bumped into someone.

The man's body was as hard as iron, and he stood firmly on the spot, and he didn't react when he was hit. If he didn't seem to have arms and legs and was wrapped in a layer of clothes, others might really suspect that he was a statue.

Xiao Xingchen stretched out his hand tentatively, and touched a piece of wet cloth, which exuded the earthy smell that can often be smelled by rivers and lakes.

"who is it?"

He was short of breath, and became more and more anxious because he couldn't get an answer. He repeatedly touched the person's limbs and his heart was gradually surrounded by fear——

It's too cold, too hard, and it doesn't look like a living person at all.

This probably wasn't a monk from Ouyang's family, the time before and after was too short, the corpse wasn't stiff enough, even the corpse poison powder shouldn't have occurred so quickly.Xiao Xingchen thought nervously.His hand slowly touched the man's arm.The strong arms stretched straight forward, as if pointing at something.

Finally, Xiao Xingchen tremblingly felt what the man was holding in his hand: the heavy jade handle was warm and smooth, and a tassel rope was hanging from the end, which was also soaked in water. It looked like a sword tassel. .There are two words engraved on the hilt.

The Taoist's icy fingertips impatiently traced the deep grooves, hoping to find some clues.

Whisk... snow...

Xiao Xingchen heard the sound of his own mind shattering.

When he touched the corpse stuck on the cold blade, he collapsed without any suspense.

The blood on the blade of the snow-flickering silver sword snaked, and the tip of the sword pierced Ah Wen's chest. The blood bloomed on the surface of her clothes on her chest like splashed ink on the landscape, soaking the water-blue cloth until it was invisible. original color.

Ah Wen stared at a pair of almond eyes, holding her own sword that had been broken in two in her hand.This celestial weapon is not of high grade, and it has no power to parry under the blow of Fuxue's infusion of spiritual power, and the first sword can't be received, so it is simply impossible to raise the weapon in front of Song Lan for the second time. Night Tale.

Xiao Xingchen fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, his kneecaps almost cracked and his soul shattered.

He fell down in a pool of blood that was still warm, and there was another person there.Trembling, he found a somewhat rough wooden hairpin with a fox's pointy face engraved on it, and the left ear part was a little broken, and it was already covered with blood, and the grooves and grooves were filled with clotted blood.

The little girl was affected by Song Lan who broke in, and was hit in the chest and abdomen by the walking corpse's fists and feet, breaking several ribs. She passed out from the pain, and groaned in pain every time she took a breath.

why?

Xiao Xingchen's waist slowly arched, and his ten fingers dug into the hair, which hurt the nerves and messed up the bun.

He wanted to scream, smash his internal organs into this ridiculously dirty skin, rub his heart to pieces, and stop the blood from circulating in his body.But the vocal cords vibrated randomly, shaking every syllable, and finally the screams that were squeezed out were hoarse and ugly, like an animal whose neck was about to be wrung off by the executioner with bare hands.

——The letter has been delivered, where is the snack you agreed to give me?

The child in Xue Yang's story appeared in Xiao Xingchen's mind.

The child's originally blurred facial features became outlines, and what became clearer and inch by inch was Xiao Xingchen's disheveled and embarrassed posture.His whole body was stained with blood, from head to toe he couldn't find a clean place, his hair was knotted in the rubbing of mud and blood, brushing the priest's robe that was stained gray and black with dirt, stuck to his pale skin.

That Xiao Xingchen burst into tears.Tears of blood squeezed out between the fingers covering the face, washed away the dust on the fingers, and became turbid.He lay on the ground and twitched, unable to lift his head - like a child who did something wrong, he had no face to face his teacher, face his parents, and himself.

——I won't run, I won't resist, I'm already so obedient!

—— Xue Yang, what did you promise me?

No no!A-Qing's safety, Zichen's reputation, nothing...

The strange thing is that at this moment when Xue Yang should be cursed for eternal doom, the one he most wanted to scold was himself—it was because he didn't have a long memory, and he had clearly been fooled once!

The Taoist's fingers were about to dig into the scalp, and the internal organs twitched as if they were entangled.He cried intermittently, and the breath collided and choked in his lungs for a long time before he could release it with sobs.He felt that his sternum was being cut off one by one, and a sword was inserted into his defenseless heart to gouge.

In a short period of time, the lover he held on the tip of his heart, and the stable daily necessities were all gone;

In a breath, his obsession with protecting others, and what little dignity he had left, were also shattered.

"break!"

Xue Yang was at the end of his strength, with several swords in his body, like a sieve, the blood all over his body was bottomless. He swung his palm towards the magic-sealing talisman, letting the blood in his palm soak into the fragile and fragile place that controlled the whole situation. yellow paper.

The array is broken.

A torrential snowstorm smashed open the door.

Like a pack of wolves led by the howling of a wolf, all the doors of Ouyang's house were slammed in all directions, and the door was knocked hard on the door frame, mixed with the sound of wind, It seems that there are swarms of bees buzzing, and listening to it for a second is torture to the ears.

Summoned by Xue Yang, Song Lan pulled out Fuxue from Ah Wen's body, picked up the distraught Xiao Xingchen from the ground, and threw it roughly on her shoulder.Xiao Xingchen's bones ached from Zou Zangbang's hard body, his head was drooping, and his cranial cavity was congested by Song Lan's dodging and hacking movements along the way, and his stomach was so nauseated that he was sour.

But he didn't even hum.He has run out of strength.

Xiao Xingchen could feel the snowflakes and icicles whistling past his ears, and he could imagine the scene outside.He knew that if Ouyang's family's formation could not be maintained, Baling would be dark and freezing cold again.

What will happen to the people of Baling when Wolong Jia comes again to cause harm to the world?

Who did he protect?Who can he protect?

Xiao Xingchen never thought that he would be associated with the word self-abandonment. His pride, kindness, persistence, and everything he was proud of when he held Shuanghua in the past did not allow him to abandon anyone.

But he is tired.

He missed the embrace of his master exuding the fragrance of green grass, the shadow of the bamboos, and the fairy mountain that he didn't know the name of.Perhaps his self-righteous sincerity should be buried in that safe and mediocre pure land, so that he wouldn't have to meet Xue Yang, wouldn't be sorry for Zichen, and wouldn't hurt so many people.

"Xiao Xingchen! Xiao Xingchen!"

Xue Yang was calling him.With such a sonorous, hasty and impolite call, did Xue Yang want to wake him up from the despair that had wrapped him up tightly?

"Xue Yang..."

Xiao Xingchen felt as if a fire was burning on his body, it was very hot, and his mouth was very dry.But in fact, his body was shivering in the endless snow and wind, as stiff as Song Lan who was carrying him.

He completely let go of the last bit of strength he had to support his body, listened to Xue Yang's chaotic shouts, and pulled the cracked corner of his mouth.It looks a bit like gloating.

Can you see me, are you in a hurry?

Ah, thank goodness I can't see.

"Xiao Xingchen? Xiao Xingchen!"

Xue Yang thoughtlessly grabbed a cave and got in. He kicked Song Lan away who had no weight in his hands, and pulled all the weight of the Taoist onto himself.

Xiao Xingchen's fiery skin irritated Xue Yang.He threw down the disaster, tremblingly, touched the Taoist's forehead. To his hands that were about to go numb from the cold, the temperature of Xiao Xingchen's forehead was scalding.With a dazed expression on his face, he pulled Xiao Xingchen into his arms almost at a loss, pulled open the front of his clothes, and pressed the cold hand to his chest, which still had a trace of warmth.

He has always had an air of ease, and now he feels that it is wrong to put on any expression.He should have laughed at Xiao Xingchen and his coquettishness as he had done all the way, but the fire in his arms had scorched all the bridges in his brain and cut off his ability to think.He couldn't even think of setting up a restraint to block the rushing mountain snow outside the cave, but numbly turned his back to the cave entrance and hugged Xiao Xingchen, letting the frost condense from the back of his head all the way to his back, healing the sword wound crudely with ice. .

Which step did he go wrong?

One second he was still in control of the overall situation, and the next second he was stirred up by a small stone that strayed into the game pool, causing uncontrollable waves.

Ever since meeting Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang almost forgot what it was like to get out of control. Everything went so smoothly that his luck was completely overdrawn.

He doesn't know how to practice medicine, and he can't find medicinal materials in the crouching dragon that is covered by heavy snow. Even if he can, he has no time.The only way to undo the seal of Xiao Xingchen's spiritual power is to let Jindan turn around and adjust for good.

Xue Yang's two fingers with spiritual power were about to touch Xiao Xingchen's alchemy, but they stopped suddenly.

Undoubtedly, if he waited for Xiao Xingchen's fever to subside, then he would be arrested by all the cultivators who heard the news before he even had time to make a wish.But if he asks God first and doesn't understand his spiritual power, then this Taoist priest's head will definitely be burned. In such an extremely cold place, a small cold can kill people; will run away immediately.

Yes, even if he killed himself, he didn't want to stay by his side.

If I let him escape this time, can I still catch him?

In the dark cave, there is only white snow pouring down.The bodies of Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen fit tightly together, as if they were about to grow together, but they couldn't feel each other's warmth through the silence that couldn't be melted by coal fire.

Xue Yang could not wake Xiao Xingchen, and Xiao Xingchen could not extradite Xue Yang.

——"The rivers and mountains in all directions, the lakes and seas in all directions, can accommodate a saint who is as bright and harmonious as a round spirit, and a wicked person who is as cruel as a plague. It is a magnificent momentum that can take over everything;

But when they were combined together, the majestic universe wilted without warning, and became overwhelmed, as if it couldn't bear anything.

Chengmei, I believe you can win whoever you fight with, but do you really find it a lot of fun to fight against the sky? "

Xue Yang took out the antidote of the corpse poison powder from Qiankun's sleeve, put it in his mouth, and then passed the sweet taste that melted into his saliva into Xiao Xingchen's mouth, to get rid of the unsightly purple smell on his face.

He regained his composure.The sweetness soothed his nerves and gave him room to think.

Xue Yang stripped off his outer robe and middle coat, and wrapped them around Xiao Xingchen.

He untied Shuanghua from the sword belt, wrapped the loose coarse cloth around the sword, and placed it gently under the back of Xiao Xingchen's head, so as not to let the cold stone ground hurt him.

He tried the Taoist's body temperature again.The golden core was working again, Xiao Xingchen's face was gradually relaxing, and soon, this face should be full of smiles like it was in Yizhuang.

Xue Yang planted a kiss on Xiao Xingchen's forehead—whether it was long or not, or short or not.

It was so short that the sockets of his eyes became hot for only a moment, but it was so long that he threw the grievance and panic that he showed along the way back to the bottom of the abyss, and came up with a brilliant idea——

He wanted to put a lock on Xiao Xingchen.

Put on a lock.Put the key on your body, the lock must be attractive enough, gorgeous enough to make that stinky Taoist dig his head for the key and find the madman.

Xue Yang stood up, thinking of Song Lan who was left aside.

"It's cheap for you bastard." Xue Yang sneered, walked out of the cave, and put a thin barrier behind his back, isolating the cold and disasters from the cave.

——"Wolongga enters the mountain by a single road, and you keep walking along the road."

Xue Yang dragged his colorful body and walked in the deserted wind and snow, leaving a long strip of red, white and white footprints under his feet.

——"When you arrive at Wolongjia, recite your wish silently, yes, it is the same as you should recite your wish silently when offering sacrifices. In fact, if you are afraid that the gods will be deaf, you can read it aloud. No one will see you make a fool of yourself in that place anyway. "

"I want Xiao Xingchen to recover, exactly the same as before."

"You want the blind man to die... Forget it, just pretend you didn't hear what I said." Xiao Xingchen felt sorry for the blind man, and if the stinky Taoist priest saw the blind man's corpse in the wilderness, he would definitely have a lot of trouble again.

"I can't let him die. If it's convenient, let me live for two more days."

Xue Yang stopped.

He blinked off the snowflakes accumulated on his eyelashes, and raised his lead-filled head.

The ink-stained mountain road came to an end, and at the end of the road was a stone step leading directly to the chaotic clouds.

The black clouds surged and swallowed the whales until they could not see the end, like the throat of a monster, reaching the stomach and stomach. People with big and small thoughts sacrificed their flesh, bones and souls devoutly, and plunged into the abyss of eternal doom, just to achieve own wish.

For prosperity, for killing enemies, and for a happy marriage.They don't know what the price they have to pay, it may be a pair of eyes, a pair of arms, a leg, or even a life, or maybe there is a free lunch in the world.

But no matter what they want to deliver to this so-called mountain god, at least for a moment, they feel that their wish is worth the price.

——"Going to Wolongjia to ask God, there is a rule..."

Xue Yang's face was very ugly, with a ferocious smile, he looked like a ghost in the abyss amidst the wind of blades and the dark snow.

He stood on the spot, let the snow blow the wind, and confronted the endless stone steps with blurred vision, the blazing anger in his heart was about to rush out of his gloomy skin.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down on the snow-covered steps.

——"Knee-walking one level, kowtow"

Xue Yang vomited a mouthful of blood.

Maybe the blood in his body had been frozen by the cold wind, and when the blood fell to the ground, it was blown into icicles before it could evacuate some heat.

He propped up his upper body with his hands, stretched his brittle bones tremblingly, and climbed up another step with his knees against the blue bricks.

The pitch-black dome fell slowly like a blanket, as if it wanted to shield him from the wind and rain, but it seemed like it would never fall down.

He looked back.

There is no bottom.

"If you dare to fail..." Xue Yang turned his head away and slammed his forehead heavily on the uneven ground, "I'll set fire to this unshitty mountain of yours."

The single clothes on his body are like a piece of rice paper, dispensable in such a biting cold wind.

First of all, his hands and feet were still aching from the cold, and when the purple red palms were pressed on the snow, when he exerted force, several bloody holes were silently pulled out of the stiff flesh.

The cold air spread rapidly from the soles of the feet to the palms of his body inch by inch, and the pain in the bone marrow was like thousands of needles being gnawed by thousands of ants. Every step of the knee, it was like being stabbed by a sword, and his kneecap was planed off. , Severing his tendons, like Ling Chi, even better than Ling Chi.

Gradually, his body began to rust and become dull. He crawled slower and slower, and his limbs became more and more uncontrollable. It was a mess from the shock, but it didn't hurt anymore.

Xue Yang once felt that he was omnipotent:

He is Xue Yang, the sword of Jin Guangyao, commanding the corpses, burning, killing and looting, sweeping the world, unrestrained;

He is a little friend, the eyes of Xiao Xingchen, who covers up his negligence carefully, warms his hands by the fire, and enjoys a leisurely mood with ease.

But he is Xue Yang now, he is no longer the boy he used to be, but he is still clumsily imitating every bit of the past, trying to continue to be Xiao Xingchen's eyes that he dug out with his own hands. , I don’t know if it’s for my own whim, or for something else.

Xue Yang dragged his bruised body up in embarrassment, blood remained between his teeth, his body was already severely dehydrated, and he couldn't separate a drop of saliva to clean his mouth full of the smell of iron.

His hands slipped on the icy stone surface, his body center of gravity was unstable, his forehead slanted against the corner of the step, and a pool of blood came out.

He lay on the spot for a long time, and suddenly laughed wildly——

The very pure, Xue Yang's frequent laugh seemed to be related to seeing Song Lan helpless before Bai Xueguan's miserable cry for help, and seeing Xiao Xingchen being tricked into putting on a pair of shoddy clothes that he sewed crudely on. There is no difference in the laughter when the red flower wears the Taoist robe.

It's a pity that in the whimpering mountain snow, the sharp laughter that should have pierced people's hearts changed, and it was like a broken-hearted howl:

"Smelly Taoist priest, go and save your life!"

Do you know?Everyone in this world has their own destiny, and each has its own way before natural and man-made disasters.

If you give them a crutch, they will lean over as if they have no bones, and they will take this kind of salvation as what they deserve, and they will not be grateful. When you need help, even if they only need to gently tug Once, they will only push you away like a plague god.

You are blind, you have lost your friends, and you are feared by those who have been favored by you.There are not many people who are more pitiful than you, but you still go out of your way to find fault!

You idiot, you deserve it!

Look, you saved me, now what have you got?

Thinking of this, Xue Yang stopped laughing.

Two lines of tears washed the frozen and cracked skin, and they were swept into the dark wind and snow.

He is wronged, he is unwilling, he is jealous, and he is afraid.

——"Xue Yang, you are really disgusting."

What will become of these most negative emotions mixed together?

"Xiao Xingchen. You save the common people, love the world, you fly to the flame, and you will never hesitate to die,"

Xue Yang opened his eyes that were blown so badly that he could only distinguish light and shadow, and looked up at the opaque clouds. His braided hair was messed up, blood and tears flowed freely, like a ghost who lost his mind, and he spoke to himself, to himself The world that has never been kind to him, told Xiao Xingchen,

"Why, you just refuse to cross me alone?"

He stepped on the ground, his eyes went dark, and he fell on a vast stone altar.

Xiao Xingchen had a dream.

In the dream, he was not blind, but with his eyes open, he saw Xue Yang holding his ominous saber, slashing at everyone.

The blood gushed in all directions as if the brakes had been opened, soaking the fallen dead man and soaking Xue Yang's boots and trousers. However, when he was only a few feet away from Xiao Xingchen, the car suddenly stopped, and a smooth arc was drawn. The split moves backwards from either side of his feet.

Xue Yang blindfolded his eyes with a blood-stained white silk, his figure was like a flying dragon, his sword was deadly, and his moves were terrifying.

Xiao Xingchen wanted to stop him, but he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to rush forward, but the soles of his feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and he couldn't move a step.

"It kills people like hemp, that's an evil ghost."

An ethereal voice sounded from the pinna.Xiao Xingchen turned his head nonchalantly, standing beside him, oh no, there was a woman floating there.

The woman covered her mouth with a black mist, her body was slender, her feet didn't touch the ground, and her supposedly dignified and elegant black-green robes gave her an evil spirit.She was talking about Xue Yang, but her eyes were fixed on Xiao Xingchen: "Look, he killed so many people."

"Do you want him to stop. You can't move. Would you like me to help you?"

Xiao Xingchen nodded blankly.

The woman frowned, and her sleeves fluttered, revealing Xiao Xingchen's frost.She straightened the tip of her sword and rushed towards Xue Yang who was being slaughtered.

Xiao Xingchen was shocked, and crazily beat the invisible barrier in front of him.

No, no, what are you doing?you stop!

"Why not?" The woman could hear his voice. She turned her head and pointed at Xue Yang with her sword. "You said that he committed all kinds of evil, heinous crimes, and disasters for the common people. Is there something wrong? This kind of person doesn't deserve to die?"

He He……

"What is he?" The woman smiled slightly.

He was... no, no, no!I……

The woman frowned, condescending, as if she hated such a mother-in-law who couldn't tell what she wanted: "Forget it, how can I help you if you don't want to say it."

"Just wake up."

Xiao Xingchen suddenly straightened his upper body.

The blizzard that went mad outside the cave swept everything, howled past, but it seemed very far away.

Xiao Xingchen listened attentively, and suddenly recalled something, as if a scoop of cold water had been poured on his head.

He tried to move his eyelids.

The smooth touch gently rolled over the inside of the eyelids, itching.

One lap, two laps.

He finally opened his eyes trembling.

The purpose of entering was Wumeng Feixue wandering outside the cave, Shuanghua at hand, and Song Lan who was disheveled and dirty.

There is no woman in my dreams.

There was no Xue Yang either.

—Click, the lock is off.