【Xue Xiao】Charcoal incense

He didn't expect Xiao Xingchen to let go of everything and forgive himself. How could such a straight person who would break at a snap wipe off the hundreds of layers of blood stains on his hands?Xue Yang is still perfecting the tiger talisman and drawing the talisman for Jin Guangyao, but he no longer smashes stalls for nothing, and no new corpses have been added to the corpse refinery. Although he still can't learn to pay the bills properly, he is just ordinary To the extent that a dandy can do it, occasionally he will go to a teahouse to listen to a scholar's storytelling like today, and leave some money, as Jin Guangyao said a long time ago, to be a normal guest a few times.

Just like a well-behaved child who occasionally makes a mistake and will be reprimanded on weekdays, a doll who is used to being obedient occasionally has to go to his parents to ask for rewards.

"Taoist...Xiao Xingchen,"

For three years, Xue Yang had accumulated all the strength to be mischievous and revengeful. In order to get a compliment from Xiao Xingchen, he didn't learn anything else, only learned to tell the truth through hard work.

"I miss you."

It's not cynicism, it's not sarcasm, it's not Xiao Xingchen's deliberate guesswork, it's a heart-pounding truth.

As soon as he dug it, he dug into the deepest part of Xiao Xingchen's heart, washed away the old wounds accumulated three years ago, and let them flow back to the clear autumn that was exactly the same as before.

He forced him to surrender.

Xiao Xingchen was betrayed by Xue Yang, and Xue Yang wanted to come to help Xiao Xingchen again; Give him a dilapidated world to save; Xue Yang forced Xiao Xingchen to dig out his eyes, but he also wanted to give him a clear light after Xiao Xingchen got used to the darkness, as if to make him see clearly that his hands had already How dirty it is to be stained by yourself.

The charcoal is black. Warm up after an open fire. Looking at the fire is bright, but the inside is black after all-but there are always cowardly people who can't stand the long winter nights and want to reach out to warm them.

Xiao Xingchen should love Xiaoyou, that person is his only light in three years; Xiao Xingchen should hate Xue Yang, that person is the darkness that can never be erased in his life.

Xiao Xingchen should hate Xiaoyou because he is Xue Yang; Xiao Xingchen should forgive Xue Yang because he is Xiaoyou.

Why in the end, he couldn't even hate without hesitation?

It's fun to say, he seems to have started this ridiculous joke.In just three years, Xiao Xingchen gradually understood one thing. On the stage set up by Xue Yang, he was the one who held the dominance. , or maybe even longer, but one thing is beyond doubt——

At this point, Xiao Xingchen didn't ask for anything, he just wanted to be selfish for a while, and to seek spiritual peace.In this life, I was doomed to fight endlessly with him.

Alright, then I am willing, since the Lanling Jin Sect can't accept you, I will do it.

"The villain, Xue Yang, will never give up on his evil, and will not change after repeated admonitions. From now on, I will guard him and never leave him."

Xue Yang smelled the fruitful fruits in his bosom in the lingering sense of autumn that he had not seen for a long time.

——If he calms down and thinks more, he won't be so confused, because the master has taught everything.

"Master, have you ever beheaded a wicked person?"

"Xingchen told Master, what is a villain?"

"As the book says, murderous, sadistic, very scary."

"That's it, of course he was killed."

"What about the good guy?"

"Xingchen told Master, what does it mean to be a good person?"

"Like Master!"

Baoshan Sanren covered his lips with a smile, shook his head, refused to answer, and continued to wipe the rusty sword in his hand.

"Hmm... Then Master, is there any villain you can't kill?"

"some."

"Master's cultivation base is so high, can he still meet an indistinguishable opponent?"

Baoshan Sanren stopped what he was doing, held up the broken sword in his hand for Xiao Xingchen to see, then pointed at the shining silver frost on the Qianren wall of the hidden sword pavilion, and said in a melodious voice, "Xingchen, if you tell me to kill Evil man, do you use Shuanghua, or this rusty blade in Master's hand?"

Xiao Xingchen blinked brightly, looked at the fairy sword he had admired for a long time and blurted out: "Of course I use the Shuanghua sword!"

"But Master wants to kill that villain, in fact, he doesn't even need this rusty iron handle."

——Erasure my feelings from our ignorant world, and we will never owe each other. That is a sinister giant anaconda, strangles you and me, strangles our bones and blood, and will never be separated again , until death.

Xiao Xingchen has a lock.

Xue Yang happened to have a key.

It was difficult to distinguish the three autumns of that year, and the locust leaves of Lanling City, which was extremely extravagant, were flying, and everything that could be seen was like gold.

The playful young man looped a piece of silk into a circle, entangled himself and the Taoist in white. The Taoist took the silk and pulled it hard, sinking into the flesh, until he was about to bleed. .

The lock was opened, the key was lost, the shackles fell off, but the two of them could never run away again.

End.