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Didn't sleep well that night.

Chu Yuan was not yet asleep, but heard a small noise outside, which was quiet but disturbing.

Then he heard the door open next door.

Is something going in?Or is the time book out?Chu Yuan is more inclined to the latter.

He got up and put on a robe, and opened the door to check. Shi Jian had already seen him, and pointed him outside.

Outside is the street.

This is already an empty city, there are no residents, and the army's garrison will go further, so why are there people making noise on the street at this moment?

Could it be that the barbarian's team went around?

Shi Jian didn't know when it stuck to Chu Yuan's side: "This breath is wrong, it doesn't look human."

Chu Yuan was inexplicably relieved when he heard this.

Wait, ghosts aren't that good, are they?

The two of them thought of something at the same time, looked at each other, and said in unison: "Hundred ghosts at night on the Ghost Festival?"

Chuyuan was secretly happy in his heart, and the two partners finally had a tacit understanding.

There was a tacit understanding, the two looked out from the window, and the direction of the main street was blocked by several cottages, so the two had to go downstairs to investigate.As for these undead, it’s not that they are afraid that they won’t be able to beat them. The concept shared by both humans and gods is that the dead are the greatest. Only the underworld can have the right to deal with ghosts, a species that exists between the six worlds and the inside and outside. All ghost kings.

The two of them didn't dare to move, they just went to see the situation, and if there was any problem, they would inform the underworld, after all, it's not a problem for ghosts to float outside for a long time.

The two of them hid in the shadow of the alley, watching the large group of ghosts drifting by in neat rows on the main road.Chuyuan and Shijian each blocked their breath, but they were still cautious.These ghosts were all in military uniforms, ordinary corporals, only the leader seemed to have a slightly higher status.

I don't know if it's because there are too many of them or what, but Chu Yuan always feels that the places they pass by are chilly.Even Shijian noticed this abnormality, and reminded Chuyuan aloud: "This is not right, if the situation arises, leave quickly."

Before Chu Yuan realized what was wrong, the team in front of him suddenly stopped.The translucent spirit body faced forward without any reaction, and the cold air radiating from its body covered the ground with a layer of ice.

He shivered, and forced a sneeze back - God knows why they stopped suddenly, maybe he heard himself talking too loudly.

He still had time to daze at this moment, wondering if these ghosts could hear the voice.

"Don't be dazed, let's go! We have been discovered." Shi Jian suddenly reminded in a low voice, dragged Chu Yuan and flew up in one step.Chu Yuan didn't react, he pulled his arm tightly, and looked back, wanting to see if something was chasing him, but as soon as he turned his head, a translucent face full of blood was stuck in front of him.

Heck!

Chu Yuan subconsciously pointed and pointed, and swept over with a wave of his hand.But the ominous ghost disappeared in front of him all of a sudden, and instead walked around to Shi Jian's side.Shi Jian couldn't dodge in time, the evil ghost raised the huge ax in his hand, and slashed at it——

Both of them are in mid-air, even if they are extremely powerful, they are not as light as an unfettered spirit body.Shijian couldn't escape at all, and was chopped off!

"Shijian!" Chu Yuan hugged Shijian who had fainted immediately, held him in his arms, adjusted his figure and prepared to avoid the second attack, but when he looked back, the ghost didn't know whether it was injured or not. What, it's gone.Chu Yuan couldn't care less, stepped on the roof, and went all the way back to the room where Shi Jian lived.

Why can't spells hurt these ghosts?How could the ghost hurt Shijian?Chu Yuan grabbed his hand, and it was cold when he touched it.It is humanitarianism for people to say that the dead are great, but what about God?Is that shit again?

Chu Yuan thumped the bed board angrily.

He himself didn't realize his sudden impatience.He pushed Shi Jian lying on the bed to the inside, sat on the vacant edge, felt the weak pulse on Shi Jian's wrist, and gave him spiritual power.

He was once again angry at himself for not learning and ignoring, he didn't know what else to do except lose spiritual power.If you don't move that hand rashly, you will hurt yourself.It doesn't matter if he gets hurt, Shi Jian can protect him; in other words, Chu Yuan doesn't think he can protect him well.

All I can do is sit here and worry about it helplessly.

It seemed that Shi Jian was seriously injured, the ax didn't cause any trauma to him, but the heavy resentment enveloped him.The blood on his face had completely faded. If it weren't for the cold sweat streaming down from his temples, Chu Yuan almost thought he was dead.

Oh, by the way, gods can't die, except to be forgotten.

Relying on the guilt in his heart this time, Chu Yuan swore secretly that as long as he was remembered for a day, he would definitely remember that Shijian was indebted by him for such a huge debt.

Oh no, then why are you wasting your spiritual energy here?

Shi Jianpiao was in a mess of dreams. For a while, he dreamed that he was a child grazing, and for a while, he was a peasant woman singing and working with other women in the field, or teaching her naughty son a lesson. Father Yan, dragging his big yellow dog all the way, chased this kid across the entire village.

He looked down at his rough but powerful hands, and heard the voice of the child in front of him panting, but still alive: "Father! Can't you run away? Come and chase me!"

"You boy!"

Shi Jian couldn't distinguish his own existence all of a sudden, these things like memories poured on his soul like a dye vat.He raised his legs and chased after him, and shouted out in a fit of anger: "You boy! Stop for me!"

whose voice is this?

Is it your own?

There is a golden wheat field beside you, which looks like the sea when the wind blows, and it is pushed away layer by layer, as if you can smell the natural fragrance of wheat and earth.

He and his "son" were chasing on the field ridge, and the boy suddenly disappeared into the wheat field, and he also followed, trying to find the shaky escape route in the vast golden field.

As a result, he just threw himself into the wheat field and saw everything.

The rattle was blowing, the surroundings were red, the fragments of firecrackers were stepped on under his feet, candies and melon seeds and peanuts were flying in the air, he was dressed in red, looking at the woman wearing a hijab who should be the most beautiful woman in the world, kneeling on both sides In front of the high hall.

The master of ceremonies shouted: "One bow - heaven and earth -"

Something in my heart wants to jump out, what is it, joy?happiness?Or the world?

Looking up, he turned into that woman again, leaning against the door frame, and wiped tears of pear blossoms at her husband who was about to go far away with his luggage on his back: "Brother, the mountains are high and the water is far away. Now, when you die, I will die with you too. Without you, what is the meaning of my life!"

A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he still turned his back and secretly rubbed the back of his hand. He strode back and gave the woman a dry and warm hug.

As soon as I touch the point, I'm afraid that no matter how much I miss it, I won't be able to leave.Shi Jian's heart was full of longing, and he had already started to think after he took a look.He tried to stretch out his hand, but he couldn't catch the man's shadow.

Women look forward to Lang's return day by day, from day to night, from willow branches on the moon to the sunset of the galaxy.She washed her face from tears to dare not touch this topic again.When Shi Jian had enough sadness, the tears in his eyes had evaporated into indistinct mist.

Get red, get red, get red.Blood flowed from the top of his head, blurring his vision.Shi Jian slashed and killed the enemy in front of him according to his own destiny, but he failed to guard against the feather arrows that kept flying and pierced directly into his heart.

The consciousness before he died made him want to take out the dirty handkerchief in his arms but he didn't want to throw it away, so he could only close his eyes and say to himself in his heart: "Mother, my son is not filial, I can't go back this time. ..."

He heard far away, or not far away, their general was dying, with a rain of arrows on his head, shouting tragically and solemnly: "Our Great Wei! Never shrink back—"

Then each sleeps forever.

Shi Jian let out a long breath in the void, but he didn't spit out all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in his heart that had become a barrier lake as he wished.

He was a little sober until now, those were not him, he was not those people.Through a gap, let him peek into the hearts of others.

He seemed to hear a voice: "Do you understand?"

what?

know what?

Shi Jian only felt a splitting headache, but the feeling of swelling in his heart was even more difficult for him to let go.

Until tears rolled down his eyes.

Although Chu Yuan didn't do anything after realizing that sending spiritual power to Shijian was a complete waste, he still guarded Shijian in his room all night without closing his eyes. So important.From time to time, he wiped off his cold sweat with a clean veil to maintain his dignified demeanor as a great god, but he wiped away all the tears.

Then I realized that he was crying.

Chu Yuan was suddenly puzzled, would God cry?

Chu Yuan discovered that his soul was damaged, but he didn't know what to do.He didn't know whether Shi Jian was trapped or he was repairing his soul, it was not a good job, otherwise why would he be crying so miserably.

Shi Jian seemed to sense someone beside him, moved uneasily, then grabbed Chu Yuan's hand, and hugged him.

Chu Yuan froze all over.What is this person doing?

Really crying so badly, with tears and snot in fistfuls, Chu Yuan didn't know what to do with his hands up, and finally decided to shake the towel, adjust the posture of the two of them, and let him lie on his lap.

Then give him a smooth hair.

Suddenly a weird feeling came into his heart, it was just fine like that.

This guy won't argue with him, he won't choke himself, he's just so pretty and obedient, like a cat raised by a rich family.

Elegant, beautiful and obedient.

He was amused by his own thoughts, so he stared at the side face with a smile in his eyes, and lowered his head to kiss his temple.

Miraculously, the whimpering cat fell silent.