Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

Taking advantage of the opportunity of being alone, Xiao Xingchen tested it with a gossip disk, and found that there were no wandering spirits or resentment around.

Strange to say, the locations of Xue Yang's scattered souls are somewhat elusive. They may appear normal on the surface, but the feeling of going around is definitely not that simple.

This secretly confirmed his own second conjecture, that Xue Yang had been stuck in memories and couldn't extricate himself, and hadn't come to his senses.A-Qing was just an illusion he saw that he thought was real.

But he was afraid that in his eyes, he was also that Xiao Xingchen, not the current self.

Thinking of this, the Taoist in white couldn't help showing a bit of bitterness on his face, but he secretly warned himself not to think about these things, the most important thing is to gather souls for Xue Yang.

The next day, Xiao Xingchen found an opportunity and asked, "A Yang, if I am no longer the original me, what will you do?"

Xue Yang shook his head, and was a little suspicious by his unreasonable words, but his face remained calm: "Daoist, what are you talking about, what do you mean that you are no longer the original you?" ?”

Even though there was a small voice in his heart saying, no matter what, he was Xiao Xingchen, his own... property.

As soon as this idea popped up, Xue Yang felt a little bad. Since when did he care about him so much, and why did he want to live with him like this.

Xiao Xingchen thought for a while, and was about to speak: "Ayang, are you willing to come with me? No matter the ups and downs ahead, no matter the wind and rain, I will protect you. I just want to enjoy it with you."

Xue Yang coughed twice, listening to these words, why do they sound like this Taoist priest's courtship words?

Xue Yang was a little happy, thinking that he was more generous than usual in holding hands with him before he said it, and thought that the relationship had been confirmed in private, but he didn't expect him to say it so openly.What he said just now that he has become less like himself is really sour.Xue Yang's fair cheeks were slightly hot... Tsk, why did he start to feel a little shy.

Really...

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xiao Xingchen thought he didn't hear clearly, and repeated it again, with hesitation in his voice: "A Yang, would you like to come with me?"

He had already made a plan in his heart, and it would be understandable if he didn't want to, but Xue Yang might as well sneak a kiss on the lips.

"I'm willing," he said, "but it's hard to hear the Taoist priest's words of courtship...even though he didn't directly say that he likes it." The voice of the last sentence was a little low, as if it was muttered.

Before Xiao Xingchen could react, he felt a chill in front of him, and the wind picked up.He hastened to take off his white silk, but only saw the last scene of Xue Yang's soul disappearing.

The soul-gathering lamp swayed slightly...

Xiao Xingchen was a little at a loss, not knowing what kind of expression he should show at this time, did he agree to follow him so easily?He thought about what Xue Yang said before he left, and couldn't help laughing.

He said in the cool wind: "I like..."

In fact, there is more to this feeling than just the word "like" that can be tolerated?