Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

The self in front of him was familiar yet unfamiliar, covered in blood.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't describe the past self in Xue Yang's eyes at that time, he could only feel stabbing pains in his chest, and in the end it seemed that even the tip of the blade was worn out, and it was still being torn fiercely, turning into dull pains.

Xiao Xingchen's body fell down.

Xue Yang stepped forward to plug his wound, only to find that his soul had already been broken, and now there was absolutely no remedy.

Xiao Xingchen's face was as pale as paper, and large swaths of blood dried up on his neck.

Xue Yang's eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his fists, suddenly seemed to go crazy, and started smashing the house.There were bursts of loud noises, and the room was in chaos. What Xiao Xingchen felt was Xue Yang's emotions, which were almost collapsed.

After he smashed everything, he walked slowly to Xiao Xingchen's body and said, "Xiao Xingchen."

"If you don't wake up again, I will tell Song Lan to kill someone." Xiao Xingchen, who was empathizing with him, was breathless when he heard this sentence.And the following sentence, "I will kill all the people in Yizhuang and turn them into living corpses..." Xiao Xingchen wanted to close his eyes and stop listening.But in empathy, he couldn't control his body at all, and then said something like wanting to brutally kill A-Qing.

Even though he said these cruel words, he was extremely helpless in his heart.

It was as if a piece of my heart had been hollowed out abruptly, and it hurt.

Only now did Xiao Xingchen realize that he had never understood Xue Yang in his previous life.

At this moment, Xue Yang suddenly seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly called out "Spirit Locking Bag", then he carried Xiao Xingchen's body on his back, and walked out the door.

Xue Yang's voice lingered in Xiao Xingchen's ears: "By the way, a spirit-locking sac, I need a spirit-locking sac."

If Xiao Xingchen could shed tears at this time, the tears would have already soaked his eye sockets.

It was gray outside the window, and after a while there was thunder.

The rain poured down.

Xue Yang was still searching stubbornly, and there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in his heart.

The rain slid down his face, but he seemed unconscious.

Xiao Xingchen's blood was also washed and flowed onto Xue Yang's body.

In the end, he still found the spirit lock bag.

But it was too late, how could Xue Yang piece together his soul-shattered self to make up for it.

He also discovered this, but as if he didn't give up, he tried again and again, and then failed again and again.

Xiao Xingchen could feel the exhaustion coming from his body, and at the same time, it was in stark contrast to the extreme sobriety in his mind.

His Xiao Xingchen could never wake up again.