Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

Xiao Xingchen felt very uncomfortable, this feeling was given to him by Xue Yang, the feeling was too strong.

Even to the point of confusion and madness.

In empathy, time passes much faster than in reality.

Xue Yang cleaned up Xiao Xingchen's body, wiped off the blood on his face, and put on a new white silk.

If his face was not too pale, people would mistakenly think that he was asleep in the coffin.

Xiao Xingchen discovered that Xue Yang would talk to his own corpse, as if they were chatting about something common, but he could clearly feel Xue Yang's throat was choked in some words, so he didn't say anything.

He rummaged through all kinds of ancient scrolls, reading books full of strange symbols day and night, most of which were researches on formations.

Xiao Xingchen knew that he wanted to save himself.

Although he never knew, after his death, Xue Yang would be in such a state.

That night, Xue Yang was really exhausted. He lay down on the table with his eyes closed and fell asleep.

At this moment, Xiao Xingchen felt a suction force in the mental space, followed by a strong headache.

Xiao Xingchen found that his body could move, and he broke away from the state of empathy.

It seems that before is all that Xue Yang has experienced.

The person in front of him was still sleeping soundly, Xiao Xingchen wanted to do something, but suddenly found his face wet.

He reached out and touched his cheek, and found that it was his own tears.

Xiao Xingchen took a few deep breaths, unable to break away from his empathy with Xue Yang for a while.

Emotional fluctuations are too obvious to calm down.

When he raised his head again, he bumped into a pair of black pupils, which concealed infinite nostalgia.

At some point, Xue Yang woke up.

Then he bit his lower lip, smiled self-deprecatingly, turned away, and said to himself: "I thought I woke up from a dream, why did I have another dream."

This is... thinking of himself as the person in his dream?

Xiao Xingchen struggled in his heart and said, "A Yang, I'm real, you're already awake."

The nightmare is over.

You are already awake.