Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

Xue Yang stole his purse, but found that he couldn't get around the forest, and everything around him seemed natural and strange.

He wanted to go back to the ancestral temple but was worried that Xiao Xingchen would stay there and catch him when the time came, but he didn't know how he would be treated.

However, after such a long time, he should have left long ago.For some reason, the image of Xiao Xingchen's bloody white clothes suddenly appeared in Xue Yang's mind, and his heart throbbed violently.

What's going on here?Xue Yang pressed his chest tightly, really wanting to go back and take another look at his injuries.

Xue Yang approached the ancestral hall lightly, and tiptoed to look into the house from the window.

The man in the white Taoist robe was really still there. His wound was not treated at all, and a lot of blood flowed out sticky, which had solidified on the white shirt, which was extremely dazzling.

Xue Yang's breathing was stagnant, this idiot... then suddenly realized that those injuries were caused by himself, and felt sore and inexplicably sad.

Xiao Xingchen had been traveling so hard recently that he had almost no time to rest, and because of excessive blood loss and overthinking, he fell into a coma after collapsing.

Xue Yang is a soul body, so he can't leave this place for more than an acre, so naturally he can't get out of this forest.

Xiao Xingchen didn't want to go to him, but he was afraid that chasing him would make him more anxious.

When he woke up again, he felt the coolness on his forehead, opened his eyes in astonishment, and found that the boy he had been thinking about was standing in front of him, wiping his face with stream water.

Seeing him wake up, Xue Yang quickly ran away and hid in a corner.

Xiao Xingchen stood up with some difficulty: "A Yang..." His voice was hoarse.

Xue Yang was stunned for a few seconds, and found that there was no sign of him chasing and hurting him. After a while, he realized that "A Yang" was calling him.

"Are you calling me?"

Xiao Xingchen nodded, he covered his abdomen, only to find that his wound had been simply bandaged and wrapped with a cloth strip.

"Ayang...can you come here..."

Xue Yang grabbed the hem of his clothes tangledly: "Why do you know me?"

Xiao Xingchen paused, suddenly didn't know how to answer, so he could only say: "I...will not hurt you."

Xue Yang curled his lips, but suddenly met Xiao Xingchen's eyes when he turned his head.

Those were a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, hiding deep tenderness, but also darkly filled with sadness.

Xue Yang lost his mind.

When he realized it again, he was embraced by a warm embrace. Xue Yang cursed insidiously, and was about to struggle, but suddenly heard Xiao Xingchen whisper in his ear: "I'm sorry..." Xue Yang froze.

A very light sentence, but Xiao Xingchen repeated many times, those powerlessness, those pains, those sorrows.

He himself didn't know why he was apologizing...

Because of the pain he suffered from Xue Yang's injury?Why can't protect him?Powerless because of destiny?

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The wind blew past, the yellow leaves were blown, fell, and drifted to an unknown distance.