Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

From such a distance, Xiao Xingchen clearly saw the shocking blood stain.

He had never seen Xue Yang in such a state of embarrassment, and he didn't know which stage of time this kind of him corresponded to.

Even when he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be moved when he saw this.

Xiao Xingchen walked forward quickly, but later felt that walking was too slow, and even started to run.

He has always been the Taoist leader of Qingfengmingyue, why has he ever been like this?

Tears couldn't help but slipped from his pupils, across his jade-white face.

He saw that the person in front of him was missing an arm as if he had been chopped off by some sharp weapon. The wound had almost dried up, but the blood hadn't stopped completely.

Xue Yang's left arm was scattered aside, Xiao Xingchen took a deep breath, almost unable to watch this scene.

In his life of fighting demons and evils, he has seen many bloody scenes, but the scene of Xue Yang dying in front of him made him feel breathless.

I remember when I was chasing him, I thought that even if he couldn't get rid of a person like Xue Yang who was doing evil everywhere, he would definitely be got rid of by others.

But seeing such a scene now, I wish I could bear the pain for him, how ironic it is to think about it.

Xiao Xingchen didn't care about his white clothes, walked up to him and knelt down on one knee.

It was only after getting closer that Xue Yang hadn't stopped breathing, and his eyes were not completely closed, and there was a strange brilliance in them.

"Dao...chang..." came a weak and hoarse voice.

Xiao Xingchen grabbed his remaining right hand, pressed it against his cheek, and said, "I'm here."

Because of the injury, Xue Yang's voice was as hoarse as if it had been sandpapered.

"I'm really going to die, I can see your figure." It's still the way you were when you were not blind.

Xiao Xingchen didn't answer, warm tears slid down Xue Yang's palm.

Xue Yang paused, as if mocking himself: "The Taoist priest...why would you cry for me? Sure enough, all of this is my wishful thinking."

Obviously, I am disgusted with myself to the point of breaking my soul, even if I die, I don't want to see myself again.

Having said these words seemed to exhaust all his strength, Xiao Xingchen wanted to hold him in his arms, but he was afraid of exacerbating his injury.

Suddenly Xue Yang seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly became excited. He turned his head to look at the position of his left arm, and moved there with difficulty, as if to reach it.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't see him like this, so he said a few words of comfort, and took his arm back for him.

Xue Yang stared straight at the left arm in his arms, his eyes were a little scary.

"I lost... something very important."

Xiao Xingchen was puzzled, but watched Xue Yang use his right hand to open his fist little by little, but it seemed that the clenched fist was too tight, and he couldn't let go no matter what.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward to help, even though it was hard to let go of his right fist.

But from between the fingers, he could already slightly see the appearance of the things in his palm.

It was a small hard object, its original color could no longer be seen, and it was even a little broken.

But Xiao Xingchen knew exactly what it was.

That was...the last piece of candy I gave Xue Yang.