little wolf cub

Lin Yu saw the illusion again.

He knew that he was in an illusion, he felt Fu Xuan put himself on the bed, and brushed his forehead hair soaked in cold sweat behind his ears.Enduring the excruciating pain of bone erosion, he tried to open his eyes, but he failed with all his strength.

Until Lin Yu felt a warm and cool soaking into his body, the severe pain all over his body faded away like a tide, the surrounding gradually became quiet, all the tactile sounds seemed to be far away from him, and he could finally breathe slowly.

He couldn't open his eyes, but he could see himself in a dark void.

Lin Yu stood there for a long time, surrounded by a vast expanse, and he was the only one around. He tried to take a step forward, but nothing happened.

He started to walk forward, the darkness surrounded him like a tide, and the surrounding was dead silent.He walked for about two hours before he saw a little light in front of him. He slowly approached the light and found a small white thing curled up on the ground.

He bent down, the little thing moved its ears as if aware of it, and turned to look at him.This glance made Lin Yu stunned suddenly.

He had watched those clear amber eyes for more than 20 years, and they were almost engraved in his blood.

He picked up the little thing that was curled up in a ball on the ground, and the little thing could fit tightly into his arms, exactly the same as when he picked up Fuxuan, who was still a baby, more than 20 years ago.

He held the little boy in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while. The little boy drooped his ears and yawned a little. Lin Yan slightly rolled his eyes.

It was indeed Fu Xuan when he was young.

The smell of milk has not faded.

Lin Yu hugged the little boy Fuxuan back into his arms, rubbed its head, and the little boy Fuxuan raised his head and licked Lin Yu's palm.

This illusion is interesting, Lin Yu thought.

"Evil disciple, do you know what's going on?" He touched the tip of the little boy Fuxuan's ear, which made it tremble.

The little boy Fuxuan didn't seem to hear what he said, or didn't seem to understand what he said at all, it curled up in Lin Yu's arms, closed its eyes and fell into a light sleep.

Lin Yu shook his head with a broken smile, why would he ask a phantom?Really dizzy.

He hugged the little boy Fuxuan, and just took a step forward, the little boy in his arms suddenly turned into ashes, and scattered from his arms into the dark nothingness.

Lin Yu's steps froze immediately, he looked at his empty arms for a moment, his expression was full of bewilderment and bewilderment.

It was as if a piece of my heart was missing.

But that was just an illusion, I knew it all along, didn't I?Lin Yu frowned.

He endured the faint discomfort in his heart, collected himself, and continued to walk forward.

The world seemed endless, Lin Yu walked forward aimlessly, he walked for more than an hour before he saw the faint light again.

He stopped, not far in front of him, a child about three years old was sitting on the ground, playing with a golden bell in his hand.The golden bell rang crisply, but the world on this side seemed empty and far away.

The child seemed to have sensed Lin Yu approaching, he turned his head, a pair of light amber eyes bent into two crescent moons, he smiled, a sweet dimple appeared on his left cheek, like a pink carved jade with sugar stuffed doll.

"Master." He called out sweetly.

The boy Fuxuan stood up from the ground, he hugged Lin Yu's leg, looked up at the unexpected Lin Yu.

"Master, why are you ignoring me?"

"... Fuxuan?"

Hearing the words, Tong Fuxuan looked at Lin Yu in confusion, and he asked in confusion, "Didn't Master always call me Xin Bai? Why did he suddenly call me to rectify my name?"

Lin Yu looked at Tong Fuxuan for a long time before reaching out and stroking his head.

"Hold... sorry, I called the wrong one."

The extremely coaxable child Fuxuan bent his eyes, he looked at Fuxuan with bright eyes, and said in a waxy voice: "Master, hug."

Lin Yu bent down and slowly picked up the child Fuxuan.

"Master, why do you seem unhappy?" Tong Fuxuan asked with his arms around Lin Yu's neck.

Lin Yu shook his head, he held the soft child Fuxuan in his arms tightly, and after a while, he slowly took a step forward.

The child Fuxuan who was smiling sweetly in his arms just now turned into ashes, and scattered from his arms into the darkness.

Lin Yu froze on the spot, he reached out his hand to grab the scattered ashes, but when he spread his hand, there was nothingness in his hand.

Lin Yu stood quietly for a long time, he settled his already somewhat chaotic mind, and then continued to walk forward after he calmed down.

Only this time the pace was much slower.

But no matter how slow he was, after more than half an hour, he saw the slightest bright color ahead for the third time.

Standing in front of him was the young man Fuxuan, dressed in the official uniform of Ling Shuangfeng's first disciple, with the Chengyang sword neatly placed on his waist, his figure like a sapling had grown to his waist.

"Master!" The young man Fuxuan trotted up to Lin Yu, and threw himself into Lin Yu's arms.

He said as if asking for credit: "I swung my sword [-] times today, and I didn't miss or make a mistake once. Now Chengyang swordsmanship has achieved a small degree, and the realm has also stabilized."

"Master, shouldn't you praise me?" His eyes were bright, and he only looked at Lin Yu steadfastly.

Lin Yu looked deeply at the young man Fuxuan, he was too familiar with this scene.Every time Fuxuan practiced successfully or did something else, he would run to his side, look at him with bright eyes, entangled for a long time, just wanting a verbal compliment.

"Good job." Like more than ten years ago, Lin Yu said slowly.

After receiving his favorite compliment, the young man Fuxuan laughed contentedly.He took Lin Yu's hand and wanted to take Lin Yu forward.

The next moment, the young man Fuxuan stopped, because Lin Yu was standing there motionless, as if he had some scruples that made him dare not go any further.

He can't pull it.

"Master?" The young Fuxuan looked at Lin Yu suspiciously, "Why don't you leave?"

"I..." Lin Yu said with a dry voice, he looked at the young man Fuxuan who wanted to lead him forward, and then looked at the distance still immersed in the darkness.

The young Fuxuan's hand was a bit small, but there were calluses on it from years of wielding swords. Lin Yu held the young Fuxuan's hand. In the boundless darkness, the warm temperature seemed to sink straight into Lin Yu's palm. to his heart.

Lin Yu tightened the young Fuxuan's hand, Er, he loosened his tense eyebrows and said, "Let's go."

A small dimple appeared on the left cheek of the young Fuxuan, he held Lin Yu by the hand, and Lin Yu followed him, taking a slow step forward.

His palm suddenly became empty, and Lin Yu saw that the young man Fuxuan walking in front of him was just like before, and turned into ashes in an instant.

For some reason, an indescribable sourness and panic suddenly appeared in Lin Yu's heart. He looked at his palm in a daze, and then looked at the seemingly endless front.

After a long time, he let out a deep breath, let's go, he said to himself.

This time he only walked for a quarter of an hour, and that familiar bright color appeared in front of his eyes.

The young man's brows were like knives, his thin lips were smiling, his eyes were as clear as light, and he was dressed in white clothes. He was standing not far from Lin Yu, Looking up at Lin Yu.

"Master." He said softly.

Lin Yu looked at the young man Fuxuan, and slowly stopped in his tracks.

"I've been waiting for a long time." The young man Fu Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He walked towards Lin Yu, took Lin Yu's cold hand, frowned slightly, and said, "Why is it so cold?"

The young man Fuxuan looked at Lin Yu's slightly flimsy robes, and said helplessly, "Although I know that Master's body is warm and cool, it is related to the cultivation of mind, but I often feel that Master is cold."

He rubbed the back of Lin Yu's hand, "I always want to put a warm cloak on Master, so that Master may not be cold."

The young man Fuxuan lowered his eyes, and felt a little sad at the end of the adjustment: "But Master's hands are still so cold."

The gentle caress contained too much tenderness and strangeness, Lin Yu felt the warm palm of the young man Fu Xuan, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"Why doesn't Master speak?" The young man Fuxuan looked at Lin Yu who was still silent, and asked.

Lin Yu didn't seem to hear the young man Fuxuan's whispering, he let the young man Fuxuan hold his hand, silent without saying a word.

"Did Master guess who will be next?" The young man Fuxuan took Lin Yu's expression into his eyes, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, but there was a dark color in his eyes.

Lin Yu trembled his eyelashes.

"Master, it's not in your character to run away." The young man Fuxuan said, he walked behind Lin Yu, and put his hand on Lin Yu's shoulder lightly.

Er, he pushed Lin Yu forward violently, and his figure quickly turned into ashes behind Lin Yu.

"Master." He finally said, "Don't make me wait too long."