【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Wei Wuxian is fond of wine, but Lan Wangji gets drunk after just one drink, so he can't accompany him easily, and Xiao Xingchen doesn't drink at all. Drinking alone is always boring. Wei Wuxian half-reluctantly handed Xue Yang a drink. wine glass.

"Little rascal, do you drink alcohol?"

Xue Yang has a real body, thinking of going with Xiao Xingchen in the future, and accompanying him to do what he wants to do, he is in a good mood, takes the cup and drank it down in one gulp, after three cups of wine, the two people who drank with each other became acquainted .

Wei Wuxian's dislike of Xue Yang at the beginning was mainly because Xue Yang harmed Daoist Song and Xiao Xingchen. Now that both of them have recovered their lives, Xiao Xingchen seems to be almost disregarding the previous suspicions. He doesn't dislike Xue Yang so much, and He had seen how Xue Yang cherished the spirit lock bag containing Xiao Xingchen's remnant soul, and even saw the candy Xue Yang held in his hand when he was dying.

Now that Xue Yang is dead, turning into a ghost, there is a tendency for the prodigal son to turn around and put down his butcher knife. Wei Wuxian can see the reason for this clearly.Now that the cooperation is imminent, he is too lazy to mention any unpleasant past for the time being. He is only happy for Xiao Xingchen's rebirth. He drinks one cup after another with Xue Yang. Drinking tea, Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang's half of the table became more and more lively.

Xue Yang has admired Wei Wuxian's talent in the ghost way for a long time. At this time, he had to ask for advice while drinking and talking. With Xiao Xingchen by his side, he only asked about some interesting but harmless ghost way skills. He is generous and answers all questions.The ghost way skills are regarded as contemptible by the immortals, but in fact, after Wei Wuxian's exploration and transformation, he has created many practical skills that do not violate the righteous way. However, people's prejudice is hard to get rid of, and it is rare to encounter them in normal times. Someone had an in-depth discussion with him, and now that Xue Yang was with him, Wei Wuxian finally had a good time talking.

Xue Yang, who deliberately restrained his killing tendencies, did not appear to be so vile and extreme, but he looked down on the hypocrisy and rigidity of the hundred schools of immortality, did not like to be restrained by rules, and advocated happy enmity. In this regard, he and Wei Wuxian hit it off. The energy is getting stronger, and the wine is going to be pot after pot.

Xiao Xingchen reminded him when he had drunk more than a dozen pots of wine, "Xue Yang, don't drink too much, you have to deal with backlash in the middle of the night, in case you get drunk..."

"Backlash?" Wei Wuxian asked loudly, "What backlash? Resentment backlash, or resentment spirit backlash."

Xiao Xingchen said: "There are both, so, Mr. Wei, it's better not to call him..."

"Speaking of this, I'm curious," Wei Wuxian was already a little drunk, and interrupted Xiao Xingchen frequently regardless of etiquette, "It's unreasonable to suffer backlash every day and not be affected for two years, little rascal. What's going on?"

Two red clouds appeared on Xue Yang's face from the alcohol, and he said triumphantly, "Because I have the Qingfeng swordsmanship taught to me by the Taoist master!"

"What? Qingfeng swordsmanship?" Wei Wuxian pondered for a moment with his dizzy brain, and said, "I've only heard of Qingxinyin, but I haven't heard that swordsmanship can protect the heart."

Xue Yang laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "Of course you haven't heard of it. It was created by the Taoist priest and taught it to me. Only me and the Taoist priest will meet in this world!"

Wei Wuxian wondered, "Little uncle, what magical sword technique? Teach me? Maybe I can use it too..."

"You have a good idea," Xue Yang threw a few peanuts at Wei Wuxian, "The Taoist priest promised not to teach others, right?"

Seeking proof, Xue Yang leaned over and bumped Xiao Xingchen's shoulder.

Xiao Xingchen froze at the moment, neither nodded nor shook his head.But because he was afraid of something, Xue Yang said to Wei Wuxian again: "It is impossible to teach you the mind, but you can listen to the names of the sixteen moves. The Taoist priest connected the sixteen moves into a poem. , it sounds very tight."

Wei Wuxian said, "Let's hear it?"

Xue Yang tapped the wine glass with a chopstick, and was about to speak out the sword formula he knew so well: "The breeze comes from the south..."

"Xue Yang, you're drunk!" Xiao Xingchen nervously snatched the chopsticks from his hand, and said to Lan Wangji, "Hanguang-Jun, I think Mr. Wei is a little drunk too, you...don't need to persuade him to stop drinking. Would you like a drink?"

Lan Wangji quietly glanced at Wei Wuxian, and said to Xiao Xingchen, "It's okay, he's happy."

He nodded slightly again: "Excuse me."

"..."

It seems that Lan Wangji can't be counted on to stop these two drunks.It is rumored that Hanguang-jun loves to be quiet the most, but in front of Wei Wuxian, it is obviously very different from the rumors.

Xue Yang and Wei Wuxian next to each other laughed together for some unknown reason, and when they had finished laughing, Xue Yang brought his hands to his mouth: "The Taoist priest won't let me read that poem, I will read it to you quietly some other day. "

It seemed to be whispering, but the voice was not low enough that the three people at the same table could hear clearly.

Wei WuXian slapped the table and laughed loudly: "Little Overlord of Kuizhou? So obedient now? Hahaha...Lan Zhan, look—"

While chatting and laughing, Wei Wuxian fell on Lan Wangji's shoulder from time to time. Lan Wangji remained expressionless and stood upright. Hold out a hand gently.

Xiao Xingchen lowered his eyes and lowered his head to drink tea. Xue Yang looked at the person opposite with a somewhat envious expression. He rested his drowsy head on the table with his hands, and stared at Xiao Xingchen with drunken eyes.

When Xue Yang was expressionless, the dark eyes under his thick eyebrows naturally carried a daunting attack power, as if he was cold-eyed and ruthless towards the whole world; but when he smiled, his eyes shone brightly, revealing his canine teeth, showing a bit of childishness, He turned into a chic naughty boy who played happily in the world again, and the two completely different temperaments blended together to form a unique charm of a romantic boy.

After drinking a few pots of wine, Xue Yang's nose was straight, and his lips were rosy, like a red flower tempting to pick. Xiao Xingchen panicked under his half-smile gaze. Fortunately, Lan Wangji finally expressed his intention to take Wei Wu Xian went back to rest, got up and went to the store to ask for a room.

Both of them were too drunk to walk, and Xiao Xingchen was worried about letting Xue Yang sleep alone in the wilderness again. He and Lan Wangji each dragged a drunk person back to their room.

Halfway through the walk, Xiao Xingchen suddenly blushed as he looked at the intimate backs of the two in front of him—it was not wrong for the two men to spend the night in the same room, but because the two in front of them were Taoist couples, they lived together. The matter of staying overnight seemed a bit subtle and ambiguous.

If the relationship between him and Xue Yang was completely innocent, he could have a clear conscience, but today, Xue Yang's thoughts are clearly revealed, and Xiao Xingchen can't be frank and upright when he asks himself. What to cover up.

It was a dilemma, but fortunately, Lan Wangji didn't have any superfluous looks or glances. After saying goodbye, he quietly took Wei Wuxian back to the room. Xiao Xingchen also closed the door and let out a long breath.

After Xue Yang had a physical body, he was no different from a living person. Because he had just finished drinking and his whole body was hot, Xiao Xingchen grabbed Xue Yang's arm and put it on his shoulder. Sleepily said: "Bed... I want to sleep on the bed, Daoist... I haven't slept on the bed for two years..."

Xiao Xingchen dragged Xue Yang to the bed according to his words, and was about to put him down, but Xue Yang hugged his neck tightly, and put his chin on his shoulder to play tricks: "I want to sleep with... Daozhang..."

Even the breath is warm, and it tickles when it blows into the ears.

Xiao Xingchen buzzed in his head, and his heart pounded, he quickly threw the person he was carrying on the bed, and took two steps back.

"Xue Yang, if you dare to overstep, I will remove the soul-binding curse and drive you out of the room."

"Hmm... Taoist priest..." Xue Yang sat up on the bed crookedly, "Don't do anything... I just want to be next to you..."

As he spoke, he got up restlessly from the bed, stretched out his hand to grab him, got up and took a step, his body was staggering, and Xiao Xingchen subconsciously stepped forward to help him, only to feel that Xue Yang's whole body was limp and weak, and he couldn't even stand still. , it should be impossible to overstep, he helped Xue Yang to sit by the bed, and suddenly a thought flashed through him.

Maybe, being so drunk, Xue Yang won't remember anything when he wakes up.

When Xue Yang fell softly on his shoulder again, Xiao Xingchen didn't push him away.

During the banquet today, seeing Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji being so close and connected, not only Xue Yang, but also Xiao Xingchen were envious.

In the past in Yicheng, he also thought about how happy he would be if he could accompany his little friend Alan in Yicheng and join hands for the rest of his life, but everything changed suddenly, all expectations were dashed, and all warmth was turned into lies.

He didn't dare to tell anyone that in his heart, he actually missed that little friend very much.

The longing came overwhelmingly, and finally overwhelmed the worries.Just like Lan Wangji supported Wei Wuxian, Xiao Xingchen also gently supported Xue Yang, letting him rest on his shoulders.The two sat on the edge of the bed, Xue Yang's entire upper body was attached to him, and his face was almost buried in the hollow of his neck.

The aroma of the wine carried a trace of familiar temperature, lingering at the tip of Xiao Xingchen's nose.

"Xiao Xingchen—"

Xue Yang spoke with a drunken long-tailed voice, showing a somewhat childish naivety. He couldn't open his eyes, and asked in a daze, "Is that you?"

Xiao Xingchen's heart was pounding and he didn't answer. Xue Yang continued to talk to himself: "I know it's you... I'm sure... I'm dreaming again..."

Then just let him have a dream.

"Master——"

The boy's long-drawn-out call touched Xiao Xingchen's old softness hidden in his heart, and he responded, "What's wrong?"

Xue Yang leaned on his shoulder and said, "I'm jealous of that grave robber..."

"Jealous of Chen Xibao?" Xiao Xingchen was puzzled. It was true that Xue Yang caused trouble after he got acquainted with Chen Xibao. Was it because of jealousy?

"What are you jealous of him for?"

"As soon as he called for help, you jumped out...but...I called you for so long...but you ignored him..."

Xiao Xingchen couldn't think of when such a thing would happen: "When did I ignore you?"

Xue Yang said aggrievedly: "Eight years, I called you for eight years, and you ignored me...why are you so cruel...once...I was about to die...please save me...you didn't even save me ..."

Following Xue Yang's description, the memory fragments hidden in his spiritual consciousness were triggered again, and he suddenly recalled a blurry picture, that was Xue Yang returning to Yicheng with bloody hands and opening the coffin with bloody hands.

His corpse and remnant soul lay quietly inside.

It turned out to be that time.

It turned out that Xue Yang had missed him so deeply.

Yicheng No. [-] Middle School is not just about deceit and trickery.

"At that time I was angry with you, so I didn't want to save you." Xiao Xingchen answered calmly following Xue Yang's drunken words.

"I know you're angry..." Xue Yang raised his heavy head with all his strength, and stared at him, "You can come to me to settle accounts when you're angry, why did you kill yourself? And break your soul? Why are you so cruel and stupid?"

After ten years of questioning.

The eyes and tone are extremely sincere, but I can't tell if he is more cruel, or if he is more suicidal.

"Daozhang, you have to promise that you won't be so stupid anymore..."

Xiao Xingchen sighed, "Okay, I promise."

"Verbal promises won't work, come and pull the hook—"

Xue Yang was so drunk that he couldn't tell what night it was. When he stretched out his hand, he realized that he no longer had a little finger.

This disappointment fell into Xiao Xingchen's eyes, causing layer upon layer of bitterness. He immediately wrapped his hand tightly to cover the scar, and eagerly promised: "Don't worry, I promise you, and I will never break my promise."

Obtaining the promise, Xue Yang's attention was successfully diverted, his eyes opened dimly and the corners of his mouth raised, and he said, "You are so kind."

The two were too close, and before they had time to hide, Xue Yang's hot lips came close and pecked lightly at the corner of his mouth. Seeing that Xiao Xingchen didn't repel him other than a slight retreat, Xue Yang made an inch of it and pressed down again. On his lips, but this time, Xiao Xingchen felt a huge wave of pain in his heart, and stepped back quickly, supporting Xue Yang's shoulders with both hands and arms, as if wanting to see the person in front of him clearly.

This is Xue Yang, not "Alan".

Xue Yang couldn't get a kiss, but he blocked him by an arm, and he was powerless, so he had to call out wrongedly: "Taoist~~~"

The coquettish tone is like a child who can't eat candy.

This is clearly "Alan" again.

Xiao Xingchen's throat choked, and he said in deep pain, "Xue Yang, why did you kill so many people?"

Xue Yang was disappointed, and the shadow of murder appeared on his face without concealment.

"I hate them!"

"Except for Chang, how has anyone else had any grudges against you?"

"Yes!" Xue Yang was drunk, but still firmly said, "They didn't save me! They didn't save me once...not once!"

Xue Yang held up a finger and waved it in front of Xiao Xingchen's eyes. Xiao Xingchen pressed the hand down and stared at the scar on the severed finger.

"You mean after you cut off your finger?"

The cruelty and pain on Xue Yang's face were intertwined: "Severed fingers at the age of seven, murdered at the age of eight... No one saved me, those people deserve to die..."

He said again: "No...after cutting off my finger...someone saved me, but that person deserves more death than Mrs. Chang!"

The fate of Chang's being wiped out already shows how deep Xue Yang's hatred towards them is, but is there anyone whom Xue Yang hates more than Chang's?

"Why? Who is that man?"

Xue Yang snorted coldly: "It's a pity that he is already dead... It is my life's regret not to be able to kill him with my own hands..."

Xiao Xingchen thought, maybe this person picked up Xue Yang but failed to treat him wholeheartedly, or left him halfway through saving him, so Xue Yang held grudges.Since he was dead and Xue Yang did not kill him, there is no need to pursue the matter. Compared to this, he has another question that he has been curious about for a long time.

It was a question Xue Yang had mentioned before, but he refused to answer.At this time, Xue Yang might be able to find out something while Xue Yang was completely drunk.

"Xue Yang, eight years old, killed someone for the first time, who did you kill? Why did you kill?"

"Eight years old? Hahaha..."

There was an uncomfortable laugh.

"I killed...another eight-year-old."

"Why? What kind of deep hatred can a child have against you? You can kill a killer at such a young age—!"

There was a terrible cold light in Xue Yang's eyes, and he sneered, "What's one, I killed a bunch of them later! A bunch of them! Hahaha...!"

Xiao Xingchen was terrified.

In an instant, my heart was filled with overwhelming disgust again!

These days, Xue Yang has really been deceived by the surface, evil spirits are evil spirits, born evil and vicious!

Pushing Xue Yang away suddenly with both hands, Xiao Xingchen backed away like avoiding a snake.