【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

When asked how to keep the □□ inner golden elixir alone, Sect Master Shi refused to say more, only said: "I will tell you later."

Xue Yang was not interested in this, because he had already made up his mind, and it was impossible to return the golden elixir. This was the spiritual power he had accumulated from fighting one after another, and he obtained it by himself. Why should he return it?His freedom will be exchanged for the life of Sect Master Shi.

At that time, Xue Yang could easily win by force alone, and the opponents assigned to him were getting stronger and stronger, but he still had never lost.The confrontation is not just in the cage, the entire underground space is his battlefield, he is full of fighting spirit, fearless, even excited, wishing to kill a person with spiritual roots every day, perform spiritual harvesting, and nourish his own spirit. nuclear.

But Sect Master Shi has been strictly controlling the growth rate of his spiritual power.He was anxious, and an unspeakable and terrifying desire accumulated in his body day by day, forming a greedy and cruel beast, grinding its teeth and sucking blood, waiting for an opportunity to move.

One day when he was 12 years old, Xue Yang was sitting by the stove where the corpse was burned, his whole body was warmed up, and he was playing with a dagger and an apple in his hand.Under his control, the dagger deftly pierced into the bright red fruit, cut open the flesh, and carved out five small and cute rabbits.

five years.He looked at the rabbit on the plate and thought.

The dungeon was still dark, and the air was filled with the lingering smell of blood. In the twenty stone rooms, different children came and disappeared. Sometimes a few stone rooms would be vacant, and sometimes more than one child lived in a stone room.

Those who disappeared, without exception, were turned into ashes in the furnace that was as tall as a person.

Xue Yang is afraid of the cold, the dungeon is cold, the world is cold, he can only rely on the fire that burned the dead to get some warmth.He sat by the stove, picked up a rabbit-shaped pulp with a dagger, and handed it to his mouth, chewing and swallowing with the sound of crackling whips in his ears.

The guard guarding the dungeon was teaching the new disobedient child in a certain stone room. Xue Yang was so fascinated that he was able to ignore these voices, but somehow that day, maybe the child was crying too loudly, and the dungeon guard scolded him. With the whip lasting longer than ever, Xue Yang swallowed the last apple rabbit, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, rushed into the stone room where the sound came out, and closed the stone door with a bang, locking all three people inside.

This kind of thing happened from time to time in the past. Xue Yang went in to help teach the child and tell the child to shut up. The guards outside were used to it and didn't bother.No one knew exactly what happened in the stone room that day, only Xue Yang remembered that he shed the last tear of his youth there.

A day later, Sect Master Shi opened the dungeon, his usual hypocritical smile froze the moment the stone door opened, and he was shocked by the scene before him.

The crimson blood was like a venomous snake, twisting and covering the entire dungeon. The ground and walls were covered with blood.

The corpses in the huge dungeon were scattered all over the place, and it was a mess. Both the guards and the imprisoned children had been dead for a long time.

"Sect Master Shi," a strange and wanton laughter came from the depths of the dungeon, and he changed his address when he spoke again: "Shi Wusheng, are you satisfied?"

The 12-year-old boy has just grown up, and his voice has just begun to change. It is between childishness and evil, full of frivolity and mockery that do not belong to this age.

"Xue Yang?!" The dungeon master was stunned for a moment, unable to distinguish which stone room the voice came from, "You did all of this?"

After waiting for a while, there was no answer. The middle-aged man was furious. With the facts in front of him, what else is there to ask?The man walked down the stairs, stepped on the blood stains, and began to search one stone room after another.After walking for a while, he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind. He quickly drew his sword and turned around, blocking the fatal blow.

"Oh?" Shi Wusheng narrowed his eyes and stared at the dark and strange eyes of the 12-year-old boy, feeling the power in his hands fighting against him, and said unexpectedly: "You can break through the confinement by yourself and learn to use spiritual power?"

Xue Yang was covered in blood, and his height was not as high as the man's shoulders. He held a long sword and drew his lips: "Yes, thank you for the cultivation."

After saying that, he turned the tip of the sword, and went straight for the middle-aged man's throat. Shi Wusheng turned sideways lightly, Xue Yang changed several moves, and the sword edge brushed an inch away from the middle-aged man's body, so as not to hurt him in the slightest.Every move of his was instructed by Shi Wusheng, let alone only 12 years old, how could he beat a sinister and cunning adult monk?

Shi Wusheng was able to perform a few tricks with ease, but Xue Yang knew that he was invincible, so he pointed the tip of the sword at the middle-aged man's chest with only a burst of hatred, but Shi Wusheng lifted the tip of the sword away with one hand, while the other hand quickly slashed at him. A little between the wrists, Xue Yang's wrist was sore and the hemp sword fell to the ground, and the man stretched out his left foot to hook him, and immediately fell on his back, and when he was about to stand up, his chest was heavy, it turned out that Shi Wusheng's foot had stepped on him.

"Don't try to beat me."

The adult man stepped on the 12-year-old boy's chest and crushed it vigorously. Xue Yang put away his murderous aura in an instant, looked up at the person above his head with pain and said with a smile: "It's just a discussion, why is Sect Master Shi angry?"

Making a living at the feet of others, Xue Yang is not humble at all, there is no flattering meaning in his smile, as if he has predicted that the enemy in front of him will not do anything to him.

Shi Wusheng snorted coldly: "You destroyed more than twenty of my seeds with spiritual roots in one go, how can I not be angry?"

Even though he said so, he let go of his feet, angrily retracting his sword back into its sheath.

Xue Yang sat up and said, "Anyway, sooner or later they will be picked up by me and die. What's the difference if they die sooner or later?"

"It's useless for you to pick up the aura that hasn't been aroused to fight."

Regardless of the blood on his sleeves, Shi Wusheng carefully inspected and searched for each corpse, and reached out to probe the children's breaths. Finally, he confirmed that no one was spared. The dungeon is cleaned, and he will send new children in again.

After he left, Xue Yang's eyes flashed brightly, and the raging hatred flooded his face again.

Shi Wusheng, Shi Wusheng!

Xue Yang gritted his teeth, and tore these three characters apart between the corpses on the ground.His eyes were red, like the red of crying bitterly, and the red of bloodthirsty.

He licked his lips, smelling salty and fishy, ​​mixed with blood and tears.

Before this day, he would still be afraid of the beast hidden in his body, fearing that the beast would eventually swallow him up.

After this day, Xue Yang completely transformed and became that beast himself.

Everything is given by Shi Wusheng.

Anger that cannot be vented is the most exuberant.

Xue Yang had conceived hundreds of ways to make Shi Wu alive and dead.He thought that he would conversely imprison that person, dig out a piece of meat from that person every day, and feed him to eat; peel that person and throw it into salt water to boil; Limbs, caged for ridicule.

He wanted to use all the vicious tortures he could think of on that person, and performed them ten times and one hundred times.

The funny thing is, he never expected that Shi Wusheng was already dead before he was able to do it.

The man became obsessed with practicing sorcery, bleeding to death from his seven orifices.It was also on that day that Xue Yang was 13 years old and walked out of the dungeon forever.

However, he was not happy. The person who made him up, whom he had hated for six years, died unexpectedly, not by his hands.

The fighting in the dungeon was all supported by hatred and the pleasure of imaginary revenge. Once he lost it, he became confused.The sky and emptiness engulfed him, leaving a black hole in his body that could never be filled. His hatred could not find a target, could not be realized, and had to spread all over the world.He returned to Kuizhou and became a street tyrant; he colluded with Jin Guangyao and used living people to refine his corpse; he found the Chang family and wiped out everyone.

He did all sorts of evil things, and he no longer had the slightest feeling of a normal person.When someone finally treats him well, he doesn't know how to cherish it.

Guilty?regret?Respect for life?It was something he had completely forgotten and discarded that day in the dungeon in front of another seven-year-old child whose skin was torn apart by the whip.

Beside the fire on the slope of Unexpected Mountain, Xue Yang cut open such a sympathetic and repentant self to Xiao Xingchen. He thought that just like ten years ago, Xiao Xingchen would find him disgusting and abandon him. He, hates him, but—

A warm hand fell on his head.

The high wall in my memory suddenly shattered, and in the light, there was a man dressed in white, who stretched out his hand to him with warmth and said: "A Yang is not born vicious, everything will be fine."

The cage in memory was also shattered, and a person took himself into his arms, stroking his vest and comforting him: "A Yang, don't be afraid, those children's deaths cannot be blamed on you."

In front of Xiao Xingchen, the terrifying beast in his body seemed willing to gnash its teeth and withdraw its claws, and submit to him.

The past time was fragmented, and Xue Yang's heart felt like a knife was twisted.Do you still have a heart of flesh and blood?He suddenly saw a ray of blood running down Xiao Xingchen's other drooping hand, dripping to the ground.

Wound!It was the days when he was trapped in the illusion and was Ling Chi, Xiao Xingchen cut the bloody wound on his wrist in order to help him nourish his soul!

He vaguely remembered that when Xiao Xingchen was struggling just now, it was this wrist that he squeezed hard.

"The wound is open." Xue Yang raised his hand, regretting endlessly, "You are the only one who treats me well in this world, but I always hurt you."

"Xiao Xingchen..." Xue Yang's voice was faint and his eyes were confused, "Do you know what I have done? If you knew, you would never comfort me like this, and you would never treat me well again."

"Are you talking about how you used spirit harvesting to hurt other children when you were young?" Xiao Xingchen's eyes were full of pain, and he flipped his palm over to hold the other hand with only four fingers, "I know."

"Know?! How did you know?!" Xue Yang's complexion changed drastically, he raised his head suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but the force holding him was gentle and firm, and he only resisted for a while, but he couldn't refuse in the end.

Xiao Xingchen felt Xue Yang's trembling in his hands again.He looked at the young man who had become a ghost in front of him, but was still worried about the past, and he became more certain of his thoughts: Sure enough, he was right, Xue Yang was by no means an inherently evil, hopeless evil spirit.

"You said something when you were drunk last time." Xiao Xingchen pressed Xue Yang's shoulder and made him sit with him on the rock beside him. "You have no choice in a cage fight."

Xue Yang didn't make a sound, he didn't want to mention these things.Showdown in the cage?That's all Xiao Xingchen knows, right?

He helped Xiao Xingchen remove the blood-stained bandage on his wrist, took out the hemostatic medicine, and sprinkled it finely, then cooperated with Xiao Xingchen's other hand to re-wrap the wound with clean white gauze, and beat him. a knot.

Lowering his head, and smelling the familiar scent of Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang suddenly recalled the dream of the night when he was drunk. This person took himself into his arms, stroked his vest and comforted him: "Ah Yang, don't be afraid."

He originally thought that Xiao Xingchen, who showed affection for him and had a gentle expression, could only exist in dreams, but tonight, he couldn't help feeling a little suspicious, a little paranoid, and a pang of pain and joy surged in his heart. He opened his mouth with difficulty and said: "Xiao Xingchen, the night you got drunk, did you..."

A gust of wind blew up the fire and interrupted the conversation. The two looked at the stars and the moon in the sky together.

"The child's hour has come." Xiao Xingchen said.

A sudden wind blew up the white cloth of the sleeping tent and stuck it to a tree trunk, like a raised white flag.

"Rest, Daoist, I will go farther and find an open space to deal with the backlash."

Xue Yang pulled out the Shuanghua wooden sword, turned around without hesitation, and shuttled through the mountains and forests like the wind.

The timing of being interrupted was just right, and he regretted that sentence when he asked it.With Xiao Xingchen's current state, even if that night was true, he probably wouldn't admit it.

It's like not admitting that there is a love poem hidden in the name of Qingfeng swordsmanship.

He always thought that the kisses and comforts in the haze that night were just dreams, but when Xiao Xingchen showed a look of pity and comfort again, he suddenly felt that the warmth and comfort, hugs and kisses of that night might also be real.

If you ask, it's definitely an illusion. It's better to be like this now, at least you can still think it's true.

After a few vertical leaps, Xue Yang's black back quickly melted into the night deep in the forest. The wind around Xiao Xingchen gradually stopped, and the sleeping tent fell back to the ground. Can settle down.

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