The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

Blood sprayed out in an instant, and before Su Wangli could make another move, Jing Zhan, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly laughed.

The voice was treacherous and desolate, and it was bitingly cold. He grabbed the blade of Everlasting Hatred that had pierced his chest, and lay straight on his back, with a pair of blood-red thin eyes full of sadness.

"Do you want to leave me that much..."

Do you really want to put me to death?

His voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor, but he tried his best to hold back: "You go...I don't want you anymore..."

I'm really tired...

"Jing Zhan...I'm sorry..."

Until this time, Su Wangli still had those three words and that sentence.

——"Master is sorry for you..."

Jing Zhan raised the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth: "You know, I'm most annoyed that you say sorry to me..."

It was too late to explain too much to Jing Zhan, and now that Jing Zhan was unable to move, Su Wangli summoned Li Yin, and his slender jade fingers kept playing, and the melodious tune turned into an inch of silver-white light, slowly flowing into the wound in Jing Zhan's heart middle.

"What are you doing?" Jing Zhan only felt his heart hurt so badly that he could hardly breathe. His cold heart was burning like a raging fire.

"Jing Zhan...wait for me to come back...is that okay?" Su Wangli didn't answer him, and kept playing Li Yin with both hands, only to see that the pipa gradually turned into a light blue color. Transparent, all traces flowed into Jing Zhan's heart.

He was in severe pain, originally only his heart was hot, but now there was another evil spirit rampaging in his body, he didn't hear Su Wangli's words at all, and he didn't even have time to look at his pleading face.

"Su Wangli—! What did you do to me—! Ahh——!" His whole body seemed to be in the abyss of fire, as if he was going to burn his whole body before he would give up.

He didn't stop until the entire Liyin disappeared in Su Wangli's hands.

Jing Zhan's temples were already covered with sweat, and his eyes were red and scary.

Su Wangli looked at Jing Zhan, who was in unbearable pain, his nose sore, and tears rolled down his eyes.

"Be good...soon...you won't feel uncomfortable..." He said to Jing Zhan in a soft voice like his mother comforted him when he was a child.

Sure enough, he was not mistaken, the spirit of the Dragon Bone Whip was attached to Li Yin.

After Bai Cang's death, Yinli used this artifact to save his last soul, and also kept this keel in Liyin, which is why the two weapons were ineffective. Everything was given to Yinli.

"Jing Zhan, I gave him to you as a teacher. May you have no hatred or resentment, and be dedicated to goodness."

Immediately afterwards, he drew out his eternal hatred, cut his wrist, and poured the spiritual power in his body into the bloody wound on Jing Zhan's chest.

The scorching heat on his body slowly subsided, replaced by coolness and coolness, and the spiritual power extinguished the burning fire in Jing Zhan's body. He gradually calmed down, looked at Su Wangli with blurred eyes full of sweat and tears, and gasped for breath .

I saw that Su Wangli was about to be unable to hold on anymore, his wrists that were instilled with spiritual power kept trembling, and white fox fur appeared all over his cheeks and backs of his hands. He had already stretched to the extreme.

"Su Wangli, what are you doing...you never tell me what's on your mind...you always let me guess..." Jing Zhan couldn't As he moved, he had to speak slowly, the scarlet in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a pair of clear eyes of glazed color, and his body was no longer burning hot.

"I'm so tired...Master..."

Until all the pupils returned to their original glazed color, Jing Zhan passed out muttering as if his whole body had been emptied.

Only then did Su Wangli stop, his wrists were trembling uncontrollably, and a furry fox tail suddenly appeared behind him, and the tail was like dots of stars, slowly disappearing from the tip of the tail into the night, until finally only the tail was left. Half of it was hidden by Su Wangli's force.

He carefully got out of bed, stood beside the couch and covered Jing Zhan with a thin quilt. The night was much cooler, not as muggy as before.

He stood up straight, couldn't help blinking his pitch-black fox eyes, and tears slid down his cheeks again.

"Jing Zhan...you don't want me...where can I go..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a little wronged, and he didn't have the usual cold and arrogant appearance.

He tremblingly stretched out his bloody hand, trying to touch Jing Zhan's cheek, but at the moment when he was about to touch it, his fingers stopped, and he curled up forbearance. He didn't touch Jing Zhan's cheek until he finally left here. on that face.

Seeing the eastern sky turn pale, the spirit frogs in Hehuan Pond continued to cry tirelessly.

But the air is not so stuffy, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, the sky is high and the air is refreshing.

Beginning of autumn?

Su Wangli thought.

Afterwards, he nodded thoughtfully, today... the beginning of autumn.

It has been more than two years since he led Jing Zhan to Penglai, it has been so long...

These two years...should be his happiest two years in the past hundred years...

He walked away with a flick of his sleeves and went straight to Jiuchongtian.

In the room, Jing Zhan frowned, curled up in the thin quilt trembling all over.

cold, icy cold--

It was snowing heavily all over the sky, and the ground was already covered with a thick layer of snow. For the thin and frail Jing Zhan, it was almost impossible to move an inch.

"Is the meal ready?"

A woman dressed in sackcloth came out of the back room by herself, with a broom in her hand, threw it towards Jing Zhan not far away, and shouted: "If you don't cook, why are you being lazy there! "

Jing Zhan put his head in his hands, dodged the broom, turned around and shouted timidly: "Mom...I can't get through...the snow is too heavy..."

Unexpectedly, when she heard that this woman immediately lost her temper, she dragged her bloated body tightly wrapped in a padded jacket and ran over, picked up the broom and slapped Jing Zhan on the back, exerting all her strength.

"How many times have I told you! Don't call me mother if you don't have outsiders, you really think you are my own! I don't know where to throw the unwanted wild seed and have the face to call my mother! Why do you think we raised you! It's not because you can work! Hurry up and cook!"

Jing Zhan was terrified of being beaten, and ignoring the pain in his back and frozen ankles, he crawled into the kitchen with hands and feet.

Only then did the woman throw the broom casually, and muttered, "If it wasn't for my disappointing stomach, who would support you..."

Cursing and returning to the room.

He was already five or six years old when he was picked up by the family. He didn't remember anything and didn't know anything. He was hungry for three days and followed the family home because he was given half a rotten sesame cake.

Although he often beat him and scolded him, Jing Zhan was very grateful to this family in his heart. He was born thin and angry, and he didn't talk much. No one in the village liked him, and no one wanted to play with him.

But he often comforts himself that he is content with a family, a father and a mother.

Gradually, Jing Zhan grew up, just repeating his daily life of fetching water, cooking, washing, washing and farming.

Finally, the woman's stomach started to move, and the doctor was invited to tell her that she likes to eat sour food, and the fetus is moving obviously, so it must be a boy.

The couple were all very excited, after all, they must be happy when they get old.

Jing Zhan listened quietly outside the door, and when he heard it was a boy, he smiled contentedly, wiped his darker face with his hands covered in soot, and murmured: "I'm going to have a younger brother... ..”

He turned around and entered the kitchen happily, and went to cook.

Because the couple had their own child, they treated Jing Zhan worse and worse, beating and scolding more and more, especially women, relying on their own pregnancy, treat Jing Zhan like a slave and maid, thinking that they only need to feed and drink for him , then he can't tolerate the slightest complaint, and he has to be obedient like a dog.

In fact, Jing Zhan has no complaints at all, he does what his parents tell him to do, and sometimes he is hurt when he is hurt, and he will wait for the wound to heal on its own and gradually heal.

He always comforts himself: "I have a family... I have parents... I have a younger brother... Everything will be fine..."

But everything...couldn't be any worse.

Demons are rampant in the world, perhaps because they have done so many bad things that even God can't stand it, and the two couples were not spared after all.

That night, Jing Zhan was sleeping in the unremarkable little woodshed in the corner, and heard the shouting outside the door getting louder and louder. At first he heard it wrong, but later he realized that it was coming from his yard.

When he went out to see, his so-called father and mother were already lying in the sea of ​​blood, their bodies were torn apart by something unknown, and they opened their eyes wide in horror and refused to close their eyes.

He was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he knelt down directly on the ground, his hands were stained with blood. The ground was too slippery, so he couldn't stand up no matter how hard he struggled, and even made himself covered in blood.

When the villagers looked for the sound, they saw such a scene. Jing Zhan's face was covered with blood, and the couple and the baby were not breathing.

At that time, no one in the village had actually seen any ghosts and ghosts, so of course they didn't believe it, and Jing Zhan was the only one alive in this family, so he decided that this evil animal couldn't stand the beating and scolding and became angry, and killed the three members of the family frantically. He immediately surrounded Jing Zhan with torches in his hands, but he was afraid that he would get angry suddenly, so he didn't dare to get too close to him.

"You, you, you, you have no conscience, killing your own parents and unborn younger brother, you are so cruel!" A man boldly cursed.

Jing Zhan was obviously so frightened that he was delirious. He knelt on the ground, opened his eyes wide and kept crying, and said in a trembling voice: "No, it's not me..."

"What's not you! I think it's because the Chen family is always angry with you, and you must have killed the whole family in a fit of anger!"

Another person also echoed.

Jing Zhan shook his head helplessly, repeating "it's not me" over and over again.

But people only believe what they see, only what they think in their hearts, once they believe something, they can kill you, make you speechless, and drive you into the abyss.

"Burn him! Kill him!"

One person in the crowd shouted, and the whole crowd erupted.

Someone who had the guts to hold a dagger stabbed Jing Zhan in the abdomen before he could react.

Bursts of tingling pain spread all over the body in an instant, and the blood flowed continuously from the abdomen, but Jing Zhan didn't want to die, how could he have the strength to tear people into so many pieces? !It was clearly a monster who killed them, it was clearly a monster!

He stretched out his arm and pushed the man away, rushed out of the crowd, covered his bleeding abdomen, and ran into the forest with all his strength.

In the world of ice and snow, he only had a thin layer of black clothes on his body.

and then......

Then he saw the white dress, he healed Jing Zhan's abdominal wound with a cold face, and brought him back to Penglai with a cold face.

Jing Zhan thought he had seen his own light, he chiseled the wall for more than ten years, and finally stole that bit of light called Su Wangli.

You said that the past is too much to think about, so I don’t think about it anymore. You said that you want me not to take revenge and focus on goodness. I would like to follow you with no distractions. I thought you were devoted to me. I thought you were different. I thought you and Those people are all different...

But... you stand opposite me... hold your sword against me...

His eyelashes were wet, he opened his eyes, and habitually stretched out his hand to sweep around him, but it was nothing.

Only then did he remember that Su Wangli had abandoned him.

How could he not want Su Wangli?It's clearly Su Wangli...don't want him...

It was already noon when I woke up, I don't know how many days I have slept.

Jing Zhan got up and went out, searching room by room like a walking corpse, as if he had lost something most precious, but he searched the whole Penglai, but found nothing.

Even the paper figurines that cleaned them all disappeared.

Only then did he truly accept that Su Wangli left, taking all the paper figurines he created with him, his light was extinguished, leaving a dark, silent, cold and gloomy Penglai, don't want him... ..

I thought about going to the Nine Heavens and snatching Su Wangli down, but what's the use of snatching him away, he will still leave...

For a whole month since then, Jing Zhan has never been to Penglai, and he is addicted to alcohol all day long, in a daze.

After drinking enough, he staggered to sleep in Su Wangli's room.

I thought that no one would come looking for me until I died, but I didn't know that the room was kicked open just after dawn.

Jing Zhan was so dizzy from drinking last night, even if he heard someone breaking in, he didn't bother to move his body, and he was still lying on the bed like a dead pig.

When the visitor saw him, he looked like he hated iron for not being able to make steel, with his brows frowned, he rushed up and grabbed Jing Zhan's rear collar and dragged him up from the couch.

But before he sat down, Jing Zhan lay down by himself again, just like this again and again, the visitor finally lost his patience, pulled up his collar and raised his hand to slap Jing Zhan on the face.

The strike was ruthless, and the crisp voice echoed in the room.

Maybe he was blinded by the beating, or woke up from the pain, Jing Zhan finally opened his eyes unwillingly, saw that handsome and fair face full of anger, he couldn't help but froze, thinking it was Su Wangli for a moment He came back, but when he blinked again, his face was only a third of Su Wangli's resemblance.

"Liu Chehan?"

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