[Xue Xiao] Don't know dreams

Dawn broke, and the last bright star reflected on the cold river.

The stars are twinkling and echoing each other, as if the sky and the earth are connected by a coincidence.

I just thought that a brand new day would be born from this little bit of light, but suddenly, the starlight disappeared and I disappeared.

Song Lan suddenly appeared behind Xiao Xingchen, and Xiao Xingchen shuddered all over and shivered.

"The sky is cold and the dew is heavy."

"Can't sleep, come out for a walk."

Song Lan stood by the river with him for a while and then returned to the house. Xiao Xingchen turned around and stared at Song Lan's back.

He was barefoot and without a coat... Maybe it was just because he woke up and found that he was not by his side?

Xiao Xingchen suddenly felt the chill all around penetrate into his heart.

The sword energy gradually increased, shaking off the remaining flowers on the branches.

Petals were flying in the air, but the boy's voice emerged in his mind.

"Daoist Master Xingchen, so beautiful! To see some beauties dancing, if you ask me, it's better to watch Daoist dance sword!"

As a result, his mind was flustered suddenly, his true energy was lost, and the sword was unstable, so he had to withdraw the sword.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xiao Xingchen was surprised that the words he blurted out contained a smile and embarrassment.

There was no response, and the boy in my memory didn't know where he was now, only the falling flowers fell quietly to the ground.

The petals on her shoulders were gently stroked, and Song Lan whispered, "Xingchen, what are you thinking? Why are you talking to yourself all this time?"

"It's nothing." Xiao Xingchen lowered his eyes, "I just miss my old friend."

Song Lan was taken aback: "I'm not your old friend?"

Xiao Xingchen was slightly surprised.

"We're together, isn't that enough? Isn't that what you want?"

Xiao Xingchen's shoulders were tightly grasped by Song Lan.

Bright moon, clear wind and dawn stardust, proud snow and frost, Song Zichen...

Embracing mountains and rivers, having stars and companions, what else can you be dissatisfied with?

The pink petals that danced all over the ground were picked up by the wind and turned lightly at the feet.

A certain scene in the memory was quietly awakened, remembered, remembered!

Xiao Xingchen broke free from Song Lan's hands suddenly, and buried his head in Song Lan's neck while Song Lan was surprised.

She hid her blushing face, but couldn't hide her heart beating like a drum.

Because I remembered it, I remembered that after I said "What nonsense are you talking about?", the boy would hug him like this, whispering in his ear——

"I'm not talking nonsense, it's really beautiful."

It was night, Song Lan woke up from the boundless darkness, and there was no one around him.

Through the window, under the moonlight, Xiao Xingchen could not be found.

In the dim light of a single candle, the young face that was originally full of evil spirits was now so emaciated that it was hard to recognize.The terminally ill appearance showed no sign of improvement.

Xiao Xingchen wiped the face and body of the person on the bed carefully, and when he saw the old injury on his leg, he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

Song Lan ran out, searched around, turned around and saw another room of the thatched cottage was slightly bright.

Through the crack of the window, he saw that the enemy who was abandoned in the cave was being tenderly taken care of at the moment. Song Lan's anger did not have time to surge up, but was replaced by indescribable sourness.He looked up at the bright and distant star, held back the tears welling up in his eyes, and finally brewed thousands of emotions into cold words.

"What are you doing?"

Song Lan appeared without warning, Xiao Xingchen extinguished the candle with a flick of a finger, and immediately exited the room.

"It's nothing. I haven't returned to my room for several days. If I can't sleep, I will tidy it up."

Song Lan nodded slightly, and held Xiao Xingchen's hand.

Xiao Xingchen was startled, his hands were astonishingly cold.

After returning to Song Lan's room and lying on the bed, Song Lan hugged him tightly, as if afraid that he might get lost.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't sleep well.

In Song Lan's arms, he shamelessly recalled the skin-to-skin contact with someone else, the seriously injured boy he rescued halfway.The two of them hid in the narrow coffin in Yizhuang and turned over the clouds | The rain, the tireless and crazy pursuit of the young man made Xiao Xingchen recall that he was still there, Xiao Xingchen's body was so hot that his face was piled up Layer after layer of blush.However, Song Lan said that this person does not exist. Could it be that this young man is completely Xiao Xingchen's own imagination?

Indulging in the waves of kisses, Xiao Xingchen completely ignored his thoughts.At that time, he was deeply addicted to it, because when he woke up, he would realize that he was already a blind person, and he had to face questions from his friends, accusations from his master, and many reasons that caused the situation.

But now he is different, what he wants is to sort out all the clues!

Xiao Xingchen opened his eyes, it wasn't a dream or a memory, but Song Lan was kissing him wildly!

"Zi...Chen!"

Pushed by him, Song Lan rubbed against his neck dissatisfied, and said, "You always do things that are superfluous, and promise things that cannot be fulfilled."

Where does the reason come from?He was obviously the one who was taken advantage of, yet he still had to be scolded.

"What did I do? What did I promise not to keep?"

Song Lan buried her face in his chest, and replied vaguely, "A lot, a lot. It's all your fault."

Xiao Xingchen was startled and angry at first, but he was clearly an arrogant and aloof person in front of him, but he showed all kinds of emotions and desires, even childishly angry.Did he melt the ten-thousand-year frost, or was Song Lan just like this?Anyway, after all his nonsense, he didn't know how to attack it.

Xiao Xingchen felt that his relationship with Song Lan was getting closer, even more than ever before.He never refused Song Lan's soliciting kisses, and it was the first time he knew that Song Lan was so infatuated with him.

Before, I learned from the Lan family's children that Xue Yang hid in Yicheng and threatened someone to mend his remnant soul, but Hanguang-jun beat him to fatal injuries and cut off his left hand.Why did Xue Yang want to repair his remnant soul, even at the expense of his life?The ins and outs of the whole incident were completely at a loss for him, and the assumptions in his mind became more and more terrifying.

He hid Song Lan and sneaked to the cave while she was out. If Xue Yang could wake up, maybe he could get the truth from Xue Yang.

Xue Yang's wound pierced by Song Lan didn't heal, and the pus and blood oozing out stuck to his clothes and coagulated into pieces, which was simply horrible.

Xiao Xingchen leaned down to detect Xue Yang's soul breath, no one could wake up with just a faint breath of soul, and he was completely useless.

Rather than...

Xiao Xingchen mentioned Shuanghua, although Xue Yang deserved what he did, but Xiao Xingchen would not do anything to torture people to death.

Might as well give him a good time.

Shuanghua approached Xue Yang's throat inch by inch, and suddenly stayed in the air, and the light of the sword faded away.

Facing the dim sword light, Xiao Xingchen didn't know if it was a hallucination, but he saw Xue Yang who was lying on the ground raised his mouth slightly!

Xiao Xingchen was extremely puzzled, after trying several times, the sword still froze, without hurting Xue Yang at all, but finally Shuanghua turned off the sword and fell to the ground.

Things were not as simple as imagined, and Shuanghua didn't want to hurt Xue Yang.Unless it feels the master's will, the spirit sword will not do anything against the order, and it is impossible to automatically turn off the sword when the order is executed.

Xiao Xingchen carried Xue Yang to the thatched hut. He and Song Lan slept in the same room recently, and his own room was vacant, so he just placed Xue Yang on the bed in that room.She expected that Song Lan would be furious if she found out about this matter, so she could hide it from day to day. Maybe there was something else hidden, maybe Xue Yang would wake up one day.

However, more than ten days had passed, and with this momentum, Xue Yang would not be able to wake up.Trauma is only secondary, Xue Yang's soul creation is the root cause.

Xiao Xingchen left behind the letter, picked up Xue Yang, who was as light as dead wood, and left the thatched hut.

Master must have left his original residence, and went to several aristocratic sects to seek medical treatment, perhaps Xue Yang could still be saved.

Unexpectedly, before he had gone far, he was stopped by a black figure.

"You actually want to leave?"

The resentment of gnashing of teeth shocked Xiao Xingchen.

"Zichen, listen to me! Xue Yang has been severely injured by Lord Hanguang, and now there is only a trace of soul breath left..."

Song Lan reprimanded: "You actually expended your cultivation to detect his soul breath!"

Xiao Xingchen hurriedly put Xue Yangping on the ground, and wanted to explain, but Song Lan couldn't help but thrust his sword Fuxue into Xiao Xingchen's hand.

"kill him!"

Xiao Xingchen held Fuxue tightly, his face turned pale, and he said every word: "So you know, you always knew, Shuanghua can't hurt him at all!"

Shuanghua was right around Xiao Xingchen's waist, but Song Lan went far and wide to hand her Fuxue. The evidence was firmly held by Xiao Xingchen at this moment.

Song Lan said angrily: "You just need to kill him with your own hands, don't worry about which sword to use!"

Xiao Xingchen persisted: "But, I want to know why Shuanghua can't hurt him! What else is there between me and Xue Yang besides hatred?"

As if being poked into a sore spot, Song Lan choked up and said, "There is nothing between you but hatred."

Xiao Xingchen stared at him in disbelief.

Song Lan suddenly pushed Xiao Xingchen to the ground, and straddled him, kissing him almost in pain like a storm, like confirming the reality, but also like being intoxicated in a dream.

Fuxue was still in Xiao Xingchen's hands, and he was about to hit the person lying on him through the scabbard when his clothes suddenly got wet.

Song Lan's tears flowed down Xiao Xingchen's neck to his chest.

"You're not Song Lan, who are you?"

All movements of "Song Lan" stopped for an instant.

All the intimacy before was just for leaving quietly now.

Xiao Xingchen went on to say: "There is a price for everything I do. In order to heal Song Lan's eyes and restore his sight, I gave him my own eyes. Now that I am cured, what price have I paid? Who will pay for it? I paid the bill?"

"Song Lan" shook his head and roared angrily, "Is it not enough for us to be together? Isn't this what you want?"

Xiao Xingchen went on talking to himself: "There is no half bronze mirror in the room, but I have already seen my own appearance clearly. Do you know why?"

"Song Lan" murmured, "You always go to the river..."

Xiao Xingchen nodded, put down Fuxue, took off Song Lan's bamboo hat, untied the bandage on his head one by one, stroked his wound with gentle hands, and continued: "Skull nails are used on dead bodies Controlled, if you hadn't died, who would have put the skull nails in your head? So I figured it out, Song Lan is dead, and I am not the original me at all, this body is definitely not Xiao Xingchen's! "

"Song Lan" said stubbornly, "You are!"

"You know Song Lan to a certain extent, but it's not enough to impersonate him. Song Lan's chess skills are far superior to mine. When it comes to our original ambitions, Song Lan will never fail to answer."

Cold sweat broke out from "Song Lan"'s forehead, and his expression was indescribably weird.

"It's not what you mean by 'eliminating demons and evil together', but to establish a sect that is different from the family and does not prioritize blood."

"Song Lan" repeated in a daze: "A sect that is different from the aristocratic family and does not prioritize blood..."

Xiao Xingchen struggled out from under him, pulled Xue Yang up, and was about to pick it up again.

A bone-piercing voice came from behind: "Sure enough, you are here again, doing unnecessary things, making promises that cannot be fulfilled... Hahahahaha!"

Xiao Xingchen ignored him and said, "If you refuse to tell me who you are, I won't force it. I will find the truth myself!"

"Hahahahaha... the truth? Is the truth really so important?"

"The truth may be sad and crushing, but I can't live without knowing it."

Xiao Xingchen carried Xue Yang on his back and walked forward unswervingly, perhaps this was the most correct thing he did since he woke up.

"Song Lan" saw Xiao Xingchen getting away from him, roared wildly, rushed towards him, and swept his feet fiercely.

Xiao Xingchen didn't expect him to be so obsessive. Although he carried Xue Yang on his back, he still flew away lightly, and said displeasedly, "Why do you obstruct me? You know, I can leave with my sword..."

Before the words fell, Xiao Xingchen knew that something was wrong, because Fuxue was not in the hands of "Song Lan", and it was too late to turn around and look back. There was a dull pain in his stomach, and Fuxue's sword hilt hit Xiao Xingchen's hard. abdomen.

Xiao Xingchen bent down and fell from the air, and landed firmly in "Song Lan"'s arms.