don't pass time

It seemed to be getting dark, Mo Niannian took out some food from the storage bag that he carried with him, several people ran around for a whole day without a drop of water, even so, they still didn't eat much.

There is only a stone bed in this stone room that Qianyu and Qianye usually use for sleeping, so Lu Yuan and Yan Lang decided to lean on the table for the whole night and keep watch so that Qianyu's nephew and nephew and Mo Niannian can have a good time. take a break.

It was late at night, Lu Yuan seemed to be asleep while lying on the stone table, all the tall candles on the stone wall were blown out, only one on the table was still flickering brightly and dimly.Yan Lang looked at him with a faint light, and they haven't spoken a word since they met.

He wanted to touch the familiar side face, but he dared not lower his hand. The candlelight projected his movements on the stone wall, as if he had touched it.

Qianyu Qianye was lying on the outermost side of the stone bed. When she was supposed to be sleeping the most soundly, she opened her eyes, saw the projection on the stone wall, and sighed silently.

Why bother, they are obviously the two people who shouldn't get close.Now that that was the situation back then, who is showing such affection now?

Yan Lang stared at Lu Yuan's side face obsessively, and it took him a long time to withdraw his hand, a feeling of exhaustion swept over him gently, but he didn't dare to close his eyes, for he was afraid that this person would leave him again.

While in a trance, a long voice came from outside: "Xiao Lang."

Yan Lang's sense of sleepiness disappeared all at once, since no one had called him that since his mother passed away.this voice...

"Xiao Lang."

Another sound.

He glanced back suspiciously at the three people on the bed, then at Lu Yuan, and swung open the revolving door of the stone room silently.

The moonlight was dim, and the voice seemed to be not far from Shimen. When he went out, he saw a familiar figure standing on the edge of the open space 20 meters away from Shimen.

The man was facing him, and called again: "Xiao Lang."

It's Tang Gan.

Shouldn't he be recuperating in the Tang Family Valley at this time?Yan Lang suddenly realized something, and Ji Ling became more sober.He walked over, already anxious in his heart, but he couldn't walk fast for some reason. After walking a short distance for a long time, he finally arrived in front of Tang Qian.

Tang Qian's face was very embarrassed, as if he was bleeding from his seven orifices after being poisoned.Yan Lang was startled, frowned and raised his hand, opened his mouth to shout something, and finally spit out two words: "Patriarch?"

"Xiao Lang." Tang Qian's voice was hoarse, "Didn't you promise me to guard the Tang family? Why haven't you come back?"

Speechless, Yan Lang swallowed the bitterness in his mouth: "I'm back."

Tang Qian didn't seem to care about his answer, and said to himself: "Xiao Lang, the karma of thousands of years, the Tang family owes you too much, and it should be paid up here."

He stretched out his hand to reveal a dagger, and handed it forward, but Yan Lang didn't answer it, and only asked, "What do you mean?"

Tang Gan looked at him sympathetically, the blood in his eyes gradually flowed more and more, and finally covered his entire face, he stubbornly passed the dagger forward, Yan Lang hesitated for a moment, but reached out to take it.Tang Gan seemed to smile, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

After he said this, his whole body suddenly began to dissipate in the air like the wind blowing away sand. Yan Lang took a step forward and shouted "Wait", he reached out to grab it but it was empty.

Yan Lang woke up with a muffled grunt, and found himself lying on the stone table, the fingers of his right hand under his head were curled, and he was holding a dagger.

His head was still resting on his arm, and his arm and fingers were a little numb, so he grasped the scabbard hard, and the pattern on it made his palm ache.He pinched it tighter and tighter, trying to offset the discomfort like ants crawling.

Fate is the same, people who are related to him in every life always have a bad end.

He slowed down for a moment, slowly raised his body, and found that Lu Yuan had disappeared.

Lu Yuan looked around for a while. This is a flat land beside a cliff. I don't know which hilltop of Kunlun Mountain it is. It is very empty, and I am not afraid that someone will eavesdrop.With that sense of familiarity, he compared the scenery in front of him with his memory, and found that he had indeed been here before.

Not far away, the figure with his back turned was motionless.

He has gradually been able to accept this sudden but extremely natural so-called past life memory. As long as he is not in front of Yan Lang, controlling his emotions is much easier than he imagined before.

"Fang Yiyue, right? Hurry up if you want to say something."

Fang Yiyue turned around and smiled: "I want to see which of you two will discover me first."

Lu Yuan snorted coldly: "Is this why you lured me out?"

Fang Yiyue laughed softly: "You are still so indifferent to me."

"Is there any need to smile at you?"

"I think you seem to like to smile when you face people, but when you face me, you seem to have released your nature." Fang Yiyue was not in a hurry or annoyed, "I am really flattered."

Lu Yuan looked up at the moon, which was not very bright and half covered by clouds: "I don't know you."

"But I know you very well, maybe even better than yourself." Looking at Lu Yuan's expressionless face, Fang Yiyue added, "Whether it's you as Mo Zhizhi, or as You are far away."

As if thunder had fallen, Lu Yuan was stunned, and calmly pressed down the surging blood in his chest, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Actually, my memory has recovered a lot. After thinking about it, there is no one named Fang Yiyue." People, so you don't have to pretend to know me well. Or, is it that someone from the past stole my body and changed it to do some secret things?"

Fang Yiyue chuckled when she heard these provocative words: "Sure enough, I have grown up."

Lu Yuan didn't answer, and in the quiet night, even the sound of the wind disappeared.

"Do you still believe in memory?" Fang Yiyue really knows him very well, and knows where to poke it the most painful. "Some things happened 1000 years ago, and all the people who knew them are gone, except you. You How can I guarantee that what I think of is true? And how can I guarantee that I remember everything I should think of?"

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, his vision blurred: "What exactly do you want?"

Fang Yiyue shook her head: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to understand some things I don't understand. As I said just now, there are some things that no one knows except you."

"What do you want me to know? I already know that I am a demon, and I already know... that he used to approach me with a purpose." Lu Yuan shook his head, "But for me, these are not the key things .”

Fang Yiyue was taken aback for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

That's right, looking back on the past, no matter how stupid I am, I know that Lu Zhuoying had a purpose to befriend the Mo family, but it doesn't matter to Lu Yuan now.Whether it is purposeful or betrayal, of course he can feel the true feelings.

"So you knew it when you committed suicide on the top of the mountain? So you have come to the point where you know he is here to kill you, but you are willing to let him go to death without resentment?" I don't know if it is related to the night, Fang Yiyue's voice was a bit deceptive, "Is there really such a deeply affectionate and righteous night monster in the world?"

Lu Yuan gritted his teeth: "Don't put a high hat on me. Of course I hate him when he lied to me, but it's two different things from wanting him to die. Although I can't figure out what I was thinking at the time, since I'm dead, I will There are reasons why I must die."

"It's like."

Lu Yuan didn't know who he was talking about, so he simply pretended not to hear the words without beginning or end.Fang Yiyue took a few steps back: "The girl next to you is called Mo Niannian. She is very cute. Protect her."

Lu Yuan frowned, watching him disappear in place.

Suddenly the wind started to blow on the top of the mountain, as if an invisible door had been pushed open.

He had enough cold wind blowing on the top of the mountain, and he didn't go back until the suppressed emotions and violent desires had calmed down a bit.

Within ten steps, he suddenly revealed a fallen leaf and threw it somewhere behind him. When the sword was inserted into the ground, it grazed the stone and made a piercing cry. At the same time, he sternly said, "Who?!"

Yan Lang wakes up from the nightmare and finds that Lu Yuan is nowhere to be seen. He is wondering and wants to go out to look for him, but suddenly hears soft footsteps.

He put away the dagger, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, suppressed his heartbeat, and even breathed into a long rhythm, but his ears and body were more sensitive than usual.

Lu Yuan walked towards him quietly, every step seemed to be on his heart.

The lamp on the table was blown out by Lu Yuan after Yan Lang unconsciously fell asleep, and the whole stone room was completely dark at this moment.The three people who were full of thoughts on the bed were also in deep sleep, and even Qianyu Qianye fell asleep a little deeper than usual after she fell asleep late.

Unable to feel his movements anymore, Yan Lang was suspicious in his heart, wondering if he had fallen asleep again, and was wondering whether to open his eyes to take a look, but felt a soft and cool touch on his face.

The heartbeat seemed to be a beat faster, and the breathing was barely disordered under the control of strong concentration.Lu Yuan paused, wondering if he realized that he was not asleep.

If Yan Lang had a second pair of hidden eyes, he would be able to see Lu Yuan's complex eyes at this time, forbearance and sentimentality, but always mixed with almost irrepressible grief and anger.

That's shameless to oneself, obviously hating it so much, but still struggling and unable to let it go.Once again, Lu Yuan wished to swallow Yan Lang, as if only in this way could he ignore the unbridgeable gap between the two of them, and the old enmity between the monks who was unclear but certain.

For some reason, Yan Lang's consciousness gradually became unbearable. He vaguely felt cool and powerful hands cupping his face, and then his lips were engulfed.

He caught that person's breath in a daze, and responded unconsciously, trying to catch him, but he couldn't hold back his distracted thoughts.

One second before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear the familiar voice say three words.

Then fell asleep.

Long night is young, Lu Yuan reluctantly let go of Yan Lang, and gently adjusted his movements on the table to the most comfortable posture.

I left without saying goodbye again, I don't know if there will be a day to see you again.

If it is true what Fang Yiyue said, all the roots of the disaster were buried thousands of years ago, and the only one who knows those things is himself.

If it all started with me, then it's up to me to end it all.

Before that, the first thing to do is to retrieve those seemingly unreliable memories.

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