I actually knocked King Yan and my CP!

He Yuxuan was tired.

He was extremely sleepy, and it was clear that every place was full of pain and trembling, but it seemed to be wrapped in something. The warmth and despair were mixed together and could not be distinguished, as if the whole person was sinking in the sea of ​​​​suffering, and he couldn't even open his eyes. I don't even have the energy to open my eyes.

"Clap-clack-"

The sound of fireworks burning was like someone adding firewood, and the swaying light and shadow seemed to leave a thin layer of shadow on He Yuxuan's eyelids, which made him feel weak spontaneously.

it's too cold.

He Yuxuan thought aggrievedly.

He doesn't like winter anymore.

The snow is too cold.

He shrank aggrievedly to a warmer place.

The emperor protected Zixu's subconscious movements, his eyes moved slightly, and the hidden guards quickly retreated after adding firewood.Long live alone and Mr. He together.

Zhu Di carefully looked at He Zixu who was in a coma. His handsome face was pale, his bloodless lips were a little chapped, and his closed eyes shrank and turned, as if he was sinking in pain in a dream. She was put on a good plaster, all the drenched clothes were removed, and she was put on an extremely comfortable inner garment, which was cherished and protected by the emperor.

A gun that was neither heavy nor light was placed horizontally not far from the stone platform.

The emperor looked at the familiar gun in a daze.

He still remembered the idea of ​​giving this gun to He Yuxuan with his own hands. The emperor hoped that this would give He Yuxuan protection to some extent, and even save his son from danger.

But it was also this gun that almost brought He Yuxuan to the brink of death.

The reason for not is simply because he has no last spare energy.

The emperor has never been so grateful to Emperor Zhenwu for a moment, to this ruined temple that sheltered He Yuxuan, to all the gods and Buddhas... the moment He Yuxuan was discovered, he was still alive.

He can no longer recall the appearance of watching He Yuxuan put the gun to his temple with his own eyes, never again.

Absolutely not.

The emperor approached He Yuxuan almost tremblingly, the faint sound of breathing symbolized his safety.

The bloodthirsty killing intent is still running in the limbs of the body, like the carefree and swift return, the clamoring heartbeat seems to be instigating the next attack, the horn of the battlefield is like hovering in the ear of the emperor, fear and anger are intertwined Where, weaving into the most gentle shelter.

The mountain was covered by heavy snow, which also covered all the dripping and broken limbs and bloodstains. The stench was blocked by the ice and snow, as if looking forward to the next snow melting, which would be the beginning of the next nourishment.

The jammed bullet was slowly dying away.

It was strangled by a power that shouldn't exist, until now that power gradually disintegrated, and the bullets that had been held by him dissipated with that power that shouldn't have existed.

no trace.

He Yuxuan seemed to be aware of it, and his unconscious fingers curled up slightly, but they hooked the emperor's sleeves. It was like a hazy perception, and he wanted to open his eyes.

But he was really tired and sleepy.

As the sun rises in the ten days, the warm and soft luster hits the window of the ruined temple, as if the slowly rising temperature is melting the coldness of the world.

—The Tartars are in ruins.

The night was silent.

The sound of snow was still there, and it was as cold and silent as if the West Mountain was so quiet, as if all life was buried under the deep snow layer.The wind blows the dead branches swaying, and the sound of swaying snow is so quiet.

It was quiet.

He Yuxuan woke up in a comfortable and warm environment.

He opened his eyes.

The familiar structure of the roof made He Yuxuan think that he was dreaming before.

The escape is fake, the suicide is fake, the sound of fighting is fake, everything was constructed in his dream... If this is the case, He Yuxuan can't wait to take out the gun and shoot himself now.

But no, as long as there is a chance, He Yuxuan will not do this.

He Yuxuan closed his eyes.

Death is not a new journey, it's just a one-off.

"... Zixu?" An impossibly deep voice sounded in He Yuxuan's ear.

He Yuxuan opened his eyes suddenly, he tried to sit up, but his too fast movements were imprisoned... He was held firmly in the arms of the emperor.If He Yuxuan had paid more attention to notice, he would have noticed that Zhu Di's strength had almost strangled He Yuxuan in his arms, leaving no room for him to move.

He Yuxuan leaned weakly in his arms, with the emperor's clearly visible heartbeat next to his ears.

"So..." He Yuxuan's voice was hoarse, "It really betrayed me?"

The little black house really sold He Yuxuan as quickly as possible, otherwise no matter how hard Zhu Di rushed back, he would not be able to save He Yuxuan in time.

This requires not only perseverance, but also time.The distance spanned is no simple matter.

He Yuxuan noticed that they had returned to the ruined temple, no wonder the roof looked so familiar.He felt... wait, he didn't feel it!

"Little black room?" He Yuxuan called in his heart.

no response.

He Yuxuan realized that his hand was grabbing Zhu Di's sleeve, and the sticky ointment was also stuck to the cuff.Zhu Di's voice seemed to be swallowing a thousand catties of stone, so heavy that it almost crushed the spine, "Is this all you want to say?"

of course not.

He Yuxuan closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, looking at his face in the emperor's arms.The blue and black under the eyes and the tiredness floating on the surface made He Yuxuan's fingers flinch for a moment. His ankle seemed to touch something, and he subconsciously looked down.

Zhu Di also followed He Yuxuan's gaze.

gun.

He Yuxuan's fingers moved slowly, trying to withdraw from the emperor's sleeve.

Zhu Di held onto He Yuxuan's fingers, the anger and fear still flowing in his voice, "If it wasn't for your lack of strength to pull the trigger..."

Before he could speak, He Yuxuan subconsciously clasped Zhu Di's fingers.

"I……"

flipped.

He Yuxuan almost whispered.

At that moment, he heard the sound of a bullet being fired.

He Yuxuan knew why the little black room disappeared.Before it left, it presented a gift that He Yuxuan was grateful for.

Zhu Di's strength in holding He Yuxuan instantly made him frown in pain, but what followed was unbearable pain, he heard it.

"You flipped it."

The emperor's embrace was as hard as steel, and the sobs in his throat were barely audible.

So it's not a fluke.

He Yuxuan looked up at the emperor, the hostility between his brows was more serious than ever.

He Yuxuan thrashed vigorously.

——Yes, he felt Zhu Di's tightness, but He Yuxuan still tried to do what he wanted to do.

Zhu Di let go.

He Yuxuan turned around and threw himself on his shoulder.

He held Zhu Di's face and gnawed it down hard.

The collision of strength hurts each other's lips, and Zhu Di smells blood, which is always unpleasant.But this time he was willing to do so, he wrapped his backhand around the back of He Yuxuan's neck, and kissed him harder and deeper, like two beasts culling in the snow, relying on each other's ferocious malice and obsessive desire. Contact to confirm the survival temperature.

The taste of being alive.

He licked Zhu Di's eyelids, and the sour tears stimulated He Yuxuan's taste buds.

He Yuxuan felt the lingering violence and oppressive desire in the emperor's eyes. It was an anonymous declaration, a desire and a violent malice that was firmly locked in the prison by himself.He nestled in the emperor's generous shoulders, and under He Yuxuan's supple skin was a voice that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

It was his protracted, gentle, lazy, seductive seduction, "Why not?"

The ferocious beast came out of the gate, and the roar seemed to be heard.

He Yuxuan opened up everything.

"I'm yours."

Since then, blood and flesh have been fused together, and the taste is so delicious and sweet.

The rays of light in the ruined temple gradually climbed up, betting on the dilapidated statue of Zhenwu God, and the noisy and frightening cold dissipated.The chill of melting snow is dispelled by the gentle fireworks, and there are two completely different worlds inside and outside the steps.

The hostility agitated by the blood is like the cold snow in winter, when the sun rises in the east.

The snow has melted.

(Finish)