[Mo Feng Tongren] Bai Ling touches ink

At this time, Bai Feng kept rushing out of the city, and he didn't want to pay attention to what was passing by under his feet.He just insisted on thinking, fast, must be fast.

"Stop...stop." Nongyu said softly.

"Don't talk, we'll be there soon." Bai Feng replied, he didn't dare to think about anything at the moment, because if he thought about it, he might never be able to fly again.

"No need, the antidote..." Nongyu murmured laboriously, and finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the young man paused, landed on a flat ground, and leaned the woman in his arms against the tree trunk: "Just hold on for a while, just for a while!"

Nongyu looked up at the boy, and replied bitterly: "No need, you can't save me."

"I can." The young man insisted word by word.Yes, he can, he must be able to, and must be able to, because the price is so heavy that he has to save her.

"Hey, it's getting dark." Nongyu raised his hand to block the distant sunset in the sky, "The life of an assassin should belong to the night."

"My life and yours were exchanged by Mo Crow, I will never let you die!"

Nongyu smiled slightly, and swayed beautifully: "Did you hear that heartstring song?"

The boy frowned tightly and replied, "I heard, it's very beautiful."

"Really?" The woman's eyes shone with crystal light, like stars.

"Do you know I was nearby?" Seeing Nongyu nodding slightly, Baifeng lowered her eyes: "But, on the Sparrow Pavilion, you lied to me."

After a moment of silence, Nongyu smiled vainly, and replied, "Actually, this time, I lied to you too."

The boy's pupils shrank, and there seemed to be a cracking and collapsing sound from the left chest: "What?"

"There is no antidote for the poison I have suffered."

Nongyu propped herself up, raised her hand, her light white fingers twitched lightly, the young man stretched out his hand to catch it, and the Qinglingling music sounded in his ears again, different from the previous Juejue, this time the music was quiet, clear and deep Beautiful.

"There is another song, which is about a most special kind of bird. It is the head of all birds, but on its way of life, it must experience destruction again and again. When it goes through hardships and strives to break through the impasse of death, It will be reborn."

The woman smiled peacefully, and her fingers were nimble. After playing for a while, she slowly closed her eyes. Her fingers gradually became cold, and finally fell to the ground.The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on her delicate face, coating it with a faint golden light, as if she had just fallen asleep.

Bai Feng just stared at the cold woman in front of him until it was dark and night fell.

His body was already stiff from keeping one posture for a long time, and only now did he realize that there was no turning back.He raised his hand and brushed the remaining blood on his face, his fingertips were stained bright red, it was the blood of the black crow, and it was already cold.

From now on, there will never be a joking voice whispering in his ear, no warm breath against his neck, no dark feathers floating between his brows and lips.

He reached out his hand and took out a piece of black feather in his bosom, like dyed thick ink, it was the feather that fell on his lips last night and was accidentally held in his bosom by a ghost, and it touched his lips gently and softly.

"Your name is... White Phoenix."

"If one day I was in its position and was hunted by a falcon, I would not expect someone to rescue me. If I want to survive, I have to rely on myself, fast enough."

"There is no bird in the world that can fly forever and never need to land."

"While your eyes are always on the sky, never forget your feet are always dusty."

"Look, Baifeng, the sky... the sky is already above your head, use your greatest strength to fly!"

This may be the last thing Moya left him, Bai Feng thought, tremblingly put the feather on his lips slowly, salty tears fell to his mouth, he finally tasted the most extreme loneliness in the world .

At that moment, I suddenly understood the emotion in my heart and there was no chance to tell that person. From then on, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and he is the only one.

The mistakes made by youth and innocence are destined to become shackles for a lifetime.Is this the freedom he wants?Maybe, maybe not, and the answer to this question can only be written by him in the end.

The author has something to say: Let’s stop here for the main text. I originally wanted to torture this little silly phoenix, but in the end I still couldn’t do it. In addition, it is getting more and more procrastinating. I am afraid that I will be fooled, so I quickly finish it... ..Maybe there will be an unknown side story in the future, everything depends on whether there is time...

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The night is dark, with a bright moon in the sky and a few stars, just like back then.

The handsome young man in white clothes and blue hair stood on the top of the tree, the long white feathers around his shoulders were blown by the breeze, floating like a fairy, with a black feather between his fingers, his brows were slightly furrowed, and a touch of yearning was faintly flowing in his eyes.

Bai Feng stared at the feather in ecstasy, and the face of that person in his mind was gradually blurred, only vaguely remembering that black figure, with a wicked smile, vivid eyebrows and eyes, and the slightly warm breath when gently brushing his neck and cheeks.

Suddenly, an ink-colored feather floated down in front of his eyes, which was exactly the same as the one between his fingers.Bai Feng was startled suddenly, and turned around to see that the young man in black was more beautiful than the snow under the moonlight, with evil ink lines drawn up at the corners of his eyes, a faint smile hidden deep in the dark gray pupils, and a smile on the corner of his mouth Frivolous arc.

The young man who was always the fastest in the quicksand was stunned for a while and remained motionless.Is it hallucination?He hadn't had this kind of hallucination for a long, long time, but the young man who was always free and easy didn't dare to go forward at this moment, as if he was afraid that if he moved, the person in front of him would disappear.

The young man in black sighed helplessly, with a small smile on his lips, he immediately put his arms around Bai Feng who was stunned, and touched the ground lightly, and the two of them landed firmly under the tree.

"Moya..." Bai Feng called out in a low voice, but there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.The hand holding him was real and powerful, the face of the person in front of him was clearly reflected in his pupils, everything was so real, yet so illusory.

Mo Ya let go of Bai Feng's arm, took a few steps back, looked up and down, frowned, and said jokingly, "Yeah, I can give it a nine, ah no, it should be a ten."

Hearing this, Bai Feng's heart suddenly burst into flames, as if he had returned to his youthful appearance, he couldn't help but get angry: "What do you think of me? I'm not those soft and soft beauties who cry."

Mo Ya suddenly thumped, then laughed loudly, and said: "Boy, I haven't seen you for many years, why are you still in this temper?"

After hearing this, Bai Feng no longer refuted, but fell silent, with mixed emotions in his heart, not only pleasantly surprised by his appearance, but also afraid that this was an illusion, and even more self-blaming for his own willful involvement back then.

"Boy, what's the matter with you?" Mo Ya gradually stopped smiling, and looked at Bai Feng quietly.

"Are you still going?" Bai Feng asked straightly, staring into the young man's eyes.

Mo Ya watched Bai Feng quietly, the innocence of his youth overlapped with his current appearance, as if he hadn't changed for many years, but there was more chicness in his eyes that he didn't have before.He slowly broke into a smile, calm as a late night epiphyllum, did not answer, just stretched out his hand, caressed the blue-haired young man's cheek, and rubbed his thumb slightly.

Bai Feng only felt a slight itching on his face, he tilted his head, frowned and stared at the man in front of him, but when his eyes touched the chuckle, he couldn't help but slow down.He sighed in his heart, and finally raised his hand to grab the hand close to his face. His palm was cold, and he could feel the chill even through a layer of gloves.

Bai Feng's hands tightened slightly, and finally he couldn't help wrapping his arms around the waist of the young man in black, and hugged him tightly, with his chin resting on Mo Ya's shoulder, and the black feathers tied around his neck, soft and gentle.He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and whispered in Mo Crow's ear, "I'm sorry."

When Bai Feng hugged him, Mo Ya was already surprised. Hearing what he said, he also stretched out his arms around the waist of the young man in his arms, gradually tightened them, and laughed softly: "Boy, I don't need you to say this .”

Bai Feng raised his head, raised his delicate eyebrows, and looked at the person in front of him. Under the moonlight, the young man was full of smiles, with evil eyes, like a mountain spirit, bewitching people's minds.Bai Feng raised the corners of his mouth: "I don't need this? Then..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned in front of Mo Ya, and in an instant, there was a cool temperature on his lips, and the tension that he hadn't felt for many years suddenly lingered The whole body, the heart beats like a drum.

Mo Ya suddenly opened his eyes wide, the gray-black pupils contained the beautiful face of the young man, and the clear eyes full of smiles were like stars.This, perhaps, is the first time I've seen Mo Crow with such a dazed expression.Bai Feng smiled secretly in his heart, but his tense body gradually relaxed. He clearly felt the hand around his waist tighten little by little, and the back of his head was gently supported.Looking up, he hooked his hands around the neck of the person in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes. The touch on his lips was soft and sweet. It was a beautiful dream that he never dared to imagine.

Until the middle of the night, when the moon was in the sky, the two sat side by side under the tree, Bai Feng leaned on the shoulder of the young man in black, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his sleeping face was peaceful and peaceful.Mo Crow stared down at the young man leaning on his shoulders, his soft hair stuck to his cheeks, the mottled shadows of the trees reflected his picturesque eyes, and he looked very cute.

He tentatively called softly, his voice low and cautious, as if afraid of disturbing his dream: "Bai Feng?"

Bai Feng, who was sleeping next to him, seemed not to hear him, sleeping soundly as before.Mo Crow twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly, carefully straightened the young man's head on his shoulder, leaned into his ear, and said softly, "I like you." Give up and affectionate.

The watch in the distance ticked and ticked, and the breeze rustled the leaves, as if singing a sad song of departure.The figure of the young man in black gradually became transparent. As the wind passed by, the figure was gone, and a black feather gently floated on the lips of the young man in white.

The shadows of the trees whirled, bright and dark reflected on Bai Feng's face, and a few shimmering lights could be seen faintly. In his sleep, he murmured softly: "Me too."

On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, all the ghosts come out, but Mo Yu is still there, and seeing him is like meeting you.

The author has something to say:

Special commemoration of the Ghost Festival, although there was no such festival at that time, please ignore this BUG. . . .