I, Qinghuan

After the first time, they tried a few more times.

I don't know how many times it was, Nan Yang was really tired from tossing around, listening to the soft whispers in his ears, feeling the stroking on his back again and again, and fell asleep dimly in Qing Huan's arms.

Seeing that Nan Yang was fast asleep, Qing Huan also turned off the dim lamp, hugged Nan Yang's waist and closed her eyes.

After the distant bell rang twelve times, she fell into a deep sleep drowsily.

In the mist, she had a strange dream.

Same as last time, still in a hot and bloody canyon.A lot of people died around, and there were shocking blood everywhere, some were complete corpses, some had become bloody corpses, and there was a disgusting smell of decay and decay in the air.There must have been a brutal battle here just now.

She seems to have died.

Because she didn't stand on the ground, and she didn't chase the woman in white with a sword like last time.She was floating in mid-air, and her fingers couldn't really be squeezed into the palm of her hand, as if she was just a remnant of wandering soul, drifting unwillingly in the place where she died in life.

In a trance, she saw Nan Yang.

Nan Yang knelt on the ground, holding a lifeless woman tightly in her arms.A snow-blue long sword pierced through the woman's heart, the sword was pressed against the chest, and the long blade pierced terrifyingly from behind, and the dazzling blood dyed all the white clothes on Nan Yang's body dark red .

She stared at the dead woman for a long time before realizing that it was herself.

She is dead.

How did she die?

Qing Huan recalled for a long time before he remembered what happened a few hours ago.

She wanted to kill Nan Yang, because Nan Yang was her own enemy, and her father asked him to kill her. She had to be obedient, and she had to kill her.Although she knew clearly in her heart that she didn't want to hurt that woman in the slightest, she couldn't command her body at all.She has been forced by her father to drink human blood for too long, her mind has been devoured by backlash a long time ago, and she has long been unable to dominate her own consciousness.

Ever since she lost her mind, her every word and every action has to be controlled by her father using the enchantment, like a puppet pulled by a silk thread, he makes her laugh, she laughs, he makes her cry, she cries .

This body was already a half-dead puppet.

Dad said, go and kill Nan Yang.So with tears in her eyes, she raised a sword and swung it at her beloved again and again with all her strength.

She struggled desperately countless times, but she never defeated the body controlled by the obsessive mind gu.Her consciousness was clearly still alive, but she could only watch helplessly as she personally sent Nan Yang to the end with sword after sword.

Nan Yang never resisted. She was slashed and scarred by herself, unable to retreat, she reached the cliff in despair.

But he still didn't stop, and even mobilized his whole body's internal strength, aiming at her vitals and stabbing the last sword.

Nan Yang slowly closed her eyes, tears slid out of the corners of her eyes.She calmly faces the retribution she is about to accept like a white crane waiting to return home.

But how could she really kill her?

That was the woman she loved the most in her life.

If one of you and I must die, why would I choose to let you die?

Master, why would I choose to let you die?

Even if my body tells me that I can't love you anymore, but Master, my soul, my instinct, will always have supreme loyalty to you.

So at the last instant, she abruptly reversed the movement of the sword in her hand and withdrew it.She didn't stop, but grabbed Nan Yang's hand holding Luo Shuang, and pushed her chest to the tip of Luo Shuang's sword, and met him firmly.

laugh--

The subtle sound of the sword cutting through the cloth and flesh rang in my ears.

The blood spattered from the pierced heart slapped Nan Yang's face.When Nan Yang raised her eyes, the heavy blood stains on her eyelids blocked her view of her lover, and one after another full drops of blood dripped down her eyelashes.

tick.tick.

It dripped on her finger that was holding Nan Yang tightly, like red petals falling in a piece of fresh snow.

The sword is in the heart, and there is no cure.

She died very quickly. Basically, at the same time that Nan Yang hugged her powerless body, her soul was pulled away, floating in the air blankly, looking helplessly at the no longer Body with signs of life.

It turned out that he died like this.

original……

She is suicidal.

Nan Yang seemed to have forgotten to blink, and was holding the dead apprentice blankly.After a while, she tremblingly raised her hand and touched Qing Huan's side face, cautiously wanting to touch it but not daring.Her fingertips slowly slid across Qing Huan's delicate face, across her chin, across her throat, and finally stopped at the side of her neck, pressing down gently.

It was as peaceful as death, and completely lost the bubbling vitality that a normal person should have.

When Nan Yang realized the death of the person in his arms, his eyes were full of confusion.She just knelt there so stiffly, her bloodstained fingers tightly wrapped around the corpse's shoulders, not daring to move.

The confrontation between the good and evil factions is still ringing in our ears, and the evil faction's questioning and the righteous's scolding are endless.The chaotic sound of swords and swords touching was like muddy river water mixed with disgusting aquatic plants, pouring desperately into people's eyes, nose and mouth.They have their own issues to argue about, and they also have their own forces to fight for, but what they want to fight for has nothing to do with the pair of master and apprentice separated by death in the corner of the canyon.

Qing Huan wanted to wipe away the tears on Nan Yang's face, she wanted to tell her, Master, don't cry, I don't regret it.

I never regret it and never blame you.

I understand that it wasn't your fault that you, as an upright lord, killed all the evil sects more than ten years ago.It was not your fault that I survived that catastrophe by chance and was adopted by you when I was exiled in northern Xinjiang.I have always known that you are also helplessly ups and downs in this fate, and you also have your involuntary control.I understand, so I never hated you, even for a moment.

Not only do I not hate you, I don't hate my father, nor do I hate Beifei.I know that you all have your own reasons for walking in this troubled world, and it is not the result any of you would like to see me being a victim of this.

I don't hate you guys at all.

I'm just sorry.

Master, there will be no more me by your side in the future, how will you survive?

Who will take care of you?

They all think that you are the most powerful lord in the whole world, they all think that you are cold, strong and invulnerable.But only I know that Master is just a fool who can't even take care of himself, can't cook well, can't wash clothes, and when he wants candied haws, he won't ask for it when he's bored.If you no longer have me by your side, who can take care of you like me, like a child?

Who can discover that you are as fragile as a child?

Master.

How can I die with peace of mind.

You see, you are crying like this, and there is no one to help you wipe your tears.

No one realizes that no matter how high a god is, he will cry.

When she was about to raise her hand to caress the corners of Nan Yang's eyes, her eyes suddenly flickered.

After she was in a trance, she was no longer in the canyon where she was screaming and screaming.There were icy snowflakes falling on her hair one by one, she rubbed her eyes, and found that she had returned to Beifei Mountain where it snowed all the year round.

She didn't know what age it was, but she could only vaguely see a pair of gray and white horizontal scrolls of notes pasted on the lintel not far away, with four large dark characters written on it, which were blurred by the wind and snow.

Nan Yang sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, his appearance was as cool and elegant as before.She was wearing a simple and clean white dress with dark embroidered crane patterns, holding the snow-blue Luoshuang in her left hand, and gently stroking the sharp blade with the index finger of her right hand.

Nan Yang pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and then quickly spread them out in relief.

She held the hilt of Luoshuang's sword with her left and right hands, and slowly lifted it up, so that the tip of the sword was facing herself.She stared into the distance, and pressed the blade of the sword against the heart of her chest. The sharp edge of the sword pressed her white clothes into a few tiny folds, and her hands clenched on the hilt were slightly warped.

What is she going to do?

Do you want to kill yourself?

Do not……

Can't……

No...

Nan Yang suddenly raised her lips and smiled slightly. She looked at the four big characters on the door lintel not far away, a thin layer of tears appeared in her eyes, as if she was finally relieved, she clenched the hilt of her sword tightly.

Master...

No.

Please.

please.

No.

A moment later, those light brown eyes sank, and a pool of determination emerged, and the snow-blue sword blades were sent into the thin body——

"division--"

Qing Huan struggled to sit up from the bed, and still kept half a sentence in her mouth from the sound of stopping in her sleep.

She was covered in sweat, and the sweat from the tip of her nose was about to slip into her face, and there was a sharp pain between her brows.With a slight movement of the hand propped on the edge of the bed, you can feel the sticky wetness in the palm.

"Well……"

Nan Yang, who was sleeping next to her, uttered a dream, turned over slightly, and her soft long black hair slid down her bare shoulders, wrapping around her red-scarred collarbone.

The cold wind from the window blew in, and the messy chocolate candy wrappers on the table moved.

And... another dream.

Qing Huan's chest rose and fell violently, unable to break free from the too real dream just now for a long time.She tried to calm her breathing, her eyes drooped slightly, and she happened to see the crystal red round jade that Nan Yang gave her on her neck.

This piece of jade...

It seems that ever since she wore this piece of jade, she always had some strange dreams that seemed unreal and real, and there was always Nan Yang in her dreams.They seemed to have spent many long years together, and also had many helpless partings. Some dreams she could remember sporadic scenes after waking up, but some dreams could no longer be recalled.

Like that dream just now.It may be vivid at the moment, but after a few hours, and after sleeping, it will not leave any trace in the memory.She can only remember the content of the dream during the few hours of dreaming and the moment when she just woke up. Once her drowsiness is completely shaken, she will forget most of the dream.

She could only remember that she had had one strange dream after another.When I think about the specific plot again, only a few blurred pictures flash in front of my eyes.

For example, Nan Yang in white.

For example, a snow blue long sword stuck in his chest.

Although she knew it was all a dream, she still had an indescribable feeling in her heart, like a green shoot barely covered by thin soil, ready to emerge, but no matter what she could not break through the ground.

He hesitated to speak, and was in danger.

Nan Yang beside him moved again.Because Qing Huan sat up abruptly, a corner of the quilt was raised, and the cold wind poured into the originally warm quilt, freezing the sleeping cold woman.

Nan Yang's sleep has always been shallow, and when the chilly wind brushed her arms, she woke up.

Seeing Qing Huan sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, her voice hoarse: "Qing Huan, what's wrong?"

Hearing Nan Yang's voice, Qing Huan had a sore nose, bent down and hugged Nan Yang, and said wrongedly in her ear: "I, I just had a dream, I... I... dreamed of you , committed suicide."

Nan Yang was taken aback.

She quickly covered up the gaffe in her eyes, hugged Qing Huan back, and whispered softly: "How could I commit suicide? If I did, who would be lying here?"

"Yeah." Qing Huan hugged her a little tighter.

"Go to sleep, don't you have to go back to work tomorrow?" Nan Yang rubbed that charming long curly hair.

"It's okay." Qing Huan paused, and then realized that she had ruined Nan Yang's dream, and felt guilty suddenly, "I... did I make you sleep because of the noise?"

"No, I'm a light sleeper, so it's not your fault."

As soon as Nan Yang finished speaking, there was a "gu—" sound from his thin abdomen.

Waking up in the middle of the night, hunger is inevitable.After all, the last bite she ate was the piece of caviar sushi that Qing Huan forced her.

"Hungry?" Qing Huan was immediately distracted, she kissed Nan Yang's earlobe, and motioned her to let go, "Wait for me a while, I'll make you something to eat."

"Forget it at night." Nan Yang didn't want to delay her tomorrow's shooting.

Qing Huan knew that she didn't want to trouble herself, so she changed her words: "Then I won't cook, so I'll make you some honey water."

Nan Yang touched his stomach and was silent for a while, unable to resist the urgent hunger in his stomach, he finally nodded.

Qing Huan put on her fluffy pajamas, put on warm cotton slippers, got out of bed, and walked to the coffee table.She dug out the bagged honey she usually drank from the tray, turned on the electric kettle to boil water, and poured the honey into a clean glass.After pouring out a small bag, she glanced at Nan Yang who was getting dressed, thought for a moment, then opened another small bag and poured it in.

In fact, one bag is enough, but since that woman is so addicted to sweets, let's give her a little more.

After the water was boiled, she took a small metal spoon, stirred while pouring the water, and quickly soaked a cup of rich honey water.She carefully held the hot rim of the water glass and walked into the bedroom with small steps.

Nan Yang was only wearing the cotton linen white shirt with exquisite wooden buttons. When he did that, the shirt was pressed under them, and something was stuck to the collar, which was very sticky and wet.Because the area was sticky and wet, Nan Yang didn't button the few buttons nearby, so there were four full buttons on the top of her skirt, and the beautiful scenery was vaguely covered by the wet collar with a dirty color. People dare not look directly.

Qing Huan gave a dry cough and forced herself to look at the glass in her hand.

She sat sideways on the edge of the bed, picked up a small spoon, scooped up a small spoonful of honey water, and carefully blew it cool.After blowing, she first touched it with her lower lip to confirm that the temperature was just right, then raised the spoon and handed it to Nan Yang's mouth.

Nan Yang gently parted her lips, and swallowed the spoonful of honey water.

Qing Huan looked at the tip of her tongue that protruded slightly when she opened her mouth, and couldn't help swallowing.

Obviously Nan Yang didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but she actually felt that every movement she made was seducing herself.

After Nan Yang drank six spoonfuls, he stopped: "It's ok, it's not advisable to overeat at night."

"Drink some more."

She also wanted to see the way her little rosy tongue licked the metal spoon.

"……All right."

Nan Yang has always only indulged her. No matter what unreasonable requests she makes, she will agree.

Qing Huan fed a whole cup of honey water into Nan Yang's stomach, but she hadn't seen enough. Nan Yang's appearance of drinking honey water was really attractive, like a horse standing next to an ancient Roman column and drinking water with its head down. Noble white horse.She glanced at the empty glass, hurriedly got up and walked to the living room, and said, "I'll make you another glass."

Nan Yang: "..."

The second cup is also quickly fed.

The third cup was rushed over.

Cup after cup.

Like its master, it knows no restraint and has no end.

When Qing Huan was about to make the fourth cup, Nan Yang grabbed her wrist, frowning: "I... I'm really full."

She covered her lower abdomen with her hand, and she could see that it seemed to be a circle through a layer of shirt.

It was only then that Qing Huan realized what she had done just now, and her face turned red.

"Go to sleep." Nan Yang took the glass in Qing Huan's hand, put it on the bedside table, pulled her to lead her to bed, "You have to get up early tomorrow, don't stay up late."

Qing Huan obediently lay beside Nan Yang, helped Nan Yang tuck up the quilt, hugged Nan Yang, and rubbed her long black hair.

Nan Yang didn't speak again.

After a long time, Qing Huan could tell from Nan Yang's breathing that she hadn't fallen asleep.

"What's the matter, can't you sleep?" She took the initiative to ask the person in her arms.

Nan Yang pursed her lips and replied softly, "...a little swollen."

Drink too much honey water.

Guiltyly, Qing Huan put her hand on Nan Yang's lower abdomen, and gently rubbed it for her through a layer of clothes, "I'm sorry...I...shouldn't have given you so much to drink."

"……fine."

"Sleep... sleep..."

Nan Yang closed her eyes, and the discomfort in her abdomen was relieved a lot under Qing Huan's gentle caress.She was already very tired tonight, and after her stomach was filled, surrounded by her warm wife, she soon fell asleep.

Slowly, her breathing became longer.

Qing Huan brewed for a long time, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

She bit her lips tightly, and couldn't help but recall the dream not long ago.In fact, she couldn't remember the content of the dream clearly, but a thought suddenly occurred to her, although it appeared inexplicably, it was extremely strong and urgent.

When they treated each other sincerely just now, the light in the room was very dark, and she didn't see Nan Yang's body clearly.

She wanted to see it now.

Nan Yang was already sound asleep, her slender eyelashes lay on her lower eyelids, trembling slightly with her breathing.Qing Huan quietly picked up the phone, barely illuminated it with the screen light, and carefully unbuttoned the few buttons on the white shirt.After removing the last one, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and lifted her collar.

On the snow-white skin of his chest, at the heart of his left chest, there was a hideous deep scar.