[Xiaoxue] through the heart

"Xiao Xingchen..." Xue Yang, the fearless Kuizhou bully, hugged Xiao Xingchen tightly at this time, as if he was holding the last straw, and shouted helplessly. At this time, he was finally like that Poor kid who couldn't eat pastry as a kid.

Song Lan is now a murderous corpse, he looks at the corpses of Xue Yang and his best friend coldly, the murderous corpse has no emotion, he just looks at it. "Song Lan, there is no spirit lock..." Xue Yang buried his head on Xiao Xingchen's shoulder, and said to Song Lan in a muffled voice.

Song Lan lost his tongue, so naturally he couldn't comfort Xue Yang, and he didn't even bother to comfort Xue Yang.

Xue Yang couldn't find the spirit lock bag, so he stumbled back to Yizhuang, sat on the bed, hugged Xiao Xingchen tightly, "Taoist...can you see me? Oh...you can't see... .”

Xue Yang felt a sense of loss of strength, and Song Lan stood beside him, just watching quietly.Xue Yang stubbornly carried Xiao Xingchen on his back, and wanted to find the spirit sac again.He stood up, and as soon as his legs gave way, Xiao Xingchen knocked on the bed, and the blood-stained white robe was covered with dust again.Xue Yang picked up Xiao Xingchen like crazy, put him on the bed, and caressed Xiao Xingchen's cold face with trembling hands.

"Taoist...Xiao Xingchen..."

Xue Yang buried his head on Xiao Xingchen's chest, suppressed his voice and began to cry.Yizhuang was exceptionally quiet, and the sound of clothes being rubbed could be heard clearly. Xue Yang's subdued cry was like an epee pierced into his heart, and it was stuffy and painful, and he couldn't breathe.Xue Yang's hair was loose, covering his face.

After a long time, Xue Yang's voice was still a little choked, "Say... Song Lan, can you tie your hair? Help me." Song Lan stiffly helped Xue Yang tie his hair, and Xue Yang sat there without knowing what he was thinking.

"Daoist, Daoist! Why are you combing this bad guy's hair! I want it, I want it too!" A-Qing yelled angrily as she watched Xiao Xingchen meticulously tie up the bad guy's hair. "Little blind man, what's the use of tying your hair? It suits you well." Xue Yang lowered his voice and smiled viciously.A-Qing tugged at Xiao Xingchen's Taoist robe angrily, coquettishly, "Taoist priest, look at him." Xue Yang teased A-Qing again.Xiao Xingchen sat aside and listened to the bickering between the two, pursing his lips and laughing.

Xue Yang swore that it was the best-looking Taoist priest he had ever seen.

The sun came through the small window, and the fine floating dust surrounded Xiao Xingchen. Xiao Xingchen slightly pursed his pink lips and smiled softly, Xue Yang lost his mind for a moment.

"Master..."

Xue Yang stroked the small caramel that had already turned black, thinking about that person.

"Hanguang-Jun, this Yicheng is too scary." Lan Jingyi was a little scared. "Yes, yes." A group of children listened to Lan Jingyi's words, and remembered that they were in this white fog, and became more and more frightened.

"We need to help brothers." Wei Wuxian shrugged, "Right, Hanguang-jun?"

Lan Zhan looked at Wei Wuxian a bit, then moved a little closer to Wei Wuxian, "Yes."

"It's finally here, Wei Wuxian."

Xue Yang reluctantly put away the caramel, put on a Taoist robe and covered it with white silk, "Let's go, Song Lan." Song Lan followed him out.

After the melee.

"Little rascal, what do you want to do?" Wei Wuxian asked Xue Yang with a smile.Xue Yang had already taken off the white silk, put on his gloves, "Tell your ghost general not to fight Song Lan, and how to revive Xiao Xingchen."

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows, and looked at Xue Yang in amazement, "I didn't expect, you little rascal, you still have a conscience? Hey, why don't you let Song Lan not fight with Wen Ning? Little rascal?" Xue Yang held back The urge to punch this noisy man's face pulled out a smile, "Where is it, Senior Wei is so smart, I won't hurt Wen Ning, right? Can you help me...resurrect Xiao Xingchen?" " Xue Yang choked up, Wei Wuxian looked at him like this, spread his hands, expressing that he is a good person, "Take me to see my little uncle."

Wei Wuxian lifted the coffin, "Tsk tsk tsk, you little rascal, you really put your heart into it." As he spoke, he wanted to stroke the sword mark on Xiao Xingchen's neck. "Don't touch him!" Xue Yang grabbed Wei Wuxian's hand, his eyes were ruthless, and the slightly red eye sockets made him look like a lone wolf that had lost its flesh.Wei Wuxian was startled, and suddenly felt that Xue Yang, a little rascal, was a bit pitiful.Lan Wangji pulled out Bichen. "HanGuang-Jun, it's easy to talk, haha." Wei WuXian pulled Lan Zhan down, broke away from Xue Yang's hand, and said seriously, "The soul is gone, how do you want me to save it?"

Xue Yang's face was extremely pale, and the blood faded away. Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Senior Wei, I have already collected the soul of the Daoist Priest. Although it is not complete, but you are so powerful, you will definitely be able to save him." Xue Yang Xianbao generally took out the spirit lock pouch and wanted to give it to Wei Wuxian, but he held it tightly and refused to let go.

Wei Wuxian snatched it up and weighed it up, "Not enough." "What else is missing?" "...One soul and one soul." "I have." Xue Yang looked at Wei Wuxian's unspeakable expression Knowing what was missing, he opened his mouth after Wei Wuxian finished speaking.

Wei Wuxian opened his eyes wide, the little rascal must be crazy, he thought so, and glanced at Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji shook his head slightly. "Little rascal..." "I said, I have." Xue Yang insisted on giving Xiao Xingchen his soul.Seeing that he was so persistent, Wei Wuxian had no choice but to agree.

It is very painful to tear the soul apart, Xue Yang knows, for Xiao Xingchen, what is this?

Xue Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, stripping his soul out.The soul was artificially torn apart, unwilling to leave, and grabbed Xue Yang's other souls tightly. "Hmm..." Xue Yang closed his eyes tightly, biting his lips with his tiger teeth, biting through the flesh forcefully, the strong smell of iron finally diffused in Xue Yang, and locks of hair stuck to Xue Yang's face.

"what!"

Xue Yang finally tore his soul apart for Xiao Xingchen.He couldn't suppress the pain anymore, he shouted, his voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, the unyielding spirit at the last moment wanted to make the last drumbeat.

Even Xue Yang couldn't bear the pain and passed out.

A group of juniors kicked out by Wei Wuxian lay on the crack of the door, trying hard to see how Xue Yang stripped his soul.Because there were too many people, they couldn't see clearly, but they seemed to feel from Xue Yang's wailing that it was they who were stripped of their souls, not Xue Yang.Suddenly, they felt sorry for Xue Yang.

"This little rascal..." Wei Wuxian shook his head, looked down on the ground, his fair face was stained with dust, he waved his hands, "Song Daozhang, help Xue Yang." Song Lan was not caught by Xue Yang. The control was thorough. When Xue Yang peeled off his soul, he took out the thing that controlled Song Lan. Song Lan is now just like Wen Ning.He nodded, and helped Xue Yang to wipe it off.

"Hanguang-jun, you look at one or two, hey. Now, let me revive the little uncle, hehehe." Wei Wuxian teased Lan Zhan, then remembered the business, and started to get busy, "You guys These kids, let’s play together.”

Lan Jingyi, Lan Sizhui and a group of people walked away silently.

"Song Lan...Thank you." Xue Yang opened his eyes and glanced at Song Lan. He didn't know whether it was a real thank you or a fake thank you. It was very uncomfortable to hear.Song Lan nodded.

"Little rascal! Are you alright? Let me tell you, the little uncle has been resurrected by me, and he will wake up in a short time. Don't lie down, get up quickly..." Wei Wuxian He ran to Xue Yang's window with great interest and dragged him up. "Are you annoying?" Xue Yang rolled his eyes at him angrily, got up slowly and came to Xiao Xingchen.

"You all go out." Xue Yang scanned the crowd, sat next to Xiao Xingchen, staring at the Taoist priest in a daze.

"Daoist, are you awake? Wei Wuxian said you can wake up, can you wake up quickly? Daoist...I want to eat candy...I want to eat your candy..." A tear fell from Xue Yang's eye socket and hit Xiao Xingchen's heart heavily.

"Xue Yang, you're disgusting." Xiao Xingchen lay on the bed and didn't push away Xue Yang's touch. He hadn't gotten used to it yet, and let the nausea spread from all over his body to his throat.

Xue Yang paused, stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Xingchen's face, showing his small canine teeth, and laughed viciously, "Xiao Xingchen, what else can you say besides disgusting? Hahaha, your good friend Song Lan, Your good A-Qing, which one of you kept it? It's a joke that you're alive."

Xiao Xingchen turned his head away, ignoring Xue Yang's crazy words.Xue Yang was enraged.He pinched Xiao Xingchen's fragile neck desperately, "Say it!"

"Cough...you're...disgusting..." Xiao Xingchen had already died once, and he didn't hold out hope for life.

Xue Yang shook off his sleeve vigorously, and the little caramel fell on the edge of the bed, Xue Yang didn't notice, neither did Xiao Xingchen.

"Wei Wuxian!" Xue Yang grabbed Wei Wuxian when he came out, growled, his eyes were red, and he was not as fragile as a Kuizhou bully, "Put...Song Lan's tongue on too. Count me, I owe you Favors." Wei Wuxian was surprised, "Little rascal can still talk about favors?" "Also, don't tell him." Xue Yang let go of his hands and walked away hunched over.

This Xue Yang, who can crawl out even in a swamp, this Xue Yang, who won't cry out in pain even if his flesh is cut into pieces, lost his soul because of Xiao Xingchen's sentence "You are disgusting". Indeed, he is now a lost soul. Poor ghost!

"Little uncle."

"Stardust."

Xiao Xingchen turned his head, and didn't know where he was looking with his empty eyes, so he could only respond with a huh. "Little uncle, let's go first. We have something to do. You can talk to Daoist Song." Wei Wuxian left with a group of people after finishing speaking.Only the two of them were left speechless.

"Zichen, who is he?" "Your nephew, Wei Wuxian." "Yes."

Another moment of silence.

Xiao Xingchen got up, and he touched something, round and sticky.This is...sugar?Xiao Xingchen let go of his hand like an electric shock, and the candy fell straight down, breaking into sugar residue.

That candy is broken after all...

Xue Yang had nowhere to go, so he had to go to Jin Guangyao.

"Short." "Cheng Mei." Jin Guangyao's face was very haggard, as if he was very anxious, he didn't even put on a smirk, and said perfunctoryly, "There's candy, eat, go by yourself."

"People who have lost their souls are either sickly or demented. Xue Yang, you are lucky." Wei Wuxian told him seriously at the time. "Hey, that's funny. Grandpa Xue was ever scared?" Xue Yang returned to his place of residence and lay down on the ground casually.

"Where's my candy?" Suddenly, he remembered that his candy, the candy given to him by the Taoist priest, was gone.Xue Yang was in a hurry.He patted his head to force himself to calm down, "Oh, it's gone, it's gone...Xiao Xingchen's there." Xue Yang lay down again indifferently, crossing his legs.

It is late autumn.

The author has something to say:

ooc count me.If it doesn't match the original, you don't have to read it if you can't accept it.Xue Yang's hands were not cut off.