Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

A little silence.

An Xichen looked at him silently, slightly startled.

Qiao Xishui confessed to him not many times, but not too many times.

For ordinary people, the last time their sweetheart confesses like this, they will feel hot and hot in their hearts, they will be excited and excited, and they can't wait to respond-but those are ordinary people, they have souls and hearts that have not passed through the abyss of hell, Anxi Minister is different.

For the first time, he will try to tell himself that he is already a dead person, and then pick and choose on himself, thinking that this place is bad and there is bad, he looks bad and his conduct is extremely bad, and he thinks that his temper is simply disgusting. After buying ten tons of artillery, he didn't feel relieved until he completely agreed from the bottom of his heart that he was nothing but rubbish, and made another trip to break the blood contract.

Because he knew from the bottom of his heart that his life was not long.A living dead like him can give nothing to his lover, and must not delay him.

But there was a second time.For the second time, Qiao Xishui took off all the armor on his body, and took off the mask he had worn for a long time, which was almost turning into the skin of his face.Qiao Xishui invaded his city, talked about those love affairs, and kissed him.

This time An Xichen was completely flustered, and even fell ill after returning home that he hadn't had for a long time.Obviously, he almost forgot about this illness for a long time, but after being kissed by him once, it hit his heart like a storm.

When he was sick, if no one was around, he would act like a lunatic, unstoppable.So when he came back to his senses, he had already smashed everything in his room that could be smashed.

An Xichen was sitting in the ruins panting heavily, his face was hot, he felt sick.

The sick name is Joe.

He closed his eyes, and this time he tried his best to deny Qiao Xishui's words.He told himself that Qiao Xishui was wrong, that he hated Mr. Xi, why did he feel wronged, that he was selfish and a jerk—yes, he was a jerk who deceived his masters and slaughtered his ancestors and slaughtered his colleagues.

So he sat in the ruins and recalled the bloody past for a long time, until he completely washed away Qiao Xishui's "you look wronged" remarks from his heart.

But after all, he couldn't escape the third time.

The first time he belittled his appearance and character, the second time he denied Qiao Xishui's words, and the third time he finally couldn't avoid it.

An Xichen himself didn't know why, he clearly knew that Qiao Xishui was sincere, and he also knew that he also wanted to live with Qiao Xishui.But he just felt uncomfortable, and always wanted to rack his brains to prove Qiao Xishui was wrong.It proves that Qiao Xishui's sincerity is false, and proves that he himself is still the hateful gentleman who is always hated.

After a few moments of silence, An Xichen finally spoke.

"I understand." He said, "But I like this thing... I can't do anything. I can't save me, I can't kill Qu Qixiang, and I can't let you get out of here."

Qiao Xishui scratched the back of her hand. Although she couldn't bear it, she pretended to say something casually and said, "There's no way to stop Mu Qianqiu from resurrecting?"

"nonsense."

An Xichen's mind was so dazed by Qiao Xishui's heart-pounding words that he liked to dominate, he was taken aback just as the words came out, and when he realized it, his lowered eyes suddenly lifted up, and he said in astonishment: "Why...! ?”

Qiao Xishui's reaction was much calmer than his, and he exclaimed, "It's actually true."

After hearing his exclamation, An Xichen knew it was Liu Wusheng, frowned, and clicked his tongue: "Did you say Liu Wusheng?"

"Yes."

An Xichen originally wanted to have a good discussion with him about the relationship between children, but after killing Liu Wusheng on the road, he suddenly stopped talking, turned his head and forced the book into the crack violently, causing the entire row of bookshelves to scream.

Qiao Xishui couldn't help laughing: "Don't get angry with the book."

"It's none of your business." An Xichen got angry all of a sudden, and said sourly, "Could it be possible for me to vent my anger on Liu Wusheng?"

Qiao Xishui didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why do you always say Liu Wusheng..."

"Where do I always talk about Liu Wusheng." An Xichen flipped through the book at a glance, and said coldly, "It's you who always mention him."

Qiao Xishui admitted his mistake quickly, and said, "Then I was wrong."

An Xichen this time

I was really angry and ignored him.

"Senior Brother." Qiao Xishui called, "Senior Brother——"

An Xichen still ignored him.

"Brother An." Qiao Xishui yelled angrily, "You are a living person, don't get angry with a patient."

"I am a dead man."

Qiao Xishui choked again at his deadly comment: "...No, I've said so much, but you haven't wavered a bit?"

"I've shaken it before I heard Liu Wusheng."

"..."

Even shook it, why didn't you say you moved it! ?

Qiao Xishui was furious for a moment, but he didn't expect that this slight anger would also cause the mana to explode wildly in his body. He quickly said a few words of calmness and restraint, and held back the mouthful of blood that was about to spurt.

An Xichen found what he was looking for when he was reciting the four-character scripture on meditation that Qiao Xishui created alone.He took out a small object from a book and put it in his arms.

Qiao Xishui kept looking at him, and An Xichen knew that when he put it into his arms, he was careful not to let him see it.

Qiao Xishui asked straight to the point: "What did you find?"

An Xichen patted his clothes on his chest, shook his sleeves and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"There are relationships."

An Xichen was in a bad mood, raised his tone a little, and said, "I say it's okay!"

"Brother." Qiao Xishui said helplessly, "You brought me here, how can you say it's okay."

"..."

"An Xichen." Qiao Xishui said, "If you continue to escape, you will really die. To be honest, you didn't protect anyone, you didn't really do it for me, and you didn't do it for Fang Ximing. been evading."

Qiao Xishui's words before were useless, but as soon as the word "escape" came out, An Xichen suddenly trembled.

Qiao Xishui sighed, and said, "Go back and save yourself, tell me everything, okay?"

An Xichen was very stubborn, and corrected him sharply: "I didn't escape."

"..."

Qiao Xishui temporarily gave up and let him open up.He has been doing this since the beginning of wearing books, and it has not improved at all.After finding something, it is natural to move forward or leave.So An Xichen went to the door and pushed it, but the door didn't move at all.

But there is only this one door on the surrounding walls.

"It must be like the last dark room, the door will only come out if you have to do something." Qiao Xishui sat on the side and reminded him, "You look at other things?"

An Xichen has already turned over the bookshelf, so it must not be.And the most suspicious thing in this dark room——

Qiao Xishui cast her eyes on the huge black blanket on the ground.An Xichen also looked down, then squatted down, and lowered his hands.

A huge pungent smell of blood came to his face, An Xichen quickly covered his nose, threw the blanket aside, and looked down.

I saw that the entire ground covered under the black blanket was not ordinary earth and rocks, but was crowded with densely packed human faces, and the blackened blood on the faces formed a huge magic circle, enveloping all people. Faces are stuck in it.

When the candlelight in the dark room shone on the faces of these people, they suddenly and slowly opened their earth-colored eyes, and opened their mouths slightly.

Immediately afterwards, hoarse and unpleasant cries sounded one after another: "Ah..."

Qiao Xishui was so frightened that his face turned ashen, and he took a breath. Before the next syllable came out of these scary faces, An Xichen grabbed back the blanket that he had thrown not far away, without saying a word Put the cover back on.

But it was too late, Qiao Xishui's scalp tingled, her heart felt a tingle, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.