After being wronged and rehabilitated

Seeing Gu Congxu's silence, Xiang Chongjing faintly sensed something, and said faintly, "What are you thinking?"

Gu Congxu tipped his toes, his long hair fluttered wildly, and shook his head: "No, what can I think."

Xiang Chong's mirror image saw through him, hooked Gu Congxu's belt with his little finger, and asked with a half-smile, "What do you want to wear on my wrist?"

From Gu Congxu's eccentric habit of biting the back of his neck, fingertips, and rubbing his ankles, it can be seen that no matter how innocent this sensuality is on the surface, he still has a "kinky" nature in his bones.

Sure enough, when Gu Congxu heard Xiang Chongjing's words, the golden dragon pupils lit up, and he strained, with a look of reluctance: "If you want to wear it, then wear one..."

Chains or something, it is best to wear them on the bed.

Clinking and rattling.

Xiang Chongjing strangled him by the skirt of his shirt, with a half-hearted smile: "Shut up."

Gu Congxu shut his mouth immediately, and continued to fly up in silence.

Xiang Chongjing leaned against Gu Congxu's arms, listening to the visibly slow heartbeat of the evil dragon, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly said softly, "I don't like being trapped by people."

"I didn't want to trap you." Of course, Gu Congxu knew that Xiang Chongjing hated being deprived of freedom, so he immediately retorted, "I just want you to wear it on the bed, and it will jingle when you move, it sounds nice."

Xiang Chongjing: "???"

Gu Congxu: "..."

Gu Congxu's wolf ambition was directly exposed, and he regretted it after he finished speaking, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Xiang Chongjing cut him all over with a sharp knife-like gaze, and said strangely: "If you have the guts, try it."

Gu Congxu: "..."

The evil dragon is quite courageous.

Xiang Chongjing didn't want to discuss with him about his habit on the bed at this time, and originally wanted to expose the matter lightly, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he raised his hand to squeeze the dragon horn on Gu Congxu's head.

Gu Congxu: "..."

Gu Congxu's vertical pupils suddenly shrank into a line, suppressing the unknown impulse to look down at Xiang Chongjing, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Why?"

Xiang Chongjing didn't notice his gaze, he grabbed Gu Congxu's skirt, and said without warning: "Back then... Su Yi once trapped me in Linglong Xu."

Gu Congxu paused and looked down at him in disbelief.

"What--?!"

Linglong Market is where Xiang Chongjing lived thousands of years ago.

There used to be the ruins of a sect guarding the secret realm.

Later, because it was rebuilt into a glazed high-rise building, it became the residence of the suzerain of the past dynasties, but the name is still called Linglong Market.

Su Yi once fell into a demon in the earth's veins, and after killing all the tribesmen back then, he imprisoned Xiang Chongjing, who was in a daze.

Countless seals are spread around Linglong Ruins one by one, and even crows flying in the sky will be suppressed and smashed into dust.

The exquisite high-rise building originally made of colored glaze has become a cage to imprison Xiang Chongjing.

Xiang Chongjing was forcibly pushed to martyrdom by his clansmen, and he only needed to recover a little bit of spiritual power to jump into the earth veins and completely extinguish the three poisonous fires with his flesh and blood, so the medicine given to him was all the medicine of tigers and wolves, forcing him forcefully Restore [-]% of spiritual power.

Because of Su Yi's intervention, Xiang Chongjing didn't complete his martyrdom, but he vomited blood because of the backlash of the elixir.

He was in a daze for a long time, and sometimes he could hear the shouts of his clansmen, and sometimes it was the panting that the doctor told him to escape. After struggling in the swamp hell for an unknown amount of time, Xiang Chongjing finally choked out a gasp amidst the blood. Slowly wake up.

Limbs and bones seemed to be crushed with a hammer, Xiang Chongjing's every breath seemed to implicate the inner palace with pain.

Familiar bed curtains, familiar incense.

Xiang Chongjing stared at the catkin patterns on the bed curtain for a long time before slowly sitting up with his hands propped up.

There was a dead silence all around, and there was no sound.

Looking at the colorful flowers outside the window, Xiang Chongjing couldn't tell whether the bloody hell was real or his nightmare.

He sat on the couch for a long time, put the thick cloak beside him on his shoulders, and collapsed.

The courtyard is still planted with the exotic flowers and plants that Su Yi found for him everywhere, and the path in the flower garden is paved with spiritual stones, which continuously nourish the flower roots.

Xiang Chongjing's whole body was weak, and he walked to the threshold step by step, but after these few steps, he was almost suffocated, holding on to the door frame and stood up for a while, when a piece of white catkins suddenly floated slowly to his side.

Xiang Chongjing was taken aback for a moment, then looked up blankly.

In the huge courtyard, a towering tree had been planted at some point, and white catkins fell continuously from that tree, and soon floated to Xiang Chongjing's side, surrounding him.

Xiang Chongjing blankly stretched out his hand to touch the catkins that he had been looking at for many years but had never touched, his pale fingertips moved forward inch by inch, and finally touched the catkins.

With a slight crisp sound, the white fluff burst like a bubble and dissipated at his fingertips.

Xiang Chongjing's fingers trembled slightly.

A gentle voice came from the side: "Do you like it?"

Xiang Chongjing trembled all over, and turned his head to look in astonishment. In the corridor next to the window lattice,

Su Yi was sitting on the railing and smiling at him, with the familiar compassion still in his eyes.

Xiang Chongjing looked at him, almost thinking that Su Yi, who brutally killed his tribe in his memory, was just a nightmare.

Su Yi seemed to regard the murder of the same family as nothing, smiled and said to Xiang Chongjing: "Why, don't you feel happy to see Bai Xu?"

Xiang Chongjing withdrew his fingers abruptly, and the confused expression gradually dissipated, replaced by an extremely cold indifference.

"Su Yi, do you know what you are doing?"

Su Yi tapped lightly on the wooden railing with his fingers, and said lightly, "Of course I know."

Xiang Chongjing: "You..."

"You want freedom, I'll give it to you." Su Yi's tone was very flat.

Xiang Chongjing was raised as a suzerain since he was a child, and he never even went out to Linglong Market until he was 16 years old. Su Yi was afraid that he would be lonely, and brought him countless outside things since he was a child.

Su Yi always said that when Xiang Zhongjing was removed from the suzerain position, the two of them would travel around Kyushu together, visiting all the places they had never been to before.

They counted down the places they wanted to go and the things they wanted to accomplish one by one, which gave Xiang Chongjing's expectation of freedom.

Su Yi's tone at this time was the same as when he promised to take Xiang Chongjing out to play somewhere, gentle and casual.

Before Xiang Chongjing heard Su Yi's words, he only felt happy, but now under the tragic death of countless clansmen, he only felt terrified.

Su Yi raised his sleeves and waved, the big tree in the courtyard was blown by a gust of wind, the leaves rustled, and countless white flocs followed Su Yi's traction towards Xiang Chongjing, spinning around his body non-stop. A few pieces of black hair scattered in the mirror are curled up in a few strands.

Xiang Chongjing waved his sleeves abruptly, and said coldly, "Enough."

He used so much strength that the cloak draped over his shoulders slipped directly to the ground, exposing his thin and slender sick body.

Su Yi's face turned cold, the smile on his face faded, he got up and walked in silence, bent down to pick up the cloak on the ground, and gently put it on Xiang Chongjing's shoulders: "Don't be angry, if you don't like it, I will move the tree." Walk."

Xiang Chongjing looked at him indifferently: "Su Yi, you are bewitched."

"Huh?" Su Yi's tone was casual, as if Xiang Zhongjing was just saying something unimportant, so the answer was also very casual, "Is it?"

Xiang Chongjing grabbed Su Yi's hand that was about to help him, and said sharply, "You killed so many people..."

"So what?" Su Yi said with a smile, "They wanted to protect the leylines from the very beginning, but now the Three Poison Fires haven't started burning? They got what they wanted

, will rest in peace. "

Xiang Chongjing: "You!"

Su Yi seemed to be coaxing an ignorant child: "Okay, don't get angry, the matter has come to this point, even if you get angry, it won't help."

Xiang Chongjing held his hands firmly, and his sharp nails, which had grown out of sleep for several days, sank deep into his palms, almost to the bone.

Seeing the blood in his fingers, Su Yi frowned slightly, and was about to speak when Xiang Chongjing spoke indifferently.

"just kill me."

Su Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and it took a while to reveal a gentle smile: "What nonsense."

Xiang Chongjing's pupils were empty, and he stretched out his hand towards Su Yi.

Su Yi didn't hide, looked at him with a smile, and let Xiang Chongjing's hand rest on his neck.

"A Jing." Su Yi said indifferently, "Do you want to avenge those pious clansmen?"

Xiang Chongjing was taken aback for a moment, and the hand on Su Yi's neck suddenly retracted.

He was horrified to find that even though Su Yi fell into a demon and slaughtered his fellow clansmen, he would not be able to deal with Su Yi in the slightest.

Seeing his trembling fingers, Su Yi gave a slight smirk, opened his bloody hand with lowered eyes, and tried to heal his wound with a cloud of black mist.

With a slight movement of Xiang Chongjing's hand, he drew a formation with blood in an instant, and the arm-sized formation suddenly appeared, instantly dispelling the three poisonous black mist in Su Yi's hand.

Su Yi paused, but before he could move, Xiang Chongjing coughed as if he had been hit, and choked up a mouthful of blood.

Breaking up the formation of the three poisons consumes the life of Xiang Chongjing.

Su Yi held Xiang Chongjing up, and for the first time a cold hostility appeared on his smiling face.

Xiang Chongjing tightly buttoned Su Yi's sleeves, and every word he said smelt strongly of blood.

"Kill me." He murmured, "I didn't intend to live, and I knew long ago that martyrdom is my destiny. Why do you..."

"Why stop me?"

Su Yi lowered his eyes and looked at him indifferently: "Don't you want the freedom I took for you?"

Xiang Chongjing saw himself reflected in Su Yi's eyes, and felt that he was a thoroughly despicable person.

He was silent for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

The freedom bought with countless blood is too heavy for him to accept.

Su Yi was silent for a long time, then suddenly let out a wry laugh, and said dully, "So...you don't want it."

Su Yi raised his hand and lightly pressed Xiang Chongjing's heart on the lapel, lowered his eyes as if he was looking at an object, as if lonely and self-deprecating, and said softly: "Xiang Chongjing, I really miss it." put your

Dig out the heart to see if the inside is made of ice and snow. "

Otherwise, why could he say "no" so cold-blooded and ruthlessly.

Xiang Chongjing was silent.

He got up, looked down at him, and said, "Since you don't want it, then stay here."

Then he turned and left.

Xiang Chongjing sat on the steps, staring blankly at his embarrassed figure, his palms ached.

He was imprisoned in Linglong Market for many days, and every day, a human figure made of black mist would bring him medicine, and Xiang Chongjing threw away the medicine bowl without even looking at it.

On the seventh day, Su Yi finally appeared.

Xiang Chongjing was looking up at the white catkins in the sky, and when he saw Su Yi, his gaze was just a random glance, without stopping at all.

Su Yi was not angry, and said lightly: "Go, I will take you to the leylines."

Xiang Chongjing finally raised his eyes and gave him a look: "Earth veins?"

"Yeah." Su Yi, "Will you go?"

Xiang Chongjing hesitated for a moment, then got up and said, "Go."

Su Yi trapped him in the Linglong Market where magic circles were everywhere, and he couldn't be free. Since he had the chance to go out, Xiang Chongjing would naturally not let him go.

The two went down the long steps of the underground palace, and finally reached the underground leyline.

The three poisonous fires of the earth veins will no longer burn, and the ferocious pool of blood that day has also been cleaned up. Xiang Chongjing caught a glimpse of the empty underground palace, and a strong bloody smell rose from his nose, forcing him to cover his mouth. Almost spit it out.

Su Yi glanced at him and said, "A Jing, do you know where the three poisons deep in the earth veins come from?"

Xiang Chongjing didn't know about it, and the Zongmen didn't tell him about it.

Su Yi laughed mockingly: "It's people's hearts."

The three poisons deep in the earth veins are the three poisons that have been deposited in the mainland of Kyushu for tens of thousands of years. The earth veins suppress the three poisons, but the cultivators absorb spiritual power without restraint in order to ascend to the Tao.

"The three poisonous fires burned the earth veins, turning the monks into evil beasts." Su Dao said, "In the final analysis, it is human beings who are to blame."

Xiang Chongjing's face was pale, and he didn't know what to say.

The underground palace was very quiet, and the further they went down, the more they could hear a strange sound, which seemed to be the dull sound of soil falling to the ground.

Xiang Chongjing was taken aback for a moment, looked around, and finally found a small frail figure beside the leylines.

The child was wearing the disciple's uniform of the sect, and was kneeling on the ground at this moment, pawing the soil on the ground vigorously with a pair of small hands.

Next to him were all the skeletons that had been burned by the three poisonous fires.

Xiang Chongjing stared blankly at that

The little figure staggered over.

The little child didn't know how long he had been digging here, his hands were already dripping with blood, and in some places his bones were even visible, but he didn't seem to know the pain, his eyes were dull, and he dug a hole with his hands, respectfully Carefully put a pair of skeletons next to it into it.

Xiang Chongjing's voice trembled slightly, and he murmured, "What are you doing?"

The child acted instinctively for a while in a daze, and then looked back at him blankly as if he had heard it.

Xiang Chongjing couldn't remember the child's name, only that he seemed to always run behind the pharmacist who died protecting him.

The child carefully identified Xiang Chongjing, and it took a long time before he let out a soft "ah", bowed his head and kowtowed with a wooden face: "Sovereign."

Xiang Chongjing's eyes were sour, staring at his bloody hands almost shed tears, he repeated blankly: "What are you doing...?"

"Contain the bones of the tribe." The child replied obediently, "I want everyone to be buried in peace."

Xiang Chongjing stared at him blankly for a long time, then suddenly bent down and hugged him in his arms.