[The Patriarch of the Devil's Path Wang Envy's Colleagues] I'm so sad

Different from the bright and cheerful dreams before, this time, Lan Wangji seemed to fall into a cloud of black mist, and someone kept calling in his ear, but it seemed that he couldn't hear it clearly because he was separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.When I opened my eyes in the mist, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, ghosts crying and wolves howling.Looking from a distance, a thick black resentment, boundless, sweeping the land of all things.He trudged with difficulty, approaching the center of that resentment, trying to reach out and grab the thin young man wrapped in the black mist, but he couldn't reach it no matter what.Seeing the man's unruly face and aggrieved eyes struggling and hesitating in the darkness, Lan Wangji's eyes filled with despair turned into gurgling blood, which sprayed from his chest to every inch of the ground under his feet.

"HanGuang-Jun, you are also here to take the place of the Daoist, accepting me as an evil heretic? Good, good, death at your hands, it would be the best."

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, wake up, wake up..."

"Lan Wangji, are you addicted to acting? Stop pretending, no matter how much you pretend, I won't show mercy."

"Lan Zhan, open your eyes and look at me, you, don't scare me."

Unable to distinguish between dream and reality, the noise in the dream and outside the dream poured into the sea of ​​consciousness, like sharp but contradictory sharp knives, tearing desperately in two opposite directions.The heart-wrenching fear, despair and regret that came from nowhere rose up in his chest, wrapping him tightly, leaving no room for him to struggle and escape.The shady air that spread to the blood and bone marrow of the internal organs seems to have taken root in the body and produced fruit.The vines and vines pierced through the meridians, cracked the bones, stretched out the cold knife with claws and claws, cut through the flesh and blood, swallowed them alive, and the pain increased endlessly.

Wave after wave of heart-cone and bone-cutting superimposed like an overwhelming sea, such painful torture, people would rather die.But the call in his ear and the arms tightly wrapping around him pulled back the consciousness from the edge of the cliff again and again.Both hands tried in vain to grab something, but there was no strength left. The whole body was already dying due to the boundless pain, and was weakly slumped in Wei Wuxian's arms.Lan Wangji's eyes were so heavy that he couldn't open them, his breathing was so forced that he was like a gossamer, and he almost exhausted all his vitality before making a barely audible weak voice: "Wei Ying...Wei Ying..."

"I'm...I'm..." Wei Wuxian held Lan Wangji tightly in his arms, the boy was much lighter than he imagined.The glaring blood kept spilling out of his mouth, and he couldn't stop it no matter what, Wei Wuxian was so anxious that he couldn't do anything, like a trapped animal, there was nothing he could do except Yujian desperately.

Painful calls pierced his heart like sharp sleeve arrows, Lan Zhan kept calling him, why?Wei Wuxian's heart was filled with fear, separated from past and present, through countless wars and bloodshed, he almost forgot many people and many things.The past is in the past, he thought he could let it go.But at this moment, the person in his arms was a person whom he cherished very much, but he could not get a single response.At the moment when his life was hanging by a thread, he called his name weakly and painfully.If he was willing to call him that in his previous life, Wei Wuxian even felt that he might be able to give up on rebirth and revenge.But now, there is only boundless despair and fear.

There was no color on Wei Wuxian's face, as if the man's gushing blood took away the blood in his body.Forcibly suppressing the surging past events in his heart, he desperately poured spiritual power into that person.But he could only feel the body in his arms getting colder, and even his voice was intermittent, and finally only a vague trill remained, which was still persistent: "Wei Ying..." Wei Wuxian's heart was also frozen inch by inch, and he bowed in vain. Putting his body against the man's forehead, he repeated over and over again: "I am, I am."

It was a short journey, but today it seems to be covered with thousands of ravines, and there is no end to it.Wei Wuxian seemed to have traveled the distance of two lifetimes before he saw the gate of Lianhuawu. In the next moment, he couldn't hold on any longer, his legs were weak, and he fell down from the chair while holding the person in his arms.Surprised by the countless fireworks sound transmission symbols, Jiang Fengmian, who was waiting outside the door with the whole family and Jiang's doctor, hurried forward to help.Wei Wuxian came back to his senses, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and didn't let go.

A group of people hurried to Wei Wuxian's bedroom, wanting to lay him flat on the bed, but the unconscious Second Young Master Lan clutched Wei Wuxian's sleeve, unable to let go and take it off.Wei Wuxian could only put the man half-lying in his arms, exposed his wrists, and urged the old doctor to repair.He didn't have the energy to pay attention to the stunned expressions of Jiang Cheng and the others, whether it was shock or surprise.

A roomful of people gathered around the couch, staring at the white-bearded and haired doctor of the Jiang family. The old man frowned tightly, and he was able to break out in a cold sweat even when he felt his pulse.Wei Wuxian's heart weighed a thousand pounds, sinking little by little, the tip of his teeth pierced his lips, but he was holding back the bloody smell, not daring to urge him.The bewildered Jiang family members in the room were all frowned by the two of them, and they didn't dare to speak out.

"Well, let's inform the Lan family immediately." The old doctor Jiang shook his head hastily: "Young master, there is an imminent end."

"No, yes, yes. Just take a closer look." Wei Wuxian's bloodshot eyes seemed to burst out of essence, staring at the doctor who had watched him grow up, he could barely suppress the desire to scream, The desire to push people away.

"Aying, don't worry, it's important to see Second Young Master Lan." Jiang Fengmian squeezed Wei Wuxian's arm, comforting the young man who seemed about to collapse.At the same time, he instructed the chief doctor: "Sir, you have all the pills in Lianhuawu, please mix them as you like, and saving people comes first."

"Jiang Cheng, take my token and go to Yunshen Bubu with your sword right now, don't delay for a moment," Jiang Fengmian ordered.The situation of the second son of the Lan family's direct relative in Lianhuawu, no matter what the reason or result, is a huge matter, and it cannot be explained clearly by a simple sound transmission talisman.It is the fastest and safest way to send the young master Yujian to invite people now.

Jiang Fengmian accompanied the chief doctor and the medicine boy to the storeroom to fetch the treasured medicines, and Mrs. Yu left with Jiang Yan to prepare meals. The room was emptied for a while, leaving only Wei Wuxian and the people hugged tightly in his arms .Although the old doctor said that there is no obvious benefit to infusing spiritual power, Wei Wuxian still doesn't stop, that's the only way, the only thing he can do.Even if the spiritual power is exhausted, even if it is life for life.

Annoyance, remorse, confusion and despair wrapped him up like a storm, Wei Wuxian was puzzled, why did this happen?After being reborn, he walked on thin ice every day carefully, as if everything was under control, as calm as he should have been at this time in his previous life.Only this person, why is it this person, all accidents and changes are only on this person.Wei Wuxian instantly remembered what the ghost king said, and he laughed at it as an inexplicable price.

"The profound affection of a person who has lost his heart." In his last life, he really had no hearty person.Could it be that the ghost king was not reconciled and wanted him to taste love first in this life before losing it?If that's the case, then that person shouldn't be, at any rate, he shouldn't be the Second Young Master Lan who hated him since he was a child.Lan Wangji will not please him, it is impossible to please him.However, the faint voice in my heart told me, if it wasn't the second young master Lan, who would you be happy with?No, not anyone else.

The cold touch spread from the clenched palms to all the limbs, the pale face of the person in his arms was bloodless, and he was so weak that he couldn't even hear his breath.In my memory, the second master Lan and Lord Hanguang were never so fragile, like porcelain that would break if touched.

Is it because the hateful ghost king saw through the desires in my heart, manipulated fate, forced you to force you, and you would rather die than obey, and resisted dying to get to this situation?Wei Wuxian guessed desperately.If this is the case, whether it is a ghost king or a god, can you come out and listen to me?Please, you guys, I don't want to be reborn, don't change, don't take revenge.I don't want anything anymore, I was wrong, I shouldn't be greedy.Thousands of mistakes are all my own fault, please, let the second young master be as heroic as in the previous life, and live in peace for the rest of his life.What's wrong with Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan is innocent, as long as he is safe and sound, I would like the ashes to return to the ashes.Anyway, it's all about me.

The bewildered person whispered so desperately and helplessly: "Please, can you hear... Please..."

The cause of disease has no root, and the disease has no clue, so we can only hang it with the millennium ginseng alpine snow lotus decoction.He reluctantly took a few of the angry and blood-replenishing pills, watching the blood oozing out of his mouth gradually stop, but there was still no sign of waking up.The cold moonlight in the middle of the night reflected on Lan Wangji's pale face, and Wei Wuxian wondered hopelessly if he had run out of oil and had no blood to vomit.

Reluctantly retracting the sleeves of the man's fingertips, he changed into a clean white coat.Sitting on the side of the couch, half body leaned against the man's ear, stroked the infinitely dark eyebrows over and over again, but no matter what, they couldn't smooth them out.Wei Wuxian couldn't hold it back any longer, the crystal clear pearl shone slightly, and strings of cold water droplets slid on Lan Wangji's forehead, face, and corners of his mouth.The taste of bitterness and hardship has flowed through the two lives.

Seemingly sensing it, the frail young man finally calmed down.The curled fingertips were relaxed, and the brows were slightly stretched, and even the short and weak breathing gradually calmed down.Wei Wuxian noticed something strange, and before he had time to call for someone, Jiang Fengmian had already walked in with the head of the Lan family and the head of the doctor who came with the sword overnight.

Avoiding all formality, Jiang and Lan, two old doctors who combined are over a hundred years old, huddled together in front of the bed, sometimes taking turns checking the pulse, and sometimes chatting earnestly.It lasted for half a stick of incense, and finally Qing Qinjun, the head of the Lan clan's doctor, got up and walked to Lan Xichen and Jiang Fengmian, and saluted, "Two lords, please rest assured that the second son is fine, and he will probably rest for a day. will wake up."

"Impossible, I didn't lie to you." Jiang Cheng was anxious when he heard it, and he didn't care about his own words causing ambiguity. Fortunately, everyone understood, and no one had the same knowledge as him.

Within a few hours, such a different pulse condition is indeed suspicious.It is inappropriate for the Jiang family to try their best and keep silent.Lord Qingqin looked at Lan Xichen, got acquiescence, and slowly considered his words: "Second Young Master's pulse condition is indeed abnormal, such a situation of a fierce sign but recovering in a short time has happened before. But it was only a short time, and it is not so dangerous. Old man The Chinese medicine practitioners of the Huitong family have not made an accurate diagnosis, so it can only be attributed to the discomfort of the body pulse due to the sudden increase in cultivation." Lan Xichen continued: "Thank you, Sect Master Jiang and everyone, for taking care of Wangji. It is impolite to disturb Wangji in a hurry Already, I will make a solemn visit to thank you some other day.”

"Where is it, Lan Er's young master Yingjie is also a classmate of Gouzi, as it should be. It is a good luck that there is no danger." Jiang Fengmian's heart that had been hanging all night finally fell back into his chest. "It's better for you to stay temporarily at Lianhuawu tonight, and make arrangements after the Second Young Master Lan wakes up."

"Then there is Sovereign Lao Jiang." Lan Xichen was personable and courteous. "Young Master Wei has also worked hard, can I spend a little more time?"

"Zewu-jun is polite, Wei Ying should explain in detail." Wei Wuxian thought that Lan Xichen wanted to ask about the details of Lan Wangji's itinerary today, thinking to himself, it seemed that there was nothing unspeakable.

It was late at night, and everyone else went to arrange the medicine soup, board and lodging by themselves, Lan Xichen signaled Wei Wuxian to talk outside the room.Turning back three times, subconsciously didn't want to take a step away from that person, but his relatives had arrived, so what was his status?

"Zewu-jun, today..." Wei Wuxian was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing where to start.

Lan Xichen seemed to be able to read people's minds, and the gentle and rainy voice sounded at the right time: "Young Master Wei, I know why Wangji came to Yunmeng." Unexpected question: "The lotus pod with stems is more delicious than the one without stems, but Mr. Wei said that I forgot to listen to it?"

"Huh? Oh, um." Wei Wuxian nodded in confusion.

It seemed as if the dust settled after getting this answer, and it seemed that this was a question that did not need to be answered.Lan Xichen sighed lightly and said, "Young Master Wei, Xichen has an unfeeling request. I don't know if it is convenient for you, Young Master?"

"Mr. Zewu is being polite, but it doesn't matter, as long as Wei can do it..." For the person on the couch, there is nothing that cannot be done.

Lan Xichen smiled slightly, and continued: "Young Master Wei worked hard all night, he should have rested, and as a brother, I shouldn't shirk. But, I think, if Wangji wakes up, it might not be my brother that he wants to see. So , this is Wangji’s change of clothes, can I trouble Mr. Wei to take care of it?”

"Of course, Wei will do his best." Wei Wuxian took the Qiankun bag in a daze, and walked back into the house in a daze.What does Zewu-kun's words mean?He felt that he might have used his brain power and mind too much in the middle of the night, and he couldn't tell what night it was.

Such past events are not worth mentioning.The bottom of my heart is turbulent, and I can't clean it up.Lingering for two lives, those things that are constantly reasoning, even I didn't realize

The affection suddenly hit like a tornado, but it disappeared suddenly and helplessly.It must be that the ghost king heard my prayer. When I wake up, I will leave when the person wakes up.The big man keeps his promises, no matter where he is thrown, he does it at will, without complaint.

In the morning, a ray of soft light, neither thick nor light, like strands of hair caressing the cheeks, warm and soft.

Lan Wangji woke up from a deep sleep, and the light in his eyes slowly gathered.He was still pale with insufficient blood, but his consciousness and energy were still good, and there was no more discomfort.The severe pain of dying yesterday seemed to be just a dream.

Wei Wuxian sat by the couch and stayed up all night.Seeing people wake up as they wished, what filled my heart was boundless gratification and pain and helplessness.Gently pinching the man's fingertips, he said with infinite gentleness but firm determination, "Lan Zhan, you're awake. I'll call your brother."

Lan Wangji sat up quickly, resisting the dizziness in his head and the turbulent air in his chest, wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders, and hugged the boy tightly in his arms whether it was a dream or reality.

Wei Wuxian couldn't move, and let Lan Wangji hold him.The tip of the nose is the person's quiet sandalwood, the chest is the person's rapid heartbeat, and the neck is the person's long breath.Wei Wuxian wanted to get into the warm embrace like this, and he was reluctant to part with all kinds of affections, but the remaining rationality prompted him to break free desperately.No, don't hurt that person any more.

He said shyly, "Lan Zhan, let go."

Lan Wangji didn't speak, but increased his strength, hugging the thumping boy tightly in his arms, refusing to let go.

This wordless embrace is too warm, too heavy, too painful, too real.The hoop hurt Wei Wuxian so much that he could hardly breathe.But it was so warm and soft that it was like chasing the unattainable harbor longed for by the two worlds, breaking the hard cocoon around him in an instant.Grievance, helplessness, remorse, loss, loneliness... mixed emotions can no longer be suppressed.Struggling helplessly, sobbing helplessly: "Lan Zhan, please, let go..."

Lan Wangji refused to let go at all, his light glazed eyes were full of flexibility, and his cold and low voice hit his ears: "Wei Ying, I will never allow anyone to hurt you."