The original misunderstood me! ! !

Wen Yue seemed to have had a big absurd dream.

In the dream, reality and memory are intertwined.He? saw that woman crouching in front of her, staring at him with a pair of eyes with heavy make-up, the corners of her bright red lips curled up, proudly showing off: "From now on, your father will be mine. "

Little Wen Yue clenched his fists, his face turned red with hatred.He? Wanted to fight back, but hit? But this was an adult who was? much taller than him.

Just at this moment, a sword with a handle flew into the air.The light of the sword was like water, with a piercing cold light, and a sword pierced the woman's chest.

She fell down and turned into a writhing green blood snake.The sword-bearer, dressed in white clothes Ruoxue, indifferently wiped off He Gushang's blood, and walked towards him.

"Ayue, don't be afraid."

Wen Yue was even more panicked, stumbled, turned around and ran away.

"Come back!" the man said, "The abyss lies ahead!"

Wen Yue's footsteps didn't stop, he gritted his teeth, and jumped straight down.

"what--!"

Wen Yue woke up from the nightmare.

His whole body was drenched with sweat, and his heart was pounding like a rapid drumbeat.

The memory in the colorless array rushes towards his face. He remembers that the world is collapsing like the end of the world, and when he was in the most pain, he fell into the arms of someone.

Yu Zheyuan's embrace is like their body temperature, not hot, like the cool wind in early spring, with a faint fragrance of concentration.

The hotness in the body was appeased little by little, like a stranded fish meeting water.

What if it didn't happen? Later...

Wen Yue's heart seemed to have been stabbed by a sharp knife, and there was a sharp pain - he? Now? What? What?

The pain in the body is no longer there, but I am still a little weak, but the confusion and burden in my heart are getting heavier and heavier, as if I am in a thick fog, and I am about to hit a precarious boulder beside a cliff at any time.

Wen Yue sat on the bed in a daze, unconsciously grasping the brocade quilt with his fingers, his fingertips turned white.

"Master, are you awake? Master?!"

Situ Yi's low voice came from outside the door, and Wen Yue came back to his senses: "...Come in."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was completely hoarse.The memory started to play tricks again, he thought of himself trembling under Yu Zheyuan's hands, making seductive voices uncontrollably, like complete surrender, and also like invitation and seduction.

No matter how chaotic the mind is, the body is honest. Regardless of ethics and morality, Yu Zheyuan has a fatal attraction for him.

This is the scariest thing.

Situ Yi walked in, usually smiling lively? His face was gone, his head was downcast, and his eyebrows were downcast.

He walked to Wenyue's bedside, and stroked Wenyue sadly: "Master, are you feeling better?"

Wen Yue: "... much better."

"Hey, one is cured, and the other is still sick." Situ Yi said with a bitter face.

Wen Yue:?

Wen Yue felt a sudden in his heart: "What? What do you mean?"

"In order to detoxify you, Master, the Immortal had no choice but to use forbidden techniques, which hurt your soul." Situ Yi wrinkled his whole face into a bitter gourd, "After the Soul Devouring Cauldron, his body's vitality was seriously injured, and everything he saw on weekdays was injure. It's the appearance, how bad it is in reality, only Xianjun himself knows."

"That day, the Immortal Lord sealed Yunyu Pavilion to detoxify you, Master. After you came out, you couldn't even stand upright, and kept coughing up blood."

"Until now, Master, you have been in a coma for two days, and Xianjun has been in a coma with you for two full days. But you are awake, he? He hasn't woken up yet," Situ Yi said, "Master, go and see Xianjun .”

The more Wen Yue heard it, the more uncomfortable he felt, with mixed feelings in his heart, he wanted to go but didn't dare, and finally was pulled out of the door by Situ Yi impatiently, and went straight into Yu Zheyuan's bedroom.

"Master, go talk to Xianjun, he? He will wake up earlier."

After finishing speaking, Situ Yi thoughtfully closed the door for them and ran to find Luo Yu.

Wen Yue: "..."

The slight bitterness of the herbal medicine wafted into the air. Even though Yu Zheyuan was still lying down, seemingly unconscious, the surrounding air was still contracted and compressed inch by inch, making Wen Yue a little out of breath.

He slowly sat down on the side of the bed, deliberately kept his distance from Yuzheyuan, his gaze was out of focus, and after a while, he slowly focused on Yuzheyuan's face.

Yu Zheyuan's face was no longer pale, but "pale", even his lips were colorless, and his breathing was so weak that he could barely feel it.

He? He lost weight again, Wen Yue thought.

To this extent of illness, Yu Zheyuan is still pretty.

They are like a god statue in a dilapidated temple, desolate because there are no believers, and a thin layer of frost covers their whole body in the snowy night.

However, their facial features are eye-catching, and jade carvings are generally carved into almost perfect shapes—even their pale complexion can't hide it.

Wen Yue closed his eyes.

Just sitting here quietly for a while, he felt dizzy and his heart ached.

Don't talk about talking to Yu Zheyuan, they dare not stay any longer.

Wen Yue paused, got up and planned to leave.At this moment, a hand stretched out from the brocade quilt and grabbed their wrists.

That hand was obviously cold, but Wen Yue felt as if he had been scalded by a soldering iron. He shook violently, and subconsciously wanted to retract it, but he held it back forcefully.

"...A Yue." Yu Zheyuan said softly.

Wen Yue was silent for a moment: "...What happened to Xianjun? Woke up?"

"I woke up just now." Yu Zheyuan blinked his eyes, "A Yi, this kid is quite active."

He gathered the strength to sit up.Wen Yue hurriedly put a soft cushion on the back of his waist, but he didn't touch Yu Zheyuan.

"Can Ayue feed me medicine?" Yu Zheyuan stared at Wen Yue.

Wen Yue: "...OK."

No matter what, Yu Zheyuan didn't hurt himself in order to save him, so he couldn't ignore it just because of his own selfish desires, and let the immortal king who didn't know what? hurt his heart.

The medicine stove was warming behind the screen. Wen Yue poured a bowl and came to the bedside.

The heat from the sapphire bowl blurred his vision, Wen Yue lowered his head, and carefully stirred the concoction with a porcelain spoon, trying to avoid seeing Yu Zheyuan.

Yu Zheyuan refused, and kept staring at Wenyue with those amber eyes, seeing Wenyue's cheeks getting hot, and then said: "Xi Wuming has already been sent to the Soul Devouring Cauldron."

Wen Yue: "...um."

"Thanks to A Yue for finding the eye of the formation this time." Yu Zheyuan said, "The colorless formation has been broken, and the undead in the formation can be gradually rescued."

"In addition to the Jade Blood Snake Neidan, there are also the Bone Sword and the Mirror of Rebirth. I put them all in A Yue's Qiankun Bag. These are A Yue's spoils of war."

Wen Yue remembered that Yu Zheyuan said that the person holding the bone sword can command the soldiers of the Yin, and the mirror can see the past and the future.

The magic weapon that can be used as the eye of the array is naturally rare and rare. He obtained it by himself, so he should be happy.

It can be heard that what Yue thought of was the bone that appeared in the mirror of the past life?

"I..." Wen Yue paused, clenched his fists, and pursed his lips into a straight line.

"What did Ah Yue see?" Yu Zheyuan immediately understood their expressions.

Being alone? The pressure of bearing the curse is too great. In addition to having nightmares related to that woman, Wen Yue also had many dreams about corpses in the past two days.

In the dream, sometimes he took a selfie in the mirror and found that what appeared in the mirror was a decayed skeleton.Another time, they dreamed that they were sleeping with Yu Zheyuan, and they couldn't help hugging each other and sleeping together.But when I woke up in the morning, my warm body from last night turned into a skeleton without temperature...

Wen Yue couldn't bear it any longer, and said, "I saw a bone in the future mirror."

When the voice fell to the ground, the room suddenly became very quiet, and even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be clearly heard.

A layer of mist formed in Yu Zheyuan's eyes, making it difficult for people to see clearly what he was thinking.

After a long time, they finally said in a warm voice: "...Does Ayue believe in fate?"

"I don't believe it." Yu Zheyuan didn't wait for Wen Yue's answer, "Otherwise I would have died in Yin Changli's hands long ago."

"..."

Wen Yue couldn't help but think of the previous life he saw in the mirror, of the young man in white who was stabbed in the chest by a bone sword, and was crushed by Yin Changli to crush the meridians all over his body, and was thrown away by the river.

There seemed to be a layer of gray in his heart, he couldn't help but think, if only he had met Yu Zheyuan earlier.

However, as soon as this idea appeared, Wen Yue forcibly dispelled it.

They said to themselves over and over again in their hearts that they shouldn't like Yuzheyuan.Even if you can't quit for a while, you must not go any further or let Yu Zheyuan know.

In this way, while distracted while feeding the medicine, Yu Zheyuan immediately sensed their absent-mindedness, and said, "Ayue."

Wen Yue looked at him subconsciously?

Yu Zheyuan supported the bed with one hand, and suddenly approached, leaving a clear reflection in Wen Wenyue's suddenly dilated pupils—he kissed their eyes.

Wen Yue shrank back suddenly, his eyelashes trembling violently.

"...What's wrong with you?" Yu Zheyuan sensed something was wrong, this was not Wen Yue's normal reaction.

"..." Wen Yue stiffened all over, and said in a low voice, "I'm just sad."

Yu Zheyuan paused for a while: "Why? Why?"

"Why did I suffer such a serious injury..." Wen Yue thought, he was moved by someone he shouldn't like, and became the kind of person he hated the most.

"I hope Xianjun can get better soon."

The intimacy between them was limited to that one time and should never be there again.

For the next few days, Wen Yue has been taking care of Yu Zheyuan, keeping a firm and silent distance from Yu Zheyuan.

At first, Yu Zheyuan keenly felt the changes in them, and persistently asked him why, but Wen Yue prevaricated him with various reasons.

Later, Yu Zheyuan didn't ask any more questions, because their condition suddenly became serious, as if they had suffered a double backlash, they were vomiting blood every day, and fell into a coma most of the time.

His complexion turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, no matter how much panacea he drank, it didn't improve.

Because of Yu Zheyuan's illness, Wen Yue temporarily forgot the emotional torment and became anxious.

Until this day, Luo Yu came back from sword practice and took the initiative to find Wen Yue.

"Mozun, you have been in poor health since you came down to Longyuan, so Master never mentioned it."

"But now that Master's soul is damaged, we may have to try that method."

The girl frowned with a worried expression, but her black pupils were like two whirlpools, sucking in all the light around her, revealing a faint danger.

"Have you heard of blood sacrifice?"