The original misunderstood me! ! !

Wen Yue prepared the soul search materials in advance, and in the dead of night, he avoided the crowd again and came to the library.

The book collection building in the middle of the night was exceptionally quiet, and the open flame talisman emitted a bright light, dyeing the whole small building with a faint yellow halo.

The fog outside the building was still thick and white, and there was no distinction between day and night.

Wen Yue didn't dare to stay longer. After entering the first floor, he found the bookshelf that he had stayed in during the day, and carefully examined the location of the books. After confirming that they were the same as those in his memory, he reached out and pulled out the "Ten Ten "Soul Art", turn to the side that has not been finished, quickly spread the "Soul Art" on the rice paper brought, and then smooth the pages of the book, put "Top Ten Soul Art" back to its original place, Dao came to a cave on the mountainside of Bizhu Peak.

Bizhufeng is full of aura, and there are many spiritual springs and caves.This is a small cave that Wen Yue discovered when he was familiar with the terrain. It is hidden in the depths of the forest, and the entrance of the cave is covered by many vines. It is wide and full of holes.

Wen Yue was curious at the time, went in to have a look, but didn't mention it to anyone.

This time of searching for the soul, but it happened to be used in this place, which can not only avoid people's eyes and ears, but also the "leeward place" required for performing the soul searching technique.

After a stick of incense, Wen Yue found the cave based on his memory, put his knife on the ground, brushed away the weeds and vines taller than a person, and burrowed into the cave with a short body.

He played a few fire talismans, and the surroundings suddenly lit up, revealing rock walls covered with ferns and strangely shaped rocks.

Wen Yue took a deep breath, took out the prepared cinnabar, bright candle, and three yellows from the Qiankun bag, took out the small bowl and medicine pestle, ground the cinnabar into powder, mixed it with the three yellows, lit the bright candle, and used a special According to the records in "Ten Great Soul Arts", the powder is scattered in different places in the cave to form a closed soul searching space.

Then, he took out the rice paper that had been folded into small squares from the skirt of his clothes, spread it out, and recited the mantra silently several times until he memorized it by heart.

Finally, he took out the thing of the soul from the Qiankun bag - a stack of demon world talismans left by the original owner, which he had never touched, and hung them in the center of the formation, becoming the heart of the formation from all directions.

After all this is done, the time has come.

Wen Yue's palms were sweaty, his nerves were always tense, and his forehead was also wet with sweat, making his temples look like crow feathers and his face cold and pale.

In the dark silence, he opened his lips and chanted the spell silently, as if waiting for an unknown verdict.

However, after a full incense stick of time passed, the entire soul search array did not respond at all.

Is it? The soul mantra is wrong?Or? For some other reason?

Wen Yue's heart seemed to be bound by a net, which became tighter and tighter, almost feeling like suffocation.

The whole person seems to be hanging in the air with a thin thread, precarious and ready to break at any moment.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and checked the casting materials and soul spell again—it seemed that he hadn't made a mistake.

Wen Yue planned to try again.

He tried his best to calm his heartbeat, touched the cold sweat on the black robe, checked the position of the powder again, and confirmed the soul spell over and over again against the rice paper.

This time, after the spell, the formation finally reacted!

I saw the slight wind suddenly rolled up on the ground, blowing the blue-black powder and gray-white talismans, forming a dark vortex.

The vortex rises from bottom to top, getting bigger and bigger, and more and more fierce. The surrounding vegetation is uprooted, rocks are rolling, and even the hard mountain walls are cracking.

"boom--"

Suddenly there was an explosion sound from the center of the vortex, and the gray mist disintegrated, smashing the talismans left by the Demon Lord into pieces.

Gray and white fragments fell from the sky like scattered flowers, like a snowfall in the dark night.

——Omen of soul extinction!

Wen Yue's eyes darkened, and the thin thread that tied the last ray of hope snapped and was broken by the wind.

He seems to have fallen from a height of ten thousand feet, foreseeing the end of his death without a place to die, and also like falling into a bottomless deep sea, unable to move as if his body was filled with lead. Wet and thick sea water is completely submerged...

What should I do?

The Demon Lord is dead.

Is he going to be trapped in this body forever? To bear the responsibilities and obligations of the original owner, to be a substitute that no one will ever know?

So what is he?How should I face it? Yu Zheyuan?

The surroundings became quiet again, and the gray powder mixed with the debris of talismans was scattered everywhere?The grass and trees that suffered from indiscriminate disasters were crushed into mud, and the cracked mountain walls left behind will forever bear wounds.

In the chaos, Wen Yue suddenly felt a sense of despair.

Even though he had imagined the worst outcome, Wen Yue was overwhelmed and brought to the brink of collapse once again by personally confirming this and losing the last sliver of hope.

He hastily cleaned up the scene, and flew back to Yunyu Pavilion with his sword in a daze. The moment he opened the door, he found a figure standing by the bed, looking back at him.

Was it? Yu Zheyuan.

At that moment, Wen Yue had the urge to turn around and run away.

Is it? The last sliver of rationality tripped him, and Wen Yue didn't leave, and nailed himself in place abruptly.

However, he couldn't hide his tired expression. Wen Yue showed an almost bitter smile, and said hoarsely, "Why is Xianjun here?"

"If you can't sleep, I'll come to find Ayue." Yu Zheyuan's voice was gentle.

At night, there were only a few wind lanterns left in the Yunyu Pavilion, and the lights were dim, as if they were smudged into the darkness. Yu Zheyuan actually didn't see Wen Yue's expression clearly.

He could hear the hoarseness of Wen Yue's voice, but he thought it was because Wen Yue just knew a certain result, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.So he took the initiative to take a step forward, and gently hugged Wen Yue.

Wen Yue: "..."

It was clearly a gentle hug that used to make his heart beat faster, but at this moment, Wen Yue felt that Yu Zheyuan was like the net that bound his heart, strangling him hard, just touching it would cause blood dripping.

He really didn't have the strength to give any response.

Just standing there makes me feel like I'm dying.

Yu Zheyuan was keenly aware of Wen Yue's stiffness, and let go of his hand, only to realize that his face was not right?

"...Ayue, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Wen Yue said in a low voice, "It's late at night, Xianjun, go back to sleep."

"...But? I can't sleep." Yu Zheyuan's voice was soft, and he paused every word, "Without A Yue's company, I will have nightmares."

Wen Yue was extremely tired: "I just came back from sword practice, and my body is dirty."

Yu Zheyuan: "How could I dislike you?"

After Yu Zheyuan finished speaking, he went to grab Wenyue's wrist—usually he didn't even pull it? With pulling Wenyue, he didn't even have a hinting look? No need, Wenyue can know what he thinks and do for him anything.

However, when he held Wen Yue's wrist, he felt that Wen Yue's arm was tense, as if he was resisting.

"...Aren't you willing?" Yu Zheyuan's voice cooled down.

Wen Yue: "...I just? just want to be quiet."

"There is a calming incense in the house, and Xianjun can use the calming spell I found two days ago to help you sleep." Wen Yue said, "A Yi and I tried it, and it was very useful."

"But? Right? I'm useless." Yu Zheyuan said.

"Xianjun hasn't tried it yet, why not? Try it?" Wen Yue said, "Or? Do you need a blood sacrifice?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Yue took out the Yan Luo Dao, turned his wrist and was about to cut his own finger, but Yu Zheyuan stretched out his hand to block it, and the long saber fell to the ground with a "bang!".

"No? Use it." Yu Zheyuan stared at Wen Yue, a storm brewing in his amber eyes, "...I don't want useless things."

Wen Yue's heart ached sharply, but Yu Zheyuan didn't? Looking at him again, he walked away.

Wen Yue stood alone, like a lifeless puppet.

After a long while, he moved and bent down to pick up the knife.

He walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down, clutching his chest.

It hurts.

Like? An empty hole.

Wen Yue pinched his finger in the Yunjin quilt, thinking, he finally hurt Yu Zheyuan.

This was the first time the two had quarreled since he wore books.

Normally, Mozun and Xianjun wouldn't even fight? They would probably quarrel.

He hurt innocent people because he couldn't control himself.But if you continue to make mistakes, it's not fair to yourself or to Yu Zheyuan.

Wen Yue forced himself to calm down, trying to conduct an objective analysis.

Some crazy ideas gradually took shape, as if drinking poison to quench thirst, took root in his mind?

if?……

If he tells the truth and tells Yu Zheyuan that he is a person who wears the soul, not to mention that his own life can? Can? Can? Save, Xianjun knows that the Demon Lord has passed away, will he? No? Leave, let him go?

After all, in the description of the original book, Yu Zheyuan has been "living and dying together" with the Taoist couple.Situ Yi also said that Xianjun could not? Without Mozun, they were each other's fate.

So what about "heli"?Will it be better?

If he proposes "reconciliation", Yu Zheyuan will be sad and even resent him, but there should be no fear for his life.

Hate lasts longer than love. This is his last bit of selfishness. He doesn't want something to happen to Yu Zheyuan.

In case there is still such a [-]/[-]th hope, his soul search technique is wrong, and the Demon Lord is still alive or can be reincarnated. After he finds a way to return to the present world, at least change his body, the Demon Lord may Can you still? Come back and explain everything to Xianjun.

If? One day, they will definitely rebuild the old one.

Then let him be the only villain?

……

No? Yu Zheyuan's coughing sound came from afar, and the sound became more and more intense, which made Wenyue's heart tense.

Wen Yue exhausted the last of his self-control, so he didn't go to visit.

After a while, the sound of coughing? Gradually subsided.

Wen Yue was silent for a long time, took out a sleeping talisman from his sleeve, and patted it on his head?

It's a pity that the sleeping charm can only make people fall asleep, but it can't stop people from dreaming.

Wen Yue fell into some sporadic and illogical nightmares. For a while, he dreamed that Yu Zheyuan fell into a pool of blood and turned into a bone, and for a while, he dreamed that Yu Zheyuan knew that the demon was dead, killed him with a sword, and died in love.

He couldn't find peace in his dream, and he had to think hard to weave one lie after another.

What about "Left and right protectors want him to return to the Demon Realm to take charge of the overall situation, doesn't he? He wants to stay in Bizhufeng again", "The relationship fades after a long time, I don't seem to like you so much"...

No matter whether telling the truth will hurt both sides or weaving lies to promote reconciliation, it seems that every road is a dead end.

The chaotic dreams are like scenes of absurd drama, and the last scene stays in Yunyu Pavilion, where he is sleeping on this mahogany low bed?.

"Aren't you? The Demon Lord..." In the dream, Yu Zheyuan stood by the bed, bleeding from the corners of his lips, and his eyes were full of hatred, "Give me back my Taoist companion!"

He sacrificed He Gu, and with a flash of cold light, he stabbed at Wen Yue's heart!

"what--!!!"

Wen Yue woke up from the nightmare and sat up suddenly.

It was not yet dawn at this time, and the surroundings were dark, only the light of the wind lamp outside the house was jumping and flickering, and there were grotesque ghosts falling down.

Wen Yue was horrified to find that a person was sitting by the bed, looking down at him.

"...Xianjun?!"

Yu Zheyuan was dressed in thin white clothes, hadn't slept all night, his complexion was so pale that it turned blue, but his eyes were like unfathomably deep lakes, staring at Wenyue all the time.

"It's me, I still can't sleep, so I came to you." Yu Zheyuan said softly, "Did Ayue have a nightmare?"

Can Wen Yue say something? Speak up.

Yu Zheyuan's eyes are extremely beautiful, when he stares at people seriously, it often gives people an illusion that they are almost drowning in them.

Wen Yue, however, felt suffocated, and there was still a trace of fear that said no? Debut was unknown, confusing nightmare and reality.

"Aren't we? We're going to quarrel, okay? Okay," Yu Zheyuan didn't seem to notice Wen Yue's, right? He grabbed Wen Yue's wrist and said with a sigh, "I'm really sad."

"……it is good."

"Ayue is still angry with me?"

"……No."

"Let me pour you some water to drink."

After Yu Zheyuan finished speaking, he walked to the table, picked up the white jade teapot, and really started pouring water.

Only then did Wen Yue's beating heart subside a little - just now when he woke up and saw Yu Zheyuan, he thought he was in a dream.

In the blind spot of Wen Yue's vision, Yu Zheyuan lifted the jade pot, and at the same time pouring out the body of the pot, a tiny white elixir fell from his sleeve, fell into the teacup, and disappeared in an instant.

——Tuzhen Dan.

Yu Zheyuan lowered his eyelashes, shaking his teacup unobtrusively.

In fact, he didn't want to use this method on Wen Yue.

But during this period of time, Wen Yue was too abnormal, no matter how coaxed, how close he was, even he instructed Luo Yu to let Wen Yue know that the Demon Lord was "dead", wouldn't he have any doubts and worries, just like before Just be obedient and like him...

Why is he still? No? Happy?Even started avoiding him?

Yu Zheyuan felt irritated like never before.

Tuzhen Dan can make people express the most true thoughts in their hearts, and expose everything to others.

Especially the first sentence represents the strongest desire in this person's heart.

What if? He says he likes me...

Yu Zheyuan thought, then he can forgive Wen Yue and let him stay by his side.

Yu Zheyuan covered his sleeves and poured tea. For a while, the only sound of water falling into the teacup could be heard in the room.

Wen Yue stared blankly at Yu Zheyuan's shadow, those crazy thoughts grew and grew like vines in his heart, and turned into a highly poisonous plant, entwining his internal organs.

Absolutely can't go on like this.

He thought, no matter what, he couldn't play the demon king anymore.

Yu Zheyuan sat by the bed and handed the teacup to Wen Yue.

Wen Yue took it, his eyes glanced over the clear warm water, without any doubt, he drank it down in one gulp.

The warm water went down his throat, creating a slightly drunken heat. Wen Yue felt his heart start beating faster for no reason, his palms were covered with sweat, and his whole body was full of emotions as if he was drunk.

All kinds of thoughts buried deep in my heart are mixed and fused, surging and clamoring in my mind, and I urgently need to find an outlet to vent.

what happened?

...has he finally lost his mind?

Wen Yue lowered his head in a daze, looking at the blue veins on the back of his hands, which visibly throbbed one after another.

Somehow, the poisonous strain stretched out a long thorn, pierced his throat, and controlled his voice?

Yu Zheyuan's bewitching voice rang in his ears: "A Yue is right? What did I say?"

"We..." Wen Yue heard himself? He said in a controlled manner, "Let's make up."