You are the black one!

Anya turned around and left, Xiao Wu caught up with him and stopped him, "Just treat it as my favor."

Anya turned around, pointed at Xiao Wu's nose and stared, "Okay, wait for me here, I still owe it, what's wrong!"

I managed to avoid that god of plague, let me go back now, it's either you have a brain twitch, or I took the wrong medicine!

Cherish life and stay away from plague gods!

Xiao Wu lowered her eyes, hesitated, "He..."

Anya struggled to shake him off, "I won't go, whoever you love will go!"

Ya is sick!

Actually sympathize with that bastard? !

Who is Li Zhetian? At the age of 15, he was powerful in the underworld. At the age of 20, he unified black and white.

Xiao Wu caught up again and grabbed An Ya's sleeve, "An Ya, Xiao Fei... is no longer here."

Anya scolded without turning his head, "Damn it, I don't care!"

Come back to your senses after scolding, Xiaofei?

Zhao Xiaofei?

Anya turned his head suddenly, unbelievable, "Who are you talking about? Zhao Xiaofei?!"

Xiao Wu nodded lightly.

An Ya couldn't believe that the living treasure could disappear from the world, and even if he wanted to, could they accept him?It's not too much trouble, and someone surnamed Li can make him disappear?Haven't demolished the temple of Lord Yama!

"Didn't you take that bastard to find Zhao Xiaofei that day?"

Xiao Wu smiled wryly, "Yes."

Anya asked, "Why did that person die?"

Xiao Wu said, "That day, we went to the cemetery, and Xiao Fei was there... for three years."

Zhao Xiaofei... is dead?

Suddenly felt unreal, maybe Li Zhetian's vows have affected his thinking, maybe he can't believe that such a dazzling person can be willing to lie in the mud to rot, his existence is deeply rooted.

Such affectionate eyes, such tenderness, are only for him.

Deep love, only belongs to him.

Li Zhetian, I don't know if he will go crazy.

I remember the last time I fell into the water, someone told me that Li Zhetian almost collapsed.

Just a substitute, just a similar face, can make that strong love break through the disguise and reason.

Even with the harsh words on his lips, he could feel that under the cold exterior was a scorching hot heart.

Li Zhetian, are you finally going to face reality?

Your true love doesn't leave you, it just...disappears.

Xiao Wu saw An Ya's hesitation, "An Ya, he is... very bad right now."

Anya grabbed Xiao Wu and yelled, "Whether he's good or not, it's none of my business!"

Abandoning him bitterly, An Ya turned his head and left.

I am also a victim, why should I step into the mud again and suffer from it again?

Don't go, even if killed!

Xiao Wu didn't catch up, and stood there, hissing and roaring, "Yes, it's none of your business, and it's none of my business, but he is the one Xiao Fei loves, and Xiao Fei would rather give his life to protect him." You can leave and I will never keep you, but he...he will never be Li Zhetian again."

Not Li Zhetian anymore?Who would that be?

An Ya stopped in her tracks.

Weishan Cemetery.

Anya followed Xiao Wu slowly.

"He's in there."

Xiao Wu pointed to the people in the group of tombstones on the mountain, he seemed to be sitting there dressed in black.

Thinking of that person's previous violent methods, An Ya couldn't move his feet, regret it, let that girl fool you, this is not asking for guilt!

Xiao Wu gave Anya a push, "Go quickly."

An Ya nodded, and walked slowly up the mountain, seeing each other as soon as they met, at worst, running again, anyway, we are familiar with this route.

While planning the escape route, he moved up.

The man was dressed in black, easily recognizable in the pure white marble tombstone.

As the distance shortened, An Ya's eyes widened and his heart beat faster and faster.

Who is this...

What about the confidence in his eyebrows?

What about his gloomy and cold eyes?

What about his unrestrained and charming demeanor?

The person in front of him was haggard, extremely thin, with stubble all over his face, and his black clothes were messy and dirty, which seemed to have not been changed for a long time. There were a large number of empty wine bottles scattered under his feet, and there were several bundles of unopened wine beside him. .

It seems that he only lives for drinking.

I can't believe it, this is Li Zhetian, the Li Zhetian who turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain!

His name is heaven in this city.

Li Zhetian is the sky.

But now?

Li Zhetian fell down in front of the tombstone, clutching a half-empty wine bottle in his hand, leaning against the tombstone, drowsy, but the stubble on his face couldn't hide his pale and lifeless expression.

If he hadn't been with him for a while, An Ya would never have recognized that this thin and decadent man was Li Zhetian.

It used to be radiant, but now it is decadent and depressed.

Too much contrast is unacceptable.

When I moved my feet, the wine bottle fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled down the mountain with a gurgling sound.

But it startled the sleeping people.

Anya backed away in panic, her heart beating like a drum.

He woke up, he was going to find himself!

Here comes the nightmare.

Li Zhetian slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy pupils were unfocused, they were lifeless like walking corpses.

Anya looked at him in surprise, the blood all over his body was about to flow backwards.

Li Zhetian looked blankly at the person in front of him, and then...closed his eyes!

Anya's heart tightened.

it won't be... the eyes...

Just when An Ya thought he was blind, Li Zhetian covered his chest, two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, his voice choked with grief, "Xiao Fei... did you come to see me..."

It turned out that he saw it, he saw himself very much like Zhao Xiaofei.

Xiao Fei stood in front of her, as beautiful as ever.

"Xiao Fei...Xiao Fei..."

Li Zhetian smiled weakly but gently.

Anya felt a sharp pain in his throat as if something was choking him.

Such a proud person stands on the commanding heights and looks at all living beings with a smile, and reprimands Fang Qiu with high spirits.

Now I can only sit on a rock and drink away my sorrows, and I am so delirious!

There seemed to be fire burning in his chest.

I don't know why I am angry, there is no reason, I just feel that even if he cuts his own flesh with cold eyes, it is better than this.

Li Zhetian shook his hand and raised the wine bottle again, as if only alcohol could keep him alive.

The anger in his chest gradually turned into depression, the oppression in his heart was unbearable, and he couldn't take it anymore, An Ya rushed over and slapped the bottle flying in his hand, shouting, "Li Zhetian, wake me up!"

Li Zhetian was shaken vigorously by An Ya, so weak that he couldn't support himself, but he refused to open his eyes.

I've come to see you, mother, why don't you dare to face me when you see me? !

An Ya roared, "Open your eyes and look at me!"

Li Zhetian smiled so tenderly that it made people feel distressed, "Xiaofei...don't be naughty..."

An Ya couldn't help it, grabbed the bottle and poured Li Zhetian's face full of wine.

"You fucking wake me up!"

After pouring cold water, Li Zhetian finally came to his senses, slowly opened his cloudy eyes, and then froze, "...Xiao Fei?!"

Anya wanted to deny it, but couldn't.

The turbid eyes seemed to burst out with dazzling brilliance instantly, and the decayed body was filled with the power of life.

Li Zhetian hugged Anya fiercely, his hoarse voice trembling slightly with excitement, "Xiao Fei, you are back, you are finally back!"

I could feel that the heavy hope was pressing on Li Zhetian the moment he saw him.

Anya turned to look for Xiao Wu, but saw his leaving back.

"Small……"

Suddenly the arm bent.

The sudden weight caused An Ya to almost be dragged to the ground, and he hurriedly supported himself up, only to find that Li Zhetian had his eyes closed tightly, his hands and feet were hanging limply, and he had already passed out.

In his drowsiness, the corners of his mouth curved gently.

At this time, several men in black came out from behind the tombstone, holding nutritional needles and black guns in their hands.

An Ya knew that he couldn't go anymore, and from the first step towards this person, he stepped into a bottomless swamp.

Li Zhetian was carried into the car, those people were so confident that they let An Ya sit next to Li Zhetian.

This is an excellent opportunity. It is better to hold Li Zhetian who is in a coma, and then run away, and go back to make a fuss with Chen Bo, which is better than staying with this person.

... But why can't you be ruthless?

The hand was already on Li Zhetian's neck, as long as he clasped it hard and shouted again, he could escape.

However, that hand just tidied up the turned-in collar and put it down.

I remembered that when I was 13 years old, I lost the chance to go to school.

At that time, school was an inseparable territory in a child's heart, and he had to guard it with his peers until the next successor took over.

But it was ruthlessly deprived, and at the same time, the most precious dignity was taken away.

Only after experiencing loss can one know the pain of being torn apart, and Li Zhetian, who was deprived of his lover by the god of death, is just like himself at that time, so helpless, so longing, but had to accept the cruel reality .

They locked themselves in a room with Li Zhetian.

The doctors and nurses carried out the treatment in an orderly manner, each performing their duties. Only An Ya sat on the other side of the bed, watching quietly.

After shaving off the stubble, Li Zhetian's cheeks were obviously sunken.

The body under the quilt is so thin that only a skeleton is left, and the abrupt joints support the silk pajamas.

scary.

The nutrient solution dripped into the body slowly, and Li Zhetian woke up quickly with the supplement of nutrition.

The moment his sanity recovered, Li Zhetian called softly, "Xiao Fei!"

Anya subconsciously responded.

Li Zhetian opened his eyes and saw the person sitting next to him. He was pleasantly surprised, but he did not lose his mind completely after all. He watched nervously for a long time, the light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he let out a sigh, "An Ya."

An Ya smiled, "Long time no see."

Suddenly, Li Zhetian tore off the needle on the back of his hand, knocked down the shelf hanging the nutrient solution like crazy, and yelled hysterically, "Get out—get out————"

A drop of blood came out from the needle, and the nutrient solution bag exploded on the ground, splashing everywhere.

An Ya rushed forward and grabbed Li Zhetian with a punch!

Li Zhetian was so weak that he was knocked over and fell heavily on the bed. An Ya went up and punched him hard again!

Blood gushed out of his nasal cavity.

"Li Zhetian, Zhao Xiaofei is dead, so fucking wake me up!"

An Ya roared, and threw him on the bed forcefully, "Don't you hate him to death? What are you doing now, Li Zhetian, how noble you are, it's so strange to be beaten by someone! You kind of like me!" Fight back, kill me!"

Li Zhetian got annoyed, he struggled to get up and punched An Ya hard.

An Ya didn't dodge, and took the punch alive.

When Li Zhetian raised his fist again, he faced Anya's smiling face.

Xiao Fei...

Anya said loudly, "I am Anya!"

Li Zhetian's face was covered with nosebleeds, that punch had exhausted all his strength, although he was exhausted, but his eyes were sharp, "An Ya, you are courting death!"

Li Zhetian pounced on him, beating, kicking, or even biting, venting on An Ya like crazy.

In fact, he had no strength left, his fist hit his body as if he fell down.

Li Zhetian's voice was choked with beating and beating.

Xiao Fei is really gone.

No matter how much this person resembles him, it cannot be him.

Xiaofei, Xiaofei...

"Ah--ah--"

Deafening and hysterical, it was the man's extremely sad neighing.

Anya walked out of the room and closed the door quietly.

The doctor waiting outside the door was about to go in with a medicine box, but An Ya stopped them, "Don't inject the sedative."

The doctor said in embarrassment, "But Brother Tian's body..."

Anya shook his head, "Sometimes, venting is the best medicine."

The howling gradually turned into weeping, and the sound was heart-piercing.

Anya seemed to see his 13-year-old self, weeping in the middle of the night on the curb.