Wu Changjie

Zong Ziheng fell into a nightmare.

He returned to the Kunlun Snowfield in his dream.Everything was extremely weird, he knew he was dreaming, he knew he shouldn't be here, this memory existed in the past, but he couldn't wake up.Not only that, the pain, the severe cold, the fatigue, the hunger, all the desperation that had been poured on him at that time, actually reproduced exactly at this time.

The blood from his wound turned into ice, his golden core seemed to be empty, and his body was losing consciousness step by step due to the extreme cold, from the extremities to the flesh and blood, just waiting for the moment when the fire of life was extinguished, he would freeze. It will devour him, or vice versa, the same ending.

He knew that he was going to die in this desolate, icy and snowy place, and the only thing he was lucky about was that he escaped with all his might and did not let Zong Minghe get his pill.

He fell in the snow, his thoughts became stiff along with his body, but all the things that happened in this short life came to his eyes quickly and clearly.

At this moment of dying, there are only two people left that he is willing to think about, his mother and Xiaojiu.

He hated Shen Shiyao before, and he couldn't face such a mother again, but when he looked back for the last time, what he remembered was the mother and son's mutual dependence in the deep palace, his mother's caring words and gentle comfort, and how she felt when she was wronged. Tears, if she hadn't been tortured by fate, she could have been a free monk and married someone who treated her sincerely.

His poor mother, if she didn't hurt the people he cherished, he would die for her.

But he has to protect Xiao Jiu, who is his favorite person who is also willing to give everything.

He will die in this vast and pale, but his Xiaojiu will live freely in the colorful world of mortals, which is enough.

His thoughts gradually scattered to the wilderness, his body was no longer cold and painful, he let go of love and hatred, gain and loss.In this extreme transparency, it was as if a ray of golden light descended from the sky, blatantly split open his spiritual aperture, and the huge gate of heaven slowly opened in front of his eyes, and he suddenly realized the mystery of the eighth heaven of Zongxuan sword .

But what was the use, he was going to die.

His body fell into a double sky of ice and fire, the extreme heat and extreme cold alternated, tearing him apart completely, he wailed vigorously, but couldn't make a sound, he was swallowed by the darkness.

"Big brother, big brother."

An urgent call came from the darkness, Zong Ziheng felt his heart was awakened, and jumped.It's Xiao Jiu, it's Xiao Jiu calling him, it must be Xiao Jiu!

Zong Ziheng struggled to "drag" his floating body back, and tried his best to open his heavy eyelids.

He woke up from the dream, but he looked at Zong Zixiao, still unwilling to believe that this was Xiao Jiu.

Zong Zixiao let out a sigh of relief, concealed his worry, and said coldly, "You're having a nightmare."

Nightmare... yeah.He dreamed of the moment when he was closest to death in his life. If Qi Mengsheng hadn't saved him, he would have died without a doubt.

When he was recuperating in Fenglinzhou, Zong Minghe secretly came to Fenglinzhou to ask for someone but failed, because the Cangyu Sect didn't pay much attention to the Zong family, and Zong Minghe was afraid of making the incident known to everyone, so he didn't dare to come hard.

At this moment, Li Xiangtong passed away, and before she died, she asked to set up another tomb for her and Zong Zimo when they returned to Shushan. Zong Minghe had to return to Daming angrily, and took Shen Shiyao to Shushan to threaten him to show up.

In order to save his mother, he went to Yunxi alone with his sword.

Everyone in the world knows what happened afterwards, but the truth has already been smeared several times, and it has become beyond recognition.

This was just his usual dream about the past, not really a nightmare, because a long, long time ago, every day of his life was a nightmare.

Zong Ziheng's pale face made Zong Zixiao's heart palpitate, he gently stroked his elder brother's smooth cheek: "If you are afraid of what you dreamed, just say it."

Zong Ziheng's empty gaze slowly turned from the void to Zong Zixiao's face.The nightmare brought about by the dream receded, and everything that happened last night was the next wave to come.He remembered how Zong Zixiao forced him to call out "Little Jiu". Under the torment of dying mad lust, he bit his lips and refused to say it.

Under the gaze of those gradually clear eyes, Zong Zixiao couldn't help feeling guilty.

The feeling of the body was returning to its place quickly, and Zong Ziheng felt that there was no pain in any part of his body, so he closed his eyes and turned around.

Zong Zixiao didn't allow him to turn his back on him, and pulled him over again: "You have slept for a long time, get up and eat something.

Zong Ziheng remained silent.

"Why, are you planning to pretend to be dumb?" Zong Zixiao said angrily, "You won't talk to me for the rest of your life?"

"..."

Zong Zixiao pulled him up, and the quilt on his body slipped off, revealing the love marks on his chest, which looked shocking.

Zong Ziheng looked at him indifferently.

"Why don't you call me?" Zong Zixiao couldn't help but asked in a rough voice.

Last night, this man had several orgasms under him, and he couldn't shoot anything anymore. He was in a daze, crying and begging him for mercy regardless of his dignity. Even so, he refused to call him "Xiao Jiu".

Why, if he didn't admit that he was Xiao Jiu, he was obliterating their past.Thinking of this, Zong Zixiao felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Zong Ziheng's red lips trembled slightly, and he murmured, "You are not Xiao Jiu."

"Then who am I!" Zong Zixiao growled.

If he is not Xiao Jiu, then who is he?He is not a descendant of the Zong family, he should not be surnamed Zong, he hates Lu Zhaofeng, he will never be surnamed Lu, his name, his background, and his family background are just shadows in the water, and when the wind blows, they will wrinkle terribly into the eyes.

Who is he, who can see his truth through this name that does not belong to him, who will still care about him when he has no name and no name, just the real him?

His mother is gone, his elder brother...his elder brother betrayed him, but he is still greedy for the warmth that his elder brother gave him. Under his appearance that makes the world fearful, there is actually a lonely person hidden... , The cowardly child is crying and waiting for the elder brother to save him.

But the eldest brother refused to save him, and even refused to recognize him.

The only person in the world who has seen Xiao Jiu said that Xiao Jiu is dead.

Who is he? !

Zong Ziheng shook his head: "Xiao Jiu...wouldn't treat me like this."

"How did you treat Xiao Jiu?" Zong Zixiao's eyes showed a fierce look, "Ask yourself how you treated Xiao Jiu!"

"Xiao Jiu won't do it to me..." Zong Ziheng couldn't help but shook his head.

"You are wrong. Xiao Jiu has always wanted to do this to you." Zong Zixiao smiled, his white teeth were as white as a blade, "Because I have felt since I was a child that you belong to me alone, so I forbid you married, so I swear that one day I will return to Daimyo and do everything I want to you."

Zong Ziheng still shook his head, he didn't believe it.

"Look at me." Zong Zixiao panicked his elder brother's shoulders and said sharply, "Look at me!"

Zong Ziheng looked at Zong Zixiao in panic.

"Whether you want to admit it or not, I am Xiao Jiu. You killed him, so he can only live here with me." Zong Zixiao beat his heart with his fist, "I am your man, you have to accept me." It's Zongzi Xiao, and Xiao Jiu."

"Stop talking." Zong Ziheng's eyes were bloodshot, his expression was crying, but his eyes were dry, as if he was ashamed to shed tears for such mutual torture.

"You don't want to call, I have plenty of ways to make you call." Zong Zixiao gently lifted his elder brother's forehead hair, and carefully looked at this face that made him love and hate. "We still have a long time."

Zong Ziheng gasped, terrified by Zong Zixiao's insatiable animal nature.The body that has been violated all night, compulsively remembers every touch, every bump, every kiss that Zong Zixiao gave him, his body is out of his control, how much it is to be molested by his younger brother Shame and embarrassment, obviously hated in the heart, but this body repeatedly and unscrupulously succumbs to sexual desire.

"Xiao Jiu" is his bottom line, the only fig leaf he has left. If this bottom line is also pierced, he doesn't know how to face Xiao Jiu and himself.

Zong Zixiao let him go.

Zong Ziheng retracted into the quilt, and buried half of his face in the pillow.

After a long silence, Zong Zixiao asked, "You talked a lot of nonsense in your dream."

Zongzi Heng froze.

"You're calling...how did Shen Shiyao die?"

Zong Zixiao once vowed to beat Shen Shiyao to ashes, to comfort his mother's spirit in heaven, but she didn't expect her to die early, so it was better for her.

Zong Ziheng whispered: "Kill yourself."

"Why, conscience discovered?" Zong Zixiao said coldly, "Does that poisonous woman have a conscience?"

For more than ten years, he had pretended to be gentle and weak, cared for his mother, had a deep sisterly love, won his mother's trust, and finally stabbed their mother and child the most ruthlessly and deeply.Such a person would have a heart?

For a long time, he refused to believe that his elder brother would betray him, but he used Shen Shiyao to convince himself that the same hypocrisy, the same insidiousness, and the same means of buying people's hearts, this mother and son are really in the same line.

Zong Ziheng was silent.After his mother killed his father, she committed suicide in fear of guilt. This secret, he will take to the grave.

"It must have committed suicide in fear of crime." Zongzi Xiaohan said, "The deaths of Zongzimo and Li Xiangtong are all related to her. Zong Minghe took her to Shushan to ask her to pay for her life."

"She is already dead, what else do you want to do." Zong Ziheng said lightly.

"Yeah, she's dead, I can't do anything to her." Zong Zixiao wrapped his fingers around his elder brother's hair, "Fortunately, I have you."

Zong Ziheng secretly tightened his grip on the quilt.

"What about Qi Mengsheng?" Zong Zixiao asked seemingly casually.

"..."

"Why did you call Qi Mengsheng's name in your dream?" Zong Zixiao's fingers slid from his elder brother's cheeks to his neck, licking everything he passed like a knife's edge.

"I dreamed of Kunlun."

"and then?"

"Kunlun...is very cold."

"Why did you and Zong Minghe go to Kunlun back then, and what did you dream about just now?" Zong Zixiao emphasized, "Don't perfunctory me, just tell me."

"Why did you go to Kunlun, don't you know?" Zong Ziheng tried his best to maintain his superficial calm.

"Joke, did he forge a sword for me?"

"He didn't want to make his family scandal public, and all the preparations were ready, so he simply went to Kunlun as originally planned, and changed to alchemy, but Li Xiangtong died, and the matter of alchemy was over."

Zong Zixiao reluctantly accepted this seemingly flawless explanation: "What about Qi Mengsheng?" He felt sour again.

"I dreamed about the heavy snow in Kunlun. It was too cold. I don't remember anything else."

Zong Ziheng squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, before saying: "After the new year, I will go to find Qi Mengsheng, if you let me know what you are hiding from me, I will not spare you."