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"In the past six years, no one wears flowers, no one persuades wine, and no one cares about getting drunk. Do you really think that I will have nothing to worry about because I have avoided disasters?

I don't believe it either, you have guarded him for more than a hundred years, you are willing, without complaint or regret.

Ayan, what you believe will never change, you are sometimes very stubborn.However, with Mr. Orange, you wavered very early. "

"You could see it at the time, yes, I was shaken. Part of my purpose was to avoid being associated with you.

I treat him not only because of my dissatisfaction with others, but also after spending so many years in my free time, I finally come back with scars and hurt you again... The ending has not changed, but it has gone round and round. "

"When it comes to the sixth world...doesn't it still make him the sixth world?"

"He's useful." Qiu Yan coldly accepted the words. "You can't die yet."

"You told A Yang earlier?"

"Ah."

"Qiu Yan, to be honest..." Si Song said helplessly, "It's really hard to be a lonely person."

"In my eyes, you are not mentally retarded." Qiu Yan knew the subtext of the man, and naturally knew that he cared about his own feelings, and it was not easy to speak out. "It's true that purple is my ability, but it's not just my ability."

"What do you mean?" Xi Yang frowned, a little puzzled, "There is also a hidden Creator?"

Qiu Yan slowly swallowed a puff of smoke, "You guys thought it was right before, I am indeed the one who is most affected by the negative emotions of "Heaven", but this "Heaven" is not what you think That's it. "

"Second "day"? ! "

"His negative emotions are not lacking at all. Such a long-term accumulation... It's like a split second personality, but it's darker and has been suppressed."

""Heaven" also has the ability?Isn't he just thinking? "

"Why do you think you became so weak after losing his acknowledgment? His punishment is not only through Xiaoqian, the "executor".

His ability is colorless, we can't see it, it doesn't mean he doesn't have it, he has it, but it doesn't mean he often uses it. "

"You still express it like this." Si Song was a little surprised, "But that is to say, the ability of another "heaven" is purple, just like yours. "

"Yes."

"Does he have a body too?"

"I do not know."

"Honestly, Qiuyan, I don't think I've heard you talk so much since I developed the ability to communicate."

"Very tired."

"For such a long time, won't you be lonely if you don't talk?"

"Stay strong for today." Qiu Yan gave Si Song a blank look, with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone.

"Si Song..." Xi Yang knew that Si Song's words should not be said, so he shook his shoulder.

"So, the change in my body is related to another "day", isn't it? "

"Well. I will tell you, but you also need to know that there are some things that are inconvenient to say."

"nature."

"You are afraid that you were invaded by that "heaven". "

"Invasion?"

"Relentless is not as passionate as suffering, and an inch is worth thousands of strands."

"Qiu Yan... Will I become a ruthless person..."

"Maybe."

"No way?"

"There will always be."

"Is there no other way for 'God'? "

"He's afraid, it's not that easy."

"I can see it..." Si Song suddenly laughed, his eyes were filled with waves, like a strong wind blowing across the lake, sparkling, he seemed to have encountered something really funny, and he was happy physically and mentally, "Heaven" punished him You, it's just that he can't help the other side of him and vents his anger on you. "

"Some people hold swords, and some grow flowers." Qiu Yan's expression remained the same.

"Yes, yes, everyone is on the bright side, but someone has to support the darkness, right?"

Si Song originally wanted to make a joke, but after he said it, he realized how sad the joke was.

Qiu Yan didn't say another word, silently, took a deep puff of the cigarette, and her pretty fingers holding the pipe trembled slightly.

The branches hang low, covering the sun that is rapidly warming up in late spring. Through the layers of leaves, round and white light spots fall all over the ground. Autumn smoke sits in the shadows, and the leaves block what should have fallen on her. sunshine.

No one wants to fight against the world.

Someone always has to fight.

No matter how beautiful the flowers are.

"Go back." Qiu Yan indifferently saw off the guests.

"Today's tea is really good." Chang Xiyang smiled at her.

The figures of the two disappeared.I floated leisurely to her side.

"Standing in the dark, but only peeking at the light. You are also an interesting person."

"Shut up." She looked at me coldly.

I quietly shut up and leave.

……

"Ayan...sorry, that feeling..." came again.The bloodthirsty feeling came again.

The sweet, bloody breath circulated in the people beside him, bright red, warm, and flowing.

Without hesitation, Chang Xiyang unbuttoned his collar. The wound from yesterday hadn't fully healed yet.

He heard sucking sounds, swallowing sounds, low breathing sounds, muffled, ambiguous gasps in his throat.

Whoever closed his eyes, who shed tears again.

Waiting for hundreds of millions of years is not a long time.

After 130 years, there is definitely not a short gap.

Without the hibiscus warm tent, the Spring Festival is still very long.

I will not look at things that do not see evil.

But my heart seems to be trembling with anyone, warm and gentle.

If I have the heart.

"Ayang..." Si Song's voice was low and hoarse, with undiminished affection.

"Yeah. I'm here." He replied in a low voice, because of shyness and loss of strength.

The person in his arms shook his head and kissed his collarbone, "You are so gentle." Chang Xiyang blushed, so ashamed that he didn't know how to answer.

"But I can't bear it. You know that."

Of course he knew that Si Song was as gentle as if he treated the most cherished baby, but wasn't he?Chang Xiyang has always been a self-aware person, he knows how important he is.

So the hurt is deeper.

You stand on the tip of that person and dance, jumping and jumping in spiked shoes, and that person is still protecting you carefully, enduring the pain, and protecting you with trembling hands, for fear that you will fall off.

How can it not be deeply hurt?

But every time you take a step, you stab your own heart with a sharp knife, you also hurt, you cry, and every step you take is also a pool of bright blood.

Who can blame whom?

Who is wrong?

No one is to blame.

You say it depends on God's will, but you also say that man will conquer heaven.

The set of human submission and aggression are all moved.

Useless……

God is so high.

What about the two gods?

The Creator is not insignificant.

Flowers are beautiful, but they cannot always be planted.

They are all poor people.

"Ayang, I will..."

"Don't say it, Si Song. Don't say it. You love me."

"Well. I love you."

There is no heartless person.

It's just something dirty.

In the long years of waiting, something was lost.

Si Song loves Chang Xiyang deeply.

From the beginning of birth, until now, and the distant and near future.

He loves Ayan deeply.

It was supposed to be like this.

A story should be good from the start.

And a good ending that deserves it.

The process, even if it is long and tormenting, is quite worth it.

However, for two people who share the same mind, who will forget the other, who will forget the promise, and forget the heart of perseverance.

That's it...

Time flies, everything seems to never change, only the four seasons flow.

The bright moon is bright and clear, the stars are shining brightly, and summer flowers are everywhere.Without red candles, after the leisurely clouds return, the moon is in the old corner of the courtyard.

Si Song and Chang Xiyang sat around the table drinking wine and admiring the moon.

Si Song is in good condition, his bloodthirsty desire is weaker, and he occasionally falls asleep, but otherwise he is fine.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Chang Xiyang looked up at the bright moon and admired it sincerely.

The moonlight was clear, and he was covered with tulle, and his clean eyes were scorchingly bright in response to the moonlight.

As if he was about to disappear into the moonlight... Si Song suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

He felt a burst of anger and panic for no reason, as if that person had really left him, he panicked, he was at a loss, he began to lose his temper, dropped his glass, and asked loudly, making the person tremble with fear Eye sockets are red.

"Why did you leave me? Chang Xiyang? Huh?" He narrowed his eyes, clamped the man's thin shoulders hard, his eyes were dark.

"Si Song... Are you drunk, may I help you to rest?" Chang Xiyang became frightened, it was the first time he saw Si Song like this.

"Drunk? A Yang, do you want to get me drunk and then leave?" He was obviously very light-smelling of alcohol, not drunk at all.But it seemed like he was drunk and lost his mind.

"No, how could it be... Si Song, I won't leave you, you look at me, I'm by your side, Si Song!"

Chang Xiyang was in a hurry, the man was holding his hand harder and harder, he couldn't break free, and he was afraid of hurting the man, but Si Song didn't appreciate it at all, he leaned close to his neck and bit it hard, bleeding profusely , Chang Xiyang cried out in pain.

"Eat you... you are mine, right?" He chuckled twice, and bit on it again.

"Si Song! Please wake up! Please wake up!" Chang Xiyang was so helpless that he almost cried.

He could see that Si Song was serious, not some ambiguous love talk, he really ate it, bone and flesh, and took it apart, so he had to use force on him?

The blue light on Chang Xiyang's body gradually rose, Si Song felt pain in his fingers, and hurriedly let go.

For a moment, he woke up.

The face of the person in front of him was pale, and tears were still flowing. There were two hideous wounds on his white neck, obvious tooth marks, broken flesh, and blood on his chest.And him, with his trembling body, the fear in his eyes, and his resistance.

"Ah... Yang?" Is this what I did?Si Song stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his face, but Xi Yang backed away in fear, avoiding his touch.

"Ayang? Ayang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ayang is fine, it's me, Si Song. I just, just... I'm sorry, Ayang..."

He held Chang Xiyang's hand in a panic and kept apologizing, he didn't know what happened, he didn't know why he lost control.

"A Yang, yes, I will heal your wounds, I will heal your wounds. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of A Yang, the pain will stop soon. I will heal your wounds." He mumbled indistinctly, as if he lost his mind again, Kind of crazy.

Chang Xiyang was held tightly in Si Song's arms, and white light covered his wound. He couldn't feel whether the pain of the wound was gradually relieving, as if he had lost the sense of pain. He let Si Song hold him in a daze .

His mind was confused, he wanted to think, but it seemed as if all the nerves were disconnected suddenly, he was in a blur, what should he think?

what to dowhat happened?What is he going to do?he does not know.He lost the ability to think, Si Song just lost control, he really wanted to die, which made him... made him afraid.Let him just, even want to escape.

Is this... what Qiuyan warned herself?