The devil is me

The bright moon is pale, and the world is cold.

Wu Nian rushed towards Xi Buwen, although he was very close but seemed to be thousands of miles away, he forcefully wrapped this person who was completely in darkness into his arms.

Blood gushed out from Xi Buwen's fingers, mixed with physiological tears, and finally turned into a light pink. He slowly put down his hand, gasping for pain, but obediently let Wu Nian wipe and bandage him, If you have no thoughts, don’t be afraid, say that you don’t feel pain.Wu Nian tore off a piece of his clothes, and tremblingly stopped the bleeding for him. He waved his hand in front of Xi Buwen's eyes. Those eyelashes stained with blood did not even tremble. The star that people couldn't take their eyes off disappeared.

Such a beautiful pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that are always full of smiles, sly, sincere, determined, nostalgic, admiring, longing, with all kinds of eyes, thousands of streamers, and all kinds of expectations, just like this. there is none left.

He hasn't even had time to tell him how much he likes him.

Tell him to take a look at his almost overflowing love.

In the previous life, he couldn't, he didn't dare.

In this life he wandered, he missed.

Will not.

Will not.

Wu Nian was dazed and his fingers were stiff, as if he was having a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

Could it be that when they woke up, the two were still at the Lushun Inn, and Xi Buwen was arguing to come in, but he pestered him to apologize and make him happy.Maybe he should smile more and tell him that he is not angry, maybe he should make the bed softer and warmer, so that he can sleep peacefully and have a good night's sleep.

Or earlier, as early as in Ciyun Temple, he shouldn't have fought with him, so what if he gave up the ghost mother to him?At that time, his smile was so suave, his eyes were so bright, no number of famous sons could compare to him.

What am I going to do now?Wu Nian suddenly came back to God.

Yes, bandage.

The white cloth folded with difficulty under his cold fingertips, carefully circled around the brow bone, and finally passed through the ponytail and tied it behind his head.

Xi Buwen held the back of his hand resting between his eyebrows, and passed the temperature steadily.

He raised the corners of his lips, and said in a laughing voice: "I said long ago that you shouldn't practice penance. If you dress carefully, the fabric won't be as rough as sandpaper and grind my face."

At times like this, he was still in the mood for joking.

Wu Nian wanted to scold him for being unscrupulous, and imagined pushing him away like before, chasing and spanking his ass with a Buddhist pestle.

Or, like in the previous life, if he said stupid things, he would be fined to copy books, or he could be punished to stand, but he hated to be punished to stand.

But he didn't know that he was making him happy.

Afraid that he will blame himself, afraid that he will be sad, afraid that he will hurt what he hurts, and mourn what he mourns.

"Don't work in vain, what's the use of this rag?!" Shen Xinzhai didn't like to watch this kind of drama, his patience was almost exhausted, he roared hoarsely, hopeful and desperate, "Cure his eyes, don't you have a solution? It is called revival of severed limbs, reconnection of dead veins, cure it quickly!"

"Shen Xinzhai, how many people have you harmed, just because of your obsessions and selfish desires." Wu Nian is like a violent volcano that is about to erupt lava at any time. Subconsciously shrank his head slightly, he felt the fear of dying.

But Wu Nian is not Yun Chonghe after all.

He was powerless, this body couldn't use Heavenly Slash.

Xi Buwen pressed his back, and a pair of butterfly bones trembled under the fabric. He whispered, "Stop beating, you will suffer if you fight alone." , was already weak, with more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Wu Nian was worried about his injury, and was unwilling to fight, so she immediately leaned over and hugged Xi Buwen, wanting to leave.

Xi Buwen hooked his neck, buried his face in his chest, and pressed his forehead against his heart. He was very quiet and extremely soft. He was a little fox who was physically and mentally exhausted and injured.

Wu Nian was so distressed that he was willing to give anything to change his smile.

He can offer the bright moon in the sky and the pearls under the sea. He can open his chest and offer his heart.

Shen Xinzhai failed to achieve his goal, and was burning with anger. He prostrated himself in the mud, his face was not sure whether it was tears or sweat, his hair hung sticky on his cheeks, he was desperate, like a lunatic.

He begged, as if commanding.

"Don't go, don't go! Save him! Save me!!"

"How to save it? Tell me how to save it?!" Wu Nian looked at him in disgust like a dog, "Go away!"

"No, you have a way, you obviously cured his broken leg..."

"That year you..."

Wu Nian couldn't hear what was said next, he avoided the sword glow of the Jealousy Sword, and flew towards the distance.

The night enveloped him, Shen Xinzhai was not good at walking, so he couldn't catch up for a while.

The turbulent wind flowed past the ears, and the gurgling brought the long-lasting memories, Xi Buwen suddenly opened his mouth, his breath was like a thread.

"I know...why he..." He coughed twice from the cold wind, and then said reluctantly, "Why do you firmly believe that we have a way to heal his leg."

Wu Nian slightly lowered her head to look at his eyebrows, only to see the eye sockets covered with white cloth.

"Do you remember Donghai Skull Face Immortal?"

Wu Nian nodded, and after nodding, she remembered that the other party couldn't see, so she answered with a sob: "I remember."

"That time I broke a bone, my brothers and sisters didn't know the truth, and spread rumors, thinking that my limbs were broken, and it was Master who cured me."

"I was restless that day. On the Baji Pavilion, I... I kissed the master..." Xi Buwen's mouth curled up a thin arc, but it was fleeting, "I dare not tell the details of the pavilion, what did they say?" , I will respond. It’s just a joke.”

"I think he heard it and believed it."

"I lied to him."

ridiculous.

Really ridiculous.

Shen Xinzhai thought that repairing the body would be as easy as Yun Chong and turning his palms over, but in fact, it never happened.

A few rumors, a joke, actually let Shen Xinzhai regard it as a life-saving straw, as a lifelong obsession, to spy on, tempt, steal, and kill.He ruined Shen Po with rumors, but was ruined by rumors.

The abyss of the human heart is unpredictable, and fate is ups and downs. He played a huge joke with them.

Meetings due to fate, such as torrents, avalanches, and earthquakes, are difficult to see through.

The moon sets, leaving a faint shadow, and the sky turns white.

The morning frost covers the vegetation, as cold as ice crystals, as cold as snow.Wu Nian hugged Xi Buwen even tighter, the two people's body temperature melted and they cuddled each other.

In the world of mortals, only the other party is the only one's heart.

Xi Buwen listened to his heartbeat, calm and determined.He counted it one by one, like counting endless love, sleepiness climbed up, making him confused, unable to open his mouth, and he asked vaguely for a long time: "Where are you going?"

He thought, maybe it was to send him back to the Xi family.

At this time, it is the time when the upper forest of Fuyu Mountain is gradually dyed, deep red, light orange and wax green, with a thick layer of fallen leaves, it is the most beautiful season.If the Xi family was safe, his father would probably pick ginkgo biloba to make wine, and his elder brother would follow him to hunt pheasants in the mountains with a look of disgust.

The pheasant is very beautiful, with five-color tail feathers, dazzling in the sun.

Too bad he couldn't see it.

Wu Nian didn't speak, Xi Buwen couldn't wait for an answer, and couldn't see him, so he reached out to touch his face, from the bony edge of his chin to the slightly swollen eye sockets, his hands were wet.

"Don't cry. It doesn't matter." He said, "Aren't you my eyes?"

Wu Nian nodded in his palm: "Let's go to Jialan Temple."

"What are you going to do there?"

"Be your eyes."

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Chapter 31 related to this chapter has minor revisions. Delete the cache and re-enter to read the revised content, but readers who are not too strict with the rationality of the plot may not need to go back, and the impact will be small.