The villain master dressed as a sick and charming male protagonist

"Master, this disciple misses you so much..." After murmuring, Yan Cangming's vision gradually blurred.

The past was kept in his mind over and over again.

His heart is barren, desolate and empty.

The world is too bitter, and I won't come in the next life.

When a ray of sunshine climbed out from the top of the mountain, Yan Cangming's heart rate also dropped a little bit.

"Ayan!!" There was a heart-piercing roar.

Yan Cangming blinked his eyes which were about to close just now.

Hallucinations?Is it an auditory hallucination?

"Ayan! Yan Cangming!! I'm coming! I'm here as a teacher!" Xun Li was like crazy, screaming in horror while crawling over the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Yan Cangming turned his head with difficulty, he couldn't see clearly, he could only see a touch of red crawling towards him with difficulty.

Is it Master?

The mass grave piled up like a mountain of corpses. The place he found was very dirty.

Master, why did you come to pick up Ayan so soon?

Wait until Ah Yan goes down and washes up before going to see you.

"Master..." Yan Cangming stretched out his fingers with difficulty, and smiled softly.

He was going to run out of strength, he was so tired, he was so tired that he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

At the moment when Yan Cangming's hand was about to hang down, a warm hand grasped his fingers.

The heart suddenly started beating violently.

The coagulated blood in the whole body is slowly flowing to the whole body.

One second before his death, his god pulled him out of the abyss again.

Immediately, it was the man with red eyes, trembling body, shaking him non-stop, with a terribly hoarse voice: "Ayan, I'm here, I'm here, I'm wrong as a teacher, I'm Zhong Zishu, and I'm also Xunli. Ayan, wake up..."

Eyelashes fluttered slightly, Yan Cangming opened those tightly closed eyes, and what he saw was the face he was thinking about, looking at him with distressed and self-blame at the moment.

"Master..." Yan Cangming called out, and the bamboo hat on his head just fell off.

Silver hair slanted down.

Zhong Zishu was startled, and then overwhelming distress overwhelmed him, holding Yan Cangming's white hair with both hands, he tremblingly said: "Ayan, you..."

What is he going to say?What can he say?

Zhong Zishu almost collapsed, even though he gritted his teeth to suppress his emotions, the tears from the corners of his eyes still fell on Yan Cangming's face.

At that moment, Yan Cangming smiled, as if he had been reborn, his whole face was filled with a smile, he stood up, and embraced Zhong Zishu in his arms.

The Soul Gathering Lamp that had been set aside was also lit up again.

"Why are you crying? I'm fine, Master, don't cry." Yan Cangming stretched out his fingers and wiped the corners of Zhong Zishu's eyes distressedly.

But Zhong Zishu's emotions exploded and he couldn't control it at all.

They hugged each other in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, Yan Cangming kissed the tears in the corners of his eyes over and over again with distress, and softly coaxed: "Don't cry, crying makes my heart break, I don't blame you, stop crying OK?"

The smell of blood and decaying corpses around him made Zhong Zishu collapse at this moment.

Almost, almost, he would never see his Ayan again.

Yan Wang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned and left.

Yan Cangming was suffering from a heart disease and didn't need any magical treatment at all. As long as that person came, he would naturally come back to life.

Yan Cangming sighed softly, bent down, picked him up, put away the Soul-Concentrating Lamp and the little wooden figure, tapped his toes, and led him away.

At that moment just now, he really felt the approach of death.did not expect……

As long as this person comes, he still feels it.

Although the world is bitter, it is worth it if there is ten days away.

Soon, Yan Cangming carried him back to the Fulai Inn.

As soon as he landed, Zhong Zishu jumped out of his arms, pulled him to sit down with red eyes, "You were so weak just now, let me see."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Zishu squatted in front of him, his fingers caught his pulse.

Zhong Zishu himself may not have noticed that he was shaking violently.

Not only that, but there was a lot of blood on his body.

They were all stained when they climbed the mass graves.

His Ayan, in the days when he is not around, how much pain does his Ayan still have?

What kind of experience is it to watch him marry someone else?I'm afraid it's a heart-breaking pain.

He lowered his head, not daring to raise it for a while.

Yan Cangming bent his lips, but his eyes were full of distress.

Master loves being clean the most, but for him he would rather be covered in dirt.

How could he not love such a master?

It wasn't until Zhong Zishu felt Yan Cangming's steady pulse that the whole person gradually calmed down.

But when he raised his hand and saw his head full of white hair, Zhong Zishu's heart ached again, his eyes were foggy and his vision was blurred.

The man was in a hurry, and he asked, "What's the matter? Is it ugly?"

Yan Cangming didn't want to, but when he found out later, it was already like this.He was powerless to change, thinking at that moment, he was going to die anyway, and there was nothing wrong with those black hair turning into snow.

But now seeing the master weeping helplessly, Yan Cangming felt that he deserved to die.

"Master, if you find it ugly, I..." Before Yan Cangming finished speaking, Zhong Zishu raised his head and sealed his lips.

How many years have passed, Yan Cangming has been asleep for three years, and he passed away for six years.Now the seventh year, count it down.

It's been ten years...

The days when they were lingering in love did not exceed a year.But the days they missed were ten years old.

Ten years!

By the end, Yan Cangming's heart and mind were damaged, by the end his hair turned into snow, by the end he almost died.

How can it not hurt?

It hurts...

The kiss is hot and crazy.It was a mutual acquaintance after nearly ten years, no one spoke, apart from each other's crazily hot breath, there were also salty tears between the lips.

who?

It doesn't matter anymore...

They have never done anything bad in their life.But in the first half of their lives, the way of heaven blocked the way, making them experience life and death in the mortal world over and over again.

For half my life, I studied for ten years and waited for ten years.

They can finally stand in the sun and do their own things as they please.

It was light and dark.

With messy clothes all over the floor, he was dressed in red and pulled back the man he pitied for nearly half his life from the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Seven full days...

They never left the room.

Yan Cangming was always extra careful, because Zhong Zishu didn't have any immortal bones at this time, which meant he couldn't stand his troubles.

But, his master.

Whether it's Zishu or Xunli.

Always made him feel bad.

"Knowing that pestering me will be very hard, but still can't get up? Huh?" Yan Cangming smiled contentedly. Ever since he came, the smile on Yan Cangming's face has never faded.

Zhong Zishu huddled in his arms, panted twice, pushed him, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay. You go to find the boss, and get a few more boxes..."

Yan Cangming was taken aback, then asked, "How many boxes of what?"

His face suddenly flushed red.

Zhong Zishu turned around: "Ask the question knowingly, forget it if you don't want to."

Yan Cangming smiled foolishly, groped over, and hugged the man from behind: "Think, why don't you want to? I'm also very happy to live another thousand years in such a day."