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Yin Lingxi suddenly came back to his senses, and only then realized that he had said something wrong.

The young man tried his best to think about Yin Lingxi's words, and felt that he still didn't understand. He looked at Gu Mianliang and said, "Father, I'm not his master..."

Gu Mianliang fell silent, didn't speak, just took the snow spirit silkworm, and slowly sealed it into the young man's body, the cool vitality gradually dispersed, pulling the young man back from the brink of death.

The young man was even more at a loss, he seemed to have regained some strength, and his feathers moved helplessly.

He reminded: "Father, Lingyu..."

Gu Mianliang's face was expressionless, but the tears in her eyes fell heavily, and she said in a hoarse voice over and over again: "No, I don't need Lingyu..."

He should be glad that he came back earlier, it only took half a day, otherwise, the little sparrow in his arms would have already pulled out its feathers.If he was a little later, wouldn't he just leave quietly like this forever...

The boy was stunned for a moment.

I don't understand why Gu Mianliang didn't want it.

He thought about it, and felt that maybe the timing he had chosen was wrong, so he said, "Then when my foster father asks me to come back, I'll come again..."

He decided that Gu Mianliang was kind to him because of his longevity and Lingyu, as if he had entered a dead end.He didn't believe it anymore, he didn't believe that Gu Mianliang would really like him.

It's just... I have to live a little longer.

A deep self-loathing flashed in the boy's eyes.

Gu Mianliang looked at his eyes with no desire to survive, and felt a powerless sadness in her heart.

An incomparably clear thought appeared in his mind: If Yun Fu was not told the truth, this kind of thing would definitely happen again.

After thinking clearly, he took a deep breath and gently stroked the boy's broken hair, "Want to hear my previous story? I remember you always wanted me to tell it."

Yin Lingxi guessed what Jean was thinking, sat down cross-legged silently, and used the magic energy to prop up a barrier here to block all the cold wind outside.

The young man nodded obediently.

This story is very long, but also very short, the boy listened quietly.

Maybe before, he would cry for this story, but not now.

As early as the first time he summoned the spirit, his tears had already dried up. He forgot how to laugh, and he couldn't remember how to cry. All emotions were suppressed in his heart, layer upon layer.

until he hears

"Later, I picked you up and raised you like in the last life, but I was too obsessed with the past, and I never found out that you are the person I have been looking for..."

"..."

The boy's eyes widened slightly.

Yin Lingxi also came over, went to his side, and said softly: "Master, I am also very sorry. I only found you now. I am sorry for causing you to suffer so much. If I recognized you in Taolin that day, I would definitely There will be no today."

Each of them uttered a sentence, the gentle love on their faces was so similar, but it fell into the young man's ears, but it made a buzzing sound, messing up his thoughts.

The boy retorted blankly: "I'm not, I'm Yunfu..."

Gu Mianliang said softly: "...It doesn't matter if you don't have memory, you are the same soul and the same person."

"I'm really not him," the boy panicked in a rare way, Xue Lingcan gave him some strength, he struggled to get up from Gu Mianliang's arms, and stood staggeringly.

He looked at Gu Mianliang, then at Yin Lingxi, his thin figure looked extremely helpless, "I'm not him, I'm really not him, I'm Yunfu..."

The boy's eye circles were reddish, and for the first time, such a strong color of resistance was injected into the dull eyes, and the emotion was almost sharp, "Father, I am not him."

"I, how could I be him, I was born in the demon clan, grew up in the demon clan, I am not him, look at my adoptive father, I am really not him..."

The young man backed away step by step, and finally backed to the ice coffin, he subconsciously trembled, as if suddenly remembering something, he pushed the ice coffin halfway away with great effort, and pointed at the face that was as cold as a fairy inside.

"Look, he..." The young man spoke incoherently, stammering anxiously, pointing to the face in the coffin, and pointing to his own ugly right cheek.

Anxiety and despair wrung out from the chest cavity, the voice was intermittent and extremely soft, squeezed out silently but piercingly choked, "Look, Gu Mianliang, look, it's different..."

Like a kid who can't prove he didn't steal.

With tears in his eyes, he insisted on repeating that helpless sentence amidst constant questioning.

Gu Mianliang's eyes were full of pain: "Ah Fu..."

"..."

The young man raised his eyes slowly.

The spirit that was on the verge of collapse was forced to the edge of the cliff by the sound of 'A Fu', and he didn't know what the word 'Fu' was.

He turned his eyes to Yin Lingxi next to him, lit up a little, and hurriedly said: "We met in Taolin, I told you my name, my name is Yunfu, tell him quickly, I am not Sword Master, I am It's Yunfu..."

Yin Lingxi couldn't bear to turn her head away.

The boy fell silent.

The two tail feathers behind him were gorgeous but dim, dragging quietly on the ground, occasionally moving.

No one listened to him.

Nobody believed him.

The young man seemed to be in some kind of bewilderment, he shook his head and stepped back, murmuring indistinctly, completely immersed in his own world.

In front of him is a coffin, and behind him is a cliff.

Fine stones rolled down the edge of the cliff, and there was a gloomy mist below.

Gu Mianliang's heart suddenly lifted, and he exchanged glances with Yin Lingxi.The latter tensed up all over, staring at the boy's movements all the time.

Gu Mianliang comforted: "Ah Fu, don't worry, just listen to me slowly, okay, I'll remind you... Come here first, don't go any further..."

He moved forward slowly, the young man seemed to be comforted and stopped moving.

But when both of them breathed a sigh of relief, the young man closed his eyes wearily, and leaned back in a relaxed manner. The red-clothed bird fell from the clouds like a bird with broken wings.

An unreal roar was vaguely heard:

"Cloud Floating"

The boy's consciousness was engulfed in the swamp, and he was pulled heavily into the darkness.

……

Inside the bamboo house.

A thin boy lay on the bed.

[Ah Ruan sighs: Master, have you had enough sleep? 】

It has been several days since he fell off the cliff last time, and the medical officers of the Demon Palace have come countless times, and they have always come to only one conclusion: His Highness Chijun is in better condition, but he does not want to wake up.

[Fuzhi Lazy: It's almost there. I've been in this body for more than 300 years. It's been too long and I'm getting more and more uncomfortable. 】

【Ah Ruan feels distressed: Come on, master, let's find the next fragment quickly. 】

[Fuzhi: ... I can't bear to part with a beauty, look, how beautiful he was when he cried before]

[Ah Ruan: ... Oh. 】

[Fuzhi: Hey, I've been stubborn for so long, it's time to give me something sweet, I'll be comfortable for a while longer. 】

……

Gu Mianliang came in with the medicine, sat on the edge of the bed, was about to give the medicine as usual, when she lowered her head, she suddenly looked into a pair of emotionless phoenix eyes.

His heart tightened, he immediately put the medicine aside, shook his hand in front of the young man, and said softly, "Are you awake?"

The boy's eyes rolled slightly, and the first sentence he spoke was with a calm expression: "...I am Yunfu."

Quietly outrageous.

Almost instantly, Gu Mianliang noticed the difference in him. Compared with the sluggishness before, now he is more inclined to the normal person's reaction.

Gu Mianliang said obediently, "Well, you are Yunfu."

"..."

The boy closed his eyes and said for a while, "I don't want to see you."

Gu Mianliang paused, then said in a warm voice, "Okay, drink the medicine first."

The boy tilted his head and said, "I drink it myself."

This is a gesture of silent refusal.

Gu Mianliang pursed her lips, but compromised, touched the medicine bowl with the back of her hand to make sure the temperature was just right, "Don't wait for the medicine to cool down."

After saying that, seeing that the boy still didn't respond, he had no choice but to turn around and leave, closing the door gently.

Not long after he left, the boy sat up slowly, his eyes fell on the bowl of medicine, there was no calmness in his eyes, only the bottomless depression and madness.

He was also like a wandering soul, holding the bowl of medicine, and walked slowly to the potted plant in the corner of the room, flipped his long and pale fingers, and the brown-black medicine juice seeped into the soil without leaving any trace.

With some concoction on his fingertips, the boy looked at it for a while, then murmured, "It's so dirty..."

So he wiped it on his clothes, smelled his fingers after wiping it clean, and a disgusted emotion flashed across his eyes very quickly.

He put the bowl on the table, walked to the door with bare feet, opened a small gap, through the crack of the door, he whispered: "... want to take a bath."

After speaking, he sat quietly by the table and waited regardless of whether anyone heard it.

After a while, Gu Mianliang came in, skillfully prepared the bath water, squatted in front of the boy, and said softly, "Do you want me to help?"

The boy didn't look at him, and shook his head silently.

Gu Mianliang paused for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, I'll wait for you outside, call me when you're done washing."

After speaking, he went out and closed the door.

Yin Lingxi was waiting outside, seeing him coming out, hurriedly went up to meet him, and lowered his voice: "How is it? Are you better?"

Gu Mianliang frowned, "It's better than before, and the reaction is much faster. I know what I want, but I always feel..." I can't tell what's weird.

Except when he just woke up, he said something that could detect his emotions, he didn't feel any emotional fluctuations in Yunfu.

"Go to the Demon Palace and ask about the situation."

Yin Lingxi has been staying here for a long time, and he has almost explored the situation of the Yaozu: "Recently, the epidemic is raging, and the Yaozu's medical officers are short of manpower. It may take some time to transfer them here."

He thought for a moment, then said to Gu Mianliang, "I'll try to be as fast as possible, and you should watch carefully."

Gu Mianliang nodded: "I know."

Yin Lingxi left in a hurry, while Gu Mianliang stood quietly outside the door, her gaze fell on the closed door, her spiritual sense was always paying attention to the movement inside.

inside the room.

A lingering mist is steaming in the tub.

The boy stood up slowly, with his fingertips on his waist, he untied the knot of his clothes, and after unhooking it, he took it off and threw it on the chair. The silver thread was spread on his back and wrapped around his thin shoulders.

Then came the lower half of his clothes, which he took off extremely slowly, exposing every inch of his body.From the silver thread to the thigh, the beauty bone on the back is faintly visible while shaking.

The clothes have faded to the bend of the legs, and the silver threads are scattered on both sides, revealing a flexible waist, and...

Gu Mianliang, who was guarding outside, let out a deep breath, turned around, and closed her eyes.

A faint smile flashed across the corner of the young man's mouth, he took off himself cleanly, and took the bowl on the table away.

The slender legs stepped into the tub, and there were two soft sounds. The boy leaned back in the tub, letting the steaming water wrap him up.

His body is very weak now, and he didn't have any strength at all. After gathering strength for a while, he used a little force with his fingers to break the bowl in the water. After the water was buffered, he didn't make much movement.

Holding a piece of broken porcelain, the young man quietly cut his wrist several times, and the dark red blood flowed out very quickly, the blood dyed the clear water red.

He looked at the red, as if fascinated.

The blood of the Akabane clan is the cleanest blood.

The young man said softly: "I'll just... get some out, wash it off later, and stop..."

Although he didn't really want to live, but his adoptive father worked so hard not to let him die, he was very tired, but he didn't want to see his adoptive father sad.

As he said, the blood flowed more and more, but he didn't feel cold, but his brain was getting heavier and his body was getting lighter.He seemed to be floating on a cloud.

Very comfortable.

The boy's arm fell silently into the bathtub, his eyelids struggled a few times, but they were still slowly closed.

Gu Mianliang was outside, and an inexplicable sense of panic suddenly rose in his heart. He searched the room carefully, but found nothing unusual, but the sound of the boy's heartbeat was weakening.

Wait a moment……

Gu Mianliang suddenly turned around, and rushed into the room in two or three steps, a strong smell of blood rushed straight to her nose.

In the bathtub, the boy's face was still flushed by the heat, but the exposed shoulders were pale, and the rest of the body was covered in scarlet blood.He tilted his head to the side, and there was a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth.

Gu Mianliang's blood was cold all over.

After the medical officer came out of the bamboo hut for diagnosis and treatment, he said to Gu Mianliang, who was half wet, "Immortal Elder."

The latter's face was pale, his eyes were downcast, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yin Lingxi gave him a cold look, and said to the medical officer, "How is Chi Jun?"

The medical officer stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed, "Chi Jun...he has too many things hidden in his heart, his mind is depressed, and he first saw the appearance of madness. Compared with his physical condition, his heart disease is more serious."

Yin Lingxi couldn't help but asked, "Is there a cure?"

"Heart disease requires heart medicine." The medical officer glanced at Gu Mianliang, "When Chijun was unconscious, he kept calling for you. Maybe this medicine is you..."

He solemnly said to Gu Mianliang: "You are His Highness's partner who has formed a demon contract, so you must pay more attention to this matter."

Gu Mianliang took a breath and said, "...I see, I have a medical officer."

After the medical officer left, he lifted his foot and walked into the house.

Now he didn't dare to let the boy out of his sight.

Seeing this, Yin Lingxi also wanted to follow in, but when he got to the door, he heard a sleepy sound from inside: "Father..."

Then came Gu Mianliang's warm and comforting voice.

After a long time, he smiled wryly, slowly clenched the hand hanging by his side, and finally let it go weakly, closing the door lightly.The light inside was blocked, and his figure disappeared in the darkness outside the door.

Inside the house, when the boy woke up, he still couldn't tell where he was.

The sound of chest vibration came from the ear, with a low magnetic voice: "Are you awake?"

Only then did the boy realize that he was embraced by Gu Mianliang, and he rubbed against him instinctively, "... foster father?"

"Well," Gu Mianliang looked down at him, and responded warmly, "Why did you cut yourself?"

The medical officer said that more efforts should be made to guide and untie the depression in the young man's heart.

There was still a bandage on the teenager's arm, which contained ointment.

He thought for a while, "...Because the concoction got on my hands, it's very dirty."

Gu Mianliang's eyes trembled, and he continued: "Then wash it and it will be fine, bleeding will hurt yourself."

The young man's voice gradually lowered, and he said without beginning or end: "Father said that I am the reincarnation of Sword Master."

Gu Mianliang: "...um."

The young man continued, "Jianzun is the moon in the sky, and I am the dust on the ground. If I were his reincarnation, I would definitely be clean. That's why I bleed my own blood when I took a bath to get rid of the dirt."

Gu Mianliang listened to the young man's serious words, her throat tightened, and she denied in a low voice: "You are not dirty."

The young man shook his head, he turned over with great effort, got up and looked into Gu Mianliang's eyes, "I am," he leaned over and smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, vaguely showing the proud look of the past, but what he said was It makes the soles of your feet cold.

He tilted his head and murmured softly: "Every time I take a bath, I bleed, and one day I will wash myself clean, foster father, don't let me cut myself..." The young man thought for a while in confusion, "Then next time you come Cut it for me, okay?"

He stretched out his slender arm, handed it to Gu Mianliang, smiled, and stroked it with his finger, "It's right here, like this, just stroke it lightly"

The boy paused for a moment, with a look of indignation on his face, "The blood will flow out, and I can wash myself clean."

Gu Mian was as cold as falling into a pool of cold, his whole body was icy cold, and he finally realized that the reaction of the person in front of him had returned to normal, which didn't mean that he was getting better, but that he was crazy.

Driven mad by him.

"..."

Enduring the pain of chest tightness, Gu Mianliang closed her eyes, sat up straight, held the boy's hand, and could only say in vain, "You are not filthy."

The young man looked at him quietly, his eyes gradually became blank, "Father, have you forgotten?"

Gu Mianliang: "... what?"

The boy didn't speak for a while, and after a while, he said doubtfully, "It was the day when I was in the ancient magic circle,"

He paused, and his voice softened a little, "There are so many ghosts, one after another, they are on my body, they are so dirty, the ghost energy stays in my body... I am also dirty."

He personally revealed the bloody facts that everyone, including himself, was unwilling to recall again, opened them to Gu Mianliang, and told him clearly

Look how dirty I am.

The young man seemed not to see Gu Mianliang's reddened eye sockets.

He unbuttoned his clothes, revealing half of his pale body, and said to Gu Mianliang, "Father, look, here, here, and here..."

The young man's fingertips ran across his forearm, neck, chest, lower back, lower abdomen... He pointed to Gu Mianliang little by little, almost all the places.

After a while, he sighed and touched the scar on the right side of his face, "It seems that this is the only clean place. They think it's ugly, so they don't touch it."

The boy became happy as he said that, "...so I still have a clean place."

The boy's hand was suddenly held.

"..."

The white-haired man bent over tremblingly, lowered his head and kissed the back of the boy's hand. The moment he closed his eyes, scorching tears hit the boy's ankle, which made him stunned for a moment.

"Father?"

Gu Mianliang didn't speak, and gently wiped away the tear that fell on the boy's ankle. The thin callus scraped across the delicate skin, causing a shiver. The boy subconsciously wanted to hide, but was held gently and forcefully.

He hugged the boy's back, put him on the bed, and slowly leaned down.

The nostrils of the two were entangled together, drawing out a gradually scorching temperature.

Gu Mianliang caressed the boy's facial features.

He is really good-looking, even though the right side of his face is scarred, the compelling beauty between the eyebrows and eyes is not diminished at all, because of a broken feather, the red feather mark between the eyebrows has faded a bit, and the pale face is even more radiant. A little weak.

The slightly cool fingertips landed on the young man's lips, and Gu Mianliang kissed lightly.

The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and what happened in the ancient magic circle swept over him in an instant, and he suddenly thought that he had returned to that day again.

The young man was trembling uncontrollably, he struggled desperately to back up, "Don't touch me... get lost... get lost!"

"My adoptive father is coming soon, my adoptive father is coming soon..."

His voice gradually became hoarse, tears poured out of his eyes, weeping incessantly, despair and despair filled his pupils, and the strength of his struggle gradually weakened.

"Do not touch me……"

Do not touch me……

Even though Gu Mianliang's heart was pierced by a knife, he forced himself to suppress the young man, and after he stopped struggling, he guided softly: "Look, Yunfu, it's me, there is no one else besides me..."

"I'm here, don't be afraid..."

All the tenderness and patience of his life were given to the young man in front of him, "It's me, don't be afraid..."

The young man looked at Gu Mianliang's eyes with tears in his eyes, which were full of gentleness and tenderness.He was like a little sparrow lying in a pool of water dotted with fireflies, looking up he saw the cool starlight all over the sky.

Gu Mianliang wiped away the tears on his face, and kissed the red feather on the young man's forehead with a loving kiss, "Do you recognize who I am?"

The young man stared at him blankly, tears streaming down silently, the gloom and crazy emotions that had been suppressed these days were like a flood that had been released from the sluice, all surging out.

He nana said: "Father...Gu Mianliang..."

Gu Mianliang rolled her eyes, and responded in a low voice, the delicate kiss fell unhurriedly, the other hand lifted the boy's untied clothes, and ignited a numb spark on the delicate skin.

"This is what I touched, and this is also..."

"Yunfu, don't be afraid, it's me..."

The boy's body was still trembling, but it gradually turned crimson. He raised his head, panting with difficulty, and there were some red marks on his slender neck.

He raised his hand to cover his red eye sockets, his brain finally regained some normal rationality, the madness subsided, replaced by endless bitterness.

The young man said in a hoarse voice, "Father, who do you think I am?"

Is it because he regards him as a sword master that he treats him so meticulously and gently?

But he is not...

He really isn't.

He has his own memory and life, so how could it be someone else?

Gu Mianliang sighed, and her dark pupils gradually turned into bright golden pupils. It was a different kind of paranoia and persistence, and she was extraordinarily gentle: "You are you."

Even if he was reincarnated thousands of times, he would only fall in love with this person.

The boy asked again stubbornly, "Who do you think I am?"

Gu Mianliang also said: "You are you."

"you are you……"

He reached into the boy's back, "No matter where you go, I will find you."

The teenager's tears soaked the pillow towel, and he finally spit out the low sob that was suppressed in his throat. It was a desperate, helpless, and blank cry.

No one knew what the boy was thinking at this moment.

After a long time, he put his hand on Gu Mianliang's back and tightened it slightly.

He hoarsely shouted: "Father..."

"Father."

Sensing his response, Gu Mianliang's eyes flashed, showing more tenderness.

"Ah."

[Ah Ruan: The recovery rate of the golden pupil, 90.00%, is merging into the normal state, superimposed... the total recovery rate, [-]%[-]. 】

Gu Mianliang caressed the young man's slightly wet temples, and the two held hands tightly together: "When you get better, we'll go out for a walk and take you to Tianyanzong to have a look."

The young man's eyes were out of focus, he was panting unsteadily, and there was a beguiling spring at the end of his red eyes.

"it is good……"

"Then tell me when you feel uncomfortable, don't hold back all your emotions."

"it is good."

"Let's say it when it hurts, and if you don't have enough candied fruit, we won't be separated, and we will be together for the rest of our lives."

"it is good."

"I will never mention Sword Master again, Yunfu...you are mine."

This life is for me.

A deep possessive desire flashed across Gu Mianliang's golden pupils, he hugged the boy tightly, and the extreme madness turned into calm in the end.

its mine.

mine.

He coaxed: "Yunfu...call me by my name."

The heavy stone in the boy's heart seemed to be being removed. He told himself not to cry, but the tears kept flowing out.

The young man swallowed and said, "Father."

"Call me by name."

"...Gu Mianliang."

The white-haired man responded with a thin layer of sweat on his back. He stretched out his long arms and lowered the bed curtain.

The scorching breath imprinted on the boy's body, causing a shiver.

"Are you still saying you're not clean?"

The young man took a hard breath, his brain was crying drowsily, "I won't say anything, I won't say anything..."

Gu Mianliang said softly: "Little Que'er is the cleanest."

The boy whimpered, "I am the cleanest..."

The candles outside were flickering, and the cool wind blew through the gaps in the windows and vaguely penetrated into the bed curtain, but was completely melted away by the scorching warmth.

The boy opened his eyes when his consciousness was blurred, only to feel that his cold limbs were slowly warming up, and his heartbeat was throbbing in his chest again.

It seemed that after being dead for so long, he was dragged back from the boundless hell to the warm world again.

He quietly stretched out his hand, brushing back Gu Mianliang's white hair that fell on his chest, his eyes finally had some light from the past, faint but bright.

The young man faintly smiled, his brows and eyes softened a bit, and he stretched out his arms to hug Gu Mianliang.

It's like hugging the only light.