215 Escape

Xia Gulin left the Qingshi Cave and returned to Jiuli Palace with the demon. Let's not mention this matter for the time being. Before he left, after Yuanling Fengchuan left, a big event happened that was enough to shake the heart of Yuanling--

Yao Ling Fengchuan joined hands and just walked out of the cave. Yao Ling was in a trance. She was worried about Brother Xia and that he would not live alone if Sister Qingyu died. She was worried about Wu Lingchun and fell into despair again after losing her only family. She was even more suspicious of love. People who love each other like this can't end well, so what about her and Fengchuan? Can they stay together and stay together forever?

Yao Ling can only hold Fengchuan's hand. She muttered all the way, as if to say something, and her inner fear will be relieved: "Fengchuan, I really don't know how to continue my life after returning to the human world. Without Brother Xia, without Sister Qingyu, without the sixth son... Without ourselves.

If the six princes no longer exist, where should I go in the world? Where do I belong? Where is the person who loves me the most? I'm very frustrated.

She said this repeatedly in her heart and didn't notice that she muttered all the way. Xiao Fengchuan didn't say anything. His hand holding the distant spirit became looser and looser, and he began to look left and right, and his pace became faster and faster. When Yao Ling woke up, he had been dragged by Fengchuan to the door of his room with Wu Lingchun.

"Feng..." Before Yao Ling finished calling Feng Chuan's name, Feng Chuan suddenly let go of her hand, jumped into the door and shouted, "Xiaochun, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Yao Ling was stunned. The one just now... Is it Fengchuan? Why doesn't he look like him at all? Also, what's wrong with Brother Chun?

Yao Ling's first reaction was to follow him to see what was going on. Fengchuan went in in a hurry, and naturally did not bring the door casually. Yuanling naturally crossed the threshold. ** The scene suddenly jumped into her eyes:

Wu Lingchun had woken up. He sat up and faintly saw blood stains on the white cloth wrapped around his chest and abdomen through the thin white shirt. His loose black hair covered his face, but more hair flowed down to another person's shoulder.

Wu Lingchun's black hair was entangled between himself and Xiao Fengchuan. Xiao Fengchuan doesn't seem to reject it, and even takes the initiative to pester the other party. He just clenched Yao Ling's hand, and now he holds Wu Lingchun tightly and holds him fiercely in his arms - it's the kind of cruelness that Yao Ling just hoped for. His lips were close to Wu Lingchun's ear, and his slightly frown was painful and gentle: "It's okay, Xiaochun, I'm here."

The distant breath is sticky by the beautiful scenery of this room. She couldn't believe it - what did she see? Is this Xiao Fengchuan? Is this Wu Lingchun? They hugged each other? Why is it so... ambiguous?

Yao Ling really wants to escape silently. But she knew very well in her heart that if people who saw something they shouldn't have seen and wanted to escape from the scene, they would definitely encounter something and make some noise, which would startle the two people. But if you stay here all the time, on the one, it's not suitable, and on the other, it can't be blocked... Strange, what's there to block? Both of them are men...

It's because they are all men that they are blocked!

Yaoling was lucky enough to escape, but he was not shocked by Wulingchun and Fengchuan. In the final analysis, it is because the picture she saw is not enough to explain all the problems. It's worthy of being an experienced person. She made a wiser decision: hide under the corner and listen to what the two of them will say next.

In the house. Wu Lingchun suddenly pushed Fengchuan away. He lowered his head and tried not to see him: "Why are you here? Where's the distant spirit?"

The word "far spirit" in Wulingchun almost made Fengchuan exclaim. He looked at Wu Lingchun and seemed to slowly change from the state of stepping on the moon to Xiao Fengchuan, but he had not completely changed it. The momentary sense of tear made his heart tremble. He suddenly held Wu Lingchun's hand, as if he was afraid that he would be torn in half.

"I'm worried about you, so I'll come here first."

"I, I'm fine."

Wu Lingchun pulled the quilt to cover his body. It doesn't matter what kind of attitude he has now. The important thing is that Fengchuan himself can't figure out his mind now. In the ice prison, Wu Lingchun had already said that Fengchuan could have put aside any burden and let everything return to the beginning.

But he didn't. He was so upset when he held Yao Ling's hand, and he was worried that Wu Lingchun would be upset when he woke up and couldn't find him. He even let go of Yao Ling's hand and ran back, holding Wu Lingchun, and completely forgetting that Yao Ling might be looking at him at the door!

"Xiaochun, don't sacrifice yourself for me in the future." Fengchuan's domineering way had to say goodbye to Wu Lingchun's shoulder, and Wu Lingchun was completely at a loss. Xiaochun, Xiaochun, why do you still call him Xiaochun at this time? Who does he think he is? What does he... think of the relationship between them?

"I... Fengchuan, let go of me. I'm just like before, as the senior of the sixth son, to protect the younger generation. Of course, there is no sacrifice."

"It won't be the same as before! Xiaochun, the eldest brother has left. There are no six sons. We will be the only ones in the future!" Fengchuan was a little irrational and shook Wu Lingchun, "Look at me? Why do you lower your head? Look at me!"

Enough, that's enough.

At this time, Wu Lingchun will never let himself shed tears. He can't let tears bind Fengchuan's freedom in the future. When Wu Lingchun raised his eyes, he was full of smiles. Such a smile seemed to be enough to make everything in the world laugh with him: "Yes. Without the sixth prince, you and Yaoling can travel freely. It's better to slowly forget these burdens. Only in this way can you go further.

Forget it?

Fengchuan loosened Wulingchun. What does Wu Lingchun want him to forget? Forget the days when you were with Liu Gongzi in the world, or did you forget Wulingchun and stepping on the moon... the past?

He can't do anything! Absolutely impossible!

Fengchuan put his arm around Wu Lingchun's shoulder again. He clamped him with his eyes, making him unable to move from body to heart: "That's my business. I don't want you to make a decision. Let me ask you for the last time. What are you going to do to me? Are you going to forget me too?"

Wu Lingchun looked up at Fengchuan's eyes. Being stared at by his eyes, the feeling of being willing to live for him, die for him, and give everything for him was immediately ignited again.

It really doesn't work. Wu Lingchun raised the corners of his mouth. This time, he really smiled.

"You're dead, I think you haven't been here; when you come back, I think you're another person. I can do all this, but I can't forget you."

To be honest.

He blinked at Fengchuan. Fengchuan, who was originally angry, was aroused by the emotion of joy at the corners of his stiff mouth, and his eyes were full of happy smiles.

I knew you loved me...

He was shocked by the idea in his heart and continued to pull his shoulder and ask, "Xiaochun, do you still love me? Do you still love me?"

Next, Wu Lingchun did not answer Xiao Fengchuan's question in words. Just die. Once again, betray the world together... Even life and death can't separate us. After fate is subverted, I still love you, and you still love me.

The person standing under the maple tree outside the house walked away gently. His footsteps were extremely light, but he stepped on a very thin string. Nan Gezi instinctively looks at things with his heart, but for some reason, after coming to the demon world, he always uses strings to guide himself.

He walked back to his bedroom along the strings. Yes, the confession of Wu Lingchun and Xiao Fengchuan in the room just now was not heard by Yao Ling. She only stood under the wall for a while and couldn't stand the pressure to walk alone. On the contrary, Nan Gezi stood under the maple tree outside the door for a long time and heard Wu Lingchun and Xiao Fengchuan... No, the conversation of stepping on the moon.

There is little peace in Nan Gezi's heart. I have to say that the devil is smart. It is much crueler to divide a person's heart in half than to divide his body. He can't think of a countermeasure for the time being. Xia Gulin and Hua Shenshen's wedding date is approaching. He has to make sure that everything goes well that day, and the rest will not be mentioned for the time being.

Nan Gezi moved to Jiuli Gaota to listen to the wind. The most important thing in his life is to listen. Especially after coming to the demon world, he no longer studied medicine, no longer made suggestions for Xia Gulin, listened to the wind, rain and flowers, and easily passed the day. It's just that today... It seems that I heard it here.

"Remote Spirit." He turned around and knew that Yao Ling was standing behind him. "Have you been here for a long time?"

"No, not for a long time." Yaoling never hides his sadness. Especially the voice of speech, the strength seems to have been drained, and even a simple word can't be spit out.

"Is there anything you can do for me?"

"I... It's nothing. I just want to stay with Mr. Nange for a while." Yao Ling said, went to the railing and sat down, holding his cheek and looking at the lead-purple sky in the distance. Both of them were silent. If they didn't mention those annoying things, there was nothing to talk about in front of them: bloody red maple, dark tower, bleeding, confinement, as if once mentioned, it was repeated pain, and he would be hurt again.

"What are Mr. Nan Ge's plans for the future? Will...stay in the demon world to accompany you... Master?"

"Hmm."

"It's really like this. So, Brother Qingdu, selfish, what about the injuries on their bodies? Who will heal them?"

Treating injuries... As long as you are a person with good medical skills, it's not that Nan Gezi can't do it. I'm afraid that only the kind of person who has the wound can be healed.

"Where is the distant spirit? Will Yaoling go back to Yangzhou?

Yangzhou. Yao Ling held his cheek, looked for the strange sky, and found that he couldn't find the direction of his hometown at all. Yangzhou? Rain Lane? Wufu? Will there really be a home to accept yourself there?

She was confused, but she didn't dare to confirm it. If you confirm that, there are only two results. Sad. Desperate.

Whether you want to be sad or desperate is not something that Yaoling can decide by himself. The truth is already there. It's just that she doesn't have enough courage to see it now.

It should meet, sooner or later, it should be desperate, sooner or later.

Yao Ling closed his eyes and quietly asked himself a question:

Yao Ling, Yao Ling, if you even lose Xiao Fengchuan in the end, what do you have left?