【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Chapter 32 Drunk Kiss

Pushing Xue Yang away suddenly with both hands, Xiao Xingchen backed away like avoiding a snake.

This was not enough, his eyes fell on the faint thread between the two, and he wanted to remove the soul-binding curse and drive Xue Yang out of the room.

With such an evil spirit, he didn't want to stay for a moment longer.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my brain, as if I touched some painful nerve.

Xiao Xingchen closed his eyes to fight against the severe pain. Many fragmentary and blurred pictures flashed in his spiritual consciousness, which were difficult to capture. Among them, a group of immature but lifeless faces stared at him with terrifying eyes. He, like a nightmare, gave him a chill.

Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen felt something was wrong.

He himself felt the chills, which was as it should be, but there was also a deep-rooted fear and resentment mixed in, which were not his own emotions and feelings, but the memories from Xue Yang's three-point soul. The lifeless face seemed to have repeatedly appeared in Xue Yang's spiritual consciousness and tortured him for a long time.

If it is inherently evil, if it is so happy to laugh at this moment.

Why should Xue Yang be afraid of these children?

Eight year old, eight year old...

Taking advantage of the pain caused by the memory, Xiao Xingchen immediately focused his attention, recalling the outlines and faces of all the eight-year-old children he had seen, and tried to search carefully in the three-point spiritual consciousness that did not belong to him, hoping to read more. many memories.

As he rested and concentrated, the broken pictures and sounds in Xue Yang's long-term memory whistled and flashed like a gust of wind in his spiritual consciousness.

In the dark, there is a cage.

in the middle of a hall.

There were two children in the cage, about seven or eight years old.

The face that should have been innocent and childish was full of evil and cruelty.

Like a beast that has been cornered, it fights to the death. Once it suppresses the opponent, it tries to hang its hand on the Baihui acupoint on the opponent's head to cast some kind of spell.

The surroundings were so dark that it seemed that no light had ever been shone in, and the sun had been dark all the time, and was illuminated by a few torches.

The faces of the crowd outside the cage were distorted, like ghosts.

People are betting.

"Xue Yang is a little wolf cub. He is vicious and has never lost. I bet on Xue Yang!"

"Your evidence is inaccurate. Among these youngsters, none of them who survived have ever lost. I think the one opposite Xue Yang is very strong. It is difficult for Xue Yang to win."

"Tsk, Xue Yang is smart. He learned the 'Spirit Gathering Technique' faster than others, and he is about to complete the alchemy. It would be a pity if he loses in terms of physique."

"It's a pity, even if he is dead, the spiritual energy collected before was also sucked away by another child, so don't waste it!"

……

What occasion was that? !

In this one scene alone, Xiao Xingchen was struck by lightning and could no longer concentrate.However, the timing is fleeting, except for this paragraph, there are no new memory fragments to be read, only countless children with dead faces appearing in turn, lingering, disturbing his mind, making him feel restless and having a splitting headache .

"Well……"

Xiao Xingchen held his head and whimpered in pain. It took a long time to get over the pain and be able to think.

The so-called "no one came to save me", is there such an experience behind it? !

Imprisoned in darkness, betting your life in the crowd...

He has always been curious, how Xue Yang was lonely, did not study under that fairy sect, and had no relatives and masters, how did he step into the Taoist sect and cultivate sorcery?

Now I finally know a thing or two.

In the memory fragments, bet the two discussed the "spirit picking technique", which is a shortcut to quickly form alchemy and enter the Tao, and it is also a forbidden technique. One of the reasons is that practicing this technique is like walking on the tip of a knife. If you are not careful, you will die Second, this technique absorbs the spiritual energy of other people with spiritual roots, causing people to die of exhaustion, harming others and benefiting themselves, and being cast aside by others.

It was this technique that the two children in the cage were trying to perform on each other.

One cage, two young children, either you die or I die, there is no choice.

Xue Yang was forced to use this technique to kill one child after another in that dark cage, and finally completed the alchemy?

Who set such cruel rules?One of the bettors said that the aura would not be wasted, so what is the purpose of the people who collect these children's aura?

Severed his fingers at the age of seven, and murdered at the age of eight.

At that time, Xue Yang was really just a child, but the innocence of a child ended here.

Xue Yang said just now that the person who saved him after cutting off his finger deserved more death than Chang.

He also said that he was beaten up.

No matter in life or after death, they are extremely pain-tolerant.

Xiao Xingchen shivered silently.

Could it be that after Xue Yang severed his finger, it fell into the hands of these people?Otherwise, if he had received any kind help, how could Xue Yang say that he was never rescued once?

"Eight years old..."

Xiao Xingchen murmured in disbelief.

At the age of eight, he followed his master to practice in the green mountains and green waters. Although he had no parents, his master treated him with great kindness. Thinking that he loves grapes, he specially set up several grape vines in front of his house.

At that time, Xue Yang was fighting for survival in the cage.

After thinking about it for a long time, I looked at the bed, only to realize that after being pushed away by him, Xue Yang had been lying on his back without moving.

are you asleep?

He approached quietly, the eyes of the person on the bed were slightly open, clearly not asleep, just lying there, face ashen, motionless looking at the void.

"Xue Yang," Xiao Xingchen sat back on the bed with distress and regret, "Who put you and other children in a cage when you were young? How long have you been like that?"

Xue Yang's blank eyes suddenly came to alert, covered with dense red blood, he sat up suddenly, pushed him away, and said viciously: "Don't worry about it!"

With his eyes wide open, he moved to the corner of the bed, hugging the bedpost with only one arm, leaving him with a lonely back.

"No one will care, no one will save! I can't lose, not even once! The other kids can't beat me, they deserve it! You know now, I was born to be a murderer! I have been since I was a child!"

Xue Yang panted heavily, and uttered a series of self-defeating words.

This time, the more vicious his tone was, the more heartache Xiao Xingchen felt.

Back then, an innocent child who ate sweets was forced to kill so many innocent lives similar to his own age. How should he face this fear and crime?

In that case, there is only one way to survive, and that is to abandon one's own humanity.

Xiao Xingchen finally understood why Xue Yang could treat human life like nothing.

Further questioning will only bring back more painful memories.Xiao Xingchen couldn't bear it, sat behind Xue Yang, raised his hand to gently comfort his back, only to find that Xue Yang was trembling when he touched it.

All kinds of distress poured out of his heart, and he tried his best to comfort in a soft voice: "A Yang, I can't blame you for the death of those children, don't be afraid, it's all over."

After repeating this several times, Xue Yang finally let go of his hand holding the bedpost, and turned his head slowly, his eyes still full of doubt and fear.

Xiao Xingchen had never seen Xue Yang like this.

He stretched out his hand to gently wipe the sweat off Xue Yang's forehead, and said softly, "Ah Yang, don't be afraid, I...I wish I could meet you sooner, so I won't let you suffer so much and go astray."

In his drunken eyes, Xue Yang saw a pair of eyes shining like stars, looking at him tenderly and regretfully.The warmth that has been sought for in a lifetime seems to be within reach at this moment.

It must be a dream.

Only in the dream, will someone treat me so well.

Since it is a dream.

Xue Yang stretched out his hand, desperately, and rushed towards the person in his dream.

"Master, save me..."

A demon who can destroy people in just a chat and a laugh, but in Xiao Xingchen's arms is just a lost boy asking for help.

Feeling sorry for him, he hugged Xue Yang tightly and continued to pat him on the back.

After a long time, finally feeling at ease, Xue Yang stopped trembling, buried his face in his neck and rubbed it, slowly raised his head, and moved his lips closer.

Xiao Xingchen's chest heaved slightly as he accepted Xue Yang's kiss.

In the beginning, he stood still, letting the young man roll and linger on his lips, licking back and forth like a small animal drinking water. After a while, Xiao Xingchen became dizzy, as if he was in a cloud. A young man who piously asks him for warmth and salvation.

The eyes under Xue Yang's thick eyebrows were full of confusion and drunkenness.

Xiao Xingchen thought, when he wakes up, he won't remember.

Fate is ups and downs, he has gone through hardships, even though he has committed many unforgivable crimes, but at this moment, just this time, why not give him a sweet dream?

Xiao Xingchen opened his lips slightly to extend an invitation, and Xue Yang immediately drove straight in, the warm moisture with the aroma of wine instantly rippling and melting on the tip of his tongue, spreading throughout his whole body.

Drunk kisses are also drunk.

When he was blind, in the darkness, the boy suddenly swept away the candy from his mouth, disturbing the spring water in his heart.Blind and had broken dreams when he was young, he appeared calm and calm, but in fact he was extremely melancholy, even terrified.In a dark world, every day is like floating alone in the sea without sky, helpless.It wasn't until a young man full of wildness and vigor broke in that it brought a little light.

Making him laugh, cooking for him, hunting with him at night, all the touches of the young man——he likes it very much, even attaches to it, every time he touches it, it’s like the world becomes real again, and finally someone can lead him to the shore, But ever since he kissed him, the young man deliberately kept a distance from him, and never got that close again, which made him very melancholy, only to realize that he had a secret mind.

It's love—from then to now.He has always loved this person who brought him blood and blood, and he himself was bruised all over.

Xiao Xingchen responded to the boy's kiss, and was surrounded by great sweetness and pain at the same time.

Why is the boy from Yicheng Xue Yang?Why did Xue Yang kill so many people?If A-Qing knew, if Zichen knew, if Master knew...

He is full of sin and shame, but he is addicted to the lingering lips and teeth, unable to extricate himself.

Only this time, just once, as a relive of old dreams.

This is a dream given to Xue Yang.

It was also his own dream.

I really want to relive the feeling of being able to touch the shore and land.

But this kiss was completely different from that time when the young man grabbed Tangtang, and instead made him feel more at ease, like in a small boat on the sea, only he and Xue Yang cuddled together.

The two breathed hotly, and the entanglement between tongues gradually heated up. Xue Yang sprayed the smell of wine on his face, almost burning hot, eroding his sanity bit by bit.

He felt a slippery little fish swimming in his mouth, this fish was very gentle and obedient at first, then it became mischievous and rude as if it was also drunk, wagging its tail in the mouth, as if it was going to set off a monstrous giant The waves submerged him, and the desire between the two of them could no longer be contained between the lips and tongue. He was startled to realize that he had been pushed down at some point, and that his body was bearing all the weight of the young man. , I also want to drill deeper from the collar.

Knowing that it shouldn't be, her arms hugged the person in her arms even tighter.The boy's skinny body under his clothes told of eight years of lovesickness, but he couldn't get it, which made him feel distressed. He wanted to comfort Xue Yang for all the pain in his life, and wanted to rub that scarred body into his flesh and bones to warm it with all his life.

Dangerous, this is too dangerous.

He suddenly woke up for a moment, and heard his heavy breathing and chaotic heartbeat. Before his rationality was exhausted, he took Xue Yang's hand on the back and slid it to his waist. Unwilling eyes, then the whole body went limp, lying on his body, and fell asleep.

Xiao Xingchen pushed Xue Yang away and got up quickly, walked to the window and opened it, leaned out half of his hot body, and breathed in the cold air of the late autumn night to wake himself up.

Xue Yang's three-point spiritual consciousness was also fluctuating in his body, and he remembered a sentence that Xue Yang didn't say to him when he was in Yicheng:

"But I just think the Taoist priest is very dangerous."

It turned out that Xue Yang also had similar feelings towards him.

They are obviously two completely different people, but fate has led them to one place.

They obviously feel that the other party is dangerous, but they can't help but want to get closer.

What should we do in the future?

Xiao Xingchen stared at the night sky, Chang's family was full, Baixue Temple, and innocent villagers who died under Shuanghua's sword appeared one by one.

Who can tell him what to do in the future?

Sometimes, as soon as he closed his eyes, Zichen's bloody eyes would open in his consciousness, and the figure of his friend kneeling alone among the corpses was everywhere.

At that time, he wanted to go forward to help Zichen check his injury, but he heard his friend screaming like a trapped animal:

"roll----!!!"

"Why didn't you listen to my advice! Why didn't you kill that bastard Xue Yang early——?!?!"

"Xiao Xingchen! The thing I regret the most in this life is being friends with you------!!!"

"From now on, I don't have to see you again!!!"

—— Xue Yang's Tu, after all, was Zichen's teacher, relative and friend who grew up with him for more than ten years!

The figure in white lay helplessly on the window sill, unable to move for a long time, like a spider's thread growing in the night, trapping him with his hands and feet bound.

Whatever the reason.

All crimes cannot be erased once they have been committed.

He can forgive Xue Yang for everything he has done to him.

Xue Yang could not be blamed for those children's affairs.

However, he has no position to forgive for others, for other people who died innocently and tragically in the world.

Xue Yang's enemy is probably dead, but he has not even managed to save half of the hundreds of resentful spirits he created.

It was midnight, and the wind and waves were calm outside the window.

Before taking Xue Yang back to the room, in order to avoid danger, Xiao Xingchen and Lan Wangji have joined forces to set up a powerful barrier outside the inn. Tonight, neither the resentment nor the spirit of resentment can find where Xue Yang is, and they will not be attracted. To Lanling City.

Just for this night, I hope Xue Yang can sleep peacefully and have a good dream.

After tomorrow, everything will be business as usual.