He and It

Liu Fuguang sat opposite him, and the rain outside the window continued, like an endless mournful cry.

"Talk to me, Fuguang," Yan Huan begged in a low voice. He had shed tears all his life for Liu Fuguang. His spine was also willing to be broken for Liu Fuguang, but the other party didn't want it.

"I beg you, please talk to me...what do you think?"

He timidly and slowly stretched out his hand and carefully pulled the sleeve corner of the white coat.

Liu Fuguang was quiet for a long time, and the room was shrouded in darkness, although they could see each other clearly.

In terms of ability to detect people's hearts, Yan Huan is even better than Liu Fuguang. He clearly knew that Liu Fuguang's silence for a long time was not a good sign. His wound had not healed yet, and he was already evading it. And the longer he evaded, the deeper the wound was buried and the more serious the fester became.

The conflict between them, as Liu Fuguang recovers and the forces between good and evil gradually become balanced, must finally break out. In the past, he suppressed Liu Fuguang, holding the country and people of Dongnum, his family and everything he cared about in his hands, and fed him with flesh and blood every day, thinking that in this way he could tie his lover tightly to him.

And what about Liu Fuguang? He hated him, feared him, and endured pain in his presence. In retaliation, he buried all his emotions deep in his heart. For the sake of his parents, country, and even three thousand worlds, he even tried to cut off any connection between the best and the worst.

Seeing his thoughts, Yan Huan immediately felt shuddering fear, as if the pain was as severe as burning his body.

As the supreme good, if you want to cut off the connection with the supreme evil, it means only one thing - death, the death of the body and the destruction of the Tao, and there is no room for recovery. After he died, Yan Huan naturally couldn't survive.

This is a recipe for mutual destruction, and there will be no winners on the battlefield. Yan Huan could accept death, but what he couldn't accept was Liu Fuguang's indifference and indifference. He was about to walk away far away, and he would not give himself another look before leaving.

As soon as he realized what Liu Fuguang was thinking, Yan Huan couldn't help but break down and cry. He could no longer continue the schedule of "waiting for understanding". He had to find a more radical and effective method!

Therefore, three times in a row, he lit the sun on fire and burned himself with pain that even the Red Lotus Purgatory could not match. He became weak and disabled, until Liu Fuguang also felt surprised and unbelievable, until the inner demon seized the opportunity and determined to implement its stupid and short-sighted plan.

God help me! Trapped in the realm of the inner demon, faced with the piercing dragon rope, Yan Huan only felt ecstasy, indescribable ecstasy. He instigated and pretended to be angry, but in fact he stimulated his inner demons to move more resolutely towards his vision. He planned the steps to escape from prison, but the only thing he didn't expect was Liu Fuguang's approach.

Liu Fuguang raised a Taoist heart to restrain the inner demon and save him.

——Death without regrets.

Yan Huan didn't want to admit how many times he had cried with joy and how many times he had cried with fear. As he said, he was afraid that this was still a dream, a dream of God.

He must thank his inner demon. This demon was born from a dream and contributed to the only dream he had in this life. He lost the body of a god and the heart of a dragon, so what? Liu Fuguang is beside him - let's see who is the happiest one!

Until tonight, Liu Fuguang suddenly disappeared from his consciousness. He was so shocked and angry that he was so scared that he couldn't speak. The pain seeped from his heart to his bone marrow. He thought that the feeling of cutting flesh with a dull knife was nothing more than this. It wasn't until Liu Fuguang appeared again that he regained some strength to cry.

It's time, he begged Liu Fuguang with gestures, tears, eyes, words, and everything to open up your heart, talk to me about your feelings, and let me know what you are thinking. You once said that you understood me and the powerlessness of evil, but have you ever forgiven me, even just a little bit?

"...I feel that this is not a fate that I can talk about." Liu Fuguang retracted his hand and the small piece of sleeve corner. The light in Yan Huan's eyes quickly dimmed, "The best and the worst are destined to be inseparable... "

"What about you?" Yan Huan couldn't help but raise his voice, "How do you feel? Are you..."

"It's late at night." Liu Fuguang stood up. The shadow of his long hair obscured his face, making it difficult to distinguish his expression. "You should rest, I'm tired too."

Yan Huan watched helplessly as he turned and left. Liu Fuguang walked away extremely resolutely, but he still chose to avoid talking.

After that, there were twenty days when the atmosphere was frozen and stiff. Yan Huan racked his brains and tried every means to beg Liu Fuguang to speak, but he responded with silence until the Dragon Sacrifice Day arrived. They stood in the center of the land and watched this grand ceremony.

The shamans wore various robes and sang and danced on the altar of Liuyun and Xiaguang. It was obvious that they played different roles.

A shaman dressed as a shaman danced around the shaman with dragon horns on his head and yellow clothes. The drums were loud and the jade and sacrificial utensils were beating in unison.

If destiny goes against your will, what punishment or blessing? "

——When something just started, who could predict its future thoroughly? Destiny is capricious. Who can tell who it blesses and protects?

Even though his heart and soul were disturbed by his lover's avoidance, Yan Huan was still in a trance when he heard such singing.

This is really a very old song, even older than him. It was created and sung by witches. The melody is lingering and lingering, full of deep feelings for a moment, as if the soul of witches really came to the singer after tens of millions of years.

"Heishui Xuanzhi, where are the three dangers?

If you live longer and live longer, where will your life end? "

——The immortal lands named Blackwater, Xuanzhi and Sanwei, where are they? The people there look and laugh forever. How long will they live?

The song became more melodious and sentimental. It was the sound of a man laughing and chatting between the bed with his lover.

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