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After hearing Fu Changling's words, Qin Yan did not ask the identity of the other party, but said, "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Fu Changling nodded, "Don't worry, he is a good person."
Hearing this, Qin Yan frowned. He seemed to want to ask something, but in the end he retracted all the words.
The two went all the way back to Wu Mansion, and neither of them said a word.
In Fu Changling's mind, he kept thinking about what the person looked like just now, those eyes.
It's so similar, very much like the Yan Ming he dreamed of when he was young.
He knew that Yan Ming was in the secret realm, but he didn't expect too much. After all, in a new life, maybe some things will change because of his rebirth. Unexpectedly, Yan Ming is really still there, and he will really meet Yan Ming.
Encountering Yan Ming again made him a little confused. After he returned to Wu Mansion, he greeted Qin Yan and turned off the lights early to go to bed. fall asleep separately.
But he didn't fall asleep. He listened to Qin Yan's breathing, took out the jade pendant in the middle of the night, and rubbed the name on it.
Looking at the name, he remembered the wind and snow when he was a teenager, and the person in the wind and snow.
Yan Ming was the first person who treated him well without asking for anything when he was young.
Fu Changling recalled that time, and couldn't help but have a smile on his lips.
He remembered that he had just been betrayed by his stepmother, fell into the secret realm of Xuanji, blinded again, and was rescued by Yan Ming at the most difficult time.
When he was first rescued by Yan Ming, he was actually very scared. He didn't know how long Yan Ming would protect him. He knew from Yan Ming that this was the secret realm of Xuanji. Although he has never been to Xuanji's secret realm, he has also heard of the risks of the secret realm. He was very grateful that Yan Ming was willing to save him, and he would not be surprised if Yan Ming left him.
It is one thing to understand that people are always full of worries about a hopeless future.
So in those days, he tried his best to please Yan Ming, and he tried to help everything he could.
But at the time he was really a waste.
He was speechless to make Yan Ming happy, and his mana was also very low.
He couldn't help anything, so he kept thinking that Yan Ming would definitely leave him, but only for one day, two days, or three days.
Because of this, he was always tossing and turning at night.
One night, Yan Ming suddenly asked him, "Why don't you sleep?"
Fu Changling was hesitating whether to tell him or not, when he felt Yan Ming turned sideways. He took his hand, put it on his chest, and asked him calmly, "If you are worried about anything, you can write it here and tell me."
He held his hand, and Fu Changling could feel the calluses on his hand due to his long-term sword practice and the frost-like temperature on his hand.
Fu Changling trembled slightly, and then he heard Yan Ming say warmly, "Don't be afraid, just tell me."
He didn't move. After a long time, he was still on Yan Ming's chest, telling him stroke by stroke, "You will leave me."
After writing, he added three more words, as if he had written his ending: "I will die."
Yan Ming didn't speak. After a long time, Yan Ming said calmly: "I said that I would protect you and go out, so I would not abandon you. If you are uneasy about this, you don't have to."
"I am useless."
Fu Changling wrote on his chest again: "I can't help you."
"It's ok."
Yan Ming said peacefully: "You don't have to help me, you just need to be yourself."
"I save you, it is the morality in my heart, and you don't need to do anything."
This was something Fu Changling had never heard in his entire life.
He grew up in Yunze's top Xianmen Fu family. He was the eldest son of the Fu family, but he was an illegitimate child.
He doesn't have a mother, in order to survive and live decently, he can only be careful to please everyone around him. His father, his stepmother, and even his younger siblings, uncles...
Because of his liking, he was used to laughing all the year round. It was the first time someone told him that you just need to be yourself.
When this sentence came out, his eyes were sore, and he felt embarrassed. He lowered his head, and his hand was still on the man's chest. come out.
At this embarrassing moment, Yan Ming put his hand on his shoulder and said in an ordinary tone, "Go to sleep, I am here."
At about that moment, the youthful love opened up and took root.
That night, he hadn't slept, so he kept waiting, and when Yan Ming fell asleep, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and carefully touched Yan Ming's face.
He touched the corners of his eyes, the tip of his brow, the bridge of his nose, his lips, his jaw.
He described this person from his fingertips, he wanted to know what this person looked like, and he hoped that one day in the future, if they met again, he could recognize at a glance that this person was Yan Ming.
From then on, he began to constantly inquire about Yan Ming's origin, but Yan Ming rarely mentioned it. He vaguely said some of his past events, but it was not enough for people to know who this person was.
Sometimes after he talked to Yan Ming about going out, Yan Ming never answered.
They were groping for the rules of the Xuanji secret realm in the Xuanji secret realm. At that time, Fu Changling had no later experience and no luck today. The two of them were walking around like big-headed flies. I don't know anything other than death. They roamed the whole town many times. A few days before the sacrifice, Qin Yan finally found some clues. He grabbed a magic tool, this magic tool is called the Gathering Pagoda, which can provide the caster with a steady stream of spiritual power. Ability to improve in a short time.
For this magic weapon, they were chased and killed all the way out of the town by the person in charge of the magic weapon. Outside the town was icy and snowy, Yan Ming dragged him and ran all the way. Lingta, a staggering rolled down the slope next to it. Then he heard people chasing Yan Ming away, he climbed out of the ice and snow, he felt that his limbs were frozen by the wind and snow, his whole body was frozen, and his heart was cold.
He was holding the Pagoda, and he felt scared, especially scared.
This fear is not because he can't see, not because he can't speak, or because he might die in this vast land. But because he doesn't know a person's life or death, he doesn't know a person's departure, and he can't do anything for that person's life and death.
That was the first time he felt a powerlessness in his bones, that powerlessness made him get up, he climbed the slope, then lay on the ground, rubbing the ground inch by inch, following the footprints he touched, moving forward Climb over.
He didn't know how long he had climbed, and he didn't know how long the road was. He didn't think about anything, and he didn't dare to think about it. He just thought that if he couldn't find that person, he would just keep looking until he was found and died.
So he tried his best to make the sound of "ah, ah, ah", while groping forward, until finally, finally, a hand suddenly took his hand.
The man seemed to have been buried in the snow, his hands were as hard as stones, and the movements of holding Fu Changling seemed to be extremely difficult.
Then he hoarsely called out "Changling".
After being stunned for a while, Fu Changling hurriedly reached out to touch the man. He felt that the man was almost buried in the snow. He hurriedly reached out and pulled the snow away, and then pulled the man out of the snow.
He didn't know how many injuries Yan Ming suffered, nor what happened to Yan Ming. He only knew that Yan Ming's body was almost exhausted, his whole body was leaning softly on his shoulder, and his body had begun to cool down.
Fu Changling hurriedly drew a healing formation, let the person lean on his shoulder, then held the Spirit Gathering Pagoda in his hand, and moved the spiritual power from the Spirit Gathering Pagoda to Yan Ming's body all the way.
Yan Ming didn't speak, and Fu Changling didn't know whether the other party was good or not. He trembled, desperately sending spiritual energy to the other party, until the other party's golden core could no longer hold more spiritual energy, he finally gave up.
But the other party didn't speak or wake up. He didn't know what to do, he had no choice. He tried his best, and finally he was exhausted.
He couldn't do anything, so he put Yan Ming down and he lay beside him.
He took Yan Ming's hand, leaned over, and gently kissed the other's lips.
Yan Ming's lips were cold but soft.
The moment he kissed him, Fu Changling suddenly felt that the world was peaceful.
The original wind and snow, but everything slowed down.
Snowflakes are like feathers, gentle and quiet, spreading all over the world, burying all the fighting, all the blood, and all the despair just now, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness.
And the two of them lay in the blood-colored formation, becoming the only color on that day.
He pulled Yan Ming, he kissed him, and for the first time he felt Yan Ming's temperature. In the snow and ice, the warmth was so hot that it made people tremble.
His tears were mixed with blood and fell into the kiss, making the kiss smell of blood and tears.
He couldn't see it, he couldn't tell it, but at that moment, he suddenly felt that even if his life came to an end, he would not be reconciled.
So he suddenly understood his own mind, no one ever told what kind of feeling it was, but at that moment, he was self-taught without a teacher.
With trembling hands, he choked and put his fingertips on Yan Ming's chest, and then stroke by stroke, he wrote it on his heart.
"Yan Ming, I like you."
"Yan Ming, Fu Changling, I want to be with you."
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