He didn't want me to marry Su Rui, but he didn't want to cross the line between me and him.
He has never forgotten the cultivation of Taoism, nor has he forgotten the great trust his master has placed on him.
"..." Xuan Cang's hand trembled, and his dark eyes looked at me complicatedly. "You take me away!" He didn't want to speak, but I didn't want to wait any longer. Speaking of this sentence, I almost spent all my energy.
A trace of surprise flashed in Xuan Cang's eyes, before turning into an extremely gentle smile.
He gently wiped my face, his pale face from the injury, gradually regaining some luster.
"Yu'er..." He finally softened his attitude and called out my name softly.
When I heard his address, my heart slammed. A trace of ruddy gradually stained his face, and he lowered his head shyly.
"Yeah!" I cried with joy, this long-lost reunion came too eagerly.
I couldn't bear to miss it in my heart, and threw myself into Xuan Cang's arms. The two hugged each other tightly in the dim temple.
There was only one flickering candle in the room, shining on the two of me, stretching their shadows very long... to the door!
The night is getting deeper, and I, who only wore a Chinese coat from home in the middle of the night, curled up in Xuan Cang's arms, sleepy and cold.
Xuan Cang painfully took off his coat and carefully put it on my body.
Xuan Cang leaned on the hay and fell asleep, while I slid into his arms and fell asleep in peace.
As for why I left the Sujia Bieyuan and how I appeared in the ruined temple... At that time, I didn't make any reflections on it.
"Wow..." There was a howl of a wolf suddenly outside.
The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees again, and it seemed that a yin wind blew over me. I shuddered, my body shivered, and I immediately woke up from my sleep.
I raised my head and looked outside the temple gate. The full moon was in the sky, and in the darkness I could still vaguely see the trees and mountains outside, as well as the white water.
There was no one around, and the candlelight above my head did not know when it had gone out.
I moved my body, slowly got up from the grass, and got up from Xuan Cang's arms lightly and neatly.
In the dilapidated temple, a black shadow faintly climbed up from the ground.
I didn't know where I took out a dagger glowing with cold light. The cold light on the tip of the knife made people shiver.
"What am I doing? What's the matter?" After returning to my senses, I looked at the dagger in my hand in surprise.
I held a cold-lighted dagger in my hand, and looked at Xuan Cang who was sleeping on the ground with a solemn expression on my face. With a cold snort, he intended to stab Xuan Cang's body.
"No! I can't hurt Xuan Cang! No..." I intended to stop the movement in my hand, but my body didn't listen to my orders at all.
The pale fingers held the dagger tightly, and bloodthirsty blue light glowed in the dark eyes. I looked down at Xuan Cang, who was still asleep on the ground...
"No! Stop it..." Realizing that my body was out of control, I immediately panicked.
"Xuan Cang! Wake up soon... Get up quickly..." I shouted in my heart. But Xuan Cang couldn't hear my voice and was still lying on the hay.
If it weren't for holding a dagger in my hand, I really want to push Xuan Cang awake.
"Xuan Cang! Xuan Cang... Get up quickly! I'm out of control... I don't want to kill you, I don't want you to die!" I was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, shouting in my heart.
But Xuan Cang couldn't hear my voice at all, still sleeping like a dead pig with his eyes closed.
Perhaps these days, he has suffered a lot. The spirit is also extremely exhausted, and his complexion is pale and bloodless. The brows are frowning, but the corners of his mouth are slightly upward.
"Hmm..." Xuan Cang in his sleep seemed to sense my voice. He snorted and finally opened his eyes slowly.
At the same time, the dagger in my hand plunged into his left chest.
"Yeah!" Xuan Cang snorted. Slowly raised his right hand and touched his left chest. The slender fingers were immediately dyed red with bright red blood.
"Yu, Yu'er!" Xuan Cang raised his eyes, looking at me in an incredible way.
My heart is sore as if it is dripping blood.
But I only heard my own cold snort, with a sullen expression on my face. The hand holding the dagger pierced Xuan Cang's chest for a few more points, and he turned viciously for a half circle.
"Ah!" Xuan Cang felt a bit of pain in his body. His body was tight, and his pale complexion instantly turned red because of the pain in his chest.
The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at me foolishly. There was shock and distress in his eyes, but there was no resentment at all.
Red blood flowed from the corner of Xuan Cang's mouth, and his body slowly lay back. He looked at me closely with his eyes, the tenderness and perseverance in his eyes.
I heard him ask: "Why..."
He just doesn't understand, why should I kill him myself!
And I... I don't understand why my body will face him with a knife uncontrollably.
"Xuan Cang! Since there is only me in your heart now..." My body leaned forward slightly, and my eyes looked at Xuan Cang sullenly and playfully. I heard myself say viciously: "Then... Give me your heart!"
The hand that held the dagger, twisted it firmly, wringing it on his wound.
"Hmm..." Xuan Cang was choked with pain, and his whole body convulsed. "you… "
"Xuan Cang! Go to hell! Don't you always feel guilty to your master?" I listened to my own voice and said to Xuan Cang, "Then you go to hell and apologize directly to him!"
As soon as I finished speaking, my hand violently swept the entire dagger into Xuan Cang's chest.
Xuan Cang pressed his thin lips tightly, and a dead gray complexion appeared on his face.
"Xuan Cang! Xuan Cang... No! Xuan Cang..." I looked at Xuan Cang in fear, for fear that he would really die like this.
His gaze looked at me softly. "Yu'er..." He slowly raised his right hand, and gently brushed my cheek with his fingers.
The hand stained with blood left a red blood mark on my face.
No matter how hard I can bear the pain in my heart, I can't wait to plunge the knife in my hand into my chest again.
My expression trembled, and I tilted my head slightly and rubbed it against Xuan Cang's hand. He looks obedient, just like a lovable cat.
The corners of Xuan Cang's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
I stretched out my left hand and gently held the hand next to my cheek. I asked him, "Even so... Do you still love me?"
Xuan Cang took a weak breath, and immediately coughed twice because of the injury involving his left chest. "Ahem..."
"Love..." He hardly hesitated, taking this word for granted.
Hearing his answer, my heart hurts even more. I stared at him with eyes wide open, and I don't know how to describe the feeling in my heart at this time. Tears rushed from the eye sockets, and the lover was like this. What regrets do you have in this life