nightmare.
Yan Qing was speechless. At the end of Chunshui Peach Blossom Road, in front of the No Regrets Cliff, when he really heard these words from Xie Shiyi, he actually felt as if "it is so". For him, Xie Shiyi was a curse born in his soul, a poisonous sore in his bone marrow. He could not get rid of it, but could only suppress his disgust and be vigilant day and night.
The most ironic thing is that Yan Qing couldn't give any explanation, because he now understood Xie Shiyi's feelings more clearly, calmly, and truly.
Yan Qing was silent for a long time, then said softly, "Xie Shiyi, are you going to kill me?"
Xie Shiyi did not answer him. He stood in front of the No Regrets Cliff. The wind howling from the abyss blew up his black hair. His red clothes were covered with pearly light by the rain and mist, as if he had walked through blood and fire all the way.
Yan Qing stood just one step behind him, his face pale, and accompanied him to look at the bottom of the No Regrets Cliff.
The terrain of the barrier city in the human world is steep and strange, close to the vast sea and at the end of the sky. However, it is separated by many mountains, and no one has ever crossed the mountains to see it.
The wind was howling wildly, and clear mist was rising from the sky and earth below the cliff.
The next second, Yan Qing realized that his wrist was held by Xie Shiyi, and then he fell down from the Cliff of No Regrets with him.
Before the expression of surprise disappeared from his eyes, a cold hand was already on his neck. Yan Qing looked up blankly and stepped on empty air.
The moment he and Xie Shiyi's eyes met, his heart trembled again. It turned out that it was not an illusion, Xie Shiyi's eyes were really filled with blood and tears at this moment. The wind was blowing down the cliff, and their hair was tangled together.
Xie Shiyi's grip on his neck tightened little by little, pressing against the sword mark, and pain and a feeling of suffocation came over him at the same time.
Yan Qing thought absentmindedly, he really wanted to kill himself. If he died, would the demon god disappear with him? It was good, Xie Shiyi had peace from then on, and he also had peace.
Yan Qing didn't say anything, nor did he resist. They were very close when they fell. Xie Shiyi's eyelashes were covered with mist, and rain flowed down his tall nose. His breath fell on his face. His eyes were too scarlet and too crazy. When they looked at each other, their pupils reflected each other, so that Yan Qing seemed to see his own despair and sadness.
The hand on his neck gradually gained strength, and Yan Qing slowly closed his eyes. In the last moment of unconsciousness, the suffocating feeling receded like a tide, and then he heard Xie Shiyi's low laugh. It was short, hoarse, cold and snowy, with a strong sense of irony, but it seemed very sad.
Yan Qing survived.
He knew he was in a coma, but he didn't want to wake up.
He didn't want to face Xie Shiyi, nor did he want to face the devil.
He wanted to think about something that would make him happy. But the first person he saw when he came to the other world was Xie Shiyi. He had been walking alone for years, through wind, frost, rain and snow, and every bit of it was the days that accompanied him. So every frame of the years was hidden by the bitter frost and snow. He dared not touch it, dared not dream about it.
The dream was just pitch black, and he floated in the virtual darkness. There was no edge here, and there was no end. It seemed that he was counting from one day to another, getting older and older.
But the devil refused to let him go.
She said softly: "Yan Qing, are you afraid of me?"
Yan Qing was extremely disgusted: "Shut up."
The demon smiled and said firmly, "Yes, you are afraid of me." She finally walked out of the thick fog and stood in front of Yan Qing. She was wearing a silver robe, half of her face was white bones and half was old, and her green eyes seemed to see through everything. The demon looked at him gently and sighed, "Why are you so pitiful? You don't even dare to wake up, and you choose to escape from everything in self-deception. Yan Qing, this is not like you - are you so afraid of me, to this extent?"
Yan Qing said nothing, treating her as air.
The demon god raised his eyebrows, and in the blink of an eye, his body turned into black mist, spreading throughout his dream. The next second, at the end of the darkness, a young man walked out, dressed in bright white, with a clear moon and a clear wind. He stood on the other side, his eyes like a lake with falling snow, and he smiled and shouted, "Yan Qing."
Yan Qing looked up indifferently, without any expression, and raised his hand. Then the boy's phantom immediately turned into smoke. This was his dream, and he was in control of everything.
Yan Qing said in a hoarse voice: "Do you take me for a fool?"
The demon god sneered, then sat down behind Yan Qing: "I'm beginning to get curious. You're not afraid of me, and you're not afraid of Xie Shiyi. So what are you afraid of? What are you avoiding?"
"Do you think you can avoid everything by hiding here like a turtle and refusing to wake up?"
The demon god said: "Yan Qing, you are such a coward!"
"Don't be afraid, there is nothing in this world that can't be solved by killing."
"What do you think was Xie Shiyi's reason for slaughtering the city? He entered the path of love. He wanted to cut off all love and renounce the mundane world. He did it so ruthlessly, why didn't you follow suit?"
"Yan Qing, you should wake up now and kill Xie Shiyi. Oh, you can't kill him with your current strength, then you should give your body to me." The demon god smiled softly: "Of course, you are definitely unwilling. You are cowardly and timid, and you are unwilling to take any risks."
Yan Qing still treated her as air. The wounds on his heart were torn and healed, and the blood kept clotting and scabbing, forming a thick wall for him, allowing him to shrink inside and empty himself. He didn't need to think, look, listen, or face it.
The demon god dragged out his voice and acted like a spoiled child: "Yan Qing, please pay attention to me."
Yan Qing sat in the wall he built, closed his eyes, covered his ears, and slowly bent down.
He didn't stay asleep after all.
When Yan Qing woke up, he temporarily sealed all his emotions. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the scattered bones on the ground. It was very empty and quiet here, with holy clouds and no sun or moon. When he looked up, he only saw a thick fog covering the huge animal bones. Where is this place
Before Yan Qing could react, he suddenly heard a sharp cry. A large bird that had been circling in the air for who knows how long was nothing but a skeleton. Seeing him wake up, it suddenly screamed and pounced on him. The skeleton bird came fiercely, but the moment it got close to him, it was killed by the cold sword formation in an instant. Broken bones fell from the sky and rolled to the ground.
Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, then he looked down and saw a large formation drawn by swords outside his own area.
He was silent for a moment.
The birds and beasts here were all huge. Yan Qing used the bones as a staff to support himself and finally saw the place clearly. The sky and the earth merged into one line. Next to it was a dragon bone beast head, majestic and huge, standing in the noisy wilderness for eternity.
Yan Qing finally saw Xie Shiyi in the center of the bone burial ground. The sword of no regrets was inserted beside him. Xie Shiyi was kneeling on the ground, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his red robe spread out like a blood-red river. He was looking for something in the pile of bones, and after searching for a long time, he finally found it and took it out.
Xie Shiyi noticed his coming, but stood up without even looking at him. Holding a broken mirror in his blood-stained hand, he walked to the east of the burial ground.
Yan Qing stared at him in a daze. The courage to ask him questions had been abandoned bit by bit several forty-one years ago. He was now just a puppet, living alone and helplessly in the world. He had no relatives, no friends, and even no body.
What is Xie Shiyi doing
In fact, Yan Qing didn’t even dare to guess what Xie Shiyi was thinking.
When I think about this question, I subconsciously ask myself: If it were him, what would he do
After all, the relationship between him, Xie Shiyi, and the Demon God is too easy to compare and too easy to empathize with.
Yan Qing, be quiet.
Self-paralysis and self-loathing became shackles that pulled his soul down bit by bit.
Yan Qing rolled his eyes, looking at this quiet grave, and couldn't help but think: If he died now, there wouldn't even be any bones left. The soul would be reduced to ashes, nothing would be left.
"Come with me."
Just when Yan Qing was still flying in the sky, Xie Shiyi suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice in front of him.
Yan Qing followed. He hid his soul in the black box, and now his mind was empty.
Xie Shiyi brought him to the front of a huge palace, took out a few broken mirrors, pieced them together into a complete mirror, and placed it in the concave part of the palace to fill it up. Then, with a rumble, the gate of the palace opened towards them.
Xie Shiyi said, "Go in." The moment he entered, the palace gate was closed, and it was pitch black, with red lights floating one after another. The candlelight flickered, illuminating Xie Shiyi's red clothes, and his expression was extremely cold, as if there was an invisible barrier around him, with thousands of layers of flying snow blocking outsiders from approaching.
"Stand here and wait for me to come out." Xie Shiyi said coldly, and walked forward without even looking at Yan Qing from beginning to end.
Yan Qing tilted his head, and a light brushed across his fingertips intimately.
The Demon God, who had been silent all this time, suddenly smiled faintly: "Xie Shiyi is actually thinking of a way to reshape your body for you?"
Yan Qing said nothing.
The demon god said, "It's really strange. You can just find someone to possess, but why go to so much trouble to find dragon breath? Does he want to let you be reborn in the world exactly as you are?"
Yan Qing was silent for a long time, then asked softly, "He's not going to kill me now, is he?"
The demon god was stunned, his green eyes flashed, and then he smiled slowly: "Yes, it seems so. Now that you mention it, I remember that you and his soul have been together for so long, and the bond is too deep. Killing you will also backfire on him. Only when you regain your body and completely sever the bond, can he kill you without any worries."
Yan Qing didn't say anything.
The demon smiled and said, "Oh, now I'm not curious anymore. No wonder he wanted to keep you by his side and protect you like this. It turns out he wanted to kill you."
Yan Qing was already tired of responding to him. He walked forward, following Xie Shiyi's steps, and finally at the end of the palace, thousands of lights flickered, and he walked into another world. The words of the previous demon god had never shaken him, but when he saw Xie Shiyi's half-kneeling figure in the ice crystal jade snow in the palace, Yan Qing's pupils shrank slightly.
This is the Dragon Palace, the residence formed by the last trace of the ancient dragon's divine thoughts. On the snowy plain, a giant dragon was sleeping, its body hovering half of the world, its scales were ice blue, and its horns were like jade. Xie Shiyi was kneeling on a lotus platform, being protected by the ice and snow lotus platform. Yan Qing realized that Xie Shiyi was actually covered in blood, but because he was wearing red clothes, the blood only dyed the clothes darker, and outsiders could not detect it.
The demon god unexpectedly said, "It turned out to be the Mirage Dragon, the mount of Emperor Nan Dou back then. No wonder he came here."
Yan Qing pursed her lips and walked forward.
The demon's expression changed drastically and he stopped him: "Wait, Yan Qing, what are you going to do? This is a mirage dragon! You're just sending it away!"
When Yan Qing stood in the snow, he felt the chill that penetrated his soul. His originally numb heart was also awakened by the howling snow.
The demon god hated everything about this place, and said with fear and gnashing teeth: "Xie Shiyi is obsessed with killing you, you should go over and give him a sword now, but you are still thinking about saving him? Yan Qing, I have discovered that you are not only cowardly, but also willing to be a lowly person!"
The breath exhaled by the mirage dragon creates countless fantasies, and on the sea it becomes a vast mirage.
Yan Qing listened to the words of the demon god, a little blood red overflowed from his pupils, and he lowered his head as if talking to himself: "Xie Shiyi, do you want to kill me?"
The demon god said as a matter of course: "Yeah." She was thinking about something, and then bewitched, "Just like you want to kill me all the time."
A gust of wind blew by, and Yan Qing staggered. He lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed softly.
"You keep irritating me."
He raised his head, a trace of blood-red flashed across the depths of his pupils. At this moment, the soul curled up in the black box seemed to be slowly awakening. The seven emotions and six desires were pulled back to him bit by bit.
"You used what I said to Xie Shiyi in the past to provoke me and remind me how much he hates me."
"Maybe he really hates me." Yan Qing spoke slowly, word by word, "But I don't believe a word you said just now. Xie Shiyi could have killed me right now without any backlash, but he has been saving me. With his personality, he shouldn't go to such great lengths to do something in the most complicated way. If he wanted to kill me, he would have killed me when I came out of the Qingshi Gate."
After being exposed, the demon was silent for a moment, then he immediately shrilly mocked: "What? Do you think he still has feelings for you?!"
Yan Qing said calmly: "It's not about old feelings. But he is trying to end it." His throat was full of blood, and some of it flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Yan Qing raised his hand to wipe it off, walked forward, and said in a voice as light as flying snow: "Then I will accompany him to end it together."
The demon was so angry that he lost his mind, but as he walked towards the center of the snowstorm, he calmed down again. She said in a low and strange voice: "Yan Qing, you really like to be sentimental."
A violent gust of wind and snow blew over, almost knocking Yan Qing down. He dug his fingers into the snow and looked at the particles reflecting the icy light.
After a long silence, he stood up again.
Yan Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she let out a breath.
The shackles that were dragging his soul into the abyss seemed to be completely breaking apart step by step.
All the loneliness, fragility, helplessness and confusion dissipated under his feet like clouds of smoke.
Yan Qing asked calmly: "Guess what I'm afraid of right now."
The demon stopped talking.
Yan Qing looked through the blizzard to see Xie Shiyi on the lotus platform, his red clothes stained with blood, his black hair clinging to his pale face, his fingers tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, his brows full of pain.
Yan Qing said slowly: "I'm afraid of myself."
His voice was very soft.
"Whenever I hear your voice, I start to think about how unbearable I was in Xie Shiyi's eyes. Whenever I think about your existence, I feel as if I am not even fit to be alive. Everything I said, everything I did, was wrong."
His truest sadness was related to Xie Shiyi.
But his real fear has always been the sincere, serious and enthusiastic self of the past.
I dare not face it, I dare not recall it. In the several sleepless nights in the shrine, I was confused and fearful. Forty steps, every step was filled with blood.
The devil is used to playing with people's hearts.
He revealed the cruelest truth in his ears in the way he feared the most.
He has only now calmed down.
It turns out that the first enemy was not the devil.
The first enemy that made him cowardly and escape, that made him self-pitying, that made him despair and collapse, and that almost led to his own destruction... was himself.
Yan Qing exhaled gently and slowly, looking at Xie Shiyi through the wind and snow, and said, "You are right, running away will not solve the problem."
He and Xie Shiyi need to put things to rest.
It was also... a closure between him and himself.