The high-hanging candles were extinguished for the first time, the red cloth was torn off, the words of happiness were torn off, and the spacious hall was deserted.
There is only an oil lamp at the end of the corridor, the light is like a firefly, swaying desolately in the cold wind, precarious.
The cold wind passed through the hall, and the tulle on the window sills broke a small hole, revealing the vast night outside. The dream is really unreasonable. One second it is still a bright morning, and the next second it is dark and windy, dark clouds cover the sky, stars have fallen, and it is pitch black.
"Where's Xie Heng?" Xie Ziyou asked anxiously.
He looked around anxiously, clenched his fingers tightly, and a fine layer of sweat broke out from his palms.
The nameless flower can bring the injury of the dream into reality, the phantom's knife was pierced hard and deep, Xie Ziyou saw the blood gushing out, dyeing the brown brocade clothes into a darker black color, like a large mass of ink .
But before Xie Ziyou rushed up, the scene changed suddenly.
After a moment of distraction, he was already standing on this dark corridor.
Both sides stretched far into the darkness, with no end in sight.
The heavy wind brought low whistling, Xie Ziyou's eyes blurred, and the next moment, a slender figure gradually appeared at the end of the corridor.
The facial features are exquisite, the face is handsome, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes are shining with water, such as glimmering, even under the weak candlelight, it is still difficult to restrain the expression.
It was a phantom "Xie Ziyou".
The phantom had a man on its arm.
Rather than being dressed in black, it is more like a blurry shadow, with a head like a big egg, wearing a mask, and covered by Zhu Lan's shadow, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
The phantom "Xie Ziyou" was very close to him. He leaned sideways on the shoulder of the man in black, his posture was lazy, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of spring.
"I've never liked you," Phantom said softly, with a sweet voice, but a ruthless tone, "I'm only using you to lie to you when I'm close to you."
After saying that, "Xie Ziyou" laughed softly, raised his hand and brushed his lips lightly.
The nails are thin, and the fingertips are dyed with Yinhong Koudan, which is as gorgeous as blood.
...Like a low profile demonized version of Wang, Wang Ziyou Yun.
"You are just a substitute I found," the phantom laughed. "It's just a little like my lover. Now that the Lord has returned, your counterfeit...is useless."
Xie Ziyou turned around abruptly, following the vision of the phantom.
A few meters away, Xie Heng half-knelt on the ground with a silver knife stuck in his waist.
The blade was deeply immersed, and only the handle was visible. Thick blood slowly flowed out along the delicate notch on the handle, drop by drop, splashing to the ground, blooming beautiful blood flowers.
Xie Heng's face was pale, and he looked up desperately.
The jaw was bitten by him, and blood flowed out from the corner of the mouth, and was wiped away vigorously, wiping away a large scarlet.
The young man propped his elbows on the ground, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were about to burst.
He said harshly, "You lied to me when you married me?"
Mirage wrote lightly: "Otherwise?"
"... But I am sincere to you."
Desperate gray air spread over Xie Heng's eyebrows and eyes. Sorrow and resentment supported him, causing the young man to move his seriously injured body, leaving clear marks on the bluestone ground step by step with bloody footprints.
"I am sincere to you." He repeated in a low voice, almost helpless, gnashed his teeth again, and said in a hoarse voice, "How am I not as good as him?"
"Just this—Guan Heng?!"
The word "Guan Heng" came to Xie Ziyou's ears, which made him almost tremble.
what's the situation
Xie Ziyou turned his head in a daze, his eyes widened.
Not far away, following Xie Heng's scolding, the man in black slowly raised his hand and lifted his mask.
A face without facial features was revealed.
Although there are no facial features, there are two big characters written on the place where the eyes should be, "Guan" on the left and "Heng" on the right. The big red characters are engraved on the egg brightly.
Like a silent mockery.
And Guan Dadan is not a simple background board, he is an egg with a role in the scene.
Heiying opened his mouth quietly, and said coldly to Xie Heng: "Whether I'm better or worse than you, what's the point?"
He tilted his head slightly, grabbed the hand of the phantom Xie Ziyou, and the two of them crossed their fingers and looked at each other lovingly, with an affectionate look.
"As long as Youyou loves me, I'm the best." Soi Ying said, "You give up."
As if hit by a heavy hammer, Xie Heng staggered a few steps, his face ashen.
Xie Ziyou couldn't listen anymore.
He rushed forward desperately, just at this moment, the invisible force blocking him in the dream quietly dissipated. The young man dashed out, barely able to stop the car, and bumped into Xie Heng.
Kankan stopped, Xie Ziyou grabbed Xie Heng's collar and cursed: "Idiot, wake up, it's all fake!"
Xie Heng was pulled by him, he lowered his head in a daze, his eyes dimmed slightly.
"Keep your eyes open, I'm Xie Ziyou, that one over there is a fake!" Xie Ziyou's long and thin eyebrows slanted, staring at his beautiful peach eyes, and said viciously, "You fucking wake me up, look That bastard over there is so cute and motherly, so ugly, is that how I look in your mind?"
Xie Heng was dazed for a moment, his eyes gradually returning to his senses.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched Xie Ziyou's temples, and stroked the young man's flowing peach eyes, as if trying to distinguish the authenticity from the fake by the temperature under his palm.
The phantom at the end of the corridor suddenly flicked his sleeves and sneered.
"It's pathetic," he said.
The voice was Xie Ziyou's clear voice, his tone imitated Xie Ziyou's dismissive tone, and his posture and expression were exactly the same as Xie Ziyou's arrogance.
Phantom clasped his hands and sighed: "Xie Heng, I can't bear the reality, you actually came up with an illusion to comfort yourself, I feel really sad for you."
"Grief is true, joy is false; pain is true, and health is false; betrayal is true, and staying together is false."
His tone became sharper and sharper, he paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice, and shouted: "There are all kinds of flavors in the world, that's how it is—Xie Heng, you really can't tell the difference?"
Such as Huang Zhong Da Lu, solemn and upright.
It was clearly a promenade extending in all directions, but echoes echoed from all directions, and in an instant there were screams from all directions, pale gauze curtains fluttered with the wind, the night wind was shrill, and the sound of rumbling thunder came from afar.
Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth fiercely, and helped Xie Heng up, but felt that the young man's arm on his shoulder was slightly stiff.
Damn, this bastard won't listen, will he
This world has not yet formally confirmed a romantic relationship, why do you feel that Xie Heng's IQ has lost all
"You, come here!" Xie Ziyou tiptoed slightly, hooked Xie Heng's neck, pressed the boy's broad shoulders, raised his head angrily, and leaned closer to Xie Heng's mouth for a kiss.
He kissed eagerly and forcefully, leaving a pool of watermarks on the corner of Xie Heng's lips, and the kiss sounded resoundingly in the empty corridor.
Xie Heng's dark eyes stared slightly, and he was stunned for a few seconds in astonishment. He slowly raised his right hand, and stroked his upper lip with the tip of his index finger—there was a faint lingering damp and hot water vapor.
Xie Ziyou blushed, and quickly wiped the back of his hand across his lips.
After wiping off the water stains, he grabbed Xie Heng's wrist again, held Xie Heng's palm half-forced, separated the curled five fingers one by one, and took the young white and knuckle hand, pressing it against his face.
"Have you touched it?" Xie Ziyou said fiercely, "It's hot."
Xie Heng's fingertips trembled.
His fingers were long and slender, the palm touched Xie Ziyou's delicate cheek skin, and the fingertips just touched Xie Ziyou's white earlobe.
Small, warm and soft, the thin red oozes from the depths, like the color of rouge smeared on the enamel, the slightly hot temperature is extremely vivid, and it is sent back to the apex of the heart along the nerve veins on the pulp of the finger, almost burning his chest.
Xie Ziyou blushed, grabbed Xie Heng's hand, slid it down his cheek and neck, and finally covered his heart.
"You're so stupid," he scolded angrily. "Aren't your ears sharp? Listen carefully, the inside can jump and move, it's alive!"
"I am the real Xie Ziyou, I like you!"
Xie Heng's heart trembled!
A large area of fog billowed in his eyes, like surging waves and a vast sea of clouds.
The mist was impacted and violently vibrated in the young man's eyes, as if something was struggling to break free from the shackles, and it was about to come out—
Phantom suddenly let out a loud sneer.
"It's too clumsy." He said coldly.
Together with him, Hei Ying walked forward slowly, and Phantom raised his finger to Xie Ziyou, his voice was as if knocking on ice and jade, and he said coldly: "He likes you? Are you just deceiving yourself like this?"
Xie Ziyou got angry when he saw this counterfeit, and said angrily: "I just like it, it's none of your business."
"Everything has a cause and effect." Phantom ignored the furious Xie Ziyou, only fixedly looked at Xie Heng, and said softly, "If he really likes you, why did he strip your sword bone?"
"... I was deceived!"
Phantom sneered: "It's a good one to be deceived. Xie Heng, ask yourself, how credible are these words?"
"...Okay, even if I took the sword bone, I regret it now, can't I? Don't let the prodigal son turn back?"
Phantom said, "Is it the prodigal son who turned back, or did he have ulterior motives?"
"What am I trying to do?" Xie Ziyou was so angry that he grabbed Xie Heng's collar and shook it vigorously, "With the sword bone in hand, you were also kicked out of Xie's house. You are so destitute, what else can I want you to do?"
"Who knows?" Phantom smiled lowly, "Maybe it's... Xuan Lingzong?"
Xie Ziyou: ...
Fuck!
This phantom is persecution paranoia, right
What made Xie Ziyou even more annoyed was that after hearing the phantom's words, Xie Heng gradually swayed, the mist in his eyes took over again, the fleeting look was suppressed, and his eyes gradually returned to their previous empty and lifeless appearance.
Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth and thought, even if he let go of his big moves, this person still doesn't believe it
Is it ridiculous to be liked by me
Dare to be more confident in yourself!
Phantom laughed.
Treacherous laughter floated in the vast night, the long corridor was dark, the candles on both sides were weak and almost extinguished, the smoke was lingering, and the curtains and veils danced in the sky, like Zhang Xu's white silk, misty and distant.
The bloodstain on Xie Heng's waist was still expanding, and the dark black blurred out, which was shocking.
Xie Ziyou smelled the pungent smell of blood, and his heart became more and more anxious.
He gritted his teeth fiercely, thinking that he should leave it alone, and treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so he grabbed Xie Heng's cuff, lowered the boy's waist, took a deep breath, and shouted in Xie Heng's ear: "Xie Heng, you use a sword The bone peeping incident has been exposed!"
"Xie Ziyou has rushed over, he is going to peel your skin!"
Xie Heng trembled all over!
In an instant, a ray of light appeared from the depths of the young man's eyes, breaking through the mist destructively, and leaping up the high slope with the scorching sun.