Jie Bian stood up in panic and looked around: "There is something wrong here!" His memory seemed to be interrupted, as if he fell asleep, was still on his way before going to sleep, and woke up here, what happened in the middle , but cannot be concatenated.
Moreover, he found that his feet suddenly didn't hurt, and he could move freely as if he hadn't been injured at all.
"Wuyin, we..." Xie Bian turned his head and saw that Fan Wuyin was gone.
Not only did the people disappear, but the tables and chairs I sat on just now, and even the style of the entire small restaurant changed, turning into a larger inn. There was a plaque with the name of the inn on the back of the counter when you entered the door——古古Tuo Inn. He has never been to this inn in his memory, but standing here, he has a lingering sense of familiarity.
"Wuxie, where are you?!" Xie Bian shouted and ran out, but the next moment his body was dragged to a halt. He turned his head, followed the shadows in his eyes, and saw a well-crafted boy about seven or eight years old, tugging at his sleeve.
"Brother, where are you going?" The boy looked up at Xie Bian, his big black and white eyes were as clear as two clear springs.
Xie Bian's heart seemed to have suffered a severe blow, and half of his body was numb from the pain. He stared blankly at the boy, his mouth was dry and his chest was stuffy. He slowly squatted down, and a name was pressed against his lips, ready to be pronounced.
"Brother?"
"...Xiao Jiu?" Xie Bian only felt his nasal cavity sore, and a huge wave of sadness that he had never experienced hit him like a flood.
How can you be so sad? He had never been so sad, why did he know that this child was the "Xiao Jiu" in his dream? Why did Xiao Jiu make herself so sad? It seemed that this child was clearly in front of his eyes, but he had already lost it long ago.
Xiao Jiu naturally snuggled into Jie Bian's arms: "Don't sneak out by yourself, you promised me that you would play with me well."
Jie Bian stared at Xiao Jiu, his hands unconsciously tightened, and he held Xiao Jiu in his arms, his vision gradually blurred.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Jiu stretched out her small hand and wiped away the moisture from Jie Bian's eyes, "Why are you crying?"
Xie Bian wiped away his tears with his hands, and his vision was as clear as washing. He looked at Xiao Jiu carefully, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.
The child's facial features have not matured yet, but they are already very beautiful, especially those eyes, with hooks at the end of the eyes, like a stroke of god, born with charm. It looks more and more like... like...
Xie Bian broke out in a cold sweat. No, he shouldn't be here, he should be on the way to Mount Tai with his junior brother, this inn, this child, everything in front of him is not real, he may be under the illusion!
Xie Bian pushed Xiao Jiu away, trying to find a flaw in this illusion.
Xiao Jiu grabbed Jie Bian's arm: "Brother? Let's go back to the room, won't you test my homework today?"
Xie Bian wanted to break Xiao Jiu's hand from holding him, but when he met the trusting and dependent eyes, he suddenly lost his strength.
"Today's food is too bad, I really want to eat big brother's stewed ribs." Xiao Jiu said while pulling Jie Bian to the inn.
Xie Bian's mind wandered between chaos and sobriety, a voice shouted in his heart, don't believe everything in front of him, but his body let Xiao Jiu lead him forward.
It's fake, is it... fake
Xiao Jiu, his younger brother, later turned against him. This is what he saw in a dream about his previous life. However, he really couldn't connect the soft and cute child in front of him with the domineering man who forced him. No, no, because this child is not Xiao Jiu in the first place, it is impossible for Xiao Jiu to have a face that looks like Fan Wuxi, all of this is an illusion based on what he knows and feels!
Jie Bi settled down and shook off Xiao Jiu's hand.
Xiao Jiu looked at Xie Bian in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong?"
"You, you are not Xiao Jiu." Xie Bian stepped back.
"Brother, where are you going?" Xiao Jiu panicked and ran towards him.
"Don't come here!" Jie Bian shouted, reciting the meditation mantra. He fell under the illusion, everything in front of him is fake, he and Fan Wuxi are both in danger, he must wake up as soon as possible.
"Brother, don't leave Xiao Jiu behind." Xiao Jiu hurriedly stretched out her small hand to him, with tears in her eyes, "Brother, wait for me."
Xie Bian saw his crying appearance, his heart hurt badly, he shook his head: "You are not, you are fake, don't come here."
Suddenly, a group of masked men in black appeared from all directions, stabbing at them with shining swords.
Xiao Jiu was terrified: "Brother, save me—"
"Xiao Jiu!" Xie Bian didn't care to convince himself that everything in front of him was illusory, and rushed over with his sword.
But it was too late, those silver-white sharp blades pierced Xiao Jiu's body mercilessly.
"Don't—" Jie Bian let out a heart-piercing scream.
Blood gushed out of his small body in an instant, and his bright eyes gradually lost their spirit, like a extinguished lamp. The sharp blade tore open his flesh and guts, and the man in black dug out a golden pill from his bloody belly.
"Ahh—" Jie Bian roared mournfully, like a beast driven to a desperate situation, hatred, anger, despair, pain, all the most tragic emotional collisions in life, almost overwhelmed his sanity.
He rushed forward desperately, sweeping away thousands of troops with his sword, and all the men in black were like reflections in the water, distorted into nothingness by the turbulence of the water, and then completely dissipated.
Xiao Jiu also disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.
Jie Bian stared blankly at the pool of blood, the air was still filled with a smell of blood, and the tears on his face were still cold, but Xiao Jiu was gone.
Illusion, reality, mixed with truth and falsehood, what should he believe
"Brother, do you feel ashamed?"
There was a sound of ice cracking behind him.
Xie Bian turned around abruptly.
A tall and stern man exuding a black dead air was staring at himself with a pair of resentful eyes.
Fan Wuyi? !
No, no, this person is not his junior brother.
The man took a step closer and laughed mockingly: "Or I should ask, brother, do you have a heart?"
Xie Bian's scalp was numb, and the instinctive fear of this man immediately invaded his limbs, and he just wanted to escape.
The person in front of him is the man in his dream, the grown-up Xiao Jiu. But he never saw this man's face clearly in that dream, this face should not be Fan Wuxi's face.
He slapped himself hard.
Illusion, illusion, it's illusion.
Jie Bian's consciousness was wandering between muddled and sober, he didn't know how long he could last, this illusion was like a quagmire, dragging his reason into the abyss little by little.
Xiao Jiu approached step by step: "Why are you looking at me like this? But I haven't seen you in ten years, brother will not forget me."
"You...you are Xiao Jiu."
Xiao Jiu sneered: "How can you forget, who did you step on to sit on the throne? Isn't it all thanks to you that I became what I am now?"
throne? He, he sat on the throne? He is the emperor
Jie Bian tremblingly said: "Who are you, who am I?"
Xiao Jiu pushed Jie Bian into a corner, her handsome face was distorted by hatred: "Are you scared? When you killed me and my mother back then, didn't you think you would have this day?"
Xie Bian shook his head: "No, you, this is a face without fear, you are an illusion..."
The corners of Xiaojiu's lips twitched slightly, revealing an evil smile: "You should be afraid. No one in this Kyushu is not afraid of me, especially you. You know why I came back. For ten years, I have experienced all kinds of inhuman sufferings. Only one The thought is supporting me, and that is you." He grabbed Jie Bian's chin, "I want to come back, and I want to make you pay the price." After finishing speaking, his lips bumped hard.
A rude and overbearing kiss, kissing fiercely with a force that would devour people.
Xie Bian's mind was in a state of confusion. He recalled those domineering kisses in his dream for a while, and then remembered those lingering kisses with Fan Wushi. The warm atmosphere gradually merged, making it impossible for him to distinguish Xiao Jiu from Fan Wushi. It seemed as if they had always been one.
The realization made him shudder.
No, Fan Wuxi is not Xiao Jiu, who is Xiao Jiu, no, all this is wrong!
Xie Bian struggled to get up, his consciousness once again grasped a trace of clarity, he was able to surface from the encirclement of illusion, and took a breath. He forced himself to stay awake, lowered his energy to his dantian, released the spiritual pressure, and muttered the meditation mantra from his mouth.
"Don't try to run away from me, don't try to get rid of me."
"I can kill everyone you care about."
"Bringing up with me, you deserve it too?"
"You only deserve to be fucked by me."
"What you owe me in this life will not be paid until you die."
"I hate you."
"Brother."
The curse-like words kept lingering in his ears, breaking Xie Bian's heart.
Shut up, shut up, shut up—
A huge spiritual pressure erupted from Zijie Bian's body, washing away everything around him like a flood.
The person in front of him disappeared, with all the formed hatred, paranoia and madness, disappeared.
Xiao Jiu, whether it was the child in her arms or the man who threatened her, all disappeared.
A distant voice was calling to himself.
Xie Bian struggled to open his eyes, the face in front of him changed from blurry to clear, with a pair of hooked fox eyes at the end of his eyes, full of anxiety at this moment.
Xie Bian's breath stagnates.
"Brother, brother, are you okay? Wake up."
No deterrence, this is no deterrence.
Xie Bian hugged Fan Wuyi, his body trembling badly.
"Brother, you..."
"Xiao Jiu." Xie Bian blurted out these two words, and he was also stunned. He shook his head helplessly, tears streaming down his face.
Fan Wuxi's expression changed suddenly.