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Shu Xunmo only felt as if his heart was being held by a big cold hand, slowly tightening, and he couldn't breathe.

Yi Ruoxuan hugged Shu Xunmo, feeling the coldness of his body.

"Brother, give me the jade."

Yi Ruoxuan took the jade in Shu Xunmo's hand and let it float in the air, emitting a slight fluorescence from the inside out. There seemed to be an invisible carving knife in the air, and the jade fragments fell down and disappeared in a blink of an eye. , the jade gradually took on the shape of a jade comb, with a thin end and a blooming peach blossom at the other end.

Holding it in my hand, I can only feel the continuous spiritual power rushing through the jade comb.

"Senior brother, don't be afraid." Yi Ruoxuan let go of him, letting him face him, suddenly raised his hand, spread out his palm, and slashed suddenly, a red mark appeared immediately.

Blood gurgled from the wound.

"What are you going to do!" Shu Xunmo grabbed his hand, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind: a young man cut open his hand and dripped blood on the round mirror.

With blood as a medium.

He overlapped the black-clothed boy in his dream with Yi Ruoxuan who was wearing a black robe in front of him.

Is he...

Shu Xunmo held down his hand to prevent him from dripping blood on the jade comb.

"is that you..."

"Is it you in my dream..."

Yi Ruoxuan smiled and moved Shu Xunmo's hand away without making a sound.

Silence is the default.

"Is it worth it...is it worth it for me..." Shu Xunmo's eyes were almost red, seeing Yi Ruoxuan's smile, his heart felt a burst of irregular dull pain.

Why don't you tell me anything!Do so much for me and say nothing!

Those words that I wanted to growl at first, but when I saw him, they were all choked up in my throat and I couldn't say them.

Yi Ruoxuan also looked at him, and suddenly leaned over, leaned his head on his shoulder, and said: "Brother, if it weren't for you, I might not be able to live today, so everything I do now is worth it .”

If it wasn't for Shu Xunmo, it is possible that he is still shrunk in that small Qunfang Court, suffering those inhuman abuses, humiliating his whole life, or he has already been ravaged by them and died, thrown on the Bone Ridge , the resentment persists.

So I am willing to do anything for you.

The blood still dripped on the jade comb in the end, and a layer of ripples spread out, spreading around. Slowly, the original transparent and white color gradually became dark red, and the peach blossom shape on the far right was also bright red, like a sucker. As full as blood, the entire jade comb exudes a strange blood red.

Hold up a strand of long hair and use that blood comb to comb from top to end.

In an instant, the jade comb surged with spiritual power, pouring towards Shu Xunmo's head, forming a white vortex.

Shu Xunmo only felt that some fragments in his mind were like a magnet meeting iron filings, a strong external force surged, and all of them were sucked out of his mind.

His head was groggy, and there was a sense of emptiness as if his soul was being pulled out. Suddenly, with a click, a cloud of black mist cleared in his mind.

Nightmare, dissipated.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a dream again.

Not his dream.

But this time he is not alone, the one holding his right hand is Yi Ruoxuan.

"This is my nightmare." Yi Ruoxuan looked at the picture in front of him and said.

This place used to be the source of the panic and despair that he tossed and turned in his sleep before, the place he never wanted Shu Xunmo to see.The him here is the craziest, resentful, and filthy person.

"Senior brother, you are still being ignored..."

Sensing Yi Ruoxuan's strange emotion, Shu Xunmo held his hand tightly, and said softly, "I won't mind."

Hearing his words, Yi Ruoxuan was still a little uneasy, dawdled for a long time, and added: "Then senior brother, don't hate me after reading it."

After hearing his words, Shu Xunmo slightly bent the corner of his mouth, and said, "No."

Holding hands like this, they saw the scene in front of them clearly.

A boy who looked about eleven or twelve years old.

The appearance is still quite immature, the black eyes are extremely bright, the pink and tender bun face, the full peach eyes and the bright red lips can tell the future demeanor.

"You were so beautiful when you were young." Shu Xunmo sighed.

"Senior brother, I am also very beautiful now." Yi Ruoxuan said quietly.

"..." Yes, yes, yes, you are good-looking, and you can say anything.

This young Yi Ruoxuan was sitting in the promenade of a courtyard, wearing expensive clothes, a bright red coat embroidered with gold thread peonies, a crescent-colored inner coat, a belt wrapped around his waist, and a crystal-clear necklace hanging With a clear jade pendant, her little boots kicked on, she looked exquisite, with a book in her hand, she was dozing off bit by bit.

Looking at his own embarrassment when he was a child, Yi Ruoxuan's ears turned red, and he looked down at Shu Xunmo who was full of smiles, and blushed even more.

"Hey, my little master, why are you still dozing off here? You have been waiting for a long time!" The housekeeper in the mansion saw him, dumbfounded, and woke him up. The broom is coming to beat you!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Ruoxuan immediately woke up, blinked his eyes like a jade doll, softly said "Got it.", and stumbled towards the door.

After watching this clip, Shu Xunmo couldn't help laughing. It turned out that Lord Mojun, who is so domineering and imposing now, was a little cute when he was a child. He was so soft and cute that he wanted people to pinch Baozi's face.

"Brother, don't I look good now?" Yi Ruoxuan suddenly doubted his appearance.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful." Shu Xunmo said without hesitation.

Then, the next segment made Shu Xunmo unable to laugh.

The same little Yi Ruoxuan, who looked to be only about 14 years old, was watching the souls of his relatives return to the west one by one on the guillotine.

A tear that fell from the corner of his eye shattered his strength.

Shu Xunmo turned his head sideways and looked at Yi Ruoxuan. His side face was very resolute without any cowardice. He calmly looked at the extremely bloody scene in front of him. Shu Xunmo's Adam's apple twitched, but he was speechless.

His hands were shaking.

Shu Xunmo hastily clenched his hands tightly, trying to give him some warmth.

"I'm fine." Yi Ruo said.

How could Shu Xunmo believe it, without saying a word, he clenched his hand even more tightly.

"I'm here." Shu Xun Mo said.

They cuddle up against each other and watch his past.

Until seeing him being sold into Qunfang Court, even though he was ready, the corners of Yi Ruoxuan's brows still twitched slightly.

It's so unbearable...

The screen showed him making a scene, making the whole place smoky, being forced to wear that kind of skirt, and some unsightly scenes, Yi Ruoxuan wanted to cover his face and retreat.

"It's okay." Shu Xunmo hugged him, "I will not prejudice you because of what happened to you."

Until he saw himself standing in the picture.

"Eh? Is this me?" The corners of Shu Xunmo's mouth twisted a bit, and he still felt a little uncomfortable looking at his face, which was as cold as ice and written all over the face that others should not approach.

Have you been so cold before?

In fact, he forgot that it was the same now.

"So you are the boy I saved." Shu Xunmo suddenly realized, without feeling any prejudice at all.

"Hmm..." Yi Ruoxuan was ashamed to look at himself like that, and turned his head to refuse to watch.

The picture turns slowly like a revolving lantern, Yi Ruoxuan madly stabs his face with a hairpin and falls in a pool of blood; after being unconscious, he is thrown to Buried Ridge and rescued by others; after entering the magic way, various difficulties and dangers .

The more Shu Xunmo looked at it, the more distressed he became. He just felt that he was really tenacious in the picture, and he got to where he is today step by step.

The later scene is from his dream, Yi Ruoxuan is unwilling to let go of the mirror in his arms even though he is seriously injured and his body is covered with scars in order to find Zhong Yuanjing.

"I don't regret it, nor have I ever regretted it." In the picture, the 15-year-old boy knelt on the cold and damp ground, even though his face was covered with bruises, he still spit out those words word by word.

In his eyes, there is a light that has never been seen before.

...

After waking up from the dream, they walked out of the cave.

Shu Xunmo remembered everything, even if he was asked to forget, he didn't want to forget.

The heavy round mirror and the pan-moon comb are now in his hands, and the nightmare has dissipated.

Yi Ruoxuan asked him if he still kept it, Shu Xunmo said that it was useless anyway, he might as well use it to comb his hair and look in the mirror.Yi Ruoxuan expressed his approval.

When going down the mountain, they once again saw those teenagers who had lost their direction and ran around, and they kindly showed them the way. Both of them felt that they had done a good deed, and in fact it was a good deed.

Now that the nightmare has been resolved, and Yi Ruoxuan's dreams have been seen, they have nothing to worry about.

The two held hands and prepared to report back to the Taoist Temple, and then... continue to go down the mountain to play...

When Yun Yuan heard this, the corners of Feng Qingyun Dan's mouth still twitched, and when he heard that his apprentice knew all about the past, his hands trembled and he almost collapsed, "Know everything?"

"Yes." Shu Xunmo nodded, "Master, I would like to take some time off."

Seeing that Shu Xunmo wasn't obsessed with past memories, he still looked like a teacher and said, "Ask for leave... as a teacher, I still have to think about it..."

"Uncle, my master has developed a new Zhu Rongshuang, and I brought some specially for you." Yi Ruoxuan took out some weird things and pushed them to Yun Yuan's eyes.

"Okay, okay, you guys go to play, the children are grown up now, and their wings are stiff, and it will be uncomfortable if they don't go down the mountain to play, forget it." Yun Yuan waved his hand generously, "It's for the teacher."

"..."

The next second, they both looked at each other and smiled.

When the people in the Taoist temple knew that they were going to travel in the clouds, they almost all ran over to see it.

How should I put it, each expression is very rich.

On the one hand, they are afraid of Yiruo's identity as the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, and on the other hand, they are reluctant to let go of their good-looking senior brother (...)

"Senior Brother Xun Mo, come back early." Lou Mian said.

"I will miss you." A little junior sister who had given him a sachet was sobbing while wiping away tears.

"Hey, hey, Junior Sister Bai, why did you run away!" This sentence was obviously said by Wu Yu, that brainless man.

Anyway, it was just a mess, and then they stopped after sending them a long way.

After waving at them all, Shu Xunmo asked, "Where are you going?"

"It's up to us." Yi Ruoxuan was still jealous of the junior sister who was about to throw herself on Shu Xunmo and cry just now, but he lifted her away with one hand.

"Okay, okay, I didn't look at her, but you." Shu Xunmo couldn't laugh or cry, and took his hand.

Then cheekily, go to see him.

Then Yi Ruoxuan... Naturally, he is not angry...

"Let's go."

"Kiss one and I'll think about it."

...

In the mountains, one black and one white figure, together with the green mountains and green waters, is naturally a picture scroll.

【Finish】

The author has something to say: Huh, it's finally the finale. (That's right! It's unfinished.)

The process of this article: random thinking → character design → conception → plot → start of work → details → unfinished (.

As a 15-year-old cane-making junior high school student, it is not easy to write a novel (no one reads it.): no one supports it, the cultural content is not enough, I like ooc, the logic is dead (. The plot is not finished, the relationship between the characters has not been clarified, I ended up being caught off guard. :)

So I really admire those who write thieves six, so the next article should take a good look at classical Chinese, and prepare to write an article about Juncheng~