blood sacrifice

"Although he may not be conscious now, he can barely breathe and is considered alive. It is not certain whether he can hear you, but you should try to speak. There will be no such opportunity in the future. Maybe you can still Hurry up, it will be forgotten after a thousand years, how good it is."

"You can remember that he can't forget it until now, isn't it because of regrets? Hurry up and make up for the previous regrets now, and finish talking together if you have something to say, and then forget to finish things early, so as to save you from the trouble of entanglement."

"Save him." Ling Xu insisted persistently, his blue pupils were blushing, and even his pupils were as dazed as dead.

Looking back, Xie Yue looked down at her wrist which was held by Ling Xu, raised her head, and couldn't help but look at Ling Xu's red eyes in a daze. It's not about me, it's about you."

Seeing Ling Xu looking at her with a suspicious face, Xiaoyue suddenly felt very good: "Don't look at me like that, I'm just telling the truth."

After speaking, he broke free from Ling Xu's hold on his arm, was tough but not too much, turned and left.

The six Nether servants could only quietly watch Luyue leave, because they didn't even say anything to their lord, and they were not qualified to comment.

Sitting lightly on the edge of the bed, looking pale, although he obviously frowned, but besides the pain, there was a bit more relief and relief between the brows, this kind of recognition terrified Ling Xu.

As soon as he grasped the hands hanging down on both sides, the icy touch made the handsome sword eyebrows tangled together, he was afraid that he would just let go, he was afraid that he would just leave, because he couldn't convince himself that he was pushed into this place again and again. Darkness knocks down the earthly world of hell.

What else is worthy of his nostalgia, what else is the reason why he struggles and refuses to give up, what else can give him such a strong desire to survive, Ling Xu knows, even more helpless and painful, he is not the one who can make him ignite The reason for his desire to survive is actually the culprit who pushed him into eternal doom time and time again.

Unblinkingly staring at the unconscious lover with closed eyes, for fear that at some moment it will be the last time!

Obviously there are a lot of things I haven't had time to say, there are too many explanations and misses, although it can't be a reason to hurt him, and it can't be an excuse to be forgiven, but at least it can let him know that from the beginning to the end, the one that made me struggle, made me think He wanted to escape but couldn't avoid it, the person who made himself miss it again and again but couldn't say it, the person who has lived in his heart for thousands of years and blended into his soul and blood, he never admitted his mistake, and never Get mixed up, not once!

Even if the identities were exchanged due to the turmoil of the world, even if the object was misunderstood due to blunders, the person who was imprinted in the depths of the soul and could be heartbroken and comforted just by calling his name has never changed.

That person, he used to be called Xiao, because of the debt and making up for it, he also kept himself in the dark like all ordinary people, but his real name was Rong Ye, the person he recognized from the first sight!

The name can be changed, the identity can be changed, the appearance can be changed, even the gender and race can be changed, but that feeling has never changed!

But these, how can I let him know?How can I let a lover who has experienced such grief and despair know that I can't even hope for my lover's trust, I just ask him to listen to this nonsense that is already like air...

And I even missed the opportunity to explain all this to him, because of my dissatisfaction, because of my extravagant demands, because of Mei Ji's words, I want to know if there is still a place for me in his already dead heart, is it? It's not that he still has feelings for himself, even if it's just a little touch, even if it's hatred, he just wants to know if he still exists in his heart!

So I and Mei Ji teamed up to play a play, a tender and sweet play, it was ridiculous to think about it, but I still had the idea that he might still love me, thinking that he would go to extremes because of this, but what's the point? !

Just like seeing him lose consciousness, confused and painful, crying silently with a dazed and miserable face? !What's the point of even getting an answer? !Nothing more than another injury!Nothing more than another missed opportunity to explain!

Raising his hand, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably. He Ling Xu has lived for countless years since he was born, and there has never been a word like fear in his dictionary.

But now, he is afraid, he is afraid, afraid that every look he takes may be his last look, but unexpectedly, he is not as crazy as before, but he is so calm.

The palm brushed across the pale and bloodless measurement, and the fingertips gently rubbed the contours of the beautiful and soft side face.

Did you feel so dead when you were outside the house?Struggling desperately but unable to escape the brutal invasion, wanting to call for help but seeing the scene of himself and another man falling into the rain indoors?What despair! !

Unconsciously, the fingers lingered down to the throat, the honey-colored palm against the pale skin actually shone a little warm under the slightly dim light, a little bit of warmth, as if the man who was still lying unconscious on the bed was not so cold, He had never exuded such an indifferent aura of repelling people thousands of miles away, and the master who was gently caressing his hand became more and more gentle and restrained, but he was also domineering, but this domineering never targeted that person.

The fingertips with a thin layer of calluses slid across the neck, rubbing sand on the Adam's apple, as if the movement of rubbing sand back and forth at this moment can relieve a little pain, persistent, stubborn.

Could it be that outside the house that day, you have called out more than once, called my name, held humble and even forced calm thoughts, barely maintained the last attachment, abandoned your pride and self-esteem, and asked me for help , I hope that everything in front of me is fake, I hope that everything is just a dream, I hope that I can gently hold you in my arms, comfort your pain and despair, and tell you over and over again, this is not true, my love It's you, and all I want is you. Everything is just a dream that happiness comes too suddenly, so I feel uneasy and believe it...

but me……

Ling Xu couldn't help wanting to laugh, and he actually laughed out loud, deep and magnetic, like red wine in the evening wind, although a bit bleak and sad, it was sweet and mellow, giving people an endless aftertaste.

The blood-red eyes were dimmed, as if they had been sucked dry by something, leaving only a huge one. If they were replaced with gray, one could not help but think of Rong Ye, who was still alive except for the faint breathing and the slight heaving of the chest at this moment. , one gray and one red, they are so similar.

The six of them dared not speak out in silence, but they gradually built up their strength secretly, for fear that one who didn't pay attention to the Demon Lord would lose control again and become a pond fish that would be affected by disaster.

What are you doing?

Hugging Xiao obsessively, kiss-kiss-love-caress over and over again, expressing his love to an existence that obviously hates him deeply and wants to kill him, over and over again, as if never satisfied.

Obviously how he longed for Rong Ye to call his name once, even if he hated Chi Sha, as long as he was willing to call him, he would be willing to pay whatever price he had to pay!

And when he really called out to himself for help, over and over again, so desperately, trampling on his self-esteem and pride, longing, holding more and more small and gloomy hopes, calling his name.

And I just turned a deaf ear, didn't hear it and didn't say it, or simply turned a deaf ear and ignored it, and even hugged the other person affectionately, letting him see with his own eyes that he and the other person were still loving and intimate with his brother!How can this embarrass him? !

It hurts...

The bewildered and unfocused bloodshot eyes drooped slightly, staring at the hideous wound on the chest, like a bloody hole, empty, nothing else, just like the sincerity that had already disappeared at the beginning, and the last bit of it was sacrificed by oneself at all costs. Wanton trampling and abandoning the extravagant desires...

"Melting Night..."

Calling softly, echoing in the silent night, of course there was no answer, but Ling Xu seemed to be able to see the indifference and indifference on his face when he called him that a few days ago, as if he was looking at a stranger.

However, what he doesn't know is that every time he calls him that, he can't help but frown, even if it's just a smile that can't be noticed at all, but he sees it, it's so vivid, so he perseveres, so he doesn't want to give up , although he was shocked from the beginning to unsatisfied, but now, he would rather be like this, and never pay attention to himself!

"There's no need to be affectionate here, anyway, no one is watching, and it's still getting in the way."

I don't know when she turned back and stood beside the bed with an unpredictable face, looking coldly at Ling Xu with a painful face, holding a bowl of seemingly ordinary clear water in her hand, but Poland couldn't help it. The body caused by Yue's hand can't make it produce a ripple, as if the water is just imprisoned here by a bowl-shaped container, but it exists in another space.

Ignoring Ling Xu's vigilant look at the clear water in his hand, he bent over, squeezed his pale and tightly closed lips, poured a bowl of water into Rong Ye's mouth, some of the water that was too late to be swallowed flowed down his lips angle left.

It's just that the clear and transparent water just now became thick and red for some reason, flowing along the corners of the lips and leaving a bloody red line on the pale cheeks, which was particularly shocking. Fragmentary memories overlapped, and the blank and empty red eyes suddenly shrank, restrained Zhu Yue's arm holding the bowl by Rong Ye's lips.