Every day the puppet is playing dead

There is no doubt that Yun Zixiao wanted to kill Chongyu.

Withdrawing her gaze, Chong Yu turned her head and glanced at Yuan Wuxin.

He didn't understand why Yuan Wuxin came now. When the two of them were in the secret room, didn't they almost die?

Putting this question back in his stomach for now, Chong Yu took a step towards Yun Zixiao.

At this step, Yuan Wuxin immediately called out Chongyu's name word by word:

"Chong, Yu!"

The meaning of threat in the tone is self-evident.

Chong Yu paused for a moment, then he took another step towards Yun Zixiao.

This step made the reactions of the two present completely different——

Yuan Wuxin's face became darker and darker, while Yun Zixiao's eyes became brighter and brighter.

But in the next second, Yun Zixiao seemed to remember his own purpose again, he frowned, the light in his eyes suddenly weakened, then he raised his hand, pointing the tip of his sword at Chong Yu's chest , said:

"Don't come here, I will kill you."

"You want... to kill me?"

Chong Yu smiled lightly, as if possessed by a real demon, he showed a malicious smile at Yun Zixiao.

Regardless of Yun Zixiao's threat, Chong Yu continued to take a step forward.

Yun Zixiao didn't expect that Chong Yu would dare to step forward after threatening him so much, so he couldn't help but frowned, and shouted sharply:

"Don't come here."

"Even if I want to come over, what will happen to you?"

Chong Yu smiled, and he didn't see any sign of fear. He stepped forward more and more, and pointed that the tip of the sword really touched his chest.

Yun Zixiao gritted his teeth, he didn't withdraw the sword, but at the same time he didn't continue to extend the sword forward.

Seeing Yun Zixiao not moving, Chong Yu suddenly burst out laughing.

After laughing for a while, Chong Yu calmed down. He looked at Yun Zixiao seriously, tilted his head, and asked:

"Are you really going to kill me?"

Yun Zixiao gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was so hard that his fingers turned white:

"Don't come here again."

"Then you want me to go?"

Having said that, Ke Chongyu continued to take a step forward, and the tip of the sword sank into his chest.

Yun Zixiao's breathing froze at that moment.

Chongyu heard a crisp sound from his body, he looked down, then raised his head, and said to Yun Zixiao meaningfully:

"Your sword is sharper than I imagined."

If someone else did this, his chest would already be bleeding like a river, but Chongyu's current puppet body didn't react too much, at least he didn't feel any discomfort.

Some blood inevitably flowed out from the wound, staining the skirt of the clothes red.

Yuan Wuxin, who was standing behind Chongyu, frowned immediately, lowered his voice, and shouted:

"Chong Yu."

Chong Yu raised his hand behind him, making a comforting gesture.

What's amazing is that Yuan Wuxin, who had already planned to make a move, froze for a moment at that moment. He calmed down, waved away the spiritual power in his hands, and then continued to keep a cold face, focusing on what Zhongyu would do next.

"you……"

In fact, when Yuan Wuxin gathered the spiritual power in his hands, Yun Zixiao was already extremely vigilant.

He was ready for Yuan Wuxin to attack, but unexpectedly, Yuan Wuxin would suddenly lose his spiritual power, and finally Yun Zixiao had no choice but to lose his spiritual power.

But Yun Zixiao didn't dare to relax, he stared at Chongyu tightly, the arm muscles holding the sword were tense, and in just a second, he could unleash a shocking blow that smashed the person in front of him to pieces .

"'I' what?"

Chong Yu was not in a hurry, he turned his body slightly, and let the sword edge be pulled out from his chest, then he stretched out a hand, and wiped the tip of the sword with his fingertips, and the red blood was smudged.

Under Yun Zixiao's watchful eye, Chong Yu approached the sword lightly while stroking the sword's edge with his blood-stained fingers.

The red blood stains left little red marks on the silver blade, which was ghostly and charming.

That white finger touched the sharp sword lightly, like a dragonfly touching water, but Yun Zixiao's heart beat like a drum every time, the thin and thin sword weighed a thousand catties at this moment.

It was obviously a bloody scene, but at this moment, it was covered with a layer of ambiguity. The little red marks were not blood, but rather like a beauty wearing lipstick, kissing him little by little.

Yun Zixiao's pupils constricted slightly, he could obviously draw back his sword, but at that moment, his body was already petrified, and in the end he could only be approached by Chongyu in front of him, looking stiffly at Chongyu's face, in front of his eyes , gradually zooming in.

Chong Yu finally approached Yun Zixiao, he glanced at the red mark on Yun Zixiao's forehead, a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he put his hand on Yun Zixiao's sword-holding hand , slowly press down, and at the same time, in front of Yun Zixiao, he will be persuasive:

"Okay, Senior Brother Yun, I know, you don't actually want to kill me."

Rao is practicing the ruthless way, Yun Zixiao has always been cold-hearted and indifferent, but he was still bewitched by Chong Yu, and slowly lowered his hand, hanging the sword by his side.

Yun Zixiao lowered his eyes, he didn't break away from Chong Yu's hand holding his wrist, and murmured in a low voice:

"But you... I..."

There were a lot of things he wanted to say, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

He really didn't want to kill Chongyu.

Even if he is haunted by inner demons or does not conform to the morals of the world, Yun Zixiao still does not want to kill the last trace of his illusions.

Thinking of this, Yun Zixiao's heart was agitated, and under the emotional turmoil, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his body went limp, and he fell down directly.

Chong Yu was taken aback, he quickly supported Yun Zixiao to lean against the rock, and asked:

"Are you OK?"

In this case, how can it be all right?

Yun Zixiao clutched his chest, the so-called ruthless way he practiced was disrupting the flow of spiritual power, and his body was in a mess.

But Yun Zixiao still didn't show his face, he shook his head at Zhuo Yu, and held the sword in his other hand, refusing to let go of anything.

"Why are you doing this?"

Chong Yu poked Yun Zixiao's cheek with his finger, leaving a little red mark on Yun Zixiao's cheek.

Yun Zixiao closed his eyes and tried to calm down, but his heart was still beating violently.

Distraught, Yun Zixiao gritted his teeth and said:

"You broke my ruthless way."

Chong Yu froze for a moment, then giggled and said:

"What kind of ruthless way were you before?"

He lowered his head, whispered into Yun Zixiao's ear, slowly:

"Your inner demon is not because of the ruthless way."

Yun Zixiao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chong Yu with a knife-like gaze.

If eyes could turn into knives, Chong Yu might have died hundreds of times.

Facing Yun Zixiao's eyes, he sighed, Chong Yu's tone finally softened, and he said seriously to Yun Zixiao:

"Yun Zixiao, I forgive you."

Yun Zixiao held his breath all of a sudden.

Chong Yu stretched out his hand again, and wiped off the red marks on Yun Zixiao's face. He lowered his head and said softly:

"What I said is true, Yun Zixiao, I never, never blamed you."

Yun Zixiao felt the bitterness in his mouth, he closed his eyes, and after a while, he looked at Chong Yu, his eyes were red:

"But... if I had been by your side back then, you wouldn't have died."

Chong Yu glanced at Yun Zixiao sympathetically, and gently stroked Yun Zixiao's head, as if comforting a poor kitten that fell into the water:

"Senior Brother Yun, let me say it again, my death has nothing to do with anyone."

It's purely because he's just playing games, and he's looking for death for a while.

Yun Zixiao raised his head, and he looked into Chong Yu's eyes.

Yun Zixiao was relieved as if he saw the hidden soul through the pair of inorganic eyeballs of the puppet. He immediately understood the subtext. He vomited another mouthful of blood and smiled wryly:

"So, all these years, I'm the one who bothers others?"

Chong Yu supported his cheek with one hand, he squatted beside Yun Zixiao, and smiled slightly:

"Just figure it out."

Since the person involved has expressed it repeatedly, of course Yun Zixiao can let go of this nightmare that has plagued him for many years.

However, for some reason, Yun Zixiao still felt that his heart was very sad when he was supposed to untie his knot at this moment, as if something in his body was about to burst.

But at this time, seeing Yun Zixiao showing a relieved expression, Chong Yu nodded in satisfaction, thinking that he had solved the other party's demons, so he was about to stand up and leave.

"Wait a minute."

The moment Chong Yu got up, Yun Zixiao grabbed Chong Yu's sleeve, raised his head, and asked:

"What is my position in your heart?"

Chong Yu froze for a moment, touched his nose, lowered his eyes, avoiding Yun Zixiao's persistent gaze, and then said in a low voice:

"A friend of... a certain period of time."

Hearing this, Yun Zixiao opened his eyes wide, his lips trembled, and finally showed a strange expression:

"There was... some time?"

For Chong Yu, it was purely a whim when she became a training partner for Yun Zixiao at the beginning to increase her favorability;

When the freshness passed, Chongyu chose to leave, which meant the end of the relationship.

This is also the reason why Chongyu didn't ask Yun Zixiao for help in the later stage of the game, even when he was about to die.

Although it's a bit scumbag to say so, good horses don't turn back.

Chongyu plays games, and never plays a game a second time.

"if not?"

Chong Yu was very puzzled.

After a few seconds of silence, Yun Zixiao's body suddenly erupted with spiritual power, which was so overbearing that he rushed the unsuspecting Chong Yu far away and slid an arc in midair.

Yuan Wuxin caught Chongyu, and Chongyu took a few steps back. He was in shock in Yuan Wuxin's arms, and asked:

"What's up with him?"

The long-lost... his puppet.

Holding her own puppet in her arms, Yuan Wuxin was in a good mood.

The scorching dark fire in the body finally found resonance at this moment, it was no longer like a needle prick, but after being warmed up, it calmed down.

While Chong Yu was still in shock, Yuan Wuxin didn't notice his movements, and gently rubbed his lips against Chong Yu's ear.

Soft, cool to the touch.

Very familiar, so familiar that he almost wants to be the same as before, regardless of everything, to hold his puppet tightly in his arms again, remove all obstacles, and stick skin to skin.

Yuan Wuxin couldn't help closing the hand that hugged Chong Yu's waist, like a dragon, and finally found his most precious gem.

"Owner?"

The strength on his waist was getting stronger and stronger, Chongyu felt a little strange, he reluctantly turned his head to glance, and at the same time he blurted out the word "Master" at the same time.

After realizing that he was calling wrong again, Chongyu turned black, and he called again:

"Yuan Wuxin?"

Yuan Wuxin came back to his senses, he was dissatisfied and said:

"Call me 'Master'."

Chong Yu: "..."

"Okay, you mean Yun Zixiao?"

Yuan Wuxin took the time to look up at the person whose spiritual energy was soaring in the distance, and he said lightly,

"Oh, he's gone mad."

In the distance, Yun Zixiao's spiritual power surged all over his body, and the leaked spiritual power lifted his sleeves, and at the same time froze his surroundings. The sky responded, and snowflakes gradually began to float in the sky.

Chongyu broke free from Yuan Wuxin's arms, he stammered and said:

"Didn't I say that my death had nothing to do with him? How could he still..."

"Humph."

Yuan Wuxin snorted coldly, folded his hands on his chest, and stopped talking.

After Yun Zixiao on the other side went mad, he didn't completely lose his mind;

After noticing that the spiritual power in his body was running wild, he gritted his teeth and sat up, sitting cross-legged, trying to straighten out the soaring spiritual power.

"Yuan, Yuan Wuxin?"

Chong Yu had never seen this kind of battle before, but he also seemed to understand that if he left it alone, Yun Zixiao who was not far away would explode and die immediately, so Chong Yu could only turn his attention to asking for help. onto Yuan Wuxin's body.

It's like this.

Even after Chongyu came to this world, he has been working hard to learn to overcome and solve all problems by himself, but subconsciously, Chongyu will turn his attention to Yuan Wuxin for help at the first moment and reaction.

He subconsciously believes that Yuan Wuxin can be trusted and can help him solve problems.

Under Chong Yu's gaze, Yuan Wuxin fell silent.

The blood-red pupils flickered, and finally Yuan Wuxin turned his face away and said unforgivingly:

"Why should I help you?"

do my best.

Chong Yu gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and swore to Yuan Wuxin:

"You help me save him, I... for the next month, I will be your puppet eleven."

Yuan Wuxin turned his head, he raised his eyebrows:

"you said?"

Chong Yu hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded heavily.

In order to increase the credibility, Chongyu ground his teeth, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said to Yuan Wuxin:

"Owner."

"It's such a nostalgic word."

Yuan said playfully.

Then, as if showing mercy, he nodded:

"Okay, I accept this deal."

"That?"

"Next, you can't stop what I want to say and do."

"...Yes, Master."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Yuan Wuxin suddenly smiled in front of Chong Yu.

When Chong Yu saw Yuan Wuxin's smile, he was stunned for a moment, then his heart skipped a beat——

It was strange, this was the first time he had seen Yuan Wuxin's smile like this.

With a little childishness after succeeding, she is more or less cute.

Under Chongyu's unexplained gaze, Yuan Wuxin walked up to Chongyu's side. He blocked Chongyu behind him in a possessive posture, and then said to the maddened person in the distance:

"I don't understand why you so-called righteous ways are so easy to go crazy."

Hearing this yin and yang strangeness, Chong Yu, who was standing behind Yuan Wuxin, couldn't help stretching out a finger, and lightly poked Yuan Wuxin's waist.

These words were really useful, Yun Zixiao reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Wuxin.

There are more and more snowflakes in the sky.

The surrounding temperature gradually dropped, and the frost spread along the water flow to Yuan Wuxin, and gradually reached Yuan Wuxin's feet.

And Yuan Wuxin had a dark fire in his body, and his body temperature was high. When he spoke at this time, he had already spit out white steam.

"Is there a problem with what I said?"

Yuan Wuxin's red marks on the corners of his eyes became more and more obvious, and he became more and more rampant,

"You guys are so interesting. You always suppress your desires, and you always say you can't be driven by your desires. What happens? Every time you face your own desires, you will be defeated. It's really funny."

Yun Zixiao:

"Shut up, devil!"

"Xiao Daoist, what kind of sword do you still have?"

Yuan Wuxin continued, "I don't even know what the sword in your hand is used for."

As soon as these words came out, Yun Zixiao seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

He stood there blankly, and after more than ten seconds, he suddenly let go of the sword in his hand.

This is not a good sign.

Chongyu stood behind Yuan Wuxin, his eyes widened, and he immediately walked out from behind Yuan Wuxin, and asked distressedly:

"Why did you throw away the sword?"

One must know that Yun Zixiao has always been a sword idiot, if the sword idiot lost his sword, what would that mean?

Yun Zixiao ignored Chong Yu and murmured a few words in a low voice.

The distance between the two was too far, Chong Yu didn't hear what Yun Zixiao was whispering.

In order to find out about Yun Zixiao's situation, just when Chong Yu was about to ask, Yun Zixiao suddenly spoke:

"You're right, I'm not sincere."

Chong Yu:?

At this moment, Yun Zixiao seemed to have figured something out, he let out a long sigh of relief, and looked up at Chong Yu.

The usually cold face softened a lot at this moment, and Yun Zixiao's spiritual power was still surging, but at this time, there was a faint trend of stability, and it was no longer so violent;

The silver-gray pupils gradually became more clear, and there was a little warmth in the depths.

Yun Zixiao gripped the sword by his side again, and then said to Chongyu:

"The essence of the sword lies in sincerity."

He paused and continued:

"Whether it is the way of swordsmanship or the way of ruthlessness, it all lies in sincerity."

Chong Yu was stared at by Yun Zixiao, for some reason, he was a little scared, so he took a step back.

Yun Zixiao's eyes were burning, and he said to Chongyu:

"I like you."

Chong Yu: "..."

Yun Zixiao also said:

"I have a clear conscience."

Chong Yu was stunned.

He... shouldn't be so attractive, right?

On the other side, Yuan Wuxin's face turned black. He stretched out his hand and pinched out a formula, and black matter spread out from his shadow in an instant. These black matter swallowed the sluggish Chong Yu, and then he disappeared.

Yun Zixiao was busy adjusting his breath at this time, he could only watch Yuan Wuxin take Chongyu away.

When the figures of the two disappeared at the same time, Yun Zixiao's eyes grew cold, but he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became indifferent again.

He lowered his head, glanced at the sword in his hand, chuckled lightly, and finally sighed long.

Yu Cheng.

He also knew that Chongyu didn't "like" him.

Perhaps Chong Yu himself didn't notice it, although it wasn't obvious when he was talking to Yuan Wuxin, but Yun Zixiao could sense that Chong Yu's presumptuous appearance was in front of Yuan Wuxin.

Yun Zixiao had never seen Chong Yu like that.

"That's it."

Yun Zixiao raised his head, looked at the sky, and after a moment of sadness, he closed his eyes.

The love is deep and the relationship is shallow, why bother to be persistent?

Seeing each other is worse than not seeing each other, being affectionate is still ruthless.

The author has something to say:

Damn... Re-wrote it and might revise it tomorrow

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