Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Wu Xingxue was floating in the confusion of memories and pain, sealing herself in a cocoon. For a time, he thought he was back in the sacred tree - he had not yet transformed into a human being, and there was chaos all around him, and he was standing barefoot in that chaos.

For a moment, he laughed silently for some reason.

He found that it was strange that he was smiling when he was extremely sad and angry. Now when the pain is so extreme that it is almost unbearable, my subconscious reaction is still to laugh.

He was trembling with silent laughter, and in the end he could hardly stand upright and bowed down.

When people are in pain, they always want to press hard on the place where the pain is causing the pain. But when he raised his hand, it had nowhere to fall, and in the end he lowered it again.

There are countless people and voices in my memory, calling him different names at different ages.

immortal?

Spiritual King.

grown ups--

Devil!

…

He used to listen to every word and respond to every sound. Now he seemed to be suddenly tired and turned a deaf ear.

The fatigue and disgust that had never been shown in hundreds of years surged up at this moment, and he didn't want to move or open his eyes anymore.

Just when the tsunami of disgust and pain reached its peak, he suddenly heard someone calling him softly again. It's not a name, it's not a god, it's not a spiritual king, it's not an adult, it's not a devil.

Just a simple name, Wu Xingxue.

He was startled for a moment and raised his head, and saw a vague figure in front of him, crossing the chaos and holding him.

It wasn't about dragging him somewhere, nor was it about forcefully pulling him out of his self-proclaimed cocoon. Just hold and clasp his fingers and stand in front of him.

The figure lowered his head and asked him: Wu Xingxue, do you want to go out?

Before Wu Xingxue could answer, the other party whispered again: It's okay if you don't want to.

His deep voice seemed a little gentle in this chaos.

He said, Here I am.

Accompany you.

The overwhelming memories still surged toward Wu Xingxue like a stormy sea, covering him and drowning him. He was still in pain, so much that he didn't want to get out of the cocoon.

But it seems... not that difficult anymore.

***

This is the seventh day that Quebuluo has been frozen by frost and snow, and the entire mansion is completely white.

The screen on the couch still blocked out the entire world, and the extremely cold energy with an aggressive nature continued to flow out. The frost on the couch freezes and melts, melts and freezes again. Just like Xiao Fuxuan's hand stretched out inside the screen, the blood flow stopped and then stopped, and then stopped and flowed again.

Even though he had watched it for seven days, every time Ning Huaishan stepped into the bedroom and every time he saw Xiao Fuxuan's hand that was repeatedly healed and bleeding profusely, he still felt shocked and could not help but feel his scalp numb.

At first, he tried to persuade him, but later he found that Tiansu seemed to have become self-styled and could not persuade him at all.

So he came quietly every day, stood by the couch with worry in his eyes and looked after her for a while, and then walked away quietly.

He had thought that this day would be the same. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the bedside, he heard a very light voice.

Ning Huaishan was stunned: What is the sound?

He almost thought he was worried too much and was hallucinating. But Tiansu raised his eyes and seemed to have heard it.

Ning Huaishan said: Tiansu, did you hear it too? It sounded like something was broken to me.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't speak for a long time. He was hurt again and again, and his voice was hoarse. His eyes followed the sound and fell somewhere, saying, It's Meng Ling.

Ning Huaishan was startled and immediately looked over, discovering that the sound indeed came from the dream bell hanging from the waist of his city lord.

The white jade bell was affected by the white jade essence and had been shaking gently before. At this time, I don’t know whether it’s because the coercion Wu Xingxue radiated was too strong and he couldn’t bear it, or because of something else. There were actually tiny cracks on it, which were deeper and more numerous than the original cracks.

The very slight cracking sound just now originated from this.

Ning Huaishan was startled: What's wrong with this bell? Is it going to be completely broken?

Xiao Fuxuan pursed his lips and did not answer.

It shouldn't be completely shattered, but...

When the dream bell rings, it can interpret dreams and remind people of the past. At this moment, the Mengling was overwhelmed, new cracks appeared, and the ringing stopped suddenly, which meant that the effectiveness of the Mengling would soon cease.

If the effect of Mengling stops...

People who are trapped in the past may soon wake up.

Xiao Fuxuan stared at the white jade bell. He was stunned for a moment before realizing this, and suddenly raised his eyes.

He hadn't moved for too long, and he had been staying at the place where the pressure and energy were the strongest, with frost stars on his brows. As soon as I raised my eyes at this time, those few frosts melted away and spread into my eyes.

The frost star was surprisingly cold, and Xiao Fuxuan narrowed his eyes.

It was at this moment that Wu Xingxue in the screen really opened his eyes.

***

At that moment, the entire Que Bu Luo was silent, and the moment was stretched to an infinite length.

Xiao Fuxuan looked at the moving eyelashes and was speechless. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Wu... Xingxue? he said softly.

The person inside the screen sat with his head bowed, his posture unchanged at all. If his eyelashes hadn't fluttered, no one would even realize he was awake.

Xiao Fuxuan looked down and saw Wu Xingxue's red eyes.

He suddenly felt heartbroken, as if he had been pricked intensively by fine needles.

go.

He saw that Wu Xingxue's eyes were covered with mist, and it looked even more like the red color was burning into the bottom of his eyes. Although he was awake, his eyes were unblinking, hanging vacantly and silently, as if looking at a point in the void on the couch.

Wu Xingxue. Xiao Fuxuan called him softly again.

No one in the screen responded.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't care, but still lowered his voice and shouted: Wu Xingxue.

The person in the screen still didn't respond.

Ning Huaishan on the side also called the city lord a few words, turned to Xiao Fuxuan and said: Tiansu! Why is the city lord silent?

Xiao Fuxuan was silent for a moment and said quietly: ...He can't hear me.

There are too many memories and too long, making people trapped in them. Even if they open their eyes, it is difficult to get out of the abyss of emotions.

The screen was still sealed, blocking everything out, so the people inside the screen couldn't hear the words Wu Xingxue over and over again.

But after saying this, he called the other person Wu Xingxue again.

Ning Huaishan asked: Tiansu, didn't you just say that the city lord can't hear? If you can't hear, all your efforts will be in vain. Since your efforts are in vain, why does Tiansu still call the city lord like this? Look...

It's awful to watch, he whispered.

Uncomfortable...

Xiao Fuxuan repeated the word, thinking: It's really uncomfortable.

But this is not about him, but about Wu Xingxue back then.

In those years when he forgot about Wu Xingxue because of Heaven's obliteration, was their relationship any different from now?

Actually, no, it’s still a screen, two people.

It's just that at the beginning, he who had forgotten everything was the one inside the screen, while Wu Xingxue was standing outside the screen. I wonder how many words Wu Xingxue said while standing outside the screen that he could not hear at all.

Now, it's just a twist.

How could he stop?

Ning Huaishan didn't know about those past events. He only knew that at the moment, he was staying in the bedroom until his nose turned sore and he felt uncomfortable. He really couldn't stay any longer.

So he hurriedly hid in the side room on the pretext of burning a soup pot and finding some thick clothes.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't care and didn't even hear clearly what Ning Huaishan said.

He just called Wu Xingxue's name over and over again, never getting tired of it.

***

After an unknown amount of time, the self-proclaimed man in the screen moved very slightly - his red eyes glanced to the side, and Wu Xingxue saw his hand being held.

The muscles and bones in that hand were long and straight, thin and strong, but now the muscles and bones in that hand were constantly bursting and blood was flowing out.

They say that the feeling of connecting ten fingers to one's heart must be extremely painful, but the fingers were clasped between his fingers and did not shrink back at all.

Wu Xingxue looked at the dazzling red, and suddenly raised his hand to wipe away the blood on that hand.

The moment he was held by the other party's backhand, he was slightly startled, and finally broke away from the memories that were wrapped around him.

Wu Xingxue raised his head and looked at the person in front of him through the screen. After a long time, he called out softly and hoarsely: Xiao Fuxuan.

When he called out this name, the self-proclaimed screen around him slowly fell away, but his long eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of red.

It was at that time that Xiao Fuxuan leaned over and kissed him.

His heart was squeezed hard and beat hard. But his kiss was very gentle, and even his breathing was very light, as if he was afraid of hurting something.

Those kisses fell on the ends of Wu Xingxue's eyes, the tip of his nose, and his lips, touching her again and again.

He could feel the person being kissed tense up and slowly relax, and finally, the clasping fingers were actually trembling very lightly.

This is often the case with people. If they were too tight and suffered too much pain before, and then suddenly take off the strength, they will tremble obviously.

But Wu Xingxue has never been an ordinary person. He has never been like this. This is the first time in his life.

He was shaking very lightly. Seeing Xiao Fuxuan lowering his eyes and kissing every exhausted part of his body and every finger.

Later, he was hugged into his arms.

He was held.

It was strange, even though there had been all the most intimate things between them, be it tenderness or love, he would still be comforted by a hug.

He rested his chin on Xiao Fuxuan's shoulder and listened to the other person ask him: Wu Xingxue, does it still hurt?

It doesn't hurt. He responded softly subconsciously.

After answering, he was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly said: Actually...

He paused, blinked his eyes and whispered, Actually, it will be a little uncomfortable.

He often pretended to say scared and uncomfortable, but never said a word when it really happened. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to relieve his stress and said to Xiao Fuxuan, It really hurts.

He said: Xiao Fuxuan, I dreamed about many things. Some were from the immortal capital, and some were from the human world.

I still remember talking to you about Magpie City.

So when I told you that I was from Quedu, you already understood it, right?

What happened later? Did you recognize all those disguises?

No wonder you always touch my eyes every time you disguise yourself.

…

He spoke one sentence at a time. After speaking, he was quiet for a long time, then closed his eyes and said softly: Xiao Fuxuan.

Um?

Two hundred and thirty years is really a long time...