Entering a Split Personality

When Lance finished speaking, Xiao He still couldn't believe it.

"You said... everyone..."

"Yes," Lance said softly in his ear very affectionately, "He has lived for too long and has been in power for too long. He is immortal and the world will never change."

"But..." An inexplicable rage surged in Xiao He's heart. He wanted to say loudly: Without him, you wouldn't even have a life, so how can you change it? !

But he can't say it, and he will show up.

"Relaxed?" Lance looked down at him.

Xiao He's heart jumped, and after abruptly returning to his senses, he constricted the expression in his eyes: "He killed Kewen, I want revenge!"

"That's right." Lance looked at him gently, "He killed your lover, ruined your life, and tried to rob you, imprison you, you should resist, you should get revenge, you should... hate him!"

Xiao He didn't make a sound, but clenched his fists, his fingertips pierced into his palm: "Say, what should I do?"

Lance's eyes flickered slightly, and his voice became deeper and softer: "You only need..."

Xiao He's pupils shrank sharply, and then whispered: "I understand."

The **** who came from Lance didn't realize it, and he left quietly.

When he was the only one left in the room, Xiao He felt the utter coldness.

He thought that as long as he drew out his plan from Lance and reminded Al earlier, he could avoid it.

But now it seems... it's far from as simple as he thought.

The Glory Ball is not so much about celebrating the life of their elf king, it is more about dug a gorgeous tomb to pull down the altar of the **** who stands between the heavens and the earth.

Xiao He thought that only Lance wanted Al to die.

But in fact, it is everyone.

Those elves that Al himself created, those elves that Al granted noble titles, those elves that Al valued and trusted personally to support.

All... betrayed him!

Xiao He dared not tell Al this.

If he said that, he always felt that everything was over.

He doesn't care about the life and death of other people, and he doesn't distinguish the right and wrong of others, but he always remembers his mission.

He wants to heal Fan Shen, but can Al who know all this be cured?

I woke up from the darkness alone, endured thousands of years of loneliness, and created this gorgeous world with my own strength in the thorny ground.

And now... his people want to put him to death.

Not to mention Al, Xiao He put himself in the situation, even he would collapse.

He sighed deeply, Xiao He didn't know what he could do.

Can't stop Lance, can't tell Al, is this a dead end?

He died once and then started again. Could he still change nothing?

Xiao He's thoughts turned sharply, thinking a lot, but he couldn't grasp the idea.

At this moment, the door opened.

Xiao He looked at the time and knew that Al was back. He hurriedly closed his mind and looked up.

As the night fell, the misty palace was not stained with ink, but bright white light shone, blocking the rich black outside the door.

And the elf that walked slowly was more like a bright moon in the sky, in the dark but shining all over, with thin clouds lingering in the walking, hazy and gorgeous, and elegant.

Xiao He looked at him without blinking, until he walked in did he bend his eyes: "Your Majesty."

Al's voice tonight is a bit cooler than usual: "Not asleep yet?"

"Well, I can't sleep." Xiao He got up, lifted the cloud cover, and said with a smile, "Sleep together?"

They slept with each other for dozens of days, and they were used to it.

Al didn't move, but looked down at him.

Although Xiao He was a bit nervous, he also felt something wrong. He looked at him and glanced into the blue eyes, but his heart palpitated suddenly.

Those eyes are so beautiful, he has admired countless times, but he has never experienced the touch like tonight.

The moment the two looked at each other, he thought that he was in the snow and ice, and saw the broken profound ice falling from the top of the cliff. There was a crash with unspeakable sadness and absoluteness.

Xiao He's lips moved, but his voice was so small that it was inaudible, "Your Majesty? You...what happened to you?"

He was a little nervous, a little nervous, and more afraid and worried.

Did Al know it? Does he know the conspiracy of those people? Does he understand that he has been betrayed by everyone?

The heart was beating extremely fast, Xiao He didn't know what he should do next, and what he could do.

Can he comfort him? Can he stop worrying about it?

Can't tell at all!

The panic and nervousness of the elf couldn't be concealed in his eyes. Al watched quietly, feeling the feeling of ice water flowing backwards in his chest.

If you don't expect, there will be no loss.

No hope, naturally there is no despair.

He understands better than anyone, but he always dreams of exceptions.

Unfortunately, luck never favored him.

"You're shaking." Al's voice was low and soft, "is it cold?"

Xiao He suddenly returned to his senses, his voice tense: "I..."

"Let's be cold." Before he was finished, Al answered for him. "If it's not cold, why tremble? You're not afraid of me?"

Xiao He replied quickly, almost instinctively: "No! How could I be afraid of you?"

"Yes." Al lightly kissed his thin white neck. "Why are you afraid of me? You like me."

Xiao He was startled, Al had already embraced him, with a gentle voice, the most beautiful melody in the world: "If it's cold, can I hold you?"

The words fell, and the hot body temperature came through the clothes.

Xiao He still feels something is wrong, but he can't tell. Al is holding him, as if he is the same as usual, but he has a strange feeling. He always feels that he is imprisoned, and he is not compact. The cage, but trapped him in place.

The vague feeling, he couldn't grasp the clue at all, he couldn't understand, he could only be in a daze, but slowly he didn't want to think.

Al’s arms are very warm, his body temperature, his breath, and his body are all that Xiao He likes. Leaning on him has an unspeakable sense of reliability. It seems that there is this person, and he doesn’t need to worry about anything, let alone. Need to worry about it, as long as he depends on him wholeheartedly, it is enough.

Al's hand stroked his back. At this moment, Xiao He almost wanted to tell him everything he knew, telling Al, he had a kind of intuition, if it was Al, there must be a way. , These problems can be solved perfectly.

Speak it out, there was a small voice in his heart bewitching him, Xiao He finally said: "Your Majesty..."

Just when he called out his name, Xiao He suddenly woke up, and a sentence from Qin Su flashed through his mind-if there is anything undecided about, you can find an opportunity to come out and discuss it with me.

Yes indeed! Xiao He suddenly settled, he can go to Qin Su! Qin Su knew Fan Shen, and he would definitely know how to do it right.

Suddenly he had an idea, and Xiao He felt relieved.

Al asked him: "What's the matter?"

Xiao He quickly replied: "It's okay, let's go to sleep."

Al looked at him from top to bottom, his eyes dimmed, and he said softly, "Okay."

Because of temporarily finding a solution, Xiao He fell asleep quickly, but Al, who had been hugging him, was not at all drowsy.

Feeling that the boy in his arms was asleep, he got up slightly, his long hair tilted down, and landed on the elf's collarbone. The silver and white blended together, and the intimate ones seemed to blend together.

It's ironic.

Al's mouth chuckled, his fingers twitched, and he opened the thin clothes of the person under him.

His eyes fell on the white chest.

It is delicate, soft and can be pierced easily.

After that, he would have no other thoughts.