He and It

The blood all over Yan Huan's body stopped flowing for a moment at these words.

"...What do you mean," he said, "You said that Fuguang was in his own memories, so that's why he couldn't wake up?"

Wu Luo nodded silently.

From the beginning to the end, the other wizards heard their conversation as if they were listening to a blurry and flickering heavenly book, unable to distinguish a single character.

Yan Huan was silent for a moment. The dragon's figure quickly shrank and changed, and finally condensed into one point. He transformed into a human body again, holding Liu Fuguang firmly in his arms.

"Let me in," he said concisely, "I want to enter his memory."

Wu Luo shook his head helplessly: "I have a curse on me, and you are the most evil Dragon God. My curse song cannot touch your heart and soul..."

Yan Huan's face was twisted, and he looked like he wanted to tear the skin in front of him into pieces.

"Wait patiently for the time being..." Wu Luo whispered. After all, the body of the great witch could not bear the projection of a world's consciousness, and blood suddenly burst into pieces and flowed all over the ground.

Yan Huan grinned in anger and smashed the lingering shamans on the ground into pulp. Then he destroyed the ten thousand meter altar, and left the ruins and the sea of ​​panic without looking, and returned to where he and Liu Fuguang were. A small town where I am temporarily staying.

Compared with other magnificent places, this small inn still retains the atmosphere of Liu Fuguang.

Facing the simple bed, he hardly hesitated. Long was unwilling to let his partner's body leave his, and continued to hold him in his arms. Normally, Yan Huan would be so happy to hold Liu Fuguang in his arms like this that he could die immediately. However, right now, he was worried and kept thinking about what kind of memory Liu Fuguang was stuck in.

There is no doubt that no matter the time he spent with his family, the process of cultivation, or the days after marrying himself, they can't compete with that moment - the one who was cruelly betrayed by a Taoist monk and left to die on the cliff of Zhongshan Mountain. time.

Yan Huan wanted him to express his feelings and the gap between them to slowly shrink, but Yan Huan definitely didn't want him to relive the nightmare and see his cherished face again.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Liu Fuguang's forehead, and his body began to tremble slightly. Yan Huan waited for Ling Chi and hurriedly wiped his sweat. He raised his hand and moved Liu Fuguang's sleeves. He suddenly smelled the blood in the air.

Sweet as dew, bitter as bile, it is Liu Fuguang's blood.

Yan Huan lowered his head and saw that a fresh wound suddenly opened on Liu Fuguang's wrist, as if it had been ruthlessly plowed by an animal's tooth or a blade. The blood spattered and the dragon's heart exploded.

"...No," Yan Huan's pupils shrank suddenly. He panicked and hurriedly laid Liu Fuguang flat on the ground, trying to cover the wound with his hand, "No, no, no, no..."

Liu Fuguang could not wake up, but was twitching in pain in his sleep. Those wounds were still spreading cruelly and rapidly. Yan Huan watched helplessly as the white-clothed shoulder suddenly spurted blood, almost forming a serious wound that could tear flesh.

Yan Huan screamed in horror, and he threw himself on Liu Fuguang, tears welling up in his eyes. He squandered his divine power in vain, trying to heal those terrible bites, but with little success; his attempt to enter the opponent's Lingtai Zi Mansion was also blocked by an unbreakable barrier.

Trapped in the nightmare of his life, Liu Fuguang became that pitiful, pathetic, ridiculous lover again. He was betrayed and lay on the verge of death at the bottom of the Zhongshan cliff, hopelessly enduring the fate of being eaten alive by savage beasts.

"No, don't do this, don't hurt him!" Yan Huan shouted hoarsely, and it was almost impossible to tell whether he was begging or crying in despair, "Fight the light, help the light... I'm here, wake up, The drum beasts are dead a long time ago. I killed and ate them, and they won't hurt you anymore... Fu Guang, wake up..."

He pressed his lips tightly to the bloody wound and kissed it desperately, trying to transfer the pain to his body.

Come bite me, come eat me, tear me apart! The only thought left in his mind was, don't hurt him. I know I was wrong. I am willing to do anything to make up for it... Don't hurt him. He is so young and fragile. He has never wanted to harm anyone. He doesn't deserve this. He shouldn't be suffering...

The tears of the Dragon God were mixed with blood and flowed down. Liu Fuguang finally began to scream sadly in his dream, like a bird with broken wings. Yan Huan had been holding him, and one of her nine eyes suddenly saw something strange in his abdomen, which was strangely dented.

Because he could no longer distinguish the difference between dreams and reality, the scars Yan Huan had given him once again reappeared vividly on his body.

At this moment, Yan Huan was speechless and completely stunned.

In the final analysis, whether it was the drum beast, the pain that tore the Taoist heart, or the suffering alone in the coffin afterwards, the six thousand years of life and death were all nightmares brought to him by Yan Huan. At this moment, the perpetrator was kneeling in front of the victim. , and what kind of compensation can be made?

"...Don't let him suffer this again!" Dragon God suddenly roared, his voice hoarse. He shouted for the way of heaven, cause and effect, and all the ghosts and gods in the sky, "Since you favored him and made him do the best, you shouldn't let him suffer this kind of suffering and suffer this kind of torture! Come to play tricks on me, come to torture me ! No matter what bad things happened, I suffered for him, but don’t… don’t do this to him…”

Liu Fuguang opened his mouth and uttered a long, hoarse, vague cry for help. The sobs choked his throat, causing him to struggle and convulse like suffocation.

Yan Huan gritted his teeth and bitten his tongue. He couldn't bear it anymore and pressed Liu Fuguang's forehead desperately, using his soul to force his way into the Zifu.

Even though this move was dangerous, he couldn't let the situation get worse.

The roar of the dragon soul crashed into Liu Fuguang's heart sea barrier again and again. The last and heaviest one almost created a penetrating crack in it——

Liu Fuguang gasped violently and suddenly opened his eyes.

——His eyes were empty and blank, his pupils dilated, and there was nothing in them except fear.

"...Fuguang?" Yan Huan said his name softly, as if afraid of blowing away a piece of misty fluff, "Fuguang, Qingqing, come, look at me, it's okay..."

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