"Ryuyin, do you hate me?"

didn't get a response from Liuyin, Ning Xilou persistently asked again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe clear eyes that have been eroded by the years and are no longer young are full of guilt and sorrow, but they stubbornly want to ask for an answer.

Liuyin looked at Ning Xilou standing there steadily, the faint yellow candlelight made the cold and hard outline of the man in front of him a little more illusory softness, as if he could vaguely see a little bit of the youthful appearance of twenty years ago. He pursed his somewhat dry lips, hate? Ryu Yin repeated it in her heart, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise into a mocking smile.

Separated from the only love of this life, yin and yang, he is tortured by the demon yuan in his body every day, and he suffers from the days when people are not like people and ghosts for more than ten years, teach him how not to complain, and how not to hate?

But even if there is no Ning Xilou, the hateful Demon Venerable of the Demon Clan, in order to capture Tingxue's Inner Dan, will still chase and kill to Shaohua Valley. Even when he and Tingxue were in their heyday, they still couldn't fight against Demon Venerable Linfei. Maybe he was lucky enough to escape the upheaval and displacement, or maybe the end was several times more tragic than now.

Only Liuyin himself knows, in fact, from beginning to end, the only one he can't wait to eat his flesh and blood is the Demon Venerable Lin. But even if he never hated Ning Xilou, Liuyin couldn't forgive him. Probably because Ning Xilou, who admired him when he was a teenager, was too good to him, but it made Liuyin unable to accept the final betrayal. When facing the lonely and bleak coldness alone, and couldn't help but miss the good old days, Liuyin thought about the laughter and laughter of the past, and always couldn't help but imagine the cold and cruel face of Ning Xilou when he intercepted and killed the messenger of the Xingge Pavilion that day, and then there was only a chill left in his heart.

In the name of love, can you do whatever you want to hurt others? Liuyin didn't know how Ning Xilou would answer, and she would never bother to know. Now, the short rest of his life is just to take revenge, and he has no energy and mind to care about anything else.

"Heh, I'm not you, and I won't be angry with others." Liuyin looked at Ning Xilou coldly, and saw that his face was pale because of his words, and his heart moved, but he finally turned his head and turned around and entered the inner room.

Seeing Liuyin's figure disappear behind the curtain, Ning Xilou's lips trembled twice, and in the end he couldn't say anything, not even a sigh, and silently withdrew from Liuyin's room.

It was already the middle of the night, there was a rare lack of snow in the Shaohua Valley, the raging wind blew so that a trace of clouds and shadows in the sky could not be seen, and the starry sky was so brilliant that it seemed to be enough to rival the light of the crescent moon, flickering their own dazzling one after another, reflecting the snow a crystal clear.

Like Liuyin, Ning Xilou is also an orphan. His family, and even the entire village, were slaughtered overnight by the dementoring demons. If it weren't for the little brother at home who jumped into the dry well with the young man in his arms, he would probably not have been spared. Unfortunately, in the end, he was only protected in his arms, and he escaped from the bottom of the well thanks to the rescue of a passing beggar. And his little brother, who broke his leg bone, was buried forever in that ancient well.

Everyone said that two or three-year-old children couldn't remember things, but that unbearable memory was engraved into Ning Xilou's mind like roots. From that moment on, he became an orphan with a ruined family, displaced, hungry, and grew up slowly with the help of old beggars. With a bitter hatred for demons, and an infinite confusion about the future. It wasn't until he met the master who taught him martial arts that he was out of suffering.

Later, because of his teacher, he met Shao Yimo, Feng Tong, Ling Yan and ...... Liuyin, that time when he was a teenager who didn't know the taste of sorrow became the most beautiful and memorable short days in his life.

Ning Xilou still remembers the day he saw Liuyin for the first time, the bright ** shone on the young Liuyin's jade-like face, and the dazzling light was refracted into his heart without deviation, scorching and hot, as if in an instant, the quiet and elegant face and the name of the clear jade were engraved in his blood.

For the first time in my life, my whole mind and body were involuntarily touched by another person's smile. Such unfamiliar throbbing and emotion once made Ning Xilou think that he was terminally ill or went mad. After a long time, he realized that he was really sick, and he had a kind of lovesickness that only Liuyin could solve.

"That star is so beautiful, it's almost as good as Ryuyin's eyes."

Ning Xilou, who was standing in the snow, looked up at the sky, and somehow suddenly remembered the sentence he blurted out twenty years ago, which was praised by his friends for a long time. He has always been a person who is not very good at talking, and he always feels that it is a great honor to be qualified to compare with the immortal Ruyin.

This unspeakable love has always been carefully treasured in the bottom of Ning Xilou's heart. Even if everyone around him saw his thoughts about Liuyin, Ning Xilou never dared to show half of Liuyin. To him, Ryuyin is like a god. It was so pure and beautiful that it made him feel inferior, and he longed to go down to the dust to fulfill that love. Liuyin already had a beloved girl in his heart, and that girl was still the master who raised him, which Ning Xilou knew. After seeing Liuyin's eyes when she looked at the girl named Tingxue, Ning Xilou was saddened, and often thought that since Liuyin liked it, she must be the best woman in the world. As long as Ryuyin is happy and happy, even if he never sees each other again in this life, he is content.

But fate made a big joke with Ning Xilou, and inadvertently, he learned from the conversation between Ling Yan and Liuyin that Tingxue was actually a flower demon who had practiced for thousands of years! In his mind, Liuyin, who was as holy as a god, actually chose to tie the knot with a goblin! Ningxi Building, which was almost collapsing, left the capital in a daze, and reluctantly relied on his memory to find the old site of his hometown. On the scorched earth where only the ruins remained, Ning Xilou sat dry for three days and three nights, and finally gave birth to a great determination. He must persuade Liuyin, how can there be a goblin in this world who is not harmful? He wants to protect Ryuyin and let the evil banshee reveal her true colors at all costs!

However, Ning Xilou never thought that when he rushed back to the capital, the wedding of Liuyin and Tingxue had already settled, and the husband and wife had returned to the mysterious Shaohua Valley together, and there was almost no news in the world. Ning Xilou searched in vain for several months in northern Xinjiang, and the initial worries, hesitations, and losses eventually turned into boundless resentment and anger. The resentment and jealousy that could not be quelled entangled in Ning Xilou like a shadow, dragging him into the abyss of no return, day by day.

Later, Ning Xilou asked himself hundreds of times why he would ignore the news that Feng Tong transmitted to Liuyin through the Xingxing Pavilion, causing Liuyin, who was weak in internal strength after competing with others, to be chased and killed by the enemy who was ambushed halfway, and almost died on the spot. At that time, he was carried away by the darkness in his heart, as if he had returned to his childhood when he was a little beggar. What you can eat and use, even if you can't get it, you can't let others get it. Ning Xilou thought like a little demonic, only by letting Liuyin feel the pain in his heart could he understand how terrible the demon clan was.

As a result, in the end, he thought he loved Liuyin the most, but he became the culprit who caused Liuyin to be seriously injured and his life hung by a thread. And Tingxue, the flower demon he was wary of and hated in every way, but in order to save Liuyin's vitality, he had to use the method of burning jade when resisting the sneak attack of the Demon Venerable, and he died of incense...... Needless to say, even Ning Xilou himself spit on what he did. Guilt and remorse are like heavy shackles, together with the indelible love for Liuyin in his heart, which overwhelms Ning Xilou. In addition to his own worthless life, Ning Xilou didn't know what else he could compensate for Liuyin and alleviate his sins. But Liuyin was not unfamiliar with his life, and even disdained to hate him......

The so-called self-inflicted iniquity shall not live......

Ning Xilou picked the corners of his lips a little far-fetched, tonight's wind, tonight's Shaohua Valley, it's really cold, it's as cold as Liuyin's gaze. Ning Xilou let out a long breath, pulling the collar and cuffs vigorously, although he had a strong internal force to protect his body, but the cold seemed to grow in his heart, making him almost tremble. Removing the exercises of lightening his body, Ning Xilou staggered through the snow, like a helpless child who couldn't find a place to go, stubbornly looking for the last trace of warmth that could soothe him.

Debts owed will have to be repaid sooner or later...... In the cold night wind, only a low sigh and a series of messy footprints were left.