When Yang Qing and Mochizuki were trying to detoxify Yuan Yingxing and the juniors of Yunmen, Yuan Yingxing slept in a chaotic dream. He had to fall asleep because he had poisoned himself too much. It is difficult for ordinary antidotes to excrete toxins from the body, and originally, he poisoned everyone in order to seek death.

He slept in his dreams.

In my dream, I heard the rustling sound of rain.

Turning his head sideways, the moonlight shone in through a very high skylight. In general, when it rains, the moon is rarely seen. In the dream, however, he saw it.

The moon is the moon bud.

The sound of rain is Yueya'er's favorite thing to hear.

In his dream, he turned his face up, heard the sound of rain, and saw the moonlight.

Turning her head sideways, Yuan Yingxing saw the girl curled up quietly, her long hair hanging black on the ground, she hugged her arms and buried her face in her knees.

Mochizuki when she was a girl.

Yuan Yingxing thought indifferently: It was probably before she fell into a coma that she saw the girl who looked very similar to Yueyaer, so she saw the moon when she was a girl in her dream.

Small, squishy.

He reached out and stroked her long hair. I thought I wouldn't touch it, but I did. It feels real. What a dream.

The girl's face turned and looked at him.

Her face is small, the corners of her eyes are upturned, and she has a natural glow. Mochizuki is a bright style in freshness, clean and showy. When she was a girl, she had already seen her style when she grew up. She whispered, "Yuan Yingxing? ”

The face was choked by the youth.

The girl was in pain, and she hit him quickly, covering her face and moving to the side. There was anger in her eyes, "Why are you pinching me?" ”

Yuan Yingxing smiled slightly, "Look at you are real or fake." ”

She was furious, "You're a fake! ”

The young man in the dream said, "Yes." I was a fake. ”

It's just a dream.

When you wake up, you're already dead. I haven't seen you for a long time. When I can see you, pinch you, what's wrong?

Yuan Yingxing said, "Yueya'er, come over and let me hug me." ”

The girl blinked, looking at him suspiciously. Maybe in her eyes, Yuan Yingxing is what she looked like when she was a teenager. She believed him very much, Yuan Yingxing held her face with her hand, too lazy to move, and looked at her calmly. She really moved back, but as soon as she came over, the young man stretched out his arms, hugged her in his arms, and put his hands on her face.

Mochizuki was going crazy, "Are you sick?!" ”

In the tight space, she raised her elbow to hit him, and was dragged by Yuan Yingxing by both wrists. The space is very small, and it is difficult to develop martial arts, so it is particularly challenging people's talents. Mochizuki has been inferior to him since she was a child, she was inferior to him when she was five years old, even worse than him when she was fifteen, and at twenty-five, he had already left her far behind.

The two are secretly dismantling.

However, soon, Mochizuki completely fell into the hands of Hara Yingxing.

Her hands and feet were restrained, and the whole person fell into his arms, and her delicate little face was pinched hard by him.

Mochizuki was about to cry in anger, "Let go of me!" ”

Yuan Yingxing said casually, "I haven't pinched you like this for a long time." You're gone after waking up from the dream, I miss you so much, so let me bully and bully more. ”

The girl looked up at him, "The way you miss me, is bullying me?!" Why do you miss me? Aren't you with me every day? ”

Yuan Yingxing smiled and said coldly, "Yes." ”

When he finished speaking, he was silent.

The Mochizuki in the dream is fake, he imagined it. But the aggrieved appearance of her falling into his hands was exactly the same as in her memory. He pinched her face, pinched her delicate skin red, and looked at her hateful look at herself, but she couldn't beat herself, and she couldn't do anything.

I can't hold it anymore.

He put his hand on her face, looked at her for a long time, and said indifferently, "I really hate expectations." Any substitute is nasty. Even if it's a dream......"

His thoughts come out one after another, and they are uncertain, often like this.

One moment it was very pleasant, and the next moment, it was possible to turn its face.

Yuan Yingxing looked at Mochizuki in his dream, and although he knew that it was impossible, he still said, "Yueya'er, don't blame me." ”

“…… Well? ”

"When you grow up in the future, don't blame me when I bully you. You're crazy for me, but don't blame me. ”

“…… I don't understand. But I don't blame you. I won't blame you for what you do. ”

The young man looked at her, the moonlight shining on her face, and the rustling of rain in the background. The heart is dull and boring, difficult to describe. He looked at her nostalgically and held her in his arms.

He thought to himself: Whether it is the Holy Sect or you, I want to protect it forever.

But I was born with a flaw. I can't protect the Holy Religion, and I can't protect you. My father asked me to give it to me, but I lost it before I got it. And now, I'm lost again.

I'm a man of bad luck.

He sat with the girl in his arms in his dream all night. The next day, the ten-inch-sized stone house was finally opened, and it was overcast and raining outside. And even in this weather, the people of the Criminal Division can come and take their group of Holy Sect sinners to a life-and-death duel. Yuan Yingxing and Mochizuki have grown up like this since they were children. At the age of fifteen in the dream, they were all used to it.

Yuan Yingxing got up absentmindedly and went out of the house first. The rain fell on his long eyelashes, and he squinted, not knowing when the dream would end.

He was thinking this to himself when a strong force suddenly came from behind him, pushing him forward hard. The force was so clever and great that Yuan Yingxing didn't hold it for a while, and was pushed forward a few steps and stepped into a puddle. He looked back and saw the girl's smiling face.

Mochizuki, who was standing behind the door of the house, pushed him forward and said proudly, "Let you bully me and pinch my face!" ”

In this push, Yuan Yingxing was pushed out of this dream.

"Yueya'er ......!" With a look of fear in his eyes, he stretched out his hand. Then the girl in the dream turned into a point of light, and the dream shattered and disappeared.

Darkness all around.

The young man stepped forward and only hugged a cloud of air.

He stood in the darkness and slowly lowered his eyes. After being stunned for a long time, he closed his eyes.

When he realized it again, there was a bright moon in the sky as vast as a silver plate, and he stood on the edge of Aoki, kneeling at his feet with the trembling earth hall master Fan Hao. Yuan Yingxing was silent for a long time before he thought: Oh, it's still a dream.

This time, it's no longer Mochizuki when he met his youth. What he returned to was the memories of the past.

It was that night, the night that this consciousness first awakened after he became a monster.

During the day, I heard about Mochizuki's death.

At night, his consciousness woke up.

Then I thought of another letter that Yao Fu had left for him: the letter only said that he should return to the White Dao, and the other one he agreed to dispensably. But he didn't say anything about Mochizuki's death.

Yao Fu didn't dare to say it.

In the dream, Yuan Yingxing stood for a long time, feeling bored and regretful: what is the point of returning to this time?

No matter which one he is, he can't do anything.

When he woke up for the first time, he actually noticed Yao Fu's strange report letter, and he also had thoughts about finding a way to merge the two consciousnesses into one. Only when the two consciousnesses are unified, the original star is the real original star. And yet he didn't do anything. Because what hit him even more was the death of Mochizuki.

"Master?" The earth hall master in the dream was the same as that night, and he called out to him with trembling.

He didn't want to do anything but say, "Go down." ”

He looked at the moon all night.

Listened to the call of unknown birds all night.

The moon was empty and big, like a man dying.

The sound of birds swept through the cold night, clear and lonely.

He remembered all of this clearly.

Sleepless nights.

The one who can't be hoped.

Yuan Yingxing looked up and sat alone all night in this dream.

Until this dream, which disappeared because of his inaction.

He thought of Mochizuki when he was a girl, and he smiled and lay on his knees, and asked him with a raised face, "Yuan Yingxing, in your eyes, what kind of person am I?" ”

Yuan Yingxing thought about her smile-

What kind of person are you?

Once the most important you.

Now and most important to you.

You who don't know anything.

You have to let go.

You can't reach out even if you want to.

You died when I couldn't help it.

You like other men to go with other men.

No longer have hope for me, no longer care about me, no longer trouble me.

In the empty darkness, he slowly replied to himself-

"You're my most, most, most ...... The man. ”

The answer in the night was very soft, only he knew, and only he cared. The echo sounded, and it was also in his ear.

He thought back to what he had promised her, "I'll be the leader." You are a saint. We are always together. ”

He became the head of the church. She became a saint. But what does the word forever mean?

―― The body can't help itself is ruined, and being overly attached is ruined miè, Yueyaer...... I'm also ruining miè.