"Xie Bi'an" smiled brightly, his eyes were bent, like a big fox who was well fed and drunk, the apple core in his hand was thrown out, his face was slightly sideways, and he said: "Ah, then I'll go, big brother, Yuerong's guy is going to come to check the post, you can help me stop it, that guy is too nagging, it's annoying to listen." ”

"Xie Bi'an" shook the fluffy tail that was invisible behind him, and disappeared in a flash, as if he had really gone to a distant place.

Mo Yu lowered his eyelashes, and pushed open the door of "Xie Bi'an" with a calm face, and the simple and heavy door sealed Xie Bi'an's traces of many, many years, just like the silhouettes he secretly left in other places in the underworld.

It's too real, the real Mo Yu didn't dare to step into it for thousands of years, for fear of seeing Xie Bi'an sleeping on the eaves like a monkey, and also afraid of seeing him holding a large case file sent by the ghost below to deal with it in the small courtyard, of course, more often those case files are just an excuse for him to sleep in the courtyard.

But at this moment, the afterimages left by Xie Bi'an were quietly alive in the courtyard, one by one, all of them were lazy and lively that he had never shown in front of people.

Each place, like a picture scroll that has been sealed over the years, is slowly spread out in front of him at this moment, so that the person who is also alive in his memory is also alive again.

There are still charms of the past in the courtyard, and the endless yin energy of the underworld continues to provide power for such charms, and that kind of charm makes this house still retain the glory of the past, clean and spotless.

Mo Yu stopped in the inner hall, the bamboo beauty leaned against the half-open window, the floor was spread with a thick and luxurious long blanket, and there was a small red clay stove that had been extinguished next to it, and a pot of sweet dreams no longer tumbling hung on it.

He took a wooden spoon and scooped a spoonful of colorless dreams from the little stove in the gloomy wind of hell, and then he saw those years of time, which had been cooked with spices and made delicious, and waited for people to taste them for thousands of years.

"Is it delicious?" There was a purple light flashing at the bottom of the small red clay stove, and "Xie Bi'an" slipped out of the bottom of the stove, squeezing his eyes and smiling, "This is what I finally snatched from the old Mengmei's hand, it tastes amazing!" I always ask you to taste it, but you still won't! Now you know I didn't cheat you, right? ”

Mo Yu reflexively straightened his back, always feeling that "Xie Bi'an" would be able to move his shoulder in the next second, and if he was not careful, he would be easily beaten back by that bastard thing, which was very embarrassing.

The "Xie Bi'an" really stretched out his hand, but his fingers went over his shoulder, and even the shadow was disillusioned.

The mark at the bottom of the small red clay stove also disappeared, as if it had never existed, and the "Xie Bi'an" in this place would never be there again.

The mouth of the sweet dream melted, and the taste of the four seasons was always lingering on the tip of his tongue, Mo Yu scooped a spoonful with a spoon, but this dream was extremely bitter, this was the only dream that Xie Bi'an put in, the best seasoning for this pot of sweet dreams, like eating a mouthful of spicy peppercorns, he opened his eyes and saw himself and Xie Bi'an thousands of years ago.

"Xie Bi'an!" The man in the pure black and white border impermanence costume scolded angrily, "You turn back! That's not something you can mix in! You are just an impermanence, you can't control the peace of the world! ”

Xie Bi'an's eyes were as bright as a sword, and the mourning stick in his hand was dignified, so he was horizontal in front of his chest, and said: "It's not the same way, don't get in the way!" Get out of the way! ”

Fan couldn't save him, and the soul chain was ruthless

The snake letter, his body stood in place, like a mountain that could not be climbed by anything, drank all the sharp wind and thin snow, tasted all the cone bones, and even the question could swallow back calmly, as if he didn't care: "I am ordered by the ten halls of the underworld to arrest you and return to the reincarnation hall for trial, you go back with me, I will protect you!" Xie Bi'an, you go back with me! ”

At that time, his heart was painful and sad, and he rolled in the flesh and bones in a deep and shallow way, and he couldn't feel at ease.

After many years, he still remembers Xie Bi'an's eyes, there was hatred in his eyes, and the anger burned his gentle peach blossom eyes into a peach-colored, and he said: "Never!" ”

Fan Wusu had never seen him so angry, his smiling peach blossom eyes were black and terrifying, he shook a mourning stick that frightened all ghosts, and swiped diagonally from top to bottom, looking at thousands of eyes, and said without regrets: "Since you want to rebel, then be a complete betrayer, big brother!" ”

That sentence of "betrayer" instantly made Fan Wusu angry at that time, what betrayal? What betrayal? He gritted his teeth, and the soul chain poked his head out angrily, and attacked the young ghost who still didn't know the consequences.

He's got to tie him back, he's got to find a life for him! He can care about anyone, but Xie Bi'an, no!

Xie Bi'an is notoriously lazy, his Taoism has always been learned by Fan Wuxuan, but that time, he actually used the decisive means that Fan Wuxuan had never taught to break with him, at all costs, at the expense of himself, he used the self-destruction of the thousand-year-old Dao to provoke a powerful Taoist technique, forcing him to give way to a way, and before leaving, he used the most ruthless charm of the ghost path to lock his cultivation, making him almost no different from a wasted person.

Fan Wusu was beaten by Xie Bi'an's self-inflicted damage of 800 and wounding the enemy 1,000 unsustainably, weak as the most humble remnant soul, without the appearance of the top ten yin handsomes in the underworld, even the body could not be condensed, if it weren't for the ghost without blood, the moment he saw him turn around and leave, Fan Wusu would inevitably choke out a mouthful of blood, he also hated, hated Xie Bi'an's stubbornness, hated his ruthless hands.

"Heaven and earth, the Ten Halls of the Three Realms Righteous God Hades, where can you go?" His voice was hoarse, trapped on the ground by countless Yin Qi chains, "Xie Bi'an! But a wandering spirit, even if it was unjustly killed, how can it be worth it for you? She is not the only ghost who has died unjustly in this underworld, why do you have to hide her? ”

Xie Bi'an's soul was also weak, his body was very thin, he had walked far away, but when he spoke, he turned his head, as if staring at him from a distance, and said very seriously: "She is different." ”

Fan Wusu was angry: "Why is it different?" What's the difference? If you love beauty, I will find thousands of people, ten thousand people for you, appearance, temperament, talent, you can do whatever you want! You're going to get this for her? You, you stupid! ”

"Even if you love her skin, I have a way to make people wear her skin! As long as you turn back, Xie Bi'an! As long as you turn back! ”

A little far away, Fan Wuxuan couldn't see Xie Bi'an's expression clearly, only heard him say: "It's different, conform to the destiny of heaven, set things right......" stopped talking halfway through, his voice was dyed with laughter again, and he solemnly said goodbye to him, "Farewell at this time, there is no time to see each other again, Fan Wusheng, you and I have different positions, no matter whether I live or die in the future, don't come to look for me again, don't care about me!" ”

Fan Wusu tore at his broken voice and called him: "Xie Bi'an!" Xie Bi'an! ”

Xie Bi'an never looked back, and completely embarked on a desperate road that he couldn't pull back, and he walked a few

Millennium.

It was only at this moment that Xie Bi'an's hazy expression became clear in this sweet dream, Mo Yu looked at his infinitely calm face, and reached out to press his chest, as if those wounds that had long healed were faintly painful again.

When he had turned his back on Fan Wusheng, Xie Bi'an, who said those decisive words, had a calm and indifferent face, and his peach blossom eyes were empty, clear as if the spring rain had fallen in March, and there was nothing.

There is no sadness, no pain, no reluctance, no guilt, and no ...... Regret.

At that time, Fan Wusu was trapped there for a full month, and he was weak day by day, but he was later discovered by He Wei, and he was able to avoid the result of being scattered.

There was a time when Fan Wusu felt that Xie Bi'an wanted his life at that time, and what kind of friendship for thousands of years, what brotherhood of getting along day and night, all of them were fake, and they couldn't withstand a soul who had known him for less than two months.

But those resentments were all gone after hearing that Xie Bi'an was arrested, and he desperately wanted to find a way out for him, and he couldn't let Xie Bi'an disappear.

He had to let Xie Bi'an live, and when he did that, he didn't know why, he only had a string tense in his head, clamoring for him to save Xie Bi'an.

He is Xie Bi'an, he is Fan Wusheng, he is white impermanence, he is black impermanence.

Fan Wusu can't ignore Xie Bi'an, and black impermanence can't ignore white impermanence.

Even if Xie Bi'an has done everything he can, he is also Xie Bi'an, as long as he is Xie Bi'an, Fan Wuxuan can't ignore him, anyway, Fan Wu'an has cleaned up the mess for Xie Bi'an for thousands of years, not bad this time.

In those thousands of years of loneliness, he occasionally took the time to think of Xie Bi'an, and he always thought that Xie Bi'an had a hard time, and he thought that when he rescued Xie Bi'an, he would clean him up and apologize well, and tell him that the "betrayal" back then was not malicious.

He felt that Xie Bi'an was just angry and angry at his choice at that time, so the pain of the years slowly faded away, and only guilt remained.

He always thought that Xie Bi'an was no matter how careful he was, in exchange for his thousands of years of hard work, he couldn't keep his face tight, and his smiling eyes would be like a crescent moon, rippling with layers of soft light.

They can also drink and talk happily, let go of their previous suspicions, and he will also clean up the mess for Xie Bi'an.

But today he just saw Xie Bi'an's eyes, he knew Xie Bi'an so well that just by looking at his face, he could distinguish his emotions from the words he had not spoken.

Xie Bi'an's eyes told him that it was serious, and Xie Bi'an didn't want Fan Wusu to go to him.

It turned out that Xie Bi'an was at that time, and he completely drew a line with Fan Wusheng.

Mo Yu put down the wooden spoon slightly, the pot in front of him that was boiling a pot of sweet dreams shattered silently, and he slapped his chest hard, slapping all the dryness, raw and cold.

He looked around the room, pursed his lips slightly, and thought, Xie Bi'an has really grown, and his heart is ruthless enough.

There is nothing in the house that Xie Bi'an has marked with soul fire, this pot of sweet dreams was specially reserved for Fan Wuxian by Xie Bi'an thousands of years ago.

They all knew each other too well, just as they knew the palm prints of their own palms, but Xie Bi'an miscalculated the time, he didn't expect that the time when Fan Wusu came here would be pushed back thousands of years.