The whole capital knows that Duanmu Qi'an has taken away his relatives since he was a child, and he is the only one left in Duanmu Mansion since then. The huge Duanmu Mansion has lived alone for thousands of years, except for the next people. Whenever there is a festival and the New Year, the next person goes back to his home, and when Duanmu Qi'an is really left alone, who can experience that loneliness? For a long night, a person sat alone on the jade steps in front of the room, looking at the moon alone.

In fact, Duanmu Qi'an is the same as Zhao Xijia. Thousands of years of loneliness have long since grinded his heart into an ice city. Can you imagine that on the day when the ice city that had been silent for thousands of years was worshipping relatives, the frozen city gate was melted by the blazing light, and the sunlight finally came to the forgotten world, can you imagine how happy Duanmu Qi'an, the only person living in the city, loved this only light?

But his responsibility, to protect the world, had to let him torture the person who brought him light, and every time that person hurt, he felt sorry. The Duanmu Qi'an who lives in his heart is just a little doll, so small that he cries without sugar. But he doesn't need sugar, he just wants a warm light. During the period of torturing Zhao Xijia, the hatred in Zhao Xijia's eyes took away the warm sun in his heart, and the little doll cried and cried, but unfortunately in a person's world, there will never be another person to comfort him. No matter how sad the little doll was, Nuan Yang was unwilling to give any more charity.

This time I went to the Prophecy Clan, I only hope to completely solve all the problems, so that Zhao Xijia will no longer bring bad luck to the world. What Duanmu Qi'an didn't expect was that Zhao Xijia also loved him deeply.

"Qi An," Zhao Xijia looked at the bright moon outside the window in Duanmu Mansion, "I may not be able to wait for you to come back." But you have to remember that my wish is that I want you to move forward, and occasionally my face will appear in front of you. ”

He has never liked the worldly people, and he can be described as hateful. But he was willing to give up this life for a person named Duanmu Qi'an. Because this man was very good to him. Shell, what you can do if you want to? Then you have to go to the sacred mountain to find the only immortal who lives in the world, and find the Baolian who wants to make a shell. How much to pay, only Duanmu Qi'an knows. In fact, it doesn't pay much, for Duanmu Qi'an, it is incomparable with Zhao Xijia, but it is just a bowl of heart-to-heart blood. Zhao Xijia has unspoken thoughts at night, and he is willing to reincarnate in the next life for it, forgetting everything in this life, including a deep love for a person.

In the moonlight, the dagger glowed with a dazzling light. "I only hope that in the next life, you and I can have no worries." When the words fell, the tip of the knife slashed across the white wrist, and the dark red blood kept flowing, slowly taking away this life......

When Duanmu Qi'an returned, the plague had passed, and all the candidates who raised the army were also suppressed. When he arrived at the Prophecy Clan's settlement, Meng Qi Youfeng, who had become a handsome young man, told him that the Time Ruler had set the time forward by two years. It's all in the past. "What about Zhao Xijia?" Duanmu Qi'an asked scaredly. "Go back and see, it's too late, the corpse will rot."

He didn't know how he got back. When he pushed the door open, his beloved lay quietly on the jade table, which was worth a thousand gold. On the white jade table there was a large patch of dried blood, and there was a lot of it on the ground. Duanmu Qi'an's expression did not change, nor did he have a tear, he just silently picked up the body he had exchanged for with his blood, walked to the place where they met that year, and buried his love deeply. When he left, he just said, "You, you'll be back." ”

How many years, how many nights, I want to break free from the darkness and embrace tomorrow, but I just want to find the light of day forever. For many years, looking at the happiness of others, I want to have it myself, but it is delusional after all. No matter how many times, no one can hear the cry for help in his heart, because he is the patron saint of the entire continent, and he does not belong to a certain country, let alone himself. Joy and sorrow never help themselves, like a puppet all day long, living for others.