Seven hundred years later, no one ever knew that there was once an innocent teenager beside that Demon Lord.

Seven hundred years later, in this world, there is no one who can tell Fu Hanqing the truth about that year.

Fu Hanqing caressed the ice coffin with his hand, and under the palm of his hand, was the man's peaceful face, and the solid ice layer silently blocked between the deceased and the living.

Master, back then...... Actually, you're really, sorry for me, right?

Back then, the promise you made before the peach blossoms in the spring water was actually what you really wanted to do......

Back then, you really wanted to treat me all the time.

It's just that there are so many helplessness and so many last resorts in life, and in many cases, people have to give up others in order to get some.

What's more, I was ignorant to the extreme, and I originally spoke inappropriately and hurt the people you love.

I've always remembered that you loved him like that. All your joys and angers, all your actions, always seem to be influenced by Him. Then, seeing him humiliated, seeing his embarrassment and anger, my punishment should be reasonable.

It's just that at the time, you didn't expect that the end would be death, right?

If so, maybe...... Maybe you won't really give me up, and you won't necessarily give me up. Even though...... Even if that is someone you love.

Fu Hanqing stared gloomily at the ice coffin, his mind was chaotic, as if there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, and as if he had never had anything.

For so many years, I thought I didn't remember, I thought I didn't care, it turned out that I had actually always been. I have never forgotten that I have always blamed you.

It is only now that I am willing to really wake up from my dream, and it is only now that I am willing to open my eyes and see the facts.

I blame you for your gaffes. I hate you for being ruthless, but I have never reflected on my own ignorance, my own cruelty.

All the time, all I think about, in fact, is only myself, all the time, I always keep asking why, but I never want to seriously think about your mood and situation.

So, I say hurtful things without realizing it. So, I see you sad and ignorant.

back then. Have you been grieving for me all the time?

Why did you leave Bai Jinghong, why did you abandon your foundation? Is there a reason for this?

Why did you leave all your treasures to Bai Jinghong in the end, but left me a last word that has been passed down for 700 years?

In your heart, is even a little male pet barely comparable to the person you love?

But, master, even if I have some blame for you. I've never thought I'd want you to be unhappy. Even though I've been haunted for so many years, I've never wished you unhappy in your life?

Master...... Actually, I really want to, I really want to...... During the long time of my slumber, you can be with the people you love. When you are hurt, don't be alone, hide in the coldest and darkest night, and when you're sad, don't be alone, drink the strongest wine, and cry lonely at the night sky.

Master...... I actually......

"That's enough." A rude break interrupted all Fu Hanqing's thoughts. Countless chaos, countless confusions, all faded away, and only the scorching warmth in the palm of the mind could be perceived in the thoughts, which was quietly permeating the whole body.

Fu Hanqing lowered his head in a daze, his hand was firmly held by Di Jiu's hands, and the scorching warm current was surging in.

He pressed his hands on the ice coffin for too long, and the intense cold almost made his entire arm freeze completely. And the scorching true qi was quietly coming, and everywhere he passed, the ice melted and the snow melted, and all the vitality and all the consciousness returned to his body.

This is the first time, Di Jiu's hand is warmer than his, this is the first time, Di Jiu held his hand at this moment, bringing warmth to him.

Di Jiu didn't pay attention to his confused look at this time, but just glared at him with an almost hateful look: "You madman, do you still want your hands?" ”

After scolding him, he turned his head and glared at the others fiercely.

The kings were ashamed, so many people who usually pretend to be smart were standing here, all looking at Fu Hanqing's face, listening to Fu Hanqing's words, no one noticed that Fu Hanqing's hand had been on the ice coffin and had not moved, and he had never been lucky to resist the cold air of jasper.

Di Jiu's angry scolding sounded in his ears, and Fu Hanqing sounded like thunder.

All the time, he was afraid that he would be cold, all the time, he wanted to warm him quietly.

It turned out that at this moment, he was the one who pulled him out of the cold, and it was he who rescued him from the never-ending confusion and chaos.

"Di Jiu." He called softly, then opened his hand and hugged him very hard, very hard.

Di Jiu was stunned, and when he came to the scolding on his lips, he suddenly couldn't remember a word.

Such a hard hug, such a close intimacy of the whole person, even in this icy crypt, the warmth between each other is still impossible to ignore.

He turned his head in a daze and looked at all the other stunned people. hesitated, but the hand was still raised very slowly and slowly, and then gently hugged Fu Hanqing's shoulder and back, and then, slowly tightened, slowly exerted, and finally returned the same hug.

"Di Jiu, you have to be kind to me." Fu Hanqing's voice was extremely light and very light, Di Jiu, promise me, don't let go of my hand again, let go, you and I will be cold. Promise me that you will never give up on me, because after giving up, you will always be sad, and I can't help but blame you, and you will find that, in fact, you are not happy.

Heaven and earth are lonely, the ice room is lonely, and all beings are lonely.

He raised his head, stared at Di Jiu, who was stunned by him, and repeated in a very soft voice: "Di Jiu, you have to be kind to me. ”

Di Jiu looked at him quietly, dazed and unable to answer.

The eyes are still so clear, as if they don't know the dirt of the world at all, and as if they have actually seen all the things in the world, but the red world has never been reflected in that clarity.

Are you going to be nicer to me?

What kind of naivety must you have to be able to put everything you have into the hands of others and expect others to treat them well.

What kind of courage do you have to have to be able to see all the red dust, but not be disturbed by the red dust, still be able to maintain such innocence, and still have such expectations, still

To put it mildly, you want to be nicer to me?

No, no, no, how can one expect kindness from others.

In this world, no one is reliable except yourself, and no one can count on and rely on you except yourself.

No, no, no, smart people should only tell themselves that I have to be nice to myself, and I have to make others have to be nice to me.

However, he looked at him with that look, and he asked him with that voice.

Di Jiu was silent for a long time, and finally smiled lightly: "Fool, am I not good to you?" ”

Fu Hanqing smiled, didn't speak, just hugged him, hard, hard, hard.

The body has been tightly attached to one place, why, still feel insufficient.

Di Jiu, you have to be kind to me.

You have to be good to me all the time.

Because, I really love you, because, I really don't want to miss it again, because, I really don't want to go to a long sleep again, I don't want to be stubborn for anyone who refuses to open my eyes to see the world,

Because, I want to be with you, together, happily, alive.

Because, I want to go with you to see the spring water and the peach blossoms.

Because, I want one day, standing here, telling my old people 700 years ago, in this life, I am very happy. If there is a spirit in the darkness, I believe he will be happy for me.

In the silent and clear world, there are people hugging each other tightly. Among the countless people who have been sleeping for a long time, there are people who yearn to seize the joy of life.

Ice Crystal World. The glass is transparent, and every similar face seems to be staring at the living, the living, the dead, the same face, the same surname, the same identity. Or maybe there will be the same fate.

The kings looked at Di Jiu in amazement, surrounded by countless deceased people who had the same face as him, but he was still standing in front of him so vividly, holding on to life so powerfully.

Everyone has a sense of confusion and trance, who lives and who dies. Who survives and who dies, who is the person Fu Hanqing misses, and who is the person Fu Hanqing hugs?

Who is Di Jiu?

Who is Di Fei?

However, Fu Hanqing has never been confused.

He had the best memory and discernment, and he had never missed anyone, whether it was the Masters of the Past in the Ice Coffin or the twenty identical shadow guards that day.

He always knew who he was thinking about, who he was missing, who he cared about. Who is the person he wants to hold onto?

Di Jiu is not Di Fei.

Di Jiu was not his old master.

Di Jiu is the person he is holding on to at this moment and is unwilling to let go, Di Jiu is the one who has always been. He who never forsaken him. Di Jiu was the one, when he needed it. When he sinks, when he is confused, there is always someone who can come to his rescue.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?" After a long period of patience, there was already undisguised dissatisfaction in the extremely suppressed voice.

Di Jiu slowly turned his head, looked at Xiao Hurt who had just spoken, and swept away the other kings coldly. Only then did he smile faintly: "Why do you knowingly ask, how can you not know about our affairs?" "The voice is slightly paused. He suddenly raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Between the eyebrows, it was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and a sharp aura that was unmatched and unmatched was born out of thin air.

"Well, even if you don't know, it's ......"

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed Fu Hanqing on the forehead very deeply, deeply, only then did he raise his eyes and raise his eyebrows, and looked at the people around him with angry faces, "That's it." ”

Fu Hanqing also came back to his senses at this time, and generously said to everyone: "I like him, he also likes me, we are lovers." ”

He said such a private affair so calmly and with such a free demeanor, that everyone couldn't say a word for a while.

Di Jiu didn't even bother to look at the others again, and only asked him lightly, "Are you still okay?" ”

Fu Hanqing looked back and glanced at Di Feidi's ice coffin.

Master, in this life, maybe, I can really be happy, you ......

The sigh in my heart is far away. He just held the warmth in his hand tightly, looked up and smiled: "It's okay." ”

"Then let's go." Di Jiu pulled him and left.

Fu Hanqing followed him in response. Concentrate on holding each other's hands, don't let go anymore, and follow his steps intently, not wanting to be pulled down.

In this life, perhaps, it can not be abandoned, right?

This life...... Di Jiu, you have to keep me good, okay?

From beginning to end, he didn't look at Di Jing's ice coffin, and there was never a moment when any thoughts related to Di Jing arose in his heart.

In this way, he was pulled by Di Jiu all the way, out of the cold, out of the endless darkness, and out of this world that only belonged to the Netherworld Dead.

He never looked back, never paid attention to it again, and the kings turned pale.

I want to love, I want to be warm to each other, I want to be with each other, I want to have each other.

This is his world with him, without anyone interfering with it, without anyone interfering.

It's him and his choice.

Di Jiu, please never, never, don't abandon me.

Because, I really, really, love you so much.