Xuanyi's consciousness is sometimes clear, sometimes confused.

When he is unconscious, he will always shout and call out for several names. Sometimes it's "debating the truth", sometimes it's "interpretation", sometimes it's "Miyuan", or it's "Jingdu". He called the names of all the "monks" in Jialan Temple one by one, but he never called Shen Qingjun's name.

But Shen Qingjun still liked his unconscious appearance, because every time his red eyes began to clear, he would become more and more alienated. He would push her away, obviously her body was still weak and weak, but the strength she used was disgusted and disgusted.

The most he said to her was "You go".

Shen Qingjun rolled down his sleeves to cover up the bite marks and scratches on his skin.

Several wounds have ruptured repeatedly and have festered into minced flesh. Even if she rubbed it with a soft brocade robe, it would make her feel pain.

She gradually began to lose it, so she swapped her arms.

Xuan Yi suffered a night like a ghostly nightmare, his mind was unstable, and the madness of the demon became more and more frequent. Whenever his body began to tremble, it was a precursor to a seizure.

At this time, even if Xuan Yi repeatedly pushed Shen Qingjun away, she didn't care about her dignity and pain, and hugged Xuan Yi tighter.

Because she knew that Xuan's body would be hot for a while, and she kept feeling cold, shrinking her body and chattering teeth.

Soon after, he would lose consciousness completely and begin to scream at self-harm. At this time, Shen Qingjun would roll up his sleeves again, and stuff the shocking and flesh-and-blood arm into Xuan Yi's mouth, no matter how he gnawed and tore the skin, it would be unbearable.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it'll be fine. Shen Qingjun's face was wrinkled in pain, but his other hand was still gently patting Xuanyi's body, comforting and coaxing, and extremely tender.

"Uncle Shi Jian...... The abbot ...... "Xuanyi was confused, and sometimes he would be calm for a while, but he couldn't stop muttering in his mouth.

"I'm ...... I'm here...... We are all ......" Shen Qingjun replied, suddenly remembering the night when the evil ghost took his life, she had also called his name like this, and he also took her call with the word "I am".

Now, the identity is reversed. She was answering, but the monk was not calling her name.

The two of them spent a big daylight in a daze, Shen Qingjun drank some stream water, Xuan Yi drank some of her blood, and other than that, the two did not eat.

month, a little loss. But it's still as full as scarlet as yesterday.

Another moonlit night, when the moon is full.

Xuan Yi finally came to his senses, he moved his body, and found that Shen Qingjun was unclothed and was using his body temperature to shield him from the cold, so he suddenly pushed her body away.

Shen Qingjun was caught off guard and hit her head on a rock, she let out a gentle "hiss" and touched the wound on her head. It seems to be a little wet, and it may also be bloody.

Most of the time it was the old scar that broke the skin again, and the scar on Xuanyi's forehead that did not disappear was the same place.

"You, how shameless are you, you don't put your clothes on quickly. Xuan Yi was so stunned that he didn't dare to look back.

Shen Qingjun chuckled, a little relaxed after a long time, she was dressed neatly, and carefully pulled Xuanyi's monk's robe, signaling that he could turn back.

But Xuanyi stood upright, and in the dim cave, he could only glimpse his upright figure through the moonlight projected.

He didn't look back, he still asked her to go, "You go, don't follow me anymore." ”

Shen Qingjun's face suddenly stiffened, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his face was bitter, "To follow or not to follow, it's my freedom." ”

"But I'm already tired of you, don't let me hate you and annoy you anymore, let's stop here!" Xuan Yi said, his voice as cold as moonlight, as if he had really given up his feelings.

Shen Qingjun was silent, lowered his head, and wiped the water stains on his face with his cuffs.

Xuan Yi straightened out the monk's robe and robe, looked at the clear light outside the cave, and walked towards the place where there was light, "If you want to go to Yangzhou or Luoyang, from now on, it has nothing to do with me." ”

Shen Qingjun shook his head, and when he saw him leaving, he also began to walk. She had small steps to distance herself from him, but not too far.

The words "have nothing to do with me" were too heartless, which made Shen Qingjun's heart sour for a while, and he couldn't speak. It took a lot of effort for her to keep herself from whimpering.

The sound was subtle, but Xuanyi still felt it. He let out a long sigh, turned his head, and looked at her face in the moonlight, which was watery and bloody, and her eyes were red and swollen, no less than his.

"You're not leaving?" asked Xuanyi.

Shen Qingjun nodded, "I don't want to...... Watch you go to your death. ”

"I must return this Garan, Shen Qingjun, it makes no difference whether you stop it or not. "Xuanyi's eyes became a demon, and he actually provoked the blood moon scarlet to be inferior by three points.

He walked towards Shen Qingjun, walked in front of her, and began to carefully touch her eyebrows, stroke by stroke, and began to trace. If the black ink is stained with the pen, the pen on the rice paper will walk the dragon and snake.

Then, Genichi lifted her wrist.

Before Shen Qingjun could feel the warmth of Xuanyi's fingertips, he heard a click, which seemed to be the sound of a broken thread.

Then, something rolled to the ground and scattered. A few catapults were ejected to a side of land far away.

It turned out that he had torn off the red Buddha beads.

This string of red Buddha beads was broken again.

Only this time, there is no gold and silver thread around the two, and it seems that they can no longer be strung together.

"A broken line is like a broken love. Xuanyi's tone was firm, and his red eyes became more and more swaggering. It seems that the next moment, he will transform into a cannibal ghost.

Shen Qingjun immediately squatted down and began to look for the scattered Buddha beads from the grass, she couldn't figure out how the beads were as red as red beans, how could they be hidden behind the night, but she couldn't see anything.

"Let's go. Xuanyi repeated that sentence again, and he was about to push her away.

Shen Qingjun finally touched a bead, she put the red bead in the palm of her hand, carefully patted away the dust, and blew the plaster.

The bead was still contaminated with her body temperature not long ago, but after a while, it was once again cooled into the Layue Ice Spring. It turns out that it's not hot!

She crouched on the ground, her body shrunk into a small mass that would have been mistaken for a forest crop if she hadn't looked closely.

This time she didn't answer either.

But when Xuanyi walked away, she didn't get up anymore, and still froze in the same position, she found a few beads in her hand, but there were many more beads that she didn't find.

Xuanyi has already gone away.

The cool breeze was blowing, and something seemed to be flying by.

The smell of blood was strong.

She fumbled around to pick up more beads, but came across a cold object.

In the moonlight, Shen Qingjun could confirm that it was a corpse.

Dry and dead wood. There are two marks of fangs biting on the neck.

The initiator must be the ghostly Nakshatra.

Cool breeze.

Sassy.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors