readease Chapter 15 Suicide
Chapter 15 Suicide
Shen Quehan, who was always at ease in front of Nanfeng, was a little at a loss, but when things came to an end, he had finally settled down with the ancestor of the demon race, and retreating at this time would be a waste of all previous efforts, so he could only slightly emphasize his tone, and said in a deep voice: "Be obedient. "
Nan Feng shook his head, and didn't agree with him at all: "Other things, you can talk about everything, but this is not the case."
His expression was gloomy, his eyes were thin red, and the corners of his lips were tight. It was obvious that he was no longer at the level of "unhappy".It is very scary for Mozun to commit crimes. Shen Quehan knows Nanfeng well, and knows that he will be soft but not hard. At this time, he must not twist with him, he has to be patient and coax him slowly.He sighed silently in his heart, gave up his plan for a quick battle, and stretched out his hand to Nanfeng: "Come here."
Nanfeng looked at him coldly, his feet were motionless as if rooted.
In the soul state, people's emotions will be more sensitive and intense than in the present world. Nan Feng has not lost his temper these years, but he has become a habit of suppressing it. Therefore, once the restraint is released and his original personality is freely revealed, it will be very difficult. do.
Not to mention that this is the place where he first fell into the devil in his memory, not going crazy is already the result of his intentional restraint.
Shen Quehan didn't stop because of his indifferent attitude, and insisted: "Come here, senior brother."
Nan Feng's gaze moved from his face to his steady fingertips. After a stalemate for an unknown amount of time, he finally moved slowly.
He walked towards Shen Quehan step by step, walked through the ruins soaked in blood and surrounded by magic mist, broke away from the unforgettable nightmare of years, left all panic, fear and pain behind him, and finally stopped at Shen Quehan In front of him, like a scarred wild animal, was being pulled into his arms full of vigilance and exhaustion.
"Hey, don't be afraid, senior brother is here." Shen Quehan patted his tense shoulders, and whispered into his ear, "It's okay, there will be no danger, trust senior brother, okay?"
Nan Feng moved very little, but still shook his head stubbornly, his voice was inaudible: "It hurts."
"I know."
He embraced Nanfeng with a gentle but irresistible force, and kneaded the skin on the back of his neck with one hand like a cat, with a calm and relaxed tone, as if the sky fell and could be ignored: "For so many years, you have You've done a good job, leave the next thing to me, and senior brother won't hurt you any more in the future."
The ancestor of the demon race clearly has no body, but for some reason he wants to curl up so much. If anyone can see him, they will find that his face is wrinkled, and the corner of his mouth is grinning while hissing inhalation like a leak.
If this scene were changed to someone else, maybe the senior brother was deliberately trying to fight for the position of the junior demon king, but when it was placed on Shen Quehan and Nanfeng, there was an inexplicably deep affection like the sea.
There was a brief vibration from the tight chest, Nanfeng seemed to be laughed at by him, Shen Quehan felt that he pushed himself lightly, so he relaxed his strength so that he could straighten up.
Nan Feng backed away from his embrace, with a smile on his face, but when he raised his head, Shen Quehan immediately "thumped" in his heart.
That smile was full of indescribable sadness and madness, but his eyes swept over Shen Quehan with great nostalgia, his soul could not shed tears, but for a moment Shen Quehan suddenly felt that the torrential rain was pouring on him.
"Brother, you don't know."
"It hurts to be enchanted, but not as painful as when I heard the news of your death." He pressed his chest and said to himself, "I will never forget that kind of pain in my life, even turning into a soul." Remember."
"I don't want you to carry the soul contract for me, I don't want anyone to have the opportunity to threaten you, I don't want you to be in danger even once... Brother, as long as you live in this world well, I will do anything for you." Can."
He couldn't figure out the meaning behind this sentence for a while, but some kind of ominous premonition had seized his five senses, and Shen Quehan finally turned pale, and shouted sharply: "Nanfeng!"
But it was too late.
Nanfeng's pale and slender five fingers sank into his heart, as clean and neat as every time he struck, he crushed the live heart that was entwined with magic lines and beating vigorously without muddling.
"You stop me!"
Together with the belated roar, there is also the entire memory world built on the soul.
This is equivalent to directly destructing the soul, the soul is gone, and the memory naturally no longer exists.
The ancestors of the demon race were very excited to watch the show, but they haven’t been so excited in 100 years. It’s a pity that there is no melon seeds to match this good show. How could they have thought that there was no sign of Nanfeng’s madness, and the thunder would strike him in the blink of an eye. to his forehead.
The so-called soul contract means that life and soul are linked together, and if one is damaged, both will be damaged. If one of them dies, the other will not even want to live.But back then, Nanfeng was only thinking of avenging Shen Quehan, and those he regarded as enemies were people like the elders of the immortal sect, and the possibility of going up to die was too great. The ancestor of the demon clan took him as a sojourner And the life-saving talisman, I don't want to really die with him, so I deliberately left a "live button" on the soul contract-Nanfeng can't take the initiative to unlock the soul contract, and the ancestor of the demon race, as the owner of the contract, only needs to spend a little mana , he can unilaterally cancel the soul contract.
So at this fleeting moment, the patriarch of the demon race made a quick decision, stepping on the moment before Nanfeng's soul completely collapsed, and quickly untied the soul bond between the two.
A wisp of black air struggled to break free from the darkness, hovering and flew into the sky, and then all the light dimmed, and the world turned into endless dust, sinking into the abyss of eternal night.
"Ding--"
A slender and crisp bell sounded from afar, like a mirror shattered, the surface of the water was broken, the surrounding sounds, lights...all the perceptions rushed to him like a tide, wrapping him into the noisy world.
Nanfeng opened his eyes on the bed.
There is no scorched-earth ruins in memory, and there is no empty and empty house. Huifengxuan has simple and elegant furnishings, tables, chairs and beds are all available, and the bronze lampstands in the shape of flying birds are at random heights. Suanni censer exhales a pulse of sweet fragrance slowly, the whole room is warm and comfortable, making people relax involuntarily, falling into the gentle town and not wanting to come out.
——Except for Shen Quehan, whose face was covered with frost.
Nanfeng was actually a little confused, and wisely kept quiet, but uncontrollably glanced at the Qingluan Mirror in Shen Quehan's hand, and Shen Quehan found evidence that he was awake.
"It's just nonsense!" Shen Quehan directly picked him up from the bed, and it was obvious that he was agitated, "What were you doing just now? If it weren't for the illusion, you would be out of your wits now! I never said let me come, Who taught you to die together?!"
"Brother...cough cough..."
Although Shen Quehan was furious, seeing that he was being strangled, he let go of his hand. Nanfeng immediately climbed up the pole and grabbed his hand: "Don't be angry, I know that senior brother must have made every possible preparation...and this You don't need to form a soul bond with that old devil, we are all fine..."
"Knowing that I've made preparations, I ignored my arrangement and happily committed my own death." Shen Que said coldly, "Nanfeng, do you believe me or not?"
Shen Quehan often called Nanfeng by his name, but this time it was obviously different from the previous intimate address, it was the kind of calling him with both names and surnames to trouble him.Nan Feng didn't dare to argue any more, he lowered his eyebrows and said obediently: "Senior brother, I was wrong."
Shen Quehan had long planned to unlock the soul contract for him, and in order to guard against the ancestors of the demon race, even Nanfeng didn't inform him in advance, and only vaguely hinted twice today.After the last battle between immortals and demons, he was also present when the Xuntian Pavilion and other sects sealed the Heavenly Execution Order, so he knew that the ancestor of the demon clan was a slippery figure. His soul is placed in the Heaven Punishment Order, so it is very likely that he will have a retreat from Nanfeng.
In fact, Nanfeng's method is the most direct and effective. As long as the death is realistic enough, there is no need to worry about the ancestors of the demon race being fooled. The old man will never bet his life with them.But Shen Quehan couldn't accept Nanfeng's death in front of him no matter what, and he couldn't pretend, so he offered to exchange himself. Anyway, he set up an illusion when Nanfeng entered the door, and then as long as the soul contract was transferred to him , He feigned death once in the illusion, forcing the ancestor of the demon race to take the initiative to unlock the soul contract and break the illusion at the same time, transfer the scene to the present world, and then trap the remnant soul with the soul-absorbing magic weapon, and it is considered a success.
Who knew that a south wind would come out halfway, and directly blew his soul, not to mention the ancestor of the demon race, even Shen Quehan was deceived by him. Fortunately, all subsequent actions were carried out according to Shen Quehan's plan. Nan Feng broke free from his body, and Shen Quehan snapped him into the Qingluan mirror with quick eyes and hands.
But the end of self-assertion is that it can't end. Shen Quehan has never been so angry since he was reborn, especially the moment Nanfeng chose to die with the ancestor of the demons, it was no different from taking a knife to gouging out the flesh in his heart.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, using this movement to suppress the unceasing anger...and panic in his chest.
"It was my fault."
He looked at Nanfeng, under the warm yellow candlelight, the face with faded magic patterns was amazingly beautiful. He should have grown up well, and under Shen Quehan's teaching, he would grow into the most handsome and outstanding young sword fairy in the cultivation world, not Trapped in the wind and snow for many years, concealing his true colors, guarding the empty city alone, and dying his whole life.
He died so hastily, and came back so abruptly. The moment he opened his eyes in 100 years was a huge scar that spanned half of Nanfeng's life. Why did he ask Nanfeng to accept him and trust him without any grudges?
Shen Quehan suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I didn't protect you well."
Nan Feng didn't wait for the expected reprimand, but was a little panicked: "Senior brother..."
"Illusions are exhausting, you... lie down and sleep again." Shen Quehan couldn't help but change the subject, he just wanted to get away from him as soon as possible, and find a place for himself to clear his mind. "What's the matter, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Nan Feng grabbed Shen Quehan's wrist before he could pull his hand away, and held him tightly to prevent him from leaving: "Senior brother!"
"What else?"
"It's not your fault," Nan Feng said, "It was my intention."
Shen Quehan was pulled forward by him, facing Nanfeng's bright eyes, which contained a lot of enthusiasm that he couldn't understand, but was very straightforward.
The soul contract that had imprisoned him for many years finally fell off, and today he went crazy again in the illusion. Nan Feng felt an unprecedented relaxation in his whole body, including many things that had to be suppressed in the past, suddenly became light at this moment, even What once seemed difficult for him to be honest has become very easy.
"I'm not as obedient and docile as you think. Over the years, I have thought more than once, if one day I die in your arms, what will your expression be, what will your reaction be, will you... cry for me."
When he said these words without changing his face, he looked like a little lunatic, coupled with that overly handsome face, the sense of aggression was so strong that it was like a raging fire coming from the pavement, even forcing Shen Quehan to take a step back.
"At that time, I just wanted to make you hurt. No matter how much I hurt in the past 100 years, you should feel the same pain."
"I want to know how much you care about me, if as much as I care about you."
From standing still to stunned, Shen Quehan finally understood a little bit, and followed his train of thought with difficulty.He didn't feel provoked or offended, but changed his way of getting angry, which was different from the previous monstrous anger. If he had to describe it, it was probably like watching a mischievous child rolling all over the floor. Self-consciously indulgent.
This may be because he already knows how much he is valued, is the center of the other party's attention, and the destination of all emotions.
"What you care about," he looked down at Nanfeng, and asked lightly, "is to take revenge on me like Nezha took revenge on his father, doesn't it?"
south wind:"……"
His senior brother is really a strange person who doesn't take hard things, but tonight Nan Feng is fearless, after taking the opportunity of going crazy to express his thoughts, there is nothing in the world that can stop him.
He jerked Shen Quehan violently, and at the same time he stood up and pressed down, and accurately kissed the man who made him willing to kill him.
It was soft and warm to the touch, softer than he had always thought, even a little sweet, maybe it was his illusion.
A place in my heart collapsed silently.
It turns out that sinking never originates from external objects, but starts from within a person.
His arms naturally went around Shen Quehan's back, and he wanted to hug him after parting his lips. His voice was a little hoarse, but every word was very precious and tender: "It's not the kind of caring you said, it's liking."
"I like senior brother, it's... the kind of love promised by life and death."
The author has something to say:
Emotional drama!I'm so excited!
Since the author's IQ is not high and he can't write any plots of wits, he forced the boss to lower his wits to complete this plot. The ancestor of the demons is really miserable.
The mental journey of the demon king who has not been blackened but has gone crazy——
Nanfeng: It hurts
Brother: I know
Nanfeng: No, you don't know, I'm going to let you know today.