My villain's vest can't cover it [Rebirth]

Chapter 43 3

During the years of his death, Yan Bujing seemed to have gone to many places.

He was floating like a wisp of smoke.He seemed to be able to see and hear something, but he couldn't remember clearly.

It was as if there was a thread pulling him from the back of his waist, pulling him all the time.

He was confused and at a loss, and became a lonely ghost in the world.

He went to many places unconsciously and met many people.

The palace of no return changed its name to Chongming.The lord of the Palace of Not Returning also changed and became the lord of the Chongming Palace. Who is that?Oh, it's the little uncle.

The little uncle recruits talented people from all over the world, and asks everyone to find the treasure of the palace that never returns.

Fen Chen's disappearance was known to everyone, and the crowd was in an uproar.Yan Bujing floated in the air in nothingness, watching those people running around.

Ah, Fen Chen, where did he lose it?Can not remember……

He floated and floated, seeing Jiu Liancheng and Qing Baiyi.

But Qing Baiyi is covered in blood, what happened to him?

There was a big hole in his heart. He was kneeling on the ground talking to someone, and the person opposite him was also dressed in white, but that face was always covered by fog, so he couldn't see clearly.

Yan Bujing floated in front of the man blankly, very close to him.

who are you……

Do I know you?

He is just a ray of soul in heaven and earth, and no one can see him.He seemed to know it too, and circled around that person mischievously.

He dared to reach out to touch it, but it penetrated his body.

Ah, I forgot, I can't touch him.

Yan Bujing turned his head again, he squatted on the ground, propped his head up and looked at the light white clothes.Distressed and wanted to plug the hole in his chest, not understanding what was going on.

"Ayi? Ayi?" He shouted, but Qingbaiyi didn't know it.

He was just talking to the person opposite, no, he was begging for something.

Yan Bujing wanted Ayi to get up, but he couldn't do anything.

After a long time, the screen changed.

Yan Bujing doesn't know where this is, everything is very strange.

The plain and elegant white is overwhelming, and he is in a strange dormitory.This is not the Palace of No Return, nor Zhangtai Academy.

And this faint fragrance of magnolia... made him very familiar.

He floated out and met many people.

Who are they?Why are they all kneeling on the ground, why are some people crying, and some people are unwilling to leave.

The person standing at the highest place turned a blind eye, as if a piece of snow on the mountain was extremely cold that day. With a wave of his sleeve, he scattered a thousand-year foundation and tens of thousands of disciples.

The famous Yunjin Immortal Sect disappeared overnight.

Yan Bujing was dazed, he floated back and forth, and stood in front of that person.

Why can't I see his face clearly?

Who is he?

He was trembling, was he also sad.Touched the man's fingertips, although Yan Bujing couldn't touch them, he still felt that his hands were so cold.

Cool to the core.

"Hey, you should wear more." He stood in front of him with his head tilted and whispered, even though he knew he couldn't hear him, but at that moment, the man turned his head suddenly, and Yan Bujing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. As if I could feel the gaze, I stared at it for a long time.

It's just that he didn't take a step until the end.

In this way, he retreated away from the vast crowd, quietly retreating.

Watching his leaving figure, Yan Bujing shed tears subconsciously, he just watched for a long time, didn't know what he was looking at, just felt how lonely he would be if he stopped looking at him.

That person, standing proudly in the frost and snow, seemed to have lost his heart and affection, and was no longer tolerated by warmth.

The world is so big, how can we call it home.

He's the only one left... Maybe.

The scenery in front of me changes, changes.

It seemed to be back when he was young again, the red thread on the Sansheng Bridge, connected with his hand, led him to the front of another person.

Yuelao, Yuelao, don't be joking, dragging you around, why did you hook up with a son.

The bright red everywhere, riding on the lanterns, riding on every scene, lit thousands of bright lights.

The fiery red Lantern Festival is the favorite color of the Palace Master of the Palace of No Return.

That night is also a memory that blooms in my heart.

Yan Bujing floated in the air, raised his hand for some reason, he looked at his fingertips, as if he could see something through them.

He bowed his head and smiled slightly.

The smile was light and faint, yet sweet to the heart.

Why do you laugh, why.

He drifted through many places and walked through countless scenes.

The rope wrapped around his waist followed him all the time.Wherever he goes, it goes.

Today, it finally moved.

Yan Bujing is like a kite, and it is the string wrapped around the kite.

It took Yan Bujing to an extremely cold place, a cave like a crystal, the ice crystals shone with icy light.

In the clear ice nest, there is an ice coffin.

He was floating in the air, looking at the ice coffin, looking at it ignorantly.

who is this.

who died.

It's pathetic, just like him.

However, it didn't take long before someone came.

This time, Yan Bujing saw his face clearly.

He smiled slightly, such a handsome son.

That whiteness, like a banished fairy who broke into the world, he rushed to the coffin, carefully opened the coffin, and stared at it for a long time.

Inside the ice coffin was a bloody shirt with a long handle.gun.

Yan Bujing recognized it, it was his Fen Chen.

How come here?

That dress... that dress...

The bright red color of the clothes gave him a headache.He covered his forehead and closed his eyes in pain.

It wasn't until he heard the crying that he slowly lowered his hands and looked over.

Ah, it's that banished fairy.Holding the red dress in his hands, he cried hoarsely, and Yan Bujing's heart ached when he was crying, and he was convulsed with sadness.

He really wanted to tell him, don't cry, don't be sad.

He didn't know why it was so uncomfortable to see someone cry, and he wanted to cry when he saw him cry.I don't want to see him sad, not at all.

He was terrified.

He fell down, squatted in the ice coffin, and leaned in front of the man.

He lay on the coffin and tilted his head to look at him.

Crystal clear teardrops hung on his eyelashes, and his jade-like face was full of tears. He cried so painfully that he held the red dress in his arms for a long time and refused to let it go.

Yan Bujing sighed lightly.

Why are you bothering, why are you crying for the dead.Most of the people who died went to Naihe Bridge, and went to Meng Po to ask for soup. After drinking that bowl, they probably would never remember the world. If you cry again, he will never come back.

It's a pity that he couldn't tell the truth, and he couldn't comfort that person, so he could only sit in the coffin and caress Fenchen like a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

Fen Chen, Fen Chen, he said to it: You, do you know that you are a big piece of fat.Many people want to eat you, but I have been beaten a lot because of you.It's good for you to lie here, I see that person has a pure-hearted and ascetic temperament, so it's good to hide you here, so that the world won't suffer any more deaths and injuries because of you.

Yan Bujing touched Fenchen while watching the man cry.

well.This cry.

Feeling uncomfortable, he reached out his hand to wipe away his tears, but just as he touched his face, he suddenly felt that he couldn't touch it, so he had to retract it.Unexpectedly, for such a moment, the man suddenly raised his head and looked around.

There were still tears in his clear and glazed eyes, and he was looking for something quickly.

He shouted loudly: "Bujing, is that you? Is that you?"

Yan Bujing lay on the coffin and looked at him with a smile.

It turns out that the person you were waiting for was also called Bujing.

That's great, that Bujing is really happy.

As for me, who is waiting for me, who remembers me.

I don't know why, but his soul has landed here and never changed places.

He could always see that young master appearing here, and later, he saw that A Yi also came.

A Yi brought an extremely terrifying heart, and that heart was beating, and Yan Bujing, who was watching it, held her nose in disgust.

He has become a soul, and he can't help but want to retch, staying away from the light white clothes.

Why is this Ayi still poaching people's hearts?

He really didn't understand.

But the Banished Immortal made him even more incomprehensible.

Because Yan Bujing discovered that that strange person would dig out a mouthful of blood every day to water that heart.

"Are you crazy, hey, do you want to die?" he called, turning around anxiously.

"Ayi is crazy, and you are crazy too. Your life is tied to your heart, why are you digging more and more, stop it, stop it!"

He was a little more nervous than the exiled immortal, and every time he looked at his bowl of blood, he would twitch with sadness.

Qingbaiyi has never been to this icy and snowy land again, only the exiled immortal, like this every day, every year.

When it was late at night, he would lie down in the ice coffin to rest.Yan Bujing occasionally rushes in and lies beside him.

That person always hugged the red dress very tightly.But he couldn't sleep, and often woke up in the middle of the night, and stared at the red dress in a daze after waking up.

One eye opened until dawn.

As if he lived here, he practiced here, and lived here.

Day after day, year after year.

His eyes became colder and colder, as if they had merged with the world of ice and snow.There is no more unnecessary expression, only when looking at the red dress, there will be a little more pain.

Later, he would go out from time to time.But no matter how late it is, I will return to this cave and pour my blood into that heart.

One year, two years, three years...

At first Yan Bujing could count, but when it reached 100 years, he really didn't want to count.

After that, I don't know how many years passed, that day, that exiled immortal went out, only him and Fen Chen were left in the cave.

But on this day, he accidentally heard a voice.

"No competition, no competition!"

He suspected that he heard it wrong, and then he fixed his eyes on Fen Chen, and cautiously reached out to touch it.

A strong suction sucked him in, and he was sucked in before he could exclaim.But as soon as he landed, he felt a shock, and he was hugged tightly.

Yan Bujing was dumbfounded.

The real feeling of this hug... He was amazed.

Looking back, he looked at the unfamiliar face behind him.

The visitor plunged into his arms, crying.

His hair was fiery red, his clothes were a little ragged, and he stepped on the ground with bare feet.

His head reached Yan Bujing's chest, not tall, but he was extraordinarily handsome.

It's not a big boy.

"Who are you...?" Yan Bujing asked in a daze.

But the man just kept crying, and while crying, he hit his chest and wanted to drill into it.

Crying with snot and tears, crying yelling, crying out of breath.

Yan Bujing smiled helplessly.

"You don't even know me, woo woo woo, you heartless woo woo woo."

Yan Bujing laughed out loud.

"Don't talk nonsense, why do I have no conscience."

The young man sniffed and raised his head pitifully.

"You don't want me anymore, you lost me, you walked so fast, why did you accept me at that time, why didn't you let me protect you! You did it on purpose, didn't you, you just wanted to die! You just I want to die in Yuliuyin's hands!"

"Yu Liuyin?" Yan Bujing was slightly taken aback, and whispered, "Yu Liuyin...Yu Liuyin...who is he?"

The name was so familiar, but he couldn't remember anything.

He looked at the red-haired boy and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy stamped his feet angrily: "I am Fen Chen! Fen Chen!!!"

Yan Bujing was dumbfounded.

"My Fenchen is a person?"

"You!" Fen Chen was speechless angrily, "I am a spirit, a spirit!"

This impact is not insignificant.Yan Bujing has been a lonely ghost for hundreds of years, and unexpectedly saw Fenchen's spirit body.

"Brother Ayi and that bastard Yu Liuyin have been looking for your scattered souls for many, many years, and Brother Ayi has given you his heart. You just stay here, I will protect you, no one dares to touch you! I'll let you out after the bastard revives you."

Yan Bujing listened to the clouds and fog.

But he heard one sentence clearly.

"You said... what did Ayi give me?"

Fen Chen's eyes fell, and he said sadly: "The heart outside belongs to brother Ayi. He dug his own heart in order to save you."

Yan Bujing fell down, he clutched his forehead.His head hurt again, and he bit his lower lip.

"No competition? Are you okay? No competition?"

He couldn't hear anything.

Why did he still feel a headache after becoming a soul, why did he not let go of this pain even after he died.

The flames of Fenchen swept across the entire space.

He stood outside the firelight, looking at the people lying quietly inside.

"Brother Bujing, take a good rest, and I'll call you when it's time to wake up."

Afterwards, the long night.

He fell into a deep sleep, sleeping peacefully for countless springs, summers, autumns and winters.

He seemed to be dreaming all the time, and the people in the dream were both familiar and strange.

There are always people laughing at him, angry at him, and ignoring him.

He clings to others like a follower, wherever others go, he will go there.

That person was also wearing white clothes, which annoyed him terribly at first, but then it didn't seem to matter anymore.

He is getting bolder and more and more thoughts in his heart.

One day, beside the Sansheng Bridge on the Lantern Festival, and in the forest not far away.

The distance between him and the opponent was less than half a fist, he was panting, and so was the man.

He seemed to hear himself laughing and saying: "The red thread candy can be solved by itself after a moment of heartbeat by one of the parties." "Come here, I will try again." "You are so afraid, I, the young master of the Demon Realm, haven't even said anything yet." What, if you want to be ashamed, I am ashamed, okay?"

Later, the joke was confiscated.

He moved closer and closer to the man.The heart beat faster and faster.

The red line will be solved.

Probably, it is really tempting.

For a long time, for a long time.

He has been immersed in a dream, the dream seems to be imaginary, but also seems real.False and real, real and false, I don't know when it is true and when it is false.

The turmoil of the outside world was blocked by the flames.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to see himself.

I saw myself appearing in Fenchen, I saw myself talking to Fenchen.

He is a ray of soul, walking towards his own body, as if out of control, heading towards him.

Fen Chen saw it, but didn't interrupt him.

With sporadic firelight, with his fragmented memory, he walked towards himself.

Waking up from a big dream, a dream seems to have passed three lives.

Yan Bujing, I will give you back what you lost.Return Yuliuyin to you, and return your memories to you.

He scattered thousands of disciples for you, traveled all over the world for you, cut his heart and soul for you for 300 years, and lit the eternal lamp for you every year.

The candle lighted on the festival day is the way back he lit for you.

"It was too dark at night, and he could only find his way home by lighting a lamp."

For more than three hundred years, it has been like this every year and every day.

He has been waiting for you, waiting for your return.

Therefore, in this life, I don't want to have unlimited scenery, but I just want to love him for a long time and keep him safe, okay?

The author has something to say:

later, sweet

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