when a person wants to leave, the other party cannot stay.
not to mention that xuan long is a demon whose head can go up to heaven and earth.
yan yi couldn't tell whether he was anxious that ning zhiyu would run out of medicine from now on, or he couldn't give up xuan long, in short, he just didn't want xuan long to leave him, as long as he thought that this man would completely disappear in his life, his whole person was chaotic.
he emperor of the tang dynasty was crying very indecently at this time, the thick eyelashes were all glued together by tears, and the peach blossom eyes were occupied by despair, and they chased after and grabbed xuan long's sleeve.
"apo... you don't go. you don't go. "
"i really knew i was wrong, i shouldn't have lied to you."
"if you care about your name, i will make you a concubine, how?"
"the imperial concubine is also as righteous as the empress, didn't we say yes, we said that we would stay together for the rest of our lives."
"you are not allowed to go... i won't let you go.
xuan long was dragged and had to turn around to look at yan yi, who was much taller than himself, and he was crying like a child, and his face was full of tears, and there was really no image at all.
xuan long looked away and looked down, "you know me... don't care about those. "
yan yi said in a dumb voice, "i know you don't care, but don't you like me?" "
"then we'll continue together... don't leave me, and if you leave, tell me what to do in the future." "
xuan long refused to look at him: "you already have an empress." "
"that's different... you are different from him, you are different from him..." yan yi bent down to grab xuan long's hand.
xuan long turned slightly sideways, dodging yan yi's touch.
...... it's different indeed.
yan yi treated his queen with true heartache and love, and treated him only by deception, taking, and using.
"apo..." yan yi stood stiffly and straightened his body.
deep lover showed such a fragile look in front of him, xuan long could not do it without being sad, but perhaps because his heart was too small, and there was no room for sand in his eyes, he could not pretend that nothing had happened after experiencing those things.
even if yan yi loved him, he couldn't share his love with others.
besides, yan yi didn't love him.
the wind outside the window poured into the hall and brushed over xuan long's face, his long hair hanging in front of him moved slightly, and blood dripped from his left sleeve robe and smashed on the dark wooden floor.
"that's it... let's leave it at that. "
yan yi choked and said, "can't count, how can it be counted?" "
"you promised me, you said that no matter how much i make in the future and how bad it is to you, you will forgive me once, how can you break your word?"
"you can't talk without counting... you can't lie to me. "
xuan long: "... it is you who break your word first. "
you lied to me first.
it is to introduce the promise letter i sent you as medicine to others.
his most precious heart was trampled under the feet of this man at will...
the place he had longed for had become sad, xuan long did not want to stay any longer, he turned mechanically, looked at the furniture and ornaments in the temple, looked at those familiar objects, and his eyes were as dim as a pool of green backwater, and there was no more light.
he foolishly thought that where there was a bird's nest, there was a place for him.
it turned out to be wrong.
to this day, he is alone.
only the dark thousand-year-old pond can stay with others.
it's time to leave.
xuan long raised his legs to leave, and yan yu was afraid that he would disappear as he walked like before, so he rushed up and hugged him from behind, refusing to let go, crying and trembling.
"apo... apo..."
"don't you go..."
"you are not allowed to leave me, you are not allowed to leave me..."
xuan long did not hesitate any longer, and with some spiritual power in his hand, he easily broke yan iris's hand away, and yan iris fell to the ground and hugged xuan long's leg.
"you're not allowed to go..."
"you are not allowed to go..."
he cried so pitifully, as if he really couldn't give up xuan long, xuan long was at a loss for a moment, and finally bent down, his fingers brushed yan yi's face, and said hoarsely.
"you're not a child anymore."
"in the future, don't cry like this again."
yan iris took the opportunity to grab xuan long's hand, that is, at this moment, xuan long saw a blue light flash in the palm of yan iris, and then the palm slowly opened a light blue iris, like the wings of a butterfly, vivid, making xuan long stunned.
he grabbed yan iris's hand and stared at his palm.
a memory that is so faint that it is almost gone, gradually reappearing in the mind...
nearly 10,000 years ago, he was cut off by his mother-in-law and expelled from the dragon clan, and he dragged his seriously injured body out of the dragon realm in despair, but before he could go down the mountain, he fainted in the middle of the road.
the rain of that day fell so heavily that it fell mercilessly on his weak body, so that after he fell, he never got up again.
he thought he was going to die.
just as he was about to fall into a coma, a blurry figure appeared in the rain curtain... dressed in white, the man held up an ink-colored oil-paper umbrella and walked toward himself on the muddy mountain road.
he was so badly wounded that apart from the wound of the broken horn, he was covered with bloody whip marks that no matter how hard he tried to keep his eyes open, he could not see the man's face clearly.
i only remember that the man crouched down in front of him, and the slender hand gently touched his head, and the man's voice was very gentle, making him feel warm in the mighty rain, and the man said: little dragon, don't be afraid, i will not hurt you.
he saw that the man's hand flashed blue light, and there was a light blue iris in the palm of his hand, which blended perfectly with the skin, as if he had been born with it, very beautiful.
it was the last memory of him before he passed out, and when he woke up again, the rain had passed, the wounds on his body had been bandaged, and the herbs that the man had given him were of little use, but they barely stopped the bleeding, allowing him to survive.
the beautiful oil-paper umbrella was left behind, blocking his curled body, shielding him from the wind and rain overnight.
at that time, he was too weak and small, and he still did not have the ability to protect himself, and after leaving the dragon clan, he was almost caught by the daoist priests several times to cramp and peel his skin, and it was difficult to find the thousand-year-old pond as a place to live, and after cultivating some daoist deeds, when he re-entered the mortal dust, nearly a hundred years had passed.
he tried to borrow the smell of the oil-paper umbrella to find the terran who had saved his life to repay the favor, but after many unsuccessful attempts, he knew that the man was no longer alive.
in ten thousand years, the dynasties in the world have changed countless times, and the long river of years has slowly flowed by, which is enough to forget many things, but some things will never be forgotten.
for example, the light blue iris in the palm of the swallow kite's palm is exactly the same as the person who saved his life before... xuan long took one look at it and recognized it.
yan yiyuan was still crying, and when he saw xuan long staring at his palm in a daze, he leaned over to look at it, and he himself was stunned at this look.
the bird withdrew his hand, sat up on the ground, and rubbed his thumb the petals of the palm of his right hand, but the iris was melted into the skin and could not be rubbed off at all, he said blankly.
"what is this..."
xuan long looked at yan yi with great surprise, he was born in a white ink cloud pattern robe, and his peach blossom eyes were pitifully glowing red... beauty is beautiful, but the face does not lose the heroism that a man should have, a strand of ink hair falls in front of the forehead, full of nobleness, xu is too white skin, crying cheeks and nose are red, like a great grievance.
this is his lover.
he was also the benefactor who saved his life.
it turns out that fate is not a wanton trick, but a secret... all have a definite number.
in his previous life, yan iris saved his life and planted cause and effect, he did not repay the favor, and now he wants to repay it in this way...
"apo... what is this? yan yi looked at xuan long.
before today, he had never seen this iris mark on his hand, and he subconsciously thought it was related to xuan long.
xuan long shook his head and stood up.
why this flower appeared on the hands of yan yi, he did not know, it was probably like the ugly birthmark on his face, which was printed on the soul, and would be carried by reincarnation. some people have done wrong things in their previous lives and deserve this punishment, so they leave an unseemly scar, and some people have done good deeds, and they should let people know their identity at a critical moment, so they leave a beautiful iris flower.
xuan long thought that yan yi should be the latter.
in this way, what this man had done to him before was nothing, but it had deceived him with many dragon scales and robbed him of some sincerity, and if it were not for the fact that this man had reached out to save him, there would have been no cold place standing here now.
chill... chill.
it's a great name.
if there were no swallow iris, he might not even have a name, living in this world, like a rootless wandering soul, no living being would like to look at it.
that's it... that's it...
it's time to be satisfied...
xuan long turned around, the sky outside did not know when it was dark, the night was coming, the hall had time to light wax in the future, his back was lost in the darkness, making yan yu feel a little uneasy in his heart, and he couldn't help but call him.
"apo..."
"i'm gone." xuan long opened his mouth low and did not look back.
he hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something to yan yi again and tell him to take care of him, but then he thought again, yan yi was an emperor, and there were many people waiting in the palace, so why should he be worried.
so he walked forward, and the figure disappeared into the temple.
yan yi got up, hurriedly took a few steps forward, and called out in a dead heart, "apo... apo..."
the dragon was really gone.
the temple was empty, but he was alone, and there was still a shadow next to him.
"apo!! apo!! "
"apo!!!! ——"
yan iris stumbled through the temple like a headless fly, shouting xuan long's name, fantasizing that he would be the same as before, and hearing his own voice appear.
but this time not.
xuan long was gone.
angry with him.
won't be back.
yan yi fell to the ground, tears streaming from his eyes. the eunuch outside the palace heard his heart-rending cry and anxiously knocked on the door to ask him what was wrong, but yan yi couldn't hear anything.
he wondered why xuan long had left.
maybe it's because he's so bad for him... it seems that it is really not very good, he always bullies xuan long, bullies him in bed, and also bullies him under the bed, knowing that the stupid dragon is not as dull as he said in his own mouth, not really not afraid of pain, but also pretending not to know, fighting his temperament is stuffy, will not cry pain, you can toss him vigorously.
anyway, he is a demon, or a demon who has been practicing for ten thousand years, and he will not die if he suffers some minor injuries.
but demons can also bleed, and they will be afraid of pain... fang cai xuanlong shed a lot of blood.
this was the first time yan iris had seen xuan long pull out so many scales. he used to not let himself see... so when he didn't see it, how much blood xuan long had shed, and how much pain he had endured alone.
no wonder he was leaving.
treating him too badly.