the xuanlong in the previous soul consciousness realm was good, but this time it was not so simple.
that xuan long still had a good memory of falling in love with yan yi, and now this one, after the truth and lies were exposed, after he was tortured in prison, those few beautiful things had long been consumed a little bit, and he was discouraged, his eyes were like dead ashes, and he didn't even want to look at yan yi.
no matter how much yan yi begged him, he was reluctant to open his eyes.
soon after, the flower lady came, it was 'yan iris' who sent her to heal xuan long, a small jar of elixir went down, xuan long woke up groggily, he should have burned so badly that even people couldn't recognize it, sometimes shouting mistle, sometimes shouting mother-in-law, that is, there was no yan iris.
this nightmare is derived from reality, and what happens in the realm of soul consciousness is what has really been experienced in reality. yan yi saw the man lying quietly, still being treated by the flower girl, and he did not make a sound when he was hurt.
after treating the wound, the flower girl conjured up a cotton futon to cover xuan long. the flower girl has a daughter at home, and it will not be long before she leaves, so xuan long is left in the cold prison.
yan yi found that when there were others around him, he could not touch xuan long's body, and xuan long could not see him, probably because he was an alien invader, and the people in xuan long's dream did not belong to the same time realm, so he could not appear at the same time, only when he was alone, xuan long could see himself.
the dream is illusory and changeable, originally still in this scene, the next breath will be changed.
the space gradually distorted, the sleeping dragon lying on the ground disappeared, and the square opening above no longer rained, but was replaced by slowly falling snowflakes.
the men on the wall were shackled by heavy chains, the lute bones were roundly hooked, and the prisoner's clothes were bloodied and attached to the body, dark red in most places, and the cloth around the lute bones was bright red. he leaned his head against the wall on his side, his long messy hair obscuring the ugly scars on his cheeks, and from the angle of the swallow kite, he could see the bridge of his tall nose and his pale thin lips.
the lost and pregnant xuan long was even more vulnerable than the terrans, and no one knew how painful it was to be treated like this, but yan yi now felt that his heart had been smashed.
hurriedly getting up from the ground, he staggered a few steps past, and 'poof' knelt in front of xuan long's body: "apo..."
the fingertips slowly lifted, and they were about to lift xuan long's long hair to cover his face, when suddenly there were footsteps from far and near.
"oops... do you think that demon is really so comfortable, the emperor has come so diligently, and he is not dirty..."
two sword guards stopped outside the cell door, and the lean jailers looked at xuan long through the iron fence with burning eyes, and as they spoke, they began to think crookedly, and they took the key and opened the cell door in a hurry.
"i'll come first, and then i'll change you when i'm comfortable."
the tall jailer grabbed the lean jailer's arm and tried to stop him, but the lean jailer waved the former's hand away in disbelief and smiled back.
"rest assured, it will be all right, but it's just a prisoner of the order, can the emperor really kill us for him?" ...... besides, if you don't say it, i don't say it, who knows..."
"emperor, don't you want to taste anything?"
subsequently, the lean jailer slowly approached the man by the wall, and the big eyes of dou flashed with excitement, and even his breathing slowed down.
yan yi had personally interrogated this jailer and forced out how he had insulted xuan long, but it was one thing to hear and another thing to see.
it was precisely because he knew what would happen next that he was even more frightened and more unacceptable.
yan yi stood up on the ground and blocked in front of xuan long, if his gaze could linger, the jailer in front of him would be cut into thousands of pieces of corpses in an instant.
"don't come here..."
yan iris's eyes widened, and he shook his head slowly, almost beggingly muttering, "don't come here..."
the jailer did not hear him and was still advancing.
yan yi's sanity was crushed by endless heartache, and he raised his hands to strike out the flow of divine power one after another.
"roll !!!"
the transparent stream hit the jailer, but it made the jailer's body shake like a shadow. it is an illusory existence, how can it be crushed by divine power?
the jailer smiled and passed through the body of yan iris...
yan yi saw the jailer rip open xuan long's clothes, and his palm vaguely lingered on xuan long's body.
"no... don't..."
"don't..."
the sleeping man woke up from the approaching strange breath, looked at the jailer with cold green eyes, bent his legs and kicked the jailer out, and spat out a weak but still powerful 'roll' word from his pale lips.
if xuan long didn't want to kill him, he wouldn't give in. he was willing to commit himself to the bird bird, and he could not get rid of the bird bird, and no living being next to him could do it.
before yan yi could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the jailer get up from the ground with a vicious look and kick at xuan long's stomach. at that moment, xuan long covered his stomach in pain and bent down, causing a muffled sound of the chains on his hands.
the jailer kicked him and did not understand the hatred, went out to find a dagger and came back, the jailer grabbed xuan long's hand hanging on the ground, and without saying a word, he pried off the cover of his thumb with the knife.
the blood fell to the ground in bunches, xuan long snorted in pain, he couldn't even shout, he seemed to have other places where it hurt more, and he couldn't get up on the ground with his stomach covered.
he was supposed to be a dragon galloping above a height of ten thousand feet, his life was almost eternal, and there were not many beings in this world who could help him, but at the moment, even a small jailer could stomp him under his feet.
the jailer crouched down in front of xuan long and laughed at him.
"don't look at your current situation, what are you?" lao tzu can look at you that is your blessing, give lao tzu a sleep, it is better than being slept by the emperor, lao tzu can also take some chicken, duck and fish meat for you to eat, what will the emperor give you? "
"he won't give you anything, and he'll kill you."
"...... hmm, then wait until the emperor will completely tire of playing with you, and lao tzu will spoil you again. "
after saying this, the jailer got up and went out, and the cell door was re-locked.
the thin back of the xuanlong lying on the ground rose and fell sharply with his breathing, and he did not speak, nor did he know how many points he had listened to those words.
as long as he lifted his body, he could see the bird bird and realize the existence of the bird bird. the others disappeared, and they could touch each other.
but yan yi suddenly lost the courage to face xuan long.
the reason why that despicable and shameless jailer could be so arrogant was entirely the result of yan yi's connivance, if he had been a little more tolerant of xuan long before, those people would not have dared to do so to xuan long.
besides, all he had done to xuan long was far more excessive than that of the jailer.
at this time, xuan long, the person he didn't want to see the most, should be him...
the bird can't change everything in this nightmare, but it can change itself. he raised his hand and pinched it, and his face and figure instantly became the shape of mistle.
he gently lifted xuan long from the ground and took his upper body half into his arms.
xuan long's body was so soft that it seemed to be cramped, his forehead was weakly resting on yan yi's shoulder, and his eyes were blurred by cold sweat, and he couldn't see people clearly.
the flower girl's chest was not so wide, the swallow bird would not treat him so gently, and mistle was gone. xuan long couldn't think of who was holding him for a moment, he was confused, his head was not awake, and with instinct, he asked weakly.
"mistle... is that you. "
a wave of nasal acid rushed to the door of the brain, yan yi almost couldn't hold back the tears, looked up and inhaled fiercely, his lips fell between xuan long's hair, and hoarsely said: "well, it's me." "
xuan long's towering belly rose and fell irregularly, and he looked like he was about to give up, and he couldn't speak well: "you come... look at me..."
"hmm." yan yi was afraid that he would hear the flaws and did not dare to say too much.
xuan long was very happy to be held by 'mistle', the whole person was much lighter, he quietly leaned on this warm body, and after a while, he said, "mistle... i want to go. "
"with you..."
yan yi choked up and quickly stopped, and the dumb voice returned: "good... i'll take you away. "
a warm wetness fell on xuan long's cheek, and he opened his scattered green eyes: "mistle... how did you cry..."
"don't cry..."
"well, i'll listen to you." the bird tried to make her trembling voice sound normal.
xuan long let out a rough gasp between his throats, and his thin lips squirmed slightly, "i don't like it here... i want to go back, a thousand years of ancient tam..."
"or with you, to find a valley where no one is... build a cottage..."
"you, me, and the children... the three of us, in one place. "
"as long as it's not here... poop can be. "
yan yi tightened the person in his arms a little, and his breathing trembled: "good... all listen to you. "
"wherever you want, go."
xuan long's voice became softer and lighter, and his green eyes were half closed: "mistle, you have been gone for a long time... i'm worried. "
in the past, yan yi always fought against mistle, regarded mistle as a love enemy, and hated xuanlong for protecting mistle everywhere, such a stubborn person, a person who refused to bow his head no matter how much suffering, but repeatedly begged him for mistle, and even did not hesitate to exchange his body for mistle's freedom.
he looked back and realized that in such a situation, mistle was afraid that there was only a small amount of warmth that xuan long could perceive in his heart, and people needed love to live.
although xuan long was lonely and cold, it did not mean that his heart was like a stubborn stone and he had no consciousness. he knew more than anyone about ento, and if others treated him well, he would be 100 percent.
it must be mistletoe who treats him very well, and he will always think of mistletoe.
as the old saying goes, a twisted melon is not sweet. possession is liking, love is letting go.
the former yan iris never believed in these things, and felt that deep love would desperately possess, possess the other party's body, fill the other party's entire heart, and not allow half a grain of sand to be mixed into it.
after all those twists and turns, he believed that.
for example, right now, he was willing to transform into the fox demon he hated the most, to make his apo happy.
as long as his apo was happy.
even if the current xuanlong was only a wisp of soul consciousness, it didn't matter, he felt satisfied when he held it in his arms.
"i knew you were thinking of me, so i came back to see you."
"rejoice."
yan yi said in the most gentle tone of his life.
xuan long's thin lips bent slightly, "rejoice..."
"i haven't... so rejoicing. "he was always in pain.
yan yi smiled and said, "well, then we can go home." "
"well..."