if yan yi was afraid of being seen as a joke, he would not have willingly abandoned the position of heavenly emperor and fallen into mortal dust to find xuanlong ten thousand years ago.
the gods of the nine heavens knew that the lord of the celestial realm was an infatuated species, and for xuanlong, he was not even afraid of heavenly condemnation, and his face was something to him.
but no matter how faceless he was, no matter how eager he was, xuan long didn't appreciate it, it was useless.
"am i just a joke in your eyes..."
"yes." xuan long slowly and resolutely withdrew his wrist that had been tightened by yan yi, and entered the door without turning his head.
yan yi couldn't understand why his love had become a joke in xuan long's eyes. they have been in love for each other for a long time since they were young, and they have long become the flesh and blood of each other's hearts, and if they cut off the flesh and blood between their hearts, they will die.
he didn't believe that xuan long would betray him, and it must have been something unforgivable that xuan long had done in exchange for xuan long's cold eyes. he was going to find out the truth of the matter, and then sincerely confess to xuan long, and he would definitely get xuan long's forgiveness.
he must have just spoken angrily to himself...
it must be angry words...
thousands of miles away in the forbidden land, the cracks all over the purple emperor star's flickering light became more and more obscure, and when the light was completely extinguished, it was the day when the emperor star fell.
the divine body of yan iris coexisted with the emperor star, and now the emperor star's qi luck was weak, and it was suppressed by the heavenly fire lone star, and the closer it was to the xuanlong, the greater the impact.
during the day and night, the cracks in the purple emperor star suddenly deepened, and yan yi felt the pain of a thousand arrows piercing his heart, he snorted, covered his heart and bent down, the blood gushing out of his mouth flowed into a fine flow to the white jade stone ground, he knelt down, unable to hold on to faint outside the xuanlong hall.
when he regained consciousness, yan yi was already on the bed of the east pole hall, he was confused, he saw the trailing spirit guarding him by the bedside, his eyes were red and he was saying something, and his voice was far and near and far and could not really be heard.
yan yi tried to reach over, grabbed the sleeve of the spirit god king, and asked angrily, "empress mother, you tell me why apo doesn't want me..."
what did the spirit return to him, yan yi couldn't hear clearly, stubbornly repeatedly asking why, tears across the silver sideburns.
the paint he had dyed in his hair didn't know where xian'e had found it, but after washing it a few times, it faded out of color, and his silver hair was as dull as dry grass.
"it's going to get better..."
"it will be fine..."
the spirit of the trolling clasped yan iris's hand, gently wiped away the tear marks in the corners of yan iris's eyes, and watched as yan iris fell into a coma again, the words seemed to comfort yan iris and comfort herself.
however, everything did not get better.
yan jing could not find a way to repair the emperor star for a long time, and several times without success, the medicinal effect of 'starting from the beginning' was exerted to the extreme, and yan jing woke up after ten days of sleep and became a veritable fool.
the joy and anger of the fool are all on his face, and he laughs when he is happy, and he cries when he is sad, and he misses his lover and runs to see him.
xuan long was afraid that he would get close to him, and the closer he got, the heavier the repercussions he would suffer, and before he could find a way to repair the emperor star, yan yu would probably die early.
the most vicious words that have never been said in his life have almost been said to yan iris once, and when yan iris listened to it, he cried silently, looking at xuan long with black and white eyes, the skin at the end of his eyes was red, and the tears hung in his eyes, and fell down in large pieces.
xuan long coaxed him, he would not cry, but xuan long never coaxed, and when he returned, he slammed the door and shut him out of the door, leaving him with a pestle there.
every time he was led back to the palace by the spirit king, the next day he ran upside down and waited outside the xuanjiang hall.
this morning, when the spirit was not paying attention, he came again.
crouching under the towering god tree outside the temple, his long silver hair and robe dragged on the ground, holding a branch in his hand and drawing circles on the ground boredly, with a brown hand-held food box next to him.
he always came with gifts, each time different, sometimes a bag of maltose, sometimes a string of sugar gourds, a bunch of windmills...
they are all sent by the spirit god king to the mortal world to coax the swallow kites to be happy, a piece of maltose can make the swallow kites drink one more bowl of porridge, and a string of sugar gourds can coax the swallow kites to obediently drink all the medicines that make the bitter tongue tingle.
what yan yi liked, he thought that xuan long would also like it, so he drank the medicine, secretly hid the sugar gourd, and gave it to xuan long like a treasure, but xuan long did not look at it and told him to roll.
everything that could be sent was sent, yan yi didn't know what else could please xuan long, he thought hard before going to bed last night, he wanted to break his head before remembering that xuan long seemed to like to eat fish soup, this morning sneaked to the kitchen, with a vague memory barely made a copy.
originally, when he came, he went directly to knock on the door, xuan long felt that he was noisy, so he stopped knocking on the door, and waited quietly outside, and when the hour passed, xuan long would come out.
as a general, he had to go to the shrine every day.
when xuan long woke up in the morning, ah zhi beside him was still asleep, and he sensed the familiar breath outside, he stopped the action of lifting the quilt, and used the sound transmission technique to summon pi bi to come in, across the luo tent road.
"here he comes again..."
"general, do you want to drive him away?"
"not necessarily... let him go. "
although yan yi is stupid now, but the character is as stubborn as ever, pity bi can't drive away, and when it comes to making trouble, it will be a storm again, and it will be wasted.
if he waits a long time, he will leave on his own.
xuan long used invisibility when he went out, yan yi was now weak in divine strength, xuan long walked in front of him, he couldn't find it, crouched on the ground with a tree branch and painted it randomly, from time to time he looked up at the closed temple door, the look of his eyes, he clearly wanted to knock on the door, but he still endured.
xuanlong slowly bent over, his fingertips touched yan iris's face, the wind blew over, the silver hair was wrapped between xuan long's fingers, yan iris suddenly froze, the branches in his hand fell to the ground, his fingers grabbed the clothes in his heart, and he coughed painfully.
the spirit god jun coaxed yan yu to take the medicine day by day, but the emperor xing was seriously damaged, and even the spirit medicine could not stop his divine body from weakening day by day, once he coughed, he would cough up a lot of blood, his face was visibly pale, for a moment even his eyes were hollow, after coughing and wiping it casually with his white sleeves, the corners of his mouth were bright red, and his body was full of blood stains.
xuan long thought that he would always leave like this, who knew that after he eased up, he knelt up and pinched his sleeve to wipe the blood stains on the white jade brick floor, as if he was completing some important ritual.
a white light flashed in mid-air, and the spirit god king appeared on the side of yan iris, his eyes crossed the direction where xuan long was located, and he bent down to grab yan iris's arm.
"iris, get up and go back with your father."
yan yi looked up with red eyes, "i soiled apo's yard... he's going to hate me even more. "
"no, it won't." with a wave of his sleeve, the ground was spotless. "father has cleaned it for you, he won't know, go ahead, go back to breakfast with father."
"but i want to see him..." yan yu looked in the direction of the temple door and muttered.
xuan long didn't hear it later, and since the spirit god king had come, he didn't have to worry about yan yi waiting there stupidly.
before going out, he specifically told pi bi that when he sent ah zhi to school, he should not go from the main gate, so that he would not meet yan yi.
at sunset on the western mountain, the people squatting silly under the sacred tree unconsciously fell asleep by sitting under the tree holding the food box, and the clothes were still stained with blood and dirty, not at all honorable or decent.
xuan long returned from the shrine and saw this scene.
he seemed a little cold, his bare feet curled up under his robe, his curled toes exposed, twisted between his eyebrows, and visibly uncomfortable.
xuan long didn't expect that yan yi hadn't left yet.
he was hesitating whether to drive him away or go straight into the temple when the man woke up sleepily.
"apo..."
it was too late to leave.
"apo!"
the bird bird got up from under the tree, it seemed to have been sitting for too long, her feet were numb, and when she ran over, she was limping, which was a bit funny.
he picked up the food box in both hands and handed it to xuan long, laughing.
"i made you delicious today, very tasty... it's true! "
in the morning, he only saw yan yi coughing up blood, and at this time, his attention was focused on yan yi's hand, and he found that there were knife wounds with deep visible bones at his finger bones, as well as blood bubbles that were scalded.
the sword eyebrows were furrowed, dumbfounded.
"what is it?"
"it's fish soup, don't you like fish soup the most?" yan yi saw that xuan long was delayed and handed it to him. "apo, you pick me up, you eat fish soup, don't hate me, okay?"
"......"
"apo... isn't it good..."
xuan long raised his hand and reached for yan yi's hand.
yan yi's eyes lit up, and his hands tightened hard, thinking that xuan long was about to pick up, but the next breath, the food box in his hand was whisked to the ground by xuan long.
the food box was broken in half, and the jade cup inside was poured out, and the fish soup was spilled on the ground.
"i hate fish soup the most, and you don't have to waste your efforts."
yan yi stared at the scraps on the ground for a long time, but he didn't expect that today was the same result as in the past, he obviously remembered that xuan long liked to eat fish soup.
"so what do you like..."
xuan long whispered, "like you..."
yan iris's breathing stagnated, and before she could feel surprised, she fell into hell.
"like you don't appear in front of me, when will the emperor understand people's words?" xuanlong bypassed him and walked towards the temple door.
yan yi stopped where he was, and there were beads of water in his eyes: "i can understand..."
when he returned to the east pole hall, the spirit god king was sitting at the dining table waiting for him, and a delicious meal was set up.
"iris, are you back?" hungry for a day, come over for dinner. "
yan yi crossed the dining table and walked towards the inner temple, which looked like a soul out of the box, and the whole person was as pale as paper.
"queen mother, i want to sleep."
when the bird fell to the bed, he closed his eyes, and the spirit god king brought a small bowl of chicken porridge on a tray, as well as the medicine that should be taken today, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"queen mother, apo still hates me. he knocked over the fish soup i made, and i remember that he liked to eat fish soup, maybe he just hated the fish soup i made. yan yi closed his eyes and said softly.
the spirit god king was speechless for a long time, and said, "let's eat something first, and drink the medicine." "
"i don't want to drink medicine, it's too bitter..." yan yi opened her eyes, and tears couldn't help but fall from the corners of her eyes.
"there are also sugar gourds today." the spirit god king unfolded his hand, and a brown sugar gourd appeared in the palm of his hand.
yan yi didn't even look at it, and it seemed that she was really sad.
the spirit god king: "... you promised me that if he still treated you like that today, you would never go to him again. "
therefore, the spirit of the troll will allow the bird to wait there for a day.
"but the thought of never seeing him again makes me feel bad..." yan yi buried her face in the quilt, and her body trembled.
there was nothing he could do with him, and his palm was attached to the back of the bird of luck, "that bird remembers... the next time you go out, don't forget to wear shoes. "
before going to bed, when the spirit god king was treating the wound on yan yi's hand, he heard yan yi whisper.
"queen mother, i like him for 30 days, and if the 30 days go by and he still doesn't like me, then i don't like him anymore."
"well..."
that was also to deceive yan yi himself.
for 30 days, yan yi went to xuan long every day to look for him, and the results were the same. after 30 days, he told himself that he finally liked xuan long for 30 days.
he had many, many 30 days anyway.
but in fact, three years, but just a few fingers.
his obsession with xuanlong was too deep, and the greater the repercussions he suffered, and in three years, he changed from going to see xuanlong every day to going every two or three days.
because his body no longer allowed him to do that, in order to prevent the yuanshen from being over-consumed, the divine body spontaneously fell into a coma, often sleeping for several days.
if this continues, don't talk about a hundred years, i'm afraid he won't be able to last even ten years.
in the afternoon of this day, yan yi woke up from his sleep and went to the divine academy to find xuan long, who was training troops.
when he went out, he forgot to wear shoes, and the thin white blasphemous clothes were covered with a black robe that he touched casually, lining his face as white as snow, and his body was clearly full of death, and when he saw xuan long, the smile in his eyes was vivid like a swimming fish in the water.
"apo, the irises by the purple lake have bloomed... i picked one for you... you have received flowers, today, can you try to like me. yan iris narrowly exposed his right hand behind his back and handed it to xuan long, twisting a blue iris between his fingers.
"...... good. "
clear-eyed people could see that yan iris's time was running out.
if he was destined to die, then before he left, xuan long wanted him to be happy.