Chapter 103

Xiao Mo's words were indeed interrupted, but whether it was because he was too surprised or he hadn't recovered yet, his tongue touched his teeth and his voice dropped, but he managed to finish the remaining few words: "——We can go together."

After forcibly finishing these few words, he and Chu Jinglan fell silent.

"No?" Xiao Mo was interrupted by the tone just now. He felt a blockage in his throat, but he still forced a smile, "Then I can go alone..."

Chu Jinglan used a faster speed than before, as if to save something: "Together, let's go together."

He tightened his hands under his sleeves, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away: "...I'm sorry."

Xiao Mo: “…It’s okay.”

A smile is forced in the first place. After hearing these words, Xiao Mo couldn't smile anymore.

The wind blew across the mountains, and the rising sun warmed the flowers and plants in the yard, but it cast a shadow between the two of them. Xiao Mo's fingers were cold in the sunlight, and he felt as if his throat was blocked by something inexplicable, not too uncomfortable, but like a lump in his throat.

After the reunion, he actually revealed a lot of things, but when doubts piled up page by page and piled up into a tower, could he still easily reveal them and turn a blind eye?

Xiao Mo wanted to see something from Chu Jinglan's eyes, but Chu Jinglan looked away first and avoided him.

The gaze that was deliberately extended could not land on anything; if one step is taken into empty space, the heart will also be empty. When passing by each other, Xiao Mo only heard a low repetition in his ear.

"Feel sorry."

Xiao Mo turned around abruptly and saw only a closed door.

A conversation ended in an unexpected way. It was not an unpleasant end with cups slamming and doors banging. The atmosphere was stagnant after the word "no". It was neither up nor down, and it would have been better if it had been a quarrel when we were young and everything was said out loud on the spot.

Xiao Mo was distracted in his room and felt a pain on his hand. The carving knife he was using failed to land on the black ice stone and cut his finger.

Bright red blood gushed out quickly and splashed onto the silver-blue stone. Xiao Mo used the cleaning technique to wipe off the blood to ensure the cleanliness of the stone.

If your mind is not calm, the knife will not be able to fall.

The carving knife was infused with spiritual power when used, and the small cut on the hand bleeds for a while before it stops. The body of a Yuanying period recovers from wounds very quickly, and this minor wound disappears in a short while.

But are there some things that don’t exist if we can’t see them?

Three hundred years. Has Chu Jinglan encountered any major changes during these three hundred years?

Earlier, outside the Du'e Sect, Chu Jinglan came after him with a menacing attitude just because he had left the mountain. At that time, he was surprised and secretly happy, thinking that his weight in Chu Jinglan's heart was more important than he had imagined, but Chu Jinglan was unaware of this.

Is it really so?

If he was just a little anxious to find someone, why would he be unable to control his pressure, causing Yan Chun and the other two to break out in cold sweats? And just now, he blurted out "No". Chu Jinglan was stunned, but not surprised. He was not surprised that he would say such a thing.

This is wrong. It is absolutely wrong.

Xiao Mo slammed the carving knife on the table, stood up abruptly, pushed open the door, and walked quickly into the yard.

Chu Jinglan's room was silent, and there was no sign of him gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate. As long as he was awake, with his cultivation level at the Guixu stage, he would definitely know every move of Xiao Mo at this moment.

Xiao Mo stared at his door panel for a while, then turned around and walked out of the yard step by step.

All the way to the courtyard gate, there was no movement in Chu Jinglan's house.

Xiao Mo clenched his hands into fists: This means he is not holding back on himself.

Okay.

Xiao Mo pointed his toes and flew up. He no longer walked, but flew out of the courtyard on the wind and headed towards another mountain.

Xiao Mo passed through the flowing clouds and flying birds in the mountains, with a clear goal: the dungeon where Fen Xiu was imprisoned.

Chu Jinglan closed the prison door last night. Even though Xiao Mo was still curious, he could put Fen Xiu on hold because of Chu Jinglan's actions. But after what happened today, he didn't want to wait any longer.

He had looked for Chu Jinglan, but Chu Jinglan was unwilling to give an answer, so he could only ask other people.

There were no new restrictions on the prison door. Xiao Mo slapped the door open, causing dust to fall. The sunlight poured in from outside, causing Fen Xiu to squint.

The blood on his chest had dried up, and his throat, which had been blocked by the anger last night, was fine again. Fen Xiu chuckled and said, "I knew you would come again...but he actually let you come?"

Xiao Mo didn't want to waste time talking to him. There was no good intention in Fen Xiu's smile, and he didn't feel like looking at it any more: "You said he wanted to ask you for the answer to a question. What question, what answer?"

"After the Nine Secret Pagoda, I sent many people to kill him. Humans and demons have been fighting for two hundred years. I really think he values ​​morality the most. But after capturing me, he only asked one thing -"

The ghostly and sinister one spoke: "Ask me if I killed his Taoist partner."

Xiao Mo's eyes suddenly widened.

"You said he used the couple as a shield? You don't like him? Hahaha, he was lying to you, lying to you!"

Fen Xiu laughed loudly. Xiao Mo's heart was beating wildly at his laughter. He had a bad feeling, but he said in a voice that was cold to the bone: "Nonsense."

He had a well-reasoned argument and seemed to be quite calm, able to give a thorough analysis: "Although he was just a shield and there was no relationship between them, that person was good friends with Chu Jinglan, so naturally he would——"

"That's his obsession!" Fen Xiu raised his hoarse voice. Although he was kneeling, he pressed Xiao Mo step by step with a voice that penetrated the years, not giving him any time to breathe, and his voice hit his ears heavily one after another.

"He was asking about lovers, and he kept talking about true love, not friends or shields!"

Fen Xiu wanted Xiao Mo to see the truth: "His beloved died in an unclear manner, and he was stubborn and wanted an answer, but if he had no enemies to hate, who could he blame?"

Fen Xiu laughed so hard that he almost choked: "He can only blame himself."

"Boom——"

Rumbling thunder sounded in the cloudless sky, and Xiao Mo felt dizzy and was forced to take two steps back in panic. Fen Xiu's voice seemed to be separated by water and mist, and began to become distant and dull, but it just tore open his ears and poured into him word by word, leaving Xiao Mo no chance to escape.

"I remember the sword wounds Chu Jinglan inflicted on me, and I remember him saying that she was the lover he had cherished since he was young."

From a young age, young?

Two hundred years old is not considered young, and one hundred years old is not considered young either. It can only be before Xiao Mo left, when he thought they were still friends.

Did Chu Jinglan start liking him from then on?

Xiao Mo felt like he was hit on the head with a heavy blow, which made him retreat again and again. He gritted his teeth and struggled, refusing to admit it immediately: "You want to sow discord, so you can say whatever you want..."

Fen Xiu tilted his head, his eyes showing genuine indifference: "I am, I still hope you can break up with him and let me go, so what? Even if the result cannot be achieved, I don't want Chu Jinglan to be happy. You can ask him what I said, and let him swear to the heavens to ask if what I said is a lie."

Xiao Mo heard Fen Xiu's laughter filled with endless malice. He slammed the door with his spiritual energy, stumbled down the mountain, and fled away from this place.

He hoped that Chu Jinglan liked him, but he didn't hope that Chu Jinglan fell in love with him three hundred years ago.

If he had already fallen in love at that time, how did he get through the past three hundred years?

Although he left a letter, there was no return date and no one knew where he was. If Chu Jinglan only regarded him as a friend who came and went like the wind in the world, he could have believed the content of the message, and when they met again, they could have raised a toast to each other and regarded it as a good story between old friends.

But if it is a lover, it is different, because he is the only one. Xiao Mo is also a lonely floating duckweed, longing for a place to settle down, so he understands very well that lover means home.

Home is a small place, but it is also the most important place. Friends do not belong to you alone and can come and go freely, but home is the light that accompanies you day and night, and it is the home that people who walk alone finally find.

Especially for people like him and Chu Jinglan, it is something that is absolutely worth protecting at all costs.

But the light next to Chu Jinglan suddenly went out.

The man who had the light was thrown back into darkness. He looked around, and even if he ran madly, he would eventually find that he was just standing still because he could not find anything.

In the end, he still had nothing and kept no one.

Xiao Mo staggered and hurriedly raised his hand to hold onto a tree to avoid falling.

He understood Chu Jinglan's character, but he didn't really see through his heart.

He didn't know that Chu Jinglan had already built the house and put the two of them in. He didn't know...

If Chu Jinglan had really fallen in love with him a long time ago, then after three hundred years, how broken would she be?

Not to mention that he deleted and revised the content of the letter many times, thinking himself righteous. Whether there was such a letter or not, he was the one who pushed Chu Jinglan into the abyss.

Xiao Mo felt heartbroken.

He took that person to heart, but he was the one who hurt him the most.

Xiao Mo didn't know how he got back to the small courtyard on Du'e Peak. After passing through the nine-curve corridor, Chu Jinglan was standing in the middle of the courtyard.

Chu Jinglan's eyes quietly scanned his face: "Go and ask."

It is an affirmative sentence.

"Wouldn't it be nice to wait until the reunification ceremony is over, ten years or even a hundred years later, to hear the answer then?"

Chu Jinglan's voice was very soft, and every word Xiao Mo said felt like he was stepping on the tip of a knife: "So it's true..."

"Yes." Chu Jinglan said calmly, "I have loved you since I was young, for three hundred years."

"It's true."

The last bit of luck was gone, and the iron hammer hanging on Xiao Mo's heart finally fell down hard.

Chu Jinglan walked closer step by step, his voice very gentle, in the tone of sipping tea and chatting: "I also know that it was not him who killed you, so the one who destroyed your inner demon identity was me."

Xiao Mo was flustered: "No, listen to me——"

"Heaven has found me, Xiao Mo." Chu Jinglan interrupted Xiao Mo again, but this time, Xiao Mo couldn't utter a word to interrupt him.

"I got back my past memories, like looking at a painting. The timing was so unfortunate that my consciousness could no longer settle down. I knew your identity and that you were not dead at that time."

"But you left me."

Moreover, Chu Jinglan didn't know whether Xiao Mo would come back or not. Xiao Mo also understood this unspoken sentence.

Xiao Mo trembled his lips and tried to open his eyes wide to look at Chu Jinglan.

"I know you are right, but three hundred years, three hundred years, Xiao Mo," Chu Jinglan stood in front of Xiao Mo, "Come to me and then let me lose you."

His voice emerged from under the thick ice, so soft that it seemed as if he was talking about someone else, but it pierced Xiao Mo's heart:

"I'm in so much pain."

Chu Jinglan raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of Xiao Mo's eyes. His fingers were slightly cold and they were wet when they touched. Xiao Mo shuddered, and only then did he see his own appearance in Chu Jinglan's eyes which were so close to him.

Without a sound or a trace, Xiao Mo's face was already covered with tears.

It shouldn't be like this. Not long ago, he thought about when to express his feelings. He was nervous but always sweet. He thought about the most beautiful scene and the grand joy, but he never thought that even though they were obviously in love, he only saw a bleeding heart.

He was the one who hurt him.

So Xiao Mo also shed tears and bleed. The words of love were like a red thread and a double-edged sword, piercing them both.

Chu Jinglan brushed past the corner of his eye and was about to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed by Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo took a deep breath and trembled as he said, "Chu Jinglan..."

"I am not the Chu Jinglan of three hundred years ago. I am not that good now."

Xiao Mo shook his head desperately.

Chu Jinglan was slightly taller than Xiao Mo. The sunlight was right behind him, casting a shadow that enveloped Xiao Mo. Chu Jinglan's eyes became increasingly dim: "Let go."

"No." Xiao Mo not only didn't let go, but held his hand even tighter.

"Chu Jinglan, listen to me, I like you too. I know it's not the right time to say it, but I have to let you know."

He was afraid that if he didn't say it, it would be too late.

Chu Jinglan's face darkened, and he grabbed Xiao Mo's wrist with his backhand, pushed him back against the pillar of the corridor, and said coldly: "Xiao Mo, I don't want sympathy and pity. I don't want you to give me the so-called love because of guilt."

With his eyes full of tears, Xiao Mo tried desperately to catch Chu Jinglan's figure: "I won't fall in love with someone because of guilt, Chu Jinglan, I really love you, please believe me, okay?"

There was ice in Chu Jinglan's eyes. The undercurrents that he had suppressed could no longer be controlled and began to surge. Chu Jinglan's eyes were clearly filled with anger, and he suddenly raised his hands and grabbed Xiao Mo's neck.

"You know what I want to do?"

The neck is a person's lifeline, the lively pulse beats in his hands. Xiao Mo's life and person are in his hands, and at this moment, they are controlled by him.

The beast in his heart began to roar wildly. Chu Jinglan pinched Xiao Mo's vitals, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, like a knife born from the darkness, which wanted to smash himself and Xiao Mo together.

Imprison him, bite him, eat him! He is yours, in your hands!

"I want to lock you up. I want to chain you up, so that no one else can see you."

Chu Jinglan approached with absolute pressure, their hot breaths entangled with each other, but his words were cold and crazy: "Break your wings, break your bones, and make sure you can't go anywhere except in my arms!"

"I will give you an indestructible prison, the deepest pain, you will suffer with me, go to hell with me, and never escape from me in your lifetime."

As Chu Jinglan said these words, his pair of pitch-black pupils were fixed on Xiao Mo. Xiao Mo's smoky-colored clothes also dyed his eyes with a gorgeous color, which was eerie and deep and shocking.

"How dare you say you like me?"

Chu Jinglan pinched Xiao Mo's neck, feeling the warm human pulse, but he felt cold all over. The light of the world could no longer shine into his heart, and he buried himself in the darkness.

Xiao Mo became his obsession. When the light returned, he reached out his hand but could no longer touch it.

Because he was still in the grave, he could only watch Xiao Mo appear, but he could not lift his rotten hands.

So he wanted to hide, but he didn't want to hide; he was afraid on one hand, and watched indifferently on the other; he tried to cover up on one hand, and wanted to reveal his true face on the other.

He would subconsciously close the door when Xiao Mo arrived at the dungeon, but would not add any restrictions to the door.

He was a man waiting to be tortured, and now, the knife was finally about to fall.

This is good. He can't find the Chu Jinglan that Xiao Mo is familiar with. He is waiting for Xiao Mo to strike and kill him completely.

No one would like him like this. Even if Xiao Mo expressed his happiness, he only liked the Chu Jinglan of three hundred years ago. He would definitely be afraid of or even hate himself now.

But Xiao Mo slowly raised his still movable hand and touched Chu Jinglan's face.

"I dare, Chu Jinglan, I dare."

Chu Jinglan's expression of waiting for death was shattered. He could hardly believe what he heard and turned his eyes with difficulty to search for Xiao Mo's expression.

...what?

"So don't cry, Chu Jinglan."

Cry? Me?

It was clearly Xiao Mo who was crying. His eyes were clearly dry and sad. Who said he was crying?

Xiao Mo raised his neck in Chu Jinglan's hand and took the initiative to move forward, shortening the already dangerous distance. His tears fell on Chu Jinglan's hand, burning Chu Jinglan so much that he felt unbearable pain. He heard Xiao Mo sobbing: "Didn't you realize that you didn't even choke me?"

Chu Jinglan's pupils shrank and he withdrew his hand in horror, but there was not even a single fingerprint left on Xiao Mo's white neck.

The vital pulse could be severed with just one pinch, but he simply didn't have the ability to do it hard enough.

The shaking of that snow-white neck made Chu Jinglan's eyes hurt. He trembled all over and clenched his hands tightly. He had not been able to leave any marks on Xiao Mo's neck for a long time, but now his nails dug deeply into his palms and blood flowed out immediately.

He really didn't shed any tears, because they had dried up long ago and the only thing left was blood.

Chu pulled away in shock, turned around and tried to escape. He had always done this in the past. As long as he went to an absolutely quiet place, practiced his Qi and meditated for a while, he would be able to get a moment of peace.

Because he is an immortal who is above ten thousand people, with unrivaled cultivation, he can do it, even if it is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. He has been like this for three hundred years, and it should be like this from now on.

But this time, Chu Jinglan was unable to escape back into the shadows alone.

Because there was a warm body behind me, pushing me up heavily.

Xiao Mo desperately grabbed Chu Jinglan and hugged him.

An immortal and a primordial infant, at this moment, seemed to have forgotten how to use their spiritual power and martial arts, and they were knocked to the ground and sat down in the courtyard surrounded by flowers.

The entanglement was painful, it hurt everywhere, but Xiao Mo would not let go, and he would never let go again.

Chu Jinglan pressed down Xiao Mo's hands that were tightly around his waist, trying to make him let go, but this time, not only could he not utter a word, the strength of his hands was also out of his control. He clearly wanted to pry Xiao Mo's hands apart, but ended up with their fingers entangled and trembling, but they were so tightly tied that they could not be separated.

Xiao Mo's tears wet Chu Jinglan's back, and he hugged him with all his strength.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, Chu Jinglan. I'll take you out of hell. If you can't get out of it in this lifetime, I'll go to hell with you."

After three hundred years, the mental illness had become a chronic disease. The opened knife stabbed into the two men, leaving them covered with scales, but Xiao Mo stuck to the blade and never took a single step back.

He couldn't retreat, because Chu Jinglan was already at the bottom of the abyss.

He found out too late.

When I was young and in love, looking back, three hundred years have passed.

He had heard about Chu Jinglan's life from books and other people's mouths, and he had also witnessed Chu Jinglan's life with his own eyes. He liked the young man who had walked hand in hand with him throughout his life, but what he was looking at was definitely not just the young man from the past.

He liked Chu Jinglan, and Chu Jinglan was here, existing in the present.

He wanted to bring Chu Jinglan out of the wind and snow.

It is said that heart disease has no cure, so he can only make the medicine himself. If it cannot be cured, he and Chu Jinglan will be torn to pieces together. No matter what, he will not be left alone.

"I came back because you were here and I wanted to be with you."

Tears tore through Xiao Mo's voice, which became hoarse and harsh: "You in the past and you now are all Chu Jinglan. I will go wherever Chu Jinglan is. I won't leave, I really won't leave."

Xiao Mo felt Chu Jinglan's trembling hand in front of him suddenly stop, and he let go of him and broke away from his arms.

Xiao Mo was shocked to find himself with nothing in his arms, thinking that Chu Jinglan was still going to leave. He reached out his hand, but Chu Jinglan turned around and hugged him.

Xiao Mo opened his empty hands, widened his eyes in Chu Jinglan's embrace, and then pressed himself into Chu Jinglan's arms even harder. Both of them were so ruthless that not only their fingertips turned white, but one could even hear the sound of bones.

Rub the bones, quench the blood, and crush each other in the arms.

Use the pain to tell yourself that this is not a dream.

Xiao Mo's sobs could no longer be suppressed, and they wantonly broke the three hundred years of loneliness on Du'e Peak and broke the three hundred years of stagnation in time.

Chu Jinglan's eyes were bloodshot, dry and painful, and he couldn't shed tears, but he did cry with Xiao Mo.

The tears of the two people fell on his grave, and the dark and thick soil moved. The rotten ghost underneath raised its head woodenly and looked towards the eternal darkness above its head.

It was clearly an abyss where not even light could penetrate, but something was trying desperately to break through the long-sealed place and come before his eyes.

A graceful figure reached out and embraced him gently but irresistibly.

After three hundred years, he smelled the familiar scent of flowers again.

He waited for Xiao Mo to push him away and run away, but Xiao Mo responded with a hug.

——Your final resting place is not a desolate cemetery, but my heart.