Morbid pet

Changle said calmly: "Pick up your sword."

With a precise parabola, Xiao Yan got the silver sword and held it in his hand. But now he felt that the weapon was extremely hot in his hand.He asked doubtfully: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Chang Le sneered: "If you dare, come and chop my neck, and then take my head back to Xie Zhao."

Although Xiao Yan was ruthless, he had never done anything like destroying human corpses, so he couldn't help being scared back two steps by the woman in front of him.

Xiao Yan took two steps back: "What are you going to do?" He was wary of everyone, including himself.

Changle took two steps forward and stood in front of him. She said coldly: "Don't you like killing people? Then kill yourself. You killed a total of 57 people in Hanshan Temple. You have to chop yourself 57 times. I will help you solve this nightmare, otherwise you will have to spend the rest of your life in this cramped nightmare and gradually go crazy. You will experience the things you are most afraid of in your life over and over again, and then you will never wake up. Trust me, Xiao Yan, this is more uncomfortable than death. I know your relationship with Master Xia. What a coincidence. I have also received guidance from him. Although it is useless to me, the Master Xia I know is a righteous light. Not a dirty person like you. Xie Zhao said you will change, but I don't believe you will change, but I want you to pay the price. This nightmare is the first punishment I give you, then continue , pick up the sword in your hand, aren't you a good swordsman? Come on, stab your body 57 times, you can die with the last stab, but if you die before that, I'm sorry, I will continue to let you The nightmare restarts until you actually cut yourself 57 knives at once."

Changle had the most gentle face and said the most cruel things.

Xiao Yan suddenly chuckled: "Are you threatening me?"

Changle raised his eyebrows and took two steps back. He slightly raised his left forearm and made a gesture of invitation. "Try it." After saying that, he stood back in the darkness.

An Ying grabbed Chang Le's arm and let go quickly, "Chang Le, can you? This scene is too bloody. I'll send you away. I'll just keep an eye on him."

Chang Le gritted his teeth and shook his head, "This is the punishment I brought to him, of course I should finish appreciating it, I want to see what kind of sword technique this first sword of Ming Dynasty is."

Xiao Yan has a bad temper, but now he can't say a word. This is the first time he is threatened by a woman. He can obviously defeat her, but he also knows that he is in a dream, not the real world. The force he believed in before was just a shadow.

Chang Le said suddenly, "Xiao Yan, don't be a coward. Since Xie Zhao wants to use you, I won't really hurt you, but the pain on your body will be the same as if you were stabbed in reality. Here The damage cannot be taken away, but you will die. If you die, the nightmare will restart. You will kill yourself and your master countless times. If the nightmare continues to expand, you will kill your brother with your own hands. Even though they didn’t die because of you, your father died because of you. Do you still remember?"

Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly said: "I can just chop myself 57 times, right?"

Chang Le nodded slightly and retreated into the darkness.

Xiao Yan's side is also dark, but his skin is white and it becomes a reflector.

He picked up the sword blade stained with fragments of internal organs, and with a sudden sudden change of heart, he struck a sword into his left hand.

The sharp pain forced him to cry out, and then warm blood began to spread from his arm. Another stabbing, and he still gasped for air, another stabbing, and another stabbing.
Until it reached 36 cuts.

There was no good spot left on his body, his hands and limbs were covered in bruises and blood stains.

Chang Le reminded from the side: "You can't die, there are still 21 cuts. At this speed, you will be drained of blood before you finish cutting yourself. If you don't want to experience the pleasure of killing a few more times, just hurry up." "

The corpses of the master and the young man were still lying at his feet. He paused and moved his lips slightly, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Then another twenty knives.

He stabbed himself in the waist.

Finally came the final cut.

Even An Ying didn't dare to look at this scene.

There was not a single piece of good flesh on Xiao Yan's body, and even his face was bruised and bruised. His skin was already sickly pale, and so was his body. His head hurt like a broken head, and his breathing became lighter and lighter.

Chang Le said suddenly: "Okay, let's stab your neck with the last knife, just like your favorite killing swordsmanship, be sharp."

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly, and then used force to open a hole in his neck.

The nightmare began to fade.
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Changle and An Ying returned to reality.

Xiao Yan should take some time off.

The farewell ceremony had already ended outside.

Xie Zhao went around looking for people from Changle, because when he was on the stage, he clearly saw Changle appearing in the team, but now he has disappeared. He came to the platform to report and saw no one.

Where did people go?
Where can Changle go?

There are also missing people.

——Xie Chengen!

The cold palace where Song Yue lived was only separated by a wall.

Chang Le pushed out the door wearing a black hood, and An Ying continued to guard Xiao Yan until he woke up.I've already taken the medicine, so I'll be able to wake up soon.

She was about to return to the platform, creating the illusion that she hadn't gone out.

Xie Zhao met Chang Le on the official road.

Chang Le lowered his head, obviously trying to avoid him, but Xie Zhao had such vicious eyes that he immediately saw Chang Le.

He said: "Are you avoiding me?"

Changle was forced to take off his hat, lowered his eyebrows and said, "No, I'm not avoiding you."

Xie Zhao looked at her, then looked at the empty space behind her. There was still this road, which could only lead to the cold palace at the end.

No one has set foot there for a long time.

Xie Zhao can actually find out just by asking.

His eyes were everywhere in the palace, but he wanted to gouge out his own eyes.

Some things, maybe not knowing is a good thing.

Chang Le shook his head, but a figure chased after him, shouting: "Chang Le!" He didn't seem to see clearly that the person in front of Chang Le was Xie Zhao.

Just ran over.

An Ying gasped and said: "Chang Le! Xiao Yan is awake."

Xie Zhao frowned: "Xiao Yan?"

Changle bit his lip and said nothing.

An Ying: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, Xiao Yan fainted under the ceremony today. We saw him and sent him here to rest. Because it was inconvenient to go to the platform, we sent him here, which is closest to the ceremony platform. place. You won’t be angry, will you?”

Xie Zhao only found it funny. He chuckled and said, "An Ying, do you think I am a pig?"

An Ying immediately denied it and said, "That's not what I meant. Let's go see Xiao Yan. He seems to be a little mentally disturbed."

Chang Le raised his eyebrows, completely interested. "Okay, Your Majesty, let's go together."

Xie Zhao only felt ironic when he heard that "Your Majesty", but there was an unmoving smile on his face. "Um."

Then he turned around and left, Changle walking behind him with a deep look in his eyes.

It was quiet in the cold palace, with only Chang Le, Xiao Yan and An Ying left.

Xiao Yan felt a sharp pain in his heart when he saw Chang Le and An Ying smiling at each other.

"Changle. I'm sorry." He ignored everything and only remembered what he once said. He liked Changle, but now, he was unwilling to admit it, or even admit that he liked Changle. , but he knew that he was so wrong, so wrong!

How could he like Changle?

After coming out of the nightmare, all the tiny expressions and sounds of Changle had been lingering in his subconscious. It was only now that he determined that his heartbeat came from Changle.

This feeling is really strange.

He could understand every word Chang Le said.

But he was unwilling to admit it, because it felt like he had sold himself to a devil, but the devil was clearly himself.

He was afraid, he was afraid that once he gave in, he would never be able to get up again.

He was afraid that he would live in a nightmare for the rest of his life.

He was afraid that he would become a madman.

Chang Le sighed, walked over slowly, squatted in front of Xiao Yan, "Xiao Yan."

"let's talk."

Xiao Yan closed his eyes, his chest rose and fell rapidly.

Changle reached out and stroked his head and said, "Let's talk."

He opened his eyes, which were filled with red threads. "Changle, you don't have to worry about me. I don't blame you, and I don't hate you. Don't worry. Leave me alone and go back quickly."

Changle lowered his eyes and said, "Do you really not resent me?"

Xiao Yan was stunned.

He doesn't blame, he only blames himself.

He doesn't blame his master, his alcoholic father and irresponsible mother, and he doesn't blame anyone. He only blames himself.

Changle said calmly: "Do you really not blame me?"

"I"

Before he finished speaking, his vision suddenly turned black and he fainted again.

An Ying helped him up and let him lie down.

Xie Zhao's cool voice came from above his head, "Who can help me explain my doubts? What is going on?"

Changle said in a sullen voice: "It's nothing. It depends on how you understand it."

Xie Zhao:? ? ?
An Ying tugged on Chang Le's sleeve to tell her not to speak so impulsively, but Chang Le just wanted to be impulsive.Xie Zhao could save the murderer's life, couldn't she use some tricks to control him for a while?At least Xiao Yan should have a heart of admiration and not just run around randomly based on his own bravery.

Chang Le pulled Xie Zhao out, and the two stood in the courtyard of Leng Palace.

Coincidentally.

Opposite is Songyue.

At this moment, Songyue had already heard the commotion and was sitting in the yard separated by a wall from them, embroidering.

Is it a good show? She wants to see it.

But she didn't know the specifics. She didn't even know that a murderer had appeared in Ming Dynasty. She thought it was Changle Hongxing who went out of her way to hide a man in the cold palace, but was caught by Xie Zhao.

Songyue was still thinking of ways to get An Ying to come to her. After the last separation, she had been together for half a month, but there was no news about An Ying anymore. This made her feel like a knife, and every day was like a hot pot. Like ants, anxious and anxious.

Xie Zhao stood under a sycamore tree, looked at Chang Le with a smile, and said, "Chu Chu, you won't betray me, right?"

Changle frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Do you think I have an affair with him?"

Of course he was referring to Xiao Yan.

Xie Zhao pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and said suddenly, "I didn't mean that either. What's going on inside? What are those strange things that Xiao Yan said?"

Chang Le sighed and sat silently on the stone bench under the sycamore tree. Her demeanor was casual and she rarely acted so casually, but Xie Zhao's heart was beating like a thunder drum.

Changle said leisurely: "I used a kind of ecstasy incense, which is an improved version of the spice Gongsun Yu gave me before. It can quickly make people enter the endless cycle of nightmares. Everyone's hell is different,"

She narrowed her eyes and continued: "Xiao Yan's hell is killing people, killing those around him, including himself. I will let his nightmares repeat endlessly, and he will kill the people he loves most in his dreams countless times. It was himself. In the end, he cut himself 57 times before he was freed from the dream. He had just woken up. This was the first time I added such a large dose of ecstasy spice. Logically speaking, he should have gone crazy when he woke up, but he didn't. Crazy, as if he has some kind of guilt for me, I can't figure it out. Regardless of guilt, his master is dead and no one can restrain him anymore. I hope this dream can be used as a punishment and often linger in my mind. In his heart."

Xie Zhao nodded and did not question Changle's extreme approach, but asked: "Why does it have to be 57 dollars?"

Changle turned his head and smiled slightly: "In addition to the little maid who rescued me, a total of 57 people died in Hanshan Temple. By the way, did Miss Jiang return home safely?"

Xie Zhao: "Well, she got home safely a few days ago. She's okay. I didn't do anything to her. Apart from being a little frightened, she's in good health."

The breeze was floating, and the garden should have been filled with the fragrance of flowers, but it was just a light, cold fragrance.
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An Ying hurriedly went into the room and brought the medicine box. Changle sat by the bed and instructed the palace maid to change his clothes, then gave him medicine, and waited until dawn before falling asleep.

An Ying also stayed up all night and was so sleepy that she lay down on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

Chang Le had been sitting all night and her knees were sore, but she endured the pain and sat up, carefully checking Xiao Yan's pulse.

Such a weak pulse can never be wrong.

Xiao Yan's health has been in bad shape ever since he came out of her nightmare fantasy. He will probably not be able to bear it anymore. Whenever he has thoughts of killing, he will have that nightmare again and again, remembering the desperate situation where he was cut 57 times by himself. .

This is indeed the best plan for revenge.

But subconsciously, he fell hopelessly in love with the person who hurt her.

——Changle.

Xiao Yan woke up, his eyes were sober but with a hint of nostalgia, he knew that he would always remember that woman in his life who asked him to cut his body repeatedly and approached him in the nightmare, with darkness all over his body.His fingers trembled slightly, then he leaned closer to Chang Le, kissed her forehead in the air, and then reluctantly left.

He got up and put on his shoes and socks, then went out and locked the door.

He walked a few steps, stopped, turned around and looked at the closed door.

He knew that he would leave completely from now on. He would have to bear the credit for going to Northern Xinjiang. If he couldn't do it, he would just die in Northern Xinjiang.

"Xiao Yan." Chang Le said coldly: "If there is a next life, never meet me again." She didn't know how nostalgic Xiao Yan looked at her when he woke up, but she instinctively looked at her. He is full of feelings of rejection.

If he knew the things he did and his dirty thoughts, Chang Le probably wouldn't sleep well.

His voice was very low, as if he was whispering. "Well, I won't let you meet me again."

Then, he turned around and walked out before dawn without looking back.