Xie Yun was at a loss for a moment, and made a diagnosis for himself casually: it seemed that a lot of bones were broken, and there was probably something wrong with the internal organs.

He held on to his due hatred, and before he could stand up, an arm stretched out from the shark's gradually melting body, and the pale-faced monk slowly climbed out of the shark's body.

Xie Yun immediately recognized the other party: "Song Minglong?"

Song Minglong's lips continued to flow with black ink, and his body was penetrated. Because of the destruction of the sword, he could not condense his body at all.

Song Minglong coughed twice: "You are much stronger than I imagined, you are the most amazing sword cultivator I have ever seen, and you hardly look like a supporting role. I didn't expect this-face to be our last-face, I hope you don't hate it I, because I... will also be buried with you."

Xie Yun moved his fingers slightly, and Chun Shan responded and returned to his hand: "What do you mean?"

His heart sank slowly, and an extremely ominous premonition swept his mind, and while Song Minglong spoke, his body frantically absorbed the surrounding aura.

The protagonist and the supporting role... Is this person the same as the person you saw outside the Great Dream Hall?

There are indeed so many "Xie Yufei" in this world!

Song Minglong was a little lost. He rummaged through the gradually melting body for a moment, and took out a carefully wrapped book of words.

"Fate Against the Heavens"!

Xie Yun's pupils shrank, and he swung his sword towards Song Minglong's arm!

Song Minglong didn't hide, but blocked the script in front of him. Sword energy and spiritual power instantly smashed the script, and the extremely sticky black ink exploded!

Xie Yun's body was suddenly emptied of spiritual power, and should have hatred and Chunshan slowly sinking to the bottom, his skin and bones continued to drain black writing outwards.

Song Minglong's eyes rolled out black ink, and he said while weeping: "We are all, all the same... No matter how much we struggle, it won't help... We are all fake creatures."

Xie Yun knelt on the sand, he lowered his head and raised his hand, the dark ink flowed out from all directions of his arm, slowly dispersing in the sea water, and the sound of those ink marks could be heard in his ears:

"Xie Yun has such a good character as Huaiyu?"

"It's so annoying, why do you say that Xie Yufei is talented? Is genius amazing?"

"It's crazy. Xie Yun will be reincarnated. If he is the owner's child, he will definitely be worse than Xie Yufei!"

"Does he look down on Xie Yufei? His talent was also given by his parents. If Xie Yufei was the young master since he was a child, he would definitely be stronger than Xie Yun."

"Go to hell, die quickly!"

"It's so annoying, why do you want to write about such a person?"

...

Song Minglong cried and laughed: "There is no death, in fact, there is no life. From the beginning to the end, everything we got is fake. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid that we are this kind of thing."

He raised his dagger and walked slowly towards Xie Yun: "I'll end you right away."

Xie Yun couldn't hear Song Minglong's voice anymore, all his strength was taken away by these ink marks, even breathing felt labored, and there were extremely important things in his soul that kept pulling away.

Bishuizhu lost its effectiveness, Xie Yun held his breath in a blur, and in the distorted line of sight, Song Minglong's figure gradually approached, and when he was still two steps away, Song Minglong was scattered into a black fog.

- stretched out her hands to Xie Yun, - a familiar face came into Xie Yun's sight.

That person, like him, had black ink splattered all over his body. This scene was obviously so strange and chilling, but Xie Yun only noticed that face, with a familiar outline, handsome and affectionate eyebrows.

But who is this?

He heard the man say laboriously, "I like you, Xie Yun."

"I like you."

"—No points will be fake."

Xie Yun remembered, this is the day it should be night, it should be tomorrow.

He reached out to Ying Baiye.

The author has something to say: Don't panic, you won't die, this story is not over yet.

Is this a confession? Well... it can't be considered a formal confession, this "I like you" is relative to "disgusting".

How thick I am today! It's just too late. I saw a cp from a cute girl asking the master yesterday... In fact, it has already taken shape and is lying in my outline.

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Chapter 41

The scraps of paper floated in the sea water, and the words that were full of broken words were washed away by the sea and gradually blurred into ink balls.

Song Minglong was smashed into countless black ink, and the core was hidden behind the ink group of "Fate Against the Heavens".

He stared down and heard the Demon Venerable passing through the black ink, ignoring the truth and falsehood and revealing his heart: "I like you."

Song Minglong was stunned.

He thought for a long time that no one had ever given him such love.

He suddenly gave birth to endless envy.

How good, even if he will die, he will not be deceived by false feelings for a lifetime.

Ying Baiye held Xie Yun, avoiding the water droplets to support a thin film of water around the two of them, and the handwriting escaping from the two of them flowed through Ying Baiye's line of sight, Ying Baiye lowered his eyes, and placed his chin on Xie Yun's shoulder.

He was trembling all over, his arms crossed Xie Yun's waist, and he hugged him tightly. He heard his own voice trembling: "Xie Huaiyu—"

Ying Baiye's rapid heartbeat reached Xie Yun's ears.

Xie Yun's consciousness suddenly became clear, he bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain made him more awake. It was the first time he faced a person's worries so frankly.

That intense, undisguised emotion made Xie Yun sober even more than the pain.

I like you.

Xie Yun was stunned for a while, and suddenly covered his eyes with one hand: "What did you just say?"

Ying Baiye repeated word by word: "Xie Huaiyu, I like you in this world."

Xie Yun was tired but content: "I don't care how they treat me. The love and hate that sentient beings give me is not worth mentioning."

Xie Yun was held in Ying Baiye's arms, and a line of comments about Ying Baiye flashed in front of him. He quietly raised his hand and dismissed the comment: "But I think, you are not one of the sentient beings to me."