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date="2021-11-14"

title="Chapter Fourteen"

weight="147281"

series = ["Carven Jade"]

mode = "manual"

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After receiving Fu Changling's words, Qin Yan didn't ask the other party's identity, but said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Fu Changling nodded, "Don't worry, he is a good person."

Qin Yan frowned when he heard this. He seemed to want to ask something, but in the end he withdrew all the words.

The two returned to Wu Mansion all the way, and no one spoke.

Fu Changling kept thinking about the appearance of the person just now, the pair of eyes.

It's really too much like Yan Ming, who he dreamed of dreaming when he was a boy.

He knew that Yan Ming was in the secret realm, but he didn't expect too much. After all, after a new life, some things might change because of his rebirth. Unexpectedly, Yan Ming was really still there, and he would really meet Yan Ming.

Meeting Yan Ming again made him a little emotionally confused. After he returned to Wu Mansion, he greeted Qin Yan, turned off the lights and went to bed early. Fall asleep separately.

But he didn't fall asleep. Listening to Qin Yan's breathing, he took out the jade pendant in the middle of the night and rubbed the name on it.

Looking at that name, he thought of the wind and snow in his youth and the person in the wind and snow.

When Yan Ming was a teenager, he was the first person to be nice to him without asking for anything.

Fu Changling couldn't help but smile when he thought of that time.

He remembered that he had just been betrayed by his stepmother at that time, fell into the Xuanji Secret Realm, went blind again, and was rescued by Yan Ming in the most difficult time.

When he was first rescued by Yan Ming, he was actually very scared. He didn't know how long Yan Ming would protect him. He knew from Yan Ming that this was the Xuanji Secret Realm. Although he has never been to Xuanji Secret Realm, he has also heard of the risk of passing the secret realm. Yan Ming was willing to save him, he was very grateful, if Yan Ming left him, he would not be surprised.

It is one thing to understand that people are always worried about a desperate future.

So in those days, he tried his best to please Yan Ming, and he worked hard to help everything he could.

But at the time he was really too wasteful.

He could not speak to make Yan Ming happy, and his magic power was very low.

He couldn't help anymore, so he kept thinking that Yan Ming would definitely leave him, just leave his time, is it one day, two days, or three days.

Because of this, he was always tossing and turning in the night.

One night, Yan Ming suddenly asked him: "Why don't you sleep?"

Fu Changling was hesitating to tell him, he felt Yan Ming turned sideways, he took his hand, put it on his chest, and asked him calmly, "If you are worried about anything, you can write it here and tell me."

He held his hand, Fu Changling could feel the cocoon on his hand due to long-term sword practice and the temperature of his hand like frost and snow.

Fu Changling trembled slightly, and then he heard Yan Ming say gently: "Don't be afraid, just tell me."

He didn't move. After a long time, he was finally on Yan Ming's chest, telling him one stroke at a time: "You will leave me behind."

After writing, he added three more words, seeming to have written his ending: "I will die."

Yan Ming didn't speak. After a long time, Yan Ming said calmly: "I said I would protect you out, so I won't abandon you. If you are upset about this, you don't have to."

"I am useless."

Fu Changling wrote on his chest again: "I can't help you."

"It's ok."

Yan Mingping said peacefully: "You don't have to help me, you just need to be yourself."

"I save you, it's the moral in my heart, no need for you to do anything."

This was something Fu Changling had never heard in his life.

He was raised in Yunze's top immortal Fu family. He was the eldest son of the Fu family, but he was an illegitimate child.

He has no mother. In order to survive and live decently, he can only carefully please everyone around him. His father, his stepmother, and even his younger siblings and uncles...

He was used to laughing all year round because of to please. That was the first time someone told him-you only need to be yourself.

When this sentence came out, he was a bit sore in his eyes and felt embarrassed. He lowered his head, his hand was still on the person's chest, and his throat hurt even more. He wanted to say something to relieve the atmosphere, but found that he didn't say anything. come out.

At this extremely embarrassing moment, Yan Ming raised his hand on his shoulder and said in an ordinary tone: "Go to sleep, I am here."

At about that moment, the youth love story began to take shape and took root.

That night, he didn't sleep, he just waited until Yan Ming was asleep, he tremblingly stretched out his hand, and carefully touched Yan Ming's face.

He touched the corners of his eyes, his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his lips, his jaw.

He described this person from his fingertips, he wanted to know what this person looked like, and that one day in the future, if they meet again, he can recognize at a glance that this person is Yan Ming.

From then on, he began to inquire about the origins of Yan Ming, but Yan Ming rarely mentioned it. He had vaguely said some of his past, but it was not enough to let people know who this person was.

Sometimes after he talked to Yan Ming, Yan Ming never answered the conversation.

They were groping for the rules of the Xuanji Secret Realm. At that time, Fu Changling had no later experience and no luck now. The two of them wandered around like big-headed flies, except for inquiring that they could not break the rules during the one-month sacrifice. don't know anything except the one will die. They wandered the entire town many times. A few days before the sacrifice, Qin Yan finally found some clues. He snatched a magic weapon, called the Tower of Spirits, which could provide a steady stream of spiritual power to the caster. Improve ability in a short time.

For this magic weapon, they were chased all the way out of the town by the people who took care of the magic weapon. Yan Ming dragged him all the way to the ice and snow outside the town. When he ran halfway, Yan Ming suddenly pushed him aside, and he hugged him. The spirit tower, a staggered roll down the slope next to it. Then he heard people chasing Yan Ming to leave. He crawled out of the ice and snow. He felt that his limbs were frozen by the wind and snow, and his whole body was stiff and his heart was cold.

He was holding the Spirit Gathering Tower, he felt scared, especially scared.

This kind of fear is not because he can't see it, it's not because he can't speak, and it's not because he might die in this vast land. It is because he does not know the life or death of a person, does not know the departure of a person, and cannot do anything for that person's life or death.

That was the first time he felt a kind of weakness from his bones, that kind of weakness made him stand up, he climbed up the slope, and then lay on the ground, rubbing the ground inch by inch, following the footprints he touched, toward Climb forward.

He didn't know how long he had crawled, or how long the road was, he didn't want to think about anything, he didn't dare to think about it, he just felt that if he couldn't find that person, he would keep looking for him until he found him and died.

So he tried to make an "ah, ah, ah" sound, and fumbled forward until finally, he finally got a hand and suddenly took his hand.

The man seemed to have been buried in the snow, his hands were as hard as rocks, and the movements of holding Fu Changling seemed extremely difficult.

Then he made a hoarse voice and called "Changling".

After a short shock, Fu Changling quickly reached out to touch the person. He felt that the person was almost buried in the snow. He hurriedly reached out and pulled the snow away, and then pulled the person out of the snow.

He didn't know how many injuries Yan Ming suffered, or what exactly happened to Yan Ming. He only knew that Yan Ming had almost exhausted the true energy in his body. He leaned softly on his shoulders, and his body had begun to cool down.

Fu Changling hurriedly drew a healing formation, let this person lean on his shoulder, and then held the Spirit Gathering Pagoda in his hand, and transferred the spiritual power from the Spirit Gathering Pagoda all the way to Yan Ming's body.

Yan Ming didn't speak, and Fu Changling didn't know if the other party was good or not. He trembled and desperately sent spiritual power to the other party until the other party's golden core could no longer hold more spiritual energy, and he finally gave up.

But in this way, the other party didn't speak, and didn't wake up. He didn't know what to do, and he couldn't help it. He tried his best, and finally exhausted.

He couldn't do anything, so he put Yan Ming down, and he lay on his side.

He took Yan Ming's hand, leaned forward, and gently kissed the other's lips.

Yan Ming's lips are cold, but very soft.

The moment he kissed him, Fu Changling suddenly felt that the world was peaceful.

The wind and snow were originally strong, but everything slowed down.

Snow flakes like feathers, gently and quietly spread across the world, burying all the fights, all the blood, and all the desperation just now, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness.

And the two of them lay in the bloody formation, becoming the only color of the day and the earth.

He pulled Yan Ming, and he kissed him. For the first time, he felt the temperature of Yan Ming. In the snow and ice, the warm blanket was so hot that it was trembling.

His tears were mixed with blood and fell on that kiss, making the kiss smell of blood and tears.

He couldn't see it, he couldn't tell, but at that moment, he suddenly felt that even if his life came to an end, he had no reconciliation.

So he suddenly understood what he wanted. No one had ever told what kind of feeling it was, but at that moment, he knew it without a teacher.

He trembled his hands, swallowed even more and put his fingertips on Yan Ming's chest, and then he wrote on his heart with strokes.

"Yan Ming, I like you."

"Yan Ming, Fu Changling, want to be with you."