binnovel Chapter 612: Still Can't Let Go
Chapter 612: Still Can't Let Go
Before the last word fell, he took the hand and pinched off one of the tails. He didn't want to do it. Under the infection of the demon poison, he was no different from an ordinary person. He couldn't bear to watch Lin Ci'an become possessed by the devil.
Although there was an element of acting involved, he had not expected that it would stimulate Xiao An to the point of becoming possessed.
His silver hair fell like a waterfall, the ends of his hair soaked in the pool of blood on the edge of the stove, gradually absorbing the blood and becoming heavy.
The broken tail turned into silver light, and the blood flowing from the corner of Chu Ziyu's mouth had turned dark red. He raised his hand with difficulty to form a seal, and the silver light turned into a chain that wrapped around Lin Ci'an's wrist.
When the silver chain wrapped around Lin Ci'an's wrist, Chu Ziyu felt so much pain that he felt dizzy.
The spiritual power of the severed tail roughly washed over the meridians that had already been riddled with holes. The demonic poison took the opportunity to counterattack, burning countless tiny blood holes in the internal organs.
He could almost hear the sound of cracks appearing in his demon pill.
He didn't let 6872 block out the pain, he knew he was punishing himself.
6872 choked with sobs: "Boss, Lin Ci'an is the protagonist of the small world. As long as he returns to the sect, his inner demon will be cured. Why are you doing this..."
"yes..."
He answered softly in his consciousness, "But I can't bear to see Xiao An become possessed..."
Just like when he was in front of the Demon Locking Tower that year, he couldn’t bear to see the young man holding the corpse and crying until he vomited blood.
Some things become serious as you act them out.
The black gas on the Jingzhe Sword suddenly surged.
"Brother..." Lin Ci'an murmured unconsciously, and the black energy formed spider web-like patterns on his temples, "No... You are Mo Xue... You are..."
"Xiao An... wake up..."
Chu Ziyu chuckled in his mind, but the magic spells in his hands were as steady as a rock.
The silver light flowed along the chains into Lin Ci'an's body, and fiercely engaged with the black energy.
The voice of the inner demon disappeared completely, and the black energy receded like a tide, leaving behind a devastated mind.
He stood there, looking at his blood-stained hands, a terrible sense of strangeness swept over him.
Lin Ci'an's hands were shaking violently, and the warmth of Chu Ziyu's blood still lingered on his fingertips.
The temperature burned his skin and penetrated deep into his soul.
"I should be happy..."
He stared at his red palms, a rusty taste in his throat.
Killing the enemy who massacred Qingshan Town and killing the cat demon who killed the second senior brother should be something worth celebrating.
But why did it feel like a piece of my chest had been taken out? Even breathing was painful.
Chu Ziyu was coughing up blood weakly, but the amber cat eyes were still looking at him tenderly.
This look is so familiar - the tenderness of tucking in the corners of his quilt in the morning light, the tenderness of watching him eat by the stove, and the tenderness with tears in the red candlelight on the wedding night.
All the details of more than three hundred days and nights suddenly exploded in his mind, and every frame of the picture stirred his internal organs like a knife.
"No...it shouldn't be like this..."
Lin Ci'an shook his head desperately, his nails digging deep into his palms. The clarity after the inner demons left was more painful than when he was possessed by the demons.
He suddenly remembered that in the late winter of last year, Chu Ziyu dragged his sick body to the mountain to collect herbs just because he casually said that his throat hurt.
When Xuetuan came back that day, all three of his tails were frozen, but he still smiled foolishly and took out an intact bag of herbs from his arms.
“What I did…”
I chewed these words over and over again on my lips and teeth, but I couldn't taste anything.
The area around his heart felt empty, as if the sword that had just pierced his own heart.
He looked blankly at his "wife" nailed to the wall, then looked down at his blood-stained hands.
The Jingzhe sword fell to the ground with a clang, and the blood on it gradually solidified into dark brown. The face reflected on the sword - bloodshot eyes, distorted expression, unnatural twitching at the corners of the mouth - was so strange that it scared him.
The sword was kicked away.
"Snow...ball?"
He called softly, his voice hoarse.
"Why...why is it you..."
Chu Ziyu slid down the wall, leaving a small pool of blood on the bluestone ground. His only remaining second tail was also turning into a spot of light. He was about to die again.
He barely raised his upper body, his silver hair mixed with blood stuck to his cheeks, but he still managed a smile: "Welcome... back..."
Lin Ci'an knelt on the ground, his trembling hands hovering above the wound, not daring to touch it: "What did I do...I clearly..."
"I don't blame you..." Chu Ziyu wanted to raise his hand, but found that he couldn't even lift his fingertips.
He simply relaxed his body and let himself fall into a pool of blood. "The nine-tailed cat demon... has nine lives..."
Before he could finish his words, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his chin bright red.
He choked and covered the wound on Chu Ziyu's heart, and blood immediately gushed out from between his fingers.
He could feel a faint heartbeat beneath his palm, and every beat made him feel more guilty.
Now he realized that, rather than seeking revenge, he was more afraid of losing the person who would warm his hands, secretly put meat into his bowl, and pat him on the back when he had a nightmare.
Chu Ziyu's silver hair spread out in a pool of blood, like a pool of moonlight shattered on the dark red lake.
Lin Ci'an suddenly remembered that when he woke up this morning, the hair was still scattered beside his pillow, with a faint scent of soapberry.
He secretly rolled up a strand of hair and played with it on his fingertips, thinking that when Xuetuan woke up, he would ask him what he used to wash his hair.
"What the hell am I doing..."
Big tears fell on their clasped hands.
He killed his enemy with his own hands, but he also killed Xuetuan, who would bring him an umbrella on rainy days, who would clumsily learn to cook his favorite dishes, and who would doze off at his desk while he was practicing calligraphy.
Two completely opposite emotions were tearing at each other in his chest, causing him to bend over in pain.