These hands were stained with Yun Yongzhou's blood.

This feeling was as if he was the one who stabbed Yun Yongzhou with the wind knife. He felt cold all over and bit his back teeth tightly.

Wei Huan only felt ironic as his unfamiliar face reflected in the water.

He has nothing left.

He had no demonic power, no identity, no body that originally belonged to him, and no longer the name Jiufeng. He spent a long time trying to accept the reality that he had been deprived of everything. He thought he could deal with it calmly, but when he

The moment he saw the wind blade, everything was shattered.

The talent that was taken away from him was grafted into another person's body and turned into a weapon.

His mind was so messed up that he felt like a poor ant. Every time he cleared away a little bit of the fog and thought he was one step closer to the truth, fate would crush him to the ground.

, give him a heavy blow.

He really thought that the identity of his body would soon surface, but he never thought that the next moment, a demon puppet with the same demon power as him would appear.

Unprecedented fatigue and pain weighed on his shoulders. Wei Huan lowered his head and his eyes were astringent. As long as he closed his eyes, before his eyes, his corpse was dragged away, decomposed, and turned into test subjects one after another.

He raised his trembling hands, hugged his arms, and tried to calm himself down.

He had lost his temper just now, Yun Yongzhou must have noticed something.

He didn't want Yun Yongzhou to find out, at least not at this time. If possible, he was willing to find a suitable time to tell Yun Yongzhou the truth when he was in a good mood. Even if he didn't accept it, he would admit it.

.

The unconscious Yun Yongzhou let out a painful groan. Wei Huan raised his head and saw his brows furrowed and his lips trembling slightly.

It must be painful.

The tears that Wei Huan had been holding back for a long time suddenly burst out, and he didn't know why.

I wiped it randomly with the back of my hand, but there were more and more stains.

He was obviously feeling very uncomfortable, but these discomforts were nothing compared to seeing Yun Yongzhou's pain.

If you can share his pain, even a little bit...

Wei Huan suddenly thought of the blood contract and remembered that he had lost his sense of pain before. Yes, if it was a blood contract, he could also transfer Yun Yongzhou's pain to his body.

Without thinking more, he began to recall the secret spell he saw in the blood contract notes. He didn't remember it very accurately, but for Yun Yongzhou, he still wanted to give it a try. After Yun Ling silently recited the secret spell, it spread all over his body.

A golden Golden Crow light emitted, and the point between the eyebrows turned red, as if it was a drop of blood seeping out.

He held Yun Yongzhou's hand, and the dot in the palm of his hand turned red, and the light converged for an instant and then disappeared.

Is it over? Why don't I feel it?

Wei Huan, who originally thought he had failed, suddenly stopped breathing, and his heart burst out with intense pain. He put his palms on the bed and tried hard to keep himself awake. Wei Huan knew it would be painful, but he never thought it would be so painful.

It wasn't like a sharp knife stabbing the center of the mouth, but it was densely packed, as if being stabbed crazily by countless sharp needles, piercing into the flesh, making it difficult to breathe. Cold sweat began to break out all over his body, and his lips turned pale.

What on earth is this...

Why is this so.

So cold.

Wei Huan was trembling, his teeth were trembling, and there seemed to be steel needles hidden in his heart. His broken heart made his body feel like it was about to burst. He tried to stand up and walk outside, but every step brought

More unbearable pain.

He could feel that his body temperature was constantly dropping. It was too cold. Wei Huan shivered and stretched out his hand, gently lifting a corner of the quilt. Although he was about to lose consciousness from the pain, he still moved as gently as possible.

Climb up carefully and put down the quilt to cover yourself.

There was still a trace of his clear mind telling himself that you were ridiculous. It was ridiculous that you diverted his pain without his knowledge, and you were ridiculous by lying next to him.

But no matter how ridiculous it is, it's better than seeing Yun Yongzhou in pain.

Wei Huan did not stick to Yun Yongzhou at all, but curled up sideways, looking at Yun Yongzhou's calm side face, like a small animal that was afraid of being disturbed and had no home.

It turns out you have been in such pain.

The last bit of the setting sun sank, and the compromise melted into the cold darkness. The room darkened little by little, and Wei Huan's remaining thoughts turned into a small light, suspended above their heads, and the gentle light enveloped Yun Yongzhou.

face, allowing him to feel a little at ease even when the pain was extreme.

Yun Yongzhou's body was so warm, emitting light and heat like the sun. Wei Huan was too cold. He really wanted to get closer and hug him, but he resisted and just pressed his forehead gently against him.

Yun Yongzhou's arm.

No more, he told himself.

I don't know when, the pain peeled off the last bit of consciousness from his body.

As if freed, he could no longer feel the pain in his heart, as if a rootless leaf had floated into a dark lake. He looked up at the sky, a gust of wind blew by, and the blue wind transformed into another version of himself.

No, that is the real self.

The man with the true appearance of Jiufeng stretched out a hand towards himself floating on the lake.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Huan stretched out his hand. The moment he was pulled up, the surrounding scenery turned into a battlefield of chaos and killing. Bullets shot into his chest like a dense rain, and his cries were wrapped in the thick smell of blood.

, making him dizzy.

A tall figure appeared in front of him. He looked so familiar. The pair of black wings looked desolate and tragic in the dark red sky.

The person in front of me turned around and it was my father.

"Father...Father!" Wei Huan ran forward and hugged his father's scarred body from behind.

I miss you so much.

But his tightly folded arms were grabbed by his father and pulled apart. Wei Huan raised his head in confusion and watched his father turn around. He frowned slightly and looked at himself with a strange and doubtful expression.

"Who are you……"

His heart was struck hard, and Wei Huan froze on the spot.

who I am.

I am your son, I am Jiufeng.

"I……"

When he looked up again, the father in front of him had turned into a man in black with his face covered, and blue demon marks were faintly exposed on his cheeks.

Who are you?

He asked sarcastically, "What do you think, who am I?"

Wei Huan had no time to reply, and saw a sharp wind knife condensed in his hand, piercing his chest mercilessly. Wei Huan watched helplessly as the blade sank into his body, and was so painful that he couldn't say a word.

"So you're still alive?"

Yun Yongzhou's voice.

He raised his head again and faced Yun Yongzhou's indifferent face.

Yes, I am alive.

"What are you doing back here?" Those amber pupils were like a creature from the sky, without a trace of emotion.

"Obviously I forgot everything."

Wei Huan was stunned when he heard this.

The bloody soil on the battlefield suddenly turned into cracked ice. He felt his feet were empty and he fell defenselessly into the endless cold.

Wei Huan opened his eyes suddenly, breathing heavily, as if he was a fish on the verge of death.

Little by little, his consciousness was withdrawn from the terrible dream and returned to this skin. Only then did Wei Huan realize that he was held tightly in Yun Yongzhou's arms, and his nose was soft against the side of Yun Yongzhou's neck.

skin and chest tightly attached to each other.

When he was unconscious, Yun Yongzhou stretched out his arms to wrap around the struggling man, tenderly nurturing this broken soul.

Wei Huan pretended that he was unconscious and just stayed in his arms. He felt sad for himself.

It would be great if I could hide in this embrace for the rest of my life, without conspiracy and struggle, no longer fighting pointlessly with fate, and giving up the identity of Jiufeng. If possible, it might be a lot easier.

But this isn't me.

The voice deep inside my heart suddenly reached a boiling point, making it extremely noisy.

[You can’t go back!]

[Even your ability has been deprived of you. What is Jiufeng without the wind? It is worse than even the lowest monster!]

[Do you still know what you are now? Human? Demon? You are nothing!]

Countless voices exploded in his chest, and he was buried in the center.

[No.]

He covered his ears and stood up, letting go of his hands. He faced every sound in the darkness.

[I know who I am.]

All the voices converged into one, and the tone was undeniable.
To be continued...