Chasing King

"Think of the sky." Feng ye murmured, his fear rising in his heart, "really Is that you? "

He almost crazily begged God to let him see Yan Sikong again. Even if he saw one side of Yan Sikong, when people really stood in front of him, he couldn't believe it and was afraid to touch it.

Yan Sikong looks slightly behind Feng Ye. Liang Huiyong and others are following him. Yuan Nanyu is also in the line. His pupil is flashing. As soon as he wants to open his mouth, Feng Ye suddenly slams the door with his sword sheath and backhand.

Yan Sikong was finally forced to look at Fengye, and he said calmly, "it's me. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint people all over the world."

Feng Ye stares at Yan Sikong, his eyes burning.

Yan Sikong was staring at by Fengye: "the wolf king came from a long distance. It's hard to avoid being tired. It's better to have a rest first."

Feng Ye came to Yan Sikong step by step.

Yan Sikong could not help but retreat, but he stepped back three steps, and his back reached the table.

Feng Ye came to Yan Sikong and slowly extended his hand to his cheek.

Yan Sikong's face suddenly turned cold and turned away slightly.

Fengye heart pain, his hand trembled, finally pasted Yan Sikong's face.

The hand was as cold as ice, and Yan Sikong's cheek was as warm as the sun in May. Unfortunately, when a person who has been frozen for a long time encounters fire, the first thing he feels is not warmth, but tingling.

When Feng Ye confirmed with his hand that the person in front of him was not an illusion, his heart was as painful as an ant bite, and his tears rolled down quietly without any sign, and he could not only wash himself when he broke the dike.

Yan Sikong was stunned. He didn't see Feng Ye cry like this, like Cry like a child. He frowned, once again don't open the face, but the next moment, but was sealed wild force lock into the arms.

"Wolf king..." Yan Sikong struggled.

Feng Ye's arms were as hard to shake as pincers. His armor was so cold that Yan Sikong shivered.

Feng Ye cried: "Kong er..."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "let me go."

"Why do you do this to me? Why do you say you don't hate me?" Feng Ye seems to have endless grievances and pain, to vent in tears, since he has memory, never cry like this, he hugged Yan Sikong tightly. With all his strength, he was afraid that if he let go again, the person in his arms would disappear, and he would never let go again.

Yan Si empty light way: "wolf king, you are too cold, can you let me go first."

Fengye Wenyan hesitates to loosen the clamp. Yansikong tries to push him away, but he grabs him by the wrist.

Yan Sikong tried to draw back his hand, but he couldn't. He said in a deep voice, "why is wolf king like this?"

Feng Ye's eyes in Yan Si Kong face carefully, for fear of missing a little bit, but he is full of words, but I don't know where to start, finally only spit out the strongest sentence: "I miss you so much."

There was a flash of anger on Yan Si's face, which was fleeting, and the tone was still gentle: "did the wolf king get what he wanted?"

Feng Ye was stunned and speechless.

"You've got what you want, but I haven't. thank you for sending troops to save Liaodong." Yan Sikong wants to draw back his hand again, but Fengye holds it tightly. The colder his tone is, "let me go."

"Do you really know what I want?" Feng Ye stares at him with red eyes.

"I've been dead once. I really can't give wolf king anything." Yan Si said with a blank face, "no matter what the wolf king wants from me, give up."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong in a dazed way. His indifference and estrangement were even better than the cold in Liaodong. He was flustered and said hastily, "I I blame you wrong. Everything is my fault. Que forgets. Que forgets. He remembers. Kong Er, it's my fault. I... "

"He remembered?" Yan Sikong's eyes widened. "Yu'er remembers?"

"Yes, he told me everything." Feng Ye couldn't hide his regret, "I'm sorry, I I misunderstood you, you are Yan Sikong, you are mine... " He was too guilty to say any more.

Yan Sikong is gazing at Fengye. He once wanted to use all his strength to prove his identity. He once hoped that Fengye could recognize the truth, and he also thought how relieved he would be if he could clear up the misunderstanding one day.

But now Fengye himself admitted his identity, but he didn't even have half a palpitation.

It's too late. Even he doesn't care who he is. It's too late.

Yan Si said coldly, "it really doesn't matter who I am. The wolf king doesn't have to look like this."

"I know you blame me." Feng Ye choked, "you blame me, that's why you treat me like this I thought you were dead. I really thought you were dead. Do you know how I came here these 213 days? I think about you day and night and all the time. If it wasn't for Liaodong, would you like to hide all your life? Kong'er, do you really hate me so much? ""Yan Sikong has been humble all his life. I can't help doing everything. I'm afraid that the only thing I can control is my own death. Therefore, my life and death are nothing special to others, let alone report to anyone." Yan said, "it's no sense for me to look at the past, but I'm sorry for you."

Feng Ye looks at Yan Sikong rigidly, and his cold and heartless eyebrows pierce his heart. He had seen from this face that he had been infatuated with for half of his life that only belonged to his deep love and joy. Even if he was later infected with sadness and resentment, it was still for him, but now his eyes were cold, just like looking at a stranger.

Is this his emptiness? It was he who made his emptiness look like it is now.

Over the years, what has he done to become a stranger to his beloved.

Feng Ye took a deep breath. He could hardly see Yan Sikong's face clearly. He shook his head: "you blame me. You should blame me. It's my fault. It's all my fault. You think about me everywhere. In the end, it's still for me But I never believed you. "

Yan Sikong said nothing.

"But But all my life, you are the only one in my heart. No matter how much I hate you or resent you, I can't resist my love for you. "

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's face twisted by pain. His heart trembled slightly. He turned away.

Feng Ye said with tears: "kong'er, how can you forgive me? Now that I have everything, I can give you anything. "

Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "the wolf king is superior. Rewards, punishments, favors and Disgraces are all grace. I'm really not worthy to talk about forgiveness with you. I really don't want to remember the past. I'll be burned away. If the wolf king is really willing to give me something, I just want to be "pure."

There was almost no blood on Feng Ye's face: "kong'er, I will never let you go, I..."

"Don't call me empty again!" A trace of ferocity flashed across Yan Sikong's face. He could not help but said in a vicious voice, "this is only the person closest to me. Please let me go."

Feng Ye is so painful that he can't help himself. He closes his eyes just to block Yan Sikong's resistance, even for a moment.

Taking advantage of Fengye's absence, Yan Sikong pulls back his hand. His white wrist is pinched out with red fingerprints. He straightens his clothes: "the wolf king already has a family and a family, and he has children to bear the joys. It's really not suitable to entangle with a notorious male pet, even if he is alone in a room, for fear of polluting the reputation of the wolf king." He said, walking away.

Fengye's arm was in front of his chest.

Yan Sikong takes a deep breath and leaves when she is wrong.

Feng Ye's long arm stretched out and ran over his waist. He held his back neck with one hand. He wanted to capture the fickle lips.

Yan Sikong seized the handle of his sword and lifted it up. The long sword came out of its sheath. The next moment, it was across the back neck of Fengye. Yan Sikong said in a cold voice: "let go."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's eyes deeply, and his eyes were not willing to blink. He said in a dumb voice, "do it."

Yan Sikong narrowed her eyes.

"My life is in your hands. You can take it." Feng Ye lowered his head and approached Yan Sikong's lips, "but as long as I have a breath, I want you. What I want most in my life is not the world, but you."

In Yan Sikong's dismay, Feng Ye blocked his lips and greedily tasted every taste between them.

Yan Sikong's eyes darken, grabbing the hilt of the sword and bumping into Fengye's back neck.

Seal wild eat pain, in front of a dizzy, Yan think empty force pushed away him.

Feng Ye staggers a few steps and looks at Yan Sikong sadly.

Yan Sikong threw the sword to Fengye's feet with a bang. He said without hesitation, "if you ask others to look at it, they think that the wolf king is really deeply rooted in love. But I have a good memory. I remember everything you said and did to me clearly."

The sadness of Fengye.

"Of course, remembering is just remembering, but it doesn't hurt anymore." Yan Sikong said calmly, "it's just that once I was bitten by a snake, and I was afraid of the well rope for ten years. I'm still the crafty and scheming Yan Sikong. The wolf king is still the arrogant and arrogant wolf king. The wolf king is not without deep feelings. What happened later? You're right. If it wasn't for Liaodong, I would never want to see you again. Thank you for sending troops to Liaodong. That's all between you and me. "

Yan Sikong crossed the stiff Fengye, opened the door and strode out.