Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

(21)

Xiao Xingchen looked around, trembling slightly... How could this place be so similar to Yizhuang.

He thought in his mind, if Xue Yang had been in Tu Chang's house last time, then this time... what would happen.

Was it after he was rescued by his former self?

Xiao Xingchen pursed his lips, opened the wooden door in front of him, and creaked.A familiar boy's voice came from inside, hoarse due to injury, and asked playfully, "Master Dao, why are you back? What did you leave behind?"

Xiao Xingchen frowned slightly, bit his lip and stepped into the room.

Although the room is dark, it is barely possible to see.

Xue Yang was lying on a simple wooden bed in the house, his leg injury was still not healed, and the solid wood was wrapped with cloth strips.

He obviously didn't expect Xiao Xingchen to come in directly, and he was not blind, Xue Yang's dark pupils showed deep defense and hostility.

Seeing Xiao Xingchen's appearance, Xue Yang was stunned, and then a sneer twitched at the corner of his mouth, but his words were sweet: "Oh, Daoist~ You have been blind all this time, you lied to me for so long?"

If Xue Yang's previous sentence was still full of uncertainties and doubts, the next sentence he said would be completely certain: "No, you...not him."

Xue Yang remained calm, sat up from the wooden board, and reached into his bosom to look for the corpse poison powder.

I can't find...where did I go...

Xue Yang's face gradually turned pale.

Xiao Xingchen finally spoke and sighed, "A Yang."

"..." Xue Yang knew that this was not the "Xiao Xingchen" he knew, but he didn't know what was going on, but this person was really strange, calling himself "A Yang".

Xiao Xingchen swallowed, and expressed the doubts that had troubled him for many years: "Why, you want to stay by my side at this time, instead of directly killing me."

Xue Yang didn't answer directly, but smiled and said, "Master Daoist, why should I kill you?"

Seeing that he didn't want to tell the truth at all, Xiao Xingchen couldn't ask any more...

But didn't you already have an answer to this question?

He had planned long ago, to stain his hands with the blood donations of innocent people, and to bear the crime of killing his friends...a well-prepared revenge.

He wanted to ask Xue Yang if he had feelings for him...but he didn't dare to ask.

Xiao Xingchen felt short of breath.