All But Me Are Inhumans [Rebirth]

The day finally came.

Although Wei Huan racked his brains and tried his best to find evidence to prove his innocence, it was still too late.

The raised hands fell feebly to his sides, and the golden light blade in front of Yangsheng disappeared and returned to his wrists, cuffing Wei Huan like handcuffs.

He must look a lot like a convicted fugitive now.

There is no need to hide it anymore. Wei Huan knows very well that the reason why these barking birds don't really hurt him is because of Yang Sheng. These are just a game played by Yang Sheng. He doesn't want to hurt him at all, he just wants to put him into a fighting state and expose him. Go out into battle habits.

We fought side by side with him countless times, and sure enough, it was the tacit understanding that allowed him to show his weakness in the end.

"Why don't you speak?" Yang Sheng walked towards him step by step, holding purple wind in his palms, "Why, are you still thinking about what kind of lies you should make up to hide the truth?"

When he walked up to him, Wei Huan realized that he had never seen Yang Sheng really angry.

In the past twenty-one years, Yang Sheng has always been the one who tolerated him and spoiled him, and he has always been the one who can talk back and take the blame with him after he has gone too far. No matter how ridiculous things he does, Yang Sheng always says No matter how cruel you are, you will still stand in front of him and won't let him alone.

The opponent grabbed his collar violently, but Yang Sheng still managed to get rid of the wind in his palms, and punched Shang Wei Huan hard on the cheek. Although he did not use his demonic power, as Bifang, his strength was naturally superior to that of humans. Just one blow A punch can knock Wei Huan into confusion.

"Please speak!"

One punch, then another.

Each punch was done with all his strength, hitting him so hard that he could hardly open his eyes, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. Wei Huan could smell the smell of blood, but he felt no pain, only discomfort, so uncomfortable that he almost died, and his throat was tight, as if His hands were stuck there, preventing him from moving.

There are so many things I want to say, but no words can come out.

Yang Sheng pushed him against the wall, holding his neck tightly with one hand and punching him with the other hand. His reason was on the verge of collapse. The indignation, resentment and disappointment of so many years poured out like a flood at this moment. .

The more you care, the more heartache you get.

Blood clogged his throat, and Wei Huan couldn't help coughing it out, "Ascension..."

Seeing the injuries on his face in a daze, Yang Sheng stopped subconsciously.

His fingers were clenched so tightly that the protruding joints were worn out. He was breathing heavily, his chest was rising and falling, and his eyes were staring at the friend in front of him after seven years of separation.

Wei Huan just looked at him. It was obvious that his face was different and he had become a completely different person, but his eyes did not change, they were exactly the same as before.

It was this look in his eyes that had trapped him for so many years.

Ascension, you are so fucking useless.

Wei Huan gritted his teeth tightly and tried to speak, but he saw Yang Sheng facing him with red eyes and laughing.

"Seven years, I've been looking for you for seven whole years."

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple tornado roared up. When it calmed down, the surrounding scenery had changed and turned into a wide lawn, but the sky was violet, as if it was covered by purple light.

There was no wall behind Wei Huan, and he fell down onto a lawn.

They left the dark zone.

Wei Huan, who was lying on the ground, tried to get up, but was quickly knocked to the side of a tree by the purple wind gushing from Ascension's palm, and his back was hit hard.

He spit out a mouthful of blood and dripped it on his newly bought red sweatshirt.

He stretched out his hand to wipe it, but his arm was suppressed by the manic wind and could not be lifted up.

"You didn't say anything because you wanted to delay time for Yun Yongzhou to come and save you?"

Yang Sheng sneered and opened his palms. There was a violet wind ball in his palm. Wei Huan recognized it as their barrier ball.

"It's impossible for him to come in." The barrier ball in his palm disappeared. "This is the barrier of the Bi Fang family. Only the Bifang family can enter and exit. If he has to break it by force, he will have as much demon power as he spends to attack the barrier. The demonic power bounced back to him."

"You should give up."

Wei Huan gasped, the rising wind made it impossible for him to struggle, and he could hardly open his eyes.

In fact, he didn't want to resist, and he could even understand Yang Sheng's mood at this moment.

If it were him, he would probably be even crazier.

"You know what? When I received the notice of death in the line of duty," his expression suddenly became cold, as if he was not the one who lost control just now, "I thought I was going to collect the bodies of two people."

"my father."

He walked up to Wei Huan, raised his chin, and said with a stubborn smile on his face, "My best friend in this life."

Seven years ago, everyone showed mercy to him, hugged him with tears in their eyes at the funeral, comforted him, and bound him with the same words.

[You will be the pillar of the Bi Fang family from now on.]

Seeing people throwing the white flowers in their hands into the grave one by one, he couldn't even shed a single tear.

Although he knew that the man who supported the entire Bifang, and even the entire Fuyao, was really going to sleep underground now, and would never be able to stand up again to shield himself from the wind and rain.

Everyone said that Instructor Yang valued Wei Huan even more than his own son Yang Sheng, because his own son was not an attack-type demon. No matter how much effort he put into training, he was just an assistant, so he chose Wei Huan and sent him to Yang Sheng. Teach him your own skills.

In this case, Ascension has been heard since childhood.

But no matter what the rumors were, he had always seen clearly that his father only had a nurturing attitude towards Wei Huan, especially after Wei Huan's parents died in the war. Even if they had no time to entrust him with his deathbed, the friendship between the two families had already allowed his father to treat him Treat it as your own.

Even if everyone was talking behind his back and laughing at him for not being as valued as Wei Huan by his father, he never complained about Wei Huan for a moment. He knew that these were just the thoughts of a villain. His father loved him and Wei Huan was also his best friend.

He never even thought about one day surpassing Wei Huan and becoming stronger than him. The only thing he hoped for was to be with Wei Huan, assisting him all his life, and sending the wind from his palm to him in critical moments. In his hands, for his use.

Then watch him smile and watch them win together.

That's all.

Such a sincere heart has never changed in the past twenty-one years.

[Jiufeng Weihuan rebelled against the enemy.]

"Impossible!" Yang Sheng vetoed, "It's impossible for him to rebel against the enemy. I know him better than anyone else! He will never rebel against the enemy even if he dies!"

Until he saw the Nine Phoenix war emblem that the human enemy took out when they negotiated peace.

Each family in the Yao clan has its own family emblem, and a military family like Jiufeng has a war emblem engraved with its own family crest. The war emblem represents the family's glory and determination to fight to the death.

After the death of Wei Huan's parents, this Nine Phoenix War Emblem was passed down to him. Once handed over, it would be equivalent to throwing the entire Nine Phoenix Demon Clan's generational loyalty into the abyss.

This is Wei Huan's most precious thing.

"Impossible..." Yang Sheng still didn't believe it, he almost lost control, "Go and check, they must have stolen this, and it must not have been handed over by Wei Huan. It is impossible for Ah Huan to do such a thing!"

Until that image was exposed to the entire Internet.

Everyone was reposting it. Even so, Ascension couldn't wake up. He searched for his body like crazy. Day and night, he went to every crevice in the border canyon. As long as he saw someone, he would catch him. They came to ask.

"Have you ever seen him?"

"Have you seen this man?"

In the end, he didn't know what he was doing or what he was obsessed with. Maybe he was just a little bit unwilling at the end. He was not willing to let Wei Huan become the kind of person he didn't know well, and he was not willing to let himself do it in such an unbearable way. lose him.

In those days, he did not shed a single tear and lived like a zombie. The only thing that supported him was his belief.

He wants to find Wei Huan's body.

Later, he even began to be counterattacked by his own demonic power, and his rationality became the one with the upper hand. He did not know when he would be completely demonized and lose control, leaving only instinct without any independent consciousness.

Live like a monster.

The incident ended with him losing control one day and accidentally injuring an innocent human being.

He was escorted back by his fellow tribesmen, and everyone was blaming him, letting him know how much courage he had on his shoulders now.

[You still have your mother and such a young sister, you have to support the whole family!]

[Just a traitor, how many ridiculous things have you done for him!]

[Are you worthy of your dead father!]

He knelt in front of his father's shattered life monument and watched his mother, who had been in the hospital for many days because of her grief, personally come to pick him up, bowed and apologized to him, said all kinds of good things, and took him back.

None of them spread their wings that day, but walked silently on the road in Kunlunxu. There were many people on the road, and everyone was laughing and laughing as always. Yang Sheng looked at his mother from a distance, she seemed to have aged overnight, and her hair had turned white. The back has become so thin and narrow.

"Asheng, I heard that you stayed in the border canyon for a long time. I know it's very hard for you..."

"Are you hungry? Mom has prepared some food for you. It's all your favorite food."

"Your sister misses you too. She hasn't cried recently. She is very good and won't disturb you." The mother suddenly stopped and turned around.

She looked pale and smiled.

"We go home."

Tears suddenly welled up. After so many days after the death of his father and best friend, Yang Sheng knelt on the ground and cried bitterly for the first time. People all over the street were looking at him, but he just cried like a child and couldn't get up. Not coming.

From that day on, he began to accept all judgments given by the outside world.

Because he knew that he had to give up.

Over the past seven years, he has learned to control his emotions, learn to let go, and learn how to become a mature adult who can shoulder everything.

But seeing Wei Huan standing in front of him at this moment, Yang Sheng only felt ironic.

He still can't control it.

"In the end, I only found my father's bones. No," he shook his head. "His fragments cannot even be put together to form a complete body."

He pretended to be calm, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with anyone, "Did you know? Even at the last moment before his death, when he was besieged and torn to pieces by countless humans, he was still trying to contact the combat readiness headquarters, and even issued an He used the Signal Technique just because he wanted to save you and he didn’t want you to die on the battlefield!”

"And you?"

A heavy blow.

"Tell me! Where were you at that time?!"

Wei Huan breathed heavily, "I..."

I have no idea.

I have no memory.

The battle before his death reappeared in his mind, like fragments of a lingering nightmare, stabbing into his heart and reappearing repeatedly, but he could not give a complete truth.

"Can't tell?" Yang Sheng stared at Wei Huan with a stern look, "Or you don't want to say it at all."

There was a faint broken sound in his ears, but Yang Sheng ignored it.

"You obviously had so many opportunities to tell me that you and Yang Ling were fighting, and I took her to apologize to you. You and I were the only two people in the ward!"

He tried to calm down his emotions, and the demonic pattern on the side of his neck climbed up along the veins, then he suppressed it, "And later on the Monument of Heroes... You just didn't say anything, didn't open your mouth, and even avoided me..."

"Yang Ling is your god-sister. When you stay with her every day, don't you think even for a moment about how she has grown up over the years?"

Every word struck Wei Huan hard in his heart.

As he spoke, he sneered again, "I knew you were no ordinary person from the first time I met you. I knew your purpose was not simple, so I investigated you, observed you, and even followed you from the beginning. I just wanted to know you. When will the truth be revealed?"

"Do you think I'm blind these past twenty years by your side? Wei Huan, do you really think you are so smart? Are you so sure that I can't recognize you?"

"Let me tell you, even if you are beaten to ashes, I will never forget your appearance!"

He indeed underestimated Ascension's understanding of him and overestimated his disguise.

Wei Huan said feebly, "I kept it from you because I didn't want to inconvenience you."

"Implicated?" He suddenly laughed, "Wei Huan, are you implicated enough?"

Yang Sheng's eyes were red, and it became difficult to speak, "You are obviously still alive, and you even came back..."

The broken sounds became more and more obvious, one after another.

While mumbling to himself, he repeated why. Gradually, his consciousness began to disappear. His demonic patterns changed again, and the veins on the side of his neck popped out.

"Why are you still lying to me!" Half of his face revealed the demonic marks for a moment, looking extremely fierce. The nails on his fingertips became longer, almost embedded into Wei Huan's skin, and he pinched his fingertips with one hand. throat, lifting Wei Huan's entire body off the ground, "Why!"

Wei Huan clearly felt the demonic transformation of Yang Sheng.

He has never been like this in the past. Big monsters with their bloodline rarely lose control like this.

How is this going.

"Yangsheng...you..." Wei Huan, who was caught by him, almost suffocated, and his face turned red from holding back.

The wind around them became more and more violent, as if it had an independent consciousness. Wei Huan watched the wind wind around Yang Sheng's body, like a purple dragon condensed by the air, trapping himself in it.

"Why did you lie to me..."

His voice changed, with a very deep and heavy echo, his eyes turned dark purple, and the expression on his face was uncontrollable.

"Yang Sheng... calm down..." The oxygen gradually decreased, and Wei Huan tried to grab Yang Sheng's arm with his hand, "I... I really didn't..."

The wind picked up a short knife that rose up from his waist, wrapped it up, and inserted it straight into Wei Huan's chest.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and bright red blood splashed out onto Yang Sheng's hand that was holding his neck tightly.

"Yang Sheng..." Wei Huan's brows furrowed tightly, his hands were weak to grab Yang Sheng, and his eyes were moist.

Blood.

Wei Huan's blood.

He could clearly feel that the purple wind had weakened.

"I didn't...rebellion..."

"Xiang, believe me..."

He saw a knife inserted into the strange yet familiar body in front of him, and his clothes were stained with crimson blood and smeared.

The fingers gradually relaxed unconsciously.

The purple storm that trapped them dissipated little by little, and the short knife was pulled away by the wind and fell to the ground. The demonic marks faded from his face, and Yang Sheng's eyes began to regain clarity.

He didn't want to hurt him.

I heard the cracking sound again, but this time, the sound was the strongest.

Yang Sheng opened his palm, and the enchantment ball in his palm appeared again. There were obvious cracks on it, and the red demonic energy overflowed.

It finally burst open, leaving only golden light and a pile of purple fragments in the palm.

"Madman." He cursed in a low voice and clenched his fists.

Wei Huan covered his chest and pressed the wound hard. He knew that Yang Sheng did not kill him, and he was not even conscious. If Yang Sheng wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have stabbed a vital part like his heart.

It's so fucking useless. Yang Sheng, who regained consciousness, laughed at himself in his heart. Even if he became a demon and lost consciousness, he still couldn't do anything cruel.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the clothes on Wei Huan's chest and pulled him to a place, forcing him to kneel down, "You want me to believe you."

"Okay, you swear to me on it."

Wei Huan raised his head and saw a tombstone in front of him.

Printed on it is a black and white photo of Instructor Yang, his name, date of birth and death.

Yang Sheng knelt down and pressed Wei Huan's back down, "You swear, if you tell a lie, my father's soul will never rest in peace, and your Jiufeng clan will always be despised."

He paused, then added with a smile, "After my ascension, I will be on the battlefield with my head in a different place, and I will die without a burial place."

Wei Huan turned his head to look at Yang Sheng in astonishment. He was so cruel. He knew that he would definitely go to the battlefield in the future, but he actually said such words and threatened his life.

Just to force him.

"talk."

His eyes were sore, and in front of his eyes were images of instructor Yang guiding him step by step. Everything was still vivid in his mind.

"I swear." He firmly grasped the ground with his left hand, and covered his chest with his right hand. His head was half lowered, his teeth were chattering, and every word he spoke was trembling, "I, Wei Huan, have never rebelled against the enemy, and I have never betrayed the enemy. I never thought about harming Instructor Yang. I fought to the last moment for Fuyao and Shanhai, and died innocently and cleanly."

"I will definitely find evidence to prove my innocence."

He looked at Yang Sheng with red eyes, stretched out his hand and swore to the sky, "If any of what I said just now is false. The souls of my parents will never rest in peace, and the Jiufeng clan will always be despised. I, Wei Huan, …”

Yang Sheng watched him take a deep breath, speaking frankly and sincerely, every word with force.

"I, Wei Huan, will still join the battlefield in the future. No matter how many times I am reborn, my head will be in a different place every time, and I will die without a burial place."

As he finished speaking, the pale and unfamiliar face in front of him vaguely merged with the flamboyant self of the past. He smiled, with some of his sharp canine teeth showing, and his eyes were full of light.

"Do you believe me now?"

Wei Huan felt that all his strength was draining away bit by bit, like quicksand between his fingers. Although his body did not feel any intense pain, his emotions could not be transferred or repaired.

I owe all my deep gratitude to you, my teacher and friend in life and death.

I was a carefree child when I first learned this line. I only sympathized with the person who wrote such a line, how miserable his life must be.

Young people don't know what it's like to be sad. In the end, every word is confirmed by their own body.

Yang Sheng stared at him, seeing that he was about to lose consciousness. The moment he tried to speak, dozens of light blades appeared in front of him, each one inserted into the ground between him and Wei Huan.

The madman finally came in.

He stood up and turned to look at the sky. The barrier covered with light purple light had broken into pieces and turned into wind.

As he thought, the visitor covered up his injuries well.

Yang Sheng was really curious, if he was going to die one day, would he have to pretend to be calm in front of Wei Huan?

"You're still here."

As soon as he said something, Yun Yongzhou raised his hand and waved his arm fiercely. The wall of fire separated Yangsheng, making it impossible for him to get close.

Wei Huan raised his head, his eyes were a little blurred and his vision became blurry. He actually wanted to see who was coming, but the loss of consciousness had made him unable to focus, and everything in front of him was shaking.

The eyelids became heavy and fell again when raised.

Finally he fell to the ground, his palms covered with his own blood.

After enduring it for so long, Yang Sheng's nose still felt sore when he saw Wei Huan fall.

But he still held on.

Yun Yongzhou picked up Wei Huan indifferently without saying a single unnecessary word.

The moment he got closer, Yang Sheng smelled a strong smell of blood. It was not human blood, but Golden Crow.

As they passed each other, he couldn't help but speak.

"You knew it earlier, but you still wanted to lie to me."

The barrier crossing technique had been activated, and Yun Yongzhou was almost about to step into the red barrier circle, but he still turned around.

The blazing wall of fire distorted Yang Sheng's figure and face, making it difficult to see the pain and confusion on his face.

"Actually, what you least want to admit is that you have always believed in him."

Even if there is no reason, even if all the evidence points to him, the evidence is conclusive and every word is heart-breaking.

Everyone tells you that it was him who betrayed Shanhai, who led your father into the encirclement, and who almost made you become a demon and lose your heart, but you still don't want to believe it in your heart.

This kind of illusory, frivolous and even stupid trust has made you torture yourself every day and every night for seven years.

You should take revenge, or you should forget about him completely, put aside the past and start over, to become a big monster like your father who can stand alone.

You should have never had such an old friend.

The wall of fire in front of him extinguished, revealing Yang Sheng's face. Yun Yongzhou's voice was as usual, cold, like a voice from the sky, "The people who trapped you, the people who persecuted you, and the people you have hated for seven years .”

"It's all your own."

Clench your fists.

Clench your back molars tightly.

Yang Sheng turned his head and looked stubbornly at his father's tombstone.

What do you know?

What do you understand...

His eyes began to blur, and the sadness in his heart overwhelmed him. Two five or six-year-old children appeared on the lawn in front of him.

The one with dark blue wings was sitting on the steps shedding tears, wiping them away with his little hands as he cried, feeling stubborn and sad.

The other one had a pair of small black wings and was as cute as a dumpling. She flew here and there just to make him happy. After a while, she squatted in front of him and said in a sweet voice, "Xiao Sheng, don't cry." Yes, my father said that boys should not cry casually."

"But I...I..." He was sobbing, his little face turned red from suppressing it, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence, "The doctor said that I...don't have the fire attribute of the Bi Fang family...I can't create fire. …”

"What does that matter?" Xiao Weihuan grabbed his hand and opened his palm. There was a young and weak wind in the soft palm, which seemed to be dispersed soon.

"Look, you can create the wind! Whoosh whoosh~ bang——" Little Weihuan pretended to ascend and release the wind, and then flew over to pretend to be the bad guy defeated by him, retreating far away.

After the role play was over, he hurriedly fluttered his wings and flew back to Yang Sheng, "Look, you are so powerful, you can blow away all the bad guys in one go! You are super strong!"

"But..." He still couldn't stop crying, "But the wind is not strong at all... Didn't you mean... Huo Geng..."

"No!"

Little Weihuan raised Yangsheng's hand and pressed it with his own little hand. The light purple wind gently wrapped around their fingertips.

He smiled sweetly, took his hand away, and clenched it into a small fleshy fist.

"What do you think is in here?"

The sobbing Yang Sheng suddenly forgot to cry. He choked and blinked at the little fist, "What..."

"look."

Little Weihuan opened his palms, and a purple butterfly flew out with fluttering wings, dancing gracefully, and finally stopped on the tip of Yangsheng's red nose.

"Your wind is super powerful." Xiao Weihuan grabbed Yang Sheng's hands, his eyes were clear and strong, "You can create the wind, and I can use the wind to create things. I will become stronger in the future, and there will always be something. In one day, I can conjure up whatever you want."

"As long as the two of us are together, we will be the most powerful!"

He smiled so happily, his little canine teeth shining in the sun.

"Really?" Yang Sheng sniffed, "Will we be together forever?"

"of course!"

Children cannot say beautiful words, they can only repeat them again and again.

"You are my best, best, best, best friend." Xiao Weihuan hugged him and gently patted his back with his little hands.

"Remember?"

The author has something to say: This chapter recommends eating it with Eason Chan's "The Best Bad Friend".

It’s very suitable for Yang Sheng and Wei Huan. You can listen to it, but don’t leave messages on NetEase Cloud.

I'm famous for protecting characters. I can analyze plots, but I can't stand scolding characters. Don't use your own perspective to interpret a character at will. At least you have to stand from his perspective. This is irresponsible behavior.