Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

At this time, Wen Xuan still had a fluke in his heart. What can be proved now is that the female ghost gave birth to a child because of the descendant of the sky demon before she was alive. It cannot prove that the child has any relationship with Wen Xuan. Even if Chu Lian brought him back to Shui Yunzong more than fifty years ago, even if she showed such obsession in that cave, it might be just a coincidence, maybe she just admitted her mistake.

This is the last straw that Wen Xuan can grasp, even if it is probably just self-deception.

When he came back to his senses, Wen Xuan had already walked into the mountain again. He must find out the whereabouts of that child in order to get the final answer.

But until he saw the ice and snow under his feet that were about to melt, he didn't realize that he actually didn't know where to find it. He even forgot to ask where her body was found.

Without a direction, Wen Xuan stood there for a while, then continued to raise his footsteps, walking aimlessly in this mountain.

I don't know how long after walking in a daze, he unexpectedly returned to that cave.

It was in this cave that he found the horn of the sky demon, and found the hope that he could cure Murong Feng's extremely fire poison, and the joy of joy at that time was almost before his eyes. But it was also in this cave that he encountered the female ghost. For the first time, he had doubts about his own life experience. After searching all the way, he fell into this at a loss.

He didn't know how to describe his current mood, he was almost lost.

The cold air in the cave had already condensed, forming small puddles on the ground.

Wen Xuan walked to a small puddle, knelt down and looked down. His reflection was clearly reflected in the water, and he stared blankly, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

He stood up and walked around in this hole. He saw the deep hole left after the demon's horn was taken out of the soil. He walked to the place where he confronted the female ghost. He walked to the edge of the cave and reached out to stroke the dark stone walls, guessing how much blood left in them. Finally he stopped in front of a puddle again, watching the reflection reflected in it.

Wen Xuan suddenly discovered what he was looking at.

He was looking at his face, looking at the facial features that were already surprisingly familiar.

While looking at his face, he recalled the female ghost he met at that time, recalled every look of the other person, recalled every change between the other's eyebrows, and gradually, he found that the two faces began to overlap. stand up.

Of course, there are many differences between him and her in appearance, but the more Wen Xuan looks at it, the more he cannot deny it. In the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, in places that may not be noticed at first glance, he and her are indeed real, and there is no Ignored similarity.

Wen Xuan thought about the last two lines of tears she shed, and the expression overlapped his face, making him almost think he had already shed tears.

It wasn't until his hands touched his eyes that he realized that it was just an illusion, and his tears did not flow out.

But it's almost the same.

Wen Xuan shook his head and retreated from the puddle hastily.

He could no longer deny, no more chances, no more deceiving himself. It's ridiculous that he still thinks that he must find the last evidence-but the iron proof is actually on his face, it's his face.

How similar, he and the female ghost. No, at this time he could no longer deny that it was his mother, the only mother he had seen this time since he was born!

Wen Xuan knelt and sat in the corner, and gradually curled up into a ball, his shoulders trembling involuntarily.

He wanted to calm down and sort out all this, but it was simply impossible. All this is like a bunch of flying mosquitoes spinning around in his mind, buzzing, and can't calm down.

Admit it, there is no way to deny it, he is the evil seed born after his mother was forced by the descendant of the demon, the devil-like sinful demon.

Sadness, anger, guilt, panic, unbelievable, self-rejection.

Wen Xuan couldn't tell which kind of emotion he had at this time. Many emotions erupted from the bottom of his heart. They couldn't restrain it at all. Mixing together would almost drive him crazy.

This fact brought him too great a blow, so many emotions in his heart, without exception, were all negative, making him unable to sustain himself.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Wen Xuan told himself that in fact, he should be happier. At least there is one thing to be happy about. He saw his mother.

According to the old man Qian, his mother had been guarding him during his lifetime. Even more than fifty years after his death, his mother is still attached to this world. Until earlier today, he came here and asked his mother to find him and let her know that he has grown so healthy and healthy. That's why the mother was so excited, and rushed to him desperately, just to hug her grown-up child.

In the end, the long-cherished wish was finally fulfilled. Isn't the mother really a Buddha? She was nowhere to be found. She was finally freed from that bleak life, leaving no regrets.

This is indeed a happy thing.

But ah, but since then, I have never seen it again.

He finally saw his mother for the first time, but it was the last time. He even hurt her with his body protection spirit!

Wen Xuan tried to find a glimmer of light in the negative emotions in his heart, and wanted to use that little joy to suppress all other emotions, and wanted to prevent himself from breaking down. But he failed. The only meeting with his mother in this life brought him more sadness than happiness.

He thought of the old Zhaoer that he had asked before. The reason why Zhao Laoer was reluctant to tell Wenxuan the facts was because he was thinking about his childhood friendship with his mother, in order to protect her mother's face. Just because the biggest stain in her mother's life was that she gave birth to him.

Wen Xuan hugged his head with both hands, and the door of the teeth trembled.

After an unknown period of time, he finally released his arms, supported his palm on the stone wall beside him, and barely stood up. He needs a support too much now. It's like a person standing on the edge of a cliff, already crumbling, but still unwilling to fall, grasping a rope eagerly. But when he looked at the stone wall, when he took his palm back and looked at his palm, he only felt blood stained on it.

"The monster caught the people in the town, shredded them, and stuffed them all in the hole. Half of the cave was filled with blood and flesh."

"It wants to feed its cub! That woman gave him a cub!"

Do not.

Do not!

Wen Xuan retreated back and forth, desperately staying away from the rock wall, fell to the ground in a hurry, but couldn't even get up, turned over and lay there, strangling his throat with his fingers.

Has he eaten?

When he was just born, during that period of time that he can't remember at all, did he eat it?

Wen Xuan only felt a churn in his stomach, desperately trying to spit out something, but could only retching constantly.

Whether he has eaten it or not, so many people have died because of him, and they have died in such a miserable state.

He thought of a nightmare that he often had when he was a child. At that time, he didn't know where he was, and he could only touch the things next to him. There was a very indescribable touch, mixed with thick and warm liquid, and it seemed that he could smell bursts of fishy smell.

Now Wen Xuan knew that it was his memory not long after he was born, the flesh and blood of those innocent people.

How, how...

Wen Xuan slammed his fist on the ground, stopping the trembling of his whole body. He tried again to get up, tried to get up. But when he raised his gaze and looked at everything in the cave, he only felt as if he saw a **** corpse.

He has never hated himself so much in his life.

He was finally going crazy by all this, and he screamed, fleeing, staggering towards the exit.

Wen Xuan can no longer stay in this cave, but after going out, where is his shelter? Is he going back to that town? Of course he has to go back to that town. But he didn't know how to face the townspeople.

In the boundless world, he suddenly felt that he had nowhere to stay.

When escaping from the cave, Wen Xuan did not know what he tripped over, and suddenly fell forward. He watched his face pat against the snow, but he didn't even have a struggle*.

What exactly is he? There was monster blood in him. In the past fifty years or so, in the face of this irrefutable fact, they all seemed fragile like a piece of paper.

But at this moment, someone gave him a hand.

Wen Xuan did not fall directly into the snow in the end. A person came from the snow, just at this moment, walked in front of him and caught him.

"Brother." The other party whispered in his ear.

Wen Xuan was stunned for a while. From such a soft call, he remembered who he was, and remembered that he was not just a kind of evil left by a monster. Then he slowly raised his head from the other's arms, fixed his unfocused eyes and looked for a long while, before finally recognizing it, "Jan... Junior Brother?"

"It's me." Jian Jian patted behind him, "Brother, it's me."

At the moment when he recognized the simplicity, Wen Xuan's first reaction was to look at the sky. The sky was already dark, showing a little bit of starlight. It was already midnight. Teenagers at this age should rest at this time, otherwise it will be bad for their health.

Simple is here. At this time, why does Simplicity appear in such a place?

This question just popped up in his mind, and as soon as he was about to speak and criticize, Wen Xuan thought of the only answer.

Naturally, I came to him specially.

"Sorry." Wen Xuan swallowed the accusation into his stomach, trying to get it out of his simple arms, "Am I worrying you?"

Simple but with a little more effort, he pushed Wen Xuan into his arms again.

This posture is a bit ridiculous, and it's not comfortable. The simple stature was not higher than Wen Xuan, and Wen Xuan fell into his arms at this time, in the same posture he had fallen into, with his waist bent.

The temperature from the chest made Wen Xuan calm down, and he leaned quietly.

"Junior Brother Jian," Wen Xuan remembered something, "you know everything about me, right?"

Nodded briefly, "Of course."

"It also includes..." Wen Xuan took a deep breath, "I'm not exactly a human being, is this matter?"

Simply tightened him tight, "I said I know all, that means knowing all."

"Really..." Wen Xuan lowered his eyes.

Yeah, he should have thought of it. There is such a person beside him, who knows everything about him, and he has known this ugly side for a long time. The person next to him, even if he knew all this, had always regarded Wen Xuan as Wen Xuan.

Wen Xuan gradually relaxed and escaped from the panic that was nowhere to go.

"Senior brother," Ji Jian apparently knew what happened to him at this time, and asked him softly, "Do you want to cry?"

Wen Xuan raised the corners of his mouth, "A little bit."

"Then cry." Jian Jian pressed the back of his head and stroked the hair there, "Leave all the embarrassment here. After you go out, you will still be you." He said these words seriously, and made up again. In one sentence, "I can lend you my shoulders."

Wen Xuan just wanted to laugh after hearing the last words of this ridiculous event.

"Junior Brother Jian," he still leaned on the simple shoulder, "you are so good." As he said, his hands were wrapped around the simple waist.

"I know." Jian was a little proud.

He knew that as long as he was here, it would be the greatest help to Wen Xuan.

Jian Jian's fingertips followed Wenxuan's black hair, from the back of his head to the back, like a cat.

All he knew was that he would always stand behind Wen Xuan. In the many moments in the future, as long as there is him, there will be no one behind Wen Xuan.

"Tired," Jian Jian said, "just rely on it."