Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

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The moment Xue Yang turned his back on Xiao Xingchen, he pulled out Shuanghua from his waist.

"..." Xiao Xingchen saw a flash of silver light, and the sharp blade of the sword sank into his abdomen. He coughed twice and choked out a mouthful of blood.

It's like retribution, he stabbed Xue Yang with a sword in the past, but now his soul body returned it in the same way, even the location of the wound should be about the same.But I don't know... who owes who this is.

A Yang, was he in such pain back then?

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xingchen didn't dodge, Xue Yang was stunned, his hand trembled slightly, and he didn't hold the sword.

Shuanghua was pulled out and fell to the ground, blood gushing out in large quantities.

In an instant, shattered thoughts poured into Xue Yang's mind like shards of glass, and the sharp corners pierced him with pain.

Whose past is this...

And who is screaming in his own head that this can't be done?

When he came back to his senses, Xue Yang saw Xiao Xingchen was treating his wound.It was treated, but it was just torn off the cloth strips and bandaged it briefly.

Xue Yang walked to his side, avoided his wound, hugged him from behind, and said, "I'm sorry..."

Xiao Xingchen froze, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling.

She had thought that his saying to follow her was a lie, but she hadn't thought that his words were just to coax her to let go of her guard and take the opportunity to take Shuanghua away.

"I'm sorry..." The soul body's apology continued to wrap Xiao Xingchen's arms tighter and tighter, until the last tone of voice was crying.

"...Forget it, I don't blame you." Xiao Xingchen sighed.

Xue Yang bit his lower lip, but felt his chest sink, and an inexplicable thought came to him: Daoist Priest, it would be great if you could say this to me at that time...

It was clearly an expectant tone, but it contained endless sadness.