The wedding candles were extinguished for the first time. The red cloth was pulled down, and the character "Xi" was torn away. The spacious hall was deserted.

Only an oil lamp was lit at the end of the corridor. Its light was like a firefly's, swaying miserably in the cold wind.

The cold wind blew through the hall. The gauze covering the window frame tore open, revealing the vast night outside.

The Dream Realm was indeed illogical. One second, it was a bright and beautiful morning. The next, the moon was dark and the wind was strong. Dark clouds covered the sky and stars fell. It was so dark that one couldn't even see one's fingers.

"Where's Xie Heng?" Xie Ziyou asked anxiously.

He looked around anxiously. His five fingers were clenched, and his palms were covered in sweat.

The nameless flower could substitute the injury in the Dream Realm for the injury in reality. Vision's stab was deep and ruthless. Xie Ziyou saw blood gush out like water, dyeing the brown brocade robe a darker shade of black. It looked like a large blob of ink.

But before Xie Ziyou could rush forward, the scene suddenly changed.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing in the dim corridor.

Both sides extended into the darkness, and he couldn't see the end.

The heavy wind brought with it a low whistling sound. Xie Ziyou's vision blurred. The next moment, a slender figure gradually appeared at the end of the corridor.

His facial features were exquisite, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were shimmering. Even under the weak candlelight, it was difficult to hide his expression.

It was Vision "Xie Ziyou."

Vision was holding a person in his arms.

Rather than saying that he was dressed in black, it was better to say that he was a blurry shadow. His head was smooth like a big egg, and he wore a mask. His face was also covered by the shadow of the vermillion railings.

Vision "Xie Ziyou" was very intimate with him. He leaned on the shoulder of the black-clothed person. His posture was languid, and his eyes were full of love.

"I've never liked you," Vision said softly. Her voice was sweet, but her tone was emotionless. "I only got close to you to use you. It was all a lie."

Then, "Xie Ziyou" chuckled softly. She raised her hand and gently brushed her lips.

Her fingernails were sharp, and her fingertips were dyed with Yinhong Kodan, which was as gorgeous as blood.

… It was like a low-level magical version of Wang Wang, Wang Ziyou Cloud.

"You're just a substitute," Vision said with a smile. "You just look a little like my lover.

Now that the real master is back, your fake … is useless. "

Xie Ziyou suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the Vision.

A few meters away, Xie Heng was half-kneeling on the ground with a silver knife at his waist.

The blade had sunk deep into the saber, and only the hilt could be seen. Thick blood slowly flowed out from the exquisite carvings on the hilt. Drop by drop, the blood splashed onto the ground, creating beautiful flowers of blood.

Xie Heng's face was pale as he desperately raised his head.

He clenched his teeth so hard that they bled. Wisps of blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth, but they were ruthlessly wiped away, creating a large patch of scarlet.

The young man propped himself up with his elbows on the ground. The corners of his eyes were bloodshot and his eyes looked like they were about to split open.

He said fiercely, "Was your marriage with me a lie?"

Vision said casually, "What else could it be?"

"… But I'm sincere to you."

Traces of despair filled Xie Heng's eyes and brows. Grief and resentment supported him, allowing the youth to move his heavily injured body. Every step he took left a bloody footprint, leaving a clear mark on the bluestone ground.

"I'm sincere to you."

He repeated in a low voice, almost helpless. He gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "How am I inferior to him?"

"Is this the one — Guan Heng?!"

When the two words "Guan Heng" entered Xie Ziyou's ears, he almost trembled.

What was going on?

Xie Ziyou turned his head in confusion, and his eyes widened.

Not far away, as Xie Hengyi cursed, the black-clothed man slowly raised his hand and lifted the mask.

A face without facial features was revealed.

Although there were no facial features, there were two large words written where the eyes should have been. The word "Guan" was on the left, and the word "Heng" was on the right. The large red words were clearly engraved on the egg.

It was like a silent mockery.

Moreover, Close The Big Egg was not just a background character. He was an egg with a part to play.

Dark Shadow said slowly to Xie Heng coldly, "It doesn't matter if I'm better or worse than you. What's the point?"

He tilted his head slightly and grabbed the illusory Xie Ziyou's hand. The two of them intertwined their fingers and looked at each other lovingly.

"As long as You love me, I'm the best," Dark Shadow said. "Give up."

As if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, Xie Heng staggered a few steps. His face was ashen.

Xie Ziyou could not bear to listen to this anymore.

He rushed forward with all his might. At this moment, the invisible force that was blocking him in the dream quietly dissipated.

The youth rushed forward and almost could not stop in time. He crashed into Xie Heng.

Xie Ziyou stopped in time. He grabbed Xie Heng's collar and yelled, "Idiot, wake up. It's all fake!"

Xie Heng was pulled by him. He lowered his head in a daze, and his eyes were slightly dazed.

"Open your eyes and look carefully. I'm Xie Ziyou. The one over there is a fake!"

Xie Ziyou's long and narrow eyebrows slanted. He glared at Lê Lê with his peach blossom eyes and said fiercely, "You better wake up. Look at that guy over there — he's coquettish, feminine, and extremely ugly. Is this how you think of me?"

Xie Heng was dazed for a moment. His eyes gradually regained their focus.

He reached out his trembling hand and touched Xie Ziyou's sideburns. He stroked the youth's peach blossom eyes, as if he was trying to distinguish the real from the fake through the temperature under his palm.

Phantasm, who was at the end of the corridor, suddenly flicked his sleeves and sneered.

"How pitiful," he said.

His voice was Xie Ziyou's clear voice. His tone was also like Xie Ziyou's disdainful tone. His posture and expression were exactly the same as Xie Ziyou's arrogance.

Phantasm put his hands behind his back and sighed. "Xie Heng, you can't accept reality. You actually came up with a Vision to comfort yourself. I really feel sorry for you."

"Grief is real, but joy is fake. Pain is real, but being well is fake. Betrayal is real, but being together is fake."

His tone gradually became sharp and aggressive. He paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "The world is like this — Xie Heng, can't you tell?"

Like Hwang Jong-dae Rok, he was solemn and dignified.

It was clearly a corridor that extended in all directions, but his voice echoed in all directions. In an instant, there were harsh shouts from all directions. The pale gauze curtain fluttered in the wind. The night wind was mournful, and there was the sound of muffled thunder in the distance.

Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth and helped Xie Heng up. However, he felt that the young man's arm on his shoulder was slightly stiff.

Damn it, did this bastard believe it?

In this world, there was no official relationship. Why did it feel like Xie Heng's IQ had dropped?

"You, come here!"

Xie Ziyou tiptoed slightly and put his arm around Xie Heng's neck. He pressed on the young man's broad shoulders, raised his head angrily, and kissed Xie Heng on the lips.

He kissed Xie Heng eagerly and forcefully, leaving a pool of water on the corner of his lips. The kiss was loud and clear, echoing in the empty corridor.

Xie Heng's dark eyes widened slightly, and he was stunned for a few seconds. He slowly raised his right hand and touched his lips with the tip of his index finger — there was a faint trace of moist and warm moisture.

Xie Ziyou's ears turned red, and he quickly wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

After wiping away the water stains, he grabbed Xie Heng's wrist and half-forced Xie Heng's palm. He pried open Xie Heng's five curled fingers one by one, grabbed the young man's Fair Complexion and well-defined hand, and pressed it to the side of his face.

"Can you feel it?" Xie Ziyou said fiercely, "It's hot."

Xie Heng's fingertips trembled.

His fingers were long and slender, and his palm touched Xie Ziyou's delicate cheek. His fingertips just happened to touch Xie Ziyou's jade-like earlobe, which was yingbai.

It was small, soft, and slightly red, like the color of rouge on porcelain enamel. The slightly hot temperature was unusually clear, and it traveled along the nerves and arteries of his fingertips to the tip of his heart, almost burning his chest.

Xie Ziyou's face and ears turned red. He grabbed Xie Heng's hand and slid it down his cheek and neck, and finally covered his heart.

"You're so stupid," he scolded angrily. "Aren't your ears very sharp?

Listen carefully. They're jumping and moving inside. They're alive! "

"I'm the real Xie Ziyou. I like you!"

Xie Heng's heart trembled violently!

A large cloud of fog rolled in his eyes like surging waves and a boundless sea of clouds.

The fog was impacted, and it shook violently in the young man's eyes. It was as if something was struggling to break free from its shackles and was about to come out.

Phantasm suddenly let out a loud snort.

"Too clumsy," he said coldly.

Dark Shadow walked slowly with him. Phantasm raised his finger and pointed at Xie Ziyou. His voice was as cold as ice. "He likes you?

Are you going to lie to yourself like this? "

Xie Ziyou was angry at the sight of this impostor. He said angrily, "I just like him. It's none of your business."

"Everything has its own cause and effect."

Phantasm ignored the angry Xie Ziyou and stared at Xie Heng. He said softly, "If he really likes you, why did he take your Sword Bone?"

"… I was deceived!"

Phantasm sneered. "Deceived? What a good excuse.

Xie Heng, ask yourself honestly. How trustworthy are your words? "

"… Fine. Even if I took your Sword Bone, I regret it now. Can't I?

Can't a prodigal son repent? "

Phantasm said, "Are you repenting, or do you have other motives?"

"What do I want?"

Xie Ziyou was furious. He grabbed Xie Heng's collar and shook him violently. "I got your Sword Bone, and you've been kicked out of the Xie family. You're in such dire straits. What else can I want from you?"

"Who knows?" Phantasm chuckled. "Maybe … the Xuanling Sect?"

Xie Ziyou was speechless.

F * ck!

Is this Phantasm suffering from persecutory delusions?

What made Xie Ziyou even more furious was that after hearing Phantasm's words, Xie Heng began to sway. The mist in his eyes took over again, and the momentary vigor was suppressed. His eyes gradually returned to their previous empty and lifeless state.

Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth and thought, 'I've already made my move, but this person still doesn't believe me?

Is being liked by me a ridiculous thing?

Can't you be a little more confident in yourself? '

Phantasm laughed loudly.

The eerie laughter drifted in the boundless darkness of the night. The long corridor was gloomy, and the candles on both sides were weak, almost extinguished. Smoke curled up, and the curtains danced in the air like white silk, misty and distant.

The bloodstain on Xie Heng's waist was still expanding. It was dark and ghastly.

Xie Ziyou's nose smelled the pungent smell of blood, and he became even more anxious.

He gritted his teeth and thought to himself, 'I don't care anymore. I'll just give it a try.' Thus, he grabbed Xie Heng's sleeve and pulled him closer. He took a deep breath and shouted in Xie Heng's ear, "Xie Heng, the fact that you used the Sword Bone to spy on us has been exposed!

"Xie Ziyou is coming. He's going to skin you alive!"

Xie Heng's body trembled.

In an instant, a bright light appeared from the depths of the young man's eyes. It broke through the mist and the scorching sun as it leaped up the slope.