i know i'm sick

Chapter 14

Ming?Why don't you understand?I mean, everything I show you about me is fake. "

Yang Anning felt a huge pain, which was from the inside to the outside, slowly extending from the bottom of her heart to her limbs.Yang Anning asked: "Then your feelings for me... are also... fake?"

Ling Ran said: "Emotions? It's too late for me to hate you, how can I have feelings for you?"

Yang Anning felt dizzy, almost unable to stand up, he gasped for breath, the wave of pain almost drowned him.He didn't understand how a person who was still gluey yesterday turned so ruthless today.Yang Anning has never done heinous things, he has never been sorry to anyone, he does not know what he has done to make Ling Ran hate him so much, and even deceive him with his feelings.Scenes of the past flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. He tried his best to recall, but he couldn't see the slightest trace of deceit. The scenes with Ah Ning were all so sincere.Fake?How can it be?

Yang Anning looked at Ling Ran in pain, and said, "Ah Ning, I don't like you at all, are you lying to me now?"

Ling Ran held Yang Anning's face up with one finger, and said, "We've known each other for so long, the only thing I haven't lied to you is now."

Yang Anning slapped his hands away in a panic, and staggered back a few steps. He felt that the person in front of him was so strange that he had hardly known him before.Is this person still Aning?Yang Anning covered her chest and asked with difficulty, "Why?"

Why?Why are you lying to me?Why lie to my feelings?

Ling Ran looked at him coldly and said, "Because your mother is Miao Shanshan."

32.

Yang Anning's impression of his mother is still very clear.

In my memory, she was a gentle and kind woman, always standing silently behind his father, taking care of everything for him and his father, just like all the wives and mothers in this world, so ordinary, yet so important.

But now, they say, his mother is the saint of Xi Miao sect?

How can this be?

Yang Anning closed her eyes and said, "I don't believe it."

Ling Ran glanced at him sideways, and asked, "What don't you believe? Do you not believe that your mother is the saint of the Ximiao sect? Or do you not believe that your mother would apostate and elope, putting the holy sect in danger?"

Yang Anning held her hands tightly, her lips were pale.

Ling Ran said, "I'll prove it to you."

Following Ling Ran's words, someone came over with two crystal boxes.Ling Ran opened one of them, and there was a green thing inside, which looked like a worm, but it was completely shriveled, leaving only skin and bones.

Ling Ran said: "This is Gu King, who was awakened by exhausting my mother's blood back then. It's a pity..."

Ling Ran pulled it out with two fingers, and said: "Without the high priest's blood supply, even if he wakes up, he can only die slowly. Except for the high priest, no one can seal him again. He is like my mother, look With the life passing away from my body, there is nothing I can do. Tell me, before the Gu King dies, will he curse your mother?"

Yang Anning didn't speak, he looked straight at the Gu King in Ling Ran's hand, and felt a voice in his blood calling.This is the inheritance of the bloodline, even if Yang Anning doesn't know anything, the bloodline still allows him to immediately respond to the Gu King he should support.Yang Anning stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but Ling Ran put Gu King back into the crystal box, and closed the box with a "snap".

Yang Anning immediately came back to his senses. He looked at the crystal box with a complicated expression, not knowing how to explain the impulse just now.

Ling Ran opened another crystal box, inside was a green egg, like an opal, crystal clear and shining.Ling Ran said: "This is the egg of the Gu king, the only thing left by the Gu king. In the past of our Ximiao people, there was only one experience of the death of the Gu king. The high priest Hong En was exhausted to save the tribe, and he was too late. To keep your own blood, you can only transfer the blood of the high priest—transfer the blood of the high priest to your ancestors."

Ling Ran took the crystal box, held it with both hands, raised it in front of Yang Anning, and asked, "Do you want to know how the blood is transferred?"

Yang Anning pursed his lips tightly. What happened today has greatly exceeded his cognitive ability.The Ximiao religion, saintesses, Gu kings, bloodlines, these seemingly mysterious things actually have a real relationship with him.He wanted to deny it, but the roaring blood in his body made it impossible for him to deny it.The bloodline is like a mark engraved in his body, at this moment, it clearly reminds him that what Ling Ran said is true.

Ling Ran said: "The transfer of the blood of the high priest requires the death of the Gu king first, leaving behind the eggs of the Gu king. The high priest hatches the eggs of the Gu king with his own blood, and at the moment of the hatching of the Gu king, asks the heir to use his blood to support the Gu king. Inheritance of the bloodline of the high priest, from now on, Gu King no longer needs the bloodline of the original priest for support."

Ling Ran snorted coldly: "Miao Shanshan is not worthy to be the saint of my teaching, she and Yang Yan's bastard is even more unworthy. Back then, High Priest Hong En used half of his own blood to hatch the Gu king egg. I don't know you How much do you need?"

Yang Anning raised her head, looked at Ling Ran in disbelief, and asked, "Are you—wanting me to die?"

Ling Ran handed the crystal box to the person next to him, walked back to the seat, and said, "I don't want your life, as long as you can survive when the Gu king's egg hatches. I just want you to taste the pain my mother suffered. The pain, let you know what it's like to watch life go by from your body."

Several people appeared around Yang Anning, they grabbed Yang Anning and made him immobilized.Someone kicked his leg from behind, and Yang Anning fell to his knees as soon as his legs softened.The crystal box containing Gu King's eggs was placed under his wrist, a sharp knife cut the skin of his wrist, and the blood merged into a thin stream and dripped into the crystal box along the wrist.

Yang Anning's mind went blank, he looked at his wrist, where red liquid gushed out, but within a short while, Yang Anning's face was bloodless.He looked up at Ling Ran who was sitting on the seat, his eyes were full of confusion and sadness, and he said, "Ah Ning, I am not wrong."

Ling Ran couldn't see any expression on his face, he said: "Why are you not wrong? Your fault lies in the wrong birth. Who told your mother to be Miao Shanshan?"

The speed of the blood flow slowed down, from the initial trickle to dripping drop by drop, Yang Anning didn't know how much blood he bled, he lowered his head and looked at the Gu king egg in the crystal box, it was like an uneatable The stuffed monster absorbed all his blood.Yang Anning gradually lost his strength, even if no one was holding him down, he no longer struggled.Staring blankly at his wrist, he seemed to see his lost life.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Anning's body softened, and she fell to the ground.The blood flow was getting slower and slower, but it couldn't stop, as if someone supported his arm, and aimed his wrist at the Gu king's egg again.

Is this death?

Yang Anning raised his head with difficulty, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness.He tried to open his eyes wide, but still couldn't see clearly.He looked at Ling Ran, and now Ling Ran was just a vague outline in his eyes.Yang Anning exhausted her last strength and said, "Ah Ning, but I owe you nothing. My mother is dead, and death is like a lamp going out. Can't all the past be written off?"

Yang Anning thought he was speaking loudly, but these words were just hissing whispers in his throat. It is because Ling Ran has deep internal energy, and because he has been paying attention to him, he did not miss his words.

Ling Ran walked up to him, squatted down halfway, his eyes were erratic.Ling Ran said: "A write-off? It's easy to say. Miao Shanshan killed my mother. You are his son. Shouldn't you pay the debt when she dies?"

Yang Anning couldn't hold on any longer, the heartache of being deceived and let down, or the physical injury of dying, I don't know which one was more unbearable for him.He closed his eyes and let himself fall into the darkness.

33.

Yang Anning thought he was dead, but he was still alive.

He opened his eyes, and there was darkness in front of him.

There are walls on three sides, airtight, and the only side without walls is a row of rusty iron bars.

This is a prison cell, Yang Anning immediately realized.

His body was still weak, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

There is no need to think about everything before, it flooded into Yang Anning's mind almost the moment he woke up, his heart felt as if he was being pressed by a boulder, which made him breathless and almost passed out again.Until now, Yang Anning still has a sense of unreality.Everything happened so fast that he didn't have time to digest it, so he could only accept it passively.

Why do lovers who were still in love with each other yesterday become sworn enemies today?

Aning said that everything was a lie, but how could he pretend to be so real?Two full years, not two days and two months, but two years!Just hate?Those grievances and forbearances that cannot be asked, those excitements that get what they want, those sweet words, those inseparable physical entanglements, all of these are just deceitful disguises?Can someone really pretend to be in love with someone as if nothing had happened?

No, he doesn't believe it!

Yang Anning tried to get up, but his body was out of his control.

There was a sound of opening the door outside the cell, and someone walked in.The man stopped outside the cell door, looking at Yang Anning inside.Yang Anning heard him say: "You didn't die, life is really hard. The son of a traitor, tsk, it's really cheap for you." Then the man left.

Yang Anning fell asleep again.

There is no telling the time in the prison, but there is always a little bit of light from the kerosene lamp.Yang Anning woke up and fell asleep, fell asleep and woke up again.He lost so much blood that he didn't have the strength and energy to do anything other than sleep.

After he woke up, someone brought him food, and they left the cold food at the door of the cell, and ignored him.

Yang Anning wants to eat