After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

soul pool

Thick fog filled the air, and tiny drops of rain fell into the pond, causing small ripples and then disappearing in an instant.

The raised soul body is still very fragile and can only continue to grow by being nourished by the soul pool. In the center of the soul pool stands a red lotus, which is the connection for soul body nourishment. The lotus petals are blooming and the yellow pistils are tender. In the fog, the water of the soul pond lingers around.

Ning Yi fell asleep for a long time.

But when he opened his eyes, the pain of being bruised and ashes still felt like yesterday. His chest was cut open by a sharp sword, and the surging blood poured into his nose. His eyes were blurred, and he could only hear the constant sounds of fighting around him, and blood and flesh flying everywhere. Cries of terror.

At the last moment, he could only catch a glimpse of a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, with slender black eyebrows, slightly drooped ends, long and narrow eyes, light-colored pupils, and cold and charming eyes.

Those eyes that were always covered with water-colored eyes showed no fluctuation at all, and there was only the pleasure and killing of revenge hidden under the calmness.

Ning Yi always wanted to ask him.

Brother, do you really hate me that much?

The chill was biting to the bone, and the past was like flying catkins, covering him in the dust, and he could no longer recall it.

…………

In the Hall of Chen Jing, there are layers of red gauze. A woman is reclining on a soft couch, her hands are painted with alchemy, and her fingers are as white as onions. She holds her temples, her head is full of pearls, and her steps are graceful. The maid kneels down and gently shakes her fan. The red yarn flutters.

"Yi'er, your father will return to the palace tomorrow, and your uncle will accompany him. Remember to pay him a visit, so as not to let the friendship become estranged."

The woman was teasing a bird with bright feathers in a gilt birdcage and was feeding it with food. Her brows were weary. The jade bracelet on her wrist was as condensed as ice, which complemented her aura. Ning Yi was absentmindedly using a porcelain spoon. Scooping the ice cream in the bowl, he accepted them all without making any excuses.

He didn't stay for long. When he left the palace, the chamberlain held an umbrella for him and said attentively: "Your Highness, I'm afraid the rain will be heavy soon. How about we go back to the palace first."

Ning Yi stood under the eaves in front of the palace for a while, raised his hand to take the umbrella handle from the chamberlain's hand, and stepped into the standing water with his black gold boots without looking back:

"You go back first, I'll go for a walk and relax."

The chamberlain saw him walking away and hesitated to speak. Then he looked back at Chen Jingdian, but in the end he didn't open his mouth to stop him.

Ning Yi is so distracted.

He was clearly looking for misfortune on his mother-in-law again.

The palace passages were wet from the rain, and the moisture reflected the moisture. There was no sunlight behind the palace, making it even darker and damper.

Ning Yi turned into a long and narrow palace road with ease. The raindrops were dripping on the eaves, and spattered water splashed on the umbrella. It was not until she turned into a dilapidated side courtyard that she closed the umbrella and placed it casually on the edge of the courtyard. The door to the courtyard was not locked, so he pushed it in easily. He was caught in the rain and entered the main room.

The room was dark during the day, and the furnishings were simple, with only a dusty low table and a few wooden benches. Ning Yi entered the room and saw the figure sitting on the bed with his back almost at a glance.

He only wears the simplest bamboo green clothes, half-stretched to his waist and held loosely in the crook of his arms. His waist is slender, his muscles are tight and thin, his shoulders are wide and his waist is narrow, his waist is well-proportioned and beautiful, and his back is white and stacked. There were some scars on his face, and his long hair hanging down his back was pulled up to one side in front of him. He lowered his head and tore the gauze around his waist. He held one end of the gauze in his mouth and tore it into two pieces with a sharp sound. After wrapping it a few times, he tied it skillfully with a knot.

They say don't look at anything inappropriate, but Ning Yi had no intention of avoiding him. He just leaned against the door and looked at her, arms folded, unable to see his expression clearly against the light.

The man touched the jar of ointment again and was not prepared to pay any attention to it. He unscrewed the jar and was about to apply the ointment, but his hand was grabbed from behind. Ning Yi stood behind him, holding his thin wrist bones and holding them gently. He shook his head and spoke in a gentle tone:

"I'll do it, bro."

Chu Yitang's hand was held by him, his face was very cold. He just put the jar on his knees and uttered two words coldly:

"release."

Ning Yi turned a deaf ear and reached over his shoulder to pick up the jar in his hand. He smelled it again and frowned:

"I'll have someone bring a can of it to you another day, so don't use this."

Chu Yitang looked away, with obvious disgust in his eyes. The hands on his sides were clenched so tightly that even the veins were prominent. He barely suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and turned his head without speaking.

Ning Yi didn't see this, only knowing that Chu Yitang didn't make any more noise. He sat down on the couch and applied medicine to several new wounds on his back. He picked up the milky white ointment with his fingertips and applied it to the wounds, then covered them with heat to melt them. When opened, it feels very smooth on the skin.

"Brother, it won't hurt if you apply it."

Ning Yi focused on the several wounds on his back. They were pulled out and they were not too deep, but they were still quite shocking. Chu Yitang's skin was white, and the superposition of the wounds made it even more shocking.

He said something incomprehensible. Chu Yitang pretended not to hear and simply pulled up one side of his clothes. Ning Yi paused and said in confusion:

"It's not finished yet, brother, why don't you wipe the other side?"

"I'd rather die of pain."

Chu Yitang was too lazy to waste time with him. He held the edge of the bed and was about to get up, but Ning Yi suddenly used force to grab his wrist. He used force to drag Chu Yitang down. Chu Yitang was caught off guard and was caught by him. His feet were unstable and heavy. The ground was falling, and Ning Yi stretched out his arms to catch him. He got what he wanted and took the person firmly into his arms.

Ning Yi put one hand around his waist and held his face with the other, smiling. His nose twitched, he leaned close to Chu Yitang's neck and lowered his voice:

"Brother, you smell so good."

His tug was too heavy, and when he fell, the wound wrapped in gauze on his waist hit his knee. Chu Yitang's face turned pale at that time. He gritted his teeth and groaned in his throat. The wound on his waist collapsed, and he Unable to breathe, I could only turn my head to the side in disgust and said in a deep voice:

"Ning Yi, get out of my room!"

Ning Yi pretended to be deaf and dumb, clasped his hand tighter, and rubbed the flesh on his waist affectionately. His skin was bare and white. If he had been more careful, the marks would have taken several days to disappear.

Ning Yi knew this very early.

He smelled the light fragrance in Chu Yitang's hair, pinched his chin with his other hand, and couldn't help but think about what his mother said.

Condescending and hateful and jealous.

"He is a disaster. He has such an appearance and is as mean as a fox."

"Just like his mother-in-law, she is annoying."

Even if Chu Yitang's face is so cold, there is no fault in the handsomeness. She is extremely beautiful, and her eyes are full of emotion. Just looking at her makes people feel charming. The charm is reflected in the corners of her eyebrows and her neck is exposed as if she is dying. cranes, the scenery is intoxicating.

Ning Yi used her fingers to twist a lock of his black hair. When she let go, it slipped away like water and fell into the half-open clothes. It was very cold. He looked at his slightly bloodless lips and stroked them lovingly. His cheek.

"Brother, you are always so cruel to me."

"Do you hate me, brother?"

Ning Yi looked a little hurt, and Chu Yitang closed his eyes, not wanting to see his coquettish behavior anymore. He just wanted to sneer, and wanted to tell him that of course he hated him, and hated him so much that he wanted him to die immediately in front of his eyes.

But he can't do anything now. He can only endure. Only by enduring until that moment can he take his life and prevent him from living or dying.

There was a thick look of death in Chu Yitang's eyes. He curled his fingers and regarded all of this as a nightmare.

An endless nightmare that has bound him for nearly ten thousand years.