The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Confused and confused, Stepping Xianjun tore off the girdle of the person under him, and his robes were scattered, revealing the traces of bruises underneath.He paused, as if he remembered something, his eyes were dark and hot, like two clumps of fire in the ashes.

After a while, Ta Xianjun closed his eyes and sighed: "That's all..." He also knew that if he did it again at this time, Chu Wanning might be separated by his flesh and blood.

"Today I will... forgive you..."

In this secluded tranquility, he finally let go of the person in his arms, and did not do anything too extreme.But he still lowered his head, with his Adam's apple twitching, and kissed his lover's brows and eyes, all the way down... Finally, when he fell to the neck, he took a bite with his white teeth.Then he straightened up and pulled up the man who was pressed by the table.

The porridge was cooked, bubbling and bubbling.

Stepping Xianjun arranged Chu Wanning's clothes clumsily, coughed lightly, his voice was still low, and there was still warmth: "The porridge is ready, go, take a bowl."

Although Chu Wanning was confused by him, but because he was usually moody, not to mention that he thought it was a dream, so he didn't get too deep into it.What's more, eating well is much more comfortable than looking for absurd pleasure, so I didn't say any more, and went to uncover the beech wood pot.

"Plentiful."

"...to kill you?"

Stepping Xianjun smiled and said: "You try."

Said and sat down at the table.

Although he really wanted to go over to see what Chu Wanning's porridge looked like, but the emperor's shelf still had to be upright, so he sat upright at the table like a dog, and put on a casual look.

However, when the porridge is really served, Ta Xianjun can't be careless——

The porridge was overcooked, and there was too much water in it, and the taste was neither salty nor bland. Even before he touched the spoon, he knew it was a familiar taste that he had never tasted again.

"Eat."

"..."

Ta Xianjun was fascinated by the small bowl in front of him for a long time. The soup spoon stirred in it, but he didn't put the porridge into his mouth.

Chu WanNing glanced at him: "If you don't eat it, you will be cold."

"……Oh."

The porridge was scooped up, brought to his lips, and hesitantly put it down again.

Chu Wanning finally felt his strangeness and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Ta Xianjun smiled, still evil and contemptuous, "The cooking is really bad, don't drink it."

"..."

"It's too stuffy here, I'm going out to get some air."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the untouched porridge bowl away, got up and walked towards the door by himself.When approaching the door, Chu Wanning's voice sounded behind him.

"If you don't drink." Chu Wanning's voice was very calm, which was tempered by his humiliation many times, "I will pour the whole pot."

Anyway, nine out of ten things he made for him were ruined.

It has been like this since the first Chaoshou who was knocked to the ground.

Ta Xianjun turned around all of a sudden: "Don't move!...I mean..." He coughed, hiding his gaffe, "Leave it first."

"What are you doing?"

"...don't worry about it."

He opened the door curtain and went out. When he reached the eaves, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

In fact, he was already a corpse, no matter how much he looked like a living person, he was different from a living person after all—he could no longer eat.

At that time, he committed suicide in Wushan Temple, and was used by the cold scale master to make a living dead.The Cold Scale Sacred Hand came to this world through the gap in time and space, but he was left in that dilapidated old world of mortals to do things according to the orders, and it was like this for nearly ten years.

In the ten years of this walking dead, he has not eaten anything again.But he wasn't a glutton at all, so he never felt any regrets about it.

Until today, when he was sitting in front of the bowl of porridge with egg flower and lean meat, he suddenly felt lost——

Why is he no longer alive.

He waited for so many years, and finally waited for so many days to get a Chu Wanning who completely belonged to him.

But he couldn't even drink a bowl of porridge that the man made with his own hands.

What does the porridge cooked by Chu Wanning taste like?

He stood under the tiles and closed his eyes to recall. After a long time, he suddenly raised his arms to cover his eyelashes. Pursed pale lips, and a slender chin.

Then he lowered his arms and opened his eyes, the tails of which were slightly red.

He has a bad memory and isn't very bright.If the tip of his tongue can still feel a little sour, sweet, bitter and salty, he may be able to regain his memories.But his bones and blood are cold, and his lips and teeth are tasteless.So even if the bowl of porridge was right in front of him, he couldn't remember what it was like.

He will never know again.

In the middle of the night, he went to find Shi Mei.

By the cold pool in front of the Temple of Sacrifice, that handsome and flawless man fiddled with the lingling spring with his bare feet, stirring up the star-like water.

Seeing him coming, the teacher raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he knew his purpose, and looked sneeringly: "It's such a beautiful day, I can't think that His Majesty the Emperor is not in the secret room to accompany Grandmaster Chu, so he has leisure to come to me."

Ta Xianjun didn't want to make a detour with him, so he asked directly: "Is there any way for you to make this seat the same as before?"

"..." Shi Mo glanced back and forth at him, "Although you are a living dead, the bed should not be affected."

"Didn't tell you that."

"Oh? Then which one are you talking about?"

"...Eat." Ta Xianjun said coldly, "I want to eat."

The teacher's eyes were dark, and he asked thoughtfully: "Doesn't the emperor want to eat that bowl of dragon chaoshou?"

"Except for my elder brother, no one in the world can do it well."

The teacher smiled: "It's rare, you can think of him today."

Ta Xianjun's memory of Shi Mei is messy and unstable, sometimes he can recall it, and sometimes he has no impression, but in general, most of the time he has no impression, so today when he heard him mention the word "shige", Shi Mei couldn't help but feel a little fresh.

He asked: "Hey, you hang out with Chu Wanning all day in Jiaoshan, why don't you think about your brother Mingjing?"

"..."

The so-called strangers face to face is probably the case.

After a while, Ta Xianjun said: "As you said, this body of this seat is too dark, and you should not see my senior brother before you get a new spiritual core. He is of the water attribute, and this seat would hurt him."

The teacher is not ashamed to lie at all: "It is true."

"So you asked Long Chaoshou what to do." Ta Xianjun looked at him coldly, "Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted."

The teacher smiled: "I'm just curious about what other food in this world besides Long Chaoshou will make the Emperor Taxian, who has tasted all the delicacies, never forget it."

"..."

"Why, don't you want to say it?"

"..."

"Then let me guess, is Master Chu cooking for you?"

Seeing Emperor Taxian's expression changed slightly, and his lips were slightly pursed, Shi Mo smiled and said: "I heard that Chu Zongshi, who is at the top of death and life, is a master at cooking, and he is best at cooking coke. You are really interesting, and you can swallow it." Go down."

Ta Xianjun's face became more and more serious: "You just say if there is any way, and there is no need to talk about other things."

"There must be a way, and I have already told you about it."

Stepping Xianjun frowned: "What is it?"

"The old way." Shi Mo said softly, "Obtain Master Mo's spiritual core as soon as possible, and exchange his spiritual core for you, and you will be exactly the same as before."

An orange flower floated over along the water, and Shi Mei's toes swept a little, sandwiching the white and fragrant flowers between the toes. Although Fang Fei was white, it was not as clear and delicate as Shi Mei's skin.

The teacher smiled and looked at the flower that was confined to his toes and could not continue to float, and said: "The two of us work together to get the spiritual core one day earlier, and I will get your complete power one day earlier. What about you? You can also eat what you want one day earlier.”

After a pause, he raised his downy eyelashes: "I see the person I've longed for."

"..."

"So cooperate with me more, Your Majesty the Emperor."

"Before you asked me to go to Guyueye to kill people, and later you asked me to summon Zhenlong's army to attack the summit of death and life. I have done all of these. How do you want me to cooperate with you? Just say it all at once."

The teacher clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay, it's really fun. In fact, there are not many things to ask you to do next, only the last one left."

"You said."

"Come with me to Tianyin Pavilion, our game of chess has come to the end, close the net."

When he said this, Ta Xianjun noticed a pigeon with golden tail feathers perched behind Shi Mo, which was the spirit bird sent by Tianyin Pavilion.

"Did Tianyin Pavilion send you a message?"

"Yes." Shi Mo stretched out two slender fingers, holding a thin piece of paper, "It's all good news, everything is going according to our plan. It's not fun to be a good person, and Master Mo wants to do it with all his spirit core." Protecting the peace of the real world, but no one will pay him off."

He smiled, twisted his fingers, and folded the letter into a paper butterfly in an instant, and threw it to Ta Xianjun.

"See for yourself."

"Don't look at it." Ta Xianjun took the paper butterfly, but didn't unfold it. He looked at the teacher with a pair of black eyes, "You just say, when to do it."

"Interrogation in three days. Execution in three days."

"Six days?"

Shi Mei caressed the wings of the golden-tailed carrier pigeon, his expression was very gentle, but suddenly a colorful three-cornered snake sprang out from his sleeve, bit the pigeon's neck like lightning, and swallowed the docile bird in an instant. belly.

All this is only in the flash, and there is no fluctuation on Shi Mei's face, as if he has long been used to it.

He smiled, brushed away a lingering feather, raised his head and said, "That's right, so let's stay in Jiaoshan for another three days, and then go to Tianyin Pavilion to wait."

The feather fell into the pool, and the ripples spread gently, shattering the reflections of the two men on the bank.

"His spiritual core will give you invincible power. In this way, everything you want will be available soon."

After this conversation, Ta Xianjun returned to the Jiaoshan secret room with a heavy heart.

Chu Wanning was in a bad mood. He seemed to be reading a book at first, but at the moment he fell asleep on the table, and a pair of white sleeves fluttered like the first snow.

He stood beside him and looked at him for a while. In fact, he was just such a man, a lonely lamp, and a volume of green books. He had traveled through the prosperity of the world, read the flowers and flowers, and had never seen any beauties.

What is Chu Wanning.

What catches your eyes.

He was thinking so gloomily, but his Adam's apple twitched, he bent down and embraced the man irresistibly, buried his cheek into the man's neck and sniffed.

"..." Chu Wanning was awakened by him and opened his eyes.The phoenix's eyes were confused and gentle at first, and then remembering the cruelty of the Emperor Taxian in front of him, his eyes suddenly became cold and sharp.

All these changes fell into the eyes of Ta Xianjun.The boredom and unwillingness in his heart became more and more like weeds growing wildly, and finally he couldn't bear it, and hugged Chu Wanning.

"What are you crazy about—uh!"

With a muffled grunt, the person was pushed against the wall.

Ta Xianjun kissed him passionately and desperately, from neck to lips, from lips to chin, he gasped in a low voice while asking: "Do you like me?"

"..."

"Chu Wanning, do you like me?"

"What are you doing? Why suddenly..."

But Ta Xianjun doesn't seem to want to know his answer, he just wants to ask this question, and it has nothing to do with him as to what the answer is.

Or maybe it's because no matter what the answer is, the way back is slim, and there is no turning back, so nothing will help.

"If I wasn't Emperor Taxian, I became a master like you, would you be willing to be with me? Would you be willing to treat me better?"

He bit Chu Wanning's neck for the last time, possessing it like a blood sucker.

It seems that only in this way can he prove that the person in his arms belongs to him, not Mo Weiyu who is completely different from him.

But the moment his eyelashes drooped, his voice became hoarse.

"Do you like him like that after all, more than me like this..."

"Mo Weiyu, what are you talking about!"

Yes, Chu Wanning's memory is confused at this time, only the memories of the previous life, no impression of this life.Naturally, he would not understand his nonsense.

Probably only at this time, he belongs to Emperor Taxian completely.

He suddenly felt very sad.

For some reason, there was even some proud misery in the voice.

Ta Xianjun lingered with his lover, and at the end, he asked softly: "If I take his spiritual core...will you hate me more?"

There is nothing more unsolvable than being denied by yourself.

Stepping Xianjun hugged the person in his arms.

"But you are originally from this seat..."

"Don't betray me."

When murmuring his selfish desires, he even felt desolate.

Probably after being alone for a long time, no matter how sharp a knife is, it will be blunted.

"Eight years. How long has he had you since he was reborn? How long have I been alone, waiting in another world of mortals."

Lonely Wushan Temple, wandering without acquaintance.

"Don't leave me for the second time.... The first time, I can die. But if you leave for the second time... I can't even choose death." Ta Xianjun frowned, Gloom and madness between the eyebrows, sadness and paranoia co-exist, "I won't be able to bear it..."