Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

North of Nanchan Buzhou

Among the mountains

On a high peak, treacherous and complicated palaces are staggered and built facing the steep cliffs, with corridors connecting the main hall, and the eaves of all the pavilions pointing obliquely to the sky, amidst the solemnity, this Demon Monarch's mansion is quite arrogant. .

There was a man sitting under the promenade along the Shandian Pavilion, wearing a light blue loose gown, with mountains and rivers behind his back, his brows were somewhat warm and distant, and a beautiful jade foot with slender bones was dangling in the air.

He held a jade flute in his hand and played it in his hand, as if he was thinking, but he didn't stay entangled with this world... He didn't look like a devil at all.

With the sound of footsteps approaching, he squinted his eyes, and only then did he reveal a bit of evil spirit on his warm face.

"Shangjun...Shangjun Qianshan is awake," the Yaonu in a black dress knelt down and reported respectfully.

"Then I should go and have a look..." The man looked at the sky for a while, then slowly came down from the corridor, put away his jade flute, and held his head high, showing a bit of arrogance.

At the foot of the mountain, in front of the unremarkable lonely hall, a slender figure approached with a sword. The demon slave guarding in front of the hall knelt on the ground, pushed open the half-old gate, made a creaking sound, and changed into a bosom dressed in a snow-green brocade robe. Mr. Hai Hai walked into the hall with his hands behind his back and a cold expression on his face.

The demon slave stayed outside the door and still knelt, and stroked away the layers of gray gauze covering the sight in the hall with spiritual power, revealing the tall figure lying on the couch in the hall and the two black-clothed men kneeling beside the couch to take care of them. demon slave.

Huaihai glanced at the blood-stained clothes and pale face of the monster, "Didn't you say you're awake? Isn't this still unconscious?"

The demon slave guarding the side of the couch lowered his body, "Mr. Qianshan is seriously injured, and just fell asleep again."

There was silence in the hall for a while, several demon slaves knelt down, not even daring to breathe, quietly waiting for Huaihai to speak.

After a long time, the demon moved his steps and walked out of the hall, and said indifferently: "Let him come to see me when he wakes up, so that I don't have to come to see him for nothing..."

Huaihai Demon Lord left the lonely palace, and the demon slaves heaved a sigh of relief. The man in blood on the couch slowly opened his light-colored eyes, watched the disappearing figure move his fingers with difficulty, and said He chanted a name lightly, but no one heard him, his eyes were gradually buried by loss, and slowly closed again.

"Huaihai..."

Wucheng woke up with a start, more memories of these days after he was promoted to Golden Immortal were recovering, and he often dreamed about what happened at that time.

After waking up, he grasped the slender arms of the man behind him, took a quick breath, and looked around with wide-eyed eyes. Every table and chair was the scene of the two people's residence of Fengshenzong...not the ling Ran's mountain house.

"Huaihai...what's the matter?" A familiar voice sounded in his ears, with a bit of laziness and drowsiness, revealing a distant meaning of peace and tranquility, Wucheng just grasped his hands a little tighter, and said in a daze. He didn't speak, and the scene at that time was still rolling in his mind, unable to extricate himself.

"You like me? Hmph... Will Lord Qianshan be willing to break the contract with Sage Lord Chijiri and only have his heart for me from now on?"

He thought that the snow demon who had pursued him for a hundred years back then would definitely shrink back and go far...

After all, as a traitorous demon general, even if Chijiri is willing to let him go, he will have to bear the severe pain of scraping the bones and devouring the soul when the spirit contract is released, and may even be ecstasy due to the backlash of the soul contract... No one is so stupid...

He thought it was just a joke... But Liu Qianshan came again after seven days.

The snow demon appeared in front of him, covered in blood, except for the bloody coat, only a long sword was not returned to Chijiri...

Liu Qianshan smiled lightly, with hope in his eyes, stared at him intently, walked towards him step by step, slowly, kept calling his name, stretched out his hand towards him, as if wanting to hug him, but ...he took a step back.

The puzzlement and loss in the eyes of the Taoist who fell on the ground clearly magnified, Wucheng's breath was stagnant, he turned around with shaking hands and hugged him tightly, wanting to rub himself into Liu Qianshan's body, to tell him I love him, I want to go back to that time... to catch him steadily...

Why did you avoid it then?Why not catch him?Why……

Memories kept reappearing in his mind, the scene of Liu Qianshan falling at his feet, stabbing him so hard that he was about to cry out in pain...

"Qianshan... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Liu Qianshan stroked his slightly sweaty long hair, bowed his head and kissed, "Huaihai...don't be afraid...I don't blame you for those things...I depend on you, don't be afraid, I don't blame you... ..."

The person who always talked less tried to comfort him, Wucheng slowly raised his head, looked at the cold face of Taoist couple, raised his hand to touch it, and gradually calmed down, he was reluctant to let his eyes leave that face.

His mind was empty, and he asked a question that he had never dared to ask: "...Qianshan...why did you never think of leaving me?"

"I can't leave you because I like you...and I know that you like me too..."

Wucheng was silent for a while, then buried his head against Liu Qianshan's cold chest, listening to Liu Qianshan's strong heartbeat, his breathing was no longer short of breath, "Qianshan..."

"I'm... sleep, I'm watching you..."

The cold voice in other people's ears was very gentle in Wu Cheng's ears. He gently rubbed against the person, holding Liu Qianshan's fingers in his palm and refused to let go.

I spent so many years... just to confirm that this person will really not leave me?

If I had believed him from the very beginning...it would be great...not to be willful to him, not to torment him...can I do that...do it all over again...

Wucheng slowly closed his eyes in sleepiness, and he fell asleep for a while... The memories of those years quietly replaced the dreams.

In the remote and deserted palace, the Demon Lord Huaihai was drinking wine, and his newly recruited demon general looked at him... At first, the two were separated by a bamboo table, and finally their eyes met... getting closer and closer, until what none left...

Wucheng still remembers the strong love that the blending of limbs made him feel at that time... Qianshan was smiling, and that contented look made him feel very happy.

Wu Cheng curled the corners of his mouth in his dream, but soon frowned.

"Go down..." Ever since that night, Mr. Huaihaihai, the first thing he did every time he had a good time was to drive people out of the bed.

Liu Qianshan's gaze was full of loss and confusion, every time he was driven down, it seemed like he was having a good dream, but he always had to wake up.

Mr. Huaihaihai is always so indifferent, as if he is alone after the joy is over... as if he only wants the momentary joy brought to him by the other person's body in the bed, and then he is too lazy to give back even a sliver of love.

The night was getting darker, Liu Qianshan was leaning against the bed, looking fondly at Mr. Huaihai who was lying alone on the bed with light-colored eyes, paying attention to the shallow charm and deliberate alienation on the happy face. .

Snow Wolf quietly stretched out his hand to tuck in the quilt, and the beautiful Moxiu on the bed turned over, leaving an indifferent back and fell into a deep sleep...

Being left out in the cold again, Liu Qianshan slowly suppressed his shallow smile, not like being angry, but as calm as an object thrown down after use.

He silently lay beside the Mojun's bed and tucked in the quilt again, quietly guarding his side, staring at him tirelessly.

Liu Qianshan is a majestic demon king, in front of his sweetheart, he treats himself like a demon slave without freedom and dignity.

In the dark night, Huaihai turned his back to the Snow Demon and did not close his eyes. He stared at the wall coldly with a thoughtful expression...

He never believed how deep-rooted and firm the so-called love and obsession would be. His mother seemed to love his father so much back then, but didn't she leave in the end?

The so-called love...is all a lie between the beds, who can really hold their lives for this thing?Any oath, no matter how much you swear, it's all a lie, and you won't have to break your promise in the end.

If you want to leave, even if you have a soul bond, nothing will bind you.Things like being in love... are all fake... His father said he would wait for his mother to change his mind, so didn't he find another love afterward?

No matter how loyal love is, it will eventually collapse... Liu Qianshan's breathing came from behind, Huaihai closed his eyes, and tried his best to throw this monster out of his mind... He doesn't believe in love... let alone Liu Qianshan's ability Who to love forever.

He didn't want to cherish those unstable things, and even wanted to get away from him as soon as possible... Thoughts flashed across his heart, and he felt inexplicably reluctant.

He frowned, thinking to himself that sex in the bed is really irresistible, but...it's the same for another person, who is different from this kind of thing?No one is inseparable from anyone, he laughed at himself, and really wanted to see...how long can the demon behind him stick to his so-called infatuation...