Ku Rongti

Chu Deng thought about the scene of reuniting with Sang Shishi many times. It was nothing more than Sang Shishi telling himself his heart, and he was with him logically.

Or he told Sang Shiyi what he wanted first and made him believe it.

He never thought that Sang Shixi would apologize, he always felt that Sang Shixi was not wrong.

Chu Deng suddenly felt his throat dry, and he looked away unnaturally.

Why do you have to admit your mistake? You are clearly right, but the wrong person...is me.

Sang Shishi thought he was sad, panicked for a moment, and spoke incoherently: "I, I know I did something wrong back then, you, can you listen to my explanation?"

Seeing his cautious appearance, Chu Deng suddenly felt a little strange, his eleventh shouldn't be like this, he should bicker with himself, he should look at him with a straight face, and say mockingly about his usual laziness.

He shouldn't be... like this...

Xu is that the time is too quiet now, and the surrounding furnishings have not changed. He always thinks in a trance that they lived together in Liuyan Village when Eleven was a child.

Things are not people, things are... people are not...

"Sang Shishi!" Chu Deng suddenly slapped the table and stood up, startling Sang Shishi. He didn't understand how he had provoked Chu Deng again, so he didn't dare to say a word.

Seeing his useless appearance, Chu Deng felt angry for no reason.

Perhaps he is a bitch, and he likes to hear Sang Shishi talking about him and bickering with him.

The evening breeze was cool, blowing past, blowing the hair hanging from Chu Deng's temples, his handsome face was illuminated from behind, and Sang Shishi could not see the darkness and disappointment in his light-colored pupils.

In the end, he just sighed: "I know, it's not your fault."

Sang Shishi looked at him with some surprise, his chest filled with unspeakable joy.

Suddenly, he remembered Jinggu said that Chu Deng also liked him.

How is it possible, Sang Shixi thought.

He took out the jug and wine glass, poured two glasses of wine, and raised a glass to offer Chu Deng: "Chu Deng, this glass is toast to you, thank you for not blaming me."

He drank it all in one gulp, and Chu Deng did the same, pouring the strong wine into his throat without frowning.

Sang Shishi poured a second cup and raised it to respect him: "One more toast, thank you for teaching me back then."

After he drank it this time, Chu Deng didn't finish it right away, but held it up and shook it slightly, his eyes glistening like water.

"It's not in vain to teach you." After Chu Deng said this, he picked up the wine and drank it clean.

Sang Shishi poured a third cup.

"This glass, toast, to you..." Sang Shishi seemed to be holding on because he couldn't drink enough, before he finished speaking, he drank the wine in the glass angrily, and poured it on the table.

Chu Deng took a deep look at him, with a faint smile on his lips, and he also drank the wine in his glass.

In fact, Sang Shishi was not drunk at all. Just now he wanted to pretend to be drunk and express his thoughts. Even if Chu Deng refused to accept him, he could pretend not to remember when he woke up the next day.

But he just couldn't say it.

The third cup is toast to you, and I hope that I will have you by my side day and night.

May you be safe and happy in this life, and be as worry-free as before.

Chu Deng, I am pleased with you.

But in front of Chu Deng, Sang Shishi was still a little tender, Chu Deng thought helplessly, this kid didn't even pretend to be drunk.

Don't think he doesn't know, Liuli sent a message back then that when Chu Deng just went to Guiqin Valley, Sang Shishi went to his secret base every night to drink alone, and he was never drunk once!

What's more, who was drunk and collapsed on the table with his back so straight?

It's full of flaws!

But Chu Deng couldn't leave him alone here, so he helped Sang Shishi closer to the house and put him on the bed.

Chu Deng went back to the courtyard and sat down, picked up the glass that Sang Shiyi had just drank and poured himself wine.

There is no moon today, but there are stars twinkling in the sky, bright and bright, much more beautiful and lively than the clear and cold moon.

There are so many stars, and the crabapple trees planted by Chu Deng in the courtyard are sleeping with their buds closed.

One cup after another, Chu Deng drank until the sky suddenly broke, and the rays of light burst out from the east, stretching for thousands of miles, like a celestial road, leading directly to the Lingxiao Palace of the Nine Heavens.

Before the wine in the Qiankun pot was finished, the begonias in the courtyard had already opened their buds, and each blossom was as bright as clouds, and the rays of light were thousands of miles away, and the begonias were as bright as cinnabar.

When Sang Shishi came out, he happened to see Chu Deng shaking his teacup, the glow stretched thousands of miles behind him, and a crabapple fell and landed on his shoulder.

His heart was beating fast, and he was about to blurt out something, but he swallowed it with force.

But Chu Deng couldn't wait.

He was really tired of Sang Shiyi's timid and hesitant appearance.

Chu Deng stood up, strode over, grabbed Sang Shishi's wrist and pressed him against the wall.

He was aggressive: "do you really have nothing to say to me?"

Chu Deng reached out and pinched Sang Shishi's chin: "Be honest with me, huh?"

The ending of the last word rose, and Sang Shixi could only feel a fire burning in his heart, starting from his chest and burning all the way to his limbs and bones. The scorching heat penetrated his internal organs.

In front of him was the person he loved the most, whom he missed day and night and never dared to forget.

70 years is too long for him.

Even though he has already lived for 3000 years in the Mahayana, his days are like years.

The days without Chu Deng are boring, without any waves, black and white without color.

And as long as Chu Deng stands in his world, even if he doesn't do anything, his world will be full of colors and flowers.

His, Chu Deng...

Sang Shishi hugged Chu Deng, turned around and pressed him against the wall, nose to nose, breathing on each other's face.

Sang Shishi knew that the lips of the person in front of him were extremely soft. He had tasted that taste before, and he would never forget it again.

"Chu Deng." His voice was hoarse.

"Huh?" The voice that responded to him was lazy and provocative.

"I..." Chu Deng covered his mouth with his hand as soon as Sang Shiyi said a word, and Chu Deng blinked at him: "Of course I will say it first!"

He is not as coy as Sang Shishi, but straightforward: "I like you, Sang Shishi."

Sang Shishi really wanted to slap himself to see if this was a dream.

Chu Deng did it for him. He reached out and pinched Sang Shishi's face: "Does it hurt? Don't think about it, it's true. I really like you."

Sang Shishi was in a trance: "Can you say it again?"

Chu Deng said obediently: "I like you, Sang Shishi."

"Say it again." Sang Shixi said stubbornly.

"I like you, Sang Shishi."

"Can you say that again."

Chu Deng: "..."

Is this deaf?

He turned around and left, but was pulled suddenly, and his body fell into a warm embrace.

Sang Shishi hugged him, rubbed his lips against his ear, and murmured: "I like you too, I like you, Chu Deng."

Like talking to him, like talking to himself.

I am pleased with you, Chu Deng, I am pleased with you.

This sentence has been rolled between my lips and teeth countless times, and I can finally tell you.

Don't leave me, don't leave me in the future, okay?

Chu Deng smiled, and in his crooked eyes there was the radiance behind Sang Shishi, and the beauty of a crabapple tree.

There is countless tenderness.

Sang Shiyi finally got his wish and kissed Chu Deng's lips, after they connected with each other.

He is so upright, there is no need to hide and cover up, Chu Deng will know all about his intentions.

They must still have a long time, enough for Chu Deng to know how much Sang Shiyi loves him.

The child at that time lost all his vigor and sharpness, and the years have polished him to be calm and worn away all the edges and corners of his body.

With lips and teeth rolling, Sang Shishi reluctantly let go of Chu Deng.

Chu Deng was kissed so that his eyes were watery, his lips were bright, and his usually dull face became more colorful, he was so touching.

It turned out that Chu Deng had been waiting for him here and never left.

Chu Deng smiled and patted Sang Shishi's face: "I knew it, you will come back."

Sang Shishi kissed him on the face again, but Chu Deng's smile froze for a moment. He quickly pushed Sang Shishi away, and faced the door with a serious face: "Jing Gu."

Jing Gu, who had been standing there for an unknown amount of time, pursed his lips. He had come to settle accounts with Sang Shishi, but this kid actually colluded with Zhou Shanji!

As a result, he has been hiding from Zhou Shanji for a month.

Jing Gu had no choice but to find the culprit.

Zhou Shanji is boring, as hard as a stinky stone in a latrine, he obviously likes Jinggu, but he doesn't admit it, and he insists on chasing him and looking for him everywhere.

But no matter how much Jing Gu likes him, if Zhou Shanji refuses to express his feelings, Jing Gu will never take the initiative to speak out, and he also has his own stubbornness.

But Jing Gu never expected that the two of them made such rapid progress, and Sang Shishi couldn't hold back anymore.

In fact, it was Sang Shishi who couldn't hold back, it was clearly Chu Deng, the old and disrespectful master!

"Uncle Shi, I'm looking for Eleven." Jing Gu expressed his intentions frankly and without embarrassment when he was spotted peeping openly.

Sang Shishi, on the other hand, didn't know whether it was his thin skin or what, after seeing Jing Gu, he remembered that he had kissed Chu Deng just now, and made a big blush.

Seeing his blushing getting more and more interesting, Chu Deng reluctantly gave up the opportunity to tease him, went into the house by himself and left the place to Sang Shishi and Jing Gu.

Seeing that Chu Deng was leaving, Jing Gu grabbed Sang Shishi and dragged him out.

After going to the back mountain, Jing Gu immediately asked, "You told Zhou Shanji my whereabouts!?"

Sang Shixi didn't feel guilty at all: "Don't you know, you still ask me."

Jing Gu gritted his teeth and looked at him, released a puppet, the puppet moved extremely quickly, tied up Sang Shiyi's hands and feet and hung him to the tree.

Sang Shiyi apologized to him, and didn't struggle, but let Sheng Shuan loosen the rope a little, so as not to strangle himself.

Jing Gu snorted twice: "You hang here, when the master's anger subsides, when will he let you down!"

He left with the puppet, and Sang Shishi noticed that the puppet was unusual, exquisitely crafted, and a beautiful female puppet.

Although no soul was controlled by Jing Gu, the unusual living creature's breath on the puppet made Sang Shishi raise his eyebrows slightly.

That female puppet is none other than the ghost puppet Amber in the wooden ball given to Chu Deng by Sang Shiyi's father Jiang Qi.

Jing Gu took a lot of effort to break the seal of the wooden ball and take out Amber. Although Amber did not have his own consciousness as rumored, and he did not find any sky-high ascension skills in Amber, but this puppet is very good in all aspects. It is very easy to use, much better than the towel wine he bought back then.

A good puppeteer naturally needs a good puppet.

What's more, this thing is considered to be left to him by the master, so Jing Gu put a mark on Hu Po with peace of mind.

The ghost puppet Amber recognized its master so easily, if it got out, it might cause another bloodbath.

And these, Jing Gu didn't know.

Sang Shishi guessed that it was noon, so he cut the rope with the ups and downs, and was going to go back to cook for Chu Deng.

After such a long time, the old spirit should have dissipated.

Sang Shishi was about to go back, but suddenly his eyes froze, and many strands appeared like crazy ups and downs, condensed into a sword, and stabbed in one direction, the sword was extremely fierce!

The black sleeves blocked Sang Shishi's attack, his long snow-white hair was blown by the wind brought by the sword, and there was sadness on his beautiful face.

"Chu Yingtan!" Sang Shixi paused every word, gnashing his teeth.

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You guys...do you want Jinggu to receive a box lunch... If you don't say anything, it will be regarded as your acquiescence...