【Ghost Angel】East Of Eden

next to the temple.The messenger moved his eyes to search, and finally locked on the tree in front of the temple gate.

The branches that should have been bare were full of fresh flowers at this time, and a lot of them were blown away by the strong wind just now, but the flowers left on the tree at this moment are also very surprising and beautiful.

But the Messenger's attention was not here.

He felt his legs go numb, and all the petals in his hands fell to the ground.

In such an early winter season, who else in this world can make a half-dead tree bloom.

I can't remember the process of returning home clearly. The moment I was shocked, he was in estrus for nine years. At this time, he found him involuntarily. His eyes were a little out of focus, but he could basically judge where he was at the moment. It's my living room.The messenger shook his head, forcibly regaining a trace of consciousness, he leaned on the wall and walked towards his room, where all the medicine he had prepared to survive the nine-year estrus period was inside.

But the reality didn't allow him to insist on walking to the room. After a shock in his spine, he fell forward with weak legs.

During the second he fell, he thought about a lot of things. He thought about how long it would take him to survive this estrus period. He thought about where he would go to find the ghost who had returned. Go home, why is that person not by my side at this time.

Thinking about it, he felt aggrieved. He didn't feel sad after waiting for nine years, but he felt unprecedentedly lonely when an Omega needed his Alpha the most.

The imaginary impact and pain did not strike for a long time, and the messenger's body was already a little unable to perceive other things except the heat, but the feeling of pain should be obvious.He opened his eyes to see what happened. At that moment, an idea actually took shape in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it. Before he was finally willing to muster up the courage to face the reality, the smell of flowers and wine The lingering smell entered his nostrils first.

The messenger opened his eyes.

In sight, the ghost grinned at him with its chapped and bleeding mouth: "Did you miss me?"

The messenger blinked his eyes, his mind was still a little unclear, but his body instinctively reacted one step faster than his mind.He jumped up directly from the ghost's arms and wrapped his arms around the other's neck. After pressing the other party against the wall, he directly pressed the other party's dry, astringent mouth stained with blood and dust.

His condition is already very bad, but now he finally understands that his sudden estrus period is due to the return of the ghost. At this moment, he doesn't want to know how the other party came back. He only knows that he urgently needs the warmth of the other party. He needs to be kissed, he needs to be comforted, he needs to be touched from the heart and love to be told by himself.

The ghost very face-savingly allowed the messenger to press himself against the wall and gnaw his lips indiscriminately, even though the other party was simply unable to support himself and hung his entire body on him.He actually wanted to drink a few sips of water, but the envoy's proactive appearance was too tempting and nostalgic. At this moment, he would rather lick the blood on his lips than let go of the person in his arms.

The emissary realized strangely that he was actually not sober. After he started kissing, he couldn't even see the ghost's face clearly. Then he felt a hand caressing his glands, and in the next second his whole body was covered with strong Surrounded by the taste of buckwheat wine, it is the taste in his dreams, the taste he has been pursuing, and the taste that can make him feel at ease no matter when and where.

The messenger opened his eyes, his state was relieved by the smell of ghost pheromone, and he was finally able to face this fact in a normal awake state.It was only when he saw the ghost head-on again that he noticed the haggard and exhausted face of the other party, as well as the military uniform that the other party was incompatible with modern times, and the frizzy long hair that seemed a little funny the more he looked at it.

How could he fail to recognize this appearance, this is the most appearance left to him by the general who was born and died for him. The man rode out of the city with such a posture, and he will never recover from then on.

"Jin Xin..." the messenger called out the name in a low voice, his voice hoarse with lust, and his body trembling with excitement.

Aware of the envoy's uneasiness, the ghost grabbed the envoy's hand and touched his chest. There was nothing there, only a heart that kept beating with affection.Then he said, "The minister is here."

The minister is here.

This is what Wang Li has been waiting for for so long.

If God could have given them a chance back then, given Wang Li a chance to get a response as long as he called Jin Xin's name, and given them a chance to treat each other sincerely, would everything have been different?

The messenger grabbed the ghost's skirt tightly, and then firmly looked into the ghost's eyes, those eyes suddenly overlapped with the scene in his dream, so pure and profound, without any extra emotion, just silently proclaiming I will stand behind you.

"900 years ago, did you have something to say to me?" The messenger's voice became urgent, "Did you have something very important."

The ghost's expression seemed a little stunned, as if he didn't expect the messenger to ask such a question at this time, but he still replied obediently: "Yes. In the end I chose to come back just to tell you that sentence."

"What is it?"

The ghost didn't want to answer, but at this moment he felt that the timing couldn't be better.He owed the envoy in front of him nine years of time, which is the same as what he failed to say for 900 years.

"I know what kind of world Wang Li lives in, but the road to the monarch is so long, I can't reach it after all. He always thinks that he is the only one in this world, and he always thinks that there is no one in this world." love him."

"But, at least, from your half-brother, from your wife and my sister."

"From me who guarded your Goryeo."

The ghost raised his hand to caress the messenger's cheek, his expression became calm and gentle.

"You all got love."

He said "you", no longer "Wang Li".

That's right, this is what Wang Li has been looking forward to, waiting and wanting to hear. The moment Jin Xin died, he knew that he was wrong. He thought that Jin Xin never cared about him, but never It is expected that Jin Xin is the one who is willing to give his life for him.

Wang Li always presumptuously lives in the world he built, thinking that as long as he can see the world clearly, he can see everyone clearly, but he is completely wrong, and he loses completely.

If he had had enough patience to wait for the day when Jin Xin confessed to him, if he had given enough trust to his general, if he had been a little bit brave back then, if he had believed that the world would not It's just that he is struggling alone, will everything be different again?

"Jin Xin." The messenger once again called the person in front of him by this title, with an erratic but decisive tone, "Mark me forever."

"This is imperial order."

Once the word "Yu Ming" is put on the table, it is like God's will, which is helpless. It is like a poison and an antidote. Sometimes it is like quenching thirst with poison, and sometimes it is like a new life.

In Zengshi, Jin Xin and Wang Li didn't meet often, but Yu Ming heard about it twice.

Once for him to leave, and once for him to die.

It has never been like this before, using such a strong method to bring the distance between the two of them closer to the limit. This is the order he is most willing to accept.

The ghost smiled and said, "Don't you need me to cut your hair?"

"The general is so handsome."

The ghost turned around and pressed the emissary against the wall. Due to the inability to stand on his legs, the ghost was a bit taller than the emissary at this moment. When he pressed the other party against the corner, he felt an indescribable sense of possession and satisfaction.

"To offend His Majesty so much today, I deserve death."

Ah, a very familiar sentence, I seem to have heard it somewhere recently.But the ghost's kiss came down immediately, and the emissary who was aroused again had no extra thoughts to think about. He devoted himself to the love that the ghost gave him, and he could feel the ghost's love for him exactly. His affection.

He deserves to die.

Only this time, he fell with him.

He deserved to die.

End.

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