After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

"I should have killed you a long time ago." After a while, Chang Qing said again.

Yao Xianxian leaned against the cold door frame softly, and smiled: "You won't kill me... Otherwise, what will the cat do? You see, you know very well that if the cat comes back from the dead, it will inevitably cause infinite pain. Future troubles, but you are still reluctant to let him die." The weird tone gradually dropped, and then Xianxian added, "Naturally, I am also reluctant..."

The two were silent for a while.

Chang Qing closed the hood, hunched over, and walked slowly towards the back door.

In front of Yao Xianxian, Chang Qing's unpredictable aura made him seem a bit intimidating, but now he is walking in the night, and when he suddenly looks over, he looks like an ordinary old man...even compared to ordinary The old man is even thinner and older.

In just a few steps, his back was completely engulfed by darkness.

A mocking smile suddenly appeared on Yao Xianxian's lips.It's not that he didn't know that what Chang Qing said just now sounded like a threat—in fact, it was that person who had solidly killed him.

And Yao Xianxian himself knew that with his current situation, if Chang Qing really wanted to kill him, he would be able to kill him.But Yao Xianxian just likes to uncover Chang Qing's scar like just now, and sprinkle salt on the bloody and deep bone wound very freely...

And so to do so, in the final analysis, it is still jealousy.

Those two people in Wangyou Valley back then were such a match made in heaven, they were inseparable, even the sworn oath that made people laugh to death, after being said by those two people, it seemed to come true.

Back then, Lin Mao's beauty was not inferior to today's, but his personality was far more vivid and lively than now. Every gesture, every look in his eyes and brows showed a clear love for Chang Qing.At that time, Chang Qing was even more handsome, powerful in martial arts, spending money like water, and arrogant.

Who would have thought that after decades, these two people would end up in such a situation where they met each other and did not know each other...

【However, compared to Chang Qing, the funniest person is...】

It was Yao Xianxian himself.

After all, Lin Mao still thinks about Changqing decades later.

The bad-tempered little junior sister from Nanjiang back then was nothing more than an ordinary old friend with a thin appearance in memory.

And when it comes to things like "meeting each other but not knowing each other"...

The sarcasm in Yao Xianxian's smile gave Chang Qing two points, and the remaining eight points were directed at himself.He turned around, closed the door, and walked to Lin Mao's bed step by step.

The latter showed a faint pained expression, and turned over unconsciously under Yao Xianxian's scorching gaze, and his slender body couldn't help shrinking towards the corner of the wall.Obviously Lin Mao is not in a coma at this time, but in a dream...already about to wake up.

Yao Xianxian knew this clearly.Not only that, he also knew that at the other end of the room, Chang Xiaoqing might wake up at any time after taking the medicine, but none of this prevented him from slowly leaning forward, and pressing his cold and bright red lips to Lin Mao's cheek above.

"Cat...my cat brother..."

Yao Xianxian whispered softly, and two drops of tears fell from his pair of golden pupils.

"I like you so much..."

As he spoke, he sobbed sadly.

Tears and snot flowed all over his face, so he wiped it carelessly with his cuffs. As a result, when the sleeves fell off his face, the sleeves were already white, and the thick layer of powder that had been applied on his face before was mottled and peeled off. Not a lot.

Under the white powder, a little bit of Yao Xianxian's real appearance was revealed.Pale and slightly blue face, cheekbones and mouth, but it is not the smooth skin that ordinary people should have, with layers of fine diamond-shaped scales.

Yao Xianxian wiped away his tears, accidentally touched the thin scales on his face, and almost screamed.

Seeing that Lin Mao was about to wake up, he didn't dare to delay any longer. He quickly took out a large bag of gouache and rouge from under the bed, hid in a corner, and quickly patted, stroked and kneaded his face.When things on his face were done, he saw his shoulders shrugged again, and there were a few crackling sounds in his joints and meridians, and his figure shrank in a circle for no reason.

After Yao Xianxian finally came out from the shadow of the corner, the tall young man with a snake tail was gone long ago, replaced by a petite girl—it was Yao Xiaohua.

I'm afraid Lin Mao never imagined that the two women who have been around him for the longest time in his life are actually the same person.

Moreover, these two women are actually men.

Yao Xianxian's identity more than 20 years ago was the hostage sent to Wangyou Valley by the Poison King of Southern Border, that is Lin Mao's unruly and willful junior sister.

And the identity more than 20 years later is the daughter of Orion's family who came down from Sanlizhuang, and accidentally broke into Wangyou Valley by mistake.

Back then, when the Poison King of Southern Border sent people to the Valley of Worry, he knew very well that this trip would be fatal—he couldn't bear to send the real saint of the clan to the devil's lair, and it just so happened that he had another extremely unpleasant... younger son.

This son was born between him and an ordinary peasant woman outside the mountains, and his blood was not pure.Among the Mahoraga clan, the abnormal appearance of the human body and snake tail is the most important. If someone in the tribe fails to show the appearance of a snake before the age of ten, he will naturally be regarded as an inferior person and will not be regarded as a member of the clan. .

Back then, Yao Xianxian was still a fair and lovely ordinary child until he was about 12 years old.

The Poison King of Southern Border has always boasted that he has the pure blood of Mahoraga, but he gave birth to such a bastard with impure blood.

When the Xiaoyaozi asked him for the holy girl as a hostage, the Poison King of Nanjiang made a decisive decision and asked his least favorite youngest son to practice soft bone art, disguised as the young girl and sent him to Wangyou Valley.

Unexpectedly, in the end, only Yao Xianxian survived.

Not only did he survive, he was also on the verge of death during the chaos in Wangyou Valley that year - when he came back to life, he already had the appearance of a snake.

He finally became the appearance he admired most when he was a child, but he no longer dared to show his true face in front of his beloved.

Yao Xianxian caressed his face vainly, with a half-smile on his face.

"Look, Brother Maoer, you said you would always remember me...but you never recognized me..."

Yao Xianxian leaned close to Lin Mao's ear and whispered, the tip of his tongue licked Lin Mao's ear from top to bottom.

"But it doesn't matter... I remember what you said back then..."

His breathing gradually became rougher.

……

And when Yao Xianxian and the sleepy Lin Mao were cuddling each other, walking in the quiet streets of Jiaocheng, Chang Qing suddenly staggered and leaned against the dirty and cold alley wall.

Then, covering his mouth, he bent down in pain, and coughed out a mouthful of foul-smelling black and red blood from his throat.And the wound on the neck that Yao Xianxian cut with a black knife before, seemed to have been scorched by some kind of poisonous fire, and became dry and charred at a speed visible to the naked eye, oozing out an indescribable foul-smelling mucus.

Chang Qing closed her eyes, and spat viciously on the ground with bloody saliva.

After panting like that for a long time, he barely calmed down...

Then, trembling, Chang Qing stretched out her hand and took out a jade box from her bosom.He slowly opened the jade box - on the crystal clear and slightly translucent jade, there were two traces of bright red.

This is the box that Chang Qing used to hold the empty flower. After giving the flower to Chang Xiaoqing, only two empty flower petals were left in the jade box.

Chang Qing was panting with difficulty while staring intently at the delicate petals in the jade box.

"Cat..."

he murmured softly.But even this low whisper was so cautious.

"Wow-wow-wow-"

In the cold and long night, there was another hoarse crow.

Chang Qing shook his hands, and hurriedly put the jade box back into his bosom, and looked towards the place where the crow's crow came from—but the sound was clearly very close at hand, and when Chang Qing looked around, all he saw was dry and ferocious, pointing at Dead tree against the sky.

A few black feathers swirled in the icy air and fell quietly.

And with the last cry of the crow, he and Yao Xianxian's tense gaze disappeared, which had followed him like a shadow before.

Chang Qing put her hands on her chest, caressing the hard surface of the jade box through the fabric.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the sky as if feeling something, and at the end of the east, there was a thin gleam of light.

This is the winter of the seventh day of December in the 17th year of the cloud calendar.

The long, starless night was finally over.

Its daybreak.

******

"I... I fainted again?"

In the hotel, Lin Mao woke up leisurely.He looked at the eaves of the dilapidated wing full of dust and cobwebs, supported his forehead, and sat up from the bed with difficulty.

"Young Master Lin!"

A clear cry of joy suddenly sounded——Lin Mao frowned slightly involuntarily, and the high-pitched voice unique to a girl was like a sharp blade scraping his overwhelmed eardrums. The headache got a little bit worse.

"You finally woke up..."

Yao Xiaohua put the water basin in her hand on the ground, picked up a towel and wrung it dry, then leaned over eagerly, and put the towel on Lin Mao's forehead.

The hot towel finally brought clarity to Lin Mao's mind. He was stunned on the bed for a moment, and everything that happened before he fainted passed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

"Do not--"

Lin Mao suddenly let out another scream, and rolled onto the bed with his head in his hands, his face full of pain. "Brother Lin... What's wrong with you, Brother Lin? But what's wrong?"

Only then did Yao Xiaohua see Lin Mao suffering so much, and she didn't care about the defense between men and women at all, she ran to the bedside and clasped her hands, wanting to hug Lin Mao into her arms.