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

I don't know how long it took, Chang Xiaoqing finally let go of Lin Mao reluctantly.

He thought he would get a slap or an angry scold, as well as a disgusted look from his master.

He resisted the palpitations and quietly waited for the coming storm, but his gaze was always on Lin Mao's lips.

The two lips that he forcibly kissed seemed slightly red and swollen, and the soft lips were glowing with moisture—even just looking at it like this, the sweet taste once again appeared between Chang Xiaoqing's lips and teeth .

But he waited anxiously for a long time with a heart that seemed to have been fried in boiling oil, but he didn't get anything.

Lin Mao stood quietly in front of Chang Xiaoqing, neither sad nor happy, without any movement.

Chang Xiaoqing gritted her teeth, and slowly raised her eyes to look at Lin Mao, but what she met was Lin Mao's calm face.

Lin Mao's pupils were as deep as a well, and there seemed to be some faint emotions in the deepest part, but they disappeared soon.

Looking into Chang Xiaoqing's eyes, Lin Mao was silent for a moment, sighed, wiped the water marks on his lips with his sleeve, and said softly: "It's really late, you should go to bed."

The heat from that kiss was still vaguely lingering in her chest, but under this unusually calm command, Chang Xiaoqing felt that her body became cold and stiff inch by inch.

"Master, do you have anything else to say?"

Chang Xiaoqing didn't know how much courage he had wasted to force out such a bitter and hoarse question from his throat.

"You should also understand something in your mind now," Lin Mao stroked his lips lightly, and then said, "You should also know, it's just such a thing."

Chang Xiaoqing felt like falling into an ice cave when she heard this sentence.

"What does Master mean by these words?"

Knowing that he would be sad, he still couldn't help asking.

"You're just confused for a moment."

Lin Mao said peacefully, without a trace of fireworks.

He seemed so distant and cold, like a fairy who no longer belonged to the world, not his sick and weak master who Chang Xiaoqing had personally cared for and waited for for so many years.

"You know it clearly, it's not a moment of confusion at all. Master, you know everything - you know that I adore you, and I have poured my heart and soul into you many years ago!"

"You actually adore your own master, isn't that just stupid or something?"

Lin Mao said lightly, with a trace of pain in his calm voice.

"This is not confusion! This is the result of love, and I can't extricate myself! I also know that my affection for Master is against the laws of nature and human relations, and I don't want to make things difficult for Master. But... Before rejecting me, Master will not You can stop thinking of me as an ignorant junior, stop thinking of me as your apprentice, just think of me as a man, a man who loves you and will never forget you!"

Chang Xiaoqing felt that every word he uttered seemed to be dug out from the most painful wound in his heart, and every syllable was permeated with his soul and love.

Perhaps it was also because of feeling this burning affection that Lin Mao's figure trembled slightly.

On that ice-cold, unwavering face, a touch of bewilderment and bewilderment finally appeared.

"But, you are obviously my apprentice..."

Lin Mao avoided Chang Xiaoqing's gaze and said hoarsely.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoqing, I can't do it... I really can't help it..."

"It's still because of Evergreen, right?"

Chang Xiaoqing suddenly calmed down, and asked coldly.

Lin Mao was silent for a long time, and after a long while, he opened his mouth softly with a confused look: "Maybe it is true, I have... can't fall in love with anyone anymore."

Lin Mao gently stroked his chest.

"This place is already empty."

He suddenly raised his head to look at Chang Xiaoqing, with a trace of determination: "It's not your fault, Xiaoqing, and it has nothing to do with the laws of nature and human relations—if I cared about that, I would not have been with my senior brother decades ago. I It’s just that there’s no way to have any love anymore.”

"Because Chang Qing is dead." Chang Xiaoqing took over Lin Mao's words hoarsely, "The living will never be able to defeat the dead."

Hearing the almost identical two sentences in the same day, Lin Mao was shocked, and did not utter any rebuttals after all.

Chang Xiaoqing laughed miserably, and said softly: "Okay, I understand."

"Xiaoqing?"

Seeing his current appearance, Lin Mao felt stagnant for some reason, and a bad premonition surged into his chest.

But before he could figure out where this heavy feeling came from, Chang Xiaoqing suddenly stepped forward and kissed Lin Mao heavily on the lips again.

"Well?!"

Lin Mao groaned unexpectedly.

Compared with the previous kiss full of youthful affection and tenderness, Chang Xiaoqing's kiss this time can be called rough.

There is no trace of caress or pity, only anger and pain that are about to swell and explode.

The tip of Lin Mao's tongue was sore from being sucked by him, and then he felt even more pain on his tongue, and it was actually Chang Xiaoqing who bit the tip of his tongue heavily.

After all, the tip of the tongue was no different than other places, and blood gushed from the wound immediately, and the pain seemed to involve the bottom of my heart, making people break out in a cold sweat.But Chang Xiaoqing was persistent, and he didn't intend to let Lin Mao go at all. He frantically licked the blood and saliva from Lin Mao's lips, like a beast that had lost its mind.

"Xiaoqing, calm down!"

After finally waiting for Chang Xiaoqing to loosen his restraint, Lin Mao finally couldn't bear to push him away.

Chang Xiaoqing glanced at Lin Mao with a pale face, and there was still a drop of blood on her lips that she couldn't swallow in time.

With a bright red mouth, his face was pale, his eyes were piercing like a dark fire, and suddenly he seemed to be filled with an inexplicable ghostly aura.

"I'm calm."

Chang Xiaoqing looked at Lin Mao deeply.

"Master, it's late at night, I'm going to bed."

He suddenly added a sentence without thinking, the word "Master" was extremely heavy, and there was almost a faint smell of blood in a trance.

Lin Mao hadn't had time to figure out what was going on with Chang Xiaoqing's sudden madness, Chang Xiaoqing had already stepped out of the door first, his back looked so lonely, as if a handle had been lost The peerless famous sword without the scabbard - can only fight in the world forever until the blade blunts and dies, but can't find a place to rest.

"..."

Lin Mao's lips moved slightly, but after hesitating to the end, he still didn't say anything.

What happened just now was enough to make one's heart tremble and shake one's soul - in Chang Xiaoqing's view, Lin Mao looked so calm and composed, but only Lin Mao himself knew what kind of turbulent waves arose in his heart at that moment.

He has been burdened by that inhuman beauty all his life, and he has been promised by countless men and women.

However, in the end, these love affairs were not only good things for him, but caused countless disasters.

After finally waiting for him to be disfigured and old, I thought that there would be no such troublesome things in my life, but I didn't expect him to revert to a child... Not to mention, Chang Xiaoqing, who was brought up by me, would forcibly kiss her and tell her the truth.

[Oh, did you really not expect it? 】

However, in the bottom of Lin Mao's heart, there was another voice sarcastically.

Lin Mao's figure froze immediately.

Yes, is it true that he has been so dull for so many years and didn't notice anything wrong?

If that's the case, why can he frankly reject Qiao Muyun's and Jia Ruo's constant promise, but when dealing with Chang Xiaoqing, he is completely at a loss and at a loss.

Lin Mao wrapped his hands tightly around his shoulders, trembling uncontrollably.

Chang Xiaoqing... is indeed too similar to Chang Qing.

Moreover, he is indeed too gentle and considerate.

As early as when I hadn't rejuvenated and was still trapped in an aging and frail body, when I looked at Chang Xiaoqing with those cloudy and old eyes, what was I thinking...

Lin Mao found that he couldn't remember.

He even wondered if he had given that child some kind of hint unconsciously, so that the other party fell into that evil situation without any hope and future without any defense.

"it does not matter."

I don't know how long it took before Lin Mao calmed down slowly, he said softly to himself.

No matter whether there was a faint ambiguity between him and Chang Xiaoqing, or whether Chang Xiaoqing really had a deep affection for him...

It's no longer important.

Lin Mao took out the magic extinguishing lamp obtained from Qiao Muyun from the dark compartment at the head of the bed, and gently stroked the cold and delicate pattern.

I'm afraid that even the Qiao family doesn't know that the function of this magic extinguishing lamp is not just to spew out hot flames. The trump card for fighting with the old man Qianji.

You know, that is the old man Qianji—it is not a strange thing for Gong Ningzi to be defeated by his subordinates. You must know that hundreds of years ago, even the sinful monk Yun Haisheng who held the righteous government wanted to fight him, secretly After suffering a loss, in the end, he just hurt the old man Qianji and managed to escape with Lin Sheng back then in a hurry.

And the old man Qianji, who has been recharging his energy for 200 years, will only be more difficult to deal with than when he was a mortal back then.

Lin Mao stared down at the slender and dexterous magic lamp in his hand, like a boudoir daughter's plaything, his eyes gradually dimmed.

By candlelight, he searched carefully for the complicated patterns on the lamp, and it didn't take long before he found the mechanism that Qiao Luohe told him in his vague memory.

It was a very finely carved nameless flower, with a tiny pearl embedded in the flower.

Over the years, the pearl that should have been bright and moist has become yellowish and dull, and it looks even more inconspicuous under the colorful brilliance of gilt and colored glaze.

However, if you touch it lightly with your fingertips, you can feel the difference between this pearl and other reliefs and decorations.

This pearl is movable, and when the pearl is pressed away with a fingernail, the light blue brass mechanism suddenly pops out.

Lin Mao stuck his finger into that mechanism, but did not move again.

It's strange, it's been so long, but when this extinguishing lamp landed in his hands, the words that Qiao Muyun solemnly said to him many years ago became so clear, as if they were echoing in the Same as his ears.

【"This extinguishing lamp has a mechanism, and no one has touched it since the day it was made..."】

【"Because that mechanism has and can only be used once—the only time. Once touched, the lamp will be destroyed. From then on, there will be no such thing as a magic lamp in the world."】

It must be said that what is hidden under this dull pearl is the last "killer weapon" of the Qiao family.

Why, for so many years, others have tried to imitate the magic lamp but ended in failure. It is not because the skill of the person who made the lamp was so superb that it was impossible to imitate.The real reason is that the items stored in this lamp are unique and unique.

It was a nameless stone heart contained among the remnants of the flowing fire after the flowing fire fell from the sky.

That stone heart is only the size of a thumb, and once it meets water droplets, it will suddenly spew out a monstrous white flame that burns souls and bones.

So the mechanism inside the magic lamp is actually quite simple, it just separates the water drop from the stone core of the fire flowing out of the sky, and when it is driven, it just drops a drop of clear water to melt with the stone core, and then sprays fire.

【"But in fact, it's not just clear water...and blood that can arouse the stone-hearted white flame."】

Lin Mao seems to remember Qiao Luohe's half-smile expression when he talked about the key of the Extinguisher Lamp.

【"Actually, there used to be a pair of extinguishing lamps, but now it is only one of them that has been handed down. The other one is missing, do you know why?"】

The other extinguishing lamp was broken when it was fighting with another person hundreds of years ago. As a result, Shi Xin rolled to the ground and fell into the pool of blood of Qiao's family.

In just a split second, the old house where the enemy and Qiao's family were at that time burst into flames. It is said that all the blood-stained objects on the scene were burned by the white flames, and in the end there were no ashes left.

And the remaining magic extinguishing lamp happened to be handed down to Qiao Luohe.

At that time, Master Lin Mao's Master Xiaoyaozi was very powerful, and no one from all schools in the world could find a way out from Xiaoyaozi's hands, even his own people in Wangyou Valley were often unable to escape Xiaoyaozi's poisonous hands.

In desperation, Lin Mao had no choice but to borrow the extinguishing lamp from Qiao Luohe to save his life for the sake of Changqing. For some unknown reason, Qiao Luohe knew that the extinguishing lamp was borrowed by Chang Qing to fight against Xiaoyaozi, but he was there. Another organ was added to the lamp.

What is stored in the lamp is not only water, but also blood...

However, Qiao Luohe also warned Lin Mao later that once the mechanism that releases blood is buckled, the entire magic extinguishing lamp will burst immediately, and the increasingly fierce and terrifying flame will directly cover the area within a radius of one foot All things were burnt to death.

And that means...

【"This is the practice of burning jade and stone together, and perishing together."】

Without hesitation, Lin Mao pierced his fingertips with the dagger, and the dark red blood poured into the mechanism that Qiao Luohe had added before.

tomorrow……

After tomorrow, there will probably be no such person as Lin Mao in this world.

Lin Mao knew that others would be sad for him for a long time, but no matter whether it was Qiao Muyun, Chang Xiaoqing, or even Jia Ruo, they were still young, and they would always continue to struggle in the arena until they met someone better. people.

Thinking like this, Lin Mao felt both comfort and a little bit of sadness in his heart.

As Lin Sheng, as Jiang Yingxue, as Lin Mao... He, a man who looks like a human but not a human, has lived long enough, so long that he is even a little afraid of such a life.

Lin Mao has never told anyone that the resurrection from the dead has never brought him joy but fear.You know, lying on the bed paper and passing away peacefully under the watchful eyes of his apprentice should have been Lin Mao's best ending.

If as Konghua, he will live forever, then why not end this long life for his friends...

The extinguishing lamp was filled with Lin Mao's blood.

A colorless and transparent crystal stone was dyed bright red by the blood in the lamp.Lin Mao put the extinguishing lamp in his arms expressionlessly, and lay quietly on the bed until dawn.

……

"Tick tock..."

And in a dark alley not far from Lin Mao's room, someone's blood was dripping silently.

It looked dirty and chaotic here, the thick moss and dust almost concealed the original color of the green brick road.

Few people would have imagined that this alley would be the only way to a secret door somewhere in Chizheng Mansion.

Probably because of this, the person who was clutching his wound and panting to let the sticky and foul-smelling black blood slowly gushes out from his arm didn't expect that he would be attacked on such a path that should be safe. Unexpected interception.

"It's you--"

After a long time, he put his shoulders against the old wall of the alley with difficulty, and slowly straightened up.

It was still a moonless night.

In the unusually dark night, there seemed to be countless soft new leaves rustling.

"It will make him feel very sad if you do this."

A calm, indifferent, even cruel voice resounded faintly in the dark alley.

"What are we going to do, what does it have to do with a monster like you?"

Someone retorted coldly next to the injured bleeding man.

"What you are going to do has something to do with him, so naturally it has something to do with me," the visitor continued...

"Konghua, Konghua, live together. I am Konghua, and he is Konghua, so I will never allow you to continue to disturb his actions like this."

The slender and sensitive vines gradually stretched out in the narrow alley, entangled with the swarms of snakes that were constantly rustling on the ground.

"Shh-"

Someone struck flint and lit the dim oil lamp at hand.

Under the dim light, the situation in the alley was clearly displayed in front of the three of them.

At one end of the alley was the expressionless monk Jia Ruo, whose body was covered with vines and fresh green leaves, while the other two confronting him were the pale, half-human, half-snake Yao Xianxian and the dignified, old man with cold eyes. The old man is evergreen.

The person who lit the oil lamp without any scruples was precisely Chang Qing who looked the weakest in the field.

As early as the first time the three of them met each other, Changqing's arm had been pierced by Jiaruo's vine—now that half of the vine was still drooping at Changqing's feet, and the branches and leaves stained with the smelly blood had already curled up together , turned into a withered yellow ball.

"You monster, talk like you know what we're going to do?"

Chang Qing didn't seem to realize the sinister atmosphere at this moment, and his tone was still so gentle and calm when he spoke.

Jia Ruo stared directly at the two of them.

"You want to prevent Lin Mao from entering the palace."

He said.

A smile appeared on Chang Qing's wrinkled face: "Don't you want to? You should also know that his entry into the palace this time is very dangerous and extremely dangerous. As long as you have a little love for him, you should It’s right for Hao Sheng to persuade him not to enter the palace.”

In fact, the reason why Chang Qing and Yao Xianxian appeared in such a place at this time is very simple——

In order to sneak into Chizheng Mansion, and then secretly kidnap Lin Mao and send him out of the capital.

The plan of the two of them should be foolproof and no one will know, but for some reason, they were stopped by the monster Jia Ruo on the way.

Jia Ruo shook his head and said, "It's not right for you to do this."

Yao Xianxian's snake tail patted the ground lightly.

He looked much more haggard than Lin Mao remembered before, and at this time he was a little tired from driving snakes in winter, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

"You people can ignore Brother Lin's life and death, but we can't. To deal with the old monster in the palace, anyone can do it. Why do you want to let Brother Lin, who has no strength to restrain a chicken? Go out in person?! If you really care about Brother Lin, you should give way at this time, and let us quickly pick him up and send him out of the city."

Accompanied by his words, the snake tide on the ground gradually became more restless.

Jia Ruo's pupils dimmed.

"This is the fate he chose for himself. Everything has been pre-determined. Neither you, me, nor himself have any choice."

For a moment, Jia Ruo seemed to have completely left the category of "human beings", and there was an ethereal sense of alienation and indifference on that smooth and pale face.

"Well, everything has been pre-determined? Including the fact that you are about to lose your human sanity and become an unconscious flower tree?"

Chang Qing covered her mouth with her hands, coughed a few times, and said lightly.

At this moment, Jia Ruo's figure froze slightly.

Seeing his behavior like this, Chang Xiaoqing became even more certain in her heart.

"I've noticed before that, as the temperature gets warmer, you've become less and less able to control the vines growing from your body, right?"