The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Xu Xingzhi's waist was the first to wake up from the whole body. The terrible pain caused Xu Xingzhi to have the illusion that he had been cut in half and then put together hastily, and then rolled up the wilderness with straw curtains.

Immediately, that poem suddenly broke into his mind again, like a giant hand grasping ice balls reaching into his head and stirring vigorously.Xu Xingzhi had a headache so bad that his teeth were chattering and his mouth was sour, he just wanted to drink saliva to extinguish the dark fire burning in his chest.

Who would have thought that just as he was about to stand up, one hand supported his stone-like psoas muscles, rubbed them lightly twice: "Brother, what do you want?"

As soon as Xu Xingzhi opened his mouth, he felt that the exhaustion of his whole body had spread to the muscles of his neck, and even making a sound was laborious.

He could only condense the sentence to the minimum: "...water."

"I'll pour it for you." Meng Zhongguang got up.

"No need." Xu Xingzhi reluctantly pushed his hand away, "I'll get up and take a walk."

"I'll help senior brother."

"It's no use."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Xingzhi, who was about to stand up, felt his legs brittle, and almost fell to his knees on the ground. Fortunately, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist from the side in time.

"Senior brother obviously can't walk, and he is not obedient." Meng Chongguang leaned forward with a smile, and hooked the inside of Xu Xingzhi's ear with the tip of his tongue ambiguously, "I'll pour it for you. However, if senior brother is really thirsty..."

Xu Xingzhi let out a hot and hoarse smile from his throat, turned his head, and blocked his troublesome mouth forcefully.

Meng Chongguang was caught off guard and hummed when he was kissed by Xu Xingzhi.

The continuous and extremely wronged humming made others sound as if Meng Chongguang was the one who was at a disadvantage. However, only the two people who were fighting knew that the two were evenly divided, and the one who hummed enjoying and suffering still vaguely some advantage.

After several times of lingering, Xu Xingzhi seemed to have found a way home for his lips and tongue, the chaotic heartbeat gradually subsided, and the headache also eased a lot.

When he was a little out of breath, he raised the tip of his tongue, pressed the teeth on the opposite side, pushed Meng Chongguang out, and he was able to retreat with his body: "...It's very sweet."

Meng Chongguang has been addicted to teasing, entangled Xu Xingzhi's neck and refused to let go: "More."

Xu Xingzhi was provoked by his natural coquettishness and coquettishness, but his face was serious: "Pour water."

Meng Chongguang was in a hurry, he hooked Xu Xingzhi with his hands and feet, eagerly: "Chongguang wants more."

Xu Xingzhi stared at him: "I'm thirsty."

Meng Chongguang reluctantly let go of his hand, took a few steps down the ground, turned around and rushed back, covered the back of Xu Xingzhi's head with one hand, pressed him heavily on the bed, and dragged Xu Xingzhi into the wet and cool lips and teeth again Zhong: "No, I can't help it... Chongguang really can't bear it... Brother let Chongguang go this time, huh?"

Xu Xingzhi had no strength under his body, so he tossed and tossed in the dark for a long time before he managed to lift his trembling knees and gently supported Meng Chongguang's body, while his body was softening, he put his arm between his throat , propped up his body with wooden hands, pressed Meng Chongguang under him, pressed Meng Chongguang with his fingers to kiss his slightly red thin lips, and rubbed them up and down, threatening: "...I want to drink water .”

Meng Chongguang, who had kissed enough, still felt that it was not enough, so he went to pour the water aggrieved.

Xu Xingzhi looked at Meng Chongguang's back, frowning slightly, but unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

…Obviously they only spent a month with him in the wilderness, but they seem to have known each other for a hundred years. Whether it's making friends or kissing, it seems that they have gone through countless times of grinding to get so compatible.

If he hadn't lost his mind and tried this once, Xu Xingzhi would never have imagined that he would be so proficient in this kind of thing, self-taught.

It's like when a flame meets dry firewood, it will only ignite, and there is no other way to go.

Xu Xingzhi wanted to indulge in this familiar and intimate sea of ​​desire, not to think about the past, not to think about the poem that made him sick, and not to think about the relationship between Jiuzhideng, Wutong and his father. All kinds of entanglements, but I have to think over and over again, thinking that he is exhausted.

In the past, there was a scale in front of Xu Xingzhi. On the left was Meng Chongguang's life and his conscience, and on the right were his father and sister.

The two sides are one after another, competing with each other, Xu Xingzhi swings from side to side, and it is difficult to choose.

But now, a voice in his head told him that the chips on one side probably never existed at all, and that the right side of the scale, from beginning to end, were two terrifying phantoms.

This cognition had too much impact on Xu Xingzhi.

Thinking back carefully, Xu Xingzhi discovered that besides the year name "Tian Ding 16", there are too many doubtful things.

For example, he has no memory of before the age of five at all.

He still remembers what he saw when he woke up in bed when he was five years old.

The afterglow of dusk moved slowly over his body, and the warm red light wrapped him into an airtight cocoon.

Xu Xingzhi only felt that he was going crazy with a headache, and his internal organs were twisting in pain, but soon a middle-aged man's gentle voice sounded: "...Are you awake?"

To this day, Xu Xingzhi still remembers the intense sense of panic that went blank in his mind, as if he had died once, and his soul was forced back to the world.

As if noticing that his eyes were wrong, the man picked up his weak and trembling body from the bed, patted him slowly, and whispered in his ear: "Xiaoping, what's wrong? I don't recognize my father?"

At that time Xu Xingzhi thought, is this the father?

In the past... did he have a father?

But it didn't take a moment for him to feel the suppressed excitement in the man's voice.

His heart softened, and he was unwilling to let down the kind and gentle middle-aged man in front of him, so he exhausted his strength and wrapped his left arm tightly around him: "...Father."

The man's figure trembled, and then he hugged him crazily, his arms were locked, making him almost breathless: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back... I will take good care of you for the rest of my life, and I won't let you leave me..."

Xu Xingzhi had a headache as if someone had cut his head open. At the same time, he always felt that something was wrong, as if there was some imbalance in his body.

He lowered his neck with all his strength, only to find that his right wrist was wrapped in a thick white cloth.The position where the right hand should have been born is now empty.

Probably because of the pain in his head, Xu Xingzhi couldn't feel the pain in the wound, so he tilted his head and stared at the severed hand in surprise: "...my hand..."

"I will be your hand from now on." The man said decisively, "Xiaoping, my sister and I will take care of you from now on....Sister, come quickly."

The three-year-old girl waited obediently outside the door. Following her father's call, she turned into the room, pinched the corner of her skirt, and looked at him with red eyes.

Xu Xingzhi was moved by the eager and restrained eyes of the child in front of him, so he suppressed his headache and slowly showed her a smile.

As far as he knew, when he was playing, he was accidentally chopped off by a wheat knife and his right palm was cut off, leaving him disabled.

After nearly three months of bed rest, when Xu Xingzhi's feet fell to the ground, they twitched and sprouted like poplars, and he came back to life easily.

He found that he could learn everything quickly, reading books with a pen, drawing a bow and throwing a pot, all of which were easy.

He is a playful person, and his father never restrained him because his life was hanging by a thread when he was a child.Since he turned twelve, he started to wander around, making friends, traveling in mountains and rivers, drinking and singing.

Everywhere in life knows what it is like, it should be like Feihong stepping on the mud.

However, Feihong always needs a place to settle down and live.

No matter how far he goes, he only needs to turn his head, and there will be a tile house and a candle waiting in place.

How reassuring it was for him.

Everything changed until he wrote the volume of stories in boredom.

He always believed that it was the knowledge of the world that pulled him into the nightmare.But now he suddenly realized that he seemed to wake up from a long dream.

... What is true and what is false?

Although the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water are ridiculous, but the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water look at each other from a distance, how do you know which side is true and which side is false?

Xu Xingzhi covered himself tightly, leaned against the side of the bed and drank a few sips of water with the hand that Meng Chongguang handed over the cup, and then barely suppressed the beast that was biting his heart with that bit of coolness.

Meng Chongguang put down the cup, and tried Xu Xingzhi's forehead temperature with his forehead: "Fortunately, brother's fever is gone."

Xu Xingzhi didn't answer, a pair of black eyes stared at him straightforwardly and boldly.

The two straight and beautiful nostrils were lightly pressed together, and the heat exhaled by each other flowed to each other's cheeks after meeting for a short time.

After a few back and forth, Meng Chongguang avoided his sight in a panic, and wanted to leave the side of the bed. Xu Xingzhi's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he pressed Meng Chongguang's skirt to death with his knee.

"What to do?"

Meng Chongguang's breathing was already ups and downs, and he turned his head away vigorously: "Brother, the high fever will stop, and the waist is not good, I can't..."

Xu Xingzhi squeezed his chin tightly, blocking back all the words he was about to say.

When Meng Zhongguang looked at Xu Xing with dizzy watery eyes, he saw Xu Xingzhi smiled and lifted the quilt, and a part of the plain white trousers was rolled up, revealing his slender and straight legs.

He raised his chin: "...get out, get on with your business."

After obediently rolling into the quilt, Meng Chongguang groped to come behind Xu Xingzhi, bit his ear in a low voice and excitedly said: "Brother, you seduced me..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Why do you like hugging people on the back so much? Who taught you?"

"Aren't you senior brother?" Meng Chongguang's tone was extremely aggrieved, like a little milk dog who hadn't snatched milk, he groaned, "Senior brother, don't you remember? When we were the first time, senior brother didn't cooperate at all, saying look at me." My face was too awkward to do things, and I insisted on going to the back.... Then I screamed fiercely, saying that it hurts, and let me get out. You don't scold me when I cry..."

Xu Xingzhi couldn't hold back his joy when he heard his tone.But soon, he lost the strength to laugh, and Meng Chongguang fiddled with his pale face.

"Brother is really, really tight..."

Xu Xingzhi's forehead was full of cold sweat: "You fucking think it's tight, but you're... ah..."

"Don't call." Meng Chongguang covered Xu Xingzhi's mouth, "...they will hear."

Although Mu Chi's joy is memorable, Meng Chongguang almost regretted it after recovering.

He lost his composure for a moment, and let others hear his brother's voice.

He will never make the same mistake again.

He embraced Xu Xingzhi, shuffling the quilt to push out a snow wave.

Xu Xingzhi looked at the top of the bed in a daze.

In the collision to the death, he can confirm that at least the person behind him now is not a dream guest who will leave and disappear at any time, which makes Xu Xingzhi, who seems to be calm but is actually full of panic, inexplicably relieved.

In addition, Xu Xingzhi didn't mind admitting frankly that he missed this exciting feeling that made his heart tremble, from body to heart.

In the next few days, Meng Chongguang and Xu Xingzhi rolled around every corner of Nanli Palace.

They were not in a hurry to do something, and the key fragments could not escape even if they were placed there. Xu Xingzhi just let his heart and strength go, and had a crazy fight with Meng Chongguang for a long time.

One day, he had nothing to do, and wandered around, but saw Tao Xian and Qu Chi under a corridor.

Tao Xian was squatting beside Qu Chi, writing and drawing on the ground, and Qu Chi imitated his movements to smear, and the two looked very harmonious.

Tao Xian was very sensitive, he turned his head when he heard the footsteps, and when he saw Xu Xingzhi, he immediately stood up in a panic, before he could speak, his face was already blushing, "Xu, Senior Brother Xu."

Xu Xingzhi stood in a cloak, Meng Chongguang's robe was a bit too long for him, and the corners swayed slowly with the wind in the corridor, making him look more and more thin and tall, with well-proportioned flesh and bones.

Qu Chi raised his head to say hello to Xu Xingzhi, then excitedly imitated Tao Xian, smearing circles on the ground with a brush.

Xu Xingzhi came over and wanted to sit down by the steps of the veranda. Tao Xian quickly supported Xu Xingzhi's waist, then tore off his robe, folded it twice, and placed it on the steps.

He said meekly: "Brother Xu, please sit down."

Xu Xingzhi was also not polite to him, and sat down: "You are considerate."

After sitting down, he took off his warm robe and put it on Tao Xian's shoulders.

Tao Xian was a little panicked, he pushed back a few times, Xu Xingzhi clicked his tongue, and he accepted it with a blushing face, rubbed his clothes belt with his fingers, and said awkwardly: "Brother, I will warm you up first. When you are cold, I will warm you up again." Still with you."

How could Xu Xingzhi care about this, and waved his hand with a smile: "Let's talk again.... What are you two doing?"

Tao Xian said shyly, "Senior Brother Qu pestered me and asked me to draw candied haws for him. Ever since I told him about it last time, he has been thinking about it."

Qu Chi couldn't tell that they were discussing himself, and they were focusing on painting his candied haws. However, when Tao Xian's gentle eyes fell on him, he seemed to feel something, and raised his head and smiled at Tao Xian.

Qu Chi's facial features are all born of the four characters of "gentle and elegant", and there is a Tao Ran color between his eyebrows and eyes. Only when he meets his eyes, Tao Xian hangs his head embarrassedly, and the fingers on his knees flex and stretch nervously .

Xu Xingzhi became playful, and after bumping Tao Xian with his elbow, he deliberately whispered in his ear: "Are you and him a Taoist couple?"

For these days and nights, Xu Xingzhi watched with cold eyes, only feeling that the relationship between Zhou Beinan and Lu Yujiu, Qu Chi and Tao Xian were all extraordinary.

But this is not surprising.It is a blessing to have someone to accompany you in the wilderness, and this group of people are all bloody men. In this wasteland, it is difficult to go through a long night, so why do you care whether you are accompanied by a man or a woman.

Unexpectedly, Tao Xian opened his eyes wide and stammered to retort: ​​"Senior Brother Xu, why would you think that way? Me, Senior Brother Qu and I are like heaven and earth, nothing more than heaven and earth, how dare I pretend to be like Senior Brother Qu?"

Xu Xingzhi was a little surprised that Tao Gossip spoke nervously, but was extremely sincere.

Tao Xian looked at Qu Chi, and saw that he was turning his back to the two of them and began to paint seriously. Only then did he dare to show endless admiration in his eyes that had always been dodged: "I have never seen someone who is more gentle and better than Senior Brother Qu." People. When I was in this world, I kept thinking about the matter that Senior Brother Qu exchanged a hundred spirit stones for me for candied haws. It was a pity that I couldn't say a few more words to Senior Brother Qu..."

The culprit who used two bunches of candied haws to blackmail Qu Chi with one hundred spirit stones gave a dry cough.

As soon as Tao Xian talked about Qu Chi, the symptoms of stuttering and shyness disappeared, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Later, when I grew up, I left the tea house and took my luggage around to find out where Senior Brother Qu was. I was young, so I really couldn't remember which school Senior Brother Qu belonged to, so I had to spend two years, one As soon as I inquired about it, I only thought about being able to worship Senior Brother Qu and watch him from a distance, I, I was satisfied."

Xu Xingzhi thought, a bunch of candied haws and a few heart-warming words have been remembered by this child for so long, his life must be really pitiful.

Xu Xingzhi has always been soft-hearted towards this kind of good boy, so he reached out and stroked Tao Xian's soft hair.

Tao Xian was obviously not used to such intimate physical contact, and shrank back like a frightened puppy.

Xu Xingzhi didn't mind his instinctive evasion, and grinned happily: "Tao Xian, when did you become a disciple of Danyang Peak?"

In the past few days, Xu Xingzhi was drunk, but his mind became clearer and clearer.

The memory of the original owner has no signs of recovery. Seeing the truth is close at hand, it is useless for Xu Xingzhi to try to escape. It is better to help Meng Chongguang get the key, return to the present world, find the nine lamps, and ask him face to face. "Nine lamps are in the window, and the sycamore tree is melancholy seen in the mirror", what is going on.

At the same time, he also wants to get more news from these people. Although everyone knows different things, if they can complement each other, maybe they can piece together a rough truth.

Tao Xian thought for a while: "Tian Ding is the third day of March in the fourth year."

"You remember clearly." Xu Xingzhi was happy.

Tao Xian smiled sadly: "How can I not remember clearly. When I went up the mountain on the third day of March, the peach blossoms were in full bloom; on the tenth day of March, the peach blossoms all over the mountain fell, and Senior Brother Qu also became like this." appearance."