[Glory of the King] Magpie and Butterfly

The man in the iron mask replied without the slightest pause: "Even if my body is a monster born from the darkness, my consciousness must never become a monster."

There was a slight twist on Bian Que's face under the scarf.

The warmth and coldness of the world he has experienced cannot be compared with Bai Qi. Perhaps Bai Qi has not realized his own true thoughts, but Bian Que has already seen it thoroughly.

The scalpel in his hand was extremely sharp.

It can save a person, but it can also easily kill a person.

"Please cure my thirst for blood." I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a kind of childlike sincerity in Bai Qi's tone.

Bian Que looked at the monster in front of him coldly.

Skin made of steel, terrifying power... Oh yes, all of these were transformed by his master Xu Fu.

Clenching the knife in his hand tightly, Bian Que's eyes were dark and cloudy.

Beyond him, beyond him, beyond him, beyond him...

"Bai Qi" must be Xu Fu's most proud experimental product.

Thirst for blood is a must-add attribute for Xu Fu in order to allow Bai Qi to have unlimited life and strength, and to better control this weapon.

The heart in the chest was beating rapidly, and the blood in Bian Que's limbs rushed to the brain.

But in the next second, Zhuang Zhou's face flashed across his swelling and feverish mind.

Bian Que instantly calmed down a lot.

If Bai Qi becomes stronger in his hands, Qin's goal is the Great Zhou Empire that has been divided into five and three, and Jixia will also be their goal!

Didn't he set up a powerful enemy for the person he loves the most?

Bian Que fell into a deep contradiction.

"Do you resent Xu Fu?" Bian Que stared at Bai Qi, "turned you into a monster."

Bai Qi showed a distorted and terrifying smile, but his voice was brisk and even a little proud: "Of course not, I used to be so weak that I could only look up to Ah Zheng, but now I can charge forward for him."

Bian Que frowned.

What a hopeless monster.

……

A hill in the land of Jixia, the grass on the hill is green, the fertile soil makes the grass lush, buried to the knees, and even exudes a faint smell of green grass, there are unknown glowing insects on the grass leaves Perched, a slight shake will bring up a large area of ​​light spots, flying around.

The blue-haired man sat on a big blue kun and waved to the people in the distance.

"Ah Que, long time no see."

Zhuang Zhou's tone was very gentle, his eyes were very gentle, and his movements were also very gentle.

Everything is gentle all over the body.

It is obviously a tank, but it is as slender as a crispy mage.

Bian Que froze when he saw Zhuang Zhou, and at the same time buried his face deeper in the scarf.

"The war is over." Zhuang Zhou squinted his eyes and approached Bian Que with a smile, his tone sounded like an adult lamenting that a child had finally grown up.

He stretched out his hand to touch Bian Que's head, and as Zhuang Zhou expected, Bian Que dodged away with great resistance (ao) refusal (jiao).

"How has Ah Que been these past few years? Did you deal with your injuries in time? Did you eat your meals on time? Has anyone wronged you?" Zhuang Zhou began to mutter like a long-winded old woman, and his sentences were full of words for Bian Que. concern.

Bian Que stared at Zhuang Zhou's face intently and remained silent.

"What was the result of the war...?"

This was a sweet reunion, and Zhuang Zhou was also what he longed for and wanted to see.

But don't know why.

The word "war" made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The sharp intuition made Bian Que feel very dangerous.

"The war is over," Zhuang Zhou said with a warm smile on his lips, "Ah Que is great. Qin's weapon is very powerful and destroyed Jixia. I heard that the weapon was transformed by Ah Que. It's really good."

Limbs and bones seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

Bian Que wanted to raise his hand to grab Zhuang Zhou and deny it.

The heavy oppression made him speechless, and he couldn't move a finger.

"Because I want to protect everyone and Jixia, now I need to have a dream that I will never wake up from." Zhuang Zhou's body is slowly turning into a butterfly, disappearing bit by bit from the bottom to the top.

The overwhelming butterflies blocked Bian Que's sight.

"I can't protect Ah Que anymore, I'm really sorry."

Bian Que frantically wanted to reach out to catch Zhuang Zhou and the butterfly that kept disappearing before his eyes.

"Do not--"

He stretched out his hand to grab it forward, but he didn't catch anything.

Chaotic darkness strikes.

Kun shook his body vigorously, trying to wake up the sleeping Zhuang Zhou with his voice.

But because the shaking was too strong this time, Zhuang Zhou almost fell on his face to the ground.

"I am fine."

Zhuang Zhou adjusted his sitting posture, nodding his sleepy head, speaking to Kun in a strong nasal voice as if coquettish.

——It didn't seem to ask anything just now!Kun's little bean eyes look at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

The master's mental state seemed to be getting worse and worse, and even a small nightmare would affect him so deeply.

Nanny Kun is full of deep worries about Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou had a dream. He dreamed that Bian Que was not in danger because he was not strong enough. Zhuang Zhou had confused the reality with the dream, and his emotions were severely fluctuated.

Then Kun felt Zhuang Zhou's overly intense emotions, and hurriedly woke Zhuang Zhou up.

Zhuang Zhou pressed his head, his heart was restless.

It always feels like something bad is going to happen.

It can be said that they have a tacit understanding. At this moment, Bian Que and Zhuang Zhou had a dream at the same time, and the dreams were all the same. It was a sad dream.

What they dreamed was what they feared.

However, their understanding will not be the same.

Bian Que, who has already been distorted in his heart, understands this lingering nightmare in such a way, it all depends on good luck.

Like a sponge, compare Zhuang Zhou's love for Bian Que to water. Only the sponge knows when the sponge absorbs water; Too much too much.

Bian Que is like this.

Picking up the knife on the table with blue-black fingers, he fiddled with the air a few times.

Bian Que, who exudes a dead air all over his body, has never been so... full of vitality.

Bian Que's eyes were full of vengeance-driven light that turned him into a walking corpse.

Bian Que stared at the depths of the dream like an abyss.

Sitting at the same table and sleeping with Zhuang Zhou is like a dream just now for Bian Que—it is impossible to come by, so why not seize the present opportunity for revenge?

After all, he and Zhuang Zhou will not be from the same world.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year, pay attention to diet

Don't stay in bed and eat potato chips all day like me, now I'm so angry that my nose is blistering

I will try my best to finish it within this month. It is estimated that there will be three extra episodes. You can name the play or key words (to conform to the core values ​​of socialism)

For example, the mirage king x the little prince of alchemy or the stalk that suddenly becomes a child