The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

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punishment (1)

The wind is cold, and there are three days of snowflakes floating in the world, just showing signs of clearing up.

The icicles on the eaves were long and long, and under the warm sunlight, water slowly dripped down.

The little people took brooms to clean up the clean streets, and the white snow piled up to the side, and then fell into the hands of the yellow-haired children. The children played with each other without knowing the cold, stuffed a piece into someone's clothes, and was hit by a snowball head-on. He covered his mouth and laughed non-stop.

Vendors selling vegetables at stalls, steamed buns for breakfast, and vendors selling handmade gadgets occupy the streets.

After the catastrophe, life goes on.

The world is thriving, but Changxiao Palace is extremely quiet at this time.

At any rate, it was the former emperor's bedroom. There were no palace attendants, no attendants, so it was too deserted.There were only two living creatures, one unconscious lying on the bed, and the other just washed up and was about to go to the kitchen to get some food.

Fu Ziqiu bent down, pinched the back of Long Xiao's neck lightly, leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Long Xiao snorted twice, rubbed his face against the soft duvet, closed his eyes and hesitated, "...wonton."

"Okay." Fu Ziqiu kissed Long Xiao's side face: "Go on to sleep."

Fu Ziqiu walked all the way to the kitchen, rolled up his wide cuffs, brought flour, and started kneading the dough quite skillfully.

Since the war a month ago, the kitchen has basically been contracted by him.Long Xiao pulled a dragon's tendon, peeled off a dragon's scales, coupled with the backlash of the previous sealing spell, he fell down after returning, lying on the bed without energy every day, sleeping more hours than waking up .

However, the two of them were not idle, they just took advantage of the little sobriety to untie the knot in their hearts, and they also made a decision on lifelong events!

Before his death, the heart demon exhausted the hell energy accumulated for 800 years, took away countless souls, and almost destroyed the Three Realms.

Amelo dedicated his life to the Three Realms, opened up the world with the body of a true Buddha, spent all his life's cultivation, sacrificed thousands of spirits/souls to accompany the golden scales of the dragon, and gave new life to all living beings.Then, the spirit and soul were annihilated and died in the world. That dream of the world of mortals was finally a wishful thinking.

Long Xiao didn't expect that Ami Luo came here with the intention of dying, and wanted to take this opportunity to fulfill his love for the rest of his life. Afterwards, he heard that there was no real Buddha in the underworld, and he realized that he was lied to by a monk who never lied. up.Those grievances disappeared immediately, but he felt that he had accepted Amello's favor, and he felt ashamed, and fell asleep for several days without waking up.

Fu Ziqiu served a bowl of small ravioli in steaming clear soup, and sprinkled some chopped green onion for the sake of appearance.

Long Xiao had a gentle temperament in his previous life, but he had a very strong taste, and he couldn't like anything spicy.Even this preference has been spread to Gu Zhizhou, causing all the immortal sects to slander behind their backs, wondering whether Xuejun's hot temper is because he ate too much chili.

When Fu Ziqiu entered the room, Long Xiao was still asleep, and he didn't even change his posture.He put the wontons on the table to cool off, moved to the bed with small steps, and took out a white jade box from under the pillow.

Long Xiao had lost his dragon scales, and the skin on his body was so fragile that he didn't even dare to wear clothes for him in the first few days, and a little friction could tear a piece of flesh.Fu Ziqiu was so distressed that he wrapped people up in his feathers like holding tofu, not touching anyone.

Later, Huai Chu sent snow muscle ointment for him to rub on Long Xiao's body every day. It was indeed a good thing. After a month, new skin and flesh had grown, but Fu Ziqiu's life was not so good.

He dipped his fingertips a little, pushed away Long Xiao's sleeve and started rubbing the medicine on him.The skin under the palm is white and pink, the light color is delicate and cute, and the scars that cannot be removed are tender and lingering on it, it is very painful to look at.

When Qinghe was ignorant earlier, he often rubbed on Long Xiao's body, but later he learned about love, and begged him to be nice to him.However, Long Xiao couldn't do anything about acting like a baby, so he just followed him!Although Fu Ziqiu grew up with Gu Zhizhou, but at that time he had ghosts in his heart, at most he took advantage of the opportunity of being injured and applied medicine to touch it quite honestly, and he didn't even dare to look at it while taking a bath.

Thinking about it this way, Fu Ziqiu has been a vegetarian for more than 800 years, and he feels that he is not as good as a stupid bird, and he is very aggrieved.Even now, looking at Long Xiao's fresh and tender flesh, he couldn't stand it anymore.Not to mention this tough body that has been playing with swords and guns all year round, because of the newborn skin, it has become extremely soft and very easy to touch.

Long Xiao fell asleep obediently, showing no sign of waking up.

After wiping one arm, Fu Ziqiu saw that the wontons were almost filled, he sighed slightly, lowered his head and shouted softly, "Long Xiao, get up and have breakfast."

He rubbed Long Xiao's long disheveled hair, and heard the man uttering an indistinct dream, shaking his eyelashes with difficulty.

"Wake up and sleep again later."

Long Xiao squinted one eye, sleepy and confused.

Fu Ziqiu looked soft and itchy, couldn't help it no matter what, and rushed forward to give him a lingering kiss.

Long Xiao woke up this time, frowning and patted Fu Ziqiu's shoulder, turning his head away: "I haven't washed yet."

"I don't dislike you." Fu Ziqiu touched his face: "Get up, the wonton is ready."

Long Xiao wiped his mouth and straightened his upper body with his elbows.Her long hair hangs down, and her white jacket is open, revealing a small piece of her chest.

Black and white were extremely intertwined, and Fu Ziqiu's eyes darkened again when he saw it.As if guilty, he closed Long Xiao's front with his own hands.

Long Xiao didn't feel anything wrong, he didn't wear his coat, and stepped on the cold jade bricks to wash with his bare feet.

Fu Ziqiu was staring at him from behind, seeing his slender figure with snowy feet, and felt that the evil fire in his body would not dissipate no matter what.

"Why don't you ask the Barefoot Immortal if he accepts disciples?"

Long Xiao was washing his face, and the broken hair on his sideburns was wet, and the water droplets slid down the soft face contour little by little.Hearing such a sentence inexplicably, he turned his face to look at Fu Ziqiu, the precarious drop of water on his chin still couldn't support it, and diffused into the neckline along that fair and beautiful neck.

"What do you mean?"

Fu Ziqiu rolled his throat subconsciously, imagining that the drop of water flowed through Long Xiao's chest, along his lower abdomen, all the way to his waist, and even deeper, his mouth became parched all of a sudden: "I don't wear shoes all day, I don't want to give Is he taking over?"

Long Xiao laughed, wiped the water stains with a cloth towel, and asked arrogantly: "I want to go, will he accept it?"

He walked to the table, sat cross-legged on a chair with his long legs, picked up a spoon and started eating wontons: "Have you eaten yet?"

Fu Ziqiu sat next to him and nodded: "By the way, eat a little."

Long Xiao responded, and couldn't help it after swallowing three wontons in a row. He put down the spoon and began to complain: "Ah, it's too bland. I like red soup wontons!"

"Huai Chu said that fishy and spicy food is forbidden until your skin grows well." Fu Ziqiu completely ignored his resistance: "Hurry up and eat, I get up early in the morning to make noodles and stuffing, you have to eat them all for me. "

Long Xiao stretched his arms and lay down on the table.There is no brilliance in the eyes, no burden of the emperor: "I am full."

Fu Ziqiu stretched out his hand and touched his stomach thoughtfully: "Don't fool me, eat quickly."

Long Xiao pushed the bowl in front of Fu Ziqiu, blinked his eyes and begged, "Would you give me some salt, it's tasteless."

"I also ate it if it tasted bad, why can't you if I can eat it?"

"Your taste is weaker than mine!" Long Xiao tugged at Fu Ziqiu's sleeve, "Put some salt, just a little." As he spoke, he came over as if thinking of something, and rested his chin on Fu Ziqiu's small cup. On the arm, I watched eagerly: "How about...you can feed me. If you feed me, I don't want any salt."

Fu Ziqiu let out a "puchi" laugh.

In order to please him last time, Long Xiao opened the door to "show weakness", and he didn't know what kind of sweetness he had tasted. These days, as long as he is sober, he always thinks of ways to act like a baby with him.This person has never been soft in his whole life, and he is unexpectedly handy when doing this kind of thing.

Fu Ziqiu felt that Long Xiao was treating him like a three-year-old child, teasing him nonsense, without the slightest sense of provoking his upper body.The key is that he eats soft and not hard. Before Long Xiao could exert his strength, he was drunk and passed out in the gentleness of the world, with no future at all.

Fu Ziqiu pushed Long Xiao away with his fingers, and picked up the bowl: "Okay, I'll feed you."

Long Xiao sat back and looked at him with a smile on his face. Let alone the tasteless wonton, he could eat poison if he was fed it.

"Are you going to have something to do soon?" Long Xiao asked.

"What can I do? You've become a shopkeeper. I can't show my face outside." Fu Ziqiu put aside the chopped green onions floating on the bowl. I don't even touch it, which means that now my temper is worn out, and my likes and dislikes are all on my face. In the past, I had to endure it if I didn't have to.Helplessly, Fu Ziqiu wanted to let him liberate his nature, so he was used to everything.

He fed a mouthful of wonton and said, "There is your brother, he is the emperor of heaven, he can handle it well."

"That's right." Long Xiao smacked the smell: "Then you can sleep with me later."

Fu Ziqiu let go of his hand, and the spoon fell into the bowl with a very crisp sound.He raised his brows and looked at Long Xiao, his eyes were dark and he didn't know what was brewing.

Long Xiao was really unaware of his dangerous situation. He twisted his neck and stretched his waist: "If you can't sleep, wait until I sleep before leaving. I want to lie down with you for a while."

Fu Ziqiu raised his eyebrows calmly, and licked his red lips with the tip of his tongue: "Okay."

After breakfast, Long Xiao sat for a while.Seeing that Fu Ziqiu had finished clearing the table, he was about to get off the floor and go to bed when suddenly he put an arm across his waist.Fu Ziqiu wrapped his arms around Long Xiao and hugged Long Xiao directly.

"Hey..." Long Xiao was hanging on Fu Ziqiu's arm, his long legs curled up, feeling like a monkey hanging on a tree: "What are you crazy about?"

Fu Ziqiu didn't pay attention, and just put Long Xiao on the bed in this posture, and sternly warned: "From now on, you have to get out of bed without wearing shoes, so you have to go back like this."

Long Xiao was speechless, turned over and nestled in the middle of the bed: "Who are you threatening?"

Fu Ziqiu followed, with half of his body on Long Xiao's body, he opened his neckline with his little finger, and looked inside carefully: "It's all grown up."

Long Xiao lay flat and let him watch: "Ah, you take the medicine every day, and you still have to ask me if it's growing well?"

Fu Ziqiu poked his chest: "Does it hurt?"

Long Xiao shook his head: "This skin just looks tender, I haven't felt it for a long time."

These words seemed to have suddenly opened a lock in Fu Ziqiu's heart. He seemed to be able to hear the clear "click" of the lock, and the emotions and desires that had been suppressed for 800 years came rushing in, urging his eyes to tremble. Much darker.

Fu Ziqiu lowered his head, and a feathery kiss landed on Long Xiao's chest.

Long Xiao felt itchy, smiled and pushed the person aside: "It's so early in the morning, what are you doing?"

Fu Ziqiu raised his head, and at that moment his eyes became anxious and frenzied, full of aggression.

Long Xiao was stunned: "...Aqiu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ziqiu grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the soft quilt.

Fu Ziqiu looked at him, his voice was low and hoarse: "You."

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