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Like a beautifully colored flower blooming branches and leaves, revealing its sharp fangs, Zhou Zhouyi looked at Cheng Shuo's violently trembling pupils, and his flushed face due to poor breathing showed a mixture of excitement and excitement unabashedly. A malicious smile, as if watching a once-in-a-lifetime comedy.

Cheng Shuo let go of his hand as if he had been scalded by something. Zhou Zhouyi, who had lost his shackles, felt his legs go limp and almost fell to the ground. He leaned against the wall behind him with his body arched and coughed a few times while covering his neck. Only then did he finally find his own voice, and laughed in a hoarse voice: "Senior Brother, my good senior brother..."

He raised his head again, his eyes were filled with scalding venom, which seemed to corrode his flesh and blood: "Did you guess it?"

Cheng Shuo's hands shook uncontrollably, but his consciousness fell into a short trance.

He seemed to be dragged back to that cloudy day with thunder and rain all of a sudden. The young man who was held in his hands stood in front of him in a mess, with an expression of crying and smiling, the light in his eyes together with the mottled blood stains were wiped out. The heavy rain washed and extinguished and mixed with mud all over the ground.

What did Ye Changyu say at that time?

Cheng Shuo thought vaguely.

what.

He said, "I don't want your hazelnut crumble."

Cheng Shuo couldn't remember what kind of expression and mood he had at that time, whether he felt that the world was spinning, or that the world was falling apart. He stood there, at that moment, at that moment, everything in front of him, all the thoughts in his heart Knowing that, together with those self-deceptions, right and wrong, right and wrong, they were all split face to face by a sharp knife in front of him like a big absurd dream.

He used to believe, without a doubt, that he was calm enough, rational enough, enough to understand which one of the world's thousands of roads he was taking, and also enough to know that everything that happened on Wuyan Mountain was like a blizzard covering the remaining flowers, and he didn't come out again. when.

But he forgot that when the spring breeze blows the banks of the willows in the coming year, and the white snow melts into spring water, nothing will disappear, everything will still be there.Those looking at each other through the mirror, snuggling with admiration, whispering love words and hot kisses, all spiraled up his heart like vines covered with thorns, shedding bloody wounds, telling him .

—everything is still there.

Cheng Shuo returned to the Changkong Gate. No one saw anything wrong with him. He was still a gentle and refined elder brother, a model of the immortal sect, and a hero who wiped out the Demon Cult. Everywhere he walked, people admired him. It was as if he held the wounded young man in front of his eyes time and time again, and then stabbed him heartily again.

There's nothing wrong with that, what's wrong with that.

The way is like this, good and evil are always in conflict.

...It's just that I am wrong, so I feel dazzling.

After counting the casualties inside the door, he took the recorded booklet to the master and knelt down in front of the master, and handed it with his expression unchanged.He listened to the voice of the master flipping through the pages, and his eyes stayed on a bluestone slab that seemed to be cracked under the chair. He seemed to have nothing in his mind, and he seemed to be thinking about something irrelevant.

He heard his master praise him for his meritorious deeds and his sensitivity, but when he looked at the person who used to wander in his dreams every night, like a jade carved from ice, he felt full of absurdity.

Suddenly, Master's cold fingers touched the corners of his eyes, and he said in surprise when he saw Master.

"Why are you crying?"

Cheng Shuo touched the hot tears on his hands.

His back folded down little by little, his forehead was tightly pressed against his clenched fist, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were closed tightly, but he didn't hold back the tears that burst from his eyes and the wailing that overflowed his throat.

There used to be a colorful butterfly staying at his fingertips and playing around him, but now it was slapped on the ground by the violent wind and rain, and stepped into the mud by himself.

...he will never fall at his fingertips again.

Cheng Shuo finally admitted.

Snow doesn't cover everything, everything is still there.

He loves Ye Changyu.

How ridiculous, he didn't realize that he loved him until he brought his family of immortals to flatten his home, killed his father and mentor, and tore up the warmth of the past with his own hands.

But at this moment, at this moment, Cheng Shuo looked at Zhou Zhouyi, listened to his question, and in the familiar and terrifying fragrance, those wounds and the past were pricked again by a needle, piercing the scab, But still couldn't help lowering his voice, he couldn't tell whether it was panic or angrily asking: "What kind of fragrance do you have?"

Zhou Zhouyi paused for a moment, then reached out and took out an old sachet from his bosom. It was stained with blood and mud, and couldn't be washed off. appearance.But Cheng Shuo recognized this sachet - at the inn, he squatted in front of the boy, tied it lightly around his waist, and could kiss his face when he raised his head - this was the sachet he gave Ye Changyu.

Zhou Zhouyi grinned and licked his fangs, his voice hoarse and dry after being pinched: "What do you think, brother?"

"Give it to me." Cheng Shuo said.

"Why did I give it to you?" Zhou Zhouyi opened his eyes wide, his face full of contrived innocence, "Brother, what is your identity to ask me for this?"

Cheng Shuo's eyes turned cold: "This is not your property at all."

"Why is this not mine anymore?" Zhou Zhouyi laughed, "This sachet was given to me by its owner..."

"Bullshit!"

"Brother, why don't you believe it? If it wasn't for my help that day, that person would have died on the mountain." Zhou Zhouyi stared at his expression, and his voice also raised, "He was injured so badly, with a knife and a sword, and his legs were injured. His waist was injured and broken, and he had no good skin at all. He staggered and asked me if I could save him——

"That looks so pitiful, how could I not save him. Let me think about it, I think about it, he had a hairpin in his hair at that time, and he looked familiar..."

The last bit of blood on Cheng Shuo's face also faded away.

Zhou Zhouyi said, "Yeah, brother. Where's your hairpin?"

-

Ye Ye stayed with Qi Yuan all day.

After all, he is a child, with a lively personality and a quick mouth, without the slightest bit of vigilance. In a few words, he gave Ye Ye the gossip from top to bottom of Changkongmen. When he finally finished talking, it was lunch time.

The eating time and place of the outer disciples of the Changkong Sect are all fixed. After all, Ye Ye was brought in privately by Zhou Zhouyi, so he can only wait for Qi Yuan to sneak back after eating.Before the kid left, he was afraid that Ye Ye would be bored, so he rummaged through the bookshelves for a long time and gave him a book to pass the time.

Idle is idle, Ye Ye really flipped through it, and found that this is not a strange novel or a travelogue, but a family history of Changkongmen, with all kinds of reading notes and experience written on both sides And rainbow fart, almost blowing out a flower from the sky gate.

It can be seen that Qi Yuan loves Changkongmen from the bottom of his heart.

But after thinking about it, I can understand that according to the setting of this world, there are only a few people who can get into the immortal sect and have the ability to cultivate. The Kongmen can be regarded as a dragon level in the industry. If you can enter the Changkongmen, even if you are an outer disciple, you will be dragged a little while walking down the mountain.

But these have nothing to do with Ye Ye, not to mention that he is a scumbag in love and has no interest in cultivation. Even if he wants to live a long life and spend all over the world, the dantian of his current body is still leaking. It is impossible for him to practice successfully again when he returns to the right way, at best he can learn some real boxing kung fu to exercise his body.

Fortunately, Qi Yuan was afraid that he would be bored, so he ate lunch quickly, and Ye Ye took the Changkongmen Family History and hula-la-lahed it ten times, and the kid ran back, and Shua Lala took out two big flower rolls from his pocket let him eat.

In the afternoon, when Qi Yuan went to class, Ye Ye didn't dare to wander around even if he had no identity. He was afraid that someone would recognize his identity and he would be killed before he had time to formally take revenge. He could only walk around the room Finally, when he was tired from walking around, he climbed to the bed that Qi Yuan helped tidy up and took a late nap.

The drowsiness in the afternoon was always fierce, covering the sky and the sun, and when Ye Ye woke up, it was already evening.

Ye Ye vaguely felt someone approaching him. He opened his eyes and saw a face against the light. It seemed to be smiling with crooked eyebrows. It was lying on the side of the bed and looking at him. The red fire cloud opened up behind him. Curling outside the gate, like an unprovoked fire.

"Zhou Zhouyi?" Ye Ye called out, "Why are you here?"

"Of course I came to see you." Zhou Zhouyi said.

Ye Ye understood: "It seems that you made him unhappy by fulfilling your wish."

"It's more than..." Zhou Zhouyi laughed, his voice was small and hoarse, like the cry of some small animal, and he said in a coquettish voice, "The way he looked at me almost tore me apart Now, if I hadn't revealed that you were still alive, you probably wouldn't have seen me..."

As he spoke, his cold fingers stretched out to grab Ye Ye's hand, and slowly rubbed his swollen cheekbones, skinned eyebrows, and finally fell on the cold neck, Ye Ye's fingers even I could feel his vibrating Adam's apple.

His chin was slightly raised, exposing his entire neck to Ye Ye. From this angle, Ye Ye could only see the dark pupils covered by thick eyelashes. Zhou Zhouyi said in a hoarse voice: "His strength Big, I've been strangled until my neck is blue, Mr. Ye, touch it, touch it..."

Like a wild animal that has just won a great victory, he returns to his territory in full force, stretches his limbs lazily, and even condescendingly conceives the idea of ​​surrendering his fragile neck to his prize.

Ye Ye really rubbed his neck lightly with his thumb, then smiled slowly.

He straightened up suddenly, and gently kissed the bright bruises on his neck, as if kissing the ostentatious flowers on the side of the road.

Zhou Zhouyi's heart moved slightly, and he opened his mouth as if to speak, but before he could make any sound, he felt the canine teeth of the person in front of him suddenly gently crush his Adam's apple.

——With some kind of indescribable erotic signal, the feeling as if the life gate of his whole body was firmly squeezed in the palm of the other party, but was gently let go, Zhou Zhouyi let out a small groan from his throat sound.

The boy let go of the tips of his teeth, and licked his tongue along the teeth marks as if to please him, then put his body on Zhou Zhouyi's shoulders and looked at him from top to bottom.

There is a whole sunset hidden in those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Zhou Zhouyi pulled his hand away and let him fall, fell into his arms, and kissed him.

This is his trophy.

Even with the tusks pulled out and the claws sharpened, it's still so pretty and fun as a gleaming booty.

The author has something to say: I wanted to write more, but I just started school, I have been busy for a long time, I am too sleepy, I fell asleep halfway through the writing hahahahahaha, let’s start first