He survived under the hands of Bai Yueguang

At the foot of the mountain, they returned to the thatched hut where they met the bandits.

Tongues of flames flying with ashes flew in the air, and the foot of the mountain was also faintly visible.It was heard that the missing teenagers in the village had returned for the first time, and some never came back. Hope was completely lost, and some families were happy and others were sad.

Zhou Yiguang was a little tired, lying lazily on his side on the uncomfortable couch, squinting at Zhou Yan.

"Why do I think, you are looking forward to it."

Zhou Yan: "What do you expect?"

"Expect me to kill."

A trace of panic flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes, and there were some inexplicable things, deliberately pretending not to understand: "What? I've killed too many, and I'm not used to it? You know, they deserve to die. And the people you rescued ..."

Zhou Yiguang got up suddenly, approached Zhou Yan, his eyes were burning, he interrupted his flickering words, and said to the point: "You want me to be as sinful as you, to go to hell just like you."

The scene suddenly froze, and an atmosphere of unease rose.

When the tension reached the extreme, Zhou Yiguang suddenly smiled, charming and seductive, as if the mountain was full of peach blossoms: "Why beat around the bush, I will accompany you, always by my side."

Zhou Yan pressed Zhou Yiguang on the couch with his backhand: "Will you accompany me when I go to hell?"

"Accompany." The warm spit|breath lingered in my ears.

"You know, that place of hell really exists, and it's a terrible place."

"I'll accompany you." Zhou Yiguang kissed his ear and said softly.

I heard that I am also a spirit-carrying person in this world. I was originally an evil ghost who jumped up from hell. Why not go back with you?

Zhou Yan's voice was low: "Shanghemen's methods are vicious and despised by the world. Look at me, they are not much better than them."

Zhou Yan put his hand on his heart and tapped it lightly, implying that he is also a person who digs his heart and blood for longevity.Zhou Yiguang blinked vigorously, he wondered if he was wrong, that mighty king, at this moment, there seemed to be anxiety in his eyes?

Is he afraid that he will despise him?

Zhou Yiguang pressed that hand tightly to his heart until the heavy squeeze made him unable to breathe.

Zhou Yiguang pressed close to his ear: "I don't care."

Since when did the feelings become so strong? It is obvious that he is in an illusion through the soul, and it is clear that everything in this world has little to do with him, but it is so strong that it is illogical.Zhou Yiguang couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it, and completely surrendered to the desire of his body, and surrendered himself to the feeling.

The flames blazed endlessly throughout the night, and the shadows of the fragrant clothes and temples were scattered in front of the couch, illuminated by the messy moonlight.What a night, exciting and lively.

The system doesn't want to prompt any more, anyway, this person doesn't bother to read it.

After dawn, there were three days left for the task to be due.

****

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the sound of cicadas is not dry, the grace is not gone, and the swallows are whispering.

The morning light shines on Zhou Yiguang's face through the torn window paper, his body hurts a lot, thinking he didn't sleep well, the young man frowned slightly.Zhou Yan leaned over and kissed his forehead, and then moved to the end of his eyes and the base of his ears.

Zhou Yan admired, the sunlight penetrated through the staggered branches and leaves of the trees, and passed through the mottled window paper, turning into fragments and falling on the boy's chest covered with marks.The streaks of cyan and crimson became more and more vivid on the smooth skin, reminding everything that was intense last night, which was even more dazzling than those shards of light.

Zhou Yan seemed to be unable to look away, just staring straight at it.

The thin and narrow quilt only partially covered the calf, exposing a section of the ankle, slender and fragile, with distinct bones.

Zhou Yiguang was covered in scars, which made Zhou Yan blame himself a bit, did he attack too hard yesterday?

But the faint smell in the air belonged only to the two of them, overlapping together, the lingering lingering lingering charm was even more charming than the smell of blood on the altar of longevity.This made Zhou Yan feel that he could strike harder and harder, wishing he could eat it alive.

Speaking of the Altar of Longevity, it is the bronze sacrificial vessel placed in the palace.The formation of the sacrificial vessel is in line with the gossip of heaven, which can maximize the accumulation of aura in the heart and blood of the spirit-carrying person, and continue Zhou Yan's life in this world.If the aura continues, you will live forever.

Zhou Yan suddenly thought that he hadn't gone to get blood for a long time.Something seemed to have happened in the underworld. Fewer and fewer spirit-carrying people escaped to the ground, and less and less source blood was imprisoned.When the spirit-carrying people are completely exhausted, it means that Zhou Yan's deadline is approaching.

But he didn't seem to be very anxious, looking at Zhou Yiguang lying beside him, Zhou Yan was in a peaceful state of mind.

Zhou Yiguang in his sleep seemed to feel a scorching gaze on his face, subconsciously moved his body, opened his eyes, and wanted to get up.

As soon as he opened his eyes in the haze, and saw a ray of sky light, Zhou Yan suddenly stretched out his hand to cover Zhou Yiguang's eyes, very lightly, the index finger seemed to be kissing Zhou Yiguang's eye sockets, and the ring finger comforted the slightly fluttering eyelashes. There is nothing like this in the world. Something softer.

With his eyes covered, Zhou Yiguang raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a firm tone, "How long has it been?"

"How long has it been?"

After not speaking for a long time, his throat was a little dry, and Zhou Yan's voice was low and hoarse, as if there was an inexplicable restraint.The deep and hoarse tone, like a cocoon that Zhou Yan had sharpened by holding a sword all year round, sharpened Zhou Yiguang's nerves.

Just felt it yesterday.

"How long have you been peeking at me?"

Zhou Yiguang rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.The smile became more and more obvious, and there was still a little laziness between the eyebrows and the tiredness of deep sleep.

Zhou Yan kissed his lower lip, and gently ground his teeth with his teeth, instead of a verbal answer.The faint smell of blood diffused, making people feel refreshed.There was also a wound here last night, and today it was lightly licked, and it broke again.

Zhou Yiguang was immersed in such darkness, asking for whatever he wanted.

At the end, Zhou Yan picked up Zhou Yiguang's scattered clothes on the ground, and watched him put them on one by one.Zhou Yiguang dressed slowly, every belt was neatly tied, and the white placket covered the red marks on his neck, as if nothing had happened.

It was dark yesterday, but today Zhou Yan can really see what is the beauty of the world.

When I heard the word "Oiran" in the past, I just thought it was vulgar and extremely gaudy.Not only can't arouse the slightest interest, but also can't help but cast aside.Just like many things in the world, Zhou Yan can't understand them with ordinary people's feelings, and Zhou Yan is naturally disgusted with other things.For example, love matters, and incidentally, even the folk tales depicting Fengyue are disgusted, and I find it vulgar and boring.

Now, to have personally experienced the boundless wind and moon, it is really embarrassing.

A "squeak" came from the dilapidated wooden door.

Zhou Yiguang pushed the door, walked out, stood at the door and looked at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him.Squinting his eyes at the piercing sunlight, his mind was a little messed up, so he took advantage of the light to clear himself up.

Zhou Yan was still sitting inside the house, the light inside the house was much weaker than that outside, so Zhou Yiguang standing in the light was even more eye-catching.

Facing the door, Zhou Yan seemed to be emotional, and said softly: "It seems... that if you have someone to accompany you, there is nothing wrong with growing old and being forgotten by the world in a remote mountain village."

Zhou Yiguang heard every word clearly outside the door, but pretended not to hear, and looked back into the room: "What did you say?"

Together... slowly growing old?

Zhou Yiguang didn't even dare to think about it, after all, he was not from this world.When the task is over, it's time for him to go.

When I mention the task, I have a headache again. How many days are left?Three days, three days, right?In fact, now, Zhou Yiguang can recruit Wuji Sword at any time, but he doesn't want to, so he can delay it for a while, preferably until the end.

Zhou Yiguang may be the most negative fast travel player in history.

Zhou Yiguang finds it strange that his basic status in this world is that he is an oiran, but he wants to participate in the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu. The task is actually to steal sword moves. What is the system's intention?Does this system have any favorite hobby?

Zhou Yiguang thought that the Fufeng Pavilion on the 24th floor is indeed the master of martial arts in the world, and even his own destiny swordsmanship was picked up from there.And the stone room he was in when he bound the system, the walls were full of portraits, obscure and gloomy, what's the story behind it?

There were too many thoughts in one thought, Zhou Yiguang thought it was funny, he thought his mission was to play the piano and compose music, to turn all living beings upside down.

But in front of him, there is only one person who is turned upside down for him, and wins all living beings.

Zhou Yiguang's smile fell on Zhou Yan's eyes, which was a bit dazzling.

Zhou Yan didn't repeat what he said just now: "It's fine if you don't hear it."

Zhou Yan thought for a while, and as he grew old, he didn't seem to have this blessing.Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of mortals, but he is either born or dead, so how can he be old.But Zhou Yiguang will grow old and die. At that time, relying on the aura of the same origin to live forever in the world, is it interesting?

Zhou Yan was taken aback by his own thought, and quickly lowered his face, pretending not to be emotional.

But Zhou Yiguang had heard what he said before, word for word, in his heart, just now he pretended not to hear, but now seeing his vague expression, he wanted to tease him out.

"On the 24th floor, I won't be easily forgotten by the world, and I can grow old in the mountains freely. I can't, and you can't either. I am afraid that there is no successor for the throne of Shangling Kingdom."

Zhou Yan also came out of the room, unexpectedly Zhou Yiguang swayed him, the boy pretended not to hear.

Instead of being angry, he smiled: "Then you still don't know me well enough. I hate persecution and restraint the most in my life, and the throne can't restrain me."

"Marry a wife and have children, look after the young at the age of one, and look after the old at the age of three, and study with him at the Taixue Lecture Academy. In less than five years, I will be able to pave all the way for the heir to the dragon chair."

Zhou Yan looked at Zhou Yiguang with a smile, his eyes were cold: "Do you think I can't do it?"

Although it was a joke, Zhou Yiguang was furious when he heard it, his fists were clenched unconsciously, and he stared dangerously at Zhou Yan:

"Okay, you marry one, I'll kill the other. As long as you are not afraid of chaos in the world, you can make a list for the draft."

As soon as the words came out, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, Zhou Yiguang didn't know what happened to him at that moment, okay, so he was paranoid.

"Do you threaten me?"

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, with strong love mixed with strong killing intent. They always tried to suppress love with anger to escape the fact that they had already been deeply involved.

Zhou Yiguang smiled: "It's not that serious, and it's not a threat, just tell the truth."

"Actually, there is no other way. If you marry a wife..."

"Either I continue to go back to the 24th floor and be my luthier, and we will never see each other."

"Or, you kill me."

The author has something to say:

Zhou Yan: It's so cool.

Zhou Yiguang: Ahem, I feel better.

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