When the black-bellied fox Gong meets the cold, gorgeous and cute Shou

A person's life, no matter how long or short, is wonderful as long as he is alive.

He no longer knew what pain was, but at the moment when that man finally disappeared in front of him, he felt unprecedentedly happy.

Blood dripped down the robe onto the ground, and the man——Qingchen, was lying on the ground, the wound on his amputated right hand was still bleeding.

"Leng Qianxun." He called his name, but after a long time, there was no more words.

The white brocade boots ran over his left hand and crushed the bone flute he had left aside. He looked down at the man who had once caused him nightmares, and finally he was no longer under him, letting him ask for help. The pure and weak boy who asked for it.

Now, standing in front of him will be a cruel and bloodthirsty devil.

Qingchen once told him that the bone flute was taken from the humerus of the left hand of his most hated enemy.

But now, his bone flute was already broken, just now, it was gently cracked under his feet.

Bending over to meet Shang Qingchen's bloody eyes, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, and pulled out the dagger, and picked out the humerus bone that could be made into a bone flute from his body, and his pale, excessively fingertips tightened tightly. Holding the left humerus that was still covered in red flesh, squatting in front of Qingchen, he smiled happily, the smile on his lips was like the eyebrows and eyes of Ah Li who got a toy that could make him happy when he was young Same.

"You hate me." Qingchen's voice has already begun to break.

He didn't look up at him, just raised his hand and mercilessly plunged the dagger in his mouth.

The dagger pierced through his tongue and was about to pass through his throat. His cold and beautiful purple eyes clearly reflected Qingchen's blood-stained face. He raised his hand to caress the side of his face. , patted on it lightly, then smiled and pulled out the dagger that had just been pierced into Qingchen's mouth. With the blood on the dagger, stroke by stroke, he carefully carved the bone flute with flesh and blood in his hand.

Senlizuka was already crumbling, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Wearing the white clothes he wore through, he half-kneeled in front of Qingchen, not paying attention to the surrounding environment.

The lowered corners of his eyes were more gentle and earnest than ever before, until he finished carving the last hole of the bone flute, he raised his eyes and met Qing Chen's eyes.

The smile on the corner of his lips is like a child who just got candy. He raised the bone flute in his hand, put it in front of Qingchen, and asked him with a smile: "Look, is it pretty?"

Qingchen could no longer speak, but raised her bleeding eyes and looked deeply at Leng Qianxun's face.

He just asked him, do you hate him?

Leng Qianxun didn't care about the emotion in Qingchen's eyes, smiled and raised his hand to stroke the bone flute that had just been carved in his hand, and his internal force passed through the hole of the bone flute, playing a sharp but beautiful melody.

The answer is, of course, hate.

A large number of colorful silkworms flew from all directions of Qianli Tomb, and soon buried the man who was half lying on the ground alive.

The cries of pain resounded through Qianlizhong along with the cold evening wind, and then, a life that was once so fresh turned into a pile of dross in his gentle and cruel smile.

And the proof that he was still in this world just now is just the big pool of blood on the ground.

It's no different for a living person to experience the pain of a thousand cuts, but he just felt happy and happy watching the scene that should be described as horrible.

That's great, Qingchen is dead.This was his last thought after all this was done.

His pure white snow-like robes were blown by the evening wind, carrying the faint fragrance of bloody crabapple, he turned and walked out of the Senli Tomb, step by step, brisk and joyful, surrounded by colorful silkworms, and behind him, the once buried The thousand-mile mound of his many painful memories began to collapse at that moment, bringing with it the residue of the person he hated the most in his life, returning to dust...

This year, Qingchen died, and A Li was taken away by the boy in black who came to the Dark Cliff to seek medicine and his brother, and left this place that left him in darkness.

This year, in the deep darkness and coldness, he was left alone again...

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Large swaths of blood stained the Shanghua Palace red, and even the mountains and fields behind the Shanghua Palace also spread a bright red color.

The petals of the blood crabapple fluttered along with the flying silkworms in the large expanse of blood, looking for their favorite food.

This year, A Li was taken away by that black-clothed boy, and it has been two years since he and A Li parted ways.

He was wearing the white clothes he wore, standing in a pool of blood, watching the man who gave him the snow silkworm, A Li, knelt on the ground, hugged him from behind A Li, lifted his bloody The hand, covering Ah Li's eyes, is indifferent and easy-going.

Snow silkworms are cold in nature, which is the most undesirable thing for A Li.He stood quietly on one side, waiting for that person to finish what he wanted to say to Ah Li, and let him die quietly. It was because he followed Ah Li's intentions to him, and the purpose of sending snow silkworms to Ah Li was to help Ah Li recover. Basic respect for some former memory.

"A Li, this mountain of bright red and enchanting beauty is a gift from my brother to you who has been away for a long time. Do you like it?" When the man finally calmed down completely, he smiled and walked over to A Li. Before, just like so many times before, he asked Ah Li cruelly what he didn't want to face.

"Brother..." Ah Li raised his eyes, and once again a little mist appeared in his ice-blue pupils.

He lowered his eyes to meet Ah Li's blurred eyes, and when he heard him calling his brother, his voice trembled.

"Once again, you took away Ah Li's most important friend..."

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In the past, when he was in the Dark Cliff, he killed many people who followed Qingchen's orders to contact A Li and deceive him.

He even let Ah Li watch him eat that man with colorful silkworms.

But even so, Ah Li at that time had never been so sad as he was at this time.

He saw Ah Li lower his hand and hold the lifeless right hand of the man hugging him from behind. Big tears fell from his clear eyes. That was the first time he saw Ah Li like that. Crying helplessly.

It was as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

In the bright purple eyes, there was no slight fluctuation.His pale fingers stretched out slightly, but just as he was about to touch Ah Li's long silver hair, he retracted them again.

Ah Li never cried loudly easily, when he was sad and wronged, he would not shed tears, only when he was really sad, he would shed tears quietly, it was like this since he was a child.

But now, Ah Li was sitting on the blood-stained land in front of him, crying loudly.

The bloodlust and cruelty in the eyes seemed to disappear at this moment.He suddenly knelt down silently, stretched out his hand and hugged Ah Li into his arms, just like in the past that he deliberately made him forget.

Gently and unresistingly let Ah Li's head rest on his embrace, not paying attention to his trembling after being dazed at the moment he was touched by him, he stretched out his hand, again and again, gently caressing Ah Li had long hair that had turned into silvery white after death.

The cold air seemed to be frozen in the air at this moment, and everything became quiet.

There was no extra emotion in those bright purple eyes, he raised his eyes to see the mountains not far away through Ah Li, and after a long time, raised his hand and touched Ah Li's sleeping hole.

A Li can hate him, but he can't be afraid of him, let alone remember the little bit of gentleness he treated him...

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Gently and carefully picked up A Li who had fallen asleep, walked over the corpses everywhere and approached the empty main hall of Shanghua Palace, put A Li on the bed, and feeding him to swallow would help him to neutralize the snow silkworm cold in his body He stood on the edge of the bed, lowered his eyes, just like the year when he was 17 years old that brought him from the Lengjiabao to the Dark Cliff, looked down at this face that was very similar to himself, looked up. He raised his hand and gently placed it on the side of his face. After a long time, he finally turned and left.

At the moment of Qingchen's death, he didn't care about the so-called love and hate. He just remembered that the cute little brother who was chubby in the past vowed to him that when he grows up, he will definitely invite many, many friends. The serious and innocent look on the doctor's face when he came to see his brother.

All the past was buried by time and blood. He was alone and had lived in the abyss for a long time. In the cruel and painful time, his initial expectation turned into despair. So far, he has been regarded as a heartless person.

The white brocade boots stepped across the blood-spattered land, and when he passed by the side of the person who just hugged A Li and made A Li cry loudly for him, he turned his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at the person's eyebrows and eyes , After a long time, the mountain ghost was still called.

Although Wuhen's toxicity is overbearing, it is the mildest drug he has ever developed.

With half a stick of incense, he will really sleep forever.Although after being rescued, he is destined to be a useless person.But, if Ah Li wants him to live, then he will let him live...

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