The invulnerability of fast wear

That day was also a waning moon night like this night, and Yan Song, who needed to fill ten jars with mountain spring water, was struggling to finish the final work.

For him who had only one year of skill at that time, it was not surprising that it would take a lot of effort just to go back and forth from the mountain stream to the residence, and it was not surprising that it took a whole day-he just wanted to finish the task quickly, and then I went to catch up on my sleep while the sky was still shining.

But there are some people who don't even want to make him happy.

In the Qingxi Valley, the owner of the valley stands on the top of the mountain and looks down on the existence of all living beings, followed by the second master, followed by the big and small housekeepers, and the servants, living at the bottom of the Qingxi Valley, live or die, No one cares - as for him who is labeled as "momper", after "falling out of favor", he is a lower existence than all servants, and anyone can step on it.

Yan Song also had the idea of ​​running away at first, but the heavy labor almost squeezed all his energy. While he was tired of coping, he found that he was being watched by most people, just because he used to be the owner of the valley. people.

Those who stopped him on the road that night were rascals from several nearby houses. These people were assigned a few idle positions in the valley by virtue of their distant relatives. They were used to bullying men and women. As long as they were not caught by the supervisor, they would do anything. It can be seen that he would be malicious to such a good-looking but useless good-for-nothing like Yan Song, not to mention that this person was once the "love" of the owner of the valley.

They thought Yan Song was a bastard with a large number of people, and they decided to humiliate him by humiliating women.

Yan Song was pressed to the ground, and the added water was sprinkled all over the floor.

These days have already made him see the warmth and coldness of the world, but he never imagined that the malice of human nature can be so vulgar and vulgar—those people pulled his clothes and his trousers, revealing a lingering look. It was a disgusting thing, intended to humiliate him. The rough touching and stinky biting made him sick. At that time, he felt that the air pocket where Wu Xie had needled him was vaguely loose. .

It was because of this looseness that he kicked over the pickle, and broke away from the opponent's shackles in a disheveled manner. He didn't even care about the bucket, and fled to the top of the cliff where the water was fetched.

At that moment, he felt the despair of being abandoned by the whole world. When the danger was approaching step by step, he was left alone in the embarrassment of fighting alone.

Eventually, he jumped off.

After breaking two twigs and dislocating his arms, he luckily grabbed a bunch of short tree trunks and hung from the cliff for an hour. Only when he was sure that those people had dispersed did he slide down slowly on the rocks. In countless dangerous moments, he landed on a remote path, and after making sure that his feet were firmly planted, he immediately knelt down.

He knelt weakly for a long time, until the cold sweat all over his body was dried by the wind, and his torn muscles were still trembling, but his heart became extraordinarily peaceful——he looked at the world beyond the cliff, thinking blankly, Compared to living such a dirty and exhausting life, death seems to be no more important matter, so since you are not even afraid of death, why do you hide from those bastards?

He staggered, stumbled back to the room, numbly listened to the supervisor's scolding, and then pulled out a piece of iron wire from the barrel, which had been broken into three pieces by him, and each piece was sharpened. It was something he had intended to use on the guards when he was escaping, but now he didn't want to.

He just wants to kill.

The first person, he killed very easily. He came from a family of martial arts, and his understanding of the acupuncture points of the human body is as good as anyone else. The little finger can't even do it, so he can only let him vent his anger, kick and beat him, even begging him, he can only scream "ah, ah", like a waste.

Just like he used to be.

As for the latter three, it is even simpler.

The servants in the Qingxi Valley must erase their "□□" and dedicate everything, but Yan Song silently observes all kinds of people around him, only to find that Wu Xie is the only one who can finally cleanse himself and erase his desires Just the valley owner.

Only this person's body was extremely clean from beginning to end.

It took Yan Song some time to find the location of the prostitution court. There were men and women doing business here. He pretended to be physically weak and asked for the most powerful dose of medicine. In the hands of the person who handed it over, besides the three bastards, the target of revenge was a woman who had tried to comfort him through him.

That night, he listened to the chaotic voices outside the window, but there was no disturbance or reaction in his heart. He looked at the moon that was gradually rounding, thinking neither of home nor the future. What kind of means will be used to castrate the people inside.

A sweet fragrance came out from the gap, and was quickly blown away by the night wind. He smelled that smell, but he was thinking of another person, the man who lived on the mountain, who seemed to only eat flowers and drink dew. .

The man always had a strong smell of medicine, his skin was pale and bloodless, and his black shirt and white lining were rigid and serious, but he was able to wear the charm of asceticism. His habitually slightly raised jaw revealed a faint blue blood vessel neck, slender. Strong palms, moody, vicious and brutal personality, knowledge that can save people and kill people... If it is such a person, Yan Song thinks, if he meets such a person, it seems that it is not completely unacceptable.

And now, this person is under him.

"I've wanted to do this to you for a long time."

The sound of the cloth being shredded was clear and moving, the flying fragments rose high, and then fell lightly, revealing the snow-white inner garment under the man's black shirt.

The clothes there were tucked into the man's black belt, and the dazzling red was rendered into the delicate cotton texture from his bitten wounds, revealing clusters of peony color, from the neckline to the shoulders, and then to the quilt. Shackled arms.

Wu Xie was indifferent to this, he had already been enveloped by sudden great sadness and grief.

When arranging all this, he never expected that there would be such extreme operations in Qingxi Valley. He was shocked, angry, and unbelievable—even, death would not be a pity.

After all, he is not "Wu Xie". It is precisely because he cannot be truly indifferent and has to surrender his life to do it. This kind of pain and guilt for hurting innocent people puts him under a lot of pressure——He thought Find ways to make up for the other person, only to find in despair that there is no way for him to make up.

He tried to maintain the superficial skin and treat this person well, but found that he was the only one who was touched in the end. This person was still suffering unimaginable pain. The impact of the so-called "pollution" in the customs clearance requirements was far more than a set of pale data. Simple.

When he doesn't know, he can still deceive himself.

But now, he can only figure out the character of the original body, and express the guilt deep in his heart through thin words——

"I owe you."

The man's voice was still hoarse, and the emotion fluctuating in his pupils was so subtle that it was hard to detect:

"You want me to pay it back, of course."

However, Yan Song's reaction was unexpected.

"Really, do you think so?" The strength of the young man pressing on him suddenly increased, even trembling unnecessarily, "But, Axie, I look at you now—I just feel disgusted."

However, Wu Xie's expression remained unchanged, as if such words were not enough to shake him.

Yan Song was not surprised.

He looked at this person quietly, as if seeing his former self.

From being superior to becoming a prisoner of others, from struggling to get rid of it, to being exhausted... But Wu Xie is different from him. This person is too rational. After recognizing the situation clearly, he will not even give the other party an excuse for punishment.

This person faces everything that happens to him as if it were insignificant. Those bad things don't affect any of his decisions, let alone induce his thinking.

Yan Song had nothing to do with him, and at the same time, he also felt suspicious, confused, guilty, guilty, tired and disgusted with such Wu Xie.

He didn't know where the nausea and boredom came from, maybe it was because he found that the person he longed for was not clean, maybe it was because he was repeating history in a way he used to disdain, maybe it was because...he couldn't face the past "Yan Song" can't face himself now.

The torn black pieces rose together with the wind, and the man's inner lining was still white. Yan Song let go, but another impulse grabbed him, causing an unstoppable wave of destruction to surge in his heart—— He wanted to kill Wu Xie, even for a moment.

Sweeping the toe of the shoe, the shiny dagger was kicked to his hand with a piercing friction sound. When Yan Song touched the ice cold, his mind, which was dazzled by the boiling blood, suddenly woke up. When he was awake, he became more clear about his desire.

He's going to get the man dirty.

The severe pain of the sharp dagger cutting flesh almost made people cry out. Wu Xie gritted his teeth and held back. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore Yan Song, who was already abnormal, and slashed his only remaining underwear frantically. The system screamed wildly in his ears, but he found the pleasure of redemption in this pain - he didn't even understand the meaning of this insistence, there was no one else here, even if he didn't open the whole body paralyzed, there would be no one. Praise, he is not a character who understands righteousness and saves the common people, and he himself is not a masochist.

But in the face of this person's madness, this person's pain that cannot be vented, this person's full of grief, apart from being suppressed, there is only the urge to cry - Wu Xie thought, maybe he really got into the drama, so that He had to find a way to comfort himself before he could grit his teeth and continue with the next thing.

When Yan Song stabbed his right arm with a knife, he let out a short and hoarse scream, but Yan Song laughed, and pulled out the blade suddenly, feeling the trembling that he curled up in that moment because of the pain, and felt the same pain again. place, stabbed again.

Humming like he was dying, Wu Xie was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

The laughter changed from low to sharp, and the madness spread from indoors to outdoors. With the continuous influx of blood, the panting became more and more rapid, and finally turned into a weeping sound like a suffocation, with a choking sound like a bellows leaking. It was hot in the crevices of his robe, which could no longer see the original color.

Yan Song, who was crying and laughing, was somewhat uncontrollable. He looked at the bright red area under his body, and his blood-stained hands were slippery and sticky, disgusting, but he thought that the blood belonged to Wu Xie, so he couldn't help but bow his head taste.

It was fishy, ​​slightly salty, and had a cool feeling. He began to be unable to restrain himself from trembling all over. The overly intense emotion forced him to breathe heavily in order to get fresher air. The lobes of his lungs began to swell. With a mouth full of blood, he lowered his head to search for something that could calm him down, and finally caught the man's chin, and then went up, and imprinted the thin and cold lips that he thought about day and night.

Now, it's really rouge.

He let go of the dagger, gently held the opponent's cheek with both hands, dyed the opponent's lips with the tip of his tongue, and pried open the jaws of the man who was unconscious due to pain. He tasted carefully, and finally touched the soft and The tip of the tongue was warm, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, he just licked it around the tongue, the rubbing feeling made people feel deeply, and he slowly poured the blood to the other party, just like a husband who patiently feeds water to his lover.

The vermilion overflowed from between the lips and teeth, and the person lying on it was amused, and was unwilling to let go when he was obsessed, but the tears kept flowing, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness. His fingertips trembled suddenly, and he sat up abruptly as if he had been awakened from a dream. After a long pause, he tremblingly grabbed the man's already weak wrist, trying to diagnose his pulse.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's my fault... Axie, I'm so happy, no, I'm so sad..." As he spoke, the young man cried loudly, "I'm so sad Axie, you know I'm so sad...I only have you, I found that I only have you, Axie..."

His crying sound stopped suddenly, and turned into a small and suppressed sob. He picked up the dagger and whispered in the other party's ear:

"Are you angry?"

The other party did not answer, and the half-closed eyes did not open.

"I'll make amends for you." The young man said in a low voice, as if whispering, "I'm going to die, okay?"

Hearing this, the man lifted his heavy eyelids with difficulty, stared at the out-of-focus place without sadness or joy, took a breath, coughed, and then closed his eyes again.

Yan Song knew that he had reached his limit.

He put his forehead on the other's still clean collarbone, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"Will you be happy if I die?"

As if he didn't want to listen to anyone's answer, the young man held the dagger behind his back, stabbed himself in the abdomen, and then licked, as if this body was not his, and let the gushing blood wet the Tsing Yi.

He threw the dagger far away, an untouchable distance beyond the chains, and then he settled down, hugging his bruised "Master" and fell asleep.

The first quarter moon is bright, and there is nothing to say about good dreams.