After the women's dress, I had an affair with Wuxian

"How long will this sick young master live?"

"Who knows, maybe it will be tomorrow. He coughed up blood again during lunch just now. It has been like this for seven days in a row. He probably won't live long."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Fujiwara also resigned from the Patriarch yesterday. He is a famous doctor all over the world."

"A genius doctor can't snatch someone from the god of death, and he is not the first doctor to resign. That young master with a bad temper is the fate of an early death."

Across the two barrier doors, the servants were talking rustlingly, and the sound of discussion without consideration penetrated into the ears of the people in the room.

The frail young man was lying under the quilt, looking at the dim roof. He was weak and haggard, and his exposed skin was pale without light.

A thin layer of skin wrapped around the bones, extremely thin, and the light blue blood vessels in the neck were constantly beating, slender and weak.

He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tortured by the disease and became emaciated, with sunken eye sockets and blue lips. He could vaguely see his originally handsome and clear facial features.

He rolled his eyes, listening to the unscrupulous conversation of the servants.The shriveled eyelids wrapped the bloodshot eyeballs, and they looked stiff and terrifying like a doll.

"..."

They seemed to have decided that they were short-lived, and they cursed him blatantly in front of his house.

His life is not long, and his breath is dying.

is the best word for him.

Gui Wu Tsuji licked his dry lips, the lips that had not been wet for a long time cracked and bled due to a sudden movement, he sipped it, and the salty liquid flowed into his mouth.

He moved his gaze down to the window in the orange twilight.

There was a grey-yellow sparrow parked there, and it cocked its head and made a crisp chirp: "Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

Noisy.

Noisy like a crow.

The little sparrow fluttered in without knowing the wink, and bounced around with its wings fluttering around him, and finally stopped on a plate of dim sum.The red beak nimbly pecks at the food.

"Chirp!"

The chubby bird flapped its wings and ate its stomach, and then became interested in the only human in the room.

It bounced and flew in front of Gui Wu Tsuji Mucan, staring at him with black peas, raised its neck and called out: "Chirp!"

Onimai Tsuji stared at it for a while, then stretched out a hand in front of it.

The joints are slender, and the fingertips are pale.

The little bird jumped up, hooked his fingers with its claws, and shook its body again, its round body was extremely cute.

"..." His eyes moved slightly.

Suddenly, Guiwu Tsuji's heart suddenly felt restless, and his thin chest was hotter than ever before, and his breath began to smell fishy.

With a wave of his hand, he flung the bird away. His weak body tilted, and he lay down on the soft quilt with his eyes closed, and his breathing was rapid.The blood from the throat surged up and landed on the white bedding, like blossoming red plums in the snow.

"Save, save..."

He pinched his throat with both hands, and pronounced two syllables with difficulty. His lungs seemed to be crushed by a heavy object, which made him unable to breathe at all. His eyes were full of white light, and he felt dizzy.

Blushing blushed on his pale face, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, his limp body kicked the quilt vigorously, trying to attract the attention of those outside.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Birds fluttered around him, refusing to leave.

"help me……"

His skinny hands clutched the fabric under his body tightly, he exhaled with difficulty, his vocal cords could not vibrate, and the voice for help was drowned in the fragmented noise.

Unable to stand up with his thin and pale body, he used all his strength to crawl towards the door.

Little by little.

He tried his best to seize the way of life that belonged to him, even if he was dying.

live...

"There seems to be some noise in the room, is that young master about to wake up?"

"It's just the chirping of birds."

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

"The young master doesn't like people to disturb him when he's resting. Last time Heza made him angry, and he couldn't get out of bed because of the beating."

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan's eyes were full of hatred, he relied on the strength of his arms to crawl forward with difficulty, his fingernails cracked and blood dripped out, and following his movements, several mottled red bloodstains were left on the ground.

lie, lie.

They all wanted him dead, and they all wanted to get rid of him as a curmudgeon, eccentric sick child.Whether it's those in the family or the servants who serve him.

In their eyes, he was just a burden.

"...If he is really dead, we will be transferred to other young masters and ladies. There is no need to be so worried when we serve him."

"It will be easier than it is now."

So they talked.

He was exhausted, his eyes blurred with tears.

The unfocused eyes fell on the shrine on the other side of the house, and the wooden statue of a kindly brow was sitting in it, with a gentle and holy smile on the corner of his mouth.

The god looked at him condescendingly, with compassionate eyes, and sneered mockingly.

Watching him struggle to survive with cold eyes.

【help me……】

He could no longer make any sound, his consciousness gradually dissipated, his sanity returned to the void, and only a black afterimage remained in his eyes.

God loves all people, blesses the world, and all beings are equal.

So he begged... for the mercy of the gods.

【God, save me...】

God looked at him mockingly, his brows still holy and gentle.The setting sun shone on it, shining on the figure of God, as if a miracle had come.

He stretched out a hand and tried his best to reach the idol far away in the sky.The raging waves engulfed him.

In an instant, he fell into a dark illusion.

When he woke up in a haze, he was sitting on the edge, wearing clothes and looking at the sky, with an inch-black statue of a god placed on his right hand.

He picked it up.

Guiwu Tsuji looked at the wood in his hand, and knew exactly what he was going to do. He stood up, shivering because of the cold frost in the evening, and stretched out his hand to wrap his coat tightly.

He walked slowly into the room, and seeing the dozing servant lying on the table, his eyes did not change, and after adjusting his posture, he swung the sharp part of the statue towards the man's head!

Doctors could not save him, and God could not save him.

Only he himself is struggling...

Only him!

"Snapped!"

Someone grabbed his wrist, and a warm body surrounded him from behind, holding him tightly in his arms.

The young Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi was stunned in place, the temperature on his back was so warm and scorching, his cold body was wrapped, and the sickness that had entangled him for many years seemed to have dissipated a little.

The person behind him breathed lightly, and the hot air from his breath scattered on his neck, bringing an itchy feeling.

He felt someone behind him rub against his cheek like a cat.

[Wu Mi, I like it so much] said the man.

The sound is light and soft, full of dependence.

"..."

He let himself be hugged, but there was some embarrassment in his heart.

like?

He is a madman with a violent temper, a sick man who is despised by others, and a murderer with blood on his hands.The servants fear and cast aside him, and the family is ashamed of him.

- Inferiority and shame.

He is used to being selfish and living in fear and loathing.

Afraid of sunrise, afraid of sunlight, afraid of flowers blooming and grass buds breaking ground, afraid of tenderness and kindness, he is afraid of everything that can illuminate him.

To set off his filthiness.

He started to struggle.

【Wu Mi, I'm coming to find you】

The man said again.

Panting for breath, Wu Mi felt sticky in his palms. He lowered his head dully and looked at the blood-stained statue in his hands. The person lying on the table was breathing weakly, and the back of his head was bloody.

Thick blood fell on the ground, more and more, as if it was swelled and rolled with life, covering his ankles, calves, waist...

Blood surged in the closed room, and a few breaths reached his mouth and nose.

"Guru..."

He is choking.

The air in his lungs was completely exhausted. He waved his arms to save himself, but was pulled into the bloody abyss by the surging sea of ​​blood time and time again.

【Alive...】

Only this idea remained in the mind of the confused Onimai Tsuji.

He is willing to give his soul, body, and everything in pursuit of those two words.

No matter what identity or appearance, as long as you live, as long as you live...

His consciousness sank into the deep sea, gradually sinking, his whole body was as cold as ice, and the biting chill came from all directions, burrowing into his body like Gu worms.

cold.

He was trembling all over, and his internal organs seemed to be melting.All the organs in the body were howling, they protested weakly and domineeringly.

pain.

His memory was confused and his thoughts were cloudy. Gui Wu Tsuji seemed to have returned to a thousand years later. He saw himself lying in the ruins, with ugly appearance and gnarled muscles.

Surrounded by people holding knives, they raised the tip of their knives and stabbed him fiercely like a sacrifice.

"Whoa!"

There was a sudden sound of water splashing in my ears.

He broke away from the nightmare and returned to this red world.

His eyes were slack, and he let himself fall.

【Wu Mi, give me your hand】

His eyelashes moved, his blood-stained red eyes slightly raised, and he stared blankly forward.

--who is it?

【No misery, don't be afraid】

Guiwu Tsuji opened his eyes in bewilderment, his young and pale face was full of panic, he tried to scan his surroundings to find the source of that voice.

The hand supported by the water was held by others, and the soft and powerful palm held him.

Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan saw him.

Shocking and dazzling.

Those who shine brightly are like a beacon that guides the way in hell.

Guiwu Tsuji began to be afraid, he was afraid of such heat and brightness, he was a sinner destined to throw himself into the darkness, he was afraid of the light, and he was also afraid of him.

He who has not embraced the sun for a long time has a secret longing in his heart.

He moved his fingers, reluctant to let go.

The light-like boy pulled him away from the icy abyss, and approached the light source above his head bit by bit.

As the distance got closer, he suddenly struggled.

That is light.

The light that could kill him.

He didn't want to get close, and would rather shrink himself into the abyss behind him to protect himself. He held the man's hand back, trying to pull him into the ground together.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou didn't want to give up this piece of light that belonged to her, and wanted to keep it for herself naively and greedily.

【be mine……】

Possessiveness suddenly rose from his heart.

He tried in vain to capture this radiant bird, imprison him in his own cage, break off his wings, and trap him here forever.

Be with him.

Be his own gift and secret.

The man was dragged back by him, seemed a little puzzled, he leaned closer, and the breath that made Wu Mi uncomfortable appeared in his ear again.

Soft and sticky, breath intertwined.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's back to let him get close to him, wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, and clasped him in his arms.

The tip of the tongue clumsily licked and swam away in the opponent's mouth.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said:

【good】

【my sun】

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