I am the white moonlight of the giants who died early

Chaotic breath, heavy breathing, blushing cheeks, this is the first time Yun Qingcen has seen Teng Jing like this—or Ren Yun.

When the other party walked in, his footsteps were unsteady, his body seemed to be torn apart and reassembled by something, Yun Qingcen stretched out his hand and helped the other party onto the sofa.

This is a very good-looking man, Yun Qingcen only has three appearances in his eyes: ugly, good, and very good.

There is no one in the world more beautiful than him.

Yun Qingcen stretched out his hand, his fingers gently slid across the face of the man lying on the sofa, and then landed on the man's throat.

Now is the best opportunity, when a man is at his weakest, he can tear open a man's throat with just a little force, sucking him clean from the inside out.

The black cat quietly walked to Yun Qingcen's legs without making a sound, rubbed Yun Qingcen's ankles, stared at the man's hanging hand with sinister eyes, and meowed softly.

Yun Qingcen didn't like cats before, perhaps because he still remembers a line in the TV series he watched when he was a child.

The cat has a pair of sinister and greedy eyes, but it also has a smiling face. It has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, but it shakes its sincere and honest beard.

However, since Yun Qingcen has never raised a real cat, and the black cat is just a part of his soul, he has no right to comment on this sentence.

For Yun Qingcen, the black cat is not just a pet, it is also a part of him. If one day he is captured by the underworld, or if something happens to his soul, the black cat will be his escape route.

Yun Qingcen rubbed the black cat's head, and continued to look at the man. If he missed this opportunity, no matter whether it was Ren Yun or Teng Jing who woke up, it would be difficult for him to tear the other's throat.

Just when Yun Qingcen was indecisive, his fingers had already scratched the opponent's throat, and black mist filled the wound, so he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Yun Qingcen leaned over and pressed his lips against the other's throat. He squinted his eyes, his eyes were sinister and greedy like a cat, and like a fox playing with its prey.

Yun Qingcen slowly closed his eyes, he could feel the opponent's power, surging and powerful, slowly merging with his own.

It was a kind of pleasure of being filled. Yun Qingcen's hand was placed on the chest of the opponent. When the chest muscles were not exerting force, they were soft, but they were not as soft as fat flesh. His eyes gradually turned black, and the whites and pupils of his eyes became the same color. He seemed to be tasting the other person's taste, and he was not going to suck him dry in one breath.

Before Teng Jing opened her eyes, all she felt was a slight tingling in her throat.

As well as the feeling of power loss, he could smell Yun Qingcen's body, a faint fragrance, which seemed to be perfume, but it didn't seem to be.

Under the cover of Yun Qingcen's breath and that fragrance, he let Yun Qingcen make trouble on him.

The feeling of being "complete" again is very strange, and Teng Jing is still a little confused.

When he first merged, he thought he was Ren Yun, and after a while he thought he was Teng Jing, until now, he gradually calmed down.

Yun Qingcen raised his head, wiped his finger on the wound on Teng Jing's throat, and the wound healed.

"Wake up and not talk?" Yun Qingcen looked at Teng Jing's face, "Pretending to be asleep?"

Only then did Teng Jing open his eyes, his voice was still hoarse, and he said softly, "Do you have to expose it?"

Yun Qingcen laughed: "I'll get you a glass of water."

Teng Jing looked into Yun Qingcen's eyes, and the scene hidden in "Ren Yun"'s memory broke through the ground.

People in memory became alive again.

Yun Qingcen, who is still a little ghost, is not like now. He always hides and walks. Wherever there are evil spirits, he would rather take a long detour than go there. When he is alone, he will talk to himself and often go back to his graveyard , staring in a daze at his posthumous photos.

But Yun Qingcen is not cowardly or panicked, he always hides in the darkest corner, watching everything with those eyes without warmth and emotion.

The little fox hiding in the dark is a born cold-blooded hunter.

Teng Jing watched Yun Qingcen go to the kitchen to fetch water, and he asked softly, "Do you want to continue living here?"

The sound of water resounded in the kitchen, the water was poured into the glass, the sound was crisp, Yun Qingcen: "Otherwise where are we going?"

The long "life" seems to be able to go anywhere, travel across mountains and rivers, travel around the world, have fun in every country in the world, and see the scenery and folk customs of different countries. It sounds very interesting, but Yun Qingcen doesn't think it is interesting. What's the meaning.

No matter how different the customs are, the people are the same. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be the same if you see too much.

The architectural style is not attractive to Yun Qingcen either. The ancient buildings in Asia are similar to those in Europe.

Yun Qingcen felt bored again.

Some of the evil spirits who escaped from Hell have already been handed over to Brother Ma, and he himself has eaten a lot. Even if the underworld comes to trouble him, he can run away even if he can't win the fight, as long as he doesn't kill the living and don't make it big Evil, the underworld will not target him.

What's more, Ma Ge was covering him.

But it also means that there is no threat, and without the threat, the momentum is lost, and everything becomes dull again.

Teng Jing asked suddenly: "Do you want to try a new life?"

Yun Qingcen asked inexplicably, "What life?"

"People are all the same, but different lives have different fun." Teng Jing had a smile on his face.

This smile is not the gentle and alienated smile of "Teng Jing", nor the sinister and affectionate smile of "Ren Yun". There is affection in his eyes, but not aggressive, just like a river of spring water, gentle wraps people up.

Yun Qingcen handed the water glass to Teng Jing, and then sat on the single sofa beside him. His movements were very casual, without any pretentious cover-up. It seemed that Teng Jing was no longer worthy of his pretense.

"I want to think about it." Yun Qingcen tilted his head slightly, and smiled at Teng Jing, "I wanted to be a chemist when I was young."

Teng Jing looked at Yun Qingcen, Yun Qingcen touched his chin and said, "I thought at the time that if I became a chemist, I would be able to poison my parents to death without anyone noticing."

Teng Jing smiled and said, "Ambition."

Yun Qingcen shrugged: "When I was in junior high school, I wanted to be a pilot. It's best to jump off when I reach the highest point."

"Children's thinking is always naive." Yun Qingcen held his chin, "What about you? Have you ever thought about not being a general?"

Teng Jing: "I haven't thought about it, it's useless to think about things that have no choice."

Yun Qingcen looked at him with some pity: "You are worse than me."

At least Yun Qingcen still has the freedom to decide his own future, while Teng Jing is just a family puppet, no matter how good or powerful he is, his fate cannot be decided by himself.

Teng Jing smiled, looking a little weak: "I used to think that if there were no more wars in the future, I would disarm and return to the fields."

Yun Qingcen: "Do you want to farm? Then go by yourself. I will visit you when I am free."

Teng Jing sneered twice: "Just kidding."

It's really different, and I'm going to joke about it.

Teng Jing suddenly asked: "Do you want to be together?"

Yun Qingcen: "Huh? Farming? No."

Teng Jing: "What I told you before was not a lie. Wherever you go, I will go."

Yun Qingcen looked at Teng Jing steadfastly, and he suddenly laughed out loud: "If it was Ren Yun who told me this sentence now, I would believe it."

Ren Yun is obsessed with him——Yun Qingcen doesn't know what love is, so he rudely categorizes other people's feelings for him.Ren Yun would be willing to follow behind him and listen to him.

But Teng Jing, he didn't believe it.

His responsibility to Teng Jing is more like a joke that is not very funny. Teng Jing is different from Ren Yun. Teng Jing's "love" for him is normal, not extreme, not pathological.

Teng Jing is an independent person, he has his own will, love is the embellishment of life for him, it is destined that he will not choose to follow behind Yun Qingcen like Ren Yun.

But Yun Qingcen is an arbitrary tyrant, he may need a gust of wind, but he doesn't need to hold his string.

I don't even believe in his responsibility and attempts.

Teng Jing sat up and looked at Yun Qingcen. He has lived for more than 1000 years, but the days in Infernal Hell are nothingness. What he "lived" was only a short period of 20 years, and he never lived for himself , Greed, hatred, delusion, and hatred have never had any insights.

Even after he left Hell, he didn't feel alive.

Only as that ray of soul, when peeping at Yun Qingcen from a distance, he obviously had no heart, but was obsessed and restless, alive.

He finally experienced all the emotions in the world after more than 1000 years of delay.

"Wherever you want to go in the future, I will accompany you." Teng Jing's voice was very soft.

The evil and desire belonging to Ren Yun were digested, and he became peaceful.

Yun Qingcen said nothing. He leaned on the sofa and asked softly, "Even if I might leave at any time?"

Teng Jing replied without any hesitation: "Yes."

Yun Qingcen rested his chin, his dark eyes were calm and unwavering, it may be very long, or very short.

He nodded slightly: "OK."

In the endless years to come, the other party may only be able to accompany him for a short distance.

Yun Qingcen looked at Teng Jing.

He may never know what love is, never understand the emotions of normal people.

He is an evil spirit, and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens cannot save him.

Yun Qingcen suddenly laughed: "What if I live enough for one day?"

Teng Jing: "I'll be with you."

Yun Qingcen had a smile on his face, just like the sweet and cunning young man back then.

He said softly, "I promise you."