Bird: K of Green

The officials came and asked carefully about the former king and Kanagawa, but they didn't hear a meaningful answer. They only said that in the past, the King of Gold attached great importance to the four adult kings. Except for the colorless three rounds, he lived in seclusion in the countryside and rarely summoned them. , the other three kings will be summoned to the imperial court for advice from time to time. The former king respects and listens to the imperial court, knowing that the imperial court is very concerned about the little awakened and young green king, and the green king is a great benevolent person Gray King's adopted son often ordered people to take care of him.

Zongxiang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking out at the world he guarded, and felt that the Buddhist scriptures said that "reincarnation" is terrifying, and "impermanence" catches people off guard. In 14 years, whether it is long or short, everyone is beyond recognition.

It is indeed beyond recognition, and this is what Mr. Pan wants to say.

In the early morning, Mr. Pan stepped on the asphalt road sprinkled with snowmelt, and walked home from the Sanyidao, which he was familiar with but unfamiliar.I say it is familiar because the church he often visited was built there 14 years ago, and I say it is unfamiliar because it is naturally no longer the same building after it was destroyed and rebuilt.Snow and salt mingled on the soles of his shoes and creaked, and his drunken head was throbbing slowly, but every time he got drunk these years, he was still sober in his heart.

The karma created by Kagu will be recited by every king 14 years later.Among them, he only felt sorry for the Green King he had brought up since he was a child.Qing Wang changed his dynasty and wanted to show his ambitions. The Red King had a pure heart, and really thought that the "king" could protect the whole world.These young people, he thought, must come up with some tricks, why don't they understand the principle of passing by.Thinking of this, he thought of the son he brought up. Isn't his son also planning to do something...

Mr. Kepan knows that the essence is different.Liu hangs his life on ideals, and Liu wants to completely solve the slate thing.So even if he is good at protecting the calf, anyway, he is not willing to be a bullshit king or bear any dog ​​responsibility.It would be great if Kagu didn't bring disasters. Now that the disasters are powerless to change, he wants to help Ruu realize his ideals.Although I don't know how many troubles this ideal will bring out, it is better than living with hidden dangers forever.The most important thing is that if the stone in Liuxin's head can really fall down, and there will be purple again, he will be able to live in peace in the future. This is his wish.

The wind wheezed and wrestled with the sea, causing circles and ripples on the sandy beach outside the asphalt sightseeing road, and a withered flower was swept into the air—how can there be flowers in this season, it’s really strange.Kanagawa is gestating a long-lost shock, calling for a big storm to sweep across the wilderness.

So on the way home, Mr. Pan finally made up his mind to take out the key that he had held in his hand for many years for Wei Liu.

The thrush returns to its nest, and the sound of its song tears the sky, and it is dumb and withered.Even after the mid-night wind and snow, it was still cold in the room with the heater fully turned on early in the morning.

Is that why Zi's breath and skin are so hot against it?Liu didn't know, he couldn't move anyway, he could only be followed by Zi Dianluan in the purple circle quilt, this feeling was very good.

Liu knew that Zi gave up many old habits for herself, such as drinking and playing.Liu also knew that it was impossible for Zi to hug him only once, let alone never hug him again for the rest of his life.So since that afternoon, although this kind of thing doesn't happen often these days, it has never stopped every week.

At this time, Liu gave all of himself to Zi.He loves Zi, and Zi can teach him to be comfortable, to find secrets in every part of his body that even he himself does not know.At the same time, Liu also feels guilty towards Zi. It's hard to describe this feeling. Liu doesn't want to think about it deeply, and when he thinks about it, he's somewhat afraid...

Zi understands that she is afraid of bleeding, so she tries to love the body in her arms even more.

It is true that this body is extremely fragile, pale and weak, it cannot withstand high-intensity movements, and it cannot be fully stretched. It is clean, but not juicy. Comfortable.But Zi loves it, it is a flowing body, but it is weak and let him hold it, and there are sweet dreams he can open up everywhere.Zi Neng dormant in this body, at first he felt that it was the grace bestowed by God.

But no matter how amazing Grace is, it takes two people to do this.Just like now, Zi climbed up Liu's sphenoid bone, he hoped that Liu could call out, but only heard Liu's suppressed and forbearing panting, he longed to give him more, more, more physical responses, but he couldn't help it. Understand that stream can't do anything.Liu's body prevented Liu from catering to him, and he couldn't show any dissatisfaction, because Liu would be aware of it immediately, and then there might be a gap with him.Zi is also awkward sometimes, how can I stop you from being afraid and anxious, my baby.

In fact, Zi is not to blame for being awkward, Zi has changed a lot in this matter, so it is inevitable that she wants compensation.For example, Zi used to like to fight quickly, but Liu's body required him to proceed carefully and slowly step by step. For example, Zi didn't like wearing condoms in the past, but Liu's body was determined not to be able to bear it, and it would become inflamed if he was not careful.Zi is distressed and helpless.

He kissed Liu's collarbone, held the thin shoulders, and rushed deeper again, as expected, there was an indescribable tremor in the clutched body.Liu always liked to close his eyes when he did this with him, so he took the eyelashes of Liu's right eye, licked and soaked them.Liu only kept shaking.

"Finally," Zi clasped Liu's left hand down, stroking the knuckles one by one, and then covered the whole hand. Liu's fingertips were cold, and Zi picked it up and kissed it delicately. Biting the scar on the base of her ring finger, "Liu, you are so beautiful and special... I like being with you the most on this matter..."

Liu still closed his eyes tightly, even tighter than before.Zi was finally free in his body, as if Zi's beating heart had been sucked into his hollow chest cavity.This matter, no matter how many times I do it, it is like a dream.

Whoa, what a dream.

He will own the whole world:

Air, water, bread, morning, stones and lilies.

Then the blood of martyrdom,

Insults, nails and crosses.

When Mr. Pan arrived home, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast as usual.His Bible was turned upside down on the dining table, and the light of the Lord danced across the spine.He filled the pot with water, took out three eggs from the refrigerator, just closed the door, opened it again within two seconds, took out another one, and laid it next to the stove.He washed the turnips and celery leaves and shook them dry, the knuckles of his knife hand sticking out.There was the sound of chopping vegetables from the desk, and his wrist and the knife cooperated tacitly.Boil the water, below, crack open the eggs one by one and put them into the pot, and finally throw the vegetables, the whole set of actions is more skillful than loading a gun.

He is too familiar with these, because he is too familiar with that period of time.

Liu woke up in the night, strangely calm.He said to Liu, brave boy, you will be fine, just treat it as a dream, remember what I told you, Meng loves to lie, and you want to swallow a thousand needles, but you... Liu interrupted him, Liu said, I am hungry up.So he hurriedly ordered a bowl of fine noodles, stirring the egg yolks until they were smashed.When he fed the broken noodle paste into Liu's mouth, Liu really ate it, but after a while he vomited it out intact with sticky blood.After that, he would eat three meals a day, even if there were very few of them that could be eaten, and he would still eat them, not to mention a single word of trouble.Liu said, I want to live and use all my strength to make myself better.

But whether that can really be called life, he doesn't know.He mended clothes in the hot midnight, lit a stove in the cold dawn, unscrewed the flagon under the dim light, swallowed steamed buns in front of the greasy table, and told stories one after another beside the sick bed.Liu said, I want to live.Liu said again, I want to live.

Turning off the pot, Mr. Pan sighed, the difficult years have passed, and looking back, he feels that he has really cultivated a remarkable guy.He served four bowls of noodles, one bowl without eggs, two bowls with one egg each, and one bowl with two eggs, which shows how partial his father is.He thought about it, and felt that Sukuna was still growing, and Zi, too, was working hard, so he took out two eggs and four slices of bacon from the refrigerator and fried them in a pan.

Mr. Pan went upstairs to the room where Zi just came out of the room, probably just after taking a shower, with a towel around his neck, his hair was wet, Zi pointed inside, and made a silent gesture to him.He shook his head, gave Zi a reproachful look, pushed the door open and went in, and whispered to Zi before closing the door: "The meal is ready, you ask Su Jiuna to get up and you eat first, don't worry about me, I will put the bowl in the steamer It’s warm.” The implication was to let Zi dodge, Zi understood, and took the watering can from the corner flower stand, and Qin Saka yelled twice and flew onto his shoulder.They went downstairs to water Xiaolu together.

The sun was still relatively warm at eight o'clock after the snowfall, and Liu Lai fell asleep in bed.Mr. Pan sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed his only exposed head, and sure enough, he rolled his eyelids alertly.

"Still sleeping?"

Liu seemed to be a adoptive father, and covered his eyes again, "Lu Lu, the Silver King will arrive at about ten o'clock."

"Okay, okay, listen to me and tell you another story when you have time." Mr. Pan took out the flagon from his body, leaned over and took a cup, and poured all the wine in the pot into the cup.

Liu heard the sound and smelled it, frowned, opened his eyes and said, "Drink less."

Mr. Pan drained the glass of wine in two gulps, and put the empty glass on the bedside table. He chuckled, "Just once." He put the flagon upside down into the glass, watched the last drop fall to the bottom of the glass, shook his hand, and the inside Lingling rings.

Liu concentrated his eyes on the pot that his adoptive father had used for more than ten years.

"I'll give you a gift." Mr. Pan said, smiling mysteriously and relaxedly, and raised the flagon towards Liu.

The square flagon was of high quality and exquisitely carved, and there was a circle of concave patterns like a silver waist chain near the bottom of the pot.At this moment, the bottom of the pot was unscrewed along the groove in the hands of Mr. Pan, and then the body of the pot was turned to the right, a very thin square glass at most one inch wide