Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

Chuhe's body finally gradually recovered, and when the weather was warm, he was finally allowed to go for a walk in the garden of the community with Zhou Hui's company.

This process of getting approval was not easy, because Zhou Hui was against it at the beginning—he was the kind of person whose inner will was extremely difficult to change even if his attitude of saying no was very light.Chuhe mentioned it to him many times, tried everything from tough attitude to tactful begging, and finally even turned his face a little bit, so he reluctantly removed the forbidden spell on the door.

But every time he went downstairs, he was by Chuhe's side. The two held hands and strolled in the garden downstairs. Sometimes they would sit by the fountain and watch the big red koi swimming in the water.

This community is worthy of its shocking high price. The garden covers a large area, beautiful and secluded, with clear flowing water hidden among the trees, large clumps of seasonal flowers blooming on the grass, and a white circle around the pool under the palm trees. Tables and chairs, Zhou Hui would sometimes bring fresh juices and snacks from home, and spend the afternoon with Chuhe casually.

Occasionally, in the evening, adults take their children out for a walk, and the children come running to ask for snacks. Chu He smiles, picks up cakes or candies, and puts them in the open palms of these children.

He is indeed a child-loving person, and he seems to have a natural affinity for those warm, young, squishy creatures.

However, Zhou Hui just sat on the side, sometimes reading books, sometimes taking the platform computer to do some random research, turning a blind eye to the people around him.Occasionally, a puppy or a cat ran to his feet, but he only gently swept away with his toes, without even looking away.

He doesn't like those.

He doesn't like those young, soft, hungry creatures.

When did it start?Sometimes Chuhe looks at him and thinks so.

In Chuhe's memory, Zhou Hui liked Maha.At least when Maha was still very young and noisy, Zhou Hui often hugged the baby to put him to sleep all night, and sometimes put Maha, who had turned into a bird, on his shoulders or on top of his head, and climbed to the top of the mountain. Go up, humming the song of sleep to the starry sky.

The warmth at that moment gives people an illusion of eternity, but in fact it is only a short-lived mirror, quickly shattered into thousands of pieces in the long river of time.

After Maha was seven or eight years old, he often dreamed of his mother's tragic death.

The scenes in his dreams are so clear and real that he always wakes up crying in the middle of the night.The panicked child came to his parents for comfort at first, but as the nightmares became more and more frequent, Zhou Hui's mood also became more and more restless in vague guesses, and his attitude became erratic. The long-accumulated manic depression finally broke out, and when Maha came to knock on the door crying, he refused him abruptly, allowing the child to cry outside and choke.

Maybe it was from that moment, when he looked at Maha, there was a trace of hatred and fear that he could hardly detect.

He didn't hide it very well.In other words, the child's sensitive and immature heart has already felt his father's disgust for him.

Maha became more and more silent, surly, and moody, and his nightmares were so frequent that he sometimes even confused himself about the difference between reality and dreams.One morning when Fenghuang went to dress him, he suddenly looked at his mother and asked, "Aren't you already dead?"——His eyes were puzzled at that time, and his tone was calm, as if the long-term torment of dreams had made him die from the heart. Accept the "fact" of the mother's death.

Fenghuang spent a lot of time with him, and even stayed with him all day long, but the chaotic situation was always good and bad, and repeated.When it was good, Maha just disliked his father and was extremely dependent on his mother; but when it was bad, Maha even refused to see his mother, because he couldn't tell whether her mother was a living person or a ghost.

Zhou Hui's hard work and patience had reached their limits in such a dangerous and chaotic situation.

The second son, Garuda, came at such an inappropriate time.

In fact, thinking about it now, Zhou Hui back then was not as mature, smooth and experienced as he is now.As the current him, he should be able to deal with this precarious family relationship more easily, but back then he had indeed endured to the limit of his ability.

After Garuda was born, Zhou Hui's feelings for this child who resembled him were not so much love, but a more complicated emotion.On the one hand, his natural sense of responsibility to the child is still there, and on the other hand, he is afraid that Garuda will become another Maha, and one day in the future, it will again foretell him the ending of becoming a monk.

Driven by such complex emotions, he restrained the paternal love shown by Garuda. Although he fulfilled his responsibility as a father, it was really just a responsibility.

Sometimes he was even afraid that Maha would approach Garuda. When he saw these two children together, he would feel that fate was hiding behind them like a devil, laughing wildly at him and walking towards the established ending step by step.

Children are not fools. They may not understand their father's complicated feelings, but they will instinctively feel who is the most reliable.The more rigid and alienated the father is, the more compensation and love the mother will be inspired by guilt, and the closer the children will be to Fenghuang; in the end this forms a vicious circle, which cannot be stopped like a whirlpool, and even Maha grows up and goes to 33 After Chongtian's meditation, the relationship between Zhou Hui and his second son, Jialouluo, has not fully recovered.

Maybe it was from then on that Zhou Hui didn't like children very much, and later developed that he didn't like all the young, soft creatures that sought shelter from him.

Chuhe tried to change this weird family relationship, but Zhou Hui had no choice.He also tried to go to the 33rd heaven alone to visit Maha who was meditating in front of the Buddha, and also tried to get close to Garuda, but the results were not satisfactory. The strange and stiff atmosphere when father and son got along made each other very embarrassed.

Fenghuang once asked Zhou Hui, would everything today not have happened without Maha's illusory "omen"?

Zhou Hui thought for a long time, then shook his head.

"Maybe I don't have the talent to be a father from the bottom of my heart... Blood sea monsters are low-level creatures that only know how to kill and devour. They rarely estrus and produce offspring; even if they have offspring, they don't have any instinct to nurture them, because Children are born as competitors and predators of living resources, and even some monsters will give birth to cubs when resources are scarce, just to use them as food reserves..."

"So sometimes when I see Maha, I feel a sense of urgency and crisis from my instinct - I know that not only can I not touch him, but I must also raise him, but one day he will become my competitor, and even soon In the future, it will become an existence that completely replaces me..."

When he said this, Zhou Hui gave a rare wry smile, his voice full of heaviness: "--'being replaced' is a terrible thing, maybe I just projected this kind of fear onto the offspring who are too powerful."

·

The biggest advantage of Phoenix is ​​that he rarely persuades others to accept his point of view, or forces others to convert to the so-called "correct" direction.For things that Zhou Hui really couldn't do, no matter how necessary he thought it was necessary, he would not ask Zhou Hui to do it again and again.

He respects Zhou Hui's racial instinct as a monster, and also understands his complicated feelings for his offspring.

The millennium-long retreat on Mount Sumeru finally freed Maha from the torment of confusion between dreams and reality. During this period, Garuda gradually grew up. Living in Tibet, on the vast snow-capped mountains and plateaus, has formed a strange balance.

Just like the top of a snow-capped glacier, although everyone knows that a single shout can instantly collapse tons of snow, but at least everything is temporarily maintaining a fragile balance before the scream erupts.

The avalanche would not have happened without that specific moment.

And all the doomed fates soon began to work.

The golden top of the snow mountain, the peacock swallowing the Buddha.

——The 3-year Buddha Kalpa tied to Fenghuang's body finally answered again.

The Buddha burst out of the peacock's spine and brought down the most powerful scourge in history. Hundreds of millions of thunderbolts flattened glaciers, cut off the Yarlung Zangbo River, and flooded the vast plain.

The peacock struggled in agony in the sky filled with lightning, its wail shook the heavens and ten earths, its feathers and flesh fell like a torrential rain on the collapsed land; the phoenix wanted to rush to the sky to rescue him, but Zhou Hui held him firmly down, not allowing him to leave Step into the minefield.

Until the last thunderbolt of billions of thunderstorms, which was also the most intense thunder that concentrated the wrath of all the gods and Buddhas, the peacock finally had only the last ray of true soul left, and a phantom full of scars appeared from the sky and the earth. Stretching out his bleeding head in front of Fenghuang, he finally rubbed his mother's hand: "Goodbye... Mother."

Phoenix let out a heart-piercing scream, forcibly broke free from the nine-nine-eighty-one magic prohibition, screamed and turned into a real body and rushed to the sky, withstood the final blow with his body!

——With that one blow, the Phoenix was smashed to pieces and burned to death.

The scorched black skeleton of the phoenix was swept by the collapsed land, and along with the flood and snow flow, it fell deeply under the glaciers of the Himalayas, never to see the sun again.

—that is the beginning of all turmoil and separation.

·

"What are you thinking?"

Zhou Hui raised his head from the tablet computer, and saw Chu He staring blankly at the laughing and shouting child who was being held by his parents in the distance, carrying a schoolbag, and did not move.

"It's nothing..." Chu He sighed almost silently, and turned a page of the book in his hand.

Zhou Hui pressed his hand, rubbed his thumb lightly on the back of his hand, and suddenly said after a long while, "Vice Yu's little girl is two years old, she is very docile and quiet, she never causes trouble..."

"Is the necessary trait of a child you can bear is to be quiet and not cause trouble?" Chu He couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "Forget it, half of his life has been lost now, let's talk about it later."

He put away the book and lost any interest, so he went to the pool and squatted down, looking at the sparkling blue water in the sunset and the white, round pebbles on the steps.

A puppy ran to him shaking its head, Chuhe saw that no one was walking the dog around, and thought to himself where did it come from?He straightened the puppy's long golden brown hair casually, and it rubbed against Chuhe's finger with its warm and moist nose, which made him laugh unconsciously.

Zhou Hui looked back at them from the side of the chair, his eyes were fixed on Chu He's face, his eyes were fascinated and dazed.

"Go back," Chuhe said, standing up from the pool.

However, he was too anemic, and when he stood up abruptly after squatting for a long time, he immediately felt dizzy, subconsciously stepped back half a step, and stepped on the smooth cobblestones of the steps.

The next second, he slipped backwards and fell into the pool.

Whoa-!

Chuhe suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the sofa!

Zhou Hui couldn't dodge in time, and sat stiffly on the edge of the sofa, holding his hand without saying a word.

Chu He panted slightly and looked around, only to see him sitting on the large sofa in his home, the living room was not turned on, the door outside the porch was closed, and it was already dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The setting sun, the puppy, the pool... It seemed like a fantastic dream, which disappeared completely the moment I opened my eyes.

"...Illusion," Chu He murmured incredulously, looking at Zhou Hui: "Was that an illusion just now? You made it for me?"

Zhou Hui's face was cold and hard, and he didn't speak.

Chuhe broke free from his hand, rolled over and went straight to the gate.But then Zhou Hui turned around and held him down. Regardless of his resistance, he dragged him back and pressed him heavily on the sofa: "Are you crazy? There is a magic ban on the door. If you want to burn one hand, go, go!" !"

Zhou Hui's voice was stern, but the hands holding him were like iron tongs and did not relax at all.Chuhe finally understood in an instant that Zhou Hui's "going out for a walk" during this period was all an illusion created by Zhou Hui, he had never even stepped out of the house!

This absurd fact made him feel a chill in his heart, crawled into his brain along his limbs, and even his voice was a little unsteady: "What the hell are you trying to do...Zhou Hui? Do you want to lock me up like this forever? "

Zhou Hui didn't answer, Chuhe broke away from his hand, but was grabbed by the shoulder immediately, and pressed firmly against the back of the sofa!

"Let go, Zhou Hui! What are you trying to do, you are crazy!"

"I know what I'm doing." Zhou Hui's tone was very calm: "Without my permission, you can't step out of this door."

"Do you want to imprison me forever?!"

"I can do this," Zhou Hui said.

Chu He looked at his face. The lights in the living room were not turned on. The street lights in the community outside the floor-to-ceiling windows passed through the treetops and through the glass, reflecting on half of his deep profile face. The corners of his lips were not curved like a knife.

He is serious.

Chu He stared at him, panting slightly, and after a long while, he made a slightly stiff voice after forcibly suppressing: "Why...is it necessary to do this?"

Zhou Hui looked at him deeply, and showed an indescribable sneer for a while: "I said that I don't want to hear the reason why you stopped me from killing King Ming III, I will investigate myself..."

"—I found out."

Chu He's eyes changed slightly, and then Zhou Hui held his chin with his thumb, forcing him to raise his head and look at him.

"Do you still remember that during the national security turmoil, you singled out all the members of the fifth group in the hospital, and you took away all their souls and souls, and turned them into vegetative states? These people were later escorted back to the underground prison of the special department. One dies..."

"—I'm surprised. In such a fierce battle state, it is more difficult to ensure that everyone is not fatally injured than to avoid being injured yourself. Why do you have to spend so much effort to do this?"

"So I asked Situ Jiesan to conduct an investigation. Although it took a little time because he was seriously injured, last week, he finally investigated an even more shocking fact..."

Zhou Hui paused, looking straight into Chu He's pupils:

"Situ told me that several people in the fifth group were seriously injured and nearly died during the battle with you, but you immediately rescued them with first aid—that is to say, you deliberately showed mercy and saved everyone s life."

Chu He stared at him, and said lightly: "It's not the first day you know the kindness of a woman when I am kind to the enemy."

"It was indeed the first day I knew," Zhou Hui laughed.

"I recalled your previous combat records. A long time ago, you had no scruples when you cast down demons, and you killed as soon as you wanted. There was never any abnormality; but slowly, starting hundreds of years ago, you suddenly became extremely merciful, and then I have never sent anyone to hell, and I have even been suspected of intentionally releasing water several times."

"Your behavior is too unreasonable. In connection with your attempt to stop me from killing King Ming III this time, I couldn't help but come up with a seemingly absurd but very realistic guess—"

Zhou Hui paused, leaned over the Chu River, and said in a soft voice like a devil, "You were not crowned King Ming for your understanding of Buddhism back then, but for your combat achievements. That is to say, if your combat achievements are further improved, then You will be sealed further up—and the necessary condition for being sealed is to pass the Heavenly Tribulation."

"Now your practice book is full of combat achievements."

"Now you can't have any more lives in your hands, otherwise you will reach the top immediately after practicing, and the thunder will strike you down immediately. You, who don't even have a real body, will be chopped to death in the sky full of thunder..."

Chu He struggled violently, and Zhou Hui immediately turned over and sat astride his narrow waist, covered his mouth with his strong hands, and pressed him tightly under him easily.

This action was full of repression and humiliation. Chu He's eyes were slightly moist due to the difficulty of breathing. Zhou Hui stared at him, and the nerves washed by anger unexpectedly spread an unspeakable excitement: "So you go!" Look for Fan Luo, because the demon king can eliminate the thunder disaster in its heyday."

He leaned down, his hot breath almost sprayed on the corners of Chu He's reddish eyes, and said word by word: "But I'm just wondering, why don't you come to me?"

"——You know that even if I am smashed to pieces, I will definitely keep you from hurting your hair, why don't you, come, find, me?!"

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the last ray of sky light disappeared below the horizon, and the darkness swept in like a river, drowning the last sliver of reason.

Chuhe burst out of power from nowhere, suddenly overturned Zhou Hui, got up and rushed out of the gate!

However, the next moment, Zhou Hui reached out and grabbed him, dragged him across the coffee table, flipped him over on the ground, and tore his shirt into pieces with a thud!

"—Zhou Hui!"

"I said, don't really push me to that position..." Zhou Hui inserted his fingers deeply into the messy hair on the back of Chu He's head, and leaned into his ear and whispered, "Otherwise, you won't even be able to cry." .”

He easily peeled off the last bit of cover from the person under him, and pressed that extremely beautiful face on the cold floor, seeing his pale skin covered by loose temple hair, such a distressed appearance made him feel deep inside. The brutal desire to abuse everywhere shot into the brain like lightning from every nerve ending.

The air in Zhou Hui's lungs was extremely hot, and the soaring anger and jealousy made him extremely excited. He didn't even take off his clothes, he just opened his trousers, and his hot and hard organs rushed out.

Chu He was pressed down face down, panting in pain as he struggled: "Easy... Be gentle!"

Fortunately, he couldn't see the appearance of the genitals at this moment, otherwise he might risk his life to struggle to escape.But at this moment, all resistance will only have a more tragic reaction. As soon as the slight begging fell, Zhou Hui's heart exploded with a bang.

He didn't even try to expand, but pushed his head into the small and tender entrance viciously!

Chu He moaned in pain: "...Ah!"

He hadn't experienced this for a long time, the corridor was extremely tight and dry, and the moment of friction gave Zhou Hui an explosive pleasure.Zhou Hui pushed himself in reflexively, with such force that there was a sharp squeeze sound, and the electric stimulation almost made him go crazy with excitement.

"Has your flimsy first love ever done this to you? Huh?" He asked Chuhe repeatedly, looking at those beautiful eyes that were lost in pain, and suddenly closed because of extreme humiliation , the twisted pleasure in his heart immediately overwhelmed everything: "I'm asking you something, do you hear me?"

Chu He's long eyelashes almost formed a fan-shaped shadow, and he was trembling constantly stimulated by the fierce confrontation and the humiliation one after another.He gritted his teeth, and the saliva that he didn't have time to swallow flowed down the corner of his mouth to the ground, and Zhou Hui wiped it away with his thumb.

"Tsk tsk, with so much water flowing, the bottom is also wet like that..."

The acupoints in the pumping and thrusting were convulsed, and the huge penis was tightly held, but the water still quickly flowed down the thighs, making a clear creaking sound with the bumping.Zhou Hui was extremely excited by that sound, each impact hit the most fatal point accurately, he tossed and turned fiercely, then completely backed out, and then he pushed the whole root in as heavily as a piling.

"The twist is so tight, don't you want to part with me?" Zhou Hui held the tip of his ear, panting heavily and asked, "Why are you so hungry and thirsty? Huh? Want more, don't you?"

Chu He tightly grasped the carpet with his fingers, and groaned weakly. The next second, the weapon bursting out of his body became even bigger, and even squeezed him to the point of screaming: "Zhou...Zhou Hui! Don't do this!"

"What don't you want?" Zhou Hui asked with a demonic smile, maintaining this penetrating posture, his whole body turned into a monster at a speed visible to the naked eye: "——Do you want to do this?"

The beast's sharp claws pressed Chu He's hand, and the genitals were mercilessly inserted into the whole root, and the tragically tightened soft flesh was suddenly convulsed by fucking!

Chu River trembled and let out a cry of "Ah!", but then there was the sound of water creaking and creaking from the thrusting part. The water was so sticky and slippery, it flowed down the floor along the thighs, and even wet the monster oil black Glowing fur.

"——Let me just say you like it," the monster's muscular beast body completely pressed against Chuhe's naked body, as if treating a female beast, violently thrusting and contradicting, staring down at him with a mixture of pain, humiliation and The beautiful face of lust said coldly: "You like this, only in this way can you be obedient, only in this way can you..."

His thick, long and shiny genitals withdrew, dawdling for a moment on purpose, so that Chuhe's body, which was repeatedly scorched by lust, trembled and tossed, his acupuncture points opened and closed, as if begging to be treated more roughly.

Zhou Hui could almost hear the twisted and crazy soul in his heart sighing in satisfaction, it was a pleasure that made him tremble more than an orgasm.

"I want to be fucked so much, huh? Why is it so itchy?..."

As if he was torturing, he inserted the murder weapon into the hot and humid hole inch by inch. The feeling of being forced to swallow and suck made the beast's pupils blood red, and the sharp claws even left four scratches on Chuhe's graceful and thin back.

Normally, it should be very stinging, but at this moment, it is like a whip full of electricity, slamming on the nerves that are stimulated and trembling with pleasure.

Chuhe's eyes were distracted, his mind went blank, and he didn't even notice that the monster roared and pressed his wrist.In the next second, the ferocious weapon in the body suddenly entered a deeper place, so deep that it was almost a little scary. Chuhe struggled unconsciously, and then the monster grabbed his fragile back of the neck.

That's the way wild animals have sex, Zhou Hui did it on purpose.He treated him like this on purpose, this beauty who is always high in the clouds and full of compassion, can only be held down by him like a female beast, helplessly accepting everything, being ravaged like a puddle of spring mud .

This is mine, Zhou Hui thought.

Even every broken moan, every quivering breath, is mine.

The monster's genitals finally stretched out their barbs and got stuck in the deepest and most tender place in the body, and began to ejaculate violently.The scalding cum shot completely inside, not a single drop came out the whole lengthy time, and even after he pulled out, it stayed inside this beautiful body for a long time.

That is the most complete insult and possession.

Chu He was so hot that his consciousness collapsed, his mind was unconscious, and his fingers were convulsively grabbing the floor.The monster leaned over him, occupying this trembling and soft naked body like an overlord. When ejaculating, he still bumped against it slightly, until the end of the long ejaculation, with a condescending expression, he licked off the obscenity from the corners of his lips that he had no time to swallow saliva, and then licked and kissed down until his belly was slightly raised by the semen.

Chuhe shrank his body reflexively, but was pulled by the overstimulated acupoints, which made him unconsciously gasp again.

"You need me so much..." Zhou Hui whispered, raising his head to kiss his sweat-drenched temple hair and his snow-white cheeks as if washed by water.

The irritability in his eyes gradually faded, and a condescending, forbearable warmth slowly emerged.

"You obviously love me so much..."

·

Chuhe slept for a day and a night this time, unconscious, his consciousness was completely fragmented, and he didn't even know how many times he was fed medicinal juice in his sleep.

But Zhou Hui seemed to have regained his composure, as if the anger and jealousy that swept everything that day had disappeared without a trace—or, in other words, had been deeply suppressed under the seemingly indifferent appearance once again.

He even had the leisure to carry him to the balcony and sit on the balcony for a while without Chuhe knowing, watching the sunlight reflected on the ends of the long eyelashes, like thousands of tiny golden dots.He slowly studied this person's eyebrows and facial features, as if he wanted to find something that was not good enough, but no matter how he looked at it, he would always think of the first time he saw him in the 33rd heaven that year, and it seemed that the years in between had slipped away all of a sudden. Gone without leaving any trace of time on that face.

Zhou Hui lowered his head and looked at his still strong hands.

——Maybe the only one who will gradually weaken and disappear with the passage of time is me.

On the third day, when Chuhe woke up from his sleep, Zhou Hui behaved normally as if nothing had happened, cooking, watering the flowers, chatting with him, and resting his head on his lap to watch TV. , did not mention lifting the magic ban and illusions.

His performance really seemed to plan to lock up Chuhe for the rest of his life.

——However, this is destined to be impossible.

On the afternoon of the third day, Yu Jingzhong called Zhou Hui and told him straightforwardly: "I need you to come over immediately, stop playing that boring prison game, and bring Feng Si here too."

Zhou Hui turned over on the sofa, his face was still resting on Chu He's lap, "What's wrong?"

"Our place," Yu Jingzhong said, "now there is a very strange situation."

·

"You need me so much..." Zhou Hui whispered, raising his head to kiss his sweat-drenched temple hair and his snow-white cheeks as if washed by water.

The irritability in his eyes gradually faded, and a condescending, forbearable warmth slowly emerged.

"You obviously love me so much..."

·

Chuhe slept for a day and a night this time, unconscious, his consciousness was completely fragmented, and he didn't even know how many times he was fed medicinal juice in his sleep.

But Zhou Hui seemed to have regained his composure, as if the anger and jealousy that swept everything that day had disappeared without a trace—or, in other words, had been deeply suppressed under the seemingly indifferent appearance once again.

He even had the leisure to carry him to the balcony and sit on the balcony for a while without Chuhe knowing, watching the sunlight reflected on the ends of the long eyelashes, like thousands of tiny golden dots.He slowly studied this person's eyebrows and facial features, as if he wanted to find something that was not good enough, but no matter how he looked at it, he would always think of the first time he saw him in the 33rd heaven that year, and it seemed that the years in between had slipped away all of a sudden. Gone without leaving any trace of time on that face.

Zhou Hui lowered his head and looked at his still strong hands.

——Perhaps the only thing that will gradually weaken and disappear with the passage of time is myself.

On the third day, when Chuhe woke up from his sleep, Zhou Hui behaved normally as if nothing had happened, cooking, watering the flowers, chatting with him, and resting his head on his lap to watch TV. , did not mention lifting the magic ban and illusions.

His performance really seemed to plan to lock up Chuhe for the rest of his life.

——However, this is destined to be impossible.

On the afternoon of the third day, Yu Jingzhong called Zhou Hui and told him straightforwardly: "I need you to come over immediately, stop playing that boring prison game, and bring Feng Si here too."

Zhou Hui turned over on the sofa, his face was still resting on Chu He's lap, "What's wrong?"

"Here we are," Yu Jingzhong said after a pause, "an unprecedented situation has occurred."