As long as everyone gives a little love

The night was thick, the drizzle was drizzle, and the window lattice was crackling, the whole Thousand Demon Palace was covered with a layer of dark colors. Subtle groans came from the dark room, revealing strong pain, longing, and longing.

"Brother, hug me..."

On the cold black stone, Ning Que sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed, fine beads of sweat covered his brows and eyes, and dripped down with his turbulent breathing, soaking his exposed upper body.

His lips were black, and the evil spirit between his brows was terrifying, as if he was enduring great pain.

A cloud of black air appeared in front of the black stone, and the condensed black-clothed man showed worry on his face. He clenched his fists tightly, restraining himself from embracing the person in front of him.

The humidity in the air gradually became thicker, and the gasps in the ears stimulated the nerves, the man in black was confused for a moment, and at that moment, his rationality was torn open, and the figure who couldn't help approaching was crushed by a wave. The murderous aura pushed back, and stopped when he was two inches away from the painting on the wall.

Ning Que stretched out his hand, and the large robe flew over to cover his drenched body. He waved his sleeves a few times, the cheeks of the man in black were swollen, and the blood from his mouth dripped down his chin.

"Who allowed you to come in?"

A sense of oppression swept over, and the man in black felt tight in his chest. He knelt on the ground, his teeth oozing blood, "I have been with you for 400 years! Why can he do it, but I can't?"

Ning Que bent his lips, as if he heard a big joke, "What qualifications do you have to compare with him?"

The man in black had a sweet throat, "He's already dead!"

The airflow in the dark room instantly condensed, and the terrifying demonic energy spread out. The man in black let out a scream, and lay trembling on the ground.

When Ning Que got up, the man in black was forced to look up, and saw the cold killing intent surging from the corner of his eyes.

"Why do you think I keep you by my side?" Ning Que spread his five fingers, lifted the man in black and threw him out of the dark room, he looked at the man in the painting and muttered to himself, "Brother, I keep all your things... "

For several days, Wei Jian took Lu Shenxing for a walk in several other gardens. He didn't come often before, but this time he has a companion, so he won't be left in the dark if anything happens, even though the new companion is a monster.

"The one in white is an immortal." Wei Jian raised his chin towards the opposite pavilion.

Hao Lian, who was sitting alone in the pavilion reading a book, had already noticed that he seemed to be very interested in Lu Shenxing, and kept staring at Lu Shenxing.

"The immortal is looking at you." Wei Jian looked surprised and couldn't help suggesting, "Let's go over."

Lu Shenxing turned around and left, his tail was pulled.

"I'm in Weijian, and I live in the Sixteenth Garden." Wei Jian bowed to Hao Lian, "This is my roommate, the beast."

Immortals don't eat fireworks in the world, so they probably don't care about these red tapes. He doesn't hold out hope, but he can't hear the gentle voice in his ear, "Hao Lian."

One person, one fairy, one beast, different races, the atmosphere is a bit awkward, and there is nothing to talk about.

Hao Lian picked up a plate of dim sum on the table, "But are you hungry?"

Wei Jian was flattered, he waved his hand quickly, "You're welcome, I'm not hungry."

The corner of his mouth twitched the next moment, watching the plate of snacks placed in front of the beast beside him, the other party still liked to ignore it.

A plate of meat appeared in Hao Lian's hand.

The beast is a carnivorous animal, and the blood in its body immediately boiled. Lu Shenxing's face was gloomy, covered with thick gray hair, and no one probably saw it.

Next, Wei Jian stared at the Immortal happily feeding him, while his partner looked unhappy the whole time.

"Can I pet you?" Hao Lian stretched out her hand to stroke the hair on Lu Shenxing's head, not feeling at all that it was unnecessary for her to ask that question.

Lu Shenxing lost his appetite after being patted down. He jumped to the other side of the bridge and disappeared very quickly.

Looking back, Hao Lian's eyes filled with deep meaning. It was indeed special to get that person's attention.

"I'll take my leave first." Wei Jian chased after him.

A few days later, Wei Jian was taken away. He grabbed the door frame and turned to look at Lu Shenxing, with tears in his eyes, as if he was dying.

"Hey, I'm leaving."

Walking slowly, Lu Shenxing turned around.

Wei Jian, "..."

Along the way, Wei Jian was trembling with fear, and when he stopped, he had already thought of five or six ways to die, all kinds of cruelty.

"grown ups."

Wei Jian couldn't figure out what the devil was thinking, and didn't dare to guess, he knelt there cautiously without making a sound.

Ning Que took a sip of his wine, "Is this deity scary?"

Wei Jian shook his head like a rattle.

"Come here." Ning Que said.

A hand climbed up from his back and walked along the spine. Wei Jian's scalp was numb, and his whole body was stretched into a string.

Ning Que casually stroked the bone under his fingertips, "How is it?"

Wei Jian, who was covered in cold sweat, suddenly lost his eyes, and said with a smile, "You said the beast, it is very fun, and it is more human-like than my last roommate who can transform. It is common to have a small temper. Sleeping He still snores, he likes to eat that kind of cake, I ate a piece, it was so sweet that his teeth ached, but that day when the immortal gave it to eat, it didn't even look at it..."

Ning Que closed his eyes, "Get lost."

The bones were not removed, the skin was still there, Wei Jian gasped for breath, the cold sweat on his body was chilled by the wind, he was shivering, what happened just now?I have no impression at all.

"gone."

The demons next to him urged, but their tone did not show any impatience. Those people in the garden might become their wives anytime soon.

As soon as Wei Jian went back, he saw a huge figure standing at the gate of the garden, and he trotted over, "It's okay, I'm fine, the devil just touched my back and didn't do anything to me."

Touch your back?How long have you been touching?Lu Shenxing breathed out unhappily.

"Are you angry?" Wei Jian blinked, and he whispered, "So you care about me so much, oh, I'm a villain, I kept a lot of things from you, and I tried to test you again and again. , Sorry, let's be friends from now on."

Wei Jian turned on the chatterbox mode again, and didn't even care about his wet clothes. Lu Shenxing was inexplicably restless, always feeling that something was going to happen, but in the evening, it was his turn.

"You can do whatever the Demon Lord tells you to do, and remember not to resist!"

Lu Shenxing went to see Ning Que with Wei Jian's instructions, but he was not taken to the main hall, but to the dark room, and the demons who brought him took a few extra glances at him.

Ning Que flipped through the book without looking up, "Does your eyes still hurt?"

The top of Lu Shenxing's head darkened, with cool hands pressing on his eyes, the voice above his head was cold, "Does it hurt?"

The strength was still getting worse, Lu Shenxing's eyeballs could not bear to roll, he smelled blood, according to the situation, Ning Que wanted him to gouge his eyes out alive.

"Do you know how painful it is to repeat the body's division, rupture, and reassembly over and over again?" Ning Que sighed softly, "You see, you are just about to lose your eyes, so you can't accept it."

Lu Shenxing's breathing stagnated, and the hair on his body concealed his emotions at the moment.

"It hurts." Ning Que wiped Lu Shenxing's eyes with a handkerchief, and carefully wiped off the blood. His movements were gentle, as if the intention of killing the previous moment was an illusion.

The sight gradually recovered, and Lu Shenxing saw the paintings on the wall.

"Did you see it?" Ning Que nodded slightly, "These are all my elder brothers."

Lu Shenxing's heart set off a turbulent wave, which eroded his nerve endings in an instant, 400 years was long enough, until Ning Que became what he is now.

"I hope one day I can go boating with big brother, just the two of us." Ning Que walked to a painting. In the painting, there was a green lake, and on a floating boat, two men cuddled close together, almost A waterfowl stands there, peaceful and beautiful. This is a picture he has experienced countless times in his dreams.

"This is him practicing sword." Ning Que looked at another painting next to him, "That day I hid behind a pillar and saw that he was holding the sword in the wrong way, and I didn't even notice it, so I knew he wasn't me. The elder brother I knew, but another soul."

When Lu Shenxing heard Ning Que recite each painting in a calm tone, his temples ached.

Ning Que turned his back to Lu Shenxing and looked out the window. On the branch of the banyan tree, there were two sparrows running their mouths along each other's fur. After a long time, his eye sockets were moist and red, and his face was wet.

"I hate him."

The monstrous hatred was released in the three words of Ning Que, penetrating every corner of the dark room, Lu Shenxing frowned, and things in his mind flashed quickly. He raised his paw and put it on Ning Que's leg, put away the sharp lightly touched the place.

"Brother, as long as you come back, I won't hate you..."

Ning Que lowered his eyes, and a faint light flashed, as if there was nothing there.

The next day, there was an unusual atmosphere in Qianmo Temple. Lord Mozun was holding a child in his arms looking at flowers in the garden, smiling and in a good mood, making the surrounding demons couldn't believe their eyes.

The news came out from nowhere that the child was the reincarnation of that person, Lord Mozun loved him very much, everyone in the garden showed expressions of relief, only a few were disappointed.

Lu Shenxing also heard it. He immediately thought it was Bai Fengqi's reincarnation, but later he thought it was wrong. Bai Fengqi's reincarnation Ning Que should have been found long ago, and he knew it was not the same person.

"I can go home now." Wei Jian paced the room excitedly.

Lu Shenxing lay motionless on the ground, exuding a gloomy aura.

Everyone gathered again that night, and Lu Shenxing saw the child sitting on Ning Que's lap, with both hands tightly around Ning Que's neck, timidly, with curiosity in his big black eyes.

Ning Que bowed his head and kissed the child's hair, soothing him gently.

A nameless fire sprang up, burning his body to pieces, and Lu Shenxing gasped for breath.

Ning Que suddenly pulled the child's collar away, pinched his waist with one hand, and buried his head in to kiss him like no one else was there.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, dumbfounded.

With a bang, the table in front of Lu Shenxing was shattered in half, all the fruits and dishes on it were rotten, and his eyes became terrifying.

Wei Jian was taken aback, and looked at the monster beside him with a pale face, what was going on, before he came, he specifically said that tonight might be the last night in the demon world, as long as he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Everyone gasped, this monster was looking for death, and they couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive about the bloody scene that would follow.

The child's ambiguous cry sounded, and most of the clothes on his body had been taken off, covering his young body loosely, and no one had the leisure to appreciate it.

There was another huge movement next to their ears, and they were frightened, that monster went crazy.

Wei Jian was stunned, and forgot to stop him. He watched things develop in the worst direction. He unconsciously closed his eyes and began to cry. He didn't want to see the scene of the death of his partner who had finally gotten along well.

Lu Shenxing's thinking was messed up by the stimulation, and by the time he realized it, he had already sold himself.

If Ning Que trusted that child more, there would be only one fate for him.

Hao Lian, who was sitting in the corner, finished her last sip of wine. He raised his eyes and saw that the man above him was not only not angry, but smiled.

It seems that he guessed right.

Ning Que waved his hand, and the child in his arms disappeared, and a feather fell lightly.

With a creepy laugh, Ning Que raised his lips, stood up, and walked towards Lu Shen step by step.

Lu Shenxing's temples throbbed, his eyes went dark.