Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Morning light shines into the house.

Ye Yunlan's jaw was pinched by him, her long eyelashes were half closed, her face was fair and flawless, like delicate ceramics.

The Mozun stared at him closely, as if he wanted to find out the expression on his face.

Ye Yunlan's reaction was a little slow.

Delay is justified.

Although the incense in the room is not harmful to the body, it will make people feel tired and in a trance, making it difficult to concentrate and think about problems.

——If you can't think, you can't refuse.

In short, people will become much more well-behaved and obedient than usual.

The efficacy of incense is limited, and it is only for temporary taste and temporary needs.Dissipate? After about one or two hours, people will regain consciousness.

It's just that the current Ye Yunlan is obviously not very sober.

His eyelashes fluttered twice like butterfly wings, and his breath lightly hit the demon's hand holding his chin?.

It took a long time before he said slowly: "What do you want to hear...? Answer?"

Mozun: "I want to hear the answer in your heart."

Ye Yunlan's words stopped again.

The Mozun waited patiently.

Ye Yunlan said slowly, "It's... an apprentice."

Mozun: "What else?"

Ye Yunlan was confused, "What else?"

Mozun affirmed, "There is more?"

Ye Yunlan thought about it for a while, and grabbed a word from the fleeting dream, hesitatingly said: "Is it... a Taoist companion?"

Mozun then laughed, the hostility on his face disappeared, kissed his cheek, and said: "This time I finally got it right."

He was supported by the Mozun to go out the door.

The outside air blows to the cheek, mixed with the morning mist, slightly damp.

Ye Yunlan woke up a little bit, and the confusion on his face faded a little bit, showing a kind of desertedness in the distant mountains and snowy evening.

His body became a little bit stronger, his golden eyes flashed around, he broke Mozun's hand, dragged the chains of his limbs, and came to a flower.

It was a small, very small flower, pure white, which was incompatible with the sea of ​​bright red flowers around it. What should it have been brought over by the bird, fell into the land, and took root here.

Ye Yunlan squatted down and reached out to touch it.

A drop of dew on the flower rolled down to his fingertips, and then slowly slid down into his palm.

Mozun walked over with great interest, watching him fiddle with the little flower.Hugging his body from behind, kissing his earlobe, "Master, do you like such flowers? If so, I can plant some? around here in the future."

Ye Yunlan said hoarsely: "It may not want to be planted here."

Mozun was silent for a while, and said: "But it is already here. Once the flower takes root, it will always be here and will not leave. Spring goes? .”

Ye Yunlan paused with his fingertips.

He stroked the soft petals of the flower, and then slowly slid down, pinching the tender rhizome of the flower.

Mozun suddenly held his hand.He said: "The scenery here is monotonous, let's go first? Let's go elsewhere, Master."

After that, Ye Yunlan was taken away from the sea of ​​flowers.

The magic palace is very big, and there are many buildings inside, but the layout is not? What? Different from the previous life, many of them look? Look? Very familiar.

It can be seen that even if we do it all over again, some things are still happening step by step.

It's like he has been warning Shen Shu not to fall into the devil's way, but time has passed, Shen Shu still walked on this road, and he still became the demon king of the whole demon realm.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, he did something wrong.

The wheel of fate is rolling by, he wants to hide in a quiet corner to escape, but will be pushed forward after all?

What he wants to avoid will not be kept from happening because of his retreat.

There is no place for people to escape in this world.

And in front of him was the person he was closest to in his past and present lives.

The other party clasped fingers with him, tightly entangled.

It seemed that he would never let him go again in this life.

Just like this on the road? Go on?.

To the end of heaven and earth, to the end of destruction.

Ye Yunlan looked at their handshake.

for a long time.

After all, no? Then break free.

He had already calculated his own death, but he was caught off guard and saved his life.

The extended life is aimless, and the fog of the road ahead is still unclear.Just want to be with this person anyway? Go.

Like it or not, in fact... there is no difference.

The demon king took him to the high pavilion, overlooking the four fields of the demon domain.

The wind blew against their cheeks.

Ye Yunlan, with white hair and white clothes, was hunting in the wind.

Mozun hugged him behind his back, crow black hair entangled with him.She turned her head to kiss the side of his neck, raised his hand, and kissed his pale fingertips.

That action was devout, and there was a bit of obsession.

Dark shadows surged around the corner.Like a turbulent sea surging endlessly.

He closed his eyes.

There is the sound of biting wind in my ears, and the ups and downs of noise.

He seems to be holding a lonely boat, floating from the endless sea of ​​time.

Shaking, bobbing and sinking in the waves.

Suddenly touched by the reef, stranded on the shore.

Someone held his hand and forcibly pulled him to his isolated island.

He turned to look.

The ferry boat when we came had been swallowed up by the waves and was nowhere to be seen.

And the chest of the man behind him was hot.

Burning into? His lungs, to melt him, to melt into one with the other party.

They melted together.