Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The night is like water.

bamboo building.

The slender fingertips rested between his brows.

But it seemed to grab his neck and reach the tip of his heart.

He couldn't move.

Not even thinking.

"I beg...the Immortal Master to enlighten me." Mozun said hoarsely.

He raised his head slightly, and imprinted a kiss on the other's fingertips devoutly.

The other party didn't speak, but the other hand dragging the chain slowly stroked the back of his head, and gently pressed him into his arms.

He smelled a cool fragrance.

floating on his nose.like moonlight.like ice and snow.Like the snow capsula he held in the palm of his hand many years ago.

The fragrance formed an invisible net, completely enveloping him, making him fall into a vortex with no way out.

Why is this so.

Mozun couldn't figure it out.

He was obviously not the one who was imprisoned, nor was he the one who jingled the chains around his limbs, but amidst the crackling noises, it seemed that every inch of his flesh and blood was entwined with silk thread.His blood was rushing, and his ferocious animal nature made him unable to resist the desire to turn over and grab the prey's neck and bite, but the ups and downs of warmth that made people linger, allowed him to survive what little humanity he had left.

He is greedy for this warmth and wants to keep more.

Moonlight shines.

Ye Yunlan's pure white hair poured down onto Mozun's chest like snow.

He bowed his head to kiss the demon's handsome face.

It's just that such a move seems a bit difficult for him.

As if something was involved, his brows were slightly frowned, and the golden eyes were condensed with water, as if it was about to drip on the demon's cheek.

He asked Demon Venerable: "How?"

Mozun looked at his face piously and obsessively, and said: "Very...very good."

Ye Yunlan: "You forgot to practice the exercises."

Mozun: "Did I... forget?"

Ye Yunlan: "You forgot."

When speaking, Ye Yunlan looked a bit tired and exhausted.He is very tired.

So the exercise was temporarily stopped.

The flowing moonlight outside the window soaked his thin back, and the wind blew the white hair on his shoulders, and a few strands of it brushed against the Demon King's cheek.

Mozun murmured: "It's so quiet here, Immortal Elder."

The loud and wailing sounds in my ears have stopped, and the surging shadows around me have also stopped dancing, dormant aside.Rarely, he heard insects chirping outside the window.

Ye Yunlan said: "Really."

Mozun's bright red eyes were full of obsession.

He said: "I seem to be able to see some colors gradually. Only the...colors on Master's body."

Ye Yunlan took a deep breath and repeated: "...Really."

A little confusion suddenly appeared on the face of the demon king.

"Why is Master's hair all...white? And Master's eyes..."

Ye Yunlan didn't answer.

It's just that the chains on his body made a crackling sound again, and the warm spiritual power was transferred into the Demon Lord's body through kung fu.

His movements were slow and difficult, tears were hanging in the golden pupils looking down at the Demon Lord, and there were some things that the Demon Lord could not see clearly or distinguish clearly.

Thrilling.

The boundless hostility entangled in his chest was washed away by the warm current, and a pure white flower grew out of his broken and fragmented blood-red world, the land where the sea of ​​blood was surging and the land was full of corpses.

He has a pure land of his own.

And he was in the pure land, feeling the rare warmth and tranquility.

The inextricable madness and obsession accumulated over the past 30 years seemed to have finally found its source. Amidst the turmoil of the warm current, the chaotic brain barely recovered some ability to think clearly.

So he obsessively rolled in this pure land, unwilling to leave for a long time, and even wanted to occupy more land to absorb more warmth.

Suddenly, he felt a hot tear dripping down his cheek.

When I opened my eyes, I could only see white hair like frost and moonlight like streams.

His master was extremely exhausted and lay on his chest like soft spring snow scattered.

Heavy chains shackled his limbs, grinding his wrists a bright red.

Mozun was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly he raised his hand and carefully hugged the handful of snow into his arms, as if he was embracing his most cherished treasure that was about to be broken.

He unchained the opponent's limbs, kissed the opponent's pale cheek again, and said in a low voice?

"Master, I'm sorry..."