Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The pain of the tattoo is long-lasting, and it will not subside in a short time.

Eyelashes were wet and heavy with sweat.

He frowned, and looked in the bronze mirror, faint blue flowers were blooming along the tailbone, and beside them were two slightly concave dimples, like honeydew falling among the flowers.

The Mozun's hand held his waist, making him turn his head, and his warm breath sprayed on his shoulders and neck.

"Xianchang, do you like the flowers I left for you?"

He was so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger, he leaned against the demon's chest, and said in a low voice, "What kind of flower is this?"

"Longevity flower."

He said: "I...have never seen this kind of flower before."

Mozun laughed hoarsely, and said, "Of course you haven't seen it before. This is the most beautiful flower I found from those 'memories'." He was startled.

Having been with Mozun for many years, he knew what the other party called "memory".

The origin of the demon king has always been a mystery.

He seems to have been born out of nowhere, and once he was born, he controlled the demon gate with unrivaled power, and cultivated the nine-revolution demon body that no one has been able to successfully cultivate for hundreds of years to Mahayana.

The people of the world are both afraid and fearful of the Demon Lord, and no one dares to ask the Demon Lord for doubts.

Only he knows.

The Demon Lord comes from the Demon Abyss.

This is what Mozun told him himself.

The Demon Lord said that he was born in the Demon Abyss, and he was a monster crawling out of the Demon Abyss.

Under the devil's abyss, there are countless darkness and filth in the world, as well as resentful souls and evil thoughts, and countless evil things.They devour each other and fight for the right to "live".

In order to "live", the Demon Lord absorbed countless resentful souls and evil things, and at the same time absorbed the remaining memories of the resentful souls and evil things.

Mozun once told him jokingly that he was born as a demon, a natural monster, and asked him if he was afraid.

But he only felt that it was a miracle that the other party was able to retain the self-awareness amidst so many evil thoughts and memories instead of becoming a monster who lost his mind.

Although Mozun didn't say it clearly, he also guessed that the memories of those resentful souls should be full of chaos and killing, which can drive a normal soul into madness.

Every night of the full moon, the loss of control of the demon king also showed this.

But now the Demon Lord said that he found the most beautiful flower for him in those bloody and chaotic memories.

He felt that the tips of his ears were hot, and he turned his head away from looking at the astonishingly gorgeous flower.

But the Demon Venerable said relentlessly: "I am the only one in this world who can give you flowers like this. Immortal Elder, you haven't told me whether you like it or not."

He was so tormented just now, he pursed his lips, did not answer the Demon Lord's question, and said in a low voice: "How do you know that there will be no second person in the world who will send me such flowers."

"Because I saw this flower in the memory of an ancient ghost. It was extinct ten thousand years ago. No one in the world can pick it off and give it to you. And if I give it to you like this..." Mozun put his fingertips on his waist Scratching on the nest, "Who else in this world can get close to you like me? If there is..."

As he spoke, his hoarse voice suddenly showed a bit of hostility, "If someone dares to touch you, this deity will teach him that he will never be reborn forever."

The Mozun's words seemed to mean something.

His body has been soaked in medicated baths for many years, his senses are so acute that he can't bear to be scratched at the waist, the demon king's hostile voice floated into his ears again, and he couldn't help trembling slightly.

Mozun seemed to sense something, so he softened his voice, and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Immortal Elder, tell me quickly, are the flowers beautiful?"

He was silent for a while, and finally said softly: "It looks good."

After a pause, his voice became even lower, "It's just that you said that this flower is for me, and you want me to remember you forever, but why did you thorn it in this place...I usually can't see it."

The tattoos on the back of the brand can only be seen when you remove your clothes and turn around to the bronze mirror deliberately.

Since you want him to remember him forever, why not engrave it in a more conspicuous place.

...let him see it all the time.

Mozun understood what he meant, and suddenly stretched out his arms to hug him tightly, and laughed softly, his chest heaving continuously.

But he didn't understand why Mozun was so happy all of a sudden.

After a long time, Mozun's laughter gradually subsided, but the strength of hugging him did not lessen, and his voice was hoarse and said in his ear: "Immortal Elder, are you blaming me?"

Hearing this, he turned his head uncomfortably.

The tips of the ears became even hotter.

Mozun said: "Actually, at the beginning, I also wanted to put flower tattoos on more conspicuous places. Such as the neck, such as the collarbone... such as the heart." His hot big hands touched those places inch by inch, causing him to tremble. He said again, "But I can't bear it."

"I want the elder fairy to remember me forever, but I think you will think of me when you see flowers in the future, and I feel distressed. After thinking about it, I decided to brand the tattoo on a place where I can see it alone. And you , when you want to see it in the future, you can see it..."

Mozun caressed the petals of the flower with his fingertips, paused, and continued: "...If you don't want to see it, then you don't have to."

After listening, his fingertips trembled suddenly, and he spoke suddenly. "I don't want to see flowers, I just want to see you."

This time it was the Mozun's turn to be silent.

"Immortal Elder," Mozun said after a long time, his voice hoarse, "Everyone in this world will leave eventually, but it's just sooner or later."

He stopped talking.

But Mozun hugged him tightly, and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, the material I used to tattoo you just now is the ancient Youyun Essence. I searched for this thing for a long time before I finally found it. Fading. And I've heard that the faster the blood flows, the brighter the color on it... I don't know if it's true or not."

Mozun smiled and whispered in his ear: "I didn't look carefully enough just now, Elder Immortal, why don't we try again?"

He is already very tired, if he goes, he will definitely refuse.But today, he was silent for a long time, but he just leaned on the other person's shoulder and said in a low voice.

"it is good."

The black hair spread out like a cloud, and he was soft on the soft bedding, like snow on the top of a mountain melting away.

And in the bronze mirror.

The man shrouded in darkness slowly lowered his head, and devoutly kissed the flower on the tailbone that was blooming more and more beautifully.

——"My brother wants to pick flowers, is he going to give it to someone he likes?"

Walking in the Valley of Flowers, all kinds of flowers are blooming around, which is dazzling enough.

The mountain wind is still gentle and lingering by his side, and Nian'er's voice is lively.

He was slightly taken aback, "Why do you say that?"

Nian'er took it for granted, "Because everyone did this before."

In the past... the past that Nian'er said was about ten thousand years ago.

In ancient times, customs should have been different from today.

He was about to explain, but Nianer continued enthusiastically: "My emperor once taught Nianer that different flowers have different meanings, and Nianer still remembers it."

She stretched out her small hand and pointed to the different flowers in the Valley of Flowers.

"This is Xiweihua, which represents the warm and sincere pursuit and yearning; this is the purple kite flower, which represents the secret and deep love and admiration; this is the water rong flower, which represents the long flow of water and mutual acquaintance; and the longevity flower that my brother just picked , what it represents is...is...well, let Nian'er think about it..."

Nian'er tilted her head in thought.

After a while, he clapped his hands and said happily.

"The longevity flower represents the love that will never wither and never change until death."