I see the snow

There are many scars on Mu Ziling's body, most of which are old wounds.Now it looks like there are only a few traces.

But despite this, Mu Ziling still felt extremely uncomfortable being watched by Qin Yi.

He didn't want Qin Yi to see these scars - after all, sometimes he felt ugly when he saw them.

The light in the room was very dim, and under Qin Yi's gaze, Mu Ziling repeatedly sank into the water involuntarily, until finally he couldn't bear it anymore and turned around: "Enough...!"

"what is that?"

However, Qin Yi stared at a scar running through his entire body, and asked, "What's the matter with the injury there?"

On Mu Ziling's delicate and fair body, there was a scar that pierced from the chest to the back, which hadn't healed until now, oozing with dark blood.

Qin Yi didn't remember that there was such a rip on his body, so he couldn't help reaching out, wanting to touch it, but Mu Ziling hid back.

He glanced at it and said in a low voice, "It's from the past."

When raising little ghosts, Mu Ziling first took his heart and soul to capture them.

The scar left behind would never heal since then, and every time he overpowered his ghost, the wound would open and spread outward.

——When the cracks covered Mu Ziling's entire heart, it was probably the day he died.

"For this kind of injury, it is better to apply ointment directly."

After a long silence, Qin Yi said hoarsely.

He fetched the medicine, sat next to the tub, rubbed the ointment on his fingers, and applied the medicine to Mu Ziling.

You are the king of a country, Qin Yi has a body of gold, and he seldom serves others like this.

He rolled up his sleeves embroidered with gold thread, revealing a small section of his forearm covered with thin muscles, beautiful and tight.

——Of course, in the battle between Yunyan and Liang Cheng, it was Qin Yi who personally led the army to fight in the front line.

He's good with the arrow.

However, Mu Ziling flinched a little forbearance. He wanted to push Qin Yi away, hating him for being so close to him, but when Qin Yi's fingers touched his skin, he involuntarily fell silent.

He looked at his reflection on the water, and slightly tightened the corners of his lips.

Mu Ziling's shoulders were very thin, giving him the feeling of being seventeen or eighteen years old. Because of his thinness, the butterfly bones protruded out.

His black hair floated on the water, against his pale and bloodless body.

Qin Yi's fingertips were hot.

Mu Ziling thought that he could feel the warmth of Qin Yi's fingers touching his back every time.

Again and again, like a butterfly's kiss.

He didn't want to feel it deliberately, but every touch was like a burning flame, lighting up fireworks on his cold body.

This is very strange, because Mu Ziling has never felt body temperature from other people, even if the blood splashed on his face, he would only feel sick and smelly——

In this world, it seems that only Qin Yi is warm.

But Mu Ziling couldn't see, in Qin Yi's sight, he was trembling slightly.

The wound that had not healed for a long time was turned outward ferociously, scarlet dark blood continuously seeped out of the wound, and the surrounding flesh gave off a faint dead air.

He could hardly imagine how a person could live with such a wound that could open at any time.

But Mu Ziling not only survived, but also killed one person after another with such injuries.

"Medicated baths are not as good as taking medicine directly."

After a long time, Qin Yi said in a low voice: "You may bathe with medicine more in Yunyan, but Zhonglu is no better than Miaojiang, and the art of refining medicine is better... If you want to recover faster, next time you can directly use medicine to compare good."

Mu Ziling didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear it.

Qin Yi didn't speak any more, and just concentrated on painting his wounds.

The two lived together quietly, and when the bandage was finished, Mu Ziling suddenly said:

"My right hand is crippled, so I can only bathe it with medicine. I can't tie a bandage with one hand."

This sentence has no beginning and no end, and it can even be regarded as abrupt.

Qin Yi subconsciously looked towards his right hand, but saw that Mu Ziling's shoulder blade was so thin that it was facing slightly inward. A layer of pale skin wrapped around his muscles and bones, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Is there something wrong with his right hand?

Qin Yi thought why he had never noticed the disability.

He only remembered that Mu Ziling always used his left hand to kill, and Azhu was also wrapped around his left wrist.

But he thought it was because Mu Ziling was left-handed.

And on the bed, Qin Yi always only regards him as someone who can be played with and don't have to worry about being able to bear it. Mu Ziling couldn't resist him, and he never thought about why, let alone gave him any glances.

At this moment, he was really curious, but before he had time to ask, Mu Ziling sneered and pulled up his collar.

"Put away your pitiful eyes."

"Otherwise I'd like to gouge your eyes out," he said.

……

In the second half of the night, the white moon hangs in the middle of the sky, and the dead branches cast a few scattered shadows on the ground.

Mu Ziling was only wearing a snow-white undershirt, sitting at the table, slowly combing his still black hair.

Water dripped from the tips of his hair, dampening a small piece of his collar.Two extremely deep collarbones are looming under the translucent underclothes.

"Go ahead."

Mu Ziling said, "Do you want to sleep with me, or do you want me to kill someone for you?"

"Sheng Yang may be in chaos."

Qin Yi stared at his white underclothes, turned his eyes slightly, and said casually: "Their new emperor is very at odds with the aristocrats of the family. Wang Weiliang wants to rebel... As their friend, don't take advantage of the chaos to occupy a few cities , wouldn’t you be this neighbor in vain?”

Mu Ziling didn't speak, and looked a little indifferent.After a while, I glanced at him and asked:

"Is power interesting?"

"Means nothing."

Qin Yi said with a smile: "It's just a journey in the world, and it's sad to not find something to do for decades."

Just as Qin Yi didn't understand why Mu Ziling wanted to slaughter again and again, Mu Ziling also didn't understand the joy of continuously occupying other people's territory into his own country.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

Mu Ziling said, "Which general should be killed, or which city should be taken?"

Unexpectedly, Qin Yi didn't answer him, but looked into Mu Ziling's eyes and asked a completely irrelevant question.

"What is the purpose of your transaction with me?"

He said.

As early as when Mu Ziling was kidnapped by Qin Yi and returned to Liang Cheng, he agreed with Qin Yi on the terms:

He killed people for Qin Yi, and Qin Yi gave him a shelter and spared his life.

But now, Qin Yi thinks about this sentence again, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels different.

"You said at the time that this is a win-win solution with Gu." He said: "But even if you need time to refine the ghost and cannot keep killing people, those who are willing to provide you with shelter and invite you to be a guest in the princes and kingdoms must not There are plenty of people here. Why did you choose Liang Cheng?"

This is a crucial question.

Mu Ziling's answer will determine Qin Yi's attitude towards him, determine whether this person can be controlled, whether to go or stay.

Therefore, Qin Yi stared closely at Mu Ziling's face, not letting go of even the slightest change in his expression.

However, Mu Ziling under the lamp smiled very lightly, and a fleeting smile flashed across his pale face, like a lonely flower admiring itself in the dark night.

He seemed to think that this was an extremely simple question, and he hardly thought about it, so he smiled and said:

"Qin Yi, I won't live long."

This is the truth that Mu Ziling understood when he decided to embark on the road of no return. He was about 14 years old at that time.Mu Ziling said: "I heard that your Liang Cheng's white camellias are beautiful, and I wanted to see what they looked like. So I came here. That's all."

That's it.

... and that's all?

Qin Yi frowned and looked at him, unable to tell the truth from the fake in his heart.

Yes, Mu Ziling has always been such a moody and unpredictable person.He has always been able to do whatever he wants, and stay wherever he wants—nothing can restrain him, and he is so free that ordinary people think he is impermanent and pathological.

But staying in Liang Cheng for a camellia...?

Qin Yi still felt a little ridiculous.

"Do you like camellias?"

After a long time, Qin Yi asked: "In March next year, I will ask Hua Nu to raise some and send them to you."

Mu Ziling stayed in Liang Cheng for two years, but the camellia hadn't bloomed in these two years.

——Because when the news of Mu Huai'an's death came, Qin Yi ordered to burn all the camellia seeds.This kind of white flower that was once visible in Liang Cheng suddenly disappeared in Liang Cheng.

Mu Ziling smiled slightly. Qin Yi thought he would be happy, but saw him combing his hair lazily, and said casually:

"It depends on the mood. Maybe then I don't want to watch it anymore."

In the dark room, the candle was burning with a slight "crackling" sound.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Mu Ziling asked: "Don't stay here with me. I have already agreed to what you said."

A'Zhu was wrapped around Mu Ziling's wrist, slowly rubbing it coquettishly.

The little heat brought by the bath just now had disappeared, and Mu Ziling began to feel cold again.

He stretched out his index finger and pressed it on A'Zhu's snake head, A'Zhu then bit Mu Ziling's finger pulp familiarly, sucking the fishy, ​​sweet and warm blood from that slender, pale finger.

"Don't massacre the city."

After thinking about it for a while, Qin Yi once again told him worriedly: "This time Chifengguan, just break through it, don't slaughter it to the end."

Unexpectedly, Mu Ziling smiled when he heard the words, he lowered his eyes to look at Ah Zhu between his fingers, and said with a light smile, "I dare not promise you that."

"This request is too difficult for me."

"...You just accumulate some virtue for yourself."

Qin Yi was simply unimaginable for Mu Ziling's hobby of slaughtering cities: "Aren't you afraid of retribution for killing so many lives?"

"Scared."

However, Mu Ziling said: "It's just that I have already received my retribution, and I can't think of any more unlucky retribution than the past."

A'Zhu sucked enough blood, lazily left Mu Ziling's wrist, and crawled back to the nest.

Qin Yi thought he would use a towel to wipe off the blood that was still rolling down, but Mu Ziling sucked his fingers into his mouth.

Under the dim and flickering candlelight, the pale and cold-faced young man in white stretched out his soft tongue, rolled it over his fingers little by little, and continuously spilled blood.

... Qin Yi even saw his pink and wet tongue.

This picture is indescribably gorgeous and treacherous, Mu Ziling is as gorgeous as a lonely ghost who kills people and sucks blood.

Qin Yi felt an extremely strange and uncontrollable feeling in his heart.

"I want to kill 700 million people."

Mu Ziling stretched out her slender fingers and said in front of Qin Yi.

Qin Yi's eyes turned involuntarily following Mu Ziling's movements, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

He saw the blood on Mu Ziling's lips, which made the imprint of a finger on his thin lower lip extraordinarily bright red.

"why?"

Qin Yi blinked his eyelashes suppressedly, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Because if I want to accomplish something, I must accumulate so many ghosts and ghosts."

Mu Ziling stared at his pale fingertips, chuckled and said, "I don't know how long my lifespan is, but I hope I can support them. ... So I must slaughter the city, before I am eaten by them ... ...the sooner the better."

Qin Yi wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but looking at Mu Ziling from a certain distance like this, he suddenly felt that this person showed a kind of slenderness and immaturity that he had never seen before.

Because he lowered his head slightly, he showed a beautifully curved neck, frowning and fiddling with his slender fingers, which made Qin Yi suddenly feel like a child.

In other words, there was a part of Mu Ziling who had always retained an unusually innocent, childlike side.

"What is the meaning of life?"

Qin Yi heard him muttering: "My whole life has been ruined by Yunyan... If I can't cut off the source of this pain, what is the meaning of my life...!"

The author has something to say:

Mu Ziling: I have a problem with my right hand.

Qin Yi: Oh.