Po Tian Xie Zun

"Father, don't you understand? Yunan is worried about his father, not breaking up the two of you as you think. If you really love each other, who the hell will beat the mandarin ducks? Do you know? , the farthest distance between lovers is not life and death, but close at hand yet seems far away in the sky. The distance between hearts is the most terrifying. Do you really want to make Uncle Si turn from love to hate for you to be happy? ?Father, although you have never paid attention to me, even the eldest brother, we deeply admire that father who is invincible on the battlefield and has made great achievements in battle. Please, let Yunan and the others meet Uncle Si !"

Swinging away the previous egg pain, Shui Wufeng stepped forward and pulled Shui Ze's arm and roared at the top of his lungs. Only he knew how much heartache and heartache there was. His father was the protector of the country, so why not him? ?It is because I care too much about him that I want to get it, and I am heartbroken and disappointed!

"Okay, come with me!"

The son's voice kept colliding in his mind. After looking at him deeply for a long time, Mizusawa finally compromised. He pushed the back of his hand and turned around. He raised his hand and tore apart the void. Everyone had no time to rejoice. Glance at each other, and step into the void before it closes.

"This is…"

Their destination was of course Mizusawa's room, but the moment they stepped out of the void, a strong aura of lust enveloped them instantly, and the torn and messy clothes on the ground made them frown even more, as innocent as Si Yunan could guess what happened It's over, let alone Xie Wuya and the others, the group of people glared fiercely at the tall figure that Mizusawa walked towards behind the screen, damn it, hurting in the name of love is the most fucking shameless, how could he do this to Sikong Ling?

Mizusawa is neither mentally retarded nor sensory disordered. How could it be impossible not to feel those murderous stares behind him, but he seemed to be unable to do anything other than stiffen his body. Even he wished to kill himself, so how could he blame them? ?After turning into the screen, Mizusawa laid down a barrier casually, looked at the sleeping Sikong Ling with distress, touched his red and swollen lips affectionately, waved his hand to lift the restraint on him, and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms to his breath.

"Um…"

Sikong Ling who was in a coma frowned, let out a broken moan, and slowly opened his eyes, when Mizusawa's handsome face full of self-blame and distress fell into sight, what happened to him not long ago quickly entered his mind , the whole person sat up suddenly, the silk quilt slid down to the waist, the naked upper body was exposed to the air, the white and smooth skin could no longer see its true colors, and the blue hickey stretched from the neck all the way to the lower abdomen, disappearing into the silk quilt middle.

"Ling..."

Seeing this, Mizusawa stretched out his hand to comfort him, but he pushed it away forcefully, shivering and shrinking to the inside of the bed in extreme fear, tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, Mizusawa felt that his heart was about to break, he What did you do?It hurt him so far!

"Ling, I'm sorry, I..."

Unable to bear his alienation, Mizusawa climbed onto the bed.

"Don't come here, don't touch me, don't..."

Sikong Ling screamed in horror, curled up, held his head with trembling hands, buried his face deeply between his knees, trembling all over, the previous memory was too terrifying, he actually raped him, he was not his Shui Ze , the former Mizusawa was gentle and humorous, never would treat him like this, never... the outstretched hand froze in mid-air, Mizusawa's chest was choked, breathing suddenly became difficult, a heart seemed to be being cut continuously with a blunt knife , the pain made him dizzy, the pain was unbearable, he never knew that there is such an invisible pain in this world, his tall body is almost trembling, what should he do to make him forget those bad memories , to go back to the past?

"Ling..."

The pain mixed with the humming was so obvious, Mizusawa stretched out his hand that was frozen in mid-air, if he didn't get close, he would never have a chance, he couldn't do it.

"Go away, don't touch me, don't…"

Swinging his hand away indiscriminately, Sikong Ling's trembling body shrank back even more, quite afraid of his approaching touch, how could Mizusawa's shrewdness fail to see that he was really afraid of himself?What he did this time was really abominable, but he couldn't back down. He vaguely felt that if he backed down here, they would really have no future.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Ling...I'm sorry..."

Suppressing his heartache and ignoring his fear, Shui Ze opened his arms and hugged Sikong Ling, buried his head deeply in his long hair hanging behind him, firm, gentle and stubborn, and refused to let go of the fiercely struggling person in his arms , the apology mixed with strong regret resounded densely like a spell.

"No...don't, let me go, let me go..."

The embrace that he loved and missed the most is undoubtedly the most terrifying demon at this time, Sikong Ling burst into tears, still struggling quite fiercely, in the confusion, he opened his mouth and bit Mizusawa's arm lying in front of him.

"Um... sorry, sorry..."

The arm hurts, but far less than his heartache, Mizusawa held his hands tighter, let him bite his arm, let the sharp teeth pierce his skin, let the blood flow into his mouth, let him Because... as long as he is happy, he is willing to cut off his arm.

"Um…"

The smell of blood finally brought back Sikong Ling's rationality. He turned his head to look at him with teary eyes, his teeth loosened slowly, and his blood-stained lips squirmed slightly: "Why, why did you do such a thing? Why... "

"I'm sorry, Ling, I'm sorry..."

Apart from these three words, Mizusawa didn't know what to say, explain?Hurt is hurt, no amount of explanation will help. What he wants is for him to admit his love, and spend the rest of his life caring, loving and pampering him, instead of talking eloquently. Hurt in the name of love is still hurt, there is nothing wrong with it. Same.

"No, why? Mizusawa, why did we come to this point, why, tell me, why is this?"

With tears streaming down his face, Sikong Ling grabbed his skirt excitedly, screaming out the deepest pain in his heart. He accepted that they were in love but couldn't be together, because he loved him, and he cared about him more than his own feelings. future, but why did he get 18 years of hatred in return for his retreat? Why do we see each other after 18 years, and they will... become like this?Is he wrong or is he wrong?

"Because we both love each other so much."

Holding his face and pressing his forehead against his forehead, Mizusawa shed tears in heartache. Water can carry a boat or overturn it. Sometimes love is a double-edged sword, which can bring happiness to the one you love, but also hurt Get each other covered in bruises.

"Ha ha…"

That's right, it's because they love each other so much that the hurt is so obvious and naked. Sikong Ling let go of him in despair. Sikong Ling chuckled at himself, the hatred has disappeared, and he also has an inescapable responsibility for how things will turn out like this. Responsibility, blame no one.

"Let me go."

After a while, Sikong Lingkong's voice was devoid of emotion. He was really tired. He had been entangled with him for almost 20 years, and he finally cheered up because of his son. Now...he has no strength to hold on any longer.

"No, no, please, Ling, don't talk about leaving again, I can't stand it, please...please..."

Hugging him from behind in a panic, Mizusawa buried his head in his shoulders and screamed loudly, he can do nothing, he can make up, he can...anything, even if he wants to eunuch himself, he is willing, but he can't Bear him out of his life again, he will die, die of heartache!

It must be heartache. After all, they used to be in love with each other. Sikong Ling clearly knows that even though Mizusawa is humorous, gentle and considerate in front of him, he is actually a very conceited and domineering man, not to mention begging for help, even apologizing. , but such a strong man begged him again in a low profile after 18 years. It would be a lie to say that he was not moved. How could he love him less than him?Just, can they really?Can the emperor's family really accommodate them?What about his princess and children?If their love must be based on the pain of others, how can he be happy, how can he be happy?

"Ze..."

"No, don't talk, I don't want to hear, your son is here, I will take you out to meet them."

Fearing that he would say no again, afraid that he would be unable to control himself and hurt him again, Mizusawa decisively chose to shrink back, let him go, got up and went to the closet, and with trembling hands, he dug out a dress he had worn in the past few years. In the blue brocade robe, since his back was always facing him, Mizusawa didn't realize how terrified his expression was and how much his body trembled when Sikong Ling heard him say that his son was coming, no, he couldn't It is absolutely impossible for Yu Nan to appear in front of him.

"bump!"

"Ling..."

There was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him, Shui Ze turned around, but almost died of fright, Si Kong Ling actually fell to the ground, walked over to pick him up in three steps at a time, his tiger eyes were full of red fruit Distressed.

"Ze, please, I can't see Yunan like this, please..."

Clutching his clothes tightly, Sikong Ling begged anxiously, his son is the only motivation for him to live, he can't let him see himself like this, let alone...lose him.

"They already know, don't worry, your son is very good and sensible, he won't care about such things."

Holding him tenderly, Mizusawa said dotingly, that kid is called Si Yunan, right?Although his personality is not the same as Ling's, his looks are exactly the same as his before, especially his figure. This is why he wants to kill him. He really can't bear a person who can be so similar to him before.

Hearing this, Sikong Ling was dumbfounded, and his anxiety continued, but he couldn't find a reason to ask Mizusawa to help him. The whole person was like an unconscious puppet and let Mizusawa help him dress. His thoughts had already returned to 18 years ago...that emperor The afternoon when I found him, the evening when he knew he had to leave but wanted to leave something behind, the late night when he forcibly used the forbidden spell despite the opposition of the elders in the clan, that... giving birth to Henan as a man, the pain And a happy afternoon.