Narendra Sex and Evil Performing Arts Company

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Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the bright autumn light turned into darkness.Not far away, the several-meter-long black silk and satin around a pavilion tomb that had just been buried was swept into the air by the strong wind. It circled for a while like a tornado before flying out of the wall.

The eight burly men were blown to one side or another by the evil wind, not to mention the slender Mr. An Dong. The fedora hat and sunglasses used to hide his face were thrown several feet away, and he himself was even blown away. His mouth was distorted, and he was choking on the "Na" of "Nalan", and almost lost his breath.

Nalande was stunned for a moment, because he saw an inch-long scar on the corner of An Dong's right eye, which was a bit hideous, and it was incompatible with his so-called flawless face and narrow, long and beautiful eyes, which made people feel deeply Slightly... a pity.At the moment, his eyes were obviously red and swollen, and two water marks were faintly visible on his face.

...Damn...crying?

No, why are you crying?Big man's.

I don't come once in three years, so I'm just pretending when I come.It has been three years since the two broke up peacefully... no, plus the three years since Nalande's sexual death, it has been six years in total, and he was obviously the one who apologized to himself first.As a love saint, I have let go of him as a scumbag, what else can I not let go of?

Nalande snorted with his mind.

"Mr. An, let's go!" The head of the bodyguard suddenly stepped over, covered his head with his coat, and together with the other two bodyguards lifted him up and ran away.

"What, what's the matter?" An Dong asked in a daze, looking back at the tombstone lingeringly.

"There are paparazzi!"

After the black silk from the pavilion tomb was blown away, there were indeed dazzling white lights flashing frequently.A small entertainment reporter was huddling behind the pillars, quickly pressing the shutter to capture the breaking news that "King Anda secretly paid homage to his former lover Nalande, and cried bitterly in front of the tomb".There are a lot of people who are popular, and there are people in and out of the circle who want to help "a good man who loves his family" An Dong get out of his closet.

"Damn, I forgot to turn off the flashlight." After An Dong was escorted and escaped, the little paparazzi cursed, looked up at the sky that suddenly darkened, and left in a hurry before the rain fell.

……

Well, it's finally quiet again.

The roots of the ears are quiet, and the eyes are also quiet.A huge cemetery, empty.

It's like the past 1000+ days and nights.

A few minutes later, the rain poured down.

A few minutes later, the rain became heavier.

Nalande suddenly felt a little... lonely.An Dong, you should come back and have another drink.Even if he is a scumbag, it is better to have someone to accompany him than now...

At this point in the beginning, let me briefly explain the background of the story.The thing is like this - after recent unremitting thinking and summarization, Narendra can basically conclude that he currently exists in the state of a soul and perceives the world, and his soul seems to be trapped in his tombstone, no matter what Send shape.

Let's take a look at what happened in Gago from the perspective of God—this day three years ago, yes, it was October [-]rd, the first day of resumption of work after the short three-day holiday of Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day. , Nalande, who played the role of the devil Shao Zuobing in a so-called big-budget anti-war drama, happily returned to the set.At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the scene where the two protagonists kissed forgetfully under gunfire, they should have yelled "Bageyalu" and angrily kicked away the dog-legged traitor who snatched the machine gun in the hands of a devil soldier. Nalande, who shot (she) the heroine to death while walking and was killed by the sad and angry male protagonist, after taking the seventh step, when he was about to shoot (she) the heroine, he stepped on it by mistake. Landmine, injured by a low-quality prop bomb, had two shrapnel flying into his heart at that time.In the end he was burned alive.

Very cruel and very bad, right?right.

But strangely enough, he didn't die completely.The body is dead, but the five senses still retain sight and hearing.Although thinking still exists, it was chaotic at the beginning, and it was not enough to think.It wasn't until a few days ago that he gradually felt that his soul seemed to come alive little by little, and he began to be able to think and recall.He thought of his name and identity, and everything he had experienced when he was alive. The whole process, and strangely observed his own funeral ceremony from a panoramic perspective.

After the ashes were buried, he was trapped inside the tombstone.Or is it because the soul is inseparable from the ashes?

He is still muddled up to now, without the concept of time, he just feels as if a long, long time has passed, a long and painful loneliness, and there is no end to reminiscing about it.I only remember how many times Qin Jin came here, how many times Xue Xiaoxi came here, and some other old friends.Andong was not among them.It was this morning that his college roommate Xue Xiaoxi mentioned "three years" when he came to worship him again, and he suddenly realized... three years have passed, right?

As an atheist, Nalande really doesn't understand what the situation is now.

Out of body?No way, the soul is a product of superstition, it does not conform to the Marxist scientific development concept, and it is not conducive to the construction of socialist modernization and spiritual civilization.

But how else to explain it?

He didn't even know if other people died incompletely like him, and if they had souls, would they be trapped in the tombstone?Or stuck somewhere else?Or exist in other time and space?Or where?Or will you still remember the memory of the previous life?Is there such a thing as reincarnation?There are so many things, but there is only one key point - is he alone in the world?

The most frightening thing is that he doesn't know how long this life-or-death situation will last?Could it be the end of the world?

What's even more frightening is that he has gradually gotten used to such an existence.At first there was fear, hesitation, longing, and despair.Gradually, I found that struggling was futile, so I started to get used to it.

Thinking hard.

Think carefully.Scarier than death.

……

"Wake up, my lord Shennong." In the violent wind and rain, a male voice as clear as ice and jade seemed to come from another world, darting through the wind and rain, it frivolously penetrated into Nalande's ear, until Piercing the heart, it was both shocking and reassuring. Nalande's body was shocked, and he slowly opened his eyes... Damn, I forgot that Nalande had no facial features, internal organs, or body.

Fall, there is neither this nor that, so how does the author use beautiful words to describe him?

... Closer to home, Nalande turned back to his confused thoughts when he heard the sound, and suddenly saw a black suit flying against the wind in front of the tombstone... The fabric, satin, seemed to be the piece that flew out of the wall just now, and was captured by someone. It is draped over the head and body, and a simple knot is tied on the chest, which can be regarded as a cloak.And the tall figure under the cloak, according to Nalande's visual inspection, is at least 1.9 meters 1.9, or [-] meters [-].

Not that fellow who is it?He is back again.

But... Hey, if you just find a piece of rag to make clothes, at least you have to do it with a little sincerity, okay?Put it on your body and you're done?For whom is there such a large seam in the middle facing the key parts?The wind is so strong at the moment, did you do it on purpose?

Clothes are for shame, not for pretense, understand?

Who is it, it's simply indecent.Nalande really wanted to give him a calligraphy work of "Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces" and let him go back to the living room and worship it every day.

What's worse, in the next second, that person was leaning on a 1.7-meter-long golden cane in one hand, and stretched out his other hand towards Narendra's tombstone, making a pious invitation gesture.

This time it was all right, his two arms completely stretched the front of the rag robe, showing him the meat clearly.

shameless.

The inviting posture was maintained for a long time, and the ice blue eyes looked out from the shadow of the brim of the hat, unfathomable and tempting to sink.It seems pious, and it seems unruly.People can't help but wonder whether he is the god who saves people from the sea of ​​suffering, or the devil who tempts people to fall into the abyss.

Why do you feel that, whether it's the former or the latter, people... can't resist at all.

Nalande was so stupid that he couldn't even ask "Who are you?" He stretched out his hand like a maniac, completely reassuringly handing himself over to the man's big white hand that seemed to be glowing with fluorescence, and stared at him obsessively. .

Yes, that's right, Nalande stretched out his hand, and the man wrapped his cool hand around him, took two steps back, and pulled him out of the tombstone.

When Nalande reacted and looked down, he was just stunned——

Mom, he actually has a body, a body that is intact.

And without clothes.Bare and magnanimous, fresh and perfect, every inch of skin texture, every white velvet hair, every visible and invisible pore is breathing and metabolizing freely, desperately waking up and reborn, he can even feel the warmth The blood flowing through the blood vessels of all sizes is full and satisfied, and even the tiniest capillaries of the limbs are warmed up bit by bit.Subconsciously, he touched his face with the hand that was not held... well, it was still that handsome face without acne.He touched his ears again, um, they were still slightly windy and slightly bigger like Tutu's, which was his Nalande's signature feature.Looking down again, um, sure enough, there is neither fishing line nor six-pack abs, and of course there is no big belly. The flat belly does not block the line of sight at all, and a dark brown cinnabar mole can be seen on the root of the tender penis.Well, it really is my own body.so far so good.

From the inside to the outside, everything seems to be reborn.

Nalande couldn't bear the ecstasy, and shouted excitedly in his heart——Dashuaibi, you're resurrected!

Immediately afterwards, he became puzzled again—no, no, it’s too unscientific, death is already very unscientific, and it would be absurd to be able to be resurrected in such a way.Because he once saw his body being cremated to ashes with his own eyes.Probably a dream, the soul can also dream, Narendra, you have been trapped for too long, and you are too eager to be freed.Life or death is liberation.

So he raised his head blankly, looking up at the ice blue eyes of the man opposite him under the brim of his hat.As if waiting for an explanation from him.

You are my dream too, big beauty?I'm really a rascal, after I die, I still dream of a beautiful boy with a nude body.And let myself be honest with him... This dream is so simple.If the two of them have sex next time, it will undoubtedly be spring/dream.

Wait a minute... Shall I have sex?Anyway, the dream is a dream, not a white dream.Nalande suddenly fell into contemplation of whether he should take the initiative to seduce the other party.

Such a close comparison... Damn, this guy's legs are really long, and his hips are almost at the height of Naland's chest... Well, it's not that bad, it's almost at the height of his penultimate pair of ribs.Nalande looked up at him with a height of 1.8 meters (external data), and thought, well, at least 1.9 meters [-], this time there is absolutely nothing wrong, his visual inspection has always been very accurate.

The man watched Nalande complete a series of mental activities with cold eyes, and then said calmly: "Can I go?"

"Ah? Where are you going..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he was taken aback by his extremely hoarse voice.

...he heard his own voice!For real, it is a real and perceivable sound signal emitted from his vocal cords, vibrated by longitudinal waves in the air, and transmitted to his external ear canal, cochlear vestibular semicircular canal...and then transmitted to his brain.rather than the voice of the mind.How can there be such a real dream?

"Go to your house." The man said.

"So direct?!" Is it really Chun/Meng? !Nalande regretted, "It's a pity that I have no home. The house is mortgaged to my prodigal father to pay off his gambling debt... How about we open a house?"

The man looked at him without speaking.

Although I am the master of my dreams, even though the other party is an inflatable male doll that came out of YY in my dream, after all, such a direct dating behavior is quite shameless, and I have never been so dissolute when I was alive, so I was caught by the other party Seeing it, my heart beats and I feel guilty: "Ah, I haven't, I didn't ask who you are?"

The man didn't answer, and looked at him for a while, and suddenly a thick Chinese dictionary appeared. He held it in his hand, and looked it up from the index like a primary school student learning characters. After several times, he found the word "kai". Page.

I don't know which publishing house edited Cihai, but there is actually the word "open/fang".The man pressed his fingers on the word "open/room" for a while, and the female voice in the voice read the words in a standard manner, and then several lines of small words were opened in the blank space behind the paper. Those seem to be "synonyms", "example sentences", "network derivatives" and so on. At that time, I was so shocked that my jaw almost dropped.

... Ganqing is a paper-based electronic dictionary?This dream of mine is a bit too cool!

After reading a bunch of explanations, the man closed Cihai with a blank expression, closed it with a blank expression, looked at Nalande with a blank expression, and said, "No date. Lord Shennong, I don't have a date."

"..."

The sky thundered.This time the jaw dropped completely.

Seeing him in a daze, the man stretched out his hand, put his palm on his forehead, closed his eyes, rested the hand holding the staff on his chest, kept silent, but chanted reverently.

After a while, he took his hand away, opened his eyes and saw that there was nothing on Narendra's forehead, he couldn't help frowning in doubt, looked at his palm, and then at Narendra.

Narendra also blinked at him strangely.

The man suddenly leaned over and bit Narendra's forehead with his mouth open.

"Aw—" With a cry of pain, the man came back to his senses, the man had already backed away, and was licking the bright red blood from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Brown! This is my forehead! There is no meat on your forehead, and you can still eat it!" Nalande clutched his bleeding forehead and stared angrily, seriously suspecting that the center of his brows had been bitten off. a piece of meat.How will it be in the future, he is a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and he is a pit of flesh between his eyebrows.

After huffing and puffing for a long time, I remembered to ask: "What the hell are you biting me for?"

"Make a soul contract." The man said, "The spiritual force field in your world is wrong. Since I came here, the spiritual power has often been disordered. The spiritual contract was not concluded just now, so I can only replace it with a blood contract."

"Who are you acting in cartoons?" Nalande felt that things were getting weirder and weirder, "Who the hell are you?"

The man turned into Ci Hai again to look up the definition of "cartoon", and realized that Nalande was just joking, so he raised his head and said, "I am a descendant of the Chi You family who was sealed in another time and space. I am called here to help Summon my Lord Shennong's soul to fulfill his long-cherished wish."

Apply?Are you a lady? You still apply.

"What the hell?"

"I'm not a ghost. The spirit is Chi You."

Chiyou?Lao Tzu is still the Yellow Emperor.I wanted to sneer at the words "you continue to make up", but after thinking about it, things are too unbelievable now, and the truth can no longer be determined by whether he believes it or not, so he asked seriously: "Let me believe you, then, I am resurrected Is it?" Because the forehead was bitten just now is really painful.I heard that there is no pain in dreams.

"Yes, my Lord Shennong." The man bowed slightly, and pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, probably as a salute, "From now on, I will follow and protect your soul until..."

Really, revived...

revived...

Damn, it was too sudden, and I was not prepared at all.

I don't know if I was too excited, but suddenly the world spun, and Nalande spun and fell rapidly as if he lost his center of gravity, as if a big hole was opened in the sole of his feet, trying to leak him into the heart of the earth.There are still a lot of questions to ask, what is Lord Shennong, what are the descendants of Chiyou, what are the seals, what are the summons, what are all the strange things today... But there is no time to ask, he is falling.

During the fall, the illusion of spotlights flickering in the distance, dotted with stars.He seems to have returned to the year when he was 16 years old, when he stepped on the red carpet for the first time, he was nervous and at a loss... That was the beginning of his youthful and hasty youth, and then he experienced many longings and realities, mixed in various ways Love, hate and separation...

Suddenly, I felt that the falling of my body stopped, and some force caught him steadily... Opening my eyes, I saw silver threads fluttering like an umbrella, covering the rain and fog in the sky.The man hugged him effortlessly, and raised his skirt with one hand to pull him into the firm embrace under the cloak... The naked/exposed skin of the two was tightly pressed against each other, and the faint temperature in his chest could be felt...

This touch was so real, it made Nalan Xingde feel at ease like never before, as if he could disregard others for this, no matter who he was or where he was taking him, in short: "Are you here to take me away?"

"Yes, my lord."

That's good.Nalande thought reassuringly.Hell and heaven, all go with you.Anyway, there is finally a relief for this life of immortality.Before you get free, you can still take advantage of the beauty, whether it's a dream or real, it's all worth it!

So he hugged the man's broad shoulders with peace of mind, and fixed his drowsy and crumbling body.

Wait, there seems to be white light again, piercing through the black silk, and disappearing in a flash... Narende felt vaguely that someone was watching them.But when he peeled off the black silk and looked back suddenly, there was no one in the desolate cemetery.