The cannon fodder owner dressed as the King of the Merman [Transmigration Book]

Ning Yu's bedroom was pitch black, without even a candle to light it up. Shen Fuqiao carried him steadily to the bed, and just as he was put on it, the sleeves of his robe were tightly grasped.

"Brother, don't go..."

The sleep talk, which was so soft that it was almost a whisper, fell into Shen Fuqiao's ears without missing a word.He supported Ning Yu's pillow with one hand, looked down at Ning Yu's furrowed brows, and suddenly leaned over to seal his restless plea with a gentle kiss.

It is not only to appease Ning Yu, but also to confirm himself.

It wasn't until Ning Yu's tail fin suddenly fluttered, and he patted his calf lightly and lightly. Shen Fuqiao was worried that he would not sleep well, so he reluctantly let go of his lips and tongue, and stretched out his hand to press his crotch instead. Between eyebrows.

Before Ning Yu raised his eyebrows, Shen Fuqiao's attention was attracted by the touch of the mattress under his palm.He turned into a lotus lantern and hung it beside the bed, and the gentle water-like radiance sprinkled it down, and it turned out to be the familiar green lotus flowing cloud pattern.

This is the mattress they used in the wooden house when they lived together in Yulin Mountain.

In addition to this thin layer, the huge shell was also covered with all the clothes he had worn before, including those rough linen clothes, green shirts and long gowns... These two pillows were also used by them, and they might have been stained with his Breath, but 300 years have passed, soaked in the deep sea, even though it is sealed with demon power, how much can be left?

Is Ning Yu stupid?

As Shen Fuqiao thought about it, the blood in his whole body suddenly cooled down.He looked closely at Ning Yu's cold and haggard face, and his heart throbbed with pain.

Really silly.

Otherwise, how could they have waited hopelessly for him for 300 years...

Like a bird in a cage that has lost its owner, it still builds its nest with the owner's personal belongings even after it has gone far away and regained its freedom.

Shen Fuqiao took off his divine robe and put it lightly on Ning Yu's body, sat next to him and half hugged him, letting his upper body lean against his arms, so as not to make him feel uncomfortable.

As soon as he got on the couch, the upper shell of the scallop slowly closed. Seeing that it had a tendency to be tightly seamed and covered, Shen Fuqiao casually reached out to touch it, only to find the uneven scratches on it.

His heart trembled inexplicably, and when he touched it carefully, he could easily recognize that it was the innumerable "Shen" characters, which were deeply and deeply carved with each stroke. My heart aches.Soul fire was lit on his fingertips, and with the gentle light, he could clearly see the old and new blood in the dent.

Shen Fuqiao's breathing stopped for a moment, looking at the densely packed "Shen" characters in front of him, as if being hit by a blow, he became dizzy and dizzy, and even his fingertips couldn't help shaking.

At first he didn't pay much attention to these 300 years.

For the protoss' lifespan, which is so long that there is no end in sight, 300 years is just a flick of a finger.The mermaid race is also an ancient long-lived monster race, and 300 years is just a symbolic number to them.

That's why he was so unhurried and calm.

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

If he knew that Ning Yu lived in pain and suffering every day, how dare he be so calm, how dare he be so calm?

How dare he... How dare he let him be tortured like this?

Shen Fuqiao's chest heaved violently, and he couldn't control his overflowing divine power. Clusters of green lotuses bloomed indiscriminately in the sleeping hall, exploding bursts of silent and tragic fireworks.

Ning Yu seemed to be disturbed by the shaking light and shadow, he hugged Shen Fuqiao's waist unconsciously, buried his face in his arms and fell into a deep sleep, peacefully not moving.

Shen Fuqiao lowered his eyes to look at the hands clasped around his waist. On the white and slender knuckles, several long and sharp nails were broken. It could be seen that they had been severely worn out, and some of them were covered with scarlet flesh. It looks awful.

Too stupid.

Shen Fuqiao tried to raise his hand a little bit, but met with fierce resistance. In desperation, he could only cover it from the back of his hand, slowly slipped into his fingers and intertwined with his fingers. After the fingertips bloomed and the blue light dissipated, the round and pink nails quietly recovered.

Shen Fuqiao felt the cool temperature in his palm, and suddenly felt sad, his throat was sore, and he even had the illusion of wanting to cry.

Mermaids are arrogant and coquettish by nature, and their body, hair, and skin are not allowed to be offended by others. What kind of pain should Ning Yue have... to cut off his nails?

What was going on in his mind when he was lying in the shell every day, engraving heavy characters one by one?

Back then he had nothing, didn't know what would happen after death, and couldn't make a promise, but he still thought that Ning Yu would never forget him... But now that he has returned to the throne of God, when he reunites, he sees such a scene, and even prefers him to be like this Nian never remembered him.

It is better to find a lover, to accompany and support each other, to spend a lifetime in love, than to live alone in such pain.

In the past, although the love was bold and fanatical, it was still naive and self-willed, relying on Ning Yue's preference to run amok.

But Ning Yue couldn't stand such torture.

If he really didn't come back, how many bloody heavy words would Ning Yue have to write with those memories before he could stop?

Shen Fuqiao sat with Ning Yuku in his arms all night, listening to the ever-changing sound of the waves on the bottom of the sea, his thoughts drifted aimlessly.

Some questions, once you think about it, the answer is terrible.

...

In the early morning of summer, the first rays of dawn break through the sea and soak in the clear ocean current.The seagulls chased the white waves and swooped to play, and the sharks on the bottom of the sea got up early to go out for food and play.

It has nothing to do with the desolation of last night.

It turned out that Nanhai just experienced a big change of blood yesterday. Ning Yu had planned for many years to shut down the net, and most of the political enemies were wiped out. The bones on the side of the road were all left by him for demonstration purposes.

That day, the merman civilians stayed in the cave well, protected by Ningyuan's poisonous miasma barrier, and did not suffer any harm.Ning Yu's side suffered very little battle damage, and their vitality was well preserved. Thousands of anglerfish purified the bottom of the sea within a few hours.

And all of this was learned by him being locked on Ning Yu's couch and listening to Ning Yuan's report in the palace of the king.

Shen Fuqiao shook the flexible and strong blood sea vine in his hand, and couldn't even touch his forehead and sigh.

"A-Ning, I won't run away." He tried to explain clearly to Ning Yu why he came here to prove that he would not disappear again, "I'm here to pick you up, back to Yulin Mountain, where we used to live. "

"Let go of the vine first, I'm afraid I'll accidentally hurt you."

Ning Yu was wearing the azure divine robe, which was wide enough to cover half of the long dark blue tail.

He stared at Shen Fuqiao's eyebrows in a daze, and stretched out his hand to touch Shen Fuqiao from time to time, as long as Shen Fuqiao responded, he would suddenly smile happily, but after a short time, his eyes became empty again.

If he didn't answer Shen Fuqiao's words, he was annoyed by his nagging, so he leaned over and kissed him, often kissing and then suddenly stopped, as if he lost his mind and had to react for a long time before he remembered what he was doing.

Shen Fuqiao saw that...he was sick.

And very sick.

"A-Ning, I'm hungry and I want to have breakfast." Shen Fuqiao knew that Ning Yu couldn't fight hard, so he made an excuse at random, and sighed, "Aren't you hungry? Come on, my brother will teach you, first withdraw one Rattan, don’t tie the other one to the head of the bed, just hold it by yourself, I’ll go to the kitchen to cook for you, it doesn’t matter if you follow me.”

Ning Yu was silent for a long time before uttering two words very jerky: "...Brother?"

Before Shen Fuqiao answered, his eyes suddenly lit up for a moment, like smoke wood that had been extinguished for a long time, flashing sparks like a flash of light under the almost crazy paranoia.

"elder brother."

"Aning..."

Ning Yu smiled and caressed his side face, his eyes seemed to fall on other things through him.He pursed his lips as if looking forward to the compliment, and said, "Brother, wait for me, right now... we will be reunited soon."

Shen Fuqiao frowned, and corrected in a solemn voice: "We have reunited. Aning, what do you want me to wait for?"

Ning Yu turned a deaf ear to it, and just stared at Shen Fuqiao's face with a silly smile for a while, and a daze for a while, but he couldn't bear to look at it, and couldn't bear to look away.

terminally ill.

Shen Fuqiao was overwhelmed by this knowledge.

The two people are so close, but it seems that they are separated by some insurmountable torrent. He wants to take a step forward, but he is immediately blocked by an invisible crack.

He tugged the blood sea vine that was imprisoned on his wrist several times, but he didn't use force, but he wasn't gentle either.It wasn't until Ning Yu frowned and leaned over to hold his hand that he slowly stopped, and supported him to sit in his arms with the power of Qinglian, a lotus leaf instead of a hand pushed Ning Yu's back of the neck slightly down Press it so that the lips of the two people just touch each other.

Shen Fuqiao's heart was depressed, even the kiss seemed to bring a storm, entwining and biting, it was not enough to force Ning Kuijie to retreat, he had to ask for help on the verge of death.

His bad desire to control was completely aroused by Ning Yu who dared to use him as a substitute, and he had no tendency to try to suppress it.Obviously he was the one whose hands were tied, but Ning Yu was the one who was imprisoned and dominated in the end.

That kiss seemed to shatter Ning Yu's cold and indifferent mask. At this moment, he was trapped in Shen Fuqiao's arms, his long tail patted here and there from time to time, and his cheeks were stained with a rosy color like smoke.

He hugged Shen Fuqiao's neck, and gently sniffed the faint scent of bitter lotus on his body, his expression became a little disappointed, and his eyebrows and eyes, which were bright just now, dimmed by three points.

Shen Fuqiao naturally doesn't like to talk too much, but Ning Yue doesn't speak. As his husband, he can only shoulder the responsibility of making him happy and treating his illness.

"Ah Ning, what's the season now?"

Ning Yu's cold voice was stiff and dull, reminding Shen Fuqiao of the blizzard that fell suddenly in the middle of winter.

"Small heat is coming."

Shen Fuqiao nodded, and said in a gentle voice: "There is a bayberry grove on the southern slope of Yulin Mountain. It should be the time when red fruits are abundant. You come back with me, and I will pick you up. Do you like bayberry cake...or simple bayberry Jam, you just need to ask, as long as I know how to do it, I will make it for you, if not, I will learn it for you."

The author has something to say: Shen Fuqiao: I tried my best. As a straight man, holding back this long list will kill me. (Unconcious)

Ning Yu: Reward brother with a kiss!

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