Welcome to Nightmare Game III

The Holy See has a long-lasting seasonal activity-winter baptism.

On the day of the Lord's birthday, under the command of the priests, the mighty believers dug open the frozen river. People took off their warm clothes and jumped into the water to swim in the winter to be baptized to show their pious faith and not to be afraid of challenges. .

When the Holy See was still in the warm holy city, the event had thousands of participants.

But when the Holy See relocated to the Neverland, the frigid temperatures turned the activity into a gruesome death-defying experience.

In the long polar night and the low temperature of minus [-] degrees, it takes piety and courage to jump into the icy water, and to climb up alive requires a strong body and an unyielding will.

Winter baptism is no longer open to ordinary believers, only the hermits in the Holy See still practice it. These ascetic disciples smashed a [-]-meter-long river channel on the frozen lake, and at the end of the river bank is a huge ice-carved cross.

Everything was ready, and they were under the cross at the end of the river, waiting for the new disciples to complete this test and become one of them.

The extreme coldness in the water is enough to extinguish all chaotic desires in the soul.

Persevere with the body tempered by hard training, and with the will poured out of pious belief, in the dark night and cold, in the pain of frozen and paralyzed muscles, march towards the hope of the end!

16-year-old Ning Zhou completed the journey.

The moment he surfaced, his hair and eyelashes were immediately covered with a thin layer of frost.

He was naked from the upper body, and before the water droplets had time to slide down his muscles and skin, they had already frozen into ice.

He raised his head and looked at the majestic and majestic ice cross on the ice bank, it was very cold.Farther away, the bright green aurora filled the polar night sky, which was both beautiful and desolate, but it was also cold.

The world of ice and snow surrounded the pure land of Neverland; the frost of the glaciers covered his flesh and blood.

At that moment, he thought, no desire could beat the cold.

But he was wrong.

………………

"Come here." Qi Leren hooked Ning Zhou.

Ning Zhou sat down silently.

"Come here a little more." Qi Leren hooked his hands again.

Ning Zhou looked at the gap that no longer existed between the two with embarrassment, he couldn't get any closer.

Qi Leren also realized this, so he changed his posture.

He took off the luxurious and beautiful fur coat on his body, revealing the thin clothes under the cloak.He knelt down and helped Ning Zhou untie his cloak.

The slender white fingers dance on the uncomplicated knots, like flying poisonous butterflies. Every time they flap their wings, a few wisps of butterfly scale powder fall into the air, and the charming powder silently eats away at people. sanity.

He got too close, and his warm breath fell on Ning Zhou's cheeks, causing his skin to turn red.

From Ning Zhou's point of view, the succubus lowered her brows, and under the thick eyelashes were eyes reflecting the light of the bonfire.

The fire, the warm fire, burned from the succubus' brown eyes to his heart beating faster and faster, and he could no longer deceive himself.

He is beating.

Twelve hours ago, he had just opened his diary.

He had only met Qi Leren six hours ago.

He fell headfirst into the same sweet trap as seven years later, hopeless.

No, perhaps even more hopeless.

Because he knew from the beginning that Qi Leren was a man just like him.

He is vigilant, defensive, he resists, he tries to escape, but what good is that?He couldn't convince his heart not to beat faster for a strange lover who had been reunited for a long time.

As long as he follows his heart, he will always fall for love.

Taking off the cloak, Qi Le looked at Ning Zhou's severed arm distressedly, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Ning Zhou shook his head.

Qi Leren smiled, with a forced smile: "Bow your head."

Ning Zhou lowered his head obediently.

Qi Leren had to stand up straight to help him untie the bandage on his left eye, so Ning Zhou could smell the fragrance from his neck, which was like the smell of coffee, but mixed with the natural smell of grass and trees.He restrained himself, not to greedily ask for these breaths, but there was some eager desire in his body, which was burning silently, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

……

The bandages were untied layer by layer, and Ning Zhou closed his eyes.

……

A warm hand was pressed against his blind left eye, his fingertips were soft, and there was no callus from training, which made Ning Zhou feel incredible.

Is it because this body is his newly fashioned avatar?Or is it because he holds the relationship with the source of rebirth?

He tried his best to keep his mind on these serious issues, but he couldn't think any more from the warmth from Qi Leren's fingertips.

He closed his eyes, feeling the source of rebirth flowing through his eyes, along the blood vessels and bones, warming his cold body little by little. He seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, and he could only sigh in satisfaction.

Qi Leren suddenly felt cold.

The source of rebirth in his body seemed to be poured into a black hole, and the bottomless abyss swallowed his power, but it was completely useless.He frowned, unwilling to give up hope, and poured the power of his origin into Ning Zhou.

Still in vain.

In the past three years, he has cured many people, some were blind and lost their ears, some were missing arms and legs, and some were left with only one breath.But as long as he takes action, he can always cure others, because he has the origin of rebirth.

But now, he couldn't cure his lover.

Qi Leren gritted his teeth and continued in anger.It seemed that something in Ning Zhou's body was devouring him, greedily demanding him, he seemed to be feeding an insatiable beast, no matter how much he gave, "he" wanted more.

They fell into a stalemate. Qi Le people mobilized power from the half-field and invested it regardless of the cost. With the withdrawal of this huge power, the Dune Palace in the half-field first appeared strange—the Tongtian decorated with white crystal windows. In the tower, the sunlight began to dim; in the verdant green world, the tropical vegetation gradually withered; the waterfalls and springs dried up slowly, and the peaceful animals sensed the signs of the end and uttered uneasy wailing.

Must stop, Qi Leren realized something was wrong.

Another Ning Zhou started to lose control.

Even though the Ning Zhou in front of him was just a returning boy, it seemed harmless.But Ning Zhou in the main body, trapped in the blood sacrifice, has already stood at the peak of the domain level, with the power to crush most of the demon world, he is on the verge of madness.

People in Qi Le are beyond their limits, and if they want to satisfy such a demon king with their meager strength, it's tantamount to filling the ocean with a fine guard, and turning a mans arm into a cart.

But it was too late to get away now, he was firmly grasped by the power deep in Ning Zhou's consciousness, like an ignorant bird, standing stupidly on the shoulders of humans, kissing the cheeks of humans affectionately, returning When he came to his senses, he realized that he was already in the cage.

In the dark, he seemed to be kissed, touched, and played with by someone. The power of that person was so terrifying that his fragile body would be cut off with just a slight pinch.

Ning Zhou will not hurt him, Qi Le people believe so.

But, what if Ning Zhou went crazy?

This terrifying thought flashed through Qi Leren's mind, it was the last thing he wanted to see or believe.

The source of rebirth has been exhausted and is overdrawn, Qi Leren is trembling all over, his face is so pale that there is no blood.

In the semi-realm, the Dune Palace is rapidly decaying and crumbling. It only takes a moment for this dreamy and magnificent tower of miracles to collapse in the sea of ​​sand.

In the depths of his consciousness, Qi Leren was lost in the dark. He seemed to be walking on an ice field, exhausted because of getting lost, and fell to the ground unable to get up.

Something ahead beckoned him, tempted him to spy.

It is not beautiful there, but exudes the malice of desire.Under the abyss of human nature, things that are firmly restrained by reason and cannot be illuminated by bright characters: greed, domination, lust, destruction...

Someone took his hand and gently pulled him up: "Go back. Don't go any further."

"What's in front?" Qi Leren asked.

The person who helped him stroked his cheek, and touched his lips with his thumb, hungry and longing, like a kiss that couldn't be finished: "It's the ones I don't want you to see."

"Which ones?" Qi Leren asked.

The man fell silent.

"I want to see everything about you." Qi Leren said stubbornly.

"Go back. Look at me from the past, okay?" the man asked softly.

That person also learned to be cunning, he didn't wait for Qi Leren's answer, but leaned over and gave him a kiss, which was so sweet that people couldn't get enough of it.

At first Qi Leren was still resisting because he was angry, but his lover was careful to curry favor with him, caressing his lips and apologizing with a gentle kiss.

Until Qi Leren was coaxed into a dizzy mouth and opened his mouth, but he suddenly changed his tune.

……

"Ning...well...don't kiss, um...Ning Zhou? Stop!"

Qi Leren struggled to make a sound other than panting from the hot kiss that was about to burn his sanity, but the dream in the sea of ​​consciousness was too hot, and they couldn't part with each other.

It wasn't until Qi Leren touched Ning Zhou's left arm in the dark that he seemed to be pushed into a glacier in the cold winter, and the cold extinguished the hot fire of love.

He pushed Ning Zhou away, out of breath.

As if checking his own precious treasure, he touched Ning Zhou's left arm, and touched his left eye in disbelief, which was incomplete.

"Your body is also injured? No, the blood priest will transfer the wounds of the avatar to the body, so why are you injured on both sides?" Qi Leren pressed him.

Ning Zhou, as always, used silence to deal with the questions he didn't want to answer.

"How can I cure you?" Qi Leren asked sadly.

The world in their consciousness began to gradually collapse, and it was unexpectedly beautiful - the dark sky above their heads and the cold ice field under their feet gradually turned into flying petals.

Those are pure white rose petals.

It seems that this empty world of consciousness was originally shaped by white roses, and everything is just for them to meet each other in a dream, the second time.

Ning Zhou stretched out his hand and touched Qi Leren's fingers.

His figure is vague, hidden on the dark ice field, as lonely as a phantom.

The body turned into pure white petals, floating in the dreamland. Qi Le reached out to grab them, but only caught a piece of soft rose petals, and his voice in the wind:

"Wait until you have the domain."

Qi Leren held the petals and stood in the rain of white roses. He looked at the invisible abyss ahead and turned his head resolutely.

He will become stronger enough to share responsibility and pain for Ning Zhou.

One day he will see everything that Ning Zhou doesn't want him to see.

He thought he would gladly accept it.

The author has something to say:

Ning Zhou, who is still 25 years old, is relatively good at it. He deserves to be trained in the devil world for three years.