After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

After having a good "heart-to-heart" exchange with Emperor Wu that day, Bai Miao's mood has obviously relaxed a lot. Although he can't completely let go of what happened in his previous life, he has been able to face up to his own existence.

And after this incident, Emperor Wu felt more clearly the distance between himself and Bai Miao, which has been drawn invisibly a lot—it is still as close as before, but there is also a kind of dependence from the same source, which comes from He knew Bai Miao's biggest secret and the true origin of Bai Miao.

That night, Emperor Wu was revising the memorial, and Bai Miao, who had finally been free, was lying on the couch reading a book. I don't know how long it had passed, but when Emperor Wu was about to go to bed, he found that his little lotus had already hugged the quilt big sleep.

On the big dark bed, lay a snow-white figure lying sideways, with long silver-white hair winding down, and a few strands fell on the soft cushion under the couch.

Under the nearly black quilt outlined with golden threads, the young man half-concealed his thin waist, and his shallow muscle lines were somewhat beautiful and charming.

Emperor Wu coughed silently, his gaze involuntarily deepened, looking at the beautiful scenery on the bed, he couldn't help moving his Adam's apple.

However, he didn't do anything else, he just stared at every inch of the boy's skin with eyes that were deep and close to the abyss of darkness. After a long time, he sighed impatiently:

"This is a troublesome little guy..."

The words were silent, but the tone and emotion were lingering. The desire that was suppressed in the calm was vigorous and hot, but it could only be blocked by the host, who dared not reveal the slightest bit in such a lonely night.

At this moment, Bai Miao who was sleeping on the bed didn't know anything about Emperor Wu's covetousness, he even raised his hand and scratched his thin belly unsatisfied, then turned over again, exposing a section of buttocks and continued to sleep.

Tu Xiuting was helpless.

I don't know when, after he shared the bed with Bai Miao, the comfortable little guy got used to taking off his obscene clothes and insisted on sleeping naked under the quilt. This behavior made Bai Miao sleep comfortably, but But it hurt Emperor Wu's body and mind - the stunner every day, the true love in his arms, the skin as soft as jade in his hands, and the elegant cold fragrance in his nose, but he could only look at it but not eat it. Under the circumstances, Emperor Wu almost lost his breath because of the suffocation!

Under the night, the young man's suet jade-like skin shimmered more and more in the darkness. The man tried his best to maintain Liu Xiahui's mind, and wrapped Bai Miao with the quilt without moving. Strictly speaking, he took off his outer robe and lay down on the other side of the dragon couch.

Habitually hugging people in his arms, feeling the softness in his chest, even though his heart was burning with desire, Emperor Wu, who had been exhausted for a day, soon fell asleep.

In the dream, a piece of tender pink flying flowers seemed to flash, and a large area of ​​halo spread, swallowing Emperor Wu's consciousness bit by bit.

Then, the pale color disappeared, and in an instant, the brilliant flying flowers and brilliant pink were replaced by a dull vermilion, the color was as rich as fresh blood, with a thick, sticky , and unexplainable nausea.

Emperor Wu was familiar with such a color.He used to spend hundreds of days and nights on the battlefield dyed with this color, blood, screams, human life, riots... all the words that this scarlet can replace, Emperor Wu seemed to have experienced it a few years ago However, even when he returned to his hometown in the dream at this time, he was very calm.

He knew he was dreaming.

At this moment, the world in the dream is all red, the brown earth becomes dirty because of the scarlet stain, and the black and blue sky is also reflected by the red on the ground, reflecting the strangeness of the time when encountering demons, but they are all strange, as if they are in a hell of nothingness , there is no end in sight.

Tu Xiuting frowned, since he met Bai Miao, he hasn't had a dream for a long, long time, even the word "dream" is a little strange to him.

It was very quiet here, Emperor Wu didn't want to sit and wait for death, so he walked, looking around with a pair of eyes that were neither happy nor angry.

Walking, walking, suddenly a white light bloomed not far away.

In a world full of vermilion, the sudden appearance of white light is sacred and abrupt, but it carries hope and yearning.

Emperor Wu felt that the white light gave him a familiar feeling.

what is it then?

He couldn't remember, and in his dream, his mind seemed to become dull.

So he could only continue walking, and came to Bai Guang bit by bit.

On the other side of the white light is a pure black corridor, but around the road, there are many fluorescent fragments hanging.

"Miaomiao..."

Emperor Wu murmured in his dream.

He could clearly see that among those fragments were frame by frame, and the protagonist among them was the pillow person he was most familiar with——Bai Miao.

Seeing a familiar person in the dream, Emperor Wu was not in a hurry immediately, he paused, and began to look up at the pictures in the fragments carefully.

Even though the appearance of the person in the picture was somewhat different from his youth, as soon as he saw those eyes, Emperor Wu was completely sure that they were his little lotus.

The fragments in the darkness glow with soft light, and the picture in each fragment is a separate content.

Emperor Wu took it very seriously.

The content in the picture is very detailed, from the beginning when Bai Miao was still an unformed double-petaled white lotus, to the time when he grew in the deep mountains and swamps, and gradually gave birth to wisdom under the watering of the essence of the sun and the moon, obviously it was just a swaying flower. The growth record of the lotus, but Emperor Wu just saw it with gusto—his little guy is so cute, looking at the growth process of Bai Miao like this, Emperor Wu still misses the time when the little guy was still in the shape of a lotus.

Afterwards, a strange and holy double-petaled white lotus burst into light under the moonlight, gradually turning into a young boy with silver hair.

Because it was his first transformation, the young man could only sit softly on the ground, with a confused and innocent expression on his face, making people want to bully him severely just looking at it.

In the forest, his presence is abrupt and harmonious, like a natural elf, the most mysterious treasure in the entire forest.

Emperor Wu's heart melted when he saw it.

The story in the fragments continues.

The Bai Miao in the initial form is like a newborn child, he is pure and flawless, as clean as a piece of white paper, the first characteristic he will show in the future depends on who left it on the white paper. There are traces.

His cleanliness is the pure beauty that people want to protect, and the flawlessness that people want to destroy. As for Emperor Wu, he has both of these feelings.

In the picture, Bai Miao staggers and walks in the mountains, his snow-white skin is naked, being brushed by the leaves in the forest; his clean feet are stained with traces of mud, leaving deep and shallow footprints behind. behind.

His fair skin was smeared, and his delicate face turned into a messy cat.

Then, he met a man.

A Taoist priest in tattered Taoist robes.

Taoist priests are ugly, no, not ugly, but weird.

I saw that one side of the Taoist priest's face was intact, it was a kind of masculine handsome, with deep contours, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, just looking at that side of the face, he is definitely a handsome man who can be praised by others; On the other side of the Taoist's face, he had to look back in fear.

The other side of the Taoist's face was dyed black and purple by something. From the forehead to the chin, there were even strange lines blooming on the deep color, wriggling and circling under the human flesh, changing positions from time to time, sometimes entrenched in the The corners of the eyes, and sometimes the cheekbones, appear carelessly on the side of the Taoist priest's face like a living poisonous snake.

In addition to this, the eyes on the side of his face that was dyed black and purple were glowing blue, and the eyeballs were covered with a layer of bluish-white haze, which was shocking to look at.

Emperor Wu frowned, could this be the "old way" that Bai Miao said?It's not at all detached from the fairy-tale and amiable he imagined.

The story in the picture is still going on. The transformed silver-haired boy walked out while supporting the tree trunk, and then fell to the ground with his feet limp. Then a sharp blade came straight to his throat. .

"who?"

The Taoist's voice was hoarse, like the sound of nails scraping against a sheet of iron, harsh and hoarse.

The young man couldn't speak, he just opened a pair of jade-colored eyes, the water was shining, full of innocence and ignorance under the moonlight.

"Can't talk?" The Taoist's tone was filled with interest. He picked up the boy's chin with the tip of his knife, tilted his head and moved his cold gaze down, sliding inch by inch across the other's naked body, and then he sneered, " Heh, a hardened little elf."

Seeing this, he restrained his interest, put the knife on his waist, and planned to turn around and leave.

"Ah... demon, goblin..."

The Taoist didn't take a few steps when he heard the parrot behind him.

He turned his head, and met the young boy's curious gaze with his white and indifferent eyes.

As if encouraged, the boy opened his mouth again and said, "Demon, goblin..."

"Want to go with me?" The Taoist raised his eyebrows, his face didn't seem to care, it was just plain as if he was asking something that had nothing to do with him.

"Go, go..." The young man could only sit where he was, trying to imitate the end of the other party's words.

The Taoist snorted coldly, he didn't intend to continue to take care of the other party, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a shadow staggered over, and the Taoist seemed to have eyes behind him, turned around, backed up, raised his hand, and grabbed the slender arm of the figure with one hand.

"Go, go!"

It turned out that the young man was in a hurry, so he got up softly, and only said "go" in his mouth, and rushed towards the Taoist priest's back.

"You can't wait to throw yourself into your arms?" The Taoist stared at the young man, but couldn't hold back his fingers from touching the slippery wrist, "Tsk, it is indeed a lotus flower that has become a essence, and this body of icy muscles and bones is the best in the world. rare."

"Rare, rare?" The boy tilted his head.

"Forget it, let's have fun with you." The Taoist shook his head, but he took off his tattered coat, wrapped him up, put it on his shoulders, and left.

As for Emperor Wu, he looked at the fragments with a cold face, watching the Taoist priest and the young man gradually disappear at the end.

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