Young man, rich and easy to talk

When Liu Hua was crushed and thrown into the prison, Wuming didn't follow him in, but turned around and entered the cell next to him.He turned his head to look, and was surprised to see Qin Xichao who was meditating with his eyes closed on the straw mat.

"Tang Wuming, how can you!" Liu Hua clasped the iron bars between the two cells with both hands, looking at the weak-faced Master Qin, "He——"

"Shut up!" Wuming rebuked without turning his head.

The jailer didn't recognize their defected valley owner, he only knew that he was sycophanting the envoy's flattery, so he swung the iron rod in his hand and gave Liu Hua a stick: "Shut up!"

The heavy iron chains locked the cell tightly, Liu Hua endured the dull pain in his back and leaned against the railing, and the eyes that looked at Wuming were less guilty, "Tang Wuming, you are heartless, we You came to rescue you from a thousand miles away, and you tortured your lover like this."

When Qin Xichao heard Liuhua's speech, he still closed his eyes and adjusted his breath without saying a word.Wuming also sat beside him, gently twisting Qin Xichao's long hair with one hand, waiting silently.

The zhenqi circulated for a small week, trying to suppress the effect of the medicine, Qin Xichao stopped breathing, and opened his eyes.

"Youshi, what...how should he deal with it?" the jailer outside the door asked in a low voice, naturally referring to Liu Hua who had just entered from the next door.

Rubbing some black hair in Wuming's hands, he calmly replied: "Shut it down."

"Hmph, if I knew you liked being your envoy so much, we shouldn't have gone up the mountain." Liu Hua folded his arms to fight for himself, "It's because your little lover misses you day and night..."

Nameless: "Closed until death."

"..."

Liuhua finally shut up and became quiet, Wuming kept staring at the translucent eyes of the person opposite, until he saw that Qin Xichao couldn't ignore this naked gaze, and slowly turned to meet his gaze.For a long time, neither of them spoke. Qin Xichao wanted to say something many times, but seeing Wuming's dangling eyes seemed to understand that it said "I have no other meaning, I'll just take a look", so he said no. What happened.

After a while, Wuming asked, "Are you alright?"

Qin Xichao told the truth, "It's almost there, but it's too bad to drink and makes me uncomfortable." He thought for a while and said, "I didn't say anything nonsense just now, did I?"

Nameless bowed his head: "No, I didn't drink much..."

Liu Hua glanced sharply at the porcelain bottle on the table outside the cell, and immediately shouted again, "God! Tang Wuming, you actually forced him to drink that! You—"

"Don't interrupt!" Qin Xi raised his voice, "That's not his fault."

"..." Liu Hua rolled her eyes, turned her back in frustration, and grabbed the straw on the ground, "Okay, okay, what are you two talking about, anyway, I'm a villain."

Qin Xichao held up Wuming's buried head, his deep voice became more intoxicating in the closed cell, and he said, "Look at me, Wuming."

Wuming followed his palm and raised his head, listening to him say: "I'm fine, those potions can't do anything to me. Tell me about you, have you found what you want?"

Asking such a question, Wuming's eyes immediately turned red, and the unstoppable salty liquid was about to rush out of the eye sockets. The bewilderment and despair that he hadn't had time to experience just now swept in like a raging tide, and in a short moment, to overwhelm him.

Qin Xichao stood in front of him and looked at him with nervous and worried eyes. In an instant, all the defenses in his heart collapsed.

Wuming began to cry softly, and silently resisted the question Qin Xichao was about to utter in the posture of burying him tightly in front of the other party's chest.

I don't want him to ask, let alone know any answers.

He is afraid.

I was afraid to see Qin Xichao's expression of surprise when he knew Tang Mu was not dead, even if it was just a little bit in his eyes, it might make Tang Wuming completely collapse.He is Tang Mu, but he is not Tang Mu. This is the biggest joke that God has played on him.

Qin Xichao hugged the body in his arms tightly, and couldn't ask any questions for a while, so he cast doubtful eyes on Liuhua next door.Liu Hua leaned her back against the adjacent iron fence, and also kept her head down and remained silent.

"Don't cry, don't cry Wuming." Qin Xi followed Wuming's back.

This move made Wuming cry even more fiercely. He cried so hard that he trembled all over, and stretched out his arms behind Qin Xichao's back and wrung them vigorously, wishing to be entwined with him.

Qin Xi was helpless: "You hugged me so much."

Hearing Wuming's words, Huo Di let go of his arms, not daring to hug him anymore, and wrapped his arms around the other's waist loosely.Qin Xichao comforted and rubbed the top of his head, guiding him to calm down slowly: "What are you afraid of, tell me?"

What are you afraid of?

Wuming stopped sobbing, rested his forehead on Qin Xichao's shoulder, quietly wiped his crying eyes with his sleeve, and sniffed his nose twice.

"Do you want Tang Mu?" Wuming said, "Do you want to see him again?"

Liu Hua suddenly turned her head, her nervous breathing became heavier, as if someone in front of her was about to do something unbelievably stupid.

Qin Xichao frowned: "Why did you suddenly mention Tang Mu? He's dead."

"Do you want to or not?" Wuming raised his head suddenly, his expression was so serious that Qin Xichao had to be serious.Liu Hua looked directly at them, shaking his head again and again, Qin Xi glanced sideways at Liu Hua's small movements, although he didn't understand what happened between the two of them, but he also understood that it was not a good thing.

"No," he said, firmly.

Wuming laughed, and retreated from the dependent embrace listlessly, and stepped back a few steps with his eyes downcast.He thought, if it was Tang Mu, what would happen at this moment.Will you cry, or will you laugh out loud?Will there be such a hesitation and bewilderment, or will there be a big scene.

But he can never think clearly, because he is not Tang Mu after all.

Tang Mu had been washed clean four years ago, and all he left to this latecomer was the inner strength of a deep fire hidden in his body, as well as a lot of blood and deep hatred.

Nothing good.

Wuming looked at Qin Xichao's face, and couldn't help thinking, Tang Mu, who passed away at the age of 16, does he like Qin Xichao? Does he hate Qin Xichao as much as himself? Every day when he sees him, he worries and doesn't know what to do Do you want to hug him and kiss him and never let go?

Qin Xichao saw that the other party's brows were furrowed with worry, and when he stretched out his hand, the other party took two steps back.

And these two steps seemed to provide Wuming with the space and time to brew, his whole body was tense to accumulate strength, and the moment Qin Xichao was about to put down his arm, he bumped into it suddenly, arms entangled, body and body cling.

Wuming approached quickly, and clearly saw Qin Xichao's pupils rapidly shrinking into a point, and then opened his mouth to cover the thin lips in front of him.

The other party was visibly shaken by the astonishment, and in a trance, a soft tongue was forcefully squeezed into his mouth, twitching around to seek entanglement with him.There is no romance and tenderness at all, and the encroachment like a circle declares the occupation of one's own territory, biting, pressing, and oppressing.

Qin Xichao turned to Su from the shock, and began to respond to him, taking the initiative from his body little by little, transforming a simple and unskilled collision into an exhausting deep kiss.The intertwined breathing is like the wind and waves on the sea, rolling up bigger waves, hitting the nameless limbs and bones.

Wuming grabbed the other side's skirt and trembled as if he was suffocating, but even though the air in his lungs was slowly decreasing, he was unwilling to escape from this fierceness.

The two entangled in a ball, acting like no one else was around, staring dumbfounded at the jailer waiting outside the prison and Liu Hua next door.

Wuming was fascinated by the coolness on Qin Xichao's body that would never melt away. When he was emotional, even the melting spring snow couldn't warm him up.

He swooped freely, greedily snatched away all the affection in Qin Xichao's eyes, and continued to do his arrogant things without seeing it, his lips and tongue were slightly numb before letting go of each other.But he still felt that it was not enjoyable enough, so he took a hard bite at Qin Xichao's superior carotid artery, and was satisfied only after seeing the bright red tooth marks.

Wuming took a big breath of the not-so-fresh air in the prison, and rubbed his fingers against Qin Xichao's lips, which had been gnawed bright red by him.

"Are you crazy? This is a prison." Qin Xichao smiled and licked his fingertips.

Wuming withdrew his finger, fixedly looked at the licked glistening fingertips, sucked it in again in the sight of a group of people who had already seen their big teeth in shock, and said vaguely: "I'm crazy, no People are cured well."

The two kept a distance where they could strike again at any time, but neither of them moved again. Wuming's eyes were full of greed for Qin Xichao.

After a long time, Wuming who calmed down hugged him tightly again, and murmured: "I owe him, I should pay it off."

"What? To whom?"

Wuming smiled and let go of his embrace: "A...old friend."

Qin Xi furrowed her brows, grabbed Wuming's hand with her backhand, and the alarm sounded in her heart, "Don't fool me, you must speak clearly."

Wuming shook the grasped wrist as if angry, held his face and pecked at the corner of his tightly closed mouth, the hot touch covered his red lips one after another, and said while pecking: "What are you afraid of, you will know sooner or later."

"Wu Ming, tell me." Qin Xichao was serious.

Wuming whispered: "Tomorrow, how about tomorrow?" He lay next to Qin Xichao's ear, quietly, as if saying a charming love word, "Tomorrow, if I am still alive, I will give you back the real Tang Mu. "

Qin Xichao froze suddenly, someone had acupuncture points on his back and couldn't move.

Wuming kissed his lips and the corners of his eyes for the last time, and raised a comfortable smile, just like Tang Mu's last turn around on New Year's Eve four years ago.

Since then, there will be no tomorrow.

"No! No!!" Qin Xichao struggled violently and shouted, "Tang Wuming, come back, come back to me!"

"I don't allow it! You can't, you can't go!"

Wuming slowly stepped out of the cell, locked the heavy chain with his own hands, and left Qin Xichao in the cold iron cage.

"Take me! Take me out of this ghostly place!" A thin figure gradually walked away, and Qin Xichao's voice split behind him.

Wuming turned around slowly, put his index finger between his lips, and exhaled lightly.

"Shh...tomorrow, everything will be fine."

"No! Tang Wuming!!" The heart-piercing shouts were all swallowed up by the darkness of nothingness, waking up the other prisoners in the prison. For a moment, there were various shouts up and down in the entire prison, mixed with the jailer's exasperated reprimands.

Nameless didn't respond any more, and a lonely figure disappeared into the darkness.