The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

There was a wound on his forehead where the bones were almost visible, and the profile of the face that was pressed to the ground by the man in black was covered with scratches messily, completely ruining the original beautiful face.The clothes on his body were completely soaked in blood. Although it was slightly covered, the unnatural collapse of the waist and back could still be seen.Not to mention, there are those hands that are so bloody and bloody that they can't see their shape...

From all appearances, it is indeed ugly and miserable.

Just as Wang Luan was about to say something, his eyes were covered by Qi Chensheng, and his whole body was wrapped in a warm embrace, and Qi Chensheng's breath was immediately felt in his ears.

"Brother Jiu, don't look."

Wang Luan didn't take Qi Chensheng's hand away, so his eyes were covered by him, and he turned his head slightly to look at him: "Okay, I won't look... But Chen Sheng has already seen it, right?"

Qi Chensheng didn't speak, he looked down at Wang Luan who was tightly embraced by him.

More than just seeing it, when the light of the canary completely dissipated, he masochistically looked at all the wounds on Wang Luan's body, kissed his cold forehead over and over again, stroked his scarred side face, and died. Holding his broken body...

He hated himself for being frivolous, bringing Wang Luan to this dangerous situation, and even more hated himself for being incompetent, being trapped in the illusion of the past, and letting his ninth brother suffer such torture alone.

Wang Luan couldn't see Qi Chensheng's expression at the moment, but as long as he got a little closer to his chest, he could hear the strong heartbeat after another, and each beat was filled with unrelieved self-blame and regret.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on the half of his face that was not covered, and then he stretched out his hands to hold Qi Chensheng's face, and then stroked towards his frowning brows.

"Shen Sheng," Wang Luan said softly, as if he was talking to the person in the silver laurel tree, or as if he simply wanted to get an answer from the other party: "Do you think my face is ruined? "

"No." Qi Chensheng suddenly tightened his arms around Wang Luan, without any hesitation in his words.

"Then you think I'm disabled?" Wang Luan continued to smile and asked.

"No." Qi Chensheng lowered his head and kissed Wang Luan's forehead, still in such an incomparably cherished appearance, but left his sharp eyes on the giant tree shining with silver light not far away.

"Oh," the voice hidden in the silver laurel tree sneered, and said disdainfully, "You believe what he said?"

"I believe," Wang Luan's words were desperate and determined. He slowly took Qi Chensheng's hand that was covering his eyes, and looked at the giant tree firmly: "I will believe what he says."

The voice in the silver osmanthus tree did not resound, Qi Chensheng embraced Wang Luan, and stood under the tree with him, holding the slender gentleman's staff tightly in his hand, dormant and ready to turn into a sharp blade at any time, to force Wang Luan away from here .

But everything seemed to come to a halt because of Wang Luan's answer, and the sound came from the giant tree again after a long time.

"Idiot, since you have chosen this way, I, Yuecheng, am not chasing important people."

"Just don't regret it later."

After Wang Luan heard this, he felt a little relaxed in his heart, but Qi Chensheng still wrapped his body around him, tightened the hands they held, and said emphatically, "I won't let Brother Jiu regret it."

Wang Luan laughed, and there was another cold disdainful voice from the silver laurel tree: "In that case, I will leave now—"

After finishing speaking, the brilliance of the silver laurel tree dimmed, and the surrounding stars in the night seemed to be leaving.

But at this moment, Qi Chensheng's gentleman's stick suddenly fell to the ground, making a sound that cannot be ignored and pressing forward with every step: "Wait a minute."

"The junior has one more thing, I want to ask the noble gentleman from Yuecheng for advice."

"It's really courageous," the voice in the silver laurel tree was angry again, and the silvery branches became more dazzling, brewing the meaning of attack: "It's just a star supervisor, and I dare to ask me talk!"

However, Qi Chensheng turned a blind eye to his intimidation, hugged Wang Luan with one hand, tapped the gentleman's stick with the other, and said indifferently: "Of course I dare not ask your lord, the younger generation has also said it, just asking for advice, I think your lord will not So stingy."

He didn't care whether the voice in the giant tree answered or not, he just asked directly out of his temper: "You are a nobleman from Moon City, and you know everything about the mortal world like the back of your hand."

"The black-robed man colluded with his subordinates and created more than a hundred monsters in the past few years. I wonder if your lord knows about it?"

This is said to ask for advice, but the actual meaning is close to accusation.

After hearing the voice in the silver osmanthus tree, he suddenly laughed, and the jade leaves all over the branch trembled and made a sound.

"Kid from the Qi family, it's really funny for you to ask that."

"The demons in the mortal world are controlled by you and other stars, so what does it have to do with my Yuecheng? Besides—"

"The more demons you hold, the more powerful the Moon City will be. Why do you want to intervene?"

Qi Chensheng's remnant eyes became more resentful, but in the end he endured it. He didn't ask this question in order to quarrel with anyone, but he just wanted to know whether the lofty Yuecheng had contributed to this matter.

"What's more——" the voice in the silver laurel tree knew that he had finally won the game, and couldn't help but bring a bit of bad humor: "The person who made this happen is willing."

"It's okay for you, Qi Miao, if you have to stop me with many things..."

At this point, Wang Luan's heart moved, Qi Chensheng gripped the gentleman's stick in his hand more tightly, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting," the voice in the silver osmanthus tree suddenly drifted away, and the brilliance of the tree was gradually dimmed: "Let's guess for yourself, I never tell lies..."

Wang Luan was thinking, the voice in the silver laurel tree didn't even bother to lie to them, but if the sentence "willingly" was true, it still barely made sense, so why did Qi Miao want to stop it?

Wasn't he responsible for what happened to Yang Lingwen back then?

A new question appeared again, but now is not the time to solve it. With the departure of the voice, the giant tree and starry sky in front of him gradually disappeared.

Wang Luan felt that his body became light again, as if it would float away at any moment, he hurriedly took Qi Chensheng's arm: "Shen Sheng, I—"

"It's okay." Qi Chensheng hugged Wang Luan even tighter, reassuring the person in his arms, then kissed his eyes and said, "Ninth Brother, don't be afraid, just close your eyes."

"We're going back..."

Wang Luan was still a little apprehensive, but he believed Qi Chensheng's words, obediently closed his eyes and buried his face in the other's shoulder: "When you go back, Chen Sheng remembers to call me."

"Don't worry, Brother Nine, we'll be there soon." Although the soul has no smell, Qi Chensheng still sniffed Wang Luan's hair greedily. The long, fading curtain of stars --

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Wang Luan didn't know what Qi Chensheng did, he only felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, but he was always hugged by Qi Chensheng, shuttled between the violent vibrations of the world.

He seemed to hear the cry of the goshawk and the shattering of the star pendant, but the most clear thing was the heartbeat in Qi Chensheng's chest that made him obsessed.

Finally, when all the chaos and vibrations stopped, Qi Chensheng let him go, and whispered in his ear: "Ninth brother, wake up."

Wang Luan opened his eyes in Qi Chensheng's voice, and found that they had really returned to the underground of the Dasheng Theater. The man in black had already fled in the chaos, and the star array made of human eyes on the ground was also destroyed, replaced by , is the real star summoned by Qi Chensheng.

The first three stars are as bright as before, only the fourth star, which has not been set to hold a demon, is only filled with a faint brilliance, illuminating Wang Luan's body.

In fact, both Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng were prepared for such a result.As early as when he learned that Wang Luan was suffering from tuberculosis, Qi Chensheng decided to reserve the last star position in Jiankangsu for him.

It's just that they didn't expect that it would be like this today.

"Ninth brother, come on." Qi Chensheng loosened the arm around Wang Luan's waist, and stretched out his hand to him, hiding all the harshness, leaving only gentle nostalgia: "I'll take you there."

Wang Luan took a deep breath, even though he might not need to breathe now, then he solemnly put his hand on Qi Chensheng's and nodded, "Okay."

Following the steps of the two, the star array on the ground became brighter and brighter. Wang Luan followed Qi Chensheng like this, stepping on the starlight, and walked to his corpse.

"It's really ugly." Wang Luan didn't return to his body in a hurry, but lowered his eyes to look at it, and murmured to Qi Chensheng: "It will probably be troublesome to take care of it in the future, right?"

Qi Chensheng hugged Wang Luan from behind, suppressing the deep pain in his voice, but still comforting him: "It's not troublesome."

"This time Brother Jiu really can't leave me... I will be with you every day from now on. Wherever Brother Jiu wants to go, I will carry you there."

Wang Luan smiled lightly, he turned sideways and kissed Qi Chensheng's face actively, and then said softly: "Then, I'll go."

Qi Chensheng nodded, reluctantly let go of Wang Luan's hand, and then held the gentleman's staff again.

Under Qi Chensheng's gaze, Wang Luan walked towards his corpse. As he approached, the last star in Kangsu became brighter and brighter. The soft halo seemed to contain Qi Chensheng's love, covering him .

In this light, Wang Luan bent down, stroked his face full of scars, and then with a sigh, his figure dissipated in an instant, returning to the corpse on the ground in bits and pieces of light.

But all this is not over, Qi Chensheng's hand holding the gentleman's stick became more and more tense, Wang Luan was actually dead, and now that he was summoned back, although he could return to his body, he was actually holding a demon.

As a holding demon, he will evolve into a new form and possess new powers, and even Qi Chensheng can't be sure what it will be.

Wang Luan didn't think so much, at the moment he could only obey, dissipating and condensing in the starlight, he felt as if he had really returned to his body.

He could feel every wound on his body, but those wounds did not bring him pain, but seemed to be attracting him.

He tried to attach his consciousness to it, he didn't know why he did this, but he instinctively felt that it needed to be like this, it could be like this...

But at this moment, Qi Chensheng, who was standing outside the starlight, opened his eyes involuntarily. With the return of Wang Luan's soul, the originally terrifying wounds on his body were healing little by little.

At that moment, unspeakable ecstasy arose in his heart, Qi Chensheng let go of the gentleman's staff, and knelt down in front of Wang Luan, restraining himself not to touch, not to interrupt the transformation of his lover.

He didn't turn into a new demon-holding posture, but simply stayed in his original body, but he also possessed the ability to hold the demon, the power that can heal and restore—

In this way, for almost a long time, the wounds on Wang Luan's forehead and the side of his face were covered by the shattered light of the stars, the scabs healed, and even a smooth new skin was born again, without any trace of injury.And his shattered spine also returned to its original position, gathered together, and supported his back...

Finally, Wang Luan opened his eyes again, and the crimson ring between his fingers contained an unprecedented brilliance, just like his face, which was more beautiful and flawless than before.

Qi Chensheng cherished his precious possession, picked him up from the cold ground, and embraced his lost and recovered treasure in the light that never dissipated.

While he was waiting, Wang Luan opened his starry eyes, slowly evoked a smile that made the world pale, and said the first sentence of the new student.

"Shen Sheng, I'm back."