The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Qi Chensheng stood in the center of the weaving workshop, his dark gray eyes were half closed, and the gentleman's stick in his hand silently tapped the ground lightly.

Next to his ears, there was the noisy sound of looms, and countless silk cloths were hanging down from the high beams, reflecting the silhouettes of women.

They were busy, laughing lightly, layer upon layer, layer after layer, as if they were about to pass by Qi Chensheng's shoulder.

But Qi Chensheng was unmoved. As early as the moment Yao Jihui took out the things in his sleeve, he, like Wang Luan, sensed the breath of the demon canary.So he even took three points intentionally, and didn't resist the coercion of the illusion.

He knew very well that if he wanted to completely remove the demon from Wang Luan's body, he had to find the complete canary.

But now, Qi Chensheng looked at the scene in front of him coldly. He could ignore other people's innocuous schemes, but he couldn't stand them taking Wang Luan out of his sight.

As if there was a wind blowing, the silk hanging down in the weaving workshop fluctuated and fluttered, and the phantoms reflected on it also swayed, and even the originally soft laughter seemed to be fluctuating, sometimes high and sometimes high Low, surrounded by people, as if surrounded by countless ghosts.

"Boring." But in Qi Chensheng's eyes, it was just the worst trick. He snorted coldly, and the gentleman's stick in his hand fell to the ground suddenly. And fly, the sound of long howling seems to have cut all the cloth.

The black shadows behind were shocked by it, and the laughter instantly turned into pleadings of fear, one after another.But how could Qi Chensheng pay attention to these things, he closed his eyes, let the goshawk explore the layers of falling cloth, and kept rubbing the gentleman's staff in his hand, just for that tiny feeling——

I found it, Brother Nine

Qi Chensheng's gray disabled eyes suddenly opened, and the ghost crying voice in his ears was no longer pleasing to the ear. He shot without warning, and at that moment, the slender gentleman's staff seemed to turn into an invincible sharp blade, and the hundred and ten sticks were suddenly dropped. of all split.

Broken fabrics fell one after another, but they were suddenly dyed yellow in mid-air, turning into pieces of sycamore leaves in autumn, as if they would never end.

The scene in front of me was distorted, and a new illusion was condensed again. The sycamore trees pulled out their branches almost instantly, and grew into towering trees.

And just behind the staggered tree trunks, among the falling leaves, Qi Chensheng stared at him, and what caught his eyes was the mansion that he would never forget in his life——

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Wang Luan didn't know how long he had been lying on the floor covered with velvet.

The autumn sunlight shines through the window, reflecting on Ruyu's face, and falls on the side of his body five years ago, among the black and long hair.

Wang Luan didn't know whether he should be lucky, at least at the moment his consciousness is still clear, but his body is completely out of control, he can only be like a marionette manipulated by someone, holding a transparent glass goblet, pouring dark red wine The liquid was sent into the mouth, along his fair neck, and flowed into the skirt of his clothes.

At this moment, Wang Luan heard the door being gently pushed open, and he turned around involuntarily, but what he saw was Qi Chensheng, who was clinging to the gentleman's stick, stepping on the golden light scattered on the floor, towards him. step by step.

"No, don't come over—"

"Shen Sheng, don't come over—"

Wang Luan shouted desperately from the bottom of his heart, his eyes were mournful and anxious, but his body was like drunk, lying softly on the white ermine blanket, and said softly: "Shen Sheng, you are back."

Everything seemed real, back to that afternoon five years ago.Qi Chensheng had been busy all day because of the sudden accident at the shop in Qincheng, and it was not until evening that he arrived at the Qi's house in the suburbs.

Qi Chensheng was not unaware of Wang Luan's strangeness, but he still walked up to Wang Luan's side as before, and then took his soft and warm body into his arms: "Ninth brother, you are drunk."

Wang Luan still couldn't control himself, not only that, he even felt a scorching breath spreading from somewhere, as if flowing to every part of his body along with his blood.

so hot... so uncomfortable...

Especially those places where he touched Qi Chensheng instantly felt an unspeakable longing. He tossed and turned in Qi Chensheng's arms, and kissed Qi Chensheng's chin with his wet lips soaked in red wine. .

"Shen Sheng..."

"Ninth Brother," Qi Chensheng clasped Wang Luan's body tightly, his eyes darkened instantly, he could naturally feel the increasingly hot temperature of the person in his arms, and the constant desire to linger: "Ninth brother, don't move."

Wang Luan's consciousness was sinking into a sea of ​​love that he couldn't escape. He tried his best to stay awake, but he couldn't resist his body's instinct at all.

He stretched out his smooth arms to wrap around Qi Chensheng's neck, and the pearl buttons on the skirt fell off instantly, revealing a large piece of scorching|hot skin.

"Shen Sheng, I feel so uncomfortable..."

"Shen Sheng, don't you want me?"

"Hurry up, hurry up..."

Qi Chensheng's arms around his waist tightened tighter and tighter, Wang Luan's flaming face was reflected in his gray remnant eyes, but he restrained himself, just wrapped his arms around the person in his arms, and couldn't help kissing his scorching forehead.

But how can this comfort be enough? Wang Luan only felt that his whole body was getting hotter and hotter, as if he was really going to burn up, and even his remaining consciousness was going to be burned up, and he couldn't even tell whether he was being controlled or whether he was being controlled. It's just out of instinct, I only know to keep clinging to Qi Chensheng's body, asking for more love and affection from him.

"Why...why wouldn't Shen Sheng help me?" It was so sad, the emptiness brought about by not being able to satisfy the longing almost made Wang Luan cry, and his hand slipped into Qi Chensheng's collar impatiently , softly tore it apart, and then pressed his face against the same hot chest.

He heard Qi Chensheng's heartbeat, so powerful and so clear, it beat extremely fast because of his touch.

"Just stab him in the heart—"

Wang Mingsheng's voice, whispering like an evil ghost, began to echo in his ears, and Wang Luan's hand involuntarily pressed against Qi Chensheng's heart.

"Poke his heart—"

"His heart—"

No...can't do this...Wang Luan's consciousness struggled, and suddenly he regained his sobriety for a moment, but his body was still being manipulated. a sharp knife.

But Qi Chensheng didn't notice this, he was still restrained, soothing Wang Luan's burning desire.

Don't...don't... Wang Luan opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't do anything, he couldn't remind Qi Chensheng, and he couldn't stop——the tip of the knife in his hand slowly reached Qi Chensheng's heart.

Just one more force, that beating heart will be pierced by him!

"Brother Nine." Qi Chensheng's hoarse voice due to patience suddenly rang in his ears. Wang Luan's thoughts were chaotic and heavy. He could only feel that he was still kissing his forehead, and then held him tightly. hand with knife.

"Does Brother Jiu want to kill me?"

Tears overflowed from Wang Luan's eyes in an instant, how could he think...

But his body was leaning on Qi Chensheng's chest, and under Qi Chensheng's gaze, he nodded: "Yes, I want to kill you..."

"Shen Sheng, give me your life, okay?"

He was clearly crying, but with a beautiful smile on his face, he just looked at Qi Chensheng expectantly, as if he was just asking for an ordinary gift from him.

Qi Chensheng looked down at Wang Luan in his arms, then slowly lowered his head to kiss and lick his tears.

He still held Wang Luanzang's hand, and did not let go, but continued to press against his heart.

"Does Brother Jiu really want it?"

Wang Luan's tears kept pouring out, he didn't want to!How could he want his life!But no matter how consciously he struggled, how desperately he wanted to shake his head.But his body was wrapped around Qi Chensheng's neck, leaning against his ear, and said with a light smile: "Yes, I really want it."

Qi Chensheng held Wang Luan's hand, and began to loosen it slowly - in Wang Luan's silent cry and silent tears, he still let go.

The sharp knife pointed straight at Qi Chensheng's chest again, and it only needed one force to pierce through it.

Wang Mingsheng's ghostly voice was still echoing, but it was covered by Qi Chensheng's sighs that were close at hand.

"If Brother Nine wants it, then I'll give it to you."

Blood flowed from the tip of the knife, and Wang Luan's body began to tremble uncontrollably. More and more blood dripped on the bodies of the two who were entwined and embracing each other, staining their clothes red.

Regardless of the fact that the knife would penetrate deeper, Qi Chensheng tightly held Wang Luan into his arms again, and then kissed his lips deeply without any explanation.

Wang Luan was still trembling, but that resolute kiss seemed to shatter something that was already full of cracks in an instant, leaving only a dizzying white light in his consciousness.

He couldn't feel anything anymore, no blood or sharp blades, as if they could prove that he still existed, only Qi Chensheng's lingering kiss was left, pulling all his mind into sinking.

"Snapped--"

The blood-stained knife suddenly fell to the sides of the two of them, and the puppet who couldn't help it suffered bone-deep pain, and the control thread was finally torn off in despair and blood.