Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

Zhong Ying brought a round stool over and sat down in front of Mr. Shuying. From this angle, he could see all the scenes in the room.

Jun Shuying sat on his knees, tugged at the collar, and the robe was loosely draped over his shoulders. There were three bloodstains on his shoulders, and the wound was covered with black mist, which was particularly dazzling against the pale complexion.

Opening the lid of the jade bottle, two slender fingers crushed the elixir into powder and spread it carelessly on the wound.

The reason for the slow healing of the bloodstains was mainly the stubborn Yin and evil Qi. At this time, the elixir came into play and slowly ate away the black gas.

Zhong Ying tilted his head on his shoulders and asked, "Is your task goal as difficult as it is now?"

"Not much difference."

Zhong Ying pointed to the wound: "Often injured?"

Mr. Shuying raised his head slightly, and through the curtain, a cold gaze fell on Zhong Ying, and he replied indifferently: "There are very few injuries now."

Zhong Ying: "..."

Today's Shuying Jun can naturally deal with those targets easily, even if he is accidentally injured, to him, it is just some flesh and blood wounds, but how does a ten-year-old boy kill those difficult targets?

Even real monsters don't have sharp enough claws in their infancy.

When Zhong Ying was ten years old, he faced the Qi family's hypocrisy and oppression, and vented his anger on his peers.

And Mr. Shuying?

How does a ten-year-old child hold a Tang Dao that is almost as tall as himself, in the dangerous situation of narrow escape, hold up his body covered with bruises and dying, and fiercely behead the target?

Just thinking about it for a while made Zhong Ying frowned, feeling uneasy for a while.

He has always known that Emperor Chongming taught Jun Buyi harshly and cruelly, but he didn't want Emperor Chongming to be so... cruel to his other children.

He also thought that the other princes and princesses of the Chongming Kingdom were spoiled unscrupulously like Jun Jiusi.Just like Jun Jing'an, with the power of the Chongming Kingdom, living comfortably and freely...

Thinking of this, Zhong Ying remembered what he had seen and heard in Chongming Kingdom.

The cold Prince's Hall, the crazy Mrs. Jinghong, the old stories that Xiaohou talked about, and the injuries that appeared on Jun Buyi's body from time to time.

As the prince of Chidan, Jun Buyi has been honed behind his back, I am afraid that it is not much better than that of Shuying Lord.After all, Emperor Chongming cultivated Jun Buyi at all costs in order to kill the god.

Zhong Ying's face under the mask gradually became extremely ugly, and he could only lower his head and droop his thick and dense eyelashes to conceal the terrifying murderous intent in his pupils.

"Help me with the medicine." A hoarse voice came.

Zhong Ying didn't hear clearly for a while, until Jun Shuying repeated it again, and then he responded very softly.

There are also three bloodstains on Shuying Jun's back, which are not deep, but the same sinister aura is permeating between the skin and flesh. Zhong Ying held the jade bottle tightly, and absently smeared the wound with elixir powder, and accidentally punctured it. Scars, blood spilled, beads of blood on fingertips.

Peach blossom eyes widened slightly, Zhong Ying subconsciously apologized, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Unexpectedly, Jun Shuying replied sullenly: "It hurts..."

"..."

Zhong Ying blew on the wound with a guilty conscience, and said in a coaxing tone: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, just blow it and it won't hurt anymore."

After saying that, he pinched a dead tree to stop the bleeding, then pulled back his robe and left the bed: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Jun Shuying flicked her long messy hair behind her ears: "Where are you going?"

"Didn't you say that I can deal with the empty room? I plan to clean it up and live in it tonight."

Zhong Ying felt that he couldn't just sit on the threshold and watch the door all the time, right?

With a slight pause in his fingers, Mr. Shuying said lightly: "Tonight?"

"Well, that's right."

Walking to the door, Zhong Ying pushed open a line of doors, and the wind and snow squeezed in through the thin cracks. When he was about to lift his legs to leave, the door and window in front of him closed with a "snap".

Zhong Ying raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked back: "What's wrong?"

"come over!"

When Zhong Ying faced Mr. Shuying, his temper was a bit better than usual, especially since he had just guessed his past from the few words of Mr. Shuying. Stepping up to Jun Shuying, his tone actually contained a bit of concern: "Is the pill not working?"

Before the words were finished, Mr. Shuying flicked his sleeves, the candle under the lampshade went out instantly, and the room fell into darkness.

Zhong Ying's wrist was held by a cold hand, and it was pulled aside, pulling Zhong Ying back to the bed.

With a pair of Wujin pupils open, Zhong Ying blinked, a little confused.

The next moment, Jun Shuying leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Close your eyes."

After saying that, pale fingers picked off the curtain.

Zhong Ying encountered this situation once, and the reason why the two have lived in peace so far is that they do not disturb each other, Zhong Ying does not explore the true face of Shuying Jun, and Shuying Jun does not take off Zhong Ying's mask.

Therefore, Zhong Ying closed his eyes.Before closing her eyelids, Mr. Shuying had lifted half of the black veil, revealing a pale and slender neck and a delicately curved jaw.

Inexplicably, Zhong Ying's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't know what Jun Shuying was going to do. While he was meditating, the curtain was thrown aside, his cool fingers fell on his face, and his fingertips stroked the skin at the corner of his lips.

Zhong Ying's voice became cold: "You..."

The thin, soft cloth covered the eyes, and the fingers holding the ribbon slid across his ears, inadvertently raising a strand of long hair, which was tied in a knot at the back of his head.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, his senses were more sensitive than usual, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Only then did Zhong Ying understand that Jun Shuying pulled himself over to cover his eyes, and tilted his head, Zhong Ying said rather uncomfortably: "I can just tie it myself, Jun Shaoshu, what's the matter with you?" ?”

"Don't move out."

This is not allowed to sleep in his room?

A little "succubus" only fit to be a gatekeeper?

Zhong Ying rarely remembered his current "identity", and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Okay, I understand, I will continue to watch the head office."

Anyway, within a few days they owed each other nothing.

An arm passed through his waist and abdomen, propped on the quilt, Shuying Jun's voice was close at hand: "You seem to have forgotten your identity, I didn't buy you to guard the door."

He whispered in Zhong Ying's ear: "You are the man I bought."

Emphasis: "You are mine!"

In the last four words, the voice suddenly faded from the deep and hoarse, elegant as a string, like a handful of cool ice and snow on the top of a mountain, extremely clear and pure, but with the obstinacy that is inevitable.

Zhong Ying was extremely astonished, and was stunned by the first sentence.

He never thought that Lord Shuying would say such a thing.

Even if Shuying-jun bought the "succubus" who is a male favourite, even if Zhong Ying has not been in contact with Shuying-jun for a long time, he still subconsciously feels that Shuying-jun should be like Jun's surprise.

Cool, calm, and dust-free, standing on the altar is beyond reach.

Even if you're in love, you still hold your sweetheart in your palm with restraint and cherishment, as long as you tease her a little, your ears will turn red...

Therefore, Zhong Ying never thought that Lord Shuying was actually a broken sleeve!He has never been associated with "lust".

Pooh!He's not a pervert, and he doesn't have any dirty thoughts, how could he be thinking about it!

The waist was pinched, one hand pressed down on the shoulder, and Zhong Ying fell into the quilt, with a slightly cool body on top of him, and the hair that belonged to others hung down on the neck, slightly numb.

When he was in a daze, the soft and familiar kiss fell, which was enough to make people addicted.

The curtain was half down, fluctuating like water ripples with the entanglement of the limp person.

The next moment, there was a loud "bang", and the entire bed collapsed.

Zhong Ying, who slapped the bed down with a slap, became anxious, his murderous aura leaked out, and he punched him.Although the ribbon covered his eyes, it did not prevent Zhong Ying from beating people into dog heads.

Mr. Shuying tilted his head, and the objects beside him turned into powder under his fist.

Zhong Ying stared at him closely, intending to say some harsh words, finally gritted his teeth, said nothing, slammed the door and left without looking back.

Jun Shuying slowly stood up and pulled up the skirt of his clothes.Under the slightly messy forehead hair is a pair of cold phoenix eyes, and there is a cinnabar mole at the end of each slightly hooked eye, adding a bit of coquettishness.

Covering half of his face with the back of his hand, he pursed his lips, and there was still a bit of a little bastard's breath on his lips...

As soon as Zhong Ying went out, the biting cold wind blew outside, his messy mind instantly became clearer, flames rose from the tip of his heart, Zhong Ying tore up the covering ribbon, and wanted to go back and fight hard.

What is this?

He is a big man, yet he was treated lightly? !

The person who belittled him happened to be Jun Shaoshu, his benefactor.

Thinking of this, Zhong Ying kicked over the round stool beside him, kicked his feet and landed on the bone-bird stone sculpture at the prow, crossed his arms around his chest and blowing cold wind, trying to blow all the heat away from his body.

The heat gradually dissipated, and when his hands and feet were as cold as ice, Zhong Ying finally calmed down.

He suddenly realized that apart from being frivolously angry and resisting being unwilling to get close to anyone other than Jun Buyi, he had no other discomfort.

I won't feel disgusted, let alone feel sick and want to vomit...

In order to clarify his feelings, he had tried with Meng Changfang, Bai Li and others, not to mention kissing, even getting too close made him feel sick.

However, he doesn't know Shuying Jun.

Zhong Ying touched his heart, and he could clearly feel his own heartbeat through the skin.In his heart, only Jun Buyi left traces.

Although Zhong Ying slipped away after sleeping, he was sure that he was not a half-hearted person, otherwise he would not have been alone for hundreds of years in his last life.

So... why?

Doubts were buried in his heart, Zhong Ying couldn't figure it out, he suspected that he had missed something carelessly...

The spirit boat crossed the snow mountain, and the front suddenly opened up, and a vast flat land appeared. Five or six small cities were built on the flat land, which was close to the Black Snake Mountain Range where the Xuanlong lineage was located.

The sound of light footsteps came from behind, Mr. Shuying supported the railing, and asked flatly, "Why don't you want to?"

Zhong Ying didn't want to do anything now, and gave him a blank look: "I have a sweetheart."

Jun Shuying was silent for a long time, but his voice was sarcasm: "The demons will also have sweethearts? Will they also keep chastity for others?"

Zhong Ying sneered: "I don't care what other demons do, but I don't care about what I want to do."

"You are not a male favourite." Jun Shuying was sure.

Zhong Ying: "..." He began to examine whether those few words just now revealed his truth.

Fortunately, Mr. Shuying didn't intend to pursue it, but just asked: "The sweetheart you mentioned, but the one who gave you the mask?"

Zhong Ying looked back, his peach blossom eyes sparkled, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he said with a smile: "Yes."

Touching the jade-colored mask with his fingers cherishingly, he added: "My sweetheart."

Mr. Shuying: "..."