Lanshan Snow

Pollution.

The invisible pollution, the pollution that only the young master himself knows, happened in his neural net, belonging to another person's spirit, sparing no effort, polluting... First, the branches of the spiritual net were lit by the wind and snow, and then the ice crystals flowed along the thin The long axon spins inward quickly until it penetrates the spiritual core, completing a thorough mark.

It is not enough to pollute and mark once, but to pollute and mark repeatedly.

He wanted the young master's thoughts to resonate with him just like his heartbeat.

Scary and aggressive.

From surface thinking, to deep subconscious, to the most hidden self-awareness.

The whole process was not uncomfortable, but it was not pleasant either, at least it was strange.The human spirit is invisible and qualityless, but it is so inconceivable that a light sarcasm can evoke long-lasting depression and unresolved hurt in the sea of ​​consciousness.Not to mention this, this appalling infestation.

It is deeper and more tortured than any red-hot copper pattern soldering iron.

It was like tiny electric fires, constantly exploding on the mental net, one after another, the currents jumped through the fibers of the branched axons.Every time he completes it, the young master has an illusion, the illusion that the name of the Thule wizard is burnt into his consciousness unit core once...

They evoke layer upon layer of shame.

"Zassia! Throw me the golden mantle over there!"

"Eight petals of gold, six circles, the order is wrong!"

"Nail the rope! Where is the nail rope?"

"..."

Qiu Bodeng tightened his grip on the gold chain hanging from the edge of his riding boots.

Inexplicably tense, inexplicably flustered, lest anyone would find out, find out this absurd thing in broad daylight... A young master from a family, in the noisy crowd, was captured by the Thule wizard, a remote and wild tribe. , the young male, so aggressively invaded.

God, obviously no one will know.

No one will find out.

But the sense of shame was stronger than ever.

All the books of sages and all the square characters on the books all floated up and lingered in his mind.

Shameless, self-indulgent, filthy, depraved and obscene... one after another, harsh words enough to make young men and women pale, hit the young master's shame, and all the moral dogmas he has accepted since birth are whipping him , admonish him, punish him.

It was different from any other time in the past. At least one bastard could be blamed for those previous violations of ethics.

But after the spiritual connection, any trace of real emotion during the infestation was captured by the Tule wizard—and kept them, adhering to the spiritual net.

Acquiescence, tension, irritation, shame, jerky...

And a trace of uncontrollable curiosity and joy.

The young master couldn't deny the words of Wizard Thule—he could indeed accept these, which would make a bunch of moralists change their faces if they were spread out.He didn't dislike them much, and even felt an equally morbid sense of security in this morbid enclosure.

"...I must be crazy." Qiu Bodeng pursed his lips, thinking.

The upbringing that came more than ten years ago, the conscience and the arrogance of the children of the family made him extremely uneasy. Sometimes his tongue pressed firmly against the roof of his mouth, and sometimes he pressed his teeth hard, as if to block out those strict and terrible moral rules. .

He was like a frightened child who stretched out his hand to steal the golden sugar, lest he be beaten by the ruler the next moment.

But he couldn't bear that sweetness.

Yes, sweetness.

It is rare for the young master to have such a strong sense of security, and he has no way to refuse this.

When the Thule wizard kissed his earlobe and whispered "I will deprive you of the right to be sad", when the Thule wizard really deprived him of the right to be sad, a rare sense of security overwhelming him and caged him .He was about to cry, but not because he was sad.

……it's not your fault.Sister He said; it's not your fault.The third uncle said; it's not your fault.Parents said...it was not his fault that he created that red kite, which caused the maple forest to be felled, and the old maple tree was cut into pieces, which caused the new type of red kite to trigger horrible bloody battles.

Everyone is taking care of and comforting carefully.

He had no choice but to hide his sadness carefully, and wandered around as if nothing had happened.

But, depressed, too depressed, so depressed that he almost escaped and left Dongzhou—everyone is full of love for you and protects you so carefully, and they dare not mention that matter. You seem happier and heartless every day, what else can you do?

Are you willing to let those eyes that care for you dim?Are you willing to let every hope of getting out of the haze come to nothing?

What else can you do other than make yourself better?

They love you.

Love love love love love... love is everything and love destroys everything.

I'm taking away your right to be sad, Arlan.Only the Thule wizard is calm and cruel.

The spiritual force belonging to another person breaks through self-cognition, chokes his thoughts, penetrates his neuron nucleus, erases his depression, and changes his emotions-this kind of thing will definitely make people feel angry. Fear, even if it comes from warmth, is extremely terrible to forcefully change a person's emotions.

It is almost an expression of loss of self.

but……

— was caught at last.

When the mind was invaded, only this thought floated up.

What followed was almost aggrieved happiness.The grievance and happiness of "Why did you appear?"

A morbid sense of security and happiness.

Isn't it a bit despicable, as if he is taking advantage of... Qiu Bodeng lowered his head, and unconsciously grabbed the gold chain on the side of the riding boots, his thin fingers passed through the gold rings, and his knuckles were worn out due to the force Get red.It was the gold rings that the Thule wizard handed over to him that day.

Jingle Jingle.

The golden rings collided with a crisp sound.

They were locked by the young master with trembling hands behind a table of a short table, and then ripped off by the young wizard... Half-forced and half-coaxed, the young master obediently stretched out his wrists, circled, circled, Wrapped around lonely wrists apart... Wrists pressed into felt, gold chains dangling across cheeks...

Arlan.

The low-pitched murmur of auditory hallucinations.

The lightning-like flow of fire jumped through the spiritual net again, and the heartbeat suddenly accelerated... This time it was no fault of the Thule wizard, it was his own feelings, and even the Thule wizard in the distance was slightly stunned.

"..."

The young master lowered his head desperately, for fear that others would see the watery eyes in his eyes.

what is the problem!

Sure enough, he was assimilated by some shameless guy, right? ! ! !

bastard bastard bastard bastard...

The young master who had seriously affirmed the sense of security given by the Thule wizard just now turned his face in a second, extremely embarrassed, and complained wildly in his mind.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

The sound of snow being trampled.

Wizard Thule came over and stopped in front of him, Qiu Bodeng refused to look up.

"Arlan," the Thule wizard called to him, bending down.

Qiu Bodeng ignored him.

In the morning, it can be said that the Tule wizard forcibly provoked him, so the emotion he felt, now he himself has no reason, suddenly... how to explain this? !

The young master was almost mad at himself.

Well, even if he is a little... No, even if he does need the Thule wizard to maintain a sense of security, it's not like that.It seemed like he was... like he was thinking about someone all the time.

A soft breath sound.

Qiu Bodeng: "..."

Laughed!

This guy is still laughing!

Hell mental perception!Hell mind capture!Invasion of the subconscious mind the hell!I must, must, must get this guy out of the mental trap——

The wizard captured the anger of the young master, and also captured the true emotions after the anger.A slight smile stayed in his silver eyes, a clear light.

He leaned closer to the young master's ear and lowered his voice: "But Arlan needs me."

"Even now, Arlan still needs me."

"I can go a little further, can't I, Arlan."

"..."

Young Master: ...

The young master didn't speak.

The young master picked up a wooden box inlaid with seashells from a Thule girl—a joint gift to congratulate him on his wedding with the Chief Witch, and tried his best to pat the Thule Wizard.

Shoot dead!

Wizard Thule lowered his head, his lonely and handsome face was illuminated by the skylight.

His lips are thin and light in color, so that they are extraordinarily cold.But at this moment, the lines that were always cold and silent suddenly became brighter, and in the extremely bright light of the snowy area, there was a sudden distinction.Briefly, no different than any lad who likes to tease his own Arlan.

——Hu Ge, who has just shared this virtue, has perfected this virtue.

With a smile on his face, the Thule wizard indulged his own Arlan to vent his anger.

Qiu Bodeng hit him a few times habitually, and suddenly found something strange around him.

It seems a little too quiet?

The hand holding the box hovered in mid-air.

Qiu Bodeng belatedly realized that he was not staying in the Eagle's Nest, nor in the Elephant House, but... He raised his head stiffly, and met a shocked face—the whole square of Thule The clansmen stopped, staring at him and the Thule wizard who bent over and allowed him to "domestic violence".

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Qiu Bodeng: "..."

Lord Shouwu turned his head sideways, and glanced at the stunned crowd.

Everyone immediately turned around reflexively, shouting: "Tashimu! Don't be lazy!" "It's nailing the rope! Where is the nailing rope!" , as if nothing happened-if the person carrying the nail rope is not looking for the nail rope, the person carrying the mammoth flag is looking for the mammoth flag.

Qiu Bodeng: "..."

The uncontrollable hotness rushed to his cheeks, he jumped up, covered his head with the pile of gifts he was carrying, put them in the arms of Wizard Tule, and ran to the top of the Holy Snow Mountain.

Many originally normal shouts abruptly "噗——" halfway through, under the cold gaze of Mr. Shouwu, they abruptly "嘎" went back.

Help.

Laughing is a technical job!They haven't practiced!

When Lord Shouwu was holding a bunch of brightly colored gifts and hurriedly chased after a certain extremely thin-skinned Arlan, the boys and girls in the whole square couldn't hold it anymore, and burst out laughing. .They really dare not laugh at Mr. Wu!

Unless you can't help it.

The laughter reached the young master's ears.

He stopped behind a wooden house and complained angrily: "It's all your fault!!!"

Wizard Thule put down the pile of burials, picked him up, and kissed him on his puffy cheek.Under his still angry stare, he touched his forehead affectionately, coaxing in a low voice: "Alan, do you want to visit the archery range? It's near here."

"I'll teach Arlan how to shoot."