The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

The sound of bells ringing reverberated throughout the hall, and every sound was like a rushing tide, drowning and swallowing Qingming.

In every corner here, there is the smell of bergamot on Lianji's body.

Perhaps the blood flowing from Lianjise's body made the believers outside thirst for it, but he felt that the smell made him feel extremely suffocated and nauseated.

He couldn't tell whether the sound of the bell came from other disciples, or from the silver bell on Lianji Se's body.

Suddenly, the ringing became louder and faster, and Qingming began to feel extremely nervous. Every sense organ in his body trembled, shouting and exulting.

"Qingming, listen..."

"Moon Lotus has sensed the existence of you and me."

Qingming turned around and found that Lianji was standing behind him at some point...

Silent like a ghost.

Only then did he feel that Lianji's body was tightly attached to his back. It was clear that those pure pupils were not stained with dust, how noble and noble, but his hands, which were as soft as hot springs, caressed Touching every corner and every skin of Qingming's body, Qingming held onto his hand impatiently, unwilling to let him explore himself any further.

Qingming's clenched fingertips turned white, Qingming broke free from him fiercely, looking at Lianji with nervous and terrified eyes.

He can no longer be bewitched by him, no.

"Qingming, are you afraid of me?" Lianji stared into Qingming's pupils, his tone was raised, other than that, there was not much emotion on that dusty face, with no miscellaneous thoughts or thoughts.

But Qingming knows that Lianji is definitely not such a person. The world says he is the reincarnation of a god, but even if he is a god, Lianji is also an evil god who climbed up from the abyss and hell.

"I escaped from the temple without my permission. I will not blame the Holy Son. I will personally bring you back intact."

As he approached Qingming step by step, the sound of the bell became clearer and clearer. Different from the sound of those bells, the crisp sound was the sound of the divine bell in Lianji's body.

"It took me half a month to find you this time, but it made me underestimate my holy son of the Moon Lotus Temple."

There is no way behind but a cold wall, Qingming has nowhere to retreat.

"Since you want to escape, why not escape to a place where you can't find Qingming anywhere in this seat..."

"Why let me find you again and again."

Qingming's back pressed against the cold wall, Lianji violently turned him over, his face pressed against the cold wall, and the beautiful butterfly bones on his back looked like butterfly wings that had bloomed.

It's just that the pair of wings were torn apart and lost the ability and qualification to fly.

"Qingming seems to be different from before? What's different?"

I learned what I shouldn't learn, and I learned to resist him and dismiss him.

"What is Qingming thinking about?" A breathy voice rang in his ear, soft and gentle, Qingming turned his head to look at Lianji, who was close to Chi Chi, and these seven words turned into hot spells in turn. Keep all your sanity clear.

"Why..." There was a little crying in Qingming's words, but this pitiful appearance was not moved by Lianji's eyes, nor could it arouse even the slightest bit of pity in Lianji's eyes.

"This seat has already given Qingming a chance to choose. It was Qingming that you made the wrong choice."

Qingming couldn't resist, the scent upset him and made him feel extremely sick, he stretched out his hand to cover his nose, not wanting to become a puppet controlled by Lianji's color again.

"Since you make a wrong choice, you have to bear the consequences, Qingming, are you right?"

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

What did he do wrong, he didn't do anything wrong, everything was imposed on him by Lianji, and he was not allowed to refuse.

"I have missed it once." He kept humiliating Qingming, and his words never stopped, gradually uncovering Qingming's scars, including the cracks hidden deep in his heart.

This crack has never been mended, and as time goes by, it has never scabbed and left scars, but has become more and more bloody.

"Father didn't give Wei Se a chance to re-election."

Darkness is still dark, Qingming can only see the shadow of the moon through the window into the house, but before he remembers this moon in his heart, the scenery he sees in his mind and eyes turns into afterimages floating in the lake of his mind.

Qingming who was immersed in it was slightly taken aback, this was the first time Lianjise mentioned his own affairs to him, and Lianjise had never mentioned this to him in these years.

What did he mean by that, when did he let Qingming make his own choice?

Every time he said that he thought about him, asked his opinion, and did something that could not be rejected, Lianji wanted to make him submit and obey him spiritually.

"Qingming has been holding my hand just now, and it hurts a little."

Lianjise's consonant in the word tight pain gradually elongates, and the fragrance of bergamot penetrates into Qingming's nasal cavity and Qingming's mouth.

Accompanied by the magic sound piercing the brain, over and over again.

"But, why are you so afraid of me?" He gradually turned his fingers over Qingming's face, and those eyes met Qingming's eyes without any impurities, fascinated.

The consciousness belonging to Qingming was gradually trapped to death, and he lost himself again in the scent of bergamot wood on his body, giving away half of his life.

"Qingming's eyes are now filled with fear and fear."

Their distance is close, but their thoughts and wishes are not far away.

The inside of the hall where there were only two people was extremely dark, except for the ringing of bells all the time, there were also sighs from Lianji in the hall outside the hall.

But Qingming could see Lianji's luscious body and that outrageously beautiful face very clearly.

"Qingming let go of this seat, you are afraid of this seat, you are afraid of this seat, you are resisting this seat, Qingming, is this seat terrible?"

"Say it." He forcibly turned Qingming's face again, forcing him to look at his expressionless face again. "I want to hear it, so tell me."

But Lianji Se still had that aloof appearance, not being moved by any emotion, he is the supreme god, so gods should be ruthless.

He is occupying his heart, occupying his god, occupying his soul.

"What is Qingming afraid of?" He pressed on every step of the way, but his calm tone made Qingming suffocate.

Different from the past, Qingming never felt oppressed, as if he had done something wrong and was being judged by Lianji.

"Qingming has a smell that I hate." Lianji pulled the distance between them.

He turned himself into a bridge arched between the two banks of the river, unable to cross himself, he wanted to be redeemed, but unfortunately everything was just his wishful thinking, he himself could not cross himself.

He only heard Lianji say in a slightly cold and ruthless tone. "This seat comes to clean up Qingming."

He felt that he was like a piece of ice that was not cold but formed, or boiled crystal clear ginger candy. Now his body and even the depths of his soul were filled with the smell of bergamot, the color of lotus pole, and he would never escape again. not drop.

He loves him, loves him very much, since he knew what the word love is, he has loved him.

The bells rang one after another, and tears slid down one after another. He stretched out his hands to hug him, love and hate intertwined, endless.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

The bells jingle, like a gust of wind that destroys the city, sweeping through the destruction, razing it to the ground and then raising tall buildings.

"The god of the moon lotus is using its way to bless Qingming, bestowing upon him holy blessings."

The container chosen by the God of the Moon Lotus Temple will be the next master of the temple. The Holy Son is the most loyal believer of the God Lord. The Moon Lotus God will descend into the silver bell. If the moon lotus god in the god bell dies, the god master will die, and the same root will live together.

The blessing of God to the disciples of the gods is assumed by the Son of God, and it will continue for eternity and immortality.

Every time before and after being bestowed with blessings by him, Lianji looks like this.

Only Qingming is in a state of embarrassment, and Mingming is the most turbid soul under that layer of holy and noble skin, why Qingming always feels that she is the one who is the least suitable for him.

"Qingming, the blessing ceremony of the gods and disciples has begun. As the son of the Moon Lotus Temple, you have to fulfill your duties as the son of the saint. Be obedient."

Qingming's originally glorious expression became hollow, as if his soul had been taken away,

"Be obedient, during the fifteen days you left, the disciples need the blessing of the Moon Lotus God."

"Please let go"