Ex-husband insists on remarrying

"It's the puppy that's cool, but it's the owner that hurts"

1.

As long as Lan Heng can remember, all life has been following the rules, the surroundings are peaceful, kind to teachers and neighbors, and his practice is smooth, without waves or waves.

Just walking and asking, he always seemed to feel that his body was stiff, and there were heavy lines of traction on his hands and feet, leading him to walk forward calmly and calmly.

Not quite right, but it has to be.

Lan Heng couldn't figure it out, and didn't know if this strange feeling was an inherent defect, but he was open-minded and gentle by nature, so he didn't get entangled if he couldn't figure it out.He doesn't have any big ambitions in his heart, he just wants to be an ordinary monk in Sword Soul Mountain, with a fellow disciple who can advance and retreat together, a friend who can drink and talk happily, and a Taoist couple who can spend a lifetime together. An ordinary life is a good time.

Carrying such a plain vision to the weak crown, a sudden war hurricane swept away all his ideas and crushed his ordinary and dull daily life into powder.

Huai Jin, the head disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect who once amazed the world, willingly fell into the company of the demons. After becoming a demon, he led the demons into the human race, as if entering a land without people, blood and flames erupted wherever he went.As one of the three sects, Sword Soul Mountain was supposed to be the main force to resist the demons, but caused internal strife during the war.

Lan Heng never knew that behind the glamor of Sword Soul Mountain was a chaos full of five poisons.The resentment between the head master and the first elder, the love entanglement between the master ancestor and the third elder, and even the entanglement between the master's wife and a certain younger brother, blood was splattered.

At the time of panic, the demons revealed another secret in Sword Soul Mountain, which became the biggest cause of internal strife.

It was at that time that Lan Heng knew that he was Zhiyang Luding.

I also know that the pure furnace cauldron is an inexhaustible magic weapon that is not broken.

Soon, he saw strange eyes in the eyes of those classmates and friends around him.In their eyes, he seemed inhuman, a tool for people to use, not a living person who once practiced together to seek the Tao.

The collapse of the world and the collapse of people's hearts are probably like this.

What he has learned in half his life is the way of a gentleman in the cheat book of Sword Soul Mountain, but the world tells him that what he has learned is just talk on paper.

The morals of the world also told him that he was born extraordinary—it was extraordinary to go down the third stream.

There were only 27 days of infighting in Sword Soul Mountain, and he dared not close his eyes every night, for fear that if he closed his eyes, it would be hell when he opened them again.

Fortunately, even if the world collapses, there will always be strange people who do not change their minds. Among the 72 inner disciples, Senior Brother Bai Yu guarded his surroundings with a coffin face and a sword for 27 days.

After 27 days, the demons struck.

The demons who came were divided into two groups, one group was the master of slaughter, with Huai Jin as the king, and the other group was the master of plundering, mainly the masked devil in red.Lan Heng rushed out of Huai Jin's team under the cover of Bai Yu, but had nowhere to escape under the latter's siege.

The devil hadn't shown his true colors to others yet, but with his pair of clear eyes raised from the corners of his eyes, he stood out from the crowd of demons.

He bent his beautiful eyes full of smiles, pushed out one subordinate after another as a meat shield, and simply and rudely made Bai Yu fight to the point of exhaustion. Then, taking advantage of Bai Yu's flaws, he pulled the scarlet natal long knife from his back, and stabbed him with a single blow. Flying forward, he cut Lan Heng's neck precisely, fieryly, and fiercely.

——The knife traversed his neck, and also traversed his 300-year nightmare.

The devil hummed a little song and dragged him away, neither letting him die nor letting him live, like dragging a half-slaughtered domestic animal, leisurely preparing to drain his blood.

In this way, he was dragged to the realm of the demons, and thrown into the pet cave of the demons. The red-clothed demon lowered his head to look at him, as if he had only now seen how fatal his wound was.

While taking off the mask, the devil said to him in a distressed, confused, wronged and innocent tone: "Why are you so ruthless?"

Lan Heng was dying, so painful that he wanted to be reincarnated in place. With blurred vision, he saw the devil throwing off his mask, revealing a delicate and pale smiling face. Then the devil leaned down, held the back of his head, and kissed him on the neck .

The magic of healing surged in his suffocation, and the pain was taken away by a long kiss.

A kiss like no other, the end of the old way.

The devil raised his head, his lips were stained with his blood, and when he smiled, his face was like that of Odan.

"My name is Xiao Qianqiu."

"It doesn't matter what your name is."

"You just need to know that starting today, I am your master and you are my dog."

This is the first sight of a man and a demon.

2.

Xiao Qianqiu originally arranged for him to live in a luxurious kennel.The kennel was made of gold, so clean that not a speck of dust could be found. It was wide enough for an adult to lie on its side, but not high enough.Lan Heng couldn't stand up when he was locked inside, but could only sit or bend down.

Xiao Qianqiu smiled and put Lan Heng on the dog leash and said: "This kennel is very good, isn't it? I heard that there was an emperor in the world who made an oath to his first queen, named Jinwu Zangjiao. I like this very much." The love in the story, the last dog was named Gillian, it had fluffy and pure white fur, and it was so cute when it lay on the kennel and wagged its tail. Now I have also made a chain for you, and you have to be obedient Wag your tail in gold."

Back and forth, Lan Heng stayed in the kennel for two years.

One month after being locked in it, Xiao Qianqiu appeared in front of him wearing a bloodstained mask and holding a bloody knife, pulled open the gate made of gold, and pulled him excitedly by the dog chain come out.

"Puppy, I went to kill Danyizong with my brother today. It wasn't as clean as you slaughtered at Sword Soul Mountain. Danyizong is not easy to kill. I ran rampant with a knife and almost suffered a few times. Those monks didn't Like you waste, I was almost slaughtered by them." Xiao Qianqiu took off his mask and rode on him, ripped off his skirt, revealing the shocking fresh wound on his chest, but his expression did not show pain, his smile seemed to be welded to death on him. face mask.

"After all, my cultivation is not enough. My brother is the devil chosen by heaven, and I am a radish in the field. What about you, puppy? You have such an extraordinary background, how did you grow into such a boring temperament that is not surprised by honor or disgrace? Angry, angry Long ambition! Revenge!" He bent down and pressed on Lan Heng, pulled out the chain around his neck, and his suddenly elongated fangs were coldly attached to the scar.

The breath intertwined, Lan Heng felt that Xiao Qianqiu's eyes were like two will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, either burning him or himself to death.

"Puppy, you are a pure furnace, can you have some promise?" Xiao Qianqiu suddenly lay on his chest and laughed again, the blood from the wound on his body rubbed Lan Heng's half body, as if no one else was there to entertain himself, " Qianqiu, you are Yan Mo, your mother is the greatest king, your father is the bravest general, and your brother is the most outstanding soldier king, you must be as powerful as them."

He rambled on for a long time, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he fell asleep lying on his body.

Lan Heng couldn't sleep for a month, imagining a thousand situations when he saw the devil again, but he didn't expect the result of the thousand and one time.

The demon lying on his body was as cold as snow, not heavy, and his body was a bit slender than him, and he even looked like an empty hollow doll when he fell asleep peacefully.

Lan Heng fears him and hates him, but for some reason, fear, hatred and loathing seem to be two parallel lines, and he can't find the latter line.

Maybe...if he could find that disgusting thread, he could decisively strangle himself with it.

The night was too long, and he couldn't bear the dull pain of the wound and the shock of the collapse for several months, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep amid the even breathing of the devil.

There was no sun in the kennel, and he awoke to a gaze hotter than the sun.

He found that half of his clothes had been stripped off, and the devil was sitting lightly on his body, tilting his head and observing him contemplatively.

"..."

"Ah, I woke up. I was a little tired last night, and I fell asleep talking nonsense."

Xiao Qianqiu yawned with a light smile, and reached out to touch Lan Heng's tense side face.

He moved away stiffly.

Xiao Qianqiu lowered his head to look down at him, and said with a frivolous smile: "As a monk, if you are dragged into the cave of the demons, would you feel humiliated? Would you want to die?"

Don't call it "dog", call it "monk".

So Brother Lan replied——

"A gentleman does not speak lightly of life, and does not pay attention to death until he reaches the point of suffering."

Xiao Qianqiu was silent for a moment, his eyebrows frowned blankly, hooked the dog chain around Lan Heng's neck with his fingertips and smiled: "The dog's mouth can spit out ivory, but this is a gold nest, a gold dog nest, live here It is my dog ​​who laughs at Qianqiu, not a gentleman in the world."

Lan Heng's body that had softened just now became stiff again.

"I haven't talked to you about anything serious last night." The devil sat on him and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a whole body of horrifying old wounds, new wounds, old blood, and new blood, "I said my cultivation base is low, I was almost slaughtered, and when I was about to die, I remembered that I still hid a good dog, the best tonic. You are my Zhiyang furnace, and you can only be on top, but you are still my puppy, and you can only be on the bottom."

Xiao Qianqiu's fingertips touched Lan Heng's scar enough, and then meandered all the way down from the collarbone.He wears an innocent and calm smiling mask, and his red eyes are gradually stained with desire that is both true and false.

The clothes are stripped off, the devil's hair is neatly crowned, and the monk's long hair is scattered.Xiao Qianqiu grabbed Lan Heng's long hair with one hand, and the dog chain around his neck with the other, and the two scarred bodies pressed against each other.

It's like two failed broken swords looking for splicing together.

"Don't worry, I've read the book on Acacia Art. After listening to the experience of a good player, I will pick it up and make you cool. The worst is the same. The puppy is the one who feels the pain, and the owner is the one who hurts."

Deceiving.

... deceitful.

The author says:

(Raise my pot lid and run for three thousand miles)