After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

He hurried into the room, and saw a snow-white figure huddled beside the curtain of the bed, with a shy figure, his head drooping weakly, and two or three strands of black hair covering his forehead, making it difficult to see that thin face clearly.

This person can live to this day, all relying on the deep-rooted hatred in his heart to support him.

Su Wan concentrated for a moment, stood by the bead curtain for a while, and then called him: "Senior brother."

This voice suddenly pulled Xu Qingyi beside the bed curtain out of the chaos. After he regained consciousness, he tried his best to control his trembling body like a beast deliberately hiding his scars. He moved his head and looked at the person beside the bead curtain. His eyes were full of coldness, and his voice was cold: "Go away."

Not wanting to be seen in a state of distress and fragility, he erected the thorns all over his body and pierced the blood of those who approached him.

Su Wan's eyelids slightly pressed his dark eyes, stepped forward with a stride, forced him to lift his face with his hands, the tiger's mouth caught his jawbone, and said sarcastically: "The more you don't want to be seen by me with this sick and torn bone, The way you look, the more I have to appreciate it! Otherwise, when you die in two days, there will be nothing worthy of my pleasure."

"You are a bad thief, especially shameless!"

Xu Qingyi's canthus was completely cracked, blood was overflowing from the edge of the eye sockets, hatred stabbed out like a cold knife, and he almost pierced the person in front of him, his hands were like iron hooks tightly grasping his right wrist, ten skinny knuckles exerted all their strength.

Seeing that a large red mark was pinched on his left cheek, Su Wan shook her hand in time to break free from the restraint of his hands, her brows were drawn together in the middle, and her tone remained gloating: "Xu Qingyi, guess you will know it first?" Die from being corroded by cold poison, or starve to death first?"

He opened the curtain and walked outside: "Anyway, I'm going to die, it's just right to die, and I will be the leader of Nanhua Dao from now on!"

"wishful thinking!"

Xu Qingyi coughed violently a few times, causing a burst of tearing pain in his lungs. Whether this body is decaying or not, he knows very well in his heart, but why is he willing to die now? It's not easy to get to this point today, there is no reason to ruin the game!

This man's ugly face made his anger and hatred intertwined in his heart, and the memories of the past concatenated into a huge haze, entangled in his internal organs, and made his whole body almost torn apart: he was determined to ruin the villain's reputation and suffer Cast aside by the world, dogs will not eat after death, their souls will fall into the sea of ​​evil, and they will suffer from the dark and dark prison!

He supported the bed frame, stood up with difficulty, and dragged his weak body to move towards the rosewood boxer table outside the curtain. After letting go of the bed frame, it seemed that his legs were not strong enough to support the weight of his whole body. In a flash, the person bumped into the bead curtain, and the scattered beads fell to the ground.

The sound of beads falling to the ground was mixed with the sound of rolling. Without the anchorage of the rope, they were all like crazy children, each playfully crawled to the foot of the stool, table and cabinet, playing hide-and-seek.

The person who fell on the ground didn't have time to play with them. He supported half of his body with his hands, and then stood up tremblingly with the help of the chair by the table.

The dishes on the table were completely cold, he picked up the chopsticks indifferently, and sent the cold broiler to his mouth indifferently and numbly, as if he had lost his sense of taste, he couldn't taste it, only he knew, he Not eating, but desperately living.

Su Wan, who was leaning on the black lacquered and cloud-patterned elm book case, glanced at his back, and his eyes naturally fell on the scroll—there was nothing to do when he was trapped here, so he simply pulled out a scroll look.

As long as that guy is willing to live.

He secretly pursed his lips, and after reading for half an hour, he couldn't help but feel tired, so he fell asleep beside the desk.

Maybe it's because I slept once before, and I didn't feel sleepy when I woke up again. When I opened my eyes, I realized that the lamps and candles in the room were dimmed, and there was no one at the rosewood boxer table opposite.

Did the guy go to bed for a break?

Fearing that he was really dead, Su Wan put the scroll in his hand back on the desk, got up and walked to the carved huanghuali bed.

Relying on the flickering candlelight from time to time, it can be seen that the person on the bed curled himself up again, his face buried in the shadow, his breathing was rapid, mixed with low panting sounds.

He froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, instead of the cold feeling of the past, his hands were scalding hot instead.

"Don't... touch me," he pushed his hand away, he curled up his body even tighter, and stabilized his trembling voice, "Get out."

The cold in his body is too late, how can he feel hot all over?

Su Wan turned sideways and let the light of the candlelight reflect in, only to see a thin layer of sweat on his white forehead, sweat beads wet the hair tips, slipped down his cheeks, and gently rubbed against the reddened ears, Flowing into the graceful neck.

With a look of surprise in his brows, he turned his shoulders away, and when he met his eyes, he was dazed again. The eyes of the person lying in the brocade quilt seemed to be soaked in water, and the slender eyelashes were stained with mist. In the drizzle, lust rolled in it, and was suppressed by the remaining clarity. The two came and went like tides, washing away the reason that was gradually engulfed by chaos.

"Don't look!"

He turned his face away in a panic, bit his lips with his teeth to wake himself up, the bright red was dotted on the pale lips like rouge, removing the blood red at the base of his ears, making his skin more white as jade.

Su Wan understood a little bit in his heart, and looked down. The person he was holding was struggling in pain, trying to avoid his gaze, as if it was a ghost that would be wiped out when it saw the sun.

When was the drug given?

He glanced at the rosewood boxer table: it couldn't be in the meal, after all, he had eaten the meal himself, and there was nothing unusual about his body.

So, it was Hong Gui who drugged Xu Qingyi before he came, but what was the drug for?

He let go of the hand that was holding Xu Qingyi's shoulder, and saw him bit his lip so hard that his teeth sank into the flesh of his lip, and his body curled up into a bow shape to hide his unbearable embarrassment.

The patterns on the bed frame were faintly shining with strange light, Su Wan was attracted, leaned over his head and touched it with his hands, and could tell that it was a carved flower of Manzhushahua. The brighter the light.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the door. There was also a manju sahua carving in the middle of the door frame. Unlike the side of the bed frame, it was not shining at the moment.

Could it be that the mystery that Shen Yan said has something to do with this carving?

This carving doesn't look like a serious thing, it looks like it absorbs desires and flourishes, then this red ghost is not a ghost of marriage and marriage at all, it is obviously a ghost of desire to cultivate through people's desires!

He glanced at Xu Qingyi, who restrained his lust. The beauty was lying on his side, and his clothes were torn apart by the heartburning Nan`feng's desire, revealing his slender porcelain white neck, and his jet-black hair was entangled in the white porcelain white. A hooked picture in general.

Don't this desire ghost think that the two of them will have an upside-down game tonight, so that it can practice?But thinking about it, Xu Qingyi came as a person in his painting, so it's normal for that silly ghost to think so.

He sat on the bed, squeezed Xu Qingyi's chin slightly with his index finger and thumb, and after forcing him to let go, he could see a row of bloody teeth marks left on his lips.

He looked at him, watching his consciousness gradually sinking and suppressing desperately, the pain growing in his beautiful face, trying to turn him into extreme joy.

"nothing,"

He stretched out his hands to stroke the wet hair on his sideburns, supported the back of his neck and let him lean on the bed frame, and rubbed his thin back with his palms, as if comforting a ferocious wild cat with its black eyes Tong Tong stared straight at him, "Seven emotions and six desires are normal in the world, don't be afraid of them like a beast."

The lips of the person in front of him trembled slightly, his eyes lost his focus for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end only the sound of rapid breathing remained.

"Have you never blasphemed yourself?"

He grabbed his hand, his eyes darkened, and his eyes fell on the two manjusawa carvings, "It's okay, I'll teach you."

The warm fragrance in the tent is overflowing, lingering and charming.

While the carved flowers on the side of the bed frame burst into light, vines made of light slowly grew on the surrounding beams. The vines stretched along the beams and gradually converged on the woodcarved manjusawa flower in the middle of the door frame.

"Sure enough."

Su Wan's eyes were as dark as the sea, and he felt the trembling of the sleeping person in his arms. His fingers slowly passed through the satin-like blue hair of the beauty leaning on his shoulders, and brushed it all the way to the end of her hair. With a muffled laugh, "Thank you, brother."

The candles burned all night and did not burn out, but the wax tears piled up into auspicious clouds and rockery, which is very interesting.

It's just that it can't tell day from night, and it doesn't know if time is reversed.

Su Wan was bored looking at the paintings hanging on the golden nanmu easel, glanced sideways at the spirit deed in his palm, and then closed his palms tightly.

The door in the room still couldn't be opened, after all, the vines only knotted through that night, and they retreated before the carving in the middle of the door frame glowed.

I can borrow the east wind, how can I borrow the east wind every day, besides...

He glanced at the black lacquered and cloud-patterned elm book desk, where someone was sitting under the shadow of a red plum lampshade, brushing and writing, silent as a mute, only the sound of writing was heard.

This guy has been like this since he woke up. After seeing him, he didn't say a word, his face was covered with ice that could not be dissolved for thousands of years, and he just sat there and copied the Heart Sutra over and over again.

Self-blasphemy is a violation of which door rule?

Su Wan thought about it carefully for a while, and before finishing the first few rules of etiquette, he heard the cough that tore his heart and lungs.

He leaned over to Xu Qingyi's side, and saw that his hand holding the pen couldn't help shaking, and the handwriting of the vigorous dragon on the paper became illegible. Draw and write the words "Pure Heart Mantra" on the paper.

Daoyun: The sea of ​​evil is vast, and the chief evil is nothing but □□; in the world of troubles, the only easy offender is adultery.

Desire for a lifetime made Xu Qingyi sink in the sea of ​​suffering, unable to break free, and even loathed this body, wishing to burn it to destruction.

He condemned himself and punished himself with punishment, but no matter how many times he copied the Heart Sutra, the memory of that night still lingered in his mind, making him feel ashamed and guilty, and collapsed so much that he trapped himself in a moral cage .

Holding a pen and copying the Heart Sutra, countless hours passed, and his wrists were painful and swollen, his knuckles were stiff, and the cold air in his dantian overflowed again, but the heart-wrenching cold pain made him realize that that kind of self-loathing can be temporarily relieved. Relieve.

It's this body that's disgusting and dirty.

He stared at his hands in bewilderment, the Lingfu was suddenly hit by the cold air, coughed twice, the blood from his mouth sprayed on the paper, and the hand that was placed on the paper was also stained red.

It's dirty and should be discarded.

He was full of thoughts about separating the soul from the body, he raised the pen uncontrollably, and slammed it into the back of his left hand!

Before the bloody picture had time to unfold in front of his eyes, someone had already held his right hand, and a pair of deep eyes looked into his empty eye sockets, "Let me copy it."

Su Wan knew that this person, like Mo Qiuzhe's soul, was broken into pieces and needed to be picked up and put together, otherwise it would be incomplete and hurt others and himself.

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