The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

Murong Qi didn't answer Jun Tianyao's question, and Jun Tianyao finally kept the question in his heart and didn't say it again. The tacit understanding between the two of them on this matter was a bit hurtful.

But, it had to be like this, Jun Tianyao didn't understand those harassing love affairs, and he didn't understand who Murong Qi's feelings were projected on, but when he wanted to say, let's separate those three While writing, he knew how much his heart was hurting, it hurt so much that he wanted to suffocate, it hurt so much that he wanted to die.

He just, likes a person very much, just doesn't want to let go.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window. I sleep until I wake up naturally. Although there are only two people in this valley, it is quite lonely, but they are also relaxed. There is a bowl of rich and mellow fresh fish soup on the table. The soup is boiled in vain. A few wild seasonings outline the seasoning, and the fishy smell is completely covered.

Taste slowly with small mouthfuls, the corners of the lips are bright, and the eyes are squinted, with the comfort of a cat stealing fish. Someone’s cooking skills are really improving by leaps and bounds. When you are free, you must urge someone to cook again. Thinking of other recipes that can be fiddled with, Jun Tianyao has no shame in turning Murong away.

"Being able to be ordered by me is an honor that no one else can imagine!"

These were Jun Tianyao's exact words to Murong Qi, and the other party naturally accepted it with a smile without any objection, and smiled sincerely.

After Jun Tianyao tasted Murong Qi's love for him, he put the bowl in the sink next to the stove, and he completed the task.

Looking up, seeing that the weather outside was good, Jun Tianyao dragged out the wicker chair woven for him by the man from behind the door in a brighter mood, and put it in a sunny place, then Shi Shiran sat on it, relaxing the muscles on his back Well, this kind of semi-recumbent style chaise longue was made by a man with his own hands after several difficulties. It is simple and simple, but it also has a wild taste.

Sometimes the winter sun is extraordinarily bright and warm. Jun Tianyao closed his eyes slightly, feeling drowsy. The hidden memories in his mind began to emerge again. The picture of love is no longer the picture of the man hurting the man in the past, but the scene of him wearing some strange clothes and playing with another man.

Jun Tianyao's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, he couldn't break free, like a soul, watching "I" changed for another man, watching "I wash my hands and make soup for another man, watching two people Cuddling, kissing, touching, removing clothes.

"do not want!"

A stabbing pain came from the top of his head, and Jun Tianyao opened his eyes in a trance, with redness in his eyes that had not faded. It was not sadness, but anger, extreme anger, how could 'he', how could he be with another person? Do those intimate things together alone?

Gently brushing his fingers over his head that was just pricked by needles, Jun Tianyao sneered, he is 'Jun Tianyao', but he also belongs to Murong Qi's Junjun, Murong Qi is his now, and he will never allow another' Wake up by yourself, fight for all the warmth that belongs to him, the care that belongs to him, and the man that belongs to him!

"You want to wake up, you want to drive me away? Delusion!"

Smiling coldly, Murong Qi brushed the hair that was hanging down to his chest behind his ears, the wind seemed to be a bit strong.

"Well!"

A low, muffled groan seemed to be suppressed in the throat, like a wounded beast, shrill, but also with some unquestionable domineering: "Go away, he is mine, you don't deserve it!"

You are not worthy of three words, like a heavy voice, spit out from the gorgeous lips, depressed, gloomy, it seems to be Jun Tianyao's warning to the other self hidden in the body, more like the roar of the proud "self" in the body , Yes, roaring, looking down on him, since he voluntarily sacrificed himself a few days ago, Jun Tianyao realized that his lost memory was not just a memory, but there was also hidden in it a secret that wanted to devour him all the time. My 'self', that 'self' also longs for completeness, longing for a man who is fascinated by him, but that 'self' dare not admit it.

The head hurt more and more, not only like a needle prick, but also like a sharp awl piercing through the skin from the inside out.

"Crack!"

Ten fingers connected to each other, and the sound of snapping nails was harsh. Jun Tianyao's eyes, which had been clouded just now, regained their sharpness, like sharp arrows. He stood up and walked towards the house. He has no intention of basking in the sun and admiring the snowflakes for the time being.

——Under the thin layer of ice, a light-colored figure floated like a swimming fish, with black water grass-like hair spreading out layers of soft waves, a slender and fit figure, flexible and graceful movements, separated by a layer of mist , looking vaguely, unexpectedly with some magic charm.

Gently exhaling a bit of turbid air, Murong Qi deliberately began to train his water skills after drowning and almost died last time. Jun Tianyao was worried at first, and wanted to follow, so he lied to the other party that he was here for fishing It wasn't going into the water to catch fish that kept him from moving out. The family's food for the past few days has changed from wild animals to aquatic fish. Maybe it's because they nest under the water to grow fat in winter, and the fish caught are more than before. The fish eaten was fat.

With a splash, Murongqi jumped out of the water holding a lively fish in both hands. Fortunately, Jun Tianyao is also quite fond of fish, otherwise, he would really have to worry about these guys who come to the door automatically.

Wipe off the water droplets on his cheeks, and use his power to evaporate the water marks on his body. Murong abandoned the smile on his lips, which was a little weird. He tried to use the cold heart formula when he was united with Jun Tianyao. It was really useful, not only The coldness in his body is getting more and more controlled, and the surface of his body produces a normal temperature. More importantly, Jun Tianyao's skill, as he eats away every day, begins to show signs of weakening, even if the signs are very subtle. But he couldn't escape the feelings of those closest to him.

The five fingers opened and then closed, it was a grasping posture, Jun Tianyao's weakness was very slight, but it was like a peerless beautiful jade that was approaching perfection, only a little bit close to blending, without a trace of flaw, was captured He was tainted with flaws, turned from prosperity to decline, and it is irreversible to ensure that he returns to the original point, let alone go further.

With a low laugh, he lowered his clenched hand, thinking of the little lazy cat who was still waiting for him at home, the man couldn't restrain his joy. What is Jun Tianyao doing now? Judging by the current time, he should be awake. He should have used fish soup too, the sun is good today, if he is in a good mood, the most likely thing for him is to move out of the wicker chair, lie lazily on it, close his eyes, and enjoy the comfort of the sun.

However, given his lazy nature, he must have loose hair and a thicker coat casually, and lay down with bare feet like this.

Just now the somewhat weird smile turned into a doting smile, the golden sunlight fell, jumping between the black hair, the exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and finally, all of them condensed on the most touching lips, gently kissing the only one of this man Soft, like a naughty elf.

It was just a little waiting, the hair hanging down on the shoulders was completely dry, and it still smelled of the warmth of the sun. He took out two straw ropes, one to tie his hair, and the other, Murong Qi put his hair in place. The gills of the fish were tied with straw ropes and hung on the tree. Shi Shiran put on the clothes that had been placed on the stones by the river in the morning. Sometimes, only when there is someone who you can cherish wholeheartedly, will you cherish yourself wholeheartedly.

The smile on his lips hadn't melted yet, Murong Qi seemed to have sensed it, and looked towards the southeast suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, with his eyesight, he could vaguely see a vague shadow on the mountain wall, floating with the wind, thinking The moment he understood what it was, Murong Qi's expression was ferocious, he left the struggling grass carp, and flew towards the house.

Behind Murong Qi, the grass carp was thrown heavily on the boulders, blood spattered everywhere, staining the quiet and peaceful world just now with bloody darkness.

His light work is very fast, the wooden house is a few miles away from the river, and it is only time to make a cup of tea. The small wooden house stands there peacefully. The wicker chair that he has worked on for a long time, the door is wide open, and the porcelain bowls that have been used in the sink next to the stove can be seen. Murong Qi stopped at the door, blinked, and then walked away without a trace of hesitation. went in.

The extremely pale face on the face recovered a little blood when seeing a white shadow in the corner: "Junjun, what are you doing standing there? I thought you..."

Doting on him, Murong Qi went up to meet him with a little helplessness against the other party.

"You are right!"

There was just a sound, the ready-to-go blow had arrived, there was no wind on the tip of the fan, it seemed ordinary, but it was clearly coming to the extreme, Murong Qi's face was gloomy, he was frozen in place by this sneak attack, The words of the person who came came fell in every direction.

"What did you do to him!"

Greedy Wolf twitched the corners of his mouth, a little bit bitter, and walked out step by step from the dark place, unfolding the folding fan in his hand, still in an elegant and unrestrained posture, but the sun was streaming down, which couldn't cover up how many days and nights of indulgence and bitterness, the once romantic and handsome face , added more haggard, peach blossom bright eyes, more vicissitudes: "If I want to kill him, I will not send him down!"

"Send it down and meet you..."

Tanlang smiled indifferently, but his eyes were extremely gloomy: "I haven't seen my old friend for so long, can we only talk about him?"

Murong Qi looked at each other coldly, without the slightest emotion: "It's precisely because you sent him down to meet me that I didn't pursue your detriment to him!"

"Well, it seems that you already know!"

Tanlang sighed in amazement, but had a different kind of sarcasm: "Your feelings for him are really deep. Everything you do revolves around him. Are you so happy?"

"Happier than you!"

Murong Qi's heart-to-heart words without the slightest nostalgia made Tan Lang's fingers hidden under his sleeves tremble slightly.