The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

Murong Qi's hand reached out uncontrollably at the most brilliant moment of the fireworks. The first time he saw Jun Tianyao, it was at the time when the fireworks were brilliant, and the fireworks that were too hot that night, brought The longing in his heart turned into an obsession, he just wanted a warmth, a company that would make him less lonely.

What he wants is so little, so simple, but what he wants is a luxury for that person.

With a sound of "Hiss!", the tongue of fire licked the ice-colored fingers, making a burning sound, and the smell of burning flesh was more pungent than the smell of burning everything.

Murong Qi was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't feel anything, he slowly, little by little, withdrew his hand, looked at the fingers burned by the gorgeous fireworks, the cold lip line was raised obliquely, and he laughed, his throat But it seems to be blocked in the middle, and all sounds are released.

Laughing silently, laughing maniacally, the muscles on his face trembled, his handsome facial features were distorted almost ferociously: "Jun Tianyao, Jun Tianyao, why do you keep appearing in front of me again and again!"

Gritting his teeth, he wanted to peel that person's skin with hatred. His eyes were so dark that they looked like the darkness that had been condensed in the underworld for thousands of years, causing people to fall.

The squatting body, sitting down weakly, the cold floor, passed the deep chill through the robe, through the skin, through the bone marrow, into the already frozen heart.

Murong Qi opened his hand, his five fingers pressed tightly on the position of his chest and heart, convulsed, pale and powerless.

Why, I can never let you go, even if you deserve to be cut to pieces, even if you should go to hell, why, I want to be glad that you didn't die where I can't see it!

Why, I have come to this point, and I still feel soft towards you: "Yuyan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Muttering, facing the woman whose life and death are unknown, the heavy, unspeakable guilt is about to overwhelm him, but he can't, maybe, because of that person, he hurt too much, hurt too much, wrong Too much, he is used to this kind of unbearable heartache.

The flames were gradually extinguished, and the expression on Murong Qi's face changed from ferocious to calm little by little, without the slightest fluctuation, his pale complexion, dark eyes, black and white, looked hollow, extraordinarily creepy.

The study room was dark again, Murong Qi cleaned up all the remnants in the brazier one by one, in an orderly manner, completely different from the excitement just now, and then took down the magical weapon that Murong Ziqing gave him from the wall Hold the sharp weapon with both hands, hold the hilt with your left hand, and gently draw it outwards. A pool of autumn water brightens the dark and silent eyes. The penetrating cold light makes people just look at it for a moment, and there is a kind of glow in it. back feeling.

With a soft sound, the sword was sheathed.

Murong Qi took a last look at this study room, and then walked out without any hesitation.

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In the past, Wan'an Temple, where the bells and drums sounded in the morning and evening, was extraordinarily quiet today. The vitality has been cut off, which makes people feel subconsciously terrified.

In the treasure hall enshrining the Great Buddha, the white figure turned his back to him. The man looked up at the benevolent and smiling Buddha, as if he was in a daze. Against the backdrop of the magnificent palaces around him, the thin figure looked particularly impressive. Small.

Murong Qi stood outside the Daxiong Palace, silently, quietly looking at Jun Tianyao's thin figure, his eyes were cold and silent, showing no emotion at all.

"Are you alone?"

Jun Tianyao didn't let him wait too long, and turned around.

"I came alone..."

In the distance, the eyes of the two people met, at that moment, as if they had passed through countless times, the night of fireworks was gorgeous, the child grabbed the boy's clothes, and in the icy river, Jun Tianyao caught the sinking Murong Qi , by the river beach under the moonlight, two people killed those people with evil intentions together, he was surprised by his turning around to help, he was surprised by his praise, he was surprised by his decisiveness in killing, and he was surprised by his deceptive face In the forest at night, he took care of him and helped him light a handful of flames. In the noisy brothel, he watched him fall into the vortex of lust | jokingly, pouring cold water on him. , but he was also the first to teach him what desire is. In the silent late night, the cold person will linger with another person in his dream.

On the way to escape, he resolutely stood in the front for him, but he blocked him behind.Perhaps, at that moment, they both died, so there would be no later pain, because, at least at that moment, he loved the boy devoutly, and he was sincerely moved for the boy.

After five years of watching, he let himself forget him, and he has been watching him silently and stubbornly in a corner where no one is around.

When they met again, he was standing and he was kneeling, one of them was high above the others, and the other was humbled into the dust.However, he still remembered that in the man's ice-coloured eyes, there was a scorching emotion that could ignite anyone. That enthusiasm belonged to him alone, and no one could take it away; Above, in the man's gentle eyes, only his own figure was reflected in his moving face.

In the end, they actually met in this situation. The two of them, in his icy eyes, were the endless chill that could freeze any enthusiasm, an abyss that had settled for thousands of years. indifferent.In his flowing and charming eyes, the gentleness has become the most superficial disguise, and in the depths of his eyes, there is a ferocious beast, the malice to drag the person in front of him into hell.

Looking at each other, the affection grinds down layer by layer, leaving only pain.

"How is Yuyan?"

In the second sentence, Murong Qi broke the silent gaze first, and asked Xue Yuyan, Jun Tianyao was stunned for a moment, his eyes looked at the sharp sword in his arms, the luxurious gemstone inlaid on the hilt, It hurt his eyes.

Jun Tianyao turned his head sideways uncontrollably, and looked at the Arhat on the left. That was the Arhat who subdued the demon. Now, why isn't he possessed by a demon?

"If I told you that the scene you saw was designed by Xue Yuyan, would you believe it?"

Jun Tianyao's voice was swaying, like duckweed without roots, with erratic, Murong Qi's expression did not change a bit: "I believe..."

Jun Tianyao turned his head abruptly, a burst of vitality burst out in his eyes, and the smile on his lips was full of real excitement, but the man's next words made him unbelievable: "So what?"