Love Eater [Quick Transmigration]

But A Yin can only cut those rice papers, fold them into paper shuttles, and then paint them in five colors with paint, throwing them all over the sky.

Even Lu Wei's satisfactory works left behind, dozens of paintings in his collection, were all destroyed by A Yin's naughty childhood.

Then he looked up at the strong bow hanging on the wall. It was Lu Wei's carry-on back then. It had the power of five stones. With the arrow clusters of fine steel, the strength could pierce clouds and crack rocks.

Since Lu Wei was a hundred years old, he couldn't pull it anymore.

So he hung this bow on the wall of his study, maintained and removed the dust every once in a while, and it can still be used today as it was back then.

When A Yin was ten years old or above, he had become interested in this bow.

But when A Yin soon discovered that using this bow was not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, difficult to master, and very inconvenient, but also its power was not as powerful as the magic arrow condensed with Taoism, so he never touched it again.

Zhenxuan lowered his slender eyelids, let out a light sigh, changed his figure, and came to his and A Yin's daily living room again.

A Yin was only seven years old when he first came here, which is the age that even dogs would hate to be naughty, and he also had feelings of resistance to him. The house was still intact except for the bronze beast that burned incense, and the rest of the things were basically ruined. .

The Shu brocade curtains were cut into strips by A Yin with scissors, and now the curtains hanging there have been replaced with beaded curtains.

The Babu bed was still the same one from back then, but on the bedposts and backrest, there were densely packed lines and characters carved out with a knife, inexplicably childish and deformed.

Although the glazed windows looked intact, Zhenxuan knew that they had been shot piece by piece by A Yin with a slingshot and had been replaced several times.

Calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, screens embroidered by Suzhou, carpets with Qingluan cloud patterns, exquisite jade porcelain... are no longer the ones that Lu Wei was in.

Standing in the middle of the living room, Zhenxuan looked at the brand-new utensils and furnishings that had been added to the room in the past few years, and suddenly felt very empty in his heart.

It was he who took A Yin back with his own hands, thinking that he could reconnect with Lu Wei, but in the end, he almost destroyed everything left by Lu Wei at home.

After reincarnation, his memory and personality all changed. Is A Yin still the Lu Wei whom he loved so deeply for 200 years?

Or is it Lu Wei who would rather be broken than souls, but also save him from danger and treat him with deep affection?

Could it be that in the past six years, he was the only one who believed in this wishful thinking, indulging in the fantasy dream he made up and couldn't extricate himself?

Look, what has he done all these years...

Zhenxuan let out a miserable laugh, and sat down on the edge of the Babu bed, silent as a statue, watching the deep night fall outside the window, and the sky gradually turned black.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting alone in the silence like this before he heard the footsteps of A Yin's return.

After the footsteps reached the door, he hesitated and hesitated, apparently because of what happened today, A Yin felt it was difficult to face him.

"A Yin, you have grown up too, and you no longer need someone to take care of you all the time." Zhenxuan heard his own voice, calm and indifferent, "From now on, you will live in the South Courtyard. Send me a message, you don't have to live here with me."

A Yin didn't respond outside the door, but turned around and left, the footsteps were much easier than when he came.

Listening to A Yin's footsteps gradually receding, Zhenxuan closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, he saw that the originally dark room suddenly became brighter, and dozens of thick dragon and phoenix red candles were lit high, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

He was still sitting on the edge of Ba Bu's bed, the head of the bed was intricately carved, and the bedposts and the edge of the bed revealed the glossy color of red sandalwood, and there were no crooked graphic characters that A Yin wrote when he was a child.

The curtain drawn up by sapphire hooks is still the round pattern of Shu brocade; the walls are hung with calligraphy and paintings of former famous artists; The sun is rising in the east, and the landscape of Chaoyang is hearty.

Those objects and utensils damaged by A Yin in the past few years have been restored to their original appearance, staying where they should be.

In addition, the bedding on the Babu bed was replaced with a bright red embroidery pattern of dragon and phoenix; The house is in the middle.

After Zhenxuan practiced to a certain level, he replaced sleep with meditation and never dreamed.He clearly knew that he was in a nightmare.

It was the illusion he brought himself into because of his obsession with the demons in his heart.

However, this illusion has once existed in reality.

At the beginning, he and Lu Wei met for several years, when they were inseparable, he accidentally learned that there was such a ceremony as "marriage" in the world, so he decided to do it with Lu Wei.

This situation is exactly that year.

He saw the young Lu Wei dressed in red, dressed as a mortal bridegroom, handsome and handsome, standing in the middle of a bright room, smiling and walking towards him with two glasses of wine, handed him one, and said, "Come on, Daoist, have a cup of tea."

He stood up from the edge of the bed, took the wine that Lu Wei handed over, hooked Lu Wei's strong and slender arms, and together with Lu Wei raised his head to drink the wine.

While the wine entered his throat, Zhenxuan's tears flowed down his face.

"Master Dao, today is a good day for us, why are you crying?" Lu Wei put down the wine cup, wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhenxuan's eyes with his fingertips, smiling gently.

"I'm happy... happy." Zhenxuan smiled sincerely towards Lu Wei, but for some reason, more and more tears flowed.

After drinking a cup of wine with him, Lu Wei took a gilt cut, twisted off a lock of his hair, and twisted a lock of his own hair, tied the two locks of black hair together with a red ribbon, and placed them in an ivory in the little box.

The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

Zhenxuan was in the same scene back then, and saw Lu Wei leaning over, intertwining lips and teeth with him, a pair of big bony hands stretched out to untie his belt, and pressed him down between the soft quilts.

Zhenxuan clearly knew that all of this was not real, but he was in a nightmare because of his inner demons.

However, he didn't want to let go of this dreamland of demons at all, he only wanted to indulge in it for a long time.

Lu Wei stripped off the red groom's suit and white underclothes that Zhenxuan was wearing, revealing a long neck, a chest that bullied Frost Saixue, a thin waist, and a pair of slender and powerful legs.

Lu Wei licked and bit his Adam's apple, supported his thin waist with a pair of big hands, and gradually lowered it.

He raised his head and opened his whole body to Lu Wei like a sacrifice. On this wedding night, he was allowed to be completely possessed by his lover, his hands, feet and neck were intertwined, and they climbed to the top together again and again.

He was crying, so his eyes were hazy, and he couldn't even see Lu Wei's face clearly; he couldn't bear to close his eyes, and couldn't bear to miss the moment when Lu Wei existed.

Lu Wei held his face, looked into his tear-filled eyes, and sighed: "Master Dao, I chose to save you back then because I love you and I want you to live well."

"Do you think I would like to see you struggle with this matter and become unrecognizable?"

"Daoist, promise me, let yourself go."

After finishing speaking, Lu Wei smiled at him, his appearance and figure gradually changed, and he became Wang Lang's appearance. He stared deeply at Zhenxuan and said, "Young master, you must be good in the future."

Zhenxuan suddenly opened his eyes in shock, and Hong Zhu, Lu Wei, and Wang Lang all disappeared. He was still neatly dressed, sitting in the original bedroom, sweating profusely.

Just because of the ups and downs with Lu Wei in the nightmare, his crotch was wet and cold.

At this time, outside the glazed window, the eastern sky began to turn white. It was a night and it was about to dawn.

Zhenxuan patted the Dichen Talisman on his body, and after tidying up his embarrassment, after a while, he suddenly felt flustered.

A powerful man like him, sympathetic to the world, always has a vague foretelling of important things.

Why did Lu Wei turn into Wang Lang in the nightmare?Why did Wang Lang say to him again——

"Young master, you have to be good in the future."

As soon as I thought about it, I was terrified.

Zhenxuan got up, and immediately moved to the west side courtyard where Wang Lang was.

At this time, the sky is dawning, and the vines in the courtyard are winding and intertwined, covering the clean stone benches in the courtyard, and the green leaves are rustling in the clear morning wind. Peaceful and quiet.

Zhenxuan stepped on the gravel road, rushed directly to Wang Lang's bedroom, and opened the door with a squeak.

Although he had had innumerable sex with Wang Lang in the past few years, he never took Wang Lang to the main courtyard because of his scruples about A Yin and the fear of desecrating Lu Wei, and they always settled in Wang Lang's room .

So Zhenxuan was very familiar with Wang Lang's bedroom.

Wang Lang was lying sideways on his boxwood canopy bed, wrapped in a thin quilt, with his back arched, his whole face buried in the thin quilt, only the top of his black head exposed, as if he was in a deep sleep.

Zhenxuan stood in front of the door, trembling all over his body, a chill rose from his tailbone and went straight to his forehead, because he felt that Wang Lang's vitality had been cut off.

He didn't know how he walked to the canopy bed, and then pushed that thin and thin shoulder.

Wang Lang apparently had just died not long ago, and his body was still weak.

Pushed by Zhenxuan, that ordinary face with pale complexion was revealed.

At the same time, a stream of blood flowed down from between Wang Lang's slightly closed lips, and soaked into the buckwheat pillow of blue flower homespun cloth.

Wang Lang smashed a bone china lotus leaf cup from Longquan kiln, and then swallowed all the broken pieces in his stomach, so he died.

It was obviously a very painful death, but Wang Lang's face was very peaceful, as if he had just fallen into a sleep.

Zhenxuan screamed heart-piercingly, pressed his palms on Wang Lang's chest, and circulated his power to force out the porcelain pieces in Wang Lang's body, repairing the gastrointestinal artery in his body, and wanted to rescue him again.

However, although he claims to be a half-step flying fairy and a great power in the world, he is not a real fairy after all.How can a person who has lost his breath be revived?

It took Zhenxuan more than an hour to completely restore Wang Lang's body, but in the end it was all in vain.

Trembling, he moved his hand away from Wang Lang's chest, and turned his gaze to the square table in the room, on which there was a piece of letterhead.

Wang Lang could read and write, but probably because of his background, he never went to a private school and relied on self-study, so no one corrected Wang Lang's habit of writing with his left hand.

Zhenxuan walked to the square table, picked up the letterhead and unfolded it, and the indecisive handwriting belonging to Wang Lang appeared in front of his eyes.

The author has something to say: Mr. Lu: Well, if I write with my left hand, no one will recognize my handwriting and get lost~