in love with the lord of all

The sky was cloudless, the sky was full of stars, and the wind was bitterly cold.

The blue translucent butterfly, as big as a bowl, is creepy and coquettish, flying over half of the city, staying on the top of tall buildings, swooping down like a straight line, landing in the darkest corner, collecting huge and terrifying evil desires.

There are many skyscrapers in the city center, the bustling night market is full of lights, and the huge electronic advertisements flash the faces of the most beautiful actresses.

The actress' advertisement ended, and a new advertisement of a pharmaceutical manufacturing company appeared, which seemed to be related to the latest beauty ointment on the market.

The butterfly stopped at the dim top of the street lamp, quietly and silently staring at the electronic advertising screen, and after absorbing enough evil desires, it shattered into light spots and dissipated into the night sky.

A passing young man raised his head and rubbed his eyes, and asked his companion, "Did you see a blue butterfly with the mouth of a bowl just now?"

"No." The companion said nonchalantly, "You must be drunk."

The young man patted his head, thinking that he was really drunk, and walked away staggeringly on the shoulder of his companion.

..

In the middle of the night, the doors and windows were locked.

There was no light in the room until a blue butterfly came in through the narrow gap of the window frame, and the translucent butterfly wings brought wisps of light.

Huge bed, simple wardrobe, desk, without any other decorations, clean and colder than a hotel room.

The butterfly landed on the dark floor, dark red sticky blood slowly flowing, exposed to the faint blue light, a hand wrapped in bandages slowly stretched out, stopped above the sticky blood, and spread its fingers.

Butterflies shattered into dots of light, melting into fingertips.

The bandage slipped off, revealing the deep wound on the arm, the skin and flesh and blood were split inch by inch, and the blood-stained bones were clearly visible—this kind of horrific injury did not only occur on the arm, but spread to the whole body, and the flesh and blood all over the body were splitting open.

The blood in the big beach on the floor is the reason why the blood vessels ruptured.

The butterflies scattered in the city all came back, shattered into light spots, filled the wounds, and slowly repaired the unbroken skin.

They went forward one after another, like filling mountains and seas.

It wasn't until the last deep wound on his arm was repaired that Xu Congzhang stood up, tore off the bandages all over his body, and turned on the light with the lowest power.

In an instant, the lights dispelled the darkness, and the floor was covered in blood, making the scene like a murder scene.

Standing under the light, Xu Congzhang is completely naked, his limbs are slender and powerful, his lines are coherent and smooth, his chest, abdomen and arms are covered with thin muscles, and his skin is even more morbidly cold and white.

The shoulders and collarbone were stained with bright red blood, and the long black hair was a bit messy, scattered on the back and chest. Looking up along the black hair, the three-dimensional facial features seemed to gradually fade away, and they had a mature outline.

The butterfly print on the right cheek is expanding. It used to be from the cheekbones to the forehead, but now it stretches to the forehead and the roots of the ears, as if the butterfly that had stayed there had begun to spread its wings.

The edge of the red pattern is painted with a circle of gold, making the pattern more mysterious and treacherous.

He lowered his eyes, flicked his index finger lightly, and the butterfly fluttered on the floor to clean up the blood.

Xu Congzhang raised his eyes, his pupils were smudged with rich golden yellow, he wiped off the blood on his body, put on a robe and stepped out of the room, coming to the door of Song Qing's room.

Standing quietly, did not go in.

"Qingqing."

Xu Congzhang whispered Song Qing's name, his lips and teeth were full of tenderness and obsessive love.

..

"!"

Song Qing woke up with a start, scratching her messy hair, with a dull expression, out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the alarm clock was already at 9:[-] in the morning, and she was relieved to think that today was Saturday.

Turning over and lying back on the warm blanket, staring straight at the ceiling, there was a tingling pain in the temple.

Dreaming in the middle of the night, the dreams are confusing and clueless, I just remember that in the cold darkness, there is a pale crescent moon hanging in the corner of the sky, and the crescent moon is being swallowed.

The viscous, foul-smelling liquid slowly submerged him, and Song Qing couldn't remember exactly what he had dreamed about, but the palpitations and panic still existed after waking up.

Song Qing patted her chest and began to take a deep breath.

Dreams are the opposite of reality, the more miserable the dream, the more peaceful the reality.

——Many people say that, it should be true that the quantity determines the probability.

Song Qing got up and got out of bed, put on cotton slippers and came to the living room, saw Xu Congzhang nestled on the sofa, holding the 'Starry Night' petri dish in his hand and looking at it seriously.

He scratched his hair, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up, and after about 5 minutes, he got dressed and came out.

"I'm going downstairs to buy breakfast."

"It's on the table." Xu Congzhang looked up and said, "I bought it back."

Song Qing looked back, and sure enough, she saw the steaming vegetarian vegetable buns, boiled eggs and hot soup, one serving for each person.

Ever since Xu Congzhang revealed his identity, Song Qing knew that he could not eat normally like a human being. Food was equivalent to impurities to him, and he would even vomit blood if he ate too much.

...It's miserable, really.

There are so many delicacies in the world, and if you can't taste them, you will lose two-thirds of the fun.

Song Qing couldn't help but sigh, took two sips of the hot soup, the boiling hot soup fell into the stomach, and the whole body soon became warm.

tasty! =_=

Song Qing ate quickly, quickly finished the breakfast that Xu Congzhang bought for him, then washed off the grease on his hands, pulled the slippers, walked to the sofa and sat down, with his head tilted back, his neck resting on the back of the sofa, and Xu Congzhang's profile was glimpsed out of the corner of his eyes. Face.

The edges and corners of the side face are a bit sharp, the line of the jaw is very clear, and along the arc is the protruding Adam's apple—oh!

Adam's apple! !

Xu Juvenile has grown up, and he has started to grow Adam's apple! !

A few months ago, Xu Congzhang was still emaciated and pitifully thin. After he was brought back, his body slowly stretched out, his limbs were slender and perfectly proportioned.

But at a glance, it still doesn't feel like an adult.

Because between teenagers and young people, facial lines, body skeleton and youthful temperament can easily distinguish them.

But boys are very magical creatures. They can grow in one night, like a small tree that quickly grows into a big tree after a heavy rain, and people can no longer identify its age.

Xu Congzhang had the temperament and frame of a teenager before, even though his appearance was extremely gorgeous, Song Qing couldn't treat him as an adult.

It is not the case now, Song Qing feels that Xu Congzhang next to him has grown into a young man.

Inexplicably feel so gratified~~~

Song Qing squinted her eyes, staring at Xu Congzhang's Adam's apple for a moment - the Adam's apple was a bit small before, but now it's as big as a fruit pit.

Whoa, the Adam's apple is rolling!

Hey, a little more sexy masculinity, in a year or two, the hormones will definitely explode.

Song Qing thought with a smile in her heart, still staring at Xu Congzhang's Adam's apple, but found that the frequency of Adam's apple rolling accelerated.

... are you thirsty?

Song Qing pointed to the hot water beside the table and said without raising her head, "Xu Congzhang, drink water when you are thirsty."

He reached out to poke Xu Congzhang's Adam's apple, but was cut off halfway, and looked up.

Xu Congzhang asked deeply, "What do you want to do?"

touch you?

slightly embarrassing.

Song Qing slowly withdrew her hand and said meaningfully: "You have grown up."

At the age of 17, there is one more year to be a legal adult, and you can do many things that minors cannot do.

Xu Congzhang leaned over, approached slowly, raised the corners of his lips, and lowered his voice: "Well, you can kiss, hug...do-.love."

"No." Song Qing said blankly, "You have to be an adult."

And you don't have a partner at all, don't fantasize about teenagers.

"..."

Xu Congzhang got very close, fixedly staring at Song Qing's eyes and facial expression, looking over and over again, but still couldn't find the slightest trace related to lust.

Song Qing didn't have any thoughts about him, at least she didn't have any further thoughts beyond her relatives.

--Absolutely not.

Xu Congzhang leaned back against the sofa, rubbed the 'Starry Night' petri dish with his right hand, stared at Song Qing with a thoughtful expression.

"Is there anyone Qingqing likes?"

"Have."

"Who?"

"Dad, Mom and you."

"..."

After making sure that Song Qing didn't change the topic on purpose, but that he really didn't think about love, Xu Congzhang knew he was not enlightened.

"I'm asking, do you like someone who can touch and kiss?"

"No."

"What kind of person does Qingqing like?"

Song Qing was stunned, he didn't know, he never thought about it, and he was never tempted.

Teenagers have excessive hormones in adolescence, and all the courtship and sexual desires that youth should have have disappeared here. He has never fantasized about the opposite sex, and of course the same sex does not exist.

There are only parents and the laboratory in his world, Xu Congzhang was the third one to break in by accident.

Other than that, there is and will be no one else.

Song Qing shook her head: "There will be no one you like."

"Assumption?"

"No."

Not even hypothetically.

Song Qing was extremely determined, so determined that it made people feel indifferent.

Xu Congzhang stared at him until Song Qing felt something was wrong and shrank his shoulders, then he lowered his eyes and smiled, and the silver jewelry on his wrist jingled.

He said, "Got it."

Song Qing grabbed the pillow and curled up beside her, with a blank expression and dull eyes. After a long silence, she asked, "Xu Congzhang, what harm will a missing heart do to you?"

He remembered one thing, in the mirage, Xu Congzhang finally died, but how did he die?

When Song Qing thought about it carefully, she found that she had no impression.

"There is no way to evolve into an adult body."

"Is it big?"

"No." Xu Congzhang said with a smile in his eyes, "The body will grow like a human being. I mean the body of the ancestor of the witch god cannot evolve."

The next moment, in front of Song Qing, he turned into the appearance of the ancestor of the witch god, with gorgeous tattoos and eyes bordered by gold and black.

Xu Congzhang pointed to his eyes and said, "I can't see it. Only adults can see it."

Song Qing: "How to evolve into an adult body?"

Xu Congzhang narrowed his eyes: "Maybe I have to marry a wife."

"..." Song Qing squinted at him. "Don't be kidding, I'm serious with you."

Xu Congzhang put it another way: "It's a complete sacrifice, three sacrifices and nine rituals and marriage."

ha?

Xu Juvenile is not joking, is he really short of a wife?

Where can he find a wife?And if you're a minor, won't you break the law?

As the parent's soul awakened, Song Qing was suddenly worried.

Xu Congzhang: "How about Qingqing help me find a marriage partner? There are still 12 months, a year before I reach adulthood."

How to find it?

Song Qing was dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Xu Congzhang suddenly had a strong desire to bite his cheek.

Song Qing hesitated: "I will try my best."

Xu Congzhang turned his head and said to him: "It's agreed, you are responsible for my marriage partner, and I owe you now. If I can't find it in the future, I will find you, and you will pay me back."

"..."

"??"

Song Qing suddenly felt that being a parent is not only bald, but also in debt.

..

A high-end residential area in the downtown area of ​​B.

In the luxury villa, Teng Luo spread out the printed photos, and there was a stack of dozens of color photos in her hand. The characters in the photos were all Song Qing.

In Qiluo Village, in the torrential rain, Song Qing, who showed her true face, was so beautiful that it made people fascinated.

"Song Qing..."

Teng Luo whispered softly, with a unique tone, singing like a siren.

She traced Song Qing's face, then took out a marker pen, and blackened Xu Congzhang next to Song Qing bit by bit.

Every printed photo has a picture of Song Qing and Xu Congzhang in the same frame. They seem to be inseparable, but Xu Congzhang in each photo is blacked out by Teng Luo.