He didn't let him look back because the clothes on Ji Liyou's back were soaked with blood.
You can't tell whose blood it is, maybe it's his, maybe it's Ji Liyou's.
At first he thought he was not seriously injured, but when he glanced at the storyteller's profile, he faintly realized that the monster holding him hostage had a long history. The storyteller was willing to come from Jiuyi, perhaps because he had known about it for a long time. He will be here.
But Ji Liyou didn't know who he was.
"Talk to me for a while, I'm a little scared," he said.
"What do you want to say?" He opened Ji Liyou's wound and cut off the rotten flesh.
"That man just now, do you know him?"
"I don't know." He said.
Ji Liyou wanted to laugh, "How about lying to a puppy?"
"Um."
"Then let me ask another way. Is he your old friend?"
"no."
"Isn't it? It seems to me that he knows you."
"It was true in the past, but it won't be true in the future," the storyteller said.
Ji Liyou's throat was dry and he felt hot all over. The wound was being cleaned by the storyteller and it didn't hurt very much, but he was particularly tired and always wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while.
The storyteller said, "If you fall asleep, you will never wake up."
Ji Liyou immediately cheered up, as he hadn't lived enough yet.
"Tell me, how come that man has two bodies and a woman with a red hairpin hiding in his body?"
The storyteller replied, "Do you remember what I told you?"
"You said a lot, how do I know which one you are talking about?"
"Zhu Shuo died. He had done too many sins. This calamity is also retribution." The storyteller said.
"Zhu Shuo? What does this matter have to do with him?"
"Don't you know what he did?"
"What do I know?"
Ji Liyou said hoarsely, "Now that I think about it, if that woman hadn't lied, my few taels of gold wouldn't have been wasted. At least what she said was true."
"She didn't lie to you, because she was the fan girl who was beaten to death by Zhu Shuo and bled by Zhu Shuo. Zhu Shuo liked to hear the fan girl scream in pain."
"So, the man who kidnapped me tonight is the one who wants to redeem Pink Lady?"
"Yes, you guessed it right." The storyteller rarely praised him for being smart.
"He is here to avenge Pink Lady? That woman with the red hairpin, she is already dead, how can she still appear in front of us?"
"She lives in someone else and doesn't want to be reincarnated."
Ji Liyou was surprised, "Can a dead person live in a living person? Oh, now that I think about it, isn't that man dead too?"
"He is dead, but he is not a mortal, so death is nothing terrible for him."
"Is he really a monster?" Ji Liyou asked.
This is the only sentence the storyteller did not answer.
Ji Liyou understood why he felt uncomfortable, because the storyteller just concealed his pain, but his body still told him that he was seriously injured.
His eyes were a little blurry, and he subconsciously looked for the storyteller's clothes, but grabbed his hand, "Who are you?"
He felt that he was so injured that he was delirious, so he asked what was in his heart.
The storyteller ran along his arm to reassure him, "You'll be fine soon."
Just as he finished speaking, the wound on his back seemed to be suddenly pulled open, and pain came overwhelmingly. Ji Liyou bit his tongue to hold back the sudden pain.
Before he could react, he forcefully pushed his tongue back against his lips and teeth, forcing him to release his tongue from under his teeth. Ji Liyou noticed there was blood in his mouth, and he thought that he had bitten his tongue just now. .
Ji Liyou was so dizzy with pain that he didn't understand how he got entangled with him. He only felt that his continuous kisses made him breathless. He wanted to push him away, but he hugged him helplessly. arms, trying to get rid of the pain.
He suspected that he had had another dream that he shouldn't have had.
But this dream was even more lucid than the last time.
Ji Liyou was suddenly afraid that this was really a dream. If so, how sad he would be. Only at this time would he dare to miss him.
No matter how painful his back was, he couldn't care less. Greed and fear entangled him like a snake. He understood why he wanted to miss him again and again. He really liked him to the extreme. .
He turned over and pressed him under him, uncontrollably wanting to control him in his hands. He thought of his star-like eyes and kissed him respectfully by his eyelashes.
When the pain dissipated, sleepiness and exhaustion weighed on him like a mountain. He didn't know when he had the idea of falling asleep, but he was afraid that it was all a dream. He asked his father how he could keep the person in his dream. , my father said, if you don’t wake up from your dream, you won’t leave.
He whispered in the storyteller's ear, "Can you... not just be an illusory dream? What I want is the real you."
The storyteller's body stiffened, and he hugged his waist and pressed him down. He knew his body too well and knew how to calm him down. He knew him far better than Ji Liyou himself, and he caressed him. Kissing him intermittently on his back, perhaps not out of desire, but just to comfort him and make him calm as soon as possible.
"I know," he said.
Ji Liyou finally couldn't resist his sleepiness.
The smell of wine from the bowl of fermented glutinous rice balls was still in his throat. When he was about to fall asleep, Ji Li said worriedly that he must never drink alcohol again in the future. The bowl of fermented fermented glutinous rice balls was still drunk.
Then the memories started to creep in.
Only memory will not deceive people and is not controlled. In memories and dreams, no one can manipulate a person. If the dreamer wants, he can distinguish all truth and falsehood.
The sun is very dazzling. This is a bustling street, and there is a stone tablet at the end of the street that reads "Guifang".
A fierce dog emerged from nowhere and squeezed out of the crowd with its wet black tongue. The little scholar who looked like a girl ran towards him in the blink of an eye.
Ji Liyou felt that this little scholar was very familiar, but he couldn't remember that he knew such a person.
Everyone on the street laughed. Just when the little scholar thought he was about to bite off a piece of flesh, Ji Liyou stood in front of him.
The little scholar was about to cry, and kept hugging Ji Liyou's waist and said, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!"
Ji Liyou said, "Go."
The dog ran away.
The little scholar said sweetly, "Thank you, brother."
Ji Liyou shook his head, "Why bother?"
The little scholar's face gradually turned into that of a woman in Ji Liyou's eyes. He was surprised to find out that the little scholar was a girl.
"Hey, what's your name?"
Just when the girl was about to run into the classroom, Ji Liyou shouted.
He wondered where he had seen her before.
"Chief, I am Shi Wei." She smiled brightly, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.
"Shi Wei? Who is Shi Wei?" Ji Liyou recalled repeatedly in his dream.
Suddenly, another girl appeared in front of her. She was only twelve or thirteen years old. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes. People around her called her the Sixth Princess. She was leaning on the table writing.
Ji Liyou squatted beside her and looked at what she was writing.
After reading for a long time, she didn't write a word.
Ji Liyou finally couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to write?"
The girl heard him ask and stared at his lips carefully for a while, but no matter what he asked her, the little girl didn't speak.
Ji Liyou's heart was suddenly stung, "Are you unable to speak?"
The girl nodded.
Ji Liyou didn't dare to look into her eyes. He felt as if his heart was being torn apart, a hundred times more painful than the pain in her back.
The two girls appear alternately in the dream.
Ji Liyou was trapped in this dream and couldn't wake up.
(End of chapter)