After the Cannon Fodder’s Rebirth

Chapter 57

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He Ziming understood something instantly, and immediately struggled with his hands and feet together.

When he fell into the hands of Mo Xiu, he took the elixir for the master with the determination to die, and if he was regarded as home by others, it was an alternative torture and humiliation that Mo Xiu was unable to resist.

Only Nie Yao is the only one who is hiding in his heart.

If something happened to himself and him, even if it was still forced, He Ziming would still regard it as his betrayal to his master and his Taoist companion.

He is already Yunhua’s Taoist companion, and cannot and does not want to betray him...

"Senior brother, do you want to observe the festival for Yunhuaxian?" Nie Yao touched his face, his movements were almost creepy, but his attitude was tough and decisive to the extreme: "But, since the brother has fallen into me In the hands of this demon, no matter what the senior brother said, it is impossible for the senior brother to say it."

He Ziming kept struggling: "Nie Yao, don't do this."

"Don't do this, don't do what?" Seeing that he was dishonest, Nie Yao directly raised his hand to seal his body, causing him to become weak and limp. He was almost obsessed with madness and looked at him: "Brother, you agree How can I be with others if I want to stay together with me and be my Taoist companion?"

He Ziming couldn't move, but Nie Yao's hand directly touched his body, almost paranoid infatuation.

He Ziming knew that he was struggling and could not resist. He could only tremble and begged desperately. He hoped that the other party was the child who never refused him at the beginning: "Nie Yao, I beg you, please, Nie Yao..."

He couldn't bear his betrayal of his Taoist companion.

"Hush, brother. Don't ask me..." Nie Yao held He Ziming's face, leaning close to He Ziming's ear, and muttered with almost a smile, "Even if you ask me, save it for a while. Brother, you can give it a try. Which one of Yunhua Xianzun or I can make Brother happier..."

He Ziming trembled uncontrollably, and said almost desperately: "Nie Yao, don't make me hate you."

"Hate? Brother doesn't hate, can you still love me?" Nie Yao laughed happily when he heard him say this. I don't want to admit that the person you love is me, not Yunhua Xianzun, so you are so afraid of me."

He kept rubbing his hand on He Ziming's chest, and kept touching the opponent. .

He Ziming couldn't deny it, his whole body shuddered, and his eyes were lost in despair and said: "You kill me, you kill me, Nie Yao."

He didn't want to live anymore.

"It's too late for me to love my brother, so how can I kill the brother?" Nie Yao took his hand back, immediately let go of He Ziming's waist, and raised one of his legs: "I gave the brother the opportunity, and the brother is the right way. The cultivator kept putting the Demon Guardian to his lips and he was reluctant to kill me, the biggest demon in the world. How could I be willing to kill the brother?"

He grabbed He Ziming's ankle and kissed He Ziming's feet all the way up. It was obviously that he was doing the most filthy, but it was not as dirty as the least, but it was like a pilgrimage, offering sacrifices, and concluding some kind of ritual.

Gu Changming's appearance is cold and abstinent, and there is a kind of sacred and inviolable coldness.

Nie Yao looked at his face and thought, I am blasphemy.

Yes, blasphemy.

He does not believe in righteousness and evil, only this person is his god.

He Ziming was unable to resist, he could only close his eyes in despair, and shed two desperate tears.

At this moment, the voice of the system rang again in He Ziming's mind at an untimely time: "Does the host need to use'Chunxiao Drunk' on Nie Yao, a target who can be attacked?"

"Nonsense, of course not. It's hard to find someone in this world who can make me have a different experience. What kind of'chunxiao drunk' should I use?" He Ziming's body is still sacred and inviolable, but his soul is already. Played in one second, and refused the system without even thinking about it.

He must seize this opportunity, but he must seize it.

system:"… "

"... Okay, I understand the host." The system.

Nie Yao usually kissed He Ziming's cold lips on a pilgrimage: "I love you, brother."

Since that day, except for He Ziming and Nie Yao, he has never seen other people or living creatures. The cabin was just like what Nie Yao and he had promised at the beginning, but there were no other people except him and Nie Yao. Nie Yao had cast layers of barriers outside the cabin, so that outsiders would never find it. Less than.

The same He Ziming couldn't go out, and couldn't learn any news that belonged to the outside world.

He Ziming’s spiritual roots were all abolished by Nie Yao. After that, Nie Yao went to great lengths to find all kinds of precious treasures to restore the spiritual roots to force He Ziming to persuade him. He told He Ziming. Said: "No spiritual root is a mortal. Mortals always have to live, age, sick, and die. I don't want seniors or seniors to die. I want seniors to be with me forever..."

Originally, if he didn't want He Ziming to become a mortal, there was an easier way to plant the roots of magic for He Ziming and let him cultivate the magic.

But He Ziming would rather die than die.

Nie Yao is an extremely considerate and meticulous lover, who can always take care of He Ziming extremely and meticulously. He Ziming, who was served like an old man, gave him a silent compliment in his heart, but in order to maintain Gu Changming's personality and ethics, he still had a cold eye on Nie Yao and rarely spoke to him.

"Brother, do you know? Your cooking is really awful. I have never dared to tell you the truth before, for fear that you don't want me." But even if He Ziming didn't speak, the place where the two were together was never cold. Coming down, because Nie Yao alone can stand up to two of them, he can talk to himself and amuse himself as a chatter: "At that time, I was thinking about waiting. I can see it. I must change. I will cook for you every day. So that the two of us will not starve to death or have stomach troubles all day long."

He Ziming didn't expect that Nie Yao, who once enjoyed eating self-cooked food all day long, would actually comment on his cooking skills like this one day.

The little pitiful image in my mind collapsed suddenly.

His eyebrows were cold and cold, and Nie Yao took a cold look and sat down at the dinner table, picked up his chopsticks, and calmly took a sip of Nie Yao's food.

I was planning to stab without a trace, but found out—

Well, the food Nie Yao cooks is really a hundred times, one hundred times more delicious than his dark dishes.

Although I have to admit that the taste is really good, in order to maintain Gu Changming’s personality, He Ziming still didn’t buckle up for the food, but just made a breezy appearance, chewing Nie Yao as if he was eating something tasteless. There is no expression in the cooking, and there is no superfluous expression.

"It seems that the senior brother also thinks it is delicious, he likes to eat the food I made." But with this unforgettable expression, I don't know where Nie Yao saw that he likes to eat, and he immediately smiled. , Clutching He Ziming's hand, said: "Then I will make it for seniors every day from now on."

He Ziming had a full meal, put down his chopsticks, and said nothing.

Forget it, Nie Yao's cooking standards are really high anyway.

Since he is willing to cook and improve food every day, let him do it well.

Since then, Nie Yao has taken the initiative to contract the food in the cabin and started his life as a husband, cooking every day.

As for He Ziming, he only needs to quietly be a pig that he feeds every day.

Every night Nie Yao would hug him tightly with his limbs and sleep tightly, just like a miser holding gold.

He Ziming would be entangled by him every night, waking up in the middle of the night, watching the demon who was sleeping beside him unsuspectingly and unsuspectingly exposing his life gate and the back of his neck to him, I don't know what to say.

I could only sigh, and closed my eyes feebly, forcing myself to sleep.

Nie Yao, being a demon lord and being disturbed by the power of the demon god, could not stay with He Ziming in the cabin all day long. He often goes out. He Ziming doesn't know what he is doing, and he doesn't bother to bother about it. Just staying quietly in the cabin is like escaping, doing his own thing in his own way.

On this day, Nie Yao suddenly returned from the outside but was seriously injured and stained with blood.

He Ziming was shocked as soon as he saw him, and subconsciously wanted to step forward, but he stopped after looking at Nie Yao and hesitated.

"Brother, it hurts me so much, brother. Your good master and fellow students hurt me, brother, I hurt me so much." Nie Yao saw that he didn't go forward, but he took a step forward and plunged into He Ziming's In his arms, screamed and screamed: "Brother, why are you willing to hurt me? How are you willing to be sad?"

Although he is a Demon Venerable, he never trusts Demon Cultivation. He is seriously injured and he does not dare to join other Demon Cultivators. The first reaction is to rush back to find this person.

All over the world, he only believes that this person will not hurt him or hurt him.

Even if this person has never given him a promise, even if this person is a righteous monk who keeps exorcising demons and defending the way, Nie Yao unconditionally trusts him, believing that He Ziming will not harm him.

He Ziming was hugged by him and his whole body trembled, his heart softened into a puddle in an instant, his brows were tightly clasped around Nie Yao, and he did not dare to move.

"Brother, it hurts me a lot." Nie Yao was still crying.

He Ziming closed his eyes and finally said the first sentence between Nie Yao and Nie Yao after he was imprisoned here: "Don't move, I'll get you medicine."

Nie Yao held him and refused to let go.

While He Ziming carefully supported him, he followed his own memory to find the place where the medicine was placed in the small wooden house. Frowning his eyebrows was to take off the blood-stained clothes for Nie Yao, clean up the wound, and carefully sprinkled the medicine on Nie Yao and bandaged the wound.

Nie Yao seemed to be very afraid of pain, and when He Ziming moved slightly, he took a breath.

Every time he sucked in cold air, He Ziming frowned a little bit, and his hand movements became more cautious and gentle.

At the end of the medicine for Nie Yao, when the bandage was finished, He Ziming's hand was shaking unconsciously, for fear of hurting him.

After he finished bandaging himself, Nie Yao threw himself into his arms with a happy face, feeling as if he was no longer afraid of the pain of his wounds, life contentedly, he hugged He Ziming tightly and said: "Brother, you and me Having spoken, you are finally willing to talk to me, brother."

He Ziming frowned, allowing him to hold, but he was afraid of hurting him, so he didn't dare to make any movements.

He thought, treating Nie Yao, after all, he was cruel and involuntarily soft in heart.

After being hit hard, Nie Yao's body became more and more unable to withstand the power of the tyrannical demon god. He Ziming could see his haggardness and weight loss with naked eyes. Nie Yao was often lethargic and often dreaming.

One day, he woke up from his dream but grabbed He Ziming's hand and said, "Do you know? Brother, it turns out that I knew you in my previous life."