For several seconds, Chu He's mind went blank, and he just stared at the chain, motionless, as if he had forgotten to breathe.
"Zhou Hui..." After a while, he made a soft, hoarse voice: "... Zhou Hui?"
The bedroom door clicked, and Zhou Hui walked in with a steaming teacup in his hand, and said with a calm expression, "Awake?"
- His expression and voice are so natural, as if he just woke up in the morning and greeted him gently, are you awake? Slept well last night
His attitude was so natural that Chu He looked at him and the head of the bed made of fine steel, unable to say anything for a while.
Zhou Hui's wounds in the sea of dead air have basically healed. The newly born skin is a little pale, but his expression is elegant and calm, his body is strong and vigorous, and his polite and irresistible aura is wrapped in black clothes. An indescribable sense of restraint.
"You're too weak to drink this."
Zhou Hui sat on the edge of the bed, picked up Chu He's upper body with one hand, leaned lightly in his arms, and fed him the steaming black liquid in the teacup.
Chu He was extremely dizzy as soon as his head left the pillow, and his left arm was unable to exert himself, so he drank a few sips without any resistance, and then barely turned his head and asked, "This... what is this?"
"It doesn't taste good?" Zhou Hui took a sip, "It's okay."
"Do not… "
"It's not easy to get this, don't let me down."
Zhou Hui gently wiped away the water marks from the corner of his mouth, and pulled the back of his neck very gently and could not break free. After feeding several mouthfuls, he gently placed the teacup on the bedside table until the liquid reached the bottom of the cup.
Chu He coughed hoarsely—even the cough was weak.
Too much blood was consumed in his heart, and his whole body showed a dangerous pallor. Only when he coughed, his cheeks showed a little blushing, which made his face more translucent, even in the dark. The light blue blood vessels on the side of the neck are clearly visible.
Zhou Hui patted his back lightly, resting his head on his shoulder.
His shoulder muscles are thick and very resilient, and the thin clothing should be sun-dried and full of the unique dryness of the sun.
This position is actually very comfortable. Chu He's eyelashes are lowered, and he is greedily breathing the warm scent. At first, he was struggling to ask about the chain, but his mind soon became dazed.
In the haze, he could only feel Zhou Hui's palm lightly caressing his face.
"You're too weak..." he said in a low voice, "...you should get more sleep."
·
Chu He woke up from sleep, and every time he woke up, he would be fed that weird and viscous black liquid, and then quickly lost consciousness and fell into a dark and sweet sleep again.
He had a lot of dreams, and they were chaotic, not only anxiety and fear, but also the memories of their family of four living together many years ago when the children were young. At that time, even Maha was a little bird running around, and Garuda still only knew about a crying newborn. Zhou Hui had just achieved a delicate reconciliation and balance with Tian Dao, and the family finally recovered from the chaos between the six realms. In the middle of the world, he moved to the human world; everything Mohe saw was novel, and every day he chatted around his parents asking this and that. Zhou Hui sometimes got annoyed by asking questions, so he picked up Mohe and put it on his head, ignoring his squeaks. Squeaky laughing and shouting, rushing around the ridge to the mountain forest...
That was when Zhou Hui was very rare and coexisted peacefully with Maha.
Since when did all this quietly change
When Maha slowly grew up, his temper became more and more bad, and even the bloody eyes of the demons unique to his biological father appeared
When Zhou Hui found out that the soul of the eldest son became more and more familiar, just like the young self in the mirror, and even perfectly reproduced the evil bloodthirsty, irritable and cold soul of a monster
Or earlier, one day late at night, the young Maha came knocking on the door of his parents, crying in terror, crying and saying that he dreamed of his mother's tragic death in front of his eyes
This ominous seed that fate planted many years ago has finally sprung up with time, and a hideous smile quietly appeared in a corner of this family.
·
Chu He didn't know how long he had slept. When he finally woke up one day, he looked at the black liquid that Zhou Hui brought again, and suddenly realized something: "...This thing contains a tranquilizer, right?"
Zhou Hui looked at him quietly.
The doors and windows of the bedroom are still closed, the curtains are thick and completely opaque, and the confined space is safe and warm. It's just that the light is too dim, making Zhou Hui's handsome and deep face look a little obscure.
"... This is a blood-producing plant that grows near the sea of blood in the devil world. The juice that is boiled after being dried and chopped can also help sleep." He whispered after a while, "You need to sleep more, I have no other intentions."
As soon as Chu He raised his left hand, the chain made a rattling sound: "What about this?"
The rupture in his left arm was almost healed, but he was still weak and unable to exert himself. He once tried to break free from the chains, but as long as he struggled a little, his muscles spasmed, his fingers trembled, and there was a long-term ischemic coldness and numbness at the ends of his fingers.
Zhou Hui grabbed his cold-skinned hand, held it in his palm, and rubbed his thumb slightly on the back of his hand. This gesture is actually a bit like a person who loves antiques touching his beloved collection, but his face is calm, and after a while, he said leisurely: "What is this? It's just that the blood vessels inside are not growing well, I'm afraid you're just messing around. ."
"...Then I won't move, can you open it?"
Zhou Hui was silent for a moment, Chu He stared at him without blinking, and after a long while he saw him smile: "Okay, just give me a kiss and I'll open it."
Chu He was stunned.
He slowly poked his head over, almost touching Zhou Hui's nose, smelling the man's vigorous and refreshing breath like a bush.
The smell made him a little stunned, and the tip of his nose could not help but swirl around his cheeks and lips, sniffing lightly, while the breath was entangled, a slight drunkenness rose from the depths of his mind.
"Zhou Hui..." He subconsciously said.
Zhou Hui lowered his eyes to look at him, smiling slightly, as if hiding a little encouragement that was not easily discernible.
Chu He closed his eyes and placed a deep kiss on his warm lips.
The lingering ambiguous breath rose from the darkness, like a blurred dream. But this dream is strangely peaceful and calm, all the hopeless anxiety and the fear of not being able to struggle gradually fade away, turning into a faint star in the sky.
"Phoenix..." Zhou Hui's slightly rough thumb belly rubbed against his cheek, feeling the delicate cold temperature, and let out a low, inaudible sigh.
"My... little phoenix..."
Chu He looked up at him, his sanity was not very clear, and his eyes were still a little slack. At that moment, his eyes filled with water were dazed like a distant boyhood. Even if he wanted to step on the thorns to the abyss, he stumbled and kept going forward.
Zhou Hui pressed his head against his chest, kissed his hair, and then put his hand into his chest.
Chu He was short of breath and struggled slightly, but was quickly pushed down by Zhou Hui. After a while, he stretched out his hand from Chu He's chest, holding a key.
—It was the bronze key that once hung under his heart.
Chu He's pupils suddenly widened, but Zhou Hui leaned down and used the key to open the iron lock on his wrist.
"Your spine lock..." he said leisurely, "not this one."
Chu He's fingertips trembled slightly, but Zhou Hui laughed with a hint of pity in his eyes. He drank the black juice from the teacup on the bedside table and leaned over to feed Chu He.
Probably because of his mood swings, Chu He didn't react at all, all the juice smoothly slipped down his throat between his lips and tongue, Zhou Hui stuck out his tongue and licked off the remaining concoction at the corner of his lips: " Go to sleep, get a good night's sleep."
·
A few weeks later, Chu He was finally allowed to get up, eat liquid food, and walk out of the bedroom.
However, he still couldn't go out. Zhou Hui strictly controlled his range of activities this time, and drew forbidden spells on the windows, balconies, and even the toilet fans.
In fact, he didn't have to, because Chu He's physical strength was not enough to support him to go outside. The temperature at home has been carefully adjusted, and under the warm autumn sun, he often slept on the sofa unconsciously, and then was carried into his arms by Zhou Hui, who was sitting on the edge reading a book, and cuddled with each other until dusk.
Phoenix's extremely poor blood qi was slowly replenished, but the injuries accumulated over the years have not healed, his body is still very weak, and his physical strength has been controlled to a certain extent - that is the effect of the lumbar vertebrae ring lock.
Zhou Hui would sometimes take him from the sofa back to the comfortable big bed in the bedroom after he fell asleep, stroking his lower back, which was deeply concave above his hips, and rubbing the ring that penetrated the lumbar vertebrae over and over again.
From this behavior he seemed to satisfy a secret and forbidding desire, a tragic, yet unspoken, terrifying desire for control by both of them.
·
Occasionally, when Chu He could stay awake for a long time, Zhou Hui would also tell him some things that happened outside.
The investigation into the Snow Mountain Goddess incident is nearing its end, and various aftermaths, including quelling rumors, clearing up dead air, and appeasing all sectors of society, have almost been completed. The initiator of this incident, the corpse of Liao Liang, the third generation of the Red Army from the Military Commission, was found in the tunnel. It was probably corroded to death after inhaling too much dead gas. Before he died, he was lying on the side of an ice coffin, and inside the coffin was him. The remains of Lu Xiaochen's "first love".
Sadly, after investigation, it was found that Lu Xiaochen and Liao Liang were only university classmates before their death, and they never talked about so-called love. Lu Xiaochen and Bo Chao were a couple when they were in college. After graduation, they both went abroad to study, but they never knew Liao Liang's secret love for him. After several years back to China to find a job, he met Liao Liang again by chance, but found that this former college classmate had a crush on him. With an almost coercive pursuit, he immediately chose to stay away in shock, and even withdrew his resume for Liao Liang's company.
But then everything spiraled out of control. Liao Liang made a plan to prevent him from finding a job in the industry, and at the same time greeted the police station and detained Bo Chao. An angry Lu Xiaochen went to Liao Liang to reason, and there was a dispute in his words. Liao Liang kidnapped and imprisoned him under his emotions, and locked him in the single-family villa in his name.
At the same time, under the conscious approach and inducement of the snowy mountain goddess Shakti, Liao Liang decided to kill Bo Chao and eliminate future troubles forever. This is so similar to Shakti's assassination of the Phoenix King, the only difference is that Shakti failed, so he was deprived of his divine status and fell into the six realms of reincarnation. The body was hidden in the concrete walls of the abandoned warehouse.
But what happened next quickly got out of Liao Liang's control.
After learning about Bo Chao's murder, Lu Xiaochen attempted to revenge and assassinate Liao Liang, but soon failed miserably because of his complete inexperience. Under the double blow of physical and psychological, he collapsed. In desperation, he made a very radical move - taking advantage of the lack of strict guards one day, he escaped from Liao Liang's villa and came to the warehouse where Bo Chao was murdered to commit suicide. .
Maybe he just wanted to die with his lover, but the coincidence of the location really helped Zhou Hui quickly find the warehouse and expose their grievances to the world—that's a story later.
After Lu Xiaochen committed suicide, Liao Liang was distraught. He saved the remains of the person he loved in his residence and asked for help from the "banshee in the mirror" who he thought was omnipotent. So Shakti helped him lure a lot of bar boys home, and then killed and buried them after extracting the yang energy, and used the yang energy to keep the last bit of activity on Lu Xiaochen's body; but there was an accident during the extraction of the yang energy that day. As for the bar master turned into a jumping corpse, it attracted the attention of the special department of national security.
Everything that followed was chaotic and out of control. After Shakti got the phoenix soul, she definitely did not use it to resurrect Lu Xiaochen as she had tricked Liao Liang, but was going to use the soul to deal with Zhou Hui in cooperation with the polar world of the thousand-degree mirror; Liao Liang was almost crazy about this, Impatiently, Shakti shoved him into the tunnel, but as soon as the sea of death came out, Liao Liang was cut off under the tunnel.
"—In short, it's a tragedy caused by crazy and twisted love," Zhou Hui leaned on the sofa and flipped lazily while holding the art album: "Love is separated, resentment meets, and nothing is desired, there are three major things in life. It's hard, it's impossible to break through."
Chu He leaned against his arm, and after a long while he said softly, "It's not called love... Even if there is love, Liao Liang is only in love with himself. , I have no regrets about myself..."
Zhou Hui laughed and said lightly, "Darling, what about possessiveness without love? Your logic doesn't make sense."
Chu He did not argue with him. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject: "—What about Yu Fu and them? How did they escape?"
Yu Fu Neng survived because Situ suddenly turned into a scorpion at a critical juncture, blocking the fatal blow of King Jiang Sanshi Ming. Y is a top-level monster that a zombie has cultivated and cultivated. Once the zombie after transforming into appears, it will travel thousands of miles and even have the strength to fight a dragon. Although it is called a beast, it is actually a creature belonging to the realm of hell. .
After the golden retriever appeared, he took off his skin and wrapped Yu Jingzhong and several of his subordinates before the dead sea water submerged the stone chamber, thus winning a precious 20 minutes. Before the skin was eroded away by the sea of dead air, Yu Jingzhong and the others finally found the sewer exit and escaped from the sea of dead air.
However, the skin that contained mana for hundreds of years was completely rotten and turned to ashes, and the golden retriever that lost its skin was downgraded to a drought.
If Situ Yingzhi wanted to return to his peak state from the dry spell, luck, opportunity, and a long time were indispensable. He is the leader of three groups. After the catastrophe, the three groups were severely damaged. In addition, the fifth group was destroyed in the national security turmoil, and the fourth group with and without it was the same - Guoan Group VI. The human resources of the company finally broke through the historical low point again.
Yu Jingzhong issued a summoning order to the second group leader of Wu, who was stationed in the northeast. At the same time, he knocked and attacked several times, asking Zhou Hui to let Chu He come out to rebuild the fourth group, but Zhou Hui did not let go.
As if nothing had happened, he spent a lot of time at home with Chu He every day, even though the latter was groggy most of the time, and his extremely tired and weak body forced him to be silent and submissive.
But Zhou Hui didn't care.
He leaned against the sofa in the living room with Chu He in his arms. Sometimes he would read to him. Under the golden sunlight of the late autumn, he would read the proud and cold Princess Turandot for the first time and fell in love with her madly. , calling her name three times under the tower, announcing that she wants to marry her.
Zhou Hui's voice was deep, deep and full of magnetism, like a pebble thrown into the sun, causing a circle of moving ripples.
This apartment building hidden in a huge city is like a small island in a chaotic world. Facing the upcoming thunder, lightning and wind and rain in the distance, it sticks to the current fragile and short-term tranquility.