Chu He's body finally recovered gradually. When the weather was warm, he was finally allowed to go for a walk in the community garden accompanied by Zhou Hui.
The approval process was not easy, because Zhou Hui was against it from the beginning—he is the kind of person whose inner will is extremely difficult to change, even if his attitude of saying no on the surface is very light. Chu He mentioned it to him many times, he tried everything from a tough attitude to a gentle plea, and in the end he even turned his face a little, and he reluctantly removed the forbidden spell on the door.
But every time he went downstairs, he stayed by Chu He's side. The two walked hand in hand in the garden downstairs. Sometimes they would sit by the fountain and watch the big red koi swimming in the water.
This community is worthy of its shocking high price. The garden covers a vast, beautiful and secluded area. There are clear running water hidden among the trees. There are large bushes of seasonal flowers on the grass, and a white circle around the pool under the palm trees. Tables and chairs, Zhou Hui sometimes brings fresh juices and snacks from home, and spends the afternoon with Chu He at will.
Occasionally in the evening, an adult would take a child out for a walk, and the child would come to eat some snacks, and Chu He smiled, picked up a cake or candy, and placed it in the children's open palms.
He is indeed a person who likes children very much, and he seems to have a natural affinity for those warm, young and soft creatures.
However, Zhou Hui only sat on the side, sometimes reading a book, sometimes taking the platform computer to study something casually, turning a blind eye to the people around him. Occasionally puppies and kittens ran to his feet, and he only gently swept them away with his toes, without even looking away.
He doesn't like those.
He didn't like those young, soft, wailing creatures.
When did it start? Sometimes Chu He looked at him and thought so.
In Chu He's memory, Zhou Hui liked Maha. At least when Maha was still very young and noisy, Zhou Hui often held the baby all night to coax him to sleep, and sometimes put Maha, who had turned into a baby bird, on his shoulders or on top of his head, and climbed to the top of the mountain. Go up and sing the song of sleep to the starry sky.
The warmth of that moment gave people the illusion of being eternal, but in fact it was only a short-lived mirror, and soon it was broken into thousands of pieces in the long river of time.
When Maha was seven or eight years old, he often dreamed of his mother's tragic death.
The scenes in his dreams are so clear and real that he always wakes up crying in the middle of the night. At first, the panicked children came to their parents for comfort. The manic depression that had been accumulating for a long time finally broke out, and when Maha came to knock on the door crying, he bluntly rejected him, leaving the child to cry and choked outside.
Maybe it was from that moment that he looked at Maha with a hint of hatred and fear that even he could not perceive.
He didn't hide it very well. In other words, the child's sensitive and immature mind has actually sensed his father's disgust for him.
Maha became more and more silent, surly, moody, and the frequency of his nightmares sometimes confounded his own distinction between reality and dream. One morning when Fenghuang went to dress him, he suddenly looked at his mother and asked, "Aren't you already dead?" - His eyes were puzzled, his tone was calm, and it seemed that he had been tormented by a long dream, and he had already accepted it from his heart. The "fact" of his mother's death.
Phoenix spent a lot of time with him, not even leaving him half a step all day long, but the chaotic situation was always good and bad, and it came back and forth. In good times, Maha just resented his father and was extremely dependent on his mother; but in bad times, Maha refused to even see his mother, because he could not tell whether her mother was a living person or a ghost.
Zhou Hui's hard work and patience had reached their limit in such a dangerous and chaotic situation.
The second son, Garuda, came at such an inappropriate time.
In fact, now that I think about it, Zhou Hui back then was not as mature, smooth and experienced as he is now. In exchange for the current him, he should be able to deal with this shaky family relationship with more ease, but he had indeed endured to the limit of his ability back then.
After Garuda was born, Zhou Hui's feelings for this child who looked like him were more complicated than love. On the one hand, his natural sense of responsibility for the child is still there, and on the other hand, he is afraid that Garuda will become another Maha, and one day in the future, he will once again foreshadow the end of his renunciation and ruin.
Driven by such complex emotions, he was very restrained in the fatherly love shown by Garuda. Although he fulfilled his responsibility as a father, it was really just a responsibility.
Sometimes he was even afraid of Maha's approach to Garuda. When he saw these two children together, he would feel that fate was hiding behind them like a devil, laughing wildly at him, step by step toward the predetermined ending.
Children are not fools. They may not understand the complex feelings of their fathers, but they instinctively feel who is the most reliable person to rely on. The more rigid and alienated the father, the more compensation and love inspired by the guilt of the mother, and the closer the children will be to Phoenix; in the end, this forms a vicious circle that cannot be stopped like a whirlpool, even when Maha grows up to three. After the 13th Heavenly Retreat, the relationship between Zhou Hui and his second son, Garuda, did not fully recover.
Maybe it was from that time that Zhou Hui didn't like children very much, and later developed to the point where he didn't like all the young, soft creatures that sought shelter from him.
Chu He once tried to change this weird family relationship, but Zhou Hui couldn't do anything about it. He also tried to go to the Thirty-Three Heavens alone to visit Maha, who was meditating in front of the Buddha. He also tried to get close to Garuda, but the results were not very satisfactory. The strange and rigid atmosphere between father and son made each other very embarrassed. .
Phoenix once asked Zhou Hui, if there was no Maha's ethereal "omens", would it be that everything today would not have happened
Zhou Hui thought for a long time and shook his head.
"Maybe I don't have the talent to be a father from the bottom of my heart... The blood sea monsters are low-level creatures that only know how to kill and devour, and rarely estrus and produce offspring; even if there are offspring, they will not have any nurture instinct, because children Born to be competitors and predators of survival resources, even some monsters will produce cubs when resources are scarce, just to use them as food reserves..."
"So sometimes when I see Maha, there's an instinctive sense of urgency and crisis - I know that not only can I not move him, I have to raise him, but one day he'll be my competitor, even before long In the future, it will become an existence that completely replaces me…”
Speaking of this, Zhou Hui gave a rare wry smile, his voice full of heaviness: "—'being replaced' is a very scary thing. Maybe I just projected this fear on the descendants who were too powerful."
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The great thing about Phoenix is that he rarely persuades others to accept his point of view, or force others to convert to the so-called "correct" direction. What Zhou Hui really can't do, even if he thinks it is necessary, he will not ask Zhou Hui to do it again and again.
He respects Zhou Hui's racial instinct as a monster, and also understands his complicated feelings for his descendants.
The thousand-year-long retreat on Mount Sumeru finally freed Maha from the torment of confusion between dreams and reality. During this period, Garuda also slowly grew up. After Maha returned to the human world from thirty-three days, The family lives in Tibet and forms a strange balance on the vast snow-capped plateau.
It's like the top of a snow-capped glacier. Although everyone knows that just a single shout can make 10,000 tons of snow collapse instantly, but at least before the scream erupts, everything is temporarily maintaining a fragile balance.
The avalanche would not have happened without that particular opportunity.
And all the doomed fate, soon began to run.
The golden top of the snow-capped mountains, the peacock swallows the Buddha.
- The 30,000-year Buddha calamity attached to the Phoenix body finally fulfilled it again.
The Buddha broke out of the peacock's spine and descended the most powerful scourge in history. Hundreds of millions of thunderstorms turned the glaciers into flat ground, cut off the cross-flow of the Brahmaputra, and the turbulent floods submerged the vast Wanli Plain.
The peacock struggled in pain in the sky of electric light, its screams shook the nine heavens and ten places, and feathers and flesh fell on the collapsed ground like a torrential rain; the phoenix wanted to rush to the sky to rescue, but was pressed down by Zhou Hui, and he was not allowed to go. One step into the minefield.
Until the last streak of the billions of thunder tribulations, which was also the most intense thunderbolt that concentrated the wrath of all gods and Buddhas, the peacock finally had only the last strand of his true soul left, showing a scarred phantom from the sky and the earth. The bleeding head stretched out in front of Phoenix, and finally rubbed his mother's hand: "Goodbye... Mother."
The phoenix burst into a heart-piercing scream, forcibly broke free from the nine-nine-eighty-one magic bans, screamed and transformed into a real body and rushed into the sky, withstood the final blow with his body!
- With that single blow, the phoenix was smashed to pieces and burned to the ground.
The charred phoenix skeleton was swept by the collapsed earth, and with the flood and snow flow, it was deeply immersed under the glaciers of the Himalayas, and never saw the light of day again.
—That was the starting point of all turmoil and separation.
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"What are you thinking?"
Zhou Hui raised his head from the tablet computer, and saw Chu He staring blankly at the child in the distance, who was being led by his parents, carrying a schoolbag and laughing and yelling, and did not move.
"Nothing..." Chu He sighed almost silently, and turned the book in his hand.
Zhou Hui held down his hand, rubbed his thumb lightly on the back of his hand, and suddenly said after a while, "Yu Fu's little girl is two years old this year. She is very docile and quiet, and she never causes trouble..."
"A child you can endure must have the characteristic of being quiet and not causing trouble?" Chu He couldn't help laughing and crying, and said, "Forget it, I've already given up half my life now, let's talk about it later."
He put away the book, had lost any interest, went to the pool and squatted down, watching the sparkling blue water in the sunset, and the white, round pebbles on the steps.
A puppy ran up to him shaking his head. Chu He looked around and saw that no one was walking the dog. He thought to himself, where did this come from quietly? He straightened out the long golden-brown fur of the puppy, and it rubbed Chu He's fingers with its warm and moist nose, making him laugh involuntarily.
Zhou Hui looked back at them from the chair, his eyes fixed on Chu He's face, his eyes fascinated and stunned.
"Go back," Chu He said, standing up from the pool.
However, he was too anemic. After squatting for a long time and then suddenly standing up, he immediately became dizzy, and he stepped back half a step subconsciously, stepping on the smooth cobblestone of the steps.
The next second, he slipped backwards and fell into the pool.
Whoa!
Chu He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the sofa!
Zhou Hui couldn't dodge in time, and sat stiffly by the sofa, holding his hand without saying a word.
Chu He panted slightly and looked around, only to see that he was sitting on the large sofa of his own house, the living room had no lights on, the door outside the entrance was closed, and it was already dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The setting sun, the dog, the pool... It was like an absurd dream, which disappeared as soon as I opened my eyes.
"...Illusion," Chu He murmured in disbelief, looking at Zhou Hui: "Is that an illusion just now? You created it for me?"
Zhou Hui's face was cold and hard, but he didn't speak.
Chu He broke free from his hand, rolled over, and went straight to the door. But then Zhou Hui turned around and held him down, ignoring his resistance, dragged him back and pressed it on the sofa: "Are you crazy? There is a magic ban on the door, if you want to get burned, just go, go. !"
Zhou Hui's voice was fierce, but he held his hand like iron pliers without any relaxation. Chu He finally understood in an instant that the "going out for a walk" during this period of time was all an illusion created by Zhou Hui.
This absurd fact made him feel a chill in his heart, and he crawled along his limbs into his brain, even his voice was a little unsteady: "What on earth are you trying to do... Zhou Hui? Do you want to keep me locked up like this?"
Zhou Hui didn't answer, Chu He broke his hand away, but was grabbed by the shoulders and pressed firmly on the back of the sofa!
"Let go, Zhou Hui! What are you trying to do, it's crazy!"
"I know what I'm doing." Zhou Hui's tone was calm: "You can't walk half a step out of this door without my permission."
"Do you want to lock me up forever?!"
"I can do this," Zhou Hui said.
Chu He looked at his face, the lights in the living room were not turned on, and the street lights of the community outside the floor-to-ceiling windows passed through the treetops, through the glass, and reflected on half of his face with deep lines, and the corners of his lips were not curved like a knife.
He is serious.
Chu He stared at him, panting slightly, and after a long while he made a slightly stiff voice after forcibly suppressed: "Why... is this necessary?"
Zhou Hui looked at him deeply, showing an indescribable sneer for a while: "I said I didn't want to hear the reason why you stopped me from killing King Ming III, I'll check it myself..."
"—I found out."
Chu He's eyes changed slightly, and then Zhou Hui held his chin with his thumb, forcing him to look up at himself.
"Remember that during the national security turmoil, you single-handedly challenged all members of the fifth group in the hospital, and everyone was taken away by you and turned into a vegetative state? These people were later escorted back to the special underground prison. One dies..."
"—I'm surprised. In such a fierce fighting state, it is more difficult to ensure that everyone is not fatally injured than to avoid injury to yourself. Why do you put so much effort into doing this?"
"So I asked Situ Xiansan to investigate. Although it took a little time because he was seriously injured, last week, he finally investigated an even more surprising fact..."
Zhou Hui paused and looked directly into Chu He's pupils:
"Situ told me that a few people in the fifth group were seriously injured and dying during the battle with you, but they were rescued by you immediately with first aid—that is to say, you deliberately showed mercy and saved everyone's lives. life."
Chu He stared at him, and said lightly, "I'm kind to the enemy, and you're not the first to know about it."
"It was indeed the first day that I knew," Zhou Hui laughed.
"I recalled your previous battle records. A long time ago, you had no scruples when you subdued demons, and you would kill if you should. There was never any abnormality; but slowly, starting from hundreds of years ago, you suddenly became unusually soft-hearted. I have never sent anyone to hell, and I have even been suspected of deliberately releasing water several times."
"Your behavior is too unreasonable. Contacting this time you stopped me from killing King Ming of the Third World, I couldn't help but have a seemingly absurd, but very realistic guess—"
Zhou Hui paused, leaning over the Chu River, his voice was as light as a demon: "You didn't comprehend the Dharma with your knowledge, you were named King Ming for your combat achievements. That is to say, if your combat achievements are further improved, the next step You will be sealed further up - and the necessary condition for being sealed is to pass the catastrophe."
"Now in your practice book, the item of combat merit is already full."
"Now you can't have any more lives in your hands, otherwise your cultivation will suddenly reach the top, and the thunder will be smashed down immediately. You, who don't even have your true body, will be slashed to death in the thunder tribulation that fills the sky..."
Chu He struggled fiercely, and Zhou Hui immediately rolled over and straddled his narrow waist, covering his mouth with strong hands, pressing him tightly under him with ease.
This action was full of repression and humiliation. Chu He's eyes were slightly moist due to the lack of breathing. Zhou Hui stared at him, his nerves washed by anger unexpectedly spread an unspeakable excitement: "So you go. Find Fanluo, because Demon Venerable can eliminate thunder tribulation in its heyday."
He leaned down, his hot breath almost sprayed on the corners of Chu He's reddish eyes, and said word by word: "But I'm just curious, why don't you come to me?"
"—You know that even if I smash my body to pieces, I will definitely keep you from hurting your hair, why not, come, find, me?!"
The last ray of skylight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was hidden under the horizon, and the darkness swept in like a river, drowning the last trace of reason.
Chu He burst out with power out of nowhere, suddenly overturned Zhou Hui, got up and rushed out of the gate!
But then, Zhou Hui reached out and grabbed him, dragged him across the coffee table, tossed it to the ground, and tore his shirt into pieces with a stab!
"—Zhou Hui!"
"I said, don't really force me into that share..." Zhou Hui inserted his fingers deep into the messy hair on the back of Chu He's head, and leaned into his ear and whispered, "Otherwise, you won't be able to cry. "
He easily peeled off the last bit of cover from the person under him, pressed the beautiful face to the cold floor, and watched the pale snow-white skin covered by the loose hair on the temples. Such an embarrassed appearance made him feel deep in his heart. Brutal sadism, from every nerve ending, into the brain like lightning.
The gas in Zhou Hui's lungs was extremely hot, and the sky-high anger and jealousy made him extremely excited. He didn't even take off his clothes, but only opened the chain of his pants, and the hot and hard organs could not wait to pop out.
Chu He was held down by his face, and he gasped in pain as he struggled: "Light... light!"
Fortunately, he couldn't see what the genitals looked like at the moment, otherwise he might risk his life to struggle to escape. However, all the resistance at this moment will only have a more tragic counter-effect. As soon as the slight pleading voice fell, the fire in Zhou Hui's heart exploded.
He didn't even do the expansion, but he held the small and tender entrance and pushed his head fiercely!
Chu He let out a painful groan: "...Ah!"
He hadn't experienced this for a long time, the corridor was extremely tight and dry, and the moment of friction gave Zhou Hui an explosive pleasure. Zhou Hui's conditioned reflex pushed himself into it, and the force even made a sharp squeezing sound. The electric stimulation almost made him go crazy with excitement.
"Did your unworthy first love ever do this to you? Huh?" He asked Chu He repeatedly, looking at those beautiful eyes that were lost from the pain, and suddenly closed because of the extreme humiliation , the twisted pleasure in his heart suddenly overwhelmed everything: "I asked you what, do you hear me?"
Chu He's long eyelashes almost formed a fan-shaped shadow, and he was constantly shivering from the fierce confrontation and the humiliation one after another. He gritted his teeth, and the saliva he didn't have time to swallow ran down the corner of his mouth to the ground, and was wiped off by Zhou Hui with his thumb.
"Tsk tsk, so much water is flowing, and the bottom is so wet..."
The hole in the hole spasmed, and the huge penis was tightly grasped, but the water quickly flowed down the thigh, and made a clear squeak with the backlash. The sound made Zhou Hui extremely excited. Every impact was exactly on the most fatal point, tossing and turning fiercely, then completely backed out, followed by a piling-like heavy jacking.
"It's so tight, you don't want me?" Zhou Hui took the tip of his ear and asked, breathing heavily, "Why are you so thirsty? Huh? You want more, right?"
Chu He gripped the carpet tightly with his fingers and let out an unbearable moan. The next second, the murder weapon that erupted in his body suddenly grew even bigger, and even squeezed him alive and screamed: "Zhou... Zhou Hui! Don't do this!"
"Don't do it?" Zhou Hui asked with a devilish smile, maintaining this inserted posture, turning his whole body into a monster at a speed visible to the naked eye: "—Is this not necessary?"
The sharp claws of the beast pressed on Chu He's hand, and the genitals were mercilessly inserted, and the tragically twisted soft flesh was suddenly convulsed!
Chu He shivered and let out a cry of "Ah!", but then there was a crunching sound of water from where the plug was inserted. The water was so sticky and slippery that it flowed down the floor along his thighs, and even got wet with monster oil. Glowing fur.
"—I'll say you like it," the monster's muscular beast body completely pressed against Chu He's bare body, as if treating a mother beast, violently thrusting and contradicting, staring at him condescendingly, a mixture of pain, humiliation and lust With a beautiful face, he said coldly: "You like this, only in this way can you be obedient, only in this way can you..."
His thick and shiny genitals withdrew, deliberately dawdling for a moment, so that Chu He was shaken and tossed by his body, which was repeatedly scorched by lust.
Zhou Hui could almost hear the sigh of contentment from the twisted and crazy soul in him. It was a pleasure that made him tremble more than a climax.
"I want to be fucked so much, eh? Why is it so itchy?…"
Like torture, he inserted the murder weapon into the hot and humid hole again, and the feeling of being forced to swallow it made the beast's pupils blood red, and the sharp claws even left four scratches on Chu He's beautiful and thin back.
Normally it should be very stinging, but at this moment it is like a whip full of electric current, slamming the nerves that are quivering with pleasure stimulation.
Chu He's eyes were distracted, his mind was blank, and he didn't even notice that he was pressed by the beast's wrist with a roar. The next second, the ferocious weapon in his body suddenly entered a deeper place, and the depth was almost a bit terrifying. Chu He struggled unconsciously, and then the beast grabbed his fragile neck.
That's how beasts copulate, Zhou Hui did it on purpose. He treats him like this on purpose, this beautiful woman who is always high in the clouds and full of compassion, now she can only be held under him like a female beast, accepting everything helplessly, and being ravaged like a pool of spring mud .
This is mine, Zhou Hui thought.
Even every crumbled moan, every trembling breath, is mine.
The monster's genitals finally stretched out the barbs and got stuck in the deepest and most tender part of the body, and began to ejaculate violently. The hot semen was completely injected into the body, and not a single drop came out during the long process, and even after he exited, it would stay inside this beautiful body for a long time.
That is the most complete insult and possessiveness.
Chu He was so scalded that his consciousness collapsed, his mind became unconscious, and his fingers spasmed on the floor. The beast leaned over him, occupying this shivering and soft naked body like an overlord, and slightly bumped against him when he ejaculated. It was not until the end of the long ejaculation that he licked the corners of his lips with an aloof look and licked the lewdness that was too late to swallow. saliva, and then licked and kissed until his belly was slightly bulged by the semen.
Chu He shrank his body reflexively, but was dragged by the overstimulated back acupoint, causing him to let out a collapsed gasp again unconsciously.
"You obviously need me so much..." Zhou Hui whispered, raising his head and kissing his sweat-soaked temples and cheeks that were as white as water.
The irritability in his eyes gradually faded, and a condescending, forbearing warmth slowly emerged.
"You clearly love me so much..."
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This time, Chu He slept for a day and a night, unconscious, and his consciousness was completely broken. He didn't even know how many times he was fed the concoction in his sleep.
And Zhou Hui seemed to have regained his composure, as if the anger and jealousy that had swept through everything that day had disappeared without a trace—or, once again, he had been deeply buried under the appearance that he didn't seem to care.
He even had the leisure to take Chu He to the balcony to sit for a while without Chu He knowing it, watching the sunlight reflected on the ends of his long eyelashes, like thousands of tiny golden dots. He slowly studied the person's eyebrows and facial features, and seemed to want to find something that was not good enough, but no matter how he looked at it, he would remember the first time he met in the 33rd layer of heaven that year. It slipped away, leaving no trace of time on that face.
Zhou Hui lowered his head and looked at his still strong hands.
—Maybe the one who will gradually weaken and disappear with the passage of time is only me.
On the third day, when Chu He woke up from his sleep, Zhou Hui had a normal attitude as if nothing had happened. He lightly cooked, watered the flowers, chatted with him, and put his head on his lap to watch TV. , not mentioning the lifting of the ban and the illusion at all.
His performance really seemed to be planning to keep Chu He locked up for the rest of his life.
- However, this is doomed to be impossible.
On the afternoon of the third day, Yu Jingzhong called Zhou Hui and told him bluntly, "I need you to come over immediately, stop playing that boring game of imprisonment, and bring Feng Si here too."
Zhou Hui turned over on the sofa, his face still resting on Chu He's lap, "What's wrong?"
"Here we are," Yu Jingzhong said, "now a very strange situation has arisen."
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"You obviously need me so much..." Zhou Hui whispered, raising his head and kissing his sweat-soaked temples and cheeks that were as white as water.
The irritability in his eyes gradually faded, and a condescending, forbearing warmth slowly emerged.
"You clearly love me so much..."
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This time, Chu He slept for a day and a night, unconscious, and his consciousness was completely broken. He didn't even know how many times he was fed the concoction in his sleep.
And Zhou Hui seemed to have regained his composure, as if the anger and jealousy that had swept through everything that day had disappeared without a trace—or, once again, he had been deeply buried under the appearance that he didn't seem to care.
He even had the leisure to take Chu He to the balcony to sit for a while without Chu He knowing it, watching the sunlight reflected on the ends of his long eyelashes, like thousands of tiny golden dots. He slowly studied the person's eyebrows and facial features, and seemed to want to find something that was not good enough, but no matter how he looked at it, he would remember the first time he met in the 33rd layer of heaven that year. It slipped away, leaving no trace of time on that face.
Zhou Hui lowered his head and looked at his still strong hands.
—Maybe the one who will gradually weaken and disappear with the passage of time is only me.
On the third day, when Chu He woke up from his sleep, Zhou Hui had a normal attitude as if nothing had happened. He lightly cooked, watered the flowers, chatted with him, and put his head on his lap to watch TV. , not mentioning the lifting of the ban and the illusion at all.
His performance really seemed to be planning to keep Chu He locked up for the rest of his life.
- However, this is doomed to be impossible.
On the afternoon of the third day, Yu Jingzhong called Zhou Hui and told him bluntly, "I need you to come over immediately, stop playing that boring game of imprisonment, and bring Feng Si here too."
Zhou Hui turned over on the sofa, his face still resting on Chu He's lap, "What's wrong?"
"We are here," Yu Jingzhong paused and said, "There is an unprecedented situation now."