The night is like water.
Bamboo House.
The slender fingertips pressed against his eyebrows.
But it seemed to grab his neck and pressed against his heart.
He couldn't move.
Not even thinking.
"I would like to... become a fairy." Demon Venerable said hoarsely.
He raised his head slightly, and reverently placed a kiss on the other's fingertip.
The other party didn't speak, but the other hand dragging the chain slowly stroked the back of his head and gently pressed him into his arms.
He smelled a cool fragrance.
floating on his nose. like moonlight. like ice and snow. Like the snow calendula he held in his hand many years ago.
The aroma formed an invisible net that completely enveloped him, teaching him to fall into a vortex with no way to escape.
Why is this so.
Demon Venerable couldn't understand.
It was not him who was imprisoned, nor was the person who was clinking with chains on his limbs, but in the shredding sound, it seemed that every inch of his flesh and blood was entangled in silk threads. His blood was rushing, and his ferocious animal nature taught him that he couldn't help but want to turn over and grab the neck of his prey and bite, but that buoyant warmth that taught people to nostalgize, made the little humanity he already had left to survive.
He is greedy for this warmth and wants to keep more.
Moonlight Flowing Photos.
Ye Yunlan's pure white hair poured down like snow on Demon Venerable's chest.
He lowered his head to kiss Demon Zun's handsome face.
It's just that such a move seems a bit difficult for him.
It seems that something is involved, his eyebrows are slightly raised, and the golden eyes are condensed with water, as if they are about to drip on the cheeks of Demon Venerable.
He asked Demon Venerable, "How??"
The Demon Venerable looked at his face reverently and obsessively, and said, "Very...very good."
Ye Yunlan: "You forgot to run the exercises."
Demon Venerable: "I... forgot?"
Ye Yunlan: "You forgot."
When speaking, Ye Yunlan looked a little tired and tired. He is already very tired.
So it was temporarily stopped.
The water-like moonlight outside the window soaked his thin back, and the wind blew the white hair on his shoulders, and a few strands of it brushed on the Demon Venerable's cheek.
The Demon Venerable murmured, "The Immortal Chief is here... It's so quiet."
The tumultuous cries in the ears have stopped, and the surging shadows around have stopped dancing, dormant beside them. Rarely, he actually heard insects chirping outside the window.
Ye Yunlan said?: "Really."
Demon Venerable's red eyes were full of obsession.
He said: "I seem to be able to see some colors gradually. Only the... colors on the master's body."
Ye Yunlan took a low breath and repeated: "...Really."
A bit of confusion suddenly appeared on the Demon Venerable's face.
"Why is Shizun's hair all... white? And Shizun's eyes..."
Ye Yunlan didn't answer.
It's just that the chain on his body has made a fine sound again, and the warm spiritual power is transferred into the Demon Venerable body through the operation of the exercise.
His movements were slow and difficult, with tears in his golden pupils looking down at the Demon Venerable, and there were some things that the Demon Venerable couldn't see clearly and could not distinguish clearly.
Thrilling.
The boundless anger entangled in his chest was washed away by the warm current, and the blood-red world that was shattered and fragmented, on the ground where the sea of blood was surging and the corpses were all over, actually gave birth to a pure white flower.
He has a piece of pure land all his own.
In the pure land, he felt a rare warmth and tranquility.
The inextricable madness and obsession accumulated over the past 30 years seems to have finally found its source. Amidst the turbulent warm currents, the turbulent brain has barely regained the ability to think soberly.
So he was obsessively rolling in this pure land, reluctant to leave for a long time, and even wanted to occupy more land to absorb more warmth.
But suddenly he felt a hot tear drop on his cheek.
When I opened my eyes, I saw white hair like frost and moonlight like flowing.
His master lay on his chest with extreme exhaustion, like a soft spring snow that spreads out.
Heavy chains were shackled to his limbs, and his wrist bones were bruised red.
Demon Venerable was stunned for a moment.
He suddenly raised his hand and carefully embraced the snow in his arms, as if he was embracing the treasure that he cherished the most but was about to shatter.
He undid the chains on the other's limbs, kissed the other's pale cheek again, and whispered
"Master, I'm sorry..."