The pain of the tattoo is long, and it will not subside in a while.
Eyelashes were wet and heavy with sweat.
He frowned and looked at the bronze mirror, where the blue flowers bloomed along the tail vertebra, flanked by two slightly concave waist fossa, like honey fruit falling between the flowers.
The Demon Venerable's hand held his waist, causing him to look back, his warm breath sprayed on his shoulders and neck.
"Xianchang, do you like the flowers I left for you?"
He was so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger. He leaned against Demon Venerable's chest and said in a low voice, "What kind of flower is this?"
"Longevity Flower."
He said, "I... have never seen this kind of flower before."
Demon Venerable laughed hoarsely and said, "Of course you have never seen it before. This is the most beautiful flower I found from those 'memory'." He was startled.
After spending many years with Demon Venerable, he knew what the "memory" the other party said was about.
The origin of the Demon Venerable has always been a mystery.
He seemed to be born out of nowhere, and as soon as he was born, he controlled the Demon Sect with an unparalleled power, and cultivated the Nine-Turn Heavenly Demon Body, which no one had been able to successfully cultivate for hundreds of years, to Mahayana.
The world is both fearful and fearful of the Demon Venerable, and no one dares to ask the Demon Venerable for doubts.
Only he knows.
Mozun comes from Moyuan.
This is what the Demon Venerable personally told him.
Mozun said that he was born in the Demon Abyss, a monster that climbed out of the Demon Abyss.
Beneath the demonic abyss, there are countless dark and dirty worlds, as well as the evil thoughts of resentful souls, and countless evil things. They devour each other and fight for the right to "live".
In order to "live", Demon Venerable absorbed countless evil spirits, and at the same time absorbed the remaining memories of the evil spirits.
Mozun once told him jokingly that he was born a demon, a natural monster, and asked him if he was afraid.
But he only felt that it was a miracle in itself that the other party could retain his id consciousness amid so many evil thoughts and memories, instead of becoming an irrational monster.
Although Demon Venerable didn't say it clearly, he also guessed that the memories of those evil spirits should be filled with chaos and slaughter, which could drive a normal soul into madness.
Every full night of the month, Demon Venerable's loss of control also shows this.
But now Mozun said that he found the most beautiful flower for him in those bloody and chaotic memories.
He felt the tip of his ear a little hot, turned his head, and stopped looking at the amazingly gorgeous flower.
Mozun said, "I'm the only one in this world who can give you flowers like this. Xianchang, you haven't told me yet, whether you like it or not."
He was tossed so badly just now, pursed his lips, did not answer the Demon Venerable's question, and said in a low voice: "How do you know there is no second person in the world to send me flowers like this."
"Because this flower is what I saw in the memory of an ancient ghost. It was extinct thousands of years ago. No one in the world can take it off and give it to you. And if I give it like this..." The Demon Venerable put his fingertips on his waist. Shang scratched, "Who else in this world can be as close to you as me? If there is..."
He said, his hoarse voice suddenly revealed a bit of hostility, "If anyone dares to touch you, this deity will definitely teach him not to transcend forever."
The Demon Venerable's words seemed to mean something.
His body has been soaked in medicinal baths for many years, his senses are so sharp that his waist is really unbearable.
The Demon Venerable seemed to feel something, so he softened his voice and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Immortal Chief, tell me quickly, are the flowers good-looking?"
He was silent for a while, and finally said softly: "It's beautiful."
After a pause, his voice became even lower, "It's just that you said this flower was reserved for me and wanted me to remember you forever, but why did you stab in this place... I usually don't see it."
The tattoo on the brand's back can only be seen after removing the clothes and turning around to the bronze mirror deliberately.
Since you want him to remember him forever, why not engrave it in a more conspicuous place.
… so that he can see it all the time.
Mozun understood what he meant, and suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly, and laughed lowly, his chest heaving and heaving with laughter.
But he didn't understand why the Demon Venerable was suddenly so happy.
After a long time, the laughter of Demon Venerable subsided, but the strength of hugging him did not lessen, and the hoarse voice whispered in his ear: "Xianchang, are you blaming me?"
Hearing this, he shook his head uncomfortably.
The tips of the ears were hotter.
Demon Venerable said: "Actually at the beginning, I also wanted to put the thorns in more conspicuous places. For example, the neck, such as the collarbone... For example, the heart." His hot big hand touched those places inch by inch, causing him to tremble for a while, and then Said, "But I can't bear it."
"I want the fairy to remember me forever, but I think that you will think of me when you see flowers in the future, and I feel distressed. After thinking about it, I decided to imprint the tattoo on a place where I can see it alone. And you , and when you want to see it later, you can see it…”
The Demon Venerable stroked the petals of the flower with his fingertips, paused, and continued, "...and when you don't want to see it, you can disappear."
After listening, his fingertips trembled, and he suddenly spoke. "I don't want to see flowers, I just want to see you."
This time, it was the Demon Venerable's turn to be silent.
"Xianchang," after a long time, the Demon Venerable spoke, his voice hoarse, "In this world, everyone will leave after all, but it's only sooner or later."
He stopped talking.
The Demon Venerable hugged him tightly and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, the material I just used to tattoo you is the Primordial Youyun Essence. I searched for this thing for a long time before I finally found it. Fading. And I've heard that the faster the blood flows, the brighter the color on it... I don't know if it's true or not."
Demon Venerable smiled and said in his ear: "I just didn't look carefully enough, Immortal Master, why don't we try again?"
He was already very tired, and if it were the past, he would definitely refuse. But today, he was silent for a long time, but just leaned on the other's shoulder and whispered.
"good."
The black hair spread like a cloud, and he was soft on the soft bedding, like the snow on the top of the mountain melting away.
And in the bronze mirror.
The man shrouded in darkness slowly lowered his head, and kissed the more and more beautifully blooming flower on the tail vertebra with reverence.
- "Brother is picking flowers, is it for someone you like?"
Walking in the flower valley, all kinds of flowers bloom around, which is dazzling enough.
The mountain breeze is still gentle by his side, and Nian'er's voice is lively.
He was slightly startled, "Why do you say that?"
Nian'er said as a matter of course: "Because everyone did this before."
Before... It was about ten thousand years before what Nian'er said.
In ancient times, customs should have been much different from today.
He was about to explain, but listened to Nian'er excitedly and continued: "My emperor once taught Nian'er that different flowers have different meanings, and Nian'er still remembers it."
She stretched out her little hand and pointed to different flowers in the flower valley.
"This is Xiweihua, which represents warm and sincere pursuit and yearning; this is purple iris, which represents secret and deep love and admiration; this is water rose, which represents long-lasting water and mutual understanding; and the longevity flower that my brother just picked. , represents... is... um, let Nian'er think about it... "
Nian'er tilted her head in thought.
After a long while, he clapped his hands and said happily.
"The longevity flower represents the love that never withers and never changes to death."