The ink burned and didn't answer, or he couldn't answer, he stepped forward and hugged Chu nightning involuntarily.
"… What’s wrong with you?"
In his arms is a cool shirt and a warm body.
"Why are you crying?"
He doesn't know, dream, real
He is no longer clear, but in the red lotus waterside, there is no body lying coldly in the night of Chu, his master is still alive, and he is still worried that the joints of Yeyoushen are not flexible enough, and he is considering whether to apply tung oil or varnish.
This seems to be enough.
He was addicted to it for a while and didn't want to wake up again.
He and Chu Wanning completed the mecha man, and it was already late, so he took Chu Wanning back to the room, just like the previous life, lingering with him and rubbing his ears.
In the dream, Chu nightning is not so docile, he always has such a ruthlessness, and he can't let it go.
Even if the joy between the bed and the bed is extreme, when venting out, he often bites his lower lip, with water vapor in his phoenix eyes, but he doesn't say a word, but his breathing is heavy and unstoppable.
The candlelight did not go out, and the lanterns reflected the face of the person under him, and the ink burned almost obsessively staring at his confused appearance. He stared at Chu Wanning's facial features, eyebrows and eyes, staring at Chu Wanning's black eyes , with the shadow of a candle in his eyes.
The candle shadow swayed, like petals falling from the deep pool.
When the ink burned rhythmically, the petals swayed and floated in the pool water, the ripples opened round and round, and finally the moist water vapor slipped from the end of Chu Wanning's eyes and was kissed by the ink.
He knows very well what kind of person Chu nightning is. If he doesn't use love medicine, it is difficult to climax in love. His self-control is really good to regret.
But so what
Tears are uncontrollable, and so is the rapid breathing. It doesn't matter if you don't cry. It's good to see him being fucked to the point of crying, until his face flushes and his eyes are lost.
It was a beautiful night, and it was only at Yin Shi that they embraced each other and fell asleep.
The ink burned tightly and hugged the people in his arms. They were sweating with each other. The hot and humid body was against the hot and humid body, and even the temples were stuck to the cheeks.
He tenderly and lingeringly kissed Chu nightning's earlobe and neck, holding him tighter in his arms.
"That's fine, Master, now that you're by my side, that's fine."
He fell asleep.
He opened his eyes and was shocked that Chu nightning was no longer on the side of his couch.
"Master?!"
Qi Ran sat up.
Then he saw that Chu nightning was standing by the half-open Xuan window, it was already dawn, and there was light rain outside the window.
The ink burned a sigh of relief, and he reached out to him: "Master, come here..."
But Chu nightning did not move, he was dressed neatly, white clothes like snow, quietly looking at the man on the bed. Mo Ran stared at him, and suddenly a strong unease rose from his heart.
Chu nightning said to him: "Ink burning, I should go."
"Go?" He was stunned, the mattress was still hot, there was a broken hair on the pillow, and there was a faint sultry breath, but Chu nightning stood in front of him, but it seemed to be separated by a lake and a sea, so Sparse, the ink burned anxiously, "Where are you going? This is the red lotus waterside, it is your home, we are already at home, where are you going?"
Chu nightning shook his head. He turned his face and looked at the gradually paleness outside the window. He said: "There is no time, and the sky is about to dawn."
"Night Ning!!"
Just a wink.
The house was empty, and there was nothing left.
He hurriedly got up from the bed and put on his clothes, not even bothering to put on his shoes and socks, so he stumbled out the door.
The wind blew away overnight, and thousands of snow fell. Most of the splendid begonia flowers from last night had been knocked down. The remaining flowers covered the steps, tables and chairs. On the stone table, there was a finished night wandering god, metal gloves and a file. It was left aside, as if Chu nightning had just left, as if Chu nightning would come back at any time.
"Wanning? Wanning!"
He frantically ran around the red lotus pavilion, looking for it, but he kept avoiding the lotus pond, and subconsciously he didn't dare to go to the lotus pond, he didn't dare to go...
But he finally walked over in despair.
Barefoot, stepping on the icy cold bluestone road.
He stopped at a long distance from the lotus pond, and went all the way up from the pale toes, and finally he could see a face with no color.
He widened his eyes in a daze, and he saw the man lying in the lotus pond from a distance, the same way he saw almost every day in the last two years before he died in his previous life.
Lying in the depths of the lotus flower, with a body that has never rotted, and a clean robe, what is the difference between it and when you are alive
… What's the difference! ! !
He walked over step by step.
near.
closer.
As long as you go further, you will be able to come to the edge of the pool, and you will be able to see every single eyelash of his. After death, it looks like the slightly frowned sword eyebrows, the phoenix eyes that are no longer open.
But he hesitated and knelt down.
Kneeling his knees on the slate, he knelt and curled up, trembling and trembling for a while, he suddenly thought of the elixir that Mr. Liu gave him, the elixir that could bring back the dead, so he was ecstatic, his fingers trembled and curled up. , rummaging through the Qiankun bag, he took out the contents one by one.
"Elixir... Elixir... I want that elixir that can bring the dead back to life... Where's the elixir!!! Where's the elixir?!!!"
After digging out everything, he turned the entire Qiankun bag upside down, not even letting go of the needle and thread gaps to touch it.
But no.
The elixir is gone, the elixir is not in it.
Or maybe he just hit Mr. Liu and got the elixir. Was that also a dream
No, it's all a dream, one after another...
He collapsed, his consciousness was disjointed, he desperately raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks and eyelids, he murmured: "No, yes... I clearly put it in... elixir... there are elixir... yes … some… "
He searched frantically again, and knelt hysterically in front of Chu nightning's corpse. His eyes were full of terrifying glow, but his voice became more and more choked and desperate, and he finally leaned down. I burst into tears.
"I put it in, I put it in!!"
He swiped away the scattered debris in front of him with his palm, and countless tinkling porcelain vases rolled down and even shattered. He knelt down and rubbed forward among the broken pieces, and the pieces pierced into his flesh and knees. , he didn't care, he crawled towards the man lying in the lotus pond.
He finally carried him out of the pool and hugged this icy body tightly in his arms.
- That was something he always wanted to do in his previous life, but never did.
He was holding the body of Chu Wanning, the drizzle was still lingering, and the sky was lit up layer by layer, but it had nothing to do with them. Kissing his nose, eyelashes, lips.
"Master... I beg you... Just take care of me... I beg you..."
At that moment, his figure and the orphan who was once on the mass grave, hugging his mother's rotten body, collapsed and howled, begging the passing gentleman to bury him and his mother together.
That year, he was only five years old. A five-year-old who vowed never to see a loved one again was left rotting and crumbling in front of him.
In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and the thirty-two-year-old Ta Xianjun hugged his master's body, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes touching the body and crying.
It was a body that was indistinguishable from before his death. He did it, and he could make the dead look like a living person. The corpse even seemed to have a faint blood color under the skin, as if it had fallen asleep peacefully.
This time, he didn't beg anyone to bury him and Chu nightning deep underground.
But Step Xianjun himself buried himself alive. On the day after Chu Wanning died, he drank a jar of pear blossom white. Then every day, he was in a tomb of the living dead called Honglian Shuixie. Here, drunk and dreaming. Since that day, he has buried himself.
"Master, take care of me..."
"Ink burns!"
"You... take care of me..."
He vaguely heard someone calling him, a familiar voice. It was dark again, so he grabbed a piece of driftwood like a man on the verge of drowning, someone stretched out his hand to him, he choked up and held the man tightly, "Don't go, I won't do anything bad or bad. , and never make you angry again..."
He grabbed the man's fingers and intertwined them with his.
He smelled the faint fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of crabapples.
"I have the elixir of life, but I... I don't know why, I can't find it... I can't find it, but can you please not go, please..." He followed the warm Where the body was, he hugged the body, "Please, I'd rather..."
"I'd rather die than me."
"Ink burning! Wake up!"
But he couldn't wake up, the pain was deeper than the sea, he was about to drown, he couldn't wake up.
His throat was choked up, he hugged the person who was calling him tightly, and his eyelashes were actually wet: "The person I would rather die is me, Master..."
"Dog thing! What are you doing! Hey!"
Suddenly a person rushed over and grabbed him, and then there was chaos around him, and someone poured a bucket of ice-cold water between his lips and teeth.
The ink burned suddenly, and the water was cold like a thousand-year-old ice, almost freezing his lungs.
He opened his eyes suddenly!
"… "
The first thing that catches his eye is Jiang Xi's gloomy face, holding a cyan jade bottle in his hand. Obviously, he just filled him with the contents of the bottle.
"I… "
As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't say more for a while.
Then he looked around and found that he had returned to the ancestral temple, and the cold sweat had soaked his clothes. People around him looked at him strangely, especially Xue Meng, whose face was blue and white for a while, very unsightly.
He was lying on the knees of Chu nightning, his hands tightly holding the waist of Chu nightning, the solemn and respectful clothes that Chu nightning originally wore, have been pulled into a mess by him in the dream, and the robes of the robes are all slid to the shoulder.
Ink burning: "..."
He didn't... He didn't say anything he shouldn't have said
Chu nightning's face is not good-looking, but he is somewhat calm. He said: "Why is a person running so fast?"
"Master, I... I just... "
"You've been stunned." Jiang Xi put away the jade bottle, stood up again, lowered her eyes and said, "Take a rest, I'm feeding you Broken Dream Cold Water, you will feel very cold, after a cup of tea or so Just fine."
The ink burned has not yet recovered from the terrifying dream, his eyes are still a little confused, after a long time, he murmured: "Have you lived?... But I have been very careful, and I have not … did not perceive any trace of the spell…”
Jiang Xi's surly minions showed their edge: "Skills? What kind of stupid thing is that?"
Everyone present: "… "
"The world's most ruthless, the most murderous thing is invisible, do you think it's magic?" The head of the medicine sect squinted his eyes and said contemptuously, "It's ridiculously wrong. The most powerful thing in the world is medicine."
"In this Heavenly Palace, a mysterious fragrance was smoked in advance, called 'the Nineteenth Floor Prison'. This fragrance is colorless and odorless, but it can make people hallucinate and fall into the greatest fear in life." Jiang Xi said When I got here, I paused, and then looked at the burning ink, "The greater the fear, the deeper the sink. I have also rescued a few people who were trapped in the nineteenth floor of the prison before, and gave them four to five drops of broken dreams. Cold water, they wake up too - but do you know how much you drink?"
"… How many?"
Jiang Xi seemed a little displeased, and said, "It's half a bottle. It's enough to save more than 100 people before I can bring back your consciousness.... I'm actually a little curious, Master Mo, why you are so young at such a young age. Deep fear, what are you afraid of?"