The golden-red pillow was swaying under him, and a lustful smug smeared in his nostrils.
Chu nightning looked at the burning face, and the dream that he once had finally overlapped with reality at this moment. It turned out that these were not dreams, they were real.
He and Mo Ran have already had a skin-to-skin relationship, and they have already been married. He was imprisoned by Mo Ran, kneeling in the ice and snow and begging to see Mo Ran...
are all true.
At this moment, Chu nightning didn't know how he felt, or maybe under the transpiration of the incense, his mind gradually overlapped with Chu nightning in another world.
feel it.
know what he knows.
When the clothes were torn off and the heavy kiss fell, Chu night Ning closed his eyes.
He felt pain. Who is he
Is it the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable with the sword and the red dust, or the ridiculous Concubine Chu who is under the feudal lord? Is it the Chu Wanning who got the sincerity of Master Mo, or the master who was hated by Xianjun Fan
Everything gradually became less clear, and there were piles of past events floating in front of him, like falling flowers in a stream. He tried to catch those memories, but he couldn't see them clearly.
In the end, only the love affair between the bed and bed is clearly visible.
In this illusory realm, he was violently restrained by the ink burning on his waist, and his trousers were removed impatiently and ruthlessly. There was no lingering foreplay that he was familiar with, only rough intrusion.
Although the scene is false, he and the similarly manipulated Mo Ran are repeating the real actions of the previous life. He was burned on the bed by the ink, and he didn't even caress or kiss. He only heard the sound of the clothes rustling behind him, and then a hot and hot genital was pressed behind him.
"Master, do you feel it well, do you feel its desire? This seat is going to come to you."
"You... evil beast!!"
He responded with a sneer: "Don't you want to spread your legs wide for the wicked animals?" Then it was a tearing feeling, the hole that had never been invaded was propped open, and the throbbing genitals were fiercely straightened. Poke in.
pain.
Really painful.
He remembered the tender eyebrows and eyes in a trance. In the dark night, he kissed him in the hot spring torrent, and said to him: "You will not be able to bear it if I come in. Listen to me and do it next time."
But Step Xianjun would not show pity to him. The horrific size seemed to burst his intestinal wall. It was thick and hot, so tyrannical and hot, thick and long, and the rhythm almost made him feel that this thing would come directly from He poked out his abdomen, ripped open his belly, and pierced him.
Chu nightning is like a fish that goes ashore and is struggling, in exchange for stepping Xianjun raised his hand and slapped his face, gritted his teeth and said: "It's not that I haven't been on it, I've messed with you so many times, still pretending What arrogance and self-defense?"
A palm down, cheeks flushed.
He turned his face away, his hair was messy, his eyes were flushed, and he didn't say a word or cry. Tonight is more humiliated than ever, but he is more lonely than ever.
The ink burned around his waist, and the crotch kept hitting his buttocks. The joint of the two was terribly hot and humid. The ink burned trying to look at his face and wanted to see his humiliated expression. The thrusting movement stopped, and the handsome man above him gasped in a low breath, his eyes darkened, forcing him to look at his chin.
"you… "
It seems that I want to say some insulting words, but in the candlelight, the pair of eyes that are obviously painful to the extreme, but can't bear it, are so beautiful, the ink burned for a moment, and suddenly leaned over and choked his lips. , the wet sticky hot tongue invaded, the tongue surface was rough, and it rolled in his mouth. The kiss on the top was fierce, and the thrusting on the bottom became more and more fierce, fast and ruthless. Every time it stabbed to the deepest place, the hard, hot and thick genitals were clearly pulsing in Chu Wanning's body.
Tsuno from copulation oozes out from the edge of the genitals and the hole...
At the end of the kiss, the ink-burning action was even more maddening and fiery. The eyes in the eyes did not know whether it was sexual desire or love, but it seemed a little vague: "Don't hold the quilt, you are my person, you can hold me."
This is the only sentence that resembles love in the entire sexual intercourse. Chu nightning did not listen, and did not hug him and fall in love with him as he wished. So the burning face of the ink gradually became dark, and the intrusion action became more wild.
Chu nightning clenched the mattress with his backhand, and the veins on his wrists burst out. He couldn't stand such abuse at all, but the ink burned him, and the rough palms rubbed his waist and hips. Chu nightning didn't know this. How long did the thrusting go on, the man suddenly became irritable and suddenly pulled out of his body. Chu nightning heard himself hoarsely snorted, and was turned over, and the hole was sticky and obscene. When it got bigger, it twitched like a spasm, and the edge of the mouth seemed to have the stickiness from sexual intercourse. Before it could flow out, the man's fiery glans pressed against his crotch again, and the giant stem was outside. Slightly pushed twice.
He heard the ink burning and said: "Is it big?"
"… "
"Does your husband make you happy? Huh?"
Chu nightning heard his almost collapsed voice: "...Go away..."
"go away!"
The ink burned and cursed, and it seemed that something was found from the side. Chu nightning only felt that his legs were split further apart, and a tube of cold paste was squeezed into his body without a count.
Chu nightning heard himself choking, and heard himself scolding: "ink burning... ink burning you beast..."
Star burns…
Ink burns.
no.
Mo Ran is a person who stares at himself with a smile under the flower tree.
The ink burned and said: "Master, I want to hold an umbrella for you for a lifetime."
Mo Ran looked at his hair and said gently: "You will hurt."
The ink burning is the person who curls the corners of his lips towards him and spreads his arms between the golden wheat waves. He will give him roasted lactose, and he will smile because of a word, and his face will be slightly red.
So shy and young.
no.
Suddenly startled.
The scene after that seems to be because the smoker has been placed here for too long, and the effect is not as good as the first inch, so it slowly darkened. Chu nightning's brain was also drowsy, he couldn't see anything, and he still couldn't speak. , the only thing that can be felt is that he is still imprisoned, and the burning genitals are still buried in his body. The heat, size and hardness make his scalp tingle.
It was dark for a long time, and then slowly lighted up.
After Chu Wanning's consciousness recovered, the first thing he heard was the almost distorted curse, the slap in the face and the burning pain in the face, and the lower body seemed to see a hard and cold object, which relieved the almost crazy spring tide in the body.
This is still the sex of the newlyweds, and Chu nightning can clearly recall the details of this incident at this time.
He kept thinking back to his past life.
He knew that he was squeezed into aphrodisiac plaster later, and the Emperor Ta Xian, who had drunk too much alcohol, became more and more irritable, bloodthirsty, and gloomy during the intense sexual intercourse.
The corners of his eyes that were burning red with alcohol and desire, hatred and pleasure controlled this young emperor.
Chu nightning's throat was choked, and the ink burned in anger: "Chu nightning, would you rather be like this? Are you tough? Ah? When are you going to be tough? You want to play yourself to death before you are willing?"
Chu nightning heard himself say: "... I... don't... you... "
The voice was almost broken, and he wouldn't even believe it was his own voice if he hadn't felt his lips move. Chu nightning felt tears falling from his cheeks.
"Ink burning... you spare me..."
The man in front of him was snarling furiously, he yelled at him, he said: "Who will spare me? Ah? Chu nightning, have you ever thought about who will spare me! Who can spare me!! "
The man pressed him on the bed, pulled out the hard object in his body, and threw it aside. The sound seemed to be a stalk or a candlestick. He just masturbated on the handle of Baozhao or the handle of the candlestick...
The man touched his face, his voice was eager and crazy, but I don't know if it was an illusion, but he heard a trace of sadness: "Chu nightning, I hate you."
"You killed the person I love the most in my life, what should I do? What do you say? I can only let you pay me back and let you ruin your life in my hands... Chu nightning... "
The man took a look at his murder weapon, because it was too crazy and too eager, he didn't stand it for the first time, and the smooth and hot stalk hit the inside of his buttocks and passed over. The man took a breath, straightened up, held Chu Wanning's waist, and inserted it again.
"what-"
Chu nightning heard his dull moan, and it seemed that he finally stretched to the extreme. There is also a man's heavy breathing, the intestinal wall covered with love medicine was finally opened again by the fiery genitals, and it was filled tightly. Chu nightning kept shaking, his body was covered in fine sweat, his eyes were out of focus... Desire finally swallowed took him.
It got dark again.
Light up again and feel endless bliss.
The body in the illusion and the real body seem to be inseparable from each other anymore. He and the strong man are entangled with each other. The ink burned him on the bed and violently fucked him. Look, he was crying under the man, choking, lying on the ground. The fingers on the couch were dipped deep into the fur of the beast.
Every time the man hit him, he wanted to press him to death on the bed, so fierce and powerful, he could feel the man's sweat pooling in his abdomen, dripping onto his waist, and flowing into his waist pit.
"Say... Do you want me to fuck you? You suck so slutty, what's your point of being stubborn? Damn it, fuck you..."
At this time, Chu nightning seems to be finally defeated. The crazy lust has killed his soul. He only has a body played by men, lewd and sensitive, and he is insatiable.
"Say..." The man gasped savagely as he looked obsessively and intoxicated behind him.
"woo..."
The ink burned deeply, and the huge genitals were pulsing in the wet intestinal wall. He gasped, his eyes were red, and he hugged Chu nightning's buttocks even more, and then inserted deeply into it, twitching slightly, Spinning around to stimulate the man who had been smeared with aphrodisiacs.
In fact, the ink burned to know that he lost.
After using the most powerful medicine in the world, it was almost squeezed into most of the tube, and the intestinal wall was so sticky that Chu nightning was willing to surrender to him.
I lost myself.
But so what
He had already got what he wanted, and his lofty master had finally become a concubine Chu who was breathing heavily under him and was lustful.
Nothing is more exciting than this.
He thought so, and the rough genitals swelled again.
"Say, say you're going to be fucked by me, say you're mine."
Under such repeated torture and humiliation, Chu nightning finally heard himself muttering hoarsely, repeating in a chaotic manner: "Yes... I am yours..."
The consciousness has been fragmented, the expression has been broken, and the arrogance is arrogant, and only the terrifying desire that is constantly surging in the body is left.
"It's not for me, what you should say is, you want me to fuck you." Although the ink burned like this, he said it maliciously, but he also forbeared to the limit. The buttocks, fierce and violent, slammed and swayed in a beastly way.
Chu nightning was so soft that he was so soft that he didn't even have the strength to kneel down and look at it.
Eternal love poison, this medicine, as long as a little bit, the sages will become the beasts of desire.
The ink burned but squeezed into most of the pipe in his body.
"Is it comfortable? Did I make you feel good?" Mo Ran supported the bedpost with one hand, and the other hand reached over and couldn't help stroking Chu Wanning's chest and waist.
The bed shook violently, the burning eyes were crazy and hot, and the expression was sexy and intoxicated.
"Say, you want me to fuck you."
The ink burning is urgent and ruthless, and the turbulent pleasure is trembling, out of control and terrifying, Chu nightning finally collapsed, he gasped roughly, and in the end he almost cried and cried hoarsely: " ah... ah..."
"Call out." Mo Ran closed his eyes and raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and slapped Chu Wanning's buttocks hard, "You call out, I will make you more comfortable."
"Ah... ah... I want to... "
"what would you like?"
Chu nightning has been tortured to the point of being insane, he whimpered and trembled in despair: "Fuck me..."
The burning eyes of the ink were dark and turbulent, and the frying hair below was excited. The range of several thrusts was too large. When pulling away, the wet and sticky glans slipped out, and he was hurriedly held against it, and it was hot and sticky again. Going in tiredly, he pressed Chu nightning under him and inserted it tightly, and murmured and gasped: "Master, you are so hot inside, wet and hot, so that the disciples are addicted to sucking."
"Ah... um... don't stop... ah, push harder, and... ah!" he gasped, "faster... deeper... ah..."
The trembling arm was caught, and the man embraced him from behind, seemingly infinitely gentle, he suddenly called him in his ear: "Wan Ning, today is our wedding day, I will shoot you, and I will shoot too. For you, leave my seed in your stomach... Master... You are really tight... "
"what… "
"Why do you have to force me to take medicine to do this?" the man said, licking his earring, "You obviously like me treating you like this... don't you?"
"me… "
Men's genitals are so thick and long. When he reached the depths, he almost had to wear his intestines and break his stomach. Chu nightning couldn't speak, but he couldn't help shaking his head, with tears in his eyes.
"like or not?"
"… "
"Don't you like it?" He suddenly stopped the fierce invasion and only buried it in his body. Chu nightning could feel the stalk in it was pulsing and angering, and it was pulsing with the violent heartbeat of the two. This subtle The feeling made him more tormented, his throat was dry, but his soul was already cold.
He twitched a few times in his slippery body again, like the roots of a giant tree piercing the soil, and the tender spring tide burst out.
Chu nightning spasmed violently and was soft on the couch.
The man said in his ear: "If you don't like it, then that's all..."
He opened his eyes suddenly, his heart ached, but almost giving up on himself, he said, "No... don't..."
His eyes trembled again and slowly closed: "I can't take it anymore..."
That is a love medicine that is thousands of times higher than ordinary people.
The ink burned and murmured, and the voice was so chaotic and low that it was difficult to distinguish: "Then what do you want from me?"
"Come in... I can't take it anymore, help me..."
The person behind him seemed to sigh, finally satisfied, he grabbed him, hugged him to his crotch, and slammed him fiercely from bottom to top. He has never gone so deep. Every time he goes in, the bag is almost squeezed in half. Their flesh and blood can no longer fit together. Chu nightning can't stop moaning, gasping, and burning in the ink. The body in his arms was soft to mud, and the man who kept fucking him slammed his face across his face, his wet lips pressed against his, and there seemed to be a vague gasp between his lips and teeth.
The ink burned the Adam's apple rolling, and said in a low voice: "It's really cool..."
And he murmured absently, his soul was gone. There is only a body submerged in the sea of desire: "Ah... don't stop... ah... it's so hot... hurry up..."
"Never stop, satisfy you... Chu nightning... late night..."
He inserted for a long time, until Chu nightning felt that he would die in that person's arms like this. Body fluids and melted ointment flowed out, foaming and dripping down to the base of the legs.
Suddenly, the man hugged him tightly, pressed him back on the bed again, raised his legs and sprinted, the speed and strength were terrifyingly terrifying, Chu nightning suddenly widened his eyes and kept calling "Ah... Ah...", the man was eagerly and irrationally poking it, pulling out the whole stick, leaving only the head of the penis in his mouth, and shoving it in again, so eagerly and so fast, his voice trembled.
"Late Ning... Night Ning..."
He wasn't calling anyone else, he suddenly looked at his face and touched his forehead.
"Baby, I'm going to cum. Let me in you..."
Chu nightning opened his mouth like a dying fish. He didn't even know what he was calling. He only groaned in the desire and pleasure of extinction. The tip of his nose was the man's heavy animal desire. He said intermittently: "Cum on me... ah! ah... um ah!"
The thick and sultry semen spurted out in large shares, and the ink burned with closed eyes and growled. The person who was still stubbornly pushed into it, shooting the viscous spray into it, and stabbed it in. Chu nightning was convulsed by this strong thorn, and Xiu Mei's fair toes were tensed, and his hands finally couldn't help hugging the neck of the man on him.
Their breaths were intertwined, and he hummed when he orgasmed, and he croaked under him. Such an intense sea of lust, I don't know if it's because of the most aphrodisiac in the world, or because of the hidden desires in the heart of the two that even they don't realize...
After a long time, Chu nightning's consciousness slowly returned.
For some unknown reason, it is not only perception, but also memories of past lives that flow like a river.
After he and the ink burned, they all came.
He remembered that when the sky was cracked, the teacher died, and the ink burned and knelt in the snow and was heartbroken.
He remembered that the blood of the Confucianism sect was flowing into rivers, the sky and the earth changed color, the ink burned and laughed indulgently, piercing Ye Wangxi's pipa.
He remembered that he was made into a blood dripper, and that the red lotus water pavilion burned him to wake him up, but put him under house arrest in the deep palace, and could no longer do anything.
One by one, I remembered it all.
The stone cave has returned to its original appearance. He can feel that he is lying on the cold ground, with all his clothes removed, his body naked, the ink burning from behind and hugging him tightly, the young man's arms are shaking, and each other is sticky. Sweat, the smell of lust in the air.
all remembered.
Chu nightning did not move, did not speak nor was angry.
His head hurts very much, almost like a split. He felt that in the process of combining the two, there was something invisible, which was transferred from the ink burning body to his body.
It was that thing that brought back the memories of his previous life.
But what exactly is that
There are too many memories to receive at one time, and the pain in Chu nightning's brain has risen so much that he feels that he must know what it is, but he can't figure it out for a while.
"Master." The burning voice of the ink sounded in his ear, so cautious, like the tender stamens of the branches in early spring, where is there a tyrannical appearance, "I'm sorry..."
He was held in his arms by Mo Ran, and he did not look back, but he could imagine the wet red eyes of Mo Ran from his voice, a distressed and apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, I still... I still hurt you... "
Just under the control of the incense burner, the ink burning is also the same as Chu nightning. Although he is sober, he can't help himself. When he roughly restrained Chu Wanning's waist and hurriedly and ruthlessly invaded the man, he was in pain.
He didn't want to do this at all... He watched Chu Wanning's eyes turn red under him, and just wanted to lean over to kiss him gently, comfort him, and tolerate him. But the words on his mouth are so mean, and the actions on his hands are so fierce.
He was heartbroken. But how? He couldn't control himself at all.
Chu nightning was lying on the cold stone surface, with a splitting headache, and there was no strength to move his fingers. He listened to Mo Ran's apology, but only felt a buzzing in his ears, dizziness in front of him, and he could lose consciousness again at any time.
He opened his mouth, because it was so miserable just now, so his voice was hoarse: "You first...you go out first..."
The ink burned and pursed his lips without saying a word.
He regained consciousness earlier than Chu Wanning. In fact, when he could control his body, he had already withdrawn, but Chu Wanning was torn so miserably that he still felt that the murderous weapon made of flesh and blood was in his own hands. in the body.
Ink burning heart is even more uncomfortable.
Before stepping into the cave, he thought that he would see a spell similar to the memory scroll, but he never expected that he would return to the top of death and life back then, the wedding night. He was dressed in gold and red, and pushed open the door of the red lotus water pavilion.
Of course, Mo Ran knew what he had done, but he never thought that he would reproduce the situation in this way.
He doesn't want to do things that hurt Chu nightning anymore, and he doesn't want to be the emperor of stepping on the fairy - but he can't help himself. What's worse, he could clearly feel that he was doing such a tyrannical thing, and his heart was actually throbbing and excited.
Whether it is stepping on Xianjun or him, he is actually eager to bite and conquer Chu Wanning.
No matter how patient he is, he is still that Mo Weiyu.
Can't change. Can't escape.
When I invaded violently just now, Mo Ran listened to the painful snort of the person under him, and there was a sense of annihilation in his mind. The rush of annihilation collided with the strong guilt, and the water splashed.
He suddenly couldn't tell who he was, whether it was the Emperor Ta Xianjun or Master Mo, whether he was good or evil, loyal or traitor.
Between the mattresses, he rubbed the cheeks of Chu Wanning, and said those bastard words that he had personally said... Chu Fei
Yes, in his previous life, he did the three most extreme things to Chu Wanning. One of them killed him, that is, he used a killer move on him, and the other was to humiliate him, that is, he forced him to be happy.
Third, marry him. That is, take away his identity, trap his life, blue and yellow springs, all for him. Because of his own selfish desires, he made that arrogant Immortal Venerable into his concubine.
Although there are not many people in this world who actually know what the "Chu Concubine" that the emperor accepted back then, it is indisputable that he was forced to cover his face with a red cover, marry him in the eyes of the public, and take second place. fact.
He didn't even know what it meant when he did that.
In fact, if he really wants Chu Wanning to be uncomfortable, he can make a lot of noise, let the world know that he has married his master, and let everyone know that Beidou Xianzun has now become a person in the tent of the emperor. .
Why not do this
Instead, he kept the secret carefully, even for a long time, even Queen Song Qiutong didn't know who the mysterious "Concubine Chu" was. With his revenge, he did his best, and ended up doing only one play with no spectators.
He sings hilariously.
Why
He even remembered that after Chu Wanning died, he wanted to set up a monument for him, but he was afraid that the world would see through him and laugh at him, so he could only hold a pickaxe and dig a tomb in front of Tongtian Tower. , Buried in it is the wedding dress that Chu nightning wore when he married himself.
Sitting in front of the monument, Emperor Treading Immortal thought for a long time with his cheeks on his back. He wanted to write:
The Tomb of the Master Chu Wanning
But I felt like I was a complete failure when I wrote it like this, like a resentful woman who regretted nothing at all. That scene was really ridiculous.
He dawdled for a long time with no return, and finally his eyes lit up. Thinking of a narrow and intimate approach, he laughed hoarsely. Using the knife as a pen, he wrote stroke by stroke:
Chu Ji's Tomb
After writing these four words, he felt that the rampant anger in his chest seemed to be out, but he still felt that it was not enough. He thought of Chu Wanning's cold and loneliness, who always didn't like to look at his face, and he was angry and angry. It is lingering - he will never see such an expression in the future, so Emperor Stepping Immortal is still hopelessly in front of his resentful wife, he thought viciously in his heart.
Chu night Ning abandoned him.
Leave him alone.
Chu night Ning's heart is so cruel, he actually revenge him with death.
Excessive.
He stared at his blood-red eyes resentfully.
Yes, that's too much.
So he wants to humiliate Chu Wanning, bully Chu Wanning, let Chu Wanning die under Jiuquan, and wait for him to go to hell after a hundred years, and he can laugh and laugh at the guy, and win with the white clothes. Snow, the innocent man said—
You didn't win, I won.
You see, when you are dead, I can still insult you.
Stepping on the Immortal Emperor holding the knife, he thought about it for a long time in front of the grave, thinking of the setting sun, the twilight, and the dark night, and the silver hooks.
In the moonlight like water and frost like white clothes, the ink burned finally picked up and did not return, stroke by stroke, and four words were added to the tombstone:
Concubine Qingzhen
Lime rustled, finished carving. He held his cheeks and laughed aloud, thinking, this is really a good posthumous title, which confirms that Chu nightning is his person, whether he wants it or not, he must be faithful to himself, it is perfect . If Chu nightning can be alive by himself, it will be even better.
With such anticipation, his eyes lit up, and he happily ran to the red lotus water pavilion.
Chu nightning's temper is the biggest.
How could you be willing to suffer such humiliation
So wake up quickly, wake up and compete with him again, whether it is high or low, this time, if he is seriously injured, he can also let him make a move.
If it really doesn't work, the ten moves are not non-negotiable.
Wake up.
He stood in front of the lotus pond, looking at the musculoskeletal corpse inside.
This seat has given you ten tricks, you have to be knowledgeable. Don't you get angry when you see the monument this seat has erected for you? Don't want to grab my clothes and yell at me, you are willing to be famous all your life, and finally become absurd eight characters - Concubine Qingzhen, the tomb of Chu Ji
wake up.
wake up.
His expression went from expressionless to grim.
But Chu nightning lay down, did not speak, and did not move.
After a long time, Mo Ran finally realized that he got what he wanted and won the docility he had always expected.
His master, his enemy, his lingering partner on the bed, his Chu Wanning.
Finally listened.
In the quiet and cold Longxueshan Grottoes, Mo Ran hugged his scarred lover, and no one spoke for a while.
Then, he suddenly thought of that rainy night, in the inn of Impermanence Town, the person in his arms used to be so young but eager, rolling with him, his ears were red, and he asked him in a low voice if he was feeling well.
At that time, he swore in his heart that he would never hurt Chu nightning for half a point in his life. He wanted to step by step and simmer slowly. He wanted to let Chu nightning adapt to the situation a little bit, and finally give Chu nightning Lingling. The trembling of the flesh.
He had made many plans and had many thoughts.
It has even been imagined countless times that their first real union will be when and where, whether the sky is glowing or starry, and the window lattice is begonia or apricot blossoms.
But he was the only one who didn't expect this to happen.
Blending together, skin-to-skin, their union for the first time in their life was so absurd, painful, and crazy.
Both of them were extremely tired, the ink burned lying beside him, and a very special feeling gradually developed in the chest. It seemed that there was a white thing in the heart shaking violently, and then the earth cracked and the sky collapsed, like a hundred-year-old giant tree was uprooted and brought Bursting out of the earth with the rustling sand.
That pure thing seemed to wrap something dirty and terrifying in his heart, struggling outward frantically, and two things, black and white, quickly broke free from his body.
He didn't know what the two things that escaped from his heart were. He didn't have time to think about it, because Chu nightning said: "You go out first."
The ink burned and didn't speak, and didn't know what to say.
He silently endured the pain in his heart, slowly picked up the scattered clothes, and silently put them on again for Chu Wanning.
These clothes have been worn for a long time, because he hardly dared to move the position below the waist of Chu nightning. The traces of bruising and mottled thighs undoubtedly showed what he had done just now, and also showed how painful Chu nightning would be at the moment.
He didn't dare to look at Chu nightning's face.
What's in those eyes now
Disappointment, resentment, emptiness...
He didn't want to think about it any longer.
It took a long time for the ink to burn before putting on Chu nightning's clothes. At this time, his head was already hurting, and he was sweating coldly.
He didn't know why this pain came from, but it was probably related to the two things that were missing in his heart just now. He endured the pain and held the cold hand of Chu nightning.
I really didn't have the courage to look at Chu nightning's face, so he stared at that hand like that, hesitated for a long time, and asked softly: "Do you remember the master?"
"… Um."
The ink burned for a while.
There was a kind of dazedness on his face, the kind of dazedness that looked like a homeless abandoned dog, he just stared blankly for a while, and then closed his eyes.
He had been afraid of this happening countless times, but when the trial really came, he was surprised to find that he was so calm and peaceful.
It was as if a fugitive fugitive was finally escorted into prison.
Standing in the desolate cell on the other side, he looked around, the nightmare he had feared and escaped from had finally become a reality, and his heart felt like a stone had fallen to the ground.
There is never a peaceful night when running away.
But after falling into the net, he finally got a good night's sleep.
No more running away.
There is no hope, and no anxiety.
It was relieved.
"I'm in a mess now, a lot of things... I'm not clear." Maybe it was because it was too intense, or maybe it was because of the exhaustion from the past. too messy."
The ink burned up the courage, raised his hand and rubbed his pale cheeks.
Although his own hands were shaking badly.
"Ink burning..." He murmured almost hollowly, "Treading Immortal Emperor..."
"… "
He closed his eyes abruptly, his eyelashes trembled, and his brows formed a river.
"Then don't think about it, just sleep for a while." Mo Ran's eyes were red, and his fingers slid across his face and hair, "I'll accompany you."
Chu nightning seemed to tremble slightly.
The ink burned only felt heartache.
"Master, don't be afraid. It's me, not Xianjun... I will never hurt you again, never again."
Chu nightning slightly lifted the eyelashes, and there was a moist luster flashing under the dark eyelashes. For a moment, the ink burned and felt that he seemed to want to say something to himself.
But in the end the words didn't come out.
Chu night Ning closed his eyes, turned his face at the last moment, and curled up subconsciously.
"Master..."
"I have something I want to ask you."
"… "
"...If...you knew earlier that it was me who gave you a pot of rice milk outside Wubei Temple." Chu nightning's voice was extremely tired, "... those years in Wushan Temple, would you let me go?"
This question is like a sharp-edged knife, piercing the heart of the listener. The ink burned and the whole person trembled. He choked up, not knowing how to answer, but just stretched out his hand and wanted to hug the person in front of him. But when the hand touched it, I felt that Chu nightning's shoulder was shaking slightly.
He is crying.
But Mo Ran knew that he no longer wanted to see it by himself.
After a while, the ink burned really couldn't support it. Although he didn't know why Chu nightning in the previous life set up such a puzzle, the strange feeling in his heart became more and more distinct.
At this time, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a thin wisp of smoke floating in his chest, and it went straight to the chest and back of Chu Wanning. The thin smoke was so light that he didn't notice it just now.
Taking a closer look, I found that the smoke was black for a while, and white as jade for a while, and the turbulent flow continued from my heart to the heart of Chu nightning.
what is this
He noticed that black things were constantly blocked by Chu nightning's body, and gradually gathered into a mass of ink, which was absorbed into the incense burner next to him.
what exactly is it
He wanted to remind Chu Wanning, but found that Chu Wanning had already fainted again at some point. The huge memory of the past life is overwhelming, not to mention that these memories are still messy, and they have to be re-coiled and reorganized in Chu Wanning's brain.
"Master."
It hurts... why is it so painful? It seems that there are two forces in the heart doing a tug of war. Black and white, pure and dirty.
The ink burned black eyebrows tightly, struggling to stand up, walking to the smoker, and shaking the lid of the furnace.
Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was the black gas flowing out—in the incense burner, it gradually condensed into a black double-petaled flower.