The teacher first fed Chu Wanning a healing holy medicine, and then leaned over, the soft and delicate fingers were like ten demagogic white snakes, sneaking into the ink hair. He held up the back of Chu nightning's head and put it against his forehead.
"Zhuang Zhoumeng, the incarnation of a butterfly, is always with you all night..."
The mantra was lightly recited in his mouth, but as he recited it, he suddenly stopped whispering.
He originally wanted to cast a spell to get rid of some memories of Chu nightning. This is one of the spells he is best at. He has used it on ink burning before.
But probably because the soul in Chu Wanning's body is very disordered, the memory is also in the recovery period, and the rejection of the outside world is very large. He found that this trick did not work for Chu Wanning.
"This is really a hassle." The teacher sighed, he closed his eyes, and then opened-
A pair of peach blossom eyes lingered with a strange brilliance. He stared at Chu Wanning with such a pair of eyes, and then read again: "Zhuang Zhoumeng, butterfly incarnation, always accompanied all night, yesterday was like flowing water, long drunk in this mountain..."
This time it has some effects, but it is not perfect.
His spell was like a boulder thrown into a pool, and although there were thousands of waves at the moment, it would soon return to its original state.
But it doesn't matter, it's okay to forget it for a while.
He didn't want him to go to the sea with Chu Wanning, and Chu Wanning's head was still full of murderous intentions.
That would be so unappetizing.
"Master, you have slept for a long time, you should wake up too."
This light call is like a curse. After a while, Chu nightning's eyelashes moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
Because of the teacher's spell, his consciousness temporarily became blurred, suspended in the previous life, and stopped after the death of the teacher.
Once, Chu nightning was hurt too deeply by the loss of his beloved ink. He subconsciously thought that it would be better if he could change. So the consciousness goes back to those years.
- However, people's three souls and six souls are very delicate, and Chu nightning's body carries the soul of two worlds at this time, so even if the magic spell is cast by the teacher, the mind is chaotic, and the whole person is a little dream-like. look.
He had some confused memories, and he couldn't distinguish between dreams and wakings.
"... Shi Mingjing?"
"Well." The teacher's voice is very gentle, suppressing the tenderness of a twisted emotion, "It's me."
Chu nightning seemed to be very tired, and the high fever made him feel uncomfortable. He just snorted and closed his eyes again.
The teacher knows that he is adapting, and he is not in a hurry, waiting calmly beside him.
After a while, he heard Chu Wanning closed his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "I'm afraid I'm dreaming.... It's good, you are still alive."
Knowing that his memory stopped after the sky split in his previous life, he did not expect that he would have such a feeling. The teacher's heart moved, and there was some long-lost astringency.
"Are you reluctant to let me die?"
"...You are still so young...there are so many people who like you..." Chu nightning whispered, "It shouldn't be you. I'm sorry..."
"… "
"If only it were me. At least no one would be too sad."
The astringency in his heart became more and more distinct, stirring in his dead heart. This feeling was there for the first time when I went home with Chu Wanning under an umbrella. Later, the conspiracy was conspiracy for so many years, and the people around me died and scattered.
He was dormant in the dark, thinking of himself as a ruthless rock.
Later, he really thought he was a stone, and it was only today that he really felt the existence of his heart.
Both up and down, and itchy.
He clearly knew that he shouldn't have this kind of emotion, the sour rain would corrode the boulders, and the soft moss would make him fall apart.
But he couldn't help but grabbed the hand of Chu nightning, and his heart was pounding.
He opened his mouth and his throat was dry, so he swallowed again, and then asked again, "What about you? Are you sad when I die?"
"… "
"Have you been sad?"
Chu night Ningfeng's eyes are half-open, and under the long and thick eyelashes like spring flakes, is a pair of eyes that carry too many thoughts. The teacher tried to look inside, trying to catch a hint of angular emotions.
But no.
Just as water alone is water, and wheat alone is wheat, a kind of emotion can only be that kind of emotion if it is simply placed there.
It's a pity that people's emotions will never be single. The death of the teacher made him sad, painful, self-blame, and later regret. So many emotions are mixed together, like wheat and grain mixed with water and stored, it has long been fermented and changed, and it is no longer the same as it used to be.
The teacher asked deeply obsessively: "Master, if you give you another chance, will you be willing to save him - give up your life to save me?"
Chu nightning's eyes are empty.
"Will it be?"
"Shi Mingjing..." He only had time to say these three words, and suddenly his lips were roughly blocked.
After waiting so long for the answer, it was really the moment when it was revealed, but I didn't dare to listen, I didn't want to hear it.
The teacher thought that he probably knew the answer.
The resentment in his chest is rampant, he is kissing the man on the bed almost retaliatory, sucking greedily, Chu nightning didn't react at all at first, until the teacher's tongue tried to pry his teeth and go in, he was like a dream Awake, eyes widened suddenly.
"Well!"
"Shh, don't make a sound." The teacher took a breath, and in the middle of the night of Chu Ning's throat, Shi Luoshen tactic, "This incantation was taught to us before, saying that it can make us not make a sound in danger. Have you ever thought that one day, it will be used by me for this purpose?"
He said, he didn't look at the confusion and resentment in Chu Wanning's eyes at all, his jealousy and thirst almost made him lose his temper: "Master, do you know? It's been two lifetimes. I've worked hard, step by step, and I haven't lived a day. Peaceful days."
He tied Chu nightning's hands and feet to the head of the bed, and while doing this, he gritted his teeth and said: "I'm really not a normal person, and what I want to do doesn't allow me to be a normal person, but so what? ?! That puppet of the Emperor Stepping Immortal can do whatever he wants, why should I look ahead?"
The teacher said this, watching Chu nightning struggling with anger under him.
He felt pain and pleasure.
"Now I think I understand. Life is proud or unsatisfactory, it's all to be happy... Master." He straightened up and began to take off Chu Wanning's clothes in a hurry, "It's hard to come to this step, it should be Let me have a taste of you. It's a reward for the disciple, eh?"
The seriously ill person did not have much strength to resist, and the teacher easily took off his robe. The air is cool, the lights are dim, and the bruises and purples on the male body with sharp lines and tight muscles are all traces left before the ink burns.
The teacher's eyes darkened, and he whispered to himself: "He is really, so ruthless."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand, pinched Chu Wanning's chin, and looked at the eyes.
The phoenix eyes are like a layer of fog at the moment. Chu nightning must be indistinguishable between dreams and reality. He probably feels that everything in front of him is absurd and unreal, and he feels that the touch is real and not fake.
Coupled with the confusion of his past and present memories, it was not so easy for him to react immediately.
"I'm not the same as him." The teacher stared at Chu nightning for a while, and his eyes gradually softened, but the tenderness was always strange, "He doesn't know how to make you addicted. You tried I knew he was nothing at all."
After speaking, he began to undress himself.
He had just finished taking a bath, wearing only a bathrobe, he slipped to the ground with ease, revealing a body as delicate and delicate as Kunshan jade.
"Master..."
He murmured, bullying himself up.
Whether this is a dream or real, Chu nightning was disgustingly unbearable, and his whole body was shivering, and his face was even bluer.
"You are so hot."
"… "
Knowing that if the forbidden curse on Chu nightning is released at this moment, this man will probably scold and suffocate. But the teacher couldn't help but stroking and murmured: "Will it be hotter inside?"
"Master... Mingjing!"
When the teacher heard the sound, he was stunned.
"... I broke the silence?" He raised his eyes and stared at Chu Wanning's face, "You are really..."
Chu nightning's lips and teeth trembled slightly, coughing up blood, and hoarsely said: "You are presumptuous! Get me out!"
The teacher was silent and looked down at the man under him.
Is this person too cruel
Too stubborn
Or too ignorant of fate, unwilling to admit defeat
There is so much I want to say, so when it comes to my mouth, I don't know what to say.
The teacher finally just smiled, and then when Chu nightning was about to say the next sentence, he suddenly covered his mouth, quickly removed the hair band, and tied it between his lips and teeth.
"Since you can break free with the spell, then I have to use it. I'm sorry, Master."
Facing the eyes with consternation and confusion, but anger and humiliation, the teacher only felt the blood boil, he leaned over to Chu Wanning's ear and said: "It's cool to be made by me for a while, but also remember to call. Be quiet, your Majesty the Emperor is outside. If he hears that you are so rude under me, guess what, will he be happy?"
The teacher's fingers slid down a little bit, staying on every mottled and purple hickey, and when he went down, Chu nightning only felt that he was going to be nailed by shame.
His memory was disordered and stopped in his previous life, when he had not discovered the secret of the curse in the burning ink, so he hated the burning of the ink.
But he hated his own shameless heart even more.
Even so humiliated, so disgusted, so disappointed in Mo Weiyu. But when the ink burns, when listening to the ink burning and breathing, the person's sweat gathers in the abdomen and drips on himself, and he can't help but feel stimulated and refreshed.
Even in the craziest love, he could even feel that he secretly longed for the ink to burn and not stop, so he tore himself and penetrated the soul.
The lingering wind and rain gave him an illusion of tranquility.
When lying in the arms of the ink burning, I occasionally feel that nothing happened. This person who keeps entangled in himself may also love him.
But the teacher is different.
Although he didn't know why he fell into such a bizarre nightmare, when the teacher touched him, all he had was anger and anger, and he couldn't stand such a relationship...
He didn't like it at all.
The body of the teacher is not the same as the impression, it is tall, but it is still smooth and white, the lines are soft and elegant, like it is made of suet, and the smell on the body is fresh and fragrant.
Not the tough and powerful he was accustomed to—
He is only used to the burning body. Although the man's skin was pale, the blood of a beast was surging under it, and it was wild. The purest man's breath was like a scorching sun, burning his heart.
Although sometimes it is quenched with a bloody, iron smell.
Hard and cold.
But the firm chest was extremely hot.
Chu nightning opened his eyes suddenly, his bound hands couldn't stop struggling, and his wrists were all bloody, and there were two red marks at the end of his eyes due to humiliation.
But his struggles were ineffective, the bed was soft and covered with thick animal skins, and he couldn't make too much noise.
The teacher looked at him with great interest in the fight against the beasts, and finally smiled: "Why should the teacher waste his efforts? Do you believe that I will make you comfortable?"
He said, raising the slender and tight legs of Chu nightning, wedged in the waist, and his eyes were dark, and he was going to go in like he had thought countless times before.
Chu nightning closed his eyes abruptly, his lips were bitten, and his fingernails were all buried in the palm of his hand - the muscles of his whole body were tensed, not because he was afraid of the pain that would invade later.
But because of shame.
It's a real shame, whether it's true or not.
If it was false, then he would be ashamed of himself for having such a fantasy. If it is true, then he is ashamed of himself for being so stupid. He has accepted three apprentices, and two of them have such wicked thoughts.
He has always been a person who is used to reflecting on himself first.
If it is said that ink burning desires him, it can also be said to be a problem of ink burning. So what about the teacher and the ink burning together
He couldn't help but start to wonder if he did something wrong, if he didn't act like a teacher, he would let his apprentices move one by two with this wolfish ambition on the bed.
Where did he go wrong to be punished like this
"… "
Stalemate, tense.
After a long time, there was no movement.
Chu nightning slowly opened his eyes, the dark brown eyes turned, but he saw that the teacher was frozen in the same place for some reason, the spring on his face disappeared, but it was black like a pot bottom.
He hasn't fully understood why the teacher has such an expression, his eyes moved down a few inches, but he saw a picture that made him speechless-
…
what…
The atmosphere of deep affection before was swept away, and Chu nightning felt a little bit struck by lightning for a while.
Cough, cough, the thing under the teacher's body is actually gold, golden? ?
This situation is really absurd, Chu nightning turned his head away stiffly, not wanting to hurt his eyes.
But after a while, it felt wrong - what normal person would have something of this color
So he bit the bullet and turned his face back again, his face was blue, and he glanced again.
This time he saw clearly that it wasn't that the teacher was Jin Cancan, but a golden little devil dragon who didn't know when to appear was entrenched in the position of the teacher. The little dragon was very tight, and raised the dragon's head, with anger and Shi Mingjing's big eyes staring at the small eyes, there is a sense that if the teacher dares to move rashly, it will directly smash the wrapped thing into pieces. .
Chu nightning: "..."
Teacher: "..."
The little magic dragon bared his teeth fiercely, and yelled at the unlucky bastard who was restrained by him: "Wow, baa!!"
If it wasn't for his hands being tied, Chu nightning would like to raise his hand and hold his forehead at this moment. He really didn't see it.
"..." The teacher was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "What's going on?!"
As soon as the voice fell, I heard the sound of Shimen Longlong opening, and the face of stepping on the fairy appeared behind the door.
Stepping on Xianjun, he stepped into the door and folded his arms. His eyes swept across the picture of "Golden Dragon Plated Jade Pillar", and there was a bit of sneer in the killing intent, then his thin lips closed, and he said coldly: "Miss, please get out of bed."
The teacher was angry and angry, and he didn't understand what he meant for a while, and said: "What Miss? Who?"
"I'm sorry." Ta Xianjun carefully identified the objects that Xiaolong climbed around, "It turned out to be a son. The son is too young, and I didn't notice it for a while."
The little golden dragon climbed around the pillar, with his beard up and down, he grinned and summoned his master, "Baaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
The humiliation of a man is almost the ultimate for this sake. Rao is the teacher's calmness and calmness, and at this moment, he can't help but burst into blue veins and his face is flushed. Helplessly, his clothes were messy, and he was bound by a demon dragon who had seen a ghost from nowhere. When he got angry, he seemed to have no momentum, so he didn't speak at all.
Stepping on the Immortal Emperor walked towards him. Stand by the bedpost, arms folded, reclining.
"Hua Binan, do you think I don't know what you're doing if you haven't tossed your voice?" He narrowed his eyes, Ying Ting's face was full of contempt, "You really think I'm three years old this year. Um?"