In the midst of confusion and confusion, Step Xianjun tore off the girdle of the person under him, and the robes were scattered, revealing the traces of blue and purple below. He moved for a while, as if he had remembered something, his eyes were dark and hot, as if two clumps of flames were pressing in the ashes.
After a while, Step Xianjun closed his eyes and sighed: "Forget it..." He also knew that if he did it again at this time, Chu nightning was afraid that he would be separated by the flesh and blood he demolished.
"Let's just... forgive you today..."
In this serenity, he finally let go of the person in his arms, and did not do anything too much. But he still lowered his head, his Adam's apple twitched, and kissed his lover's eyebrows, all the way down... and finally fell to the neck, and Sensen's white teeth took a bite. Then he straightened up and pulled up the man who was pinned by the table.
The porridge was simmering and bubbling out.
Stepping Xianjun sloppily sorted out the clothes for Chu Wanning, coughed lightly, his voice was still low, and there was still a residual temperature: "The porridge is ready, go and serve a bowl."
Although Chu nightning was confused by him, but because he was moody on weekdays, not to mention that it was a dream, so he did not go too deep. Besides, having a good meal is far more comfortable than having fun with absurdity, so I didn't say any more, and went to lift the beech wood lid.
"More abundant."
"...to kill you?"
Stepping Xianjun smiled like a smile: "You try."
Said and sat down at the table.
Although he wanted to come over and see what the porridge of Chu nightning looked like, the emperor's shelf was still to be served, so he sat upright at the table like a dog, and put on a casual look.
However, when the porridge is really served, Step Xianjun can't be careless—
The porridge was overcooked, the water was a little too much, and the taste was not salty. Even if he hadn't moved the spoon, he knew that it was a familiar taste that he had never tasted again.
"Eat."
"… "
Ta Xianjun looked at the small bowl in front of him for a long time, stirring the spoon in it, but did not send the porridge soup into his mouth.
Chu nightning glanced at him: "If you don't eat it, it will be cold."
"… Oh."
The porridge was scooped up, brought it to his lips, and hesitantly put it down again.
Chu nightning finally felt his strangeness and asked: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Ta Xianjun smiled, still evil and contemptuous, "It's so badly cooked, I don't drink it anymore."
"… "
"It's too stuffy here, let's go out to get some air."
After he finished speaking, he pushed the untouched porridge bowl away, and got up and walked towards the door. When approaching the door, Chu nightning's voice sounded behind him.
"If you don't drink." Chu nightning's voice was very calm, which was tempered by him after being humiliated many times. "I just poured the whole pot."
In any case, the things he made for him, in all likelihood, were ruined.
It has been like this since the first hand that was knocked to the ground.
Ta Xianjun turned his head all of a sudden: "Leave it! I mean..." He coughed, covering up his gaffe, "Leave it first."
"What are you doing?"
"… Don't worry about it."
He opened the curtain and went out, and when he got under the eaves, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
He is actually a corpse, no matter how he looks like a living person, he is still different from a living person - he has long been unable to eat.
He committed suicide in the Wushan Temple that year, and was made into a living dead by the cold scale holy hand. The Holy Hand of Cold Scales came to this world through the cracks in time and space, and he was left in the dilapidated old red dust to do things according to orders, just like this, for nearly ten years.
In the ten years of The Walking Dead, he ate nothing again. But he was not a glutton, so he never felt any regret for it.
It was not until today, sitting in front of the bowl of egg drop lean meat porridge, that the color and flavor were all bad, that he suddenly felt lost—
Why is he no longer alive.
He waited for so many years, and finally waited for so many days to get a Chu nightning that completely belonged to him.
But he couldn't even drink a bowl of porridge made by the man himself.
What does the porridge cooked by Chu Wanning taste like
He stood under the tile and closed his eyes as he recalled. After a long time, he suddenly raised his arm and covered his eyelashes. No one could see the expression on his face at this time. What he showed, only The pursed pale lips, and the line of the chin.
Then he put down his arms and opened his eyes, the ends of which were slightly red.
He has a bad memory and is not too smart. If the tip of the tongue can still feel a little bit of sour, sweet, bitter and salty, he may be able to regain his memories. But his bones and blood are cold, and his lips and teeth are tasteless. So even if the bowl of porridge was right in front of him, he couldn't remember what it was like.
He will never know again.
In the middle of the night, he went to the teacher.
On the side of the cold pool in front of the Temple of Sacrifices, that handsome and unassuming man had bare crystal feet, and his toes fiddled with the Lingling Spring, raising the star-like water.
Seeing him coming, the teacher raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he knew his intention, and looked sneered: "With such a beautiful scenery, I can't think that His Majesty the Emperor is not accompanying Master Chu in the secret room, but he has come to me with leisure and leisure."
Stepping Xianjun didn't want to go around with him, so he asked directly: "Is there any way you can make this seat be the same as before your death for the time being?"
"..." The teacher glanced at him back and forth, "Although you are a living dead, the matter of the bed should not be affected."
"I didn't tell you that."
"Oh? Which do you mean?"
"...Eat." Stepping Xianjun was hard and cold, "I want to eat."
The teacher's eyes were dark, and he asked thoughtfully: "Does the emperor want to eat that bowl of dragon chops?"
"Except for my brother, there is no one else in the world who can do well."
The teacher smiled: "It's rare, you can think of him today."
Step Xianjun's memory of the teacher is messy and unstable, and sometimes he can recall it, and sometimes he has no impression, but in general, there are many times when he has no impression, so today I heard him mention the word "shige", and the teacher couldn't help but feel a little fresh.
He asked: "Hey, you hang out with Chu nightning in Jiaoshan all day long, why don't you think about your Mingjing brother?"
"… "
The so-called opposite acquaintance is probably the case.
After stepping on Xianjun for a while, he said: "As you said, this body is too yin qi, and you should not go to see my brother until you have been completely reborn with a new spiritual core. will hurt him."
The teacher is not ashamed of lying: "It is true."
"So you asked what Long Chaoshou did." Ta Xianjun looked at him coldly, "Which pot can't be opened and lifted."
The teacher smiled and said: "I'm just curious about what else in the world besides the dragon hand, what food will make the emperor who has tasted the delicacy never forget it."
"… "
"Why, don't you want to say it?"
"… "
"Then let me guess, is Master Chu cooking for you?"
Seeing that the expression of the emperor stepped on the fairy slightly changed, his lips were slightly pursed, the teacher smiled and said: "I heard that Chu Zongshi, who is at the top of the dead, is a must, and he is the best at cooking coke, you are really interesting, you can swallow it. down."
Stepping Xianjun's face became darker and darker: "You can say if there is any way, and the others don't need to be long-winded."
"There must be a way, and I have already told you about it."
Ta Xianjun frowned: "What is it?"
"Old method." The teacher said softly, "Get the spiritual core of Mo Zongshi as soon as possible, and exchange his spiritual core for you, and you will be exactly the same as before."
An orange flower floated over the water, and the toes of the teacher swept a little, and the white and fragrant flowers were caught in the gap between the toes. Although Fangfei was white, it was not as clear and delicate as the skin of the teacher.
The teacher smiled and looked at the flower that was trapped on his toes and could not continue to float, and said: "We two work together, get the spiritual core one day earlier, and I will get your complete power one day earlier, what about you, You can also eat what you want to eat one day earlier.”
After a pause, he raised his soft and fluffy eyelashes: "I see someone who is thinking about it day and night."
"… "
"So cooperate with me more, Your Majesty."
"Before you asked me to go to Gu Yueye to kill people, and later I asked me to summon the Zhenlong army to attack the top of life and death. I did all this. How do you want me to cooperate with you, just say it all at once."
The teacher smiled and said: "Okay, really happy. In fact, there are not too many things to ask you to do next, only the last one is left."
"you say."
"Come to Tianyin Pavilion with me, our game of chess has come to the end, close the net."
When he said this, Step Xianjun noticed that there was a pigeon with golden tail feathers sitting behind the teacher, which was the spirit bird of Tianyin Pavilion.
"Tianyin Pavilion has news for you?"
"Yeah." The teacher stretched out two long fingers, holding a thin piece of paper, "It's all good news, everything is going according to our plan. It's not happy to be a good person, and Master Mo will spend his spiritual core. Protecting the real world is peaceful, but no one will give him his merits and guilt."
He smiled, twisted his fingers, and cursed the letter to instantly fold it into a paper butterfly and threw it to Immortal Treading.
"See for yourself."
"You don't have to look at it." Step Xianjun took the paper butterfly, but did not unfold it. He looked at the teacher with a pair of black eyes, "Just say it, when to start."
"Trial in three days. Execution in three more days."
"Six days?"
The teacher stroked the wings of the golden-tailed carrier pigeon, and his expression was very gentle, but suddenly a colorful triangular snake appeared in his sleeve, biting the neck of the pigeon like lightning, and swallowing the soft bird in an instant. belly.
All this is only between the electric light and flint, and the teacher's face has no fluctuations, as if he has long been used to it.
He smiled, brushed away a stray feather, and raised his head: "Yes, so we will stay in Jiaoshan for three more days, and then go to Tianyin Pavilion to wait."
The feather fell into the pool, and the ripples spread gently, shattering the reflections of the two men on the shore.
"His spiritual core will give you invincible power. In this way, everything you want will be available soon."
After this conversation, Ta Xianjun returned to the Jiaoshan secret room with a heavy heart.
Chu nightning was in a bad mood. It seemed that he was reading a book, but at the moment he fell asleep on the table. A white sleeve was like the first snow.
He stood beside him and watched for a while. In fact, he was just such a man, a lonely lamp, and a scroll of green books.
What is Chu nightning.
What catches your eyes.
He thought so irritably, but his Adam's apple was twitching, he couldn't help but leaned over and hugged the man, burying his cheeks between the man's neck and sniffing.
"..." Chu nightning was disturbed by him and opened his eyes. Feng's eyes were confused and gentle at first, and then he remembered the brutality of this Immortal Stepping Emperor in front of him, and his eyes suddenly became cold and sharp.
All these changes have fallen into the eyes of Stepping Xianjun. The annoyance and unwillingness in his heart became more and more like weeds, and finally he couldn't bear it and picked up Chu nightning.
"What the hell are you doing - uh!"
With a groan, the man was pushed against the wall.
Ta Xianjun kissed him hotly and desperately, from the neck to the lips, from the lips to the chin, he gasped deeply and asked, "Do you like me?"
"… "
"Chu nightning, do you like me?"
"What are you doing? Why suddenly... "
But Step Xianjun doesn't seem to want to know his answer. He just wants to ask this question. As for the answer, it has nothing to do with him.
Or maybe it's because no matter what the answer is, there's no way to go back, so it's useless.
"If I hadn't stepped on the Immortal Emperor, and I had become a grandmaster like you, would you be willing to be with me? Would you be willing to treat me better?"
He took the last bite of Chu Wanning's neck and held it like a blood-sucking possession.
It seems that the only way to prove that the person in his arms belongs to him, not to the Mo Weiyu who is completely different from himself.
But the moment his eyelashes fell, his voice became hoarse.
"Do you always like him like that more than me like this..."
"Mo Weiyu, what are you talking about!"
Yes, Chu nightning has a disordered memory at this time, only the memory of the past life, not the impression of this life. Naturally, he would not understand his nonsense.
It was probably only at this time that he belonged to the Emperor Stepping Immortal alone.
He suddenly felt sad.
I don't know why, but there was even some pride and misery in his voice.
Treading Xianjun lingered with his lover, and in the end, he asked softly: "If I took his spiritual core... Would you hate me more?"
There is nothing more incomprehensible than being denied by yourself.
Step Xianjun embraces the person in his arms.
"But you are the person in this seat..."
"Don't betray me."
When he muttered his own desires, he even felt desolate.
Probably lonely for a long time, and then the sharp knife will be dull.
"Eight years. As long as he has had you since he was reborn, I've been alone, waiting in another world for how long."
Lonely Wushan Temple, wandering without friends.
"Don't leave me for the second time.... The first time, I can still die. But if you leave for the second time... I can't even choose to die." Step Xianjun frowned, between his eyes Gloomy and crazy, sad and paranoid, "I can't stand it..."