Crazy thoughts made Mo Ran's eyes red with blood. He trembled all over, lost his mind, tightly choked Chu nightning's throat, and roared and couldn't stop asking each other.
As long as he said the second half of the sentence, as long as he said the sentence "death and life without resentment". It must be... it must be...
"Well!"
A humming sounded in his ear, Chu nightning couldn't breathe, his face was flushed, and the struggle was finally weak.
The ink burned for a moment, the red eyes were wide open, and madness and Qingming were flashing inside. Suddenly he reacted and let go of his hands. Chu nightning fell back to the couch, with five scars on his neck and neck. , Gradually recall the burning soul.
"..." He opened his mouth and wanted to call Master, but he couldn't call it out. He wanted to call Chu Wanning, but he couldn't make a sound. He hesitated, and hoarsely leaked out, "You..."
The throat is as thirsty as it has been burnt by fire, and the ink burns and swallows the saliva with difficulty, slightly slowing down the consciousness.
Then why did he say the last sentence of his previous life before he died, "I'm the one who betrayed you" at this moment.
This sentence, isn't it a false statement that Chu nightning had to say to him in order to keep Xue Meng and those cultivators who were hypocritical and hypocritical
He has never believed it, and has always been unwilling to believe that Chu nightning will really admit his mistakes to him and say soft words to himself. Anyway, Chu nightning must be lying to himself, he must not like himself. Anyway, this master has never looked down on him, and has never really treated him.
Killing the master, he didn't regret it at all.
not at all…
The ink burned away and slowly closed his eyes.
He doesn't want to stay here for a moment, Chu nightning is life or death, what does it have to do with him!
He turned to go.
want to go.
But he couldn't move his footsteps.
It's me who thins you.
The cold and handsome face that was dripping with blood in his memory turned out to be a little gentle in the end. Beside the Kunlun Tianchi, the man slowly raised his hand in a pool of blood and touched his forehead with his fingertips. The finger was already cold, but there was some warmth in his phoenix eyes. But Mo Ran felt at the time that he should have seen it wrong.
Life and death do not complain.
Chu nightning said softly, blood and tears slowly dripped down his eyes.
"Ink burns..."
The man on the couch murmured in his dream, and the slight two sounds made the person who was called tremble. When he came back to his senses, Mo Ran was already standing by the bed, holding the bed wall with one hand, leaning over and staring at Chu Wanning's pale face.
Those thin and water-colored lips opened and closed slightly, and there was another sound.
"Ink burns..."
Closing his eyes, the ink burned his long eyebrows, and his fingertips stuck into the hard and cold rosewood, as if he was trying to hold down something. In the end, he couldn't help but said hoarsely: "Chu nightning, are you sincere?"
"Is it true what you said..."
It seems that the pain in the chest is about to burst. Since Chu nightning will never be reborn, then he will say this now, only because he feels that he is not treating him well since this time, and he feels guilty.
Is it sincere
Chu nightning is a dream, and naturally he will not answer him, but the ink burning still wants to wait for an answer.
"… "
I closed my eyes and waited for a while, but there was still no movement. The ink burned and sighed, and slowly raised the eyelashes with some unwillingness.
But caught off guard, he met a pair of hazy phoenix eyes.
Half open and half closed, will wake up and sleep soundly.
Chu nightning didn't know when he opened his eyes, but from his expression, he could see that his consciousness was not clear, but he was temporarily awake in the torment. Chitose.
Wan Ye Yu Heng is always as sharp as thunder on weekdays, rarely when he is so dazed.
Forget the usual sharp edges, the person lying there is actually so beautiful, the ends of the eyes are dyed with some thin red, and they look at him so unguardedly.
The heart trembled violently, and Mo Ran felt a little tight in the throat, and whispered: "You..."
This kind of scene is too similar to the way he loved him in his previous life. The ink burned his thoughts and trembled. For a time, he seemed to feel that he was still in the Wushan Temple. Chu nightning was his prisoner and his forbidden male pet. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but dry my mouth, and my breathing gradually became heavier.
I can not…
I do not like him.
Don't touch him again.
The sins of the past are gone. In this life, we are only teachers and students.
The ink burned with one hand on the bed, looking down at Chu nightning, holding back and never crossing the line. His long hair, tied into a ponytail, fell down his shoulders in countless strands, and the ends fell on the other side's pillow.
Chu nightning was lying in his clothes, his long hair was scattered, and his expression was numb at first. After a while, his eyes gradually reflected the reflection of the burning ink. Chu nightning was slightly stunned, and then it seemed that the nightmare had not disappeared, still I don't know what is going on today. He slowly stretched out his hand, stopped for a moment in the air, and finally touched the burning eyebrows.
"It's me who beat you..."
When he said this, he was as gentle as in the previous life.
Mo Ran only felt a bang, and there was something in my mind that suddenly collapsed.
His heart was surging and his head was hot. The consciousness he finally recalled collapsed, and he had no time to think about anything. The familiar desire had made him lean over and pressed on Chu Wanning, and kissed the lips that were slightly opened. , hands shaking uncontrollably to tear his clothes. In an instant, the past is like a sea of waves, and everything around it seems to be melting. It seems that in the soft red Wushan Hall again, the dragon and the phoenix are shining brightly.
"Well… "
In the wet and hot glue, the humming from Chu nightning made the ink burn more and more crazy. What you don't like, what you hate, what you don't touch him anymore, all shattered into a bubble.
Mo Ran only felt that he was not dead yet, and the slightly trembling body under him was still his.
I want to kiss him, want to hug him, want to tear through him fiercely, and let this unattainable, cold and immortal person choked and begged for mercy under him, and he was fucked to a climax.
"Chu nightning..." He murmured hoarsely.
The thrill of extinction washed over the soul, and even the fingertips were hot.
He held the cool and soft lips again, and the bitterness of the medicinal juice still lingered between his teeth, but his heart was beating like a drum, and he was confused. He is too familiar with this person. After the rebirth, because of resentment, he has been reluctant to make out with him again. But when kissing him, only Mo Ran himself knew that it was such an ecstatic comfort, as if the dying traveler in the desert tasted the nectar, like a cold night wrapped in a fire pond to cover Hot coats.
I thought I lived a new life, and I should cut off from him.
Unexpectedly, after all, it was still difficult to restrain his feelings, and he couldn't hold it back with a single word, so he kissed him without authorization.
If it wasn't torn for a long time, the clothes on Chu nightning couldn't be torn apart, and something that suddenly fell out of the clothes was scorched by the ink, maybe he was dizzy, and he would directly ask his master regardless of the consequences. Unknown.
"Dang!"
After sticking the ink to burn the finger, the metal that fell on the pillow seat rolled twice and stopped in the same place.
The ink burned on the head, didn't care about this little injury, just glared at the thing angrily, and continued to go back and compete with the difficult clothes on Chu nightning. It's okay if you don't kiss or hold him. Once you press it on him, the feeling of the previous life will come back. Just recalling the slender and narrow touch on Chu's late waist makes him feel a kind of inextricable excitement.
But the silk gauze and white clothes on Chu nightning's body seemed to have cast a spell, and it couldn't be pulled apart for a long time!
The ink burned and scolded, slammed the bed board, got up and prepared to take the blade to cut the waistband that was wrapped three times.
When he sat up, his peripheral vision swept to the metal object that had fallen beside him. The ink burned at first, but suddenly there was a trace of clarity in the mind of the raging fire.
He was stunned for a moment, then turned back suddenly to look at the thing again.
It was a brilliant golden orchid butterfly hairpin. When he was in Peach Blossom Spring, he had saved up feathers for several days and bought them for Xia Sini.
At that time, he also buckled the hairpin to the top of Xia Sini's ponytail with his own hands, and coaxed the unhappy younger brother, saying, "The child should use gold or red. Look, how lively it is."
The ink burned and picked up the hairpin, only to feel that the head was poured into a basin of cold water. Everyone was stunned.
No... what's the situation
How could the things he gave to Xia Si Ni appear in the arms of Chu Wanning? !
Could it be that…
A terrible idea gradually emerged in Mo Ran's brain. He slowly turned his head and fell on Chu Wanning with moist and lustful eyes. The master had already fainted, and Mo Ran stared at his face and looked at that. He kissed his lips that were a little red, and his heart skipped a few beats.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
He thinks he must be crazy...
Did Chu nightning not lie to him
Could it be, could it be... Xia Sini - is he really the son of Chu Wanning
This conjecture made the ink shudder, and I only felt that my scalp was about to explode!
The author has something to say: Feed the fish: (raises his hand) Can't make a home run? I protest.
Chu nightning: The protest is invalid, go to your dream.
Xue Meng: The protest is invalid, go to your dream.
Meat Bun: The protest is invalid, just go to your dreams.
Auditor Jinjiang: The protest is invalid, go ahead and live your dream.