Beiquan let out a soft tone, and deliberately put emphasis on the word "many", Wei Fuyuan shivered inexplicably, a chill running from his tailbone straight to his brain.
No lights were turned on in the room, and all the lighting was from street lights coming in from the window.
In the dim light, Beiquan sat sideways on the edge of the bed, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He knew that it was Beiquan who was deliberately trying to scare him, and he didn't want to do what the other party wanted, but his body was still very honest and felt creepy.
As a modern person from a society governed by the rule of law, let alone murder, even strangling a cat and kicking a dog is cruel in Wei Fuyuan's view. But now Beiquan actually told him that he had killed people, and he had also killed many people.
In the darkness, Beiquan's chestnut pupils shone brightly, almost like the eyes of a feline beast.
Wei Fuyuan was stunned by Beiquan's stare, and couldn't help shivering again.
He subconsciously reached out and hugged his arm, "Why... why do you want to kill?"
"It was the last year of the Yuan Dynasty."
Beiquan hooked his lips and smiled:
"In this time of trouble, what else is impossible?"
Speaking of the word "chaotic times", Wei Fuyuan couldn't help but think of Xuanmen Village, which he and Beiquan visited some time ago.
In that fragmented space, he once shared the feeling with the young master who drowned the corpse in the abandoned well, and saw with the other's eyes how he was murdered by the villagers for money.
In this way, the whole village, men and women, young and old, can turn around and become gangsters and thieves. Wei Fuyuan used to be seen only in film and television works, so it was still a great shock to him at that time. The so-called poor mountains and bad waters, the so-called people are not living, only by seeing it with your own eyes can you understand the heavy meaning behind these words.
"This… "
Wei Fuyuan didn't know what Beiquan was killing for in the first place, but no matter whether he was a soldier or a bandit, in the end, killing was for the sake of life.
and…
"I believe you."
After getting along these days, he asked himself what he knew about Beiquan six hundred and fifty years later.
Beiquan is definitely not a nosy and generous Virgin, and she will not talk about good words such as mercy. But it is not difficult to see from the details of his actions that he is actually a kind-hearted, soft and delicate good person.
Wei Fuyuan had long noticed that while dealing with evil spirits, Beiquan would always deal with those involved as properly as possible.
Even the little son in the dry well—a resentful spirit that had been dead for many, many years, Beiquan also tried to resolve its grievances, put away its soul, and handed it over to the temple to support him, and then dedicated it to the little son afterward. Burned paper horses and even a full set of electronics.
Wei Fuyuan felt that a good person like Beiquan must have his own reasons even if he killed someone 650 years ago.
"what."
Beiquan couldn't help but laugh.
"You believe me?"
He asked back:
"You don't even know what I did back then, so you believe me?"
Wei Fuyuan pursed his lips: "Then tell me."
Beiquan shook his head helplessly: "It's a pity, I can't even remember it myself."
The past six hundred years ago is already blurred, and Beiquan only vaguely remembers some flash fragments before his death.
Back then, he was seriously injured, climbed out of the bloody sea of corpses on the battlefield, endured the pain and fled into the forest, but accidentally fell down the mountain stream...
When he was on the verge of death, Beiquan remembered that half of his body was immersed in the icy, biting river water, allowing the water to take away the only blood and body temperature left in his body. A line of floating clouds overhead.
The place where Beiquan died was very coincidental. It happened to be a basin where Yin and Qi accumulated, and there was an ancient battlefield nearby.
Shan Lan has been blowing across the battlefield all the year round, sweeping the resentment of thousands of ghosts down the cliff, and depositing it in the mountain stream with a slow flow almost like still water, making this a natural corpse breeding ground.
Beiquan's body has not rotted for years here. After the death of three souls and seven souls, he was trapped by Yin Qi and could not escape. He even had the condition of "corpse transformation", which finally allowed him to survive for hundreds of years without any guidance. Later turned into a ghost repair.
However, Beiquan's cultivation base was still weak at that time, and the place where the corpse was buried was an extremely remote mountain forest on the southwestern border, and he could not be too far away from his corpse as a ghost cultivator. Wei and Jin" level, but before being imprisoned in this body by "spiritualism", he was a local turtle who could not see a few people all year round.
So later, he revived his corpse and obtained a new body, which was equivalent to being able to live again, Beiquan was very happy, and vaguely had a kind of "birth mother" that he had never even seen, let alone hugged him once. Complicated gratitude and indebtedness.
But he is only a lonely ghost of unknown origin after all. The mother family of the "birth mother" is not willing to accept him at all, and suffers from the fact that the technique has been completed and cannot be changed, so he had to send him as a baby to the secret realm of Zhuling and let him fend for itself over there...
…
Thinking of this, Beiquan's lips curled slightly, revealing a very shallow smile.
Although he has never experienced the affection of his parents in his two lifetimes, he has a good teacher, and it is not worth living this life in vain.
"Little Wei."
Beiquan quickly suppressed the smile on his face and turned to look at Wei Fuyuan:
"What you like is just my skin, right?"
"Do not-"
Wei Fuyuan didn't want to deny it immediately.
But halfway through, I got stuck.
Because he had to admit that, whether it was his face, body or temperament, every item was in line with his aesthetics, and he was really greedy for Beiquan's body.
Beiquan hummed softly:
"Then do you know what I used to look like?"
Wei Fuyuan shook his head:
"do not know… "
Beiquan glanced at him sideways: "Do you want to see it?"
Wei Fuyuan swallowed his saliva and blurted out subconsciously, "What, what do you think?"
He said in his heart that he would not be photographed again, and shared with Beiquan's memory, right
Beiquan just smiled slightly, then raised his hand and covered Wei Fuyuan's eyes.
Wei Fuyuan: "??"
From Beiquan's fingers, he vaguely saw that the other party lowered his head, as if he had done something.
Beiquan quickly released his hand.
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
He couldn't believe what he saw!
Sitting beside him was no longer the fair-skinned, handsome-faced Beiquan he was most familiar with, but a bronze-skinned strong bearded man with a height of over 1.9 meters.
This is so exciting!
Wei Fuyuan was stunned, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at the other party: "North, North, North, North Spring?"
"Um."
The bearded man nodded:
"I used to look like this."
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
To be honest, the strange man sitting next to him is actually quite handsome.
But he took a completely rough route, with a national character face, wide nose, thick lips, and a unkempt beard that climbed from the temples to the upper lip. He could directly enter the "Da ○ Dynasty" crew without makeup to play a general who conquered the Xiongnu in the north. of the kind.
Not to mention that the other party is still full of tendons, holding up the long-sleeved black shirt bulging, especially the chest muscles are inflated to the extent that the eyes can directly collapse the buttons with one breath.
- Who is sleeping with whom?
Wei Fuyuan beeped frantically in his heart.
Beiquan tilted his head: "How about it, do you still like it?"
- Brother, don't tilt your head and kill you when you look like this!
Wei Fuyuan wept silently.
He raised his hand and motioned Beiquan to stop talking, he wanted to be quiet.
Beiquan really closed his mouth.
Wei Fuyuan was really struggling at this time.
To be honest, he doesn't hate Beiquan's current appearance. On the contrary, as long as he ignores the weed-like beard, Jijijidao is also a handsome guy.
It's just that he asked himself that he liked the type that was beautiful, handsome, warm and jade-like, and a muscular man who seemed to be able to smash through a wall with a punch was really not within his defense range.
not to mention…
Wei Fuyuan swallowed hard and began to seriously think about a very deadly question.
With this height, this body type, and this body of tendon, Beiquan's visual inspection must have exceeded one hundred and eighty pounds. Even if Wei Fuyuan asked himself that his skills were not bad, was he sure he could hold the opponent down
-But…
Wei Fuyuan frowned deeply and fell into even more tangled contemplation.
- But, even if he grows up like this, he is still Beiquan...
Even if it was a look that didn't suit his taste at all, when Wei Fuyuan was thinking about what to do, he didn't think about separation, but how to make such a big and three rough man.
Although the vast majority of people are visual creatures, Wei Fuyuan also admitted that he initially looked at Beiquan differently because of his delicate and beautiful skin.
But now, even after knowing that the face and body did not belong to Beiquan himself, Wei Fuyuan still did not intend to give up.
- Gee!
Wei Fuyuan clicked his tongue.
- This is the so-called "love"!
Thinking of this, he gritted his back molars fiercely, and said that he was desperate! Anyway, it doesn't look the same when the lights are turned off, as long as you can hold people down!
Wei Fuyuan suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed Beiquan's shoulder, pushing hard with all his strength—
"Boom!"
Beiquan fell down and lay on the bed on his back.
"Even so, I-I still want you!"
Wei Fuyuan put his hands on the side of the bearded strong man and said fiercely:
"Don't think you can run away from me by looking like this! You are mine! Beiquan, you are mine, you know!?"
Beiquan: "..."
He watched Wei Fuyuan grit his teeth and speak harshly. For some reason, his heart suddenly jumped a few times.
The long-lost throbbing turned into a warm current, spreading from the bottom of my heart to the throat, making Beiquan, who has always been at ease, feel ashamed and overwhelmed.
So he blushed.
It's just that the light is very dark now, and he is wearing a bronze-colored black skin, so it's really hard to tell.
—Really… idiot…
Beiquan sighed silently, and suddenly reached out his hand and clasped the back of Wei Fuyuan's head.
Then he pulled and tugged hard, pressed down the whole person, raised his head, and kissed his big fool on the lips impartially.
The author has something to say: In view of Beiquan's previous bad record, I think everyone guessed 2333
(That's right, it's playing with Xiaowei's classmates)