Mo Xi's low voice sounded on the side of his auricle, exactly as he remembered, but with hesitation and anger.
"Is that what you're talking about?"
Gu Mang: "…"
In fact, Mo Xi had already sensed that something was wrong with Gu Mang. It was just that Gu Mang always said it was fine after inquiring once or twice before, and he didn't actually want to do anything wrong with Gu Mang. Although I knew it in my heart, I didn't care.
But the thatched hut was too small, and he couldn't help looking at the person who was curled up in the corner, far away from him from time to time.
Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang was feeling uncomfortable and depressed... He even saw Gu Mang's actions later.
He thought that Gu Mang had really let go of the past, and really didn't want to have any entanglement with him at all, so this one could say to himself with a smile, "Just go to bed, it's good to be happy with each other" The military ruffian who prefers to solve it quietly by himself, rather than expose his love to him.
Gu Mang could smile at Jiang Yexue, talk well with Murong Chuyi, and even talk softly to the little broken bird that he just caught, but he was the only one who kept himself cool.
Gu Mang really didn't want him anymore.
That bit of broken self-esteem and arrogance made Mo Xi want to pretend to be invisible, but when he heard Gu Mang's repressed, somewhat painful broken voice several times... he still couldn't let it go.
In the end, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in. He got up and came to the shrinking figure, leaned down, and wrapped the body with his back to him in his arms.
Gu Mang's sudden startled reaction made his heart tremble. So he finally bit the bullet and broke his vow to never touch Gu Mang again, and took the poor, unredeemed body into his palm. Gu Mang unconsciously pressed against his chest, his lower jaw and neck raised slightly: "Mo Xi..."
Mo Xi said in a hoarse voice, "Close your eyes. You just don't think it's me."
Gu Mang frowned, words stuck in his throat.
He is extremely vulnerable at this time, but in the extreme vulnerability, he still has an extremely tough soul, he wants to say, how could it not be you
It's always been you.
Mo Xi, only you...
But these unspeakable loves can only stay on the threshold of "wanting to say" after all.
The two of them, one thinks that the other party's kindness is cut off, the other thinks that their hearts are like stone, and for one reason or another, they are not willing to approach each other anymore. But love and desire, it is an endless abyss, they have already stepped on the air, and they fall endlessly in it. The surroundings are dark, and they can only grasp each other.
Mo Xi wrapped around him, and Gu Mang's last sanity collapsed. The only bright light he had left could only keep him from chanting Mo Xi's name when he was absent.
He was like a beast trapped in a sea of lust, struggling desperately to escape the cage of his old love, but he couldn't. Mo Xi knew him so well that he could easily ignite the fire in his heart, leaving him at a loss.
His unsatisfactory and tearful physique has made his eyes red, and the end of his slender eyes has water vapor gathering. He was in so much pain that his whole body was shaking, so he raised his head and leaned against Mo Xi's arms. Shouted hoarsely in that disintegrating sanity: "Let go of me..."
His tone was hard, but his voice was so soft that it seemed to melt.
It was obvious that he wanted a harsh sentence, but what came out was a vague request.
"...Let me go..." At the end, Gu Mang couldn't hold himself back. He was almost mourning. God knows how painful it was for him to restrain his love while restraining the blood of the beast.
He lost his memory, walked through a dead end, and plucked out two souls. He didn't know how long the consciousness he recovered by relying on the time mirror would last. He wondered if the sobriety that God had pityed him and returned him to him would soon be over. was withdrawn. He had obviously lost so much, but the man behind him was the last light and heat he could embrace at this moment.
He was still suppressed.
Gu Mang almost collapsed: "You...let me go..."
Let me go, don't come near me again.
Although I have been tempered with beast blood, I am still human after all, and I will feel unwilling, and I will regret the path I have chosen. But I can't go back, please... don't torture me any more...
I know that it is a cold night ahead, and your warmth will make me hesitate to move forward.
I am already a traitor. Ink goes out.
I don't want to be a coward anymore...
But what should Mo Xi do? It was also painful for Mo Xi to hold him. He didn't even understand between them, who should let who off and who could forgive who.
Because Gu Mang didn't want him to touch him, he even said a tragic sentence like "You just think this is not me" - but even so, does Gu Mang reject it
Because of this moment of sadness and hesitation, the strength of his arms loosened a little. Gu Mang, like a bird who finally got his freedom, stumbled and tried to stand up, and wanted to perch somewhere farther away from Mo Xi.
However, the poison in his body was transpiring, and the pain made his waist soft, and he had no strength all over his body, he only staggered to support half of his body, and fell back down between the rice stalks. I don’t know how many monsters have been repaired here before. The golden hay has a pungent smell. Gu Mang’s throat let out a painful whimper. …
Then he saw Mo Xi stand up, his figure reflected in his eyes.
This is really embarrassing, he wanted to know what kind of miserable situation he was in now, but Mo Xi didn't even mess up his robes.
Wuyan's incense poison became more and more turbulent in his body, he frowned in pain, raised his hand and said, "You..."
He wanted to say, you go away.
But it was so uncomfortable that he bit his lip before he finished speaking.
Mo Xi would have mistaken Gu Mang's meaning, thinking that he stretched out his hand to pull him up by himself. So he held Gu Mang's hand...
It was as if the last cluster of molten flow had topped the rock formation. That very subtle touch of ten fingers finally made Gu Mang, who was stretched to the extreme, lose his shackles. Human desire succumbed to demon blood at this moment.
Gu Mang was not able to get up, but instead dragged Mo Xi down.
Mo Xi was caught off guard, and the soft rice sank after the two of them. The dust of the rice grains spread out in the turbid air like a whip.
"Gu Mang..."
Hearing him call his name, Gu Mang's eyes suddenly heated up.
He was really trembling, his lips were trembling, and the light in his blue eyes was flowing and scattered. Before, he could say you let me go, but the strong poison of monsters burned to the extreme, and his fingertips were shaking. Looking up at Mo Xi's handsome face like this, biting his lower lip, he couldn't say anything.
Instinct was forcing him, forcing him to reveal his sincerity.
Over the years... He has done many decisive things, walked many blood-stained roads, and left many things behind, except for Mo Xi.
Mo Xi was not abandoned by him, but was abandoned by him.
Take the knife, inch by inch, gouging out his own flesh and blood, cutting it from the heart.
In fact, when he watched Mo Xi in the rain of bat blood, his heartbeat accelerated and went crazy, but he concealed all this indifferently and mercilessly.
In fact, how is that so.
He loves him so much, misses him so much, misses him when he is in Caoying, misses him in the night rain on the boat, loves him, misses him, misses him in the depths of his broken memories.
He bit his lip, tears flashing in his eyes. That's because the toxicity is suffering, but more, because he has really been destroyed by missing to the extreme.
He really wanted to be selfish regardless, and wanted to say, hug me. Mo Xi, please... save me, I've been immersed in the sea of blood for eight years... can you hug me again...
i miss you...
After gouging out your heart, that scar has never healed...
Gu Mang blinked his eyes, he felt something hot and moist running down the end of his eyes, seeping into his temples, Mo Xi raised his hand and touched his cheek.
He grabbed Mo Xi's hand, he used almost all his strength and intelligence, and said to Mo Xi in a very low voice, "...Detox me..."
He saw Mo Xi's dark eyes flickered with some light that had nothing to do with desire.
The heart is cut like a knife and cooked with fire.
"It's just... detoxification..." Gu Mang closed his eyes, his throat choked up, "... I will... detox you... "
The five fingers holding Mo Xi's wrist trembled violently.
"I'll treat you... as... another person."
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the light in Mo Xi's eyes had gone out, and it had become an endless, Bianstone-bone eternal night.
Mo Xi's expression was sad, but just like he was used to using laughter to cover up his heart, his younger brother Mo Xi finally learned to use indifference to cover up his true feelings.
His Mo Xi was no longer the boy who came to confess his love in the snowy night when he wanted to understand his love.
They are not anymore.
The pain subsided in the black eyes, and the chill floated up.
Mo Xi almost gritted his teeth, and then Gu Mang felt a terrifying force, and suddenly turned him over.
Such a move... is indeed like a forced catharsis, which has nothing to do with love.
Gu Mang was in extreme pain because of the demon poison. He crouched down between the golden rice stalks, his soft cheeks were slightly sideways, and he was very confused.
It seems that since the battle of Fengming Mountain, he has been losing, lost to the court, lost to the conspiracy, and now lost to himself.
He felt extremely uncomfortable, and couldn't help but turn around, vaguely wanting to look back at the man he loved deeply, but what followed was Mo Xi took off his black hairband and covered him in front of the eyes.
"you… "
"You'll probably feel better if you don't look at my face."
"..." The long eyelashes trembled behind the headband, Gu Mang didn't know what Mo Xi's expression was like when he said this. In fact, Gu Mang couldn't think anymore, his mind was sticky, but this feeling was not good - the demon blood would be satisfied, but his reason would eventually be shattered.
Mo Xi neither kissed him nor caressed him pitifully. Mo Xi used to be extremely affectionate and loving, but this was the first time he didn't do anything like this.
"Why is everyone shaking?"
"… "
Gu Mang's lips trembled, and he insisted: "I'm fine..."
However, Mo Xi raised his hand and stroked the hairband covering his eyes, only to find that tears were seeping out of the hairband.
Mo Xi: "..."
Gu Mang bit his wet lower lip without saying a word. He couldn't see what was in front of him, but he could feel his jaw being pinched by Mo Xi and turned around.
Mo Xi's voice was so close, Gu Mang could even feel his breathing clearly: "Because it's me, so even if you are forced into this by this poisonous miasma, you still don't want to. Right?"
"… "
A little silence.
Mo Xi said, "Gu Mang. How much do you not want me?"
Gu Mang was forced to cry. He was lying on the haystack. He didn't know what was going on. He just felt that he was forced to have no alternative. He raised his hand to untie the hairband, but his wrist was held.
"Ink, ink extinguishes..."
"Why did you call me by my name?"
Mo Xi didn't know whether it was for his own dignity, or for Gu Mang's feelings, or for the sake of two people who were separated from each other but couldn't love each other, and found a rare reason to stick together.
But in fact, in the bottom of their hearts, they have been looking forward to such a reason and excuse for too long.
"As you said." Mo Xi's voice was hoarse, "What I can do now, what I should do, is just to detoxify you. And what else... "
After a while, he whispered, "...It doesn't matter."