Chapter 219: [蛟山]莫相离
The ink burned without answering words, or he couldn't answer the words. He stepped forward and couldn't help but hug Chu.
"……what happened to you?"
The arms are cool clothes and warm body.
"How come you cry?"
He doesn't know, dream, true?
He is no longer clear, but in the red lotus water, there is no body that is cold and cold in the evening. His master is still alive, and he is still worried that the joints of the night **** are not flexible enough. He is considering whether to brush the tung oil or the varnish.
This seems to be enough.
He was indulged in this moment and didn't want to wake up again.
Together with Chu Yuening, he completed the mech, and it was already late, so he pulled Chu and returned to the room, as if he had been born before, and he was stalked with his neck.
Chu Xi Ning in the dream is not so docile, he always has such a slap in the face, so that can not be put down.
Even if you are happy in the bed, you often bite your lower lip when you vent it. The phoenix contains water vapor, but it doesn't scream, but it is heavy and can't be contained.
The candlelight did not go out, the melting lamp reflected the face of the person underneath, and the ink burned almost obsessively gazing at his fascinating appearance. He stared at the facial features of Chu’s late night, his eyebrows, staring at the black scorpion of Chu’s late night. The shadow of the candle is immersed in the scorpion.
The shadow of the candle sways, like a petal in the deep pool.
When the ink burns, the petals sway and float in the pool, and the wheel is opened. Finally, the moist water vapor falls from the end of the night, and is kissed by the ink.
He knows very well what kind of person is late at night. If he does not need medicine, it is difficult to be in love. His self-control is really regrettable.
But what about it?
Tears are uncontrollable, and the rapid breathing is also the same. It doesn't matter if you don't call it. Watching him be sobbed by himself, dry to the flushed eyes, the strong chest can't keep ups and downs, and the gasps are good.
After a night of sorrow, I went to sleep when I arrived.
The smoldering person embraced the person in his arms, and each other was sweaty. The hot and hot body was attached to the hot and hot body, and even the hair was stuck on the buccal side.
He kissed Chu's earlobe and neck with tenderness and lingering, and he held him tighter in his arms.
"That's fine, Master, now you are by my side, that's fine."
He slept.
He opened his eyes and was shocked that Chu Ning was not on his side.
"Master?!"
Sit up.
Then he saw that Chu was standing in the semi-open Xuan window, it was already dawn, and there was light rain outside the window.
The ink sighed and he reached out to him: "Master, come here..."
However, Chu nightning did not move, he was dressed neatly, white snow, quietly looking at the man on the bed. The ink burned on him, and suddenly a strong uneasiness rose from his heart.
Chu night Ning said to him: "The ink burns, I should go."
"Go?" He groaned, the mattress was still hot, there was a broken hair on the pillow, and there was a faint obscenity, but Chu nighting stood in front of his eyes, but it seemed to be separated by a lake and a sea. Thin, ink burns, "Where are you going? Here is the red lotus, it is your home, we are already at home, where are you going?"
Chu night Ning shook his head. He turned his face and looked at the paleness that gradually appeared outside the window. He said: "Without time, the sky will be bright."
"Late Ning!!"
Just a wink.
The room was empty, and nothing left.
He rushed from the bed, and the shoes and socks were not allowed to wear, so he rushed out the door.
The wind blows away in the night, and the snow falls to zero. Last night, the splendid crabapple flower has been knocked down. The residual flowers are covered with steps and tables and chairs. The stone table is also filled with a finished night god, metal gloves and sickle. Just thrown aside, it seems that Chu Xiaoning has just left, as if Chu will rather come back at any time.
"Night? Late Ning!"
He madly ran in the red lotus water, looking for, but he has been around the lotus pond, he did not dare to go to the lotus pond in the subconscious, he did not dare to go...
But he eventually went to the past with a lost soul.
With bare feet, step on the cool bluestone road.
He was able to stand still a long distance from the lotus pond. From the pale toes all the way up, the last thing I could see was an unmanned face.
He was wide-eyed, and he looked at the man lying in the lotus pond, and the last two years before his death, almost every day.
Lying in the depths of the flowers, the body is not decaying, the collar is clean, and what is the difference when living?
……What's the difference! ! !
He walked over step by step.
Nearly.
More recent.
As long as you go further, you can come to the pool and you can see each of his eyelashes. After his death, he seems to be a slightly squinting eyebrow, no longer the open eyes.
But he slammed down.
Kneeling on the slate, he groaned, trembling and shuddering for a while, he suddenly thought of the fairy medicine that Liu Lao gave him, and he could resurrect the fairy medicine. He was so ecstatic, his fingers were trembling and trembled. Looking for the Qiankun bag, he pulled out the pieces inside.
"The fairy medicine... the fairy medicine... I want the fairy medicine that can be brought back to life... The fairy medicine? What about the fairy medicine?!!!"
Everything was all over, and he turned the entire Qiankun bag to the bottom, and he refused to let him go through the inch of the needle.
But no.
The fairy medicine is gone, and the fairy medicine is not inside.
Maybe it’s only a time to hit Liu Lao and get the fairy medicine. Is that a dream?
No, this is a dream, it’s one after another...
He collapsed, his consciousness was chaotic, and he raised his hand in desperately rubbing his cheeks and eyelids. He murmured: "No, yes... I clearly put it inside... Fairy medicine... There is a fairy medicine ...some...some..."
He once again frantically searched for it, so he looked around in the hysterical form of Chu’s body, and his eyes twitched with horrible glow, but the voice was more and more sobbing, more and more desperate, he finally leaned over. Cried in tears.
"I put it in, I put it in!!"
As soon as he opened his hands and smashed the debris in front of him, countless jingling porcelain bottles rolled down and even shattered. He crawled forward and smashed in a piece of debris, and the pieces plunged into his flesh and knees. He didn't care, he climbed over to the man lying in the lotus pond.
He finally took him out of the pool and held the cold body in his arms.
- That was what he had always wanted to do before he had never done.
He was holding the body of Chu Xinning, the drizzle was still lingering, and the sky was lit up layer by layer, but it had nothing to do with him. He was holding Chu’s body and crying, he was sticking to his cheek. Kissing his nose, eyelashes, lips.
"Master...I beg you...justify me...please beg you..."
At that moment, his figure and the body that had been ruined by his mother on the mass grave, and the orphans who pleaded with the gentleman to bury him with his mother, overlapped.
That year, he was only five years old. A five-year-old child vowed never to see someone who loves to be close to him. In front of him, the musculoskeletal bones rot and fall into the mud.
A dazzling, so many years have passed, the 32-year-old Teng Xianjun holding the body of his master, sometimes laughing and laughing, sometimes crying.
It was a body that was the same as before, and he did it. He could make the dead as a living person. The skin of the body even seemed to have a pale blood color, and it looked like a peaceful sleep.
This time he did not beg anyone to bury him with Chu Yuning.
But Stepping Xianjun himself has buried himself alive. On the day after Chu’s death, he drank a jar of pears and white flowers. Later, every day, every day, he was in a tomb of a living dead named Honglian Water Margin. In the drunk, dreams of death. From that day on, he has buried himself.
"Master, you rationalize me..."
"Ink burning!"
"You...justify me..."
He vaguely heard someone calling him, a familiar voice. The surrounding area was dark again. He then grabbed a piece of driftwood like a dying person. Someone reached out to him. He choked and held the man tightly. "You don't want to go, I don't do anything bad or bad." No longer make you angry..."
He climbed the man's finger and handed him a finger.
He smelled a touch of floral fragrance and the aroma of sea otters.
"I have a dead medicine that I am still alive, but I... I don't know why, I can't find it... I can't find it, but can you not go, please?" He followed without hesitation. The place where the warm body is, he hugged the body. "Please, I would rather..."
"The person I would rather die is me."
"Ink! I wake up!"
But he can't wake up, the pain is deeper than the sea, he is going to die, he can't wake up.
His throat whimpered, and he hugged the man who called him. The ciliary was so moist: "I would rather die than me, Master..."
"Dog stuff! What are you doing! Hello!"
Suddenly a man rushed over, grabbed him, and then surrounded a mess, someone poured a cold water between his lips and teeth.
The ink burned and chilled, and the water was cold like the millennium ice, almost freezing his lungs.
He blinked sharply!
"..."
The first thing that caught my eye was Jiang Yan’s gloomy face, holding a blue-colored jade bottle in his hand, and apparently he was given what he was in the bottle.
"I……"
As soon as he spoke, he found that his throat was hoarse and he couldn't say more.
Then he looked around and found himself back to the Zongtang Tiangong. The cold sweat had drenched the heavy clothes. The people around him looked at him strangely, especially Xue Meng. His face was white and white, very unsightly.
I was lying on the knees of Chu night, and my hands were tightly holding the waist of Chu’s late night. The nightly dress that Chu’s original dress was so sloppy, had been pulled in his dreams, and the robe of the robe was Sliding to the shoulder.
Ink burning: "..."
He didn't... he didn't say anything that shouldn't be said?
Chu’s face is not good-looking, but it’s still quite calm. He said: “Why is it so fast for a person to run forward?”
"Master, I... I am..."
"You are stunned." Jiang Yan collected the jade bottle, and then stood up again, coveted. "Here, I will give you a cold dream, you will feel very cold, after a cup of tea. Just fine."
The ink burned has not recovered from the horrible dreams of that layer. His eyes are still a little confused. After a long time, he muttered, "Hold it?... But I have been very careful, and No... I didn’t notice any traces of the technique...”
Jiang Yan has some sly claws showing his edge: "How is the stupid thing?"
Everyone present: "..."
"The world is the most embarrassing, the most murderous invisible, do you think it is a technique?" The medicinal squad squinted at the door and shook his sleeves. "The wrong thing is the most powerful thing in the world."
"In this day's palace, a kind of fragrance is smoked in advance, called 'the 19th floor prison'. This kind of spice is colorless and tasteless, but it can make people feel the illusion and fall into the greatest fear of life." Jiang Yan said When I got here, I paused, and then I looked at the ink. "The bigger the fear, the deeper it is. I have saved a few people who were jailed by the 19th floor and gave them four to five dreams." They wake up in the cold water - but do you know how much you drank?"
"……How many?"
Jiang Yan seems to be somewhat unhappy, saying: "The big half bottle. It is enough to save more than one hundred people, and then call back your consciousness.... I am a little curious, Mo Zongshi, you are young, why is this so? Deep fear, what are you afraid of?"