Chapter 70 Volume Three Five

Yimo had never thought that he would cry, and when he noticed his tears, he was shocked. Even a demon who has lived for two thousand years sheds tears, but Yimo doesn't think it's true.

Will a demon who has lived for two thousand years shed tears?

But the tears just fell. Glides across cheeks to print water marks. Yimo tasted it, it was salty and astringent. It was no different from what he had tasted. There is no difference between demon tears and human tears. Salty, astringent, bitter.

The demon's tears are exactly the same as those of Shen Qingxuan III.

Liu Yan was still screaming: "Don't cry, Yimo, don't cry, I'm wrong, you don't cry." The blood and mud on his face were washed away by his own tears. Keep asking the other person not to cry.

Yimo picked him up and held him in his arms. Liu Yan didn't struggle anymore, and wiped Yimo's face while crying. He couldn't even care if the blood on his hands touched Yimo's face, he just didn't want him to. cry because it hurts. Those tears seemed to turn into a pair of hands, stabbed into his heart alive, as if strangling his heart to death. Liu Yan cried out in pain: "I was wrong Yimo, don't cry, don't cry..."

Yimo said, "You fool." He healed the fool's wounds, and looked at the piece of flesh that was restored to its original state, pure and white, but no more cinnabar.

Without cinnabar, wouldn't he be that person? of course not. Yimo sneered and comforted Liu Yan in his arms. When he was sobbing and choking, he whispered: "What's the use of cutting it?" It's useless, it's useless at all, it's just a mark, a sign , without this mark, nothing can be changed. But the fool does not understand.

The fool raised his face sobbing and said, "You're not happy to see it. I treated you badly in my last life, and we don't want it."

"We don't want it, I'm good to you, don't be unhappy." Liu Yan lay on his shoulders and said over and over again: "Don't want it, it's not good, I'm good to you. Yimo don't cry."

Yimo couldn't say anything else, only hugged the body in his arms tighter, hugged the innocent and ignorant Liu Yan, and said over and over again: Fool.

Speaking in such a low voice, everything became empty, and there was only a silly Liu Yan in his arms, Liu Yan who said that he wanted to be nice to him, and Liu Yan who digged his heart. The dark emotions in his heart were tumbling, like a dark whirlpool, Yimo buried his head on the side of Liu Yan's neck, and bit his shoulder through the clothes.

Liu Yan shuddered, but did not cry out in pain, but patted him on the back, just like Yimo often did, coaxing him, saying: "Yimo is not sad, I am good to you."

The teeth biting on his shoulder slowly loosened, Yimo did not move, his face was buried on the side of his neck, and the weight of his body was handed over, resting on Liu Yan's shoulder with closed eyes, like a very tired child. Liu Yan knew that he was stupid, didn't understand what he was thinking, and might never understand. But as long as Yimo gave him, he would take it all, whether it was love or hurt, or just the weight of an adult who leaned over like this, Liu Yan patted his back, and calmed down in Yimo's silence, gently Patting him on the back, not shouting or screaming.

Then the two hugged each other and fell asleep.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Yimo opened his eyes and lit a candle to light up the light. On the brightly lit bed, Yimo looked at the face in his arms, it was dirty, with blood and mud, and two funny white marks, but because Liu Yan was asleep, it didn't look like it was. So stupid. Yimo looked at him for a long time, until Liu Yan suddenly choked in his sleep, as if he was crying in a dream, very sad. Yimo didn't know why he had promised not to bully him, but he bullied him anyway, bullying so much that he was crying when he fell asleep. He doesn't want to bully him.

Even a fool doesn't want to be bullied. Yimo looked away and slid into his loosened coat. There was no more red cinnabar on that chest.

Shen Qingxuan didn't have it in his chest, Ji Jiu didn't have it, and now, neither did Liu Yan.

In the last life, Ji Jiu had that snake kiss on his wrist, that was because Shen Qingxuan was too obsessed, and then Ji Jiu disappeared, with Liu Yan, and a little cinnabar mole on his heart. Now that Liu Yan is gone, Yimo thinks about it, maybe in the next life, Shen Qingxuan's fourth generation will have nothing on him.

Originally, it didn't matter. Yes, he is the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan, the person he is looking for, this will not disappear with the disappearance of the red mole.

That's all, stupid is stupid. There is nothing wrong with Shen Qingxuan crying and shouting to be nice to him. Even though I recognized it like this, I don't know why, there was always something missing in my heart. It didn't seem like it should be like this, not just like this. Is it enough to hold a reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan who is willing and kind to himself?

It seems that there are still very important things, but after thinking about it for a long time, Yimo does not know what the important things are.

Rubbing the fool's face, Yimo decided to stop thinking about it.

Liu Yan woke up the next day, washed his face, changed his clothes, and was a clean young man again. Yimo led him and wandered in the jungle with falling leaves. From time to time, a ripe fruit fell from the tree and smashed into the grass with a soft sound.

On the tallest and tallest tree, Liu Yan sat beside him, swinging his legs happily, watching the setting sun in the distance.

The fiery brilliance made the sky red, as if the sky was burning, and the clouds turned into light red steam. Liu Yan looked at it for a while, turned his head, and quietly looked at Yimo's profile. He didn't know how to describe it, and he didn't know how to praise it, only that it looked good. Eyebrows are beautiful, noses are beautiful, lips are beautiful, even eyelashes are beautiful, everywhere is beautiful. It was so good-looking that he couldn't bear to look away, so he looked at it stupidly.

Having been stared at for too long and didn't stop, Yimo turned to ask him, "Have you seen enough?"

Liu Yan shook his head, and said foolishly and righteously, "Not enough."

Yimo found it interesting, and asked again, "What's not enough?"

Liu Yan said, "It's not enough anywhere." After waiting for a while, he whispered, "Yimo looks good." Even though he was a fool, he knew he was shy, and his voice was much lower, but not vague.

Yimo said, "Does it look good?"

As if to show his honesty, Liu Yan said, "It's very good-looking!" He nodded vigorously.

Yimo was startled for a moment at the familiar phrase "It's beautiful", and then heard a loud "ah". It turned out that it was the fool who nodded too hard, lost his balance, and fell from the tree.

Yimo was stunned for a moment, then jumped down, grabbed Liu Yan's arm, and took the person into his arms. When he landed safely on the ground, Yimo couldn't help knocking on his forehead. Chestnut, said angrily and hilariously, "You're not cured." He could nod and fall down, but he was indeed cured.

Liu Yan thought that he was rejected, rubbed his forehead with one hand, and pulled his sleeve with the other, and muttered, "I didn't mean to, Yimo, don't be mad at me."

Yimo looked at him, a smile flashed in his eyes, and said coldly, "Who is mad at you?"

Liu Yan didn't know that he was deliberately teasing himself, so he answered honestly, "Yi Mo."

"I was angry with the fool, didn't I become a fool too?" Yimo asked.

Liu Yan pouted, a little dissatisfied, and contradicted: "What's wrong with a fool, a fool will not bully Yimo, if Yimo is a fool, Liu Yan will take care of you every day."

Yimo stretched out his hand and knocked on his forehead again, and said, "You? You still have to be served when you eat and dress. Today, you can't lift your hands or shoulders. Can you take care of people?"

As he expected, Liu Yan's face was flushed with a word that was easily blocked, and he looked dissatisfied as if he wanted to explain, but he couldn't explain it, and he looked pitifully bullied. Yimo couldn't help it, stretched out his hand and pinched him in the face, and said, "You really make people want to bully you like this."

In the end, after waiting for a long time, Liu Yan said, "If Yimo wants to bully a fool, just bully a fool. Those who bully a fool are also a fool!"

After a long time, thought of this sentence, and attacked poison with poison.

Yimo grabbed the person, looked left and right with his face in his hands for a long time, and finally said with a "tsk", "I'm stupid, I'm so eloquent." Liu Yan didn't know how to answer this sentence. Grabbing Liu Yan, who was dumbfounded, Yimo said, "Go back." Liu Yan followed him obediently, following every step of the way.

After waiting for the silly little boy to finish his meal, Yimo put the tub and waited for the silly boy to take a bath. In the interval between the baths, Yimo looked squarely at the body in front of him for the first time. After all these years, it was soft and soft, and he had developed a good skin and flesh. The bones are even and slender, still thin as a teenager, but they have a shape, and they are neither soft nor hard when held in their arms.

It never occurred to me that when my mind moves today, my body responds.

He immediately picked up the person in the bucket and threw it onto the bed, regardless of Liu Yan's panicked cry of getting wet. Covering his wet and warm body, Yimo looked at him and said, "Fool, sixteen years old."

Liu Yan thought hard for a while, then broke his fingers and counted, and replied, "Sixteen years old."

"It's time to crown a man," said Imo.

Liu Yan asked him, "What is Guanli?"

Yimo smiled, "Don't worry about worldly things, but how about I come to salute you?"

Liu Yan naturally said yes, hugged Yimo and happily kissed him a few times.

Yimo looked at him for a while, lowered his head, and smeared on the lips that he had taken the initiative to provoke. Liu Yan just ate a pear while taking a bath. There was still the sweetness of the fruit in his mouth, and his tongue was soft. He didn't know how to hide when he was caught. Yan Que hugged his neck and responded by imitating him to move his tongue.

Liu Yan didn't know what he was doing or what Yimo was doing to him, so he felt that his mouth was very close together.

He always spared no effort in wanting to get close to Yimo, no matter how close he was, so close that he would never be pushed away or disliked.

Yimo stroked his waist with cold hands. Liu Yan's waist, as he imagined, bounced at the first touch, like a fish that was suddenly disturbed. But he quickly got used to the temperature of his palms and softened in the rubbing.

After soothing on his waist, Yimo followed his waistline and slid all the way to his buttocks. The hands were plump and elastic. Yimo couldn't help but rubbed it a few times. He opened his face and looked up at the postures of the two of them. Only at this time did he realize to ask him, "Yimo, what is this for?"

Yimo said: "Salute."

Liu Yan remembered the coming-of-age ceremony he said, and naturally believed him, obediently lay back again, and waited for Yimo to play with it. It wasn't until he was held under him that Liu Yan gave a short "ah", his face turned red completely, and even a fool would be shy.

After struggling for a while, Liu Yan murmured, "Yimo, peeing, dirty."

Yimo is now like a child who has discovered a novelty toy. Liu Yan, who reacts so ignorantly, has aroused a bad taste in his bones, and asks him seriously: "Didn't you just wash it?"

Liu Yan said, "I washed it."

"It won't be dirty when it's washed." Yimo said, and his hands moved as well, holding the slightly hardened little things and pinching them in his hands, saying, "Don't move around."

Liu Yan didn't dare to move anymore, but Yimo moved even more fiercely. Liu Yan couldn't tell what it was feeling, and felt uncomfortable. He couldn't help but want to move again. "Liu Yan grabbed the quilt and twisted it unbearably in his hands, laying down honestly, and wanted to cry again after being tossed by him.

The stimulation became more and more intense, Liu Yan hummed and whispered to him: "Imo, Imo, it's uncomfortable."

But Yimo replied that the old god was there: "I know."

Seeing that he didn't dare to move at all, his whole body was sweating pitifully, Yimo let go of his hand, leaned down, and caught the tall little fool who was being played by him.

Liu Yan clenched the quilt abruptly, and his mind, which was not working at all, went blank. He only knew that it was comfortable and uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to move, and tears flowed out. "Yimo," he shouted chokingly, raised his head slightly, looked at the man between his legs, and said very shyly and sadly, "I'm going to pee."

Not only did Yimo not let him go, on the contrary, as if he was irritated by this sentence, he stretched out his hand and twisted his waist, Liu Yan cried out loudly, and couldn't help but want to pee. It felt like "urine" was in Yimo's mouth after all.

Yimo raised his body and spit out something in his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he saw Liu Yan huddled in the corner, clutching the quilt and crying.

Suddenly stunned.

Yimo pulled the man over and asked, "What's the matter?"

Liu Yan covered her face with her arms, holding back her tears, she choked and said, "No, I couldn't hold back... peeing."

Unable to bear it any longer, Yimo slapped him directly on the head. The slapped fool pulled back his tears and said, "You're stupid!" and lay down angrily.

Liu Yan held his head, waited for a while, and then touched under his body, and found that it was not urine, but something white hanging on the hole. Although he didn't know what it was, he was relieved that there was no urine. into Immo's mouth. Humming again, he climbed onto Yimo and kissed his face as if to please him, over and over again.

Yimo was relieved after a while, and asked the fool around him, "Are you comfortable?"

Liu Yan thought for a while, and nodded honestly.

Yimo looked at him for a while, then suddenly said: "Fool, I'll call you Shen Qingxuan in the future."

Liu Yan leaned over to kiss his face again and said, "Okay."

Yimo raised his eyebrows and said, "Not Liu Yan anymore?"

"Shen Qingxuan is kind to Yimo," Liu Yan said, "Liu Yan should be like him. Anyway, I'm a fool, so I can call me anything."

It took a long time for Yimo to say "um", as if agreeing with his words, but his eyes were closed, covering those unknown worries and many scars that were too late to hide.