Ji Jiu fell silent. His silence made Yimo wonder how drunk he was. This man's drinking has always been very good, even though it has been aged for forty years, it shouldn't be so easy to pour him.

However, Ji Jiu raised his head in an instant, breaking the brief silence, and asked, "How can I accompany you?" He stood up again, swaying to the table to get a dagger, threatening: "If you go to bed, I'll cuddle you tonight."

Yimo's expression changed complicatedly, and she reminded, "It should be castrated."

"You are a snake, and if you are not a human, you should be called a gelding." Ji Jiu held the dagger with a solemn expression, like an old pedant arguing with his disciple.

Yimo is now sure that this person is really drunk. You can even say such a thing, it's not just drunk to be a ghost.

Ji Jiu was holding the dagger, and because he just got up too fast, he was dizzy again. Looking at Yimo, there were two, one on the left and one on the right. He shook his dagger and said, "I seem to be drinking too much."

Yimo smiled and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Ji Jiu pointed to the left and then to the right: "Now the two of you."

Yimo had no choice but to walk over, grab his wrist, easily took the dagger that was swaying, and removed the weapon before asking, "Look now, how many are there?"

Ji Jiu understood what he said, and looked closely, but his neck seemed to be unable to support his head, and his head was tilted to the left, and then to the right.

Yimo held his face and asked, "How many?"

Ji Jiu tried her best to stare at her misty eyes, but she couldn't see clearly, so she got closer. If you can't see clearly, get closer. When he saw it clearly, he stopped talking.

Yimo looked at the enlarged face in front of him, covered with rosy color, with slightly dull eyes, and the smell of old wine in his breath, as if he had returned to the days when he was with Shen Qingxuan more than 150 years ago. .

It's just that Shen Qingxuan has never been really drunk.

Ji Jiu was talking. Even though he was in front of him, Yimo felt that his voice seemed to have passed through the gap of time, the distant ice age, and the river bank of Wangchuan, before it curled into the eardrum, and the eardrum vibrated again, releasing his voice. It entered his heart, radiating a powerful tremor.

Ji Jiu said, "You... look good."

His voice was light, with a slurred voice, the mumbling of a drunken man.

However, Yimo clearly heard the beating of his heart, and as his words fell, the turmoil became more and more crazy. Almost in a patient gesture, Yimo leaned forward a little, his lips only a line away from the other party.

"Can you say that again."

Ji Jiu looked at him, as if he had become his marionette after being paralyzed by alcohol, and repeated as he wished: "You, you are very beautiful..."

The words hadn't finished yet, and when the last word floated in the air, Yimo finally grabbed his lips.

Fierce, blind, intense, with a madness that devours it alive. At the same time, there is a huge sadness and grievance, gurgling out from the heart that seems to be cracked.

Ji Jiu didn't move, as if he didn't know what was happening to him, standing there, only looking into his eyes dully.

It wasn't until his lips were numb from sucking that even the tip of his tongue conveyed pain, and Ji Jiu blinked.

Lips parted, they stared at each other.

Ji Jiu said in a hoarse voice, "Call my name."

Imer paused and said, "Ji Jiu."

"Call again." Ji Jiu increased his voice.

"Ji Jiu."

"Call again!"

"Ji, Jiu-"

Ji Jiu grabbed the placket of his shirt, pulled him in front of him, and after pressing it tightly, leaned over and bit his lips.

He was biting.

With white and hard teeth, he bit his cool lips, as if to bite off his flesh, and then swallow it, calling out his name, clearly and accurately calling out the part of his name, swallow. into the stomach.

Like this, it can be redeemed.

Yimo reached out and hugged him, hugging the body that exuded high heat and seemed to ignite at any time. The lips and tongue are entangled in one place, closer than the body fit, intertwined with each other, entangled with each other and refused to let go, sucking vigorously accompanied by biting, some liquid is sucked out by them, swallowing each other, and eagerly craving keep sucking. It's like people who have been wandering in the desert for thousands of years have finally found their own water source, or like two fish in a dry pool with nowhere to escape, mouth to mouth, living on each other's saliva, because they have nowhere to escape.

The fine wine of mankind, even if it is thousands, can't get drunk on Yimo.

However, Yimo clearly felt dizzy, as if a drunken person was in the world, and his soul had already stepped on the clouds. He knew that the arms around his side were strong, strong and powerful, and in a needful and longing posture, he embraced and imprisoned him, like iron arms, but without pain. Yimo returned with a tighter force. Both sides were adjusting their postures. They could not wait to be tighter, tighter, until they merged into one. There was no need to die, no need to disappear, no need to seek, and there would be no struggle.

They overturned the wooden table, smashed the wine jar, and dumped the table together, and the papers and ink were spilled on the ground. The complete white paper turned into pieces, and the messy pieces flew up and fell again, scattered in disorder, and they tumbled in it.

Ji Jiu was pulling at his robe, and when Yimo was also tearing at himself, he grabbed his wrist and fixed it up.

The glued lips did not separate, they opened their eyes again, looked at each other, and faced each other.

One drunk, one sober. Maybe all drunk.

Knowing what would happen, Yimo did not speak, did not withdraw his suppressed hands.

Ji Jiu separated his knees with one hand and placed himself between them, facing each other naked.

The hot body did not hesitate to cover the icy cold under him. At that moment, it was like ice and fire collided. The thousand-year-old glacier was ironed into water, wrapped in hot magma, and turned red, like a chaotic world. A huge wound burst open, but they both uttered a satisfied sigh.

Ji Jiu released his hold on him, moved his hands down, grabbed his waist, and then parted his hips.

Bowing his head, his scarred lips pressed against the other's bloodshot lips, and Ji Jiu said again, "Call my name."

"Ji Jiu."

"not enough."

"Ji Jiu."

"It's still not enough."

- Ji Jiu.

- Ji Jiu!

- Ji Jiu!

Yimo repeated his last name, repeated his first name. Called to the end, hysterical.

The grief in my heart also flowed out with such a shout, like a cut wound, and with the guidance of the shout, the black and purple congestion inside was derived.

The corners of Ji Jiu's eyes were gradually drenched in his voice, and he lowered his waist. He slowly and firmly advanced, inch by inch, until he completely and completely settled into this body. Ji Jiu paused for a moment, raised his waist to withdraw a little, and plunged in again.

A drop of water fell with a "slap" and hit Yimo's eyelids. Before Yimo could see the real thing, another drop of water fell, slid across the silver light, and landed on his lips. After licking it, the salty and bitter taste spread on the taste buds, followed by the fourth drop, the fifth drop... The salty and bitter taste completely drowned him.

Until all the movements stopped and Ji Jiu pressed against his forehead, the water drops silently dried up.

Their heads were on their heads, their noses were facing each other, their lips were touching, and then they remained motionless and hugged quietly. Like two scarred animals, sticking together to keep warm.

Even knowing that these injuries were given by the other party, they did not push them away.

"Leave tomorrow?" After a long time, Ji Jiu made a voice that was still hoarse.

"Um."

"No more."

"Okay."

The two were silent, Yimo turned over, took him into his arms, and covered him under him. Ji Jiu didn't speak.

Yimo opened his body, then lowered his head, bit his lip, and went all the way down, biting the pointed lower jaw, biting the protruding Adam's apple, and biting on his collarbone.

Ji Jiu hugged him, and occasionally passed his fingers through his hair, until the body was completely opened, entered, filled, and almost broke, and then she shrank a little and became a little stiff.

Yimo noticed his stiffness, stopped, kissed his face, and whispered, "Relax, don't be afraid."

Ji Jiu gritted her teeth, and after a while, she eased her long-standing fear of this kind of thing and her instinctive rejection, and hugged him again.

Yimo remained stagnant, motionless. Ji Jiu took a deep breath, raised his legs, and wrapped them around his waist. Only then did Yimo understand it and moved slowly.

"Yi Mo," Ji Jiu asked in a low voice in the middle, "You know what kind of situation you will encounter, but you are still looking for it, but you really didn't think about it, how to solve it?"

Yimo bit his ear and replied, "I thought about it. But I don't know how to solve it."

Ji Jiu avoided teasing in his ears and said, "No, you don't know what you want at all."

Ji Jiu said, "Do you want Shen Qingxuan?"

Yimo paused for a while, and quickly said, "Yes."

"No," Ji Jiu said, "you still don't know what you want."

Although Yimo didn't argue with him, he raised his waist and slammed into it again. Ji Jiu almost screamed out, but he gritted his teeth to stop it. Breathing heavily, he bit the side of his neck.

"You don't agree?" Song said, Ji Jiu gasped, leaning against his ear and said, "You want to stay with Shen Qingxuan, and when he dies, you should go with him. Now you say you want Shen Qingxuan. To stay by your side, you should tie him by any means. But you, you have no choice between the two."

"Tied?" Yimo paused.

Ji Jiu said, "You ask me if there is another way, but there is actually a way."

"What?" Emer asked.

Ji Jiu smiled, pulled his head down, put his lips on it, and said in a low voice, "If I were you..."

-If I were you and you were me. Then when you meet for the first time, I will not insult you.

- I will take you away. If you don't go, I will tie you away.

- I imprisoned you, and treat you day and night. Pampering you, accustomed to you, I will let you in everything, but you must be by my side.

- Then I'll make your family think you're dead and I'll obliterate your presence in this world.

——In the end, I gave you nowhere to go, cut off all thoughts, you can only rely on me, trust me. Be my Shen Qingxuan.

——I don't even have to tell you that there was once a Shen Qingxuan.

——However, you can only be my Shen Qingxuan. Other than that, you have nowhere to go.

Ji Jiu let go of him, rubbed his aching head, and returned to silence.

Yimo said, "What about you?"

Ji Jiu said, "Me? Tie me up? I will die in front of you, because I already know that there is another Shen Qingxuan in this world."

"Then what you said is useless," Yimo said.

"Idiot," Ji Jiu said disdainfully, "It's useless to Ji Jiu, and it's useless to the next Chen Qingxuan and Li Qingxuan?"

Yimo thought for a while and said, "What if it doesn't work?"

Ji Jiu raised her body and looked at him with an almost unbelievable expression, "Are you an idiot? You won't lose if you win or lose this game. If you lose, Shen Qingxuan may die as a person in hundreds of reincarnations. If you win, you will have a good time for decades, why not gamble?! Why not?!"

Even though he knew his temperament for a long time, he was so crazy about his own reincarnation, which made Yimo stunned for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "His reincarnation died, is it just like that?"

Ji Jiu also froze for a while, smiled suddenly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't joke, what you want is Shen Qingxuan, when you decided to look for his previous life in his reincarnation, that reincarnation was already there. It's meaningless. As long as it doesn't become your Shen Qingxuan, what does his life or death have to do with you?"

Ji Jiu said jokingly, talking in general terms, but his eyes dimmed, as if sad.

After a while, Ji Jiu said again: "So, I said you don't know what you want. If you really want to go for it, what can't you do with your strength? If you really know what you want What, if you decide to get it, you will have a plan and carry it out decisively. But you didn't. But you didn't let go and meditate and cultivate immortals. Instead, you were lost in this world of red dust until today. Yimo, your search is Blind, with no clear purpose and no idea of ​​where to go."

"If you want to leave tomorrow, I'll show you the way. Xiu Xian, leave the world. Or seek and create your Shen Qingxuan." After a while, Ji Jiu said, "You can also choose to die, so you don't need to be sad. already."

Yimo looked at him and couldn't help it. He lowered his head and kissed the mouth. The tip of his tongue licked the teeth marks and bloodshots on Ji Jiu's lips, and murmured, "Do you like me?"

Ji Jiu blushed and looked at him before asking for a long time, "Does it make sense to you?"

Yimo also looked at him for a long time, and answered exactly the same: "I don't know."

Ji Jiu smiled, lay down again, his legs returned to his waist, and stopped talking. The root that Yimo had buried in his body was slowly pulled away at this time, and after leaving a little, it pierced deeply. Ji Jiu took a breath, and he couldn't tell whether it was happiness or discomfort on his face, but Yimo knew that his body If you like it, don't hold back anymore, raise your waist and slam into it again and again, let the tightly closed place open for him, let the original stiffness become soft for him, let the dryness turn into dampness, and let this piece never respond. His body began to respond.

Yimo turned him over, lay on the bed, and held Ji Jiu's waist tightly, letting herself break into his body again. Ji Jiu refused to make a sound, so her panting became more and more rapid, and her body gradually turned red. Occasionally, the people behind her were too arrogant, and she couldn't help but let out a nasal sound, which was quickly swallowed back, with a patient face. Full of distress.

It was finally about to climb to the top, Ji Jiu couldn't help it, grabbed the arm around his waist with his backhand, and pulled him towards him.

As if to want Yimo to hold him.

Yimo's body froze for a moment because of his movement.

At this moment, what appeared in front of his eyes was the man who bit his lip and endured and endured, and finally couldn't help it, grabbed his arm, and called: hug me.

- Emer, hug me.

The voice from the past suddenly came into his mind. He knew it was hallucination, he knew it shouldn't, he knew he couldn't, but he was still fascinated. Yimo leaned down and hugged him into his arms, hearing his own voice sound in the breath of patience. , said: "Shen Qingxuan."

The body in his arms was instantly stiff, and even the sound of breathing disappeared. The temperature that was warmed up for him was cooling down for him, like a corpse that was getting colder. And in the body of the "corpse", along with the appearance of that name, Yimo was emitting the essence.

Ji Jiu lay on the bed, waiting for him to finish, waiting for him to pull away, waiting for him to hug her in a daze, but couldn't say a word.

Imo couldn't say a word.

Ji Jiu didn't say anything.

Because Ji Jiu knew that she was dead.

Yimo finally decided to kill Ji Jiu and burn his bones to ashes.

Ji Jiu closed his eyes, he was relieved.