Rubbing his fingers on the red mole, Liu Yan looked down and saw that the beautiful long fingers were constantly stroking him, gentle and gentle. Liu Yan liked this kind of intimacy, so he looked more carefully, watching how he touched his own penis. The red mole, how suddenly curled up the knuckles, no longer stroking, but digging.

The nails pierced into the flesh and blood, and Liu Yan frowned. But remembering what Yimo had said before, he straightened himself up in a daze, not hiding. The blood gradually meandered from Yimo's fingers to the palm of his hand, dripping down along the palm lines, dripping on Liu Yan's lower abdomen, mixed with the blood flowing from above, flowing more and more.

The smell of blood between the two was getting bigger and bigger, Yimo was digging the red mole intently, Liu Yan frowned, and there was a look of pain on his face, but he always endured it. Sweat like rain.

When the red mole was half peeled, blood suddenly burst out from the wound, and warm blood splashed on Yimo's face. Yimo stopped abruptly and looked up to see the pale-faced boy.

Yimo asked, "Does it hurt?"

It was probably the stimulus of pain, Liu Yan reacted much faster than before, and said, "It doesn't hurt." He said it didn't hurt, but his eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry, but he still wanted to make him happy. He: "Imo, are you feeling well?"

Imo was silent. Silently cast spells to heal the wound, and the red mole that had peeled off in half was restored to its original state. Only blood was left, but it stopped abruptly, and Liu Yan shivered.

Yimo hugged him and wiped away the bloodstains while saying regretfully, "I promised not to bully you." Liu Yan naturally couldn't take his words, so he had to listen to him and Yimo said, "I promise. Even if you treat me badly, I won't bully you."

Liu Yan wants to say, I will be nice to you. But because of his stupid mind, he couldn't say a word.

Yimo said, "I treated you badly in the last life, and you didn't like me." Then he said, "I know you are a fool in this life..."

Holding the boy's face in his still-blooded hands, Yimo looked at him and whispered, "But I don't know, you're so stupid that you don't even hate me anymore."

Just like Shen Qingxuan who gave his whole heart in front of him, Ji Jiu who would resist fiercely in front of him was gone. The intense brilliance in his eyes was gone.

There is no elegance, no belief, no persistence and determination.

Such a person is the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan.

Yimo remembered Ji Jiu in the previous life, and the words echoed clearly in his mind. It seemed that it was just yesterday, and it seemed to be floating in his ears. Ji Jiu said: - I imprisoned you and treated you day and night. Pampering you, accustomed to you, I will let you in everything, but you must be by my side.

- I will make your family think you are dead, and I will obliterate your existence 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.

But... Ji Jiu didn't expect that he would be a fool in the next life. Difficulty speaking, sluggish action, dull eyes. The wisdom and talents of the two worlds have been annihilated in stupidity. There is no cruelty, no cunning, no scheming or unscrupulous ... such a fool. Yimo doesn't know, is he Shen Qingxuan?

Shen Qingxuan, who paid fiercely, resisted Shen Qingxuan who finally accepted. Both worlds have bright eyes, full of brilliance, containing unshakable beliefs, crazy and fierce or firm, always know what they want, stubborn and stubborn, but beautiful people can't take their eyes off.

Even in the last life, when he was resisted and hated, those eyes were bright and charming. I want to keep that dazzling brilliance in front of my eyes, always burning for myself. Instead, bleak.

Yimo asked, "Idiot, where did your soul and soul go?" Asking a question that he knew had no answer, Yimo also seemed stupid, and said, "Let's go find it, shall we?"

Liu Yan has no right to speak, he is more like Yimo's puppet than a living person bearing Liu Yan's name. Knowing that it was a fool, he still looked for it, and after looking for it, he disliked it. From this, it can be inferred that Yimo was also dissatisfied.

Fortunately, Liu Yan was stupid and couldn't see his thoughts. As long as he was by his side, he would be satisfied. But he was too stupid, so Yimo couldn't see that he was also persistent. Or, don't want to see it at all.

After cleaning up a little, Yimo took Liu Yan's hand and left the mountain courtyard.

In the noisy street market in the world, Liu Yan is quiet, wearing a white crescent robe, and his growing body is thin but slender. If you don't look at his eyes, he looks no different from ordinary people. At first glance, he looks like a rich boy son. But along the way, Liu Yan had to hold Yimo's hand. The fingers crossed and tangled together, as if to say: Liu Yan likes Yimo.

However, Imo is not uncommon to such a love.

Accustomed to fiery love and hatred, Yimo didn't know that such a love was also a love.

So obviously within reach, he still took Liu Yan and looked around.

Liu Yan was stupid and ran around with him. He didn't know what Yimo was looking for. He only knew that that thing was very important to Yimo, so he followed him. As long as he was by Yimo's side, Liu Yan felt that he could go anywhere.

Time passed by like a white horse, and in a blink of an eye, Liu Yan followed him and searched the world for five years. Liu Yan is sixteen years old.

Sixteen-year-old Liu Yan speaks a lot more fluently. Although he is still stupid, he is no longer so slow. Walking in the town, Liu Yan was hungry, and Yimo bought him a bun. He himself no longer needed to eat fireworks, so he seldom ate. Liu Yan held the steamed buns and ate them as he walked. He ate half of them and handed the remaining half to Yimo, "Emo, eat."

Emo shook his head.

Liu Yan looked at the half-hot steamed bun in his hand, which was shiny with oil and water, and couldn't help but said, "It's delicious, Yimo eats it."

Emer said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Liu Yan gave an "um" and said, "I'm full."

Yimo took the half bun and threw it to the corner under Liu Yan's gaze. The oily stuffing of pork and cabbage rolled all over the ground, and the white bread was covered with dust and became garbage. Liu Yan looked at it, quickly retracted her gaze, and continued to follow Yimo.

It was already night when the two walked into the wilderness, and Liu Yan soon said that he was hungry again. Yimo frowned: "I just ate steamed buns, but are you hungry again?"

Liu Yan showed a silly smile and said that he was hungry. He laughed, and finally became the same as Shen Qingxuan, but with a lot less expression. There is no such publicity, and there is no implicit hidden behind the publicity. A real giggle.

Yimo used a spell to conjure up a lot of food for him from a restaurant in a distant county town.

Liu Yan was eating, and still asked Yimo to eat. In the end, the unfinished dishes, like the steamed buns before, became the garbage in Yimo's hands and were thrown away far away. Liu Yan did not say a word, only looking at Yimo through the firelight without blinking. He was used to this action, as if he had looked up to him from the very beginning of his life. Even if all good things were in vain, he looked up to him.

Just before going to sleep, I still have to say: "Imo, I like you."

Every night before going to sleep, he would say something like this, obviously stupid and stubborn, but he felt that Yimo needed him to like him. He didn't know if he said something like this every day, if there was a day when Yimo would say that he liked him.

Although now Yimo can only say: "Fool, go to sleep."

Holding the thin body into his arms, Yimo closed his eyes and decided not to look anymore. Looking for a soul and a soul in the vast sea of ​​people, where can find it? Maybe it's already melted. Maybe really want to hold such a fool for decades.

Yimo felt irritable, but Liu Yan nestled in his chest and closed his eyes contentedly. As long as he embraced him like this, he felt satisfied.

Because he was in a bad mood, when he woke up the next day, Liu Yan was scolded. Because he was in his sleep again, drooling a lot. This problem has not been corrected. Sixteen-year-olds are still drooling while sleeping, and they are everywhere.

Yimo pushed him almost in disgust, and said, "Go wash your face." After pushing, he felt regretful, so he pulled Liu Yan over and scrubbed him himself.

Liu Yan always smiled and didn't take it to heart.

Seeing his expression, Yimo finally couldn't help it, and said, "Why do you look like Shen Qingxuan?"

Liu Yan heard this name many times, not only Shen Qingxuan but also Ji Jiu. Yimo would often say, talking about the last life, the last life, Liu Yan also tried to figure out what he was like in his last life and what he was like in the last life, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt, and he couldn't understand or even listen. too understand.

Feeling discouraged, he sat down on the ground and said his conclusion: "Imo just doesn't like fools."

Emer said, "Yes, I hate fools."

Liu Yan didn't cry, just looked at him with wide eyes and said, "But I like you."

Emo said nothing. He disdains arguing with fools about this issue. What's the use of arguing about it? Shen Qingxuan lost his soul and soul, and became a fool, whoever treats a fool well will say that he likes it. Emer is no longer unique.

Today, the fool was stubborn. He didn't say anything, but Liu Yan pestered him to say, "Yimo, I like you."

Emer ignored him.

Liu Yan pounced on his back, let him carry himself as usual, leaned in his ear and said over and over again, "Yimo, I like you."

"Imo, I like you."

"Imo, I like you."

"Imo, I like you."

He babbled on until Imo couldn't take it any longer and threw him off his back and rolled on the ground.

Yimo said, "What right does a fool have to say he likes it?"

Liu Yan said nothing. He followed Yimo in the world for several years, and already knew what was good and what was bad, what was disgust and what was hatred.

Liu Yan sat on the ground motionless, until Yimo became impatient and came over, then raised his face and asked him, "How, do you believe that I like you?"

Yimo looked at the face that looked like Shen Qingxuan, and couldn't bear it for a while, and patted his head: "Don't make trouble. Go back, it's time to go back to the mountain."

Liu Yan always listened to him, she stood up when she heard the sound, and walked beside him.

After walking for a while, Liu Yan said, "I'm not Shen Qingxuan."

Imelton stopped.

"It's not Ji Jiu." Liu Yan said.

"I'm a fool." Liu Yan said, tore off his robe, pointed at the grain of cinnabar on his chest, and asked him seriously, "Without this, a fool would be a fool, right?"

Liu Yan asked him, "Will Yimo not hate me for being so stupid?"

Yimo didn't answer. After a long time, he looked at the red spot on his chest and said, "Without it, I would ignore you."

Because the other party is a fool, he speaks more recklessly and no longer hides anything.

And because the fool was stupid, he deserved to be hurt because he took over the person in his heart.

Liu Yan lowered his head, followed him silently, and returned to the small courtyard on the top of the mountain.

In the evening, when it was time to bathe him, Yimo shouted, but no one in the yard ran over, and no one responded.

Immer suddenly felt bad. Casting a spell to sense the surroundings, there is no Liu Yan in a radius of two miles.

Expanding the search again, Yimo sensed him.

In the dark of night, Yimo rushed to the babbling stream, hugged Liu Yan curled up in a ball on the grass, and returned to the house. Under the bright candlelight, he broke open Liu Yan's hand that was struggling not to let him see, He saw blood dripping from his open chest.

The cinnabar mole that was not removed by him five years ago was finally removed by Liu Yan himself.

Yimo looked at the hideous shape of the place where a hole had been gouged out, and his mind became a mess.

Liu Yan was terrified by the look on his face, staring at his chest angrily as if he was going to eat a man, Liu Yan shivered a bit, clutching the wound, and crawled off the table to hide to the side.

Yimo took a breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid. Come here, I'll heal you."

Liu Yan shrank in the corner, like a frightened little animal, looked at him, and then said with a trembling voice, "I have blood and dirt on my body." There are also grass and mud. Rolling on the ground, so now he's a mess, dirty like a wild dog.

Yimo loves cleanliness so much that he hates his saliva, Liu Yan shrinks even more.

When Yimo walked in front of him, the expression on his face kept changing, like anger, like sadness, and many more, Liu Yan couldn't tell the difference. Finally, Yimo squatted down, looked at his dirty face, and said, "I'm sorry."

This was his first apology in his life, neither to Shen Qingxuan nor to Ji Jiu of the second generation.

Liu Yan stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched his face, and said in a panic, "It doesn't hurt, I don't hurt, don't cry." As she spoke, she burst into tears.

Only then did Yimo realize that he was crying.