I'm old.

Three Lives Three Worlds, and finally classified this sentence as an understatement. Liu Yan looked at the back of his hand with smooth skin and really felt old.

It is not a good thing to have more than 200 years of memories. The landscapes that we walked through 200 years ago became cultivated land 200 years ago; the wilderness 200 years ago became villages 200 years later; People knew before will be nowhere to be found two hundred years later.

The people and things in his memory changed in time, and the memory in his mind was washed away with a calm and steady passage.

Apart from the eternal starry sky above his head, he did not know that there was nothing in this world that could not be changed. Even he himself has gone through three lives and three lives, his face remains the same, and his mind is completely different.

Those brave and arrogant, do not want to persist. The stor seas have passed by, just hope that the rest of life will be safe, and that the years of this life will be peaceful.

However, even this desire seems to be a luxury.

In the first two lives, he was wasted in unreachable wishes. Seeing that, this life will be no exception.

Liu Yan lowered his eyes and asked again, "What are you hiding from me?"

In the final analysis, the cause of his illness is still this thing. As a human being in the third generation, the stubbornness in his bones has never changed in the slightest, and he does not want to wait for the ending in a confused way.

The half-year tour in the mountains and water did not remove the haze in his heart. On the contrary, as the time went on, the haze became deeper and deeper. Ji Leping's confrontation was just an introduction, which induced the backlog in his heart, and the fever did not go away. Medicine is not medical.

Yimo was right, he was serious. Even when he was a fool with one soul and one soul missing, his mind was so deep that he plucked out the cinnabar from his heart. Now that he has all the souls and seven exquisite minds, he has returned.

Liu Yan also had speculations about the things that Yimo kept silent about. He planned for the worst, and the so-called worst was just Yimo's death. Regarding life and death, Liu Yanxiang looked at it lightly. If Yimo died, how could he live alone.

But die together.

He just wanted an answer.

Sometimes people are like this, and they can't get out of the cliché. For example, when a husband and wife are separated, the next wife always has to ask hard. In fact, there is no need to ask again.

Liu Yan clearly planned for the worst, but still wanted to get a specific answer from Yimo. It can be seen that he is destined to be a secular person, who can't get out of the world and can only join the world. In fact, there is also a subtle and unattainable hope - can you answer me, there is no accident.

Can't do it, nothing will happen.

Can you, just like this, go hand in hand with each other and keep the whole life full of years.

Can the deficits and defects of the past be made up for in this life time?

Really old.

Liu Yan knew that he was old, too old to be reluctant to renew waves, and he couldn't stand the waves. Both were wounded by the thorns on each other's body. Now two hundred years, let them pull out the tough thorns on each other, only the wounds covered with blood are left, they just hugged together, and there can be no more twists and turns. If there are more twists and turns, Liu Yan doesn't know if he can withstand it.

Liu Yan was afraid.

He was afraid of not being able to stay together, afraid that they would be separated before they had time to lick each other's wounds.

His question, Yimo knew not to answer.

Shouldn't answer, because the answer is not wonderful, even cruel, and it may ruin the harmony that only half a year left. At the same time, Yimo knew this person too well—he had become a person who had worshipped and worshipped him. If he didn’t get the answer, maybe he would stay ill for the rest of the second half of the year. Even if he took medicine and recovered, he would not be happy. Just like what he has shown in the past six months, there is no sign of it, laughing every day, playing around and thinking for a while, Yimo decided to tell him - in fact, there is nothing to say.

"There's still half a year," Yimo said.

Looking at Liu Yan's eyes that soon became clear after the suspicion, Yimo did not explain in detail. He would not say, "For your memory of the third generation, I only have one year left." He would never say such a thing. If he didn't say it, Liu Yan also understood. Besides making Liu Yan uncomfortable, what else could he say? Besides, this matter is his own will, because he is willing, so there is no need to say it, and it is hypocritical to say it.

Liu Yan nodded, as if he was relieved, no matter what, the answer was already known, and it was no different from his own speculation, so: "We only have half a year left." Liu Yan said with a calm demeanor.

Calmly, even those regrets, pains and guilt have been restrained one by one, and no one knows about him except himself.

"Only half a year left." Yimo agreed.

Liu Yan pulled the corner of his lips and said, "Half a year is fine."

Yes, that's fine too.

The remaining half year, and the past half year, added and subtracted, finally, in the past two hundred years, they have been together for a year.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year is a lot. Not a lot. Liu Yan advised himself to be content. After becoming a relative and worshipping the church, they still have a year to be a couple from an ordinary family.

Liu Yan raised his hand to cover his face, and whispered, "Very good."

very good.

Shen Jue got up and put away the dishes and walked out silently. He already knew about it, so he wasn't surprised or sad.

There are times in life when they gather and when they are scattered. Although he is a demon, he can't stop the hurried destiny of gathering and dispersing.

He is their son, and a son has no other duty than to serve well when he can serve. Don't ask for forever, but ask for no regrets.

Yimo walked over, hugged Liu Yan, and said in his ear, "Don't cry."

Liu Yan shook his head: "I didn't cry."

Yimo made a "hmm" and asked him to cover his eyes with his hands. He never exposed this obvious lie.

The two hugged for a while, and Liu Yan whispered, "The first life, you and I are thirteen years."

"Um."

"The second world, not even ten years."

"Yes."

"This life, only one year."

"If we were with you, it would have been fourteen years." Yimo said softly, "But at that time, you were a fool."

"If you want to be a fool, maybe it will last longer."

"I want a fool, and I want to be a fool." Yimo smiled: "Although I am a demon, I am not less greedy than a mortal, so one year is enough."

Therefore, it is also considered greedy retribution. It's just this retribution that he is happy with. Not to mention only one year, one day is enough, no one day, as long as you can see it, it is enough.

As long as it can make up for these three lives, there should be no regrets.

Don't ask, don't love parting, don't cry - I have always, liked you.

Bowing his head and smelling the fragrance of the person in his arms, Yimo said in his heart: I like you.

"I like you."

It was Liu Yan who said it.

Yimo chuckled, holding him tightly in his arms again, and said, "I know."

Liu Yan said, "I know too."

There is no reason for this, but it is simply said - I know I like you, so if you are not there, I will follow.

Can't live together, but beg to die!

Yimo kissed his forehead, "Get some rest earlier, you're still ill."

Liu Yan let out an "um", just at this moment, Xiaobao brought two buckets of hot water into the house and asked them to wash up. Really have a family and children, harmony and beauty, even if there is only one year left, I am willing.

In the past, with Shen Jue, no matter how close the two were, there was still a limit, and Liu Yan was naturally the one who set the limit. There was no response today, and he sat in Yimo's arms, letting him untie his crown and robe.

It was not until she took off her coat that Shen Jue went out with an empty bucket, and Liu Yan never avoided it.

After washing up, Liu Yan was lying in the bed, the winter night was freezing cold, Yimo poked the brazier, so that the charcoal wood burned tepidly, it would not turn into ashes in a flash, nor would it go out, always. Dissipated the heat until dawn.

Between them, it used to be too hot, but now it's too late to slow down.

Yimo uncovered the quilt and lay in, facing the warm body wrapped around him. The hot body was even warmer than usual. Yimo was not polite. stand up.

Liu Yan's hand in the quilt was not honest. First, he stroked his chest and back for a while, then touched his legs. After lingering on the smooth and firm texture for a while, he slid between Yimo's legs and brushed back and forth on the thing. After a few moments, grabbed it and put the cock in the palm of hand. The whole action was colorless, and he closed his eyes and caressed slowly, as if because of illness, it was quite lazy.

Since Liu Yan fell ill, the two of them had been spared at night. It took a long time to count. Naturally, Yimo thought about it, so he let him touch it twice, then stood up, and stomped under his hand vigorously. I can't hold my hands. Knowing that he was in love, Liu Yan also opened his eyes, his face was a little red, he leaned over to kiss Yimo's lips, the lips were glued together, Liu Yan whispered, "I miss you."

These four words are very lingering, the color is steep, and it is shrouded in all directions.

Yimo's voice was hoarse for two minutes and whispered: "I miss you too."

Hearing this, Liu Yan smiled and rubbed his cheek against his face. The small animal-like movements were extraordinarily intimate and tame, and he whispered, "Come in."

Because he was ill, Yimo hesitated, and Liu Yan said again, "Slow down."

Yimo kissed his lips and rubbed it too, his cheeks rubbed together, like two small animals frolic, while rubbing, turning over and covering the person under him.

Their naked bodies were pressed together, Yimo slowly kissed and bit his neck, nibbled and released, replaced by tongue licking, lips sucking, Liu Yan made a low voice, like she liked it, and then He turned his head away as if he couldn't stand it, exposing a large area of ​​the skin on his neck, allowing him to print a lot of marks. Deep or shallow red marks gradually spread out on the side of his neck, and everyone knew that no matter how deep the marks were, they would disappear after a few days.

Just like **, no matter how crazy the ** is, it will eventually fall back to the bottom. But when doing this, no one can escape, and at this moment focus on the matter itself.

After carefully opening up and lubricating enough, Yimo pressed himself against the entrance, and then squeezed in bit by bit. The warm and humid place was warmer than before, and he tangled up when he entered. Immo was worried about his body, but after slowly advancing, he found that such a soothing movement seemed to make Liu Yan more sensitive.

The wet interior tightly wrapped him, twisting and twisting constantly, creating a subtle amplitude as if trembling. Every time he advanced a point, Liu Yan would tremble under him, and his body would naturally shrink, making it impossible for him to be sucked and sticky. After escaping, Yimo breathed a sigh of relief and remained still for a moment until he completely submerged himself.

Liu Yan hummed in a low voice and hugged his back. Although the two of them were motionless, they also felt the slight pulsation from there. One was imprisoned and the other was imprisoned. But a comfy and sweet bondage.

Tonight, Yimo was very slow. Every time he pushed forward and pulled out slowly, the time was pulled extremely long. This time, it was not as intense as before, it slowly made his waist soft, and every time it was filled, it seemed like he was going to fuck up, as if his soul had been ironed by that thing, and it was numb. He couldn't even hang his legs, and it was softly divided on both sides.

Yimo's breathing was messy, bit his ear and said, "What's going on tonight? I'm so excited."

Liu Yan closed his eyes, his face was blushing, and he moaned intermittently: "I... don't know..." Then he shivered again, a layer of sweat broke out on his body, the quilt was unbearably hot, and even Yimo couldn't bear it. feel a little hot. Liu Yan wanted to lift the quilt, but was stopped by Yimo. The quilt wrapped the two of them tightly, and said, "If you are sick, don't catch a cold."

Liu Yan's eyes narrowed into a slit, and the water vapor inside seemed to overflow, and she said coquettishly, "I'm hot, hold tight."

After knowing each other for so many years, this person has never acted coquettishly. Yimo couldn't help biting his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Hold tightly."

Liu Yan's mind was dizzy, and when he heard the words, he said "um" and said, "Then it's tighter."

Yimo tightened his arms, as if trying to squeeze him into his body, but his body was still slow and slow. A wave of tremors. Liu Yan was so soft that he couldn't even hang his arms, and slid off his neck again and again.

"So comfortable?" Yimo asked, pushing in again, the wet place was soft and hot, wrapped around his roots and sucked, the pleasure spread from the tailbone to the whole body, making people confused in the mind, Yimo himself replied: "Really comfortable."

Liu Yan groaned, his consciousness had long since drifted away, and he responded in a trance: "Comfortable..." After speaking, he shivered as his penis moved slowly, and his waist trembled and released his sperm.

Because he was ill, Yimo was not willing to toss any more, and wanted to stop when he exited, but Liu Yan didn't follow him, his limp legs were hanging on his waist again, and his voice was soft and breathable, "More. "

"..." Yimo pushed in again in a rush, and couldn't help but said, "Don't blame me for not being able to get up tomorrow."

"When did I blame you?" Liu Yan twisted his waist and quarreled with him. The familiar pleasure came back again, and soon softened, and said, "Let's just pass the second half of the year."

Yimo buried himself in his body, thinking very comfortably, this proposal is really good.

In the limited time, do the things of infinite joy, and connect with each other in the most intimate way.

Although he knew the final outcome, this outcome would be accompanied by him.

Also fearless.