"How many islets and how many Yukumas are there?"

"What are the strengths of the bright and the dark?"

He sang angrily, generously and passionately, so the song of Wentian was like a drum beat.

"How high is the sky and how long is the road?"

"How thick is the land, and how wide is the village?"

He is desolate and singing, confused and hesitant, so the song of asking the sky is like a hopeless traveler.

There is no more flamboyant dancer in the world, and no more brilliant dance.

Pitching to and fro, when graceful, it is like a quiet moon blooming, and when you stare at it, it is like a blazing fire. Ups and downs, slow like a robe sinking into a pool, and urgent like a cloudless day.

A question is 10,000 years, a glance is 10,000 words.

There is only one spectator.

Shi Wuluo stood on the boat, so much sadness and so much anger surging in his chest, like thousands of red fires, and like thousands of sharp edges. He was about to cry, unable to speak, afraid that the words that should not be said would come out as soon as he opened his mouth, he could not act, and he was afraid that if he raised his hand, he would be tied tightly in his arms, and he would never let go no matter what.

Regardless of the miasma moon geometry or the number of stars.

He just wants him to be fine.

"Where is the drunk?"

Qiu Bodeng's singing gradually faded, and his broad sleeves rustled. He stood quietly in the middle of the moon shadow, his eyes were so confused and his pupils were so empty. The singing was as low as a murmur.

Red and white moon.

"where……"

Burial?

He didn't finish asking.

Qiu Bodeng fell back on the sea as ice as a mirror, and his fingers were tightly clasped. The person holding his hand had a Kuilong bracelet on his right wrist that was exactly the same as his left wrist. The two dark gold bracelets collided and made a crisp sound. Cold and cold lips were covered.

Cool and hot.

Black and vermilion.

Hasty and clumsy, mad and green, the red clothes and black sleeves blend together, and their breaths are rubbed together. Under the body is the bright moon, and the body is still the bright moon. They are like on the sea, like the waterline, like in the sky, like in the moon.

"Allo."

Qiu Bodeng murmured.

He was really drunk, and he was the real one when he was drunk.

"You have to catch me."

I keep falling, can you catch me?

Chapter 52 Double jump around the wrist

"Take it."

Qiu Bodeng raised his head, and his dark pupils showed Shi Wuluo who stood up. His silver-gray eyes are like ice lakes, which can clearly reflect the human figure. The white moon hangs high behind him, the young man's body is thin but not thin, and the shadow cast can cover the whole person.

Cage, catch, catch.

"That's it."

Qiu Bodeng laughed, his whole body trembled with laughter, his clothes were half loose, his red clothes were covered with snow-like shoulders, and one collarbone was full of cold sweat.

"do not fool me."

Shi Wuluo pulled him up and pressed the man into his arms.

Qiu Bodeng laughed breathlessly in his arms, his body trembled with laughter, and every bone and every piece of flesh in his trembling was filled with maddening pain.

The more it hurt, the more crazy he laughed.

The black tide rose into the sky.

A steady stream of black mist poured out from Qiu Bodeng's clothes, and countless ghosts, countless resentments, and countless unwillingness broke through the skins that imprisoned them, laughing and howling wildly. They rushed out of the shackles of the moon's shadow, and the sea, which had been calm before, boiled in an instant, the wind roared and the tsunami roared, and the raging waves turned into evil spirits, rolling back toward the bright moon in the sky.

In the hellish scene of Shura, only the small piece of sea where Shi Wuluo and Qiu Bodeng were staying was still.

This stillness is in jeopardy.

Qiu Bodeng bit Shi Wuluo on the shoulder.

He bites fiercely and hatefully, his teeth piercing through the clothes and into the flesh. The muscles under the clothes were thin and strong, blocking the desperate cry that was almost pouring out:

love me!

help me.

Shi Wuluo crossed his back with one hand, pressing the person even tighter and more inseparable, freeing up his right hand to grab his cold, hard left hand again. Qiu Bodeng's hand was so clenched that the joints turned white, and blood was seeping out from between his fingers. Shi Wuluo pulled apart forcefully, intertwined his fingers with his, knuckles scorched with knuckles, and flesh crushed, leaving no gaps.

Qiu Bodeng's bloodless fingers curled up, leaving long bloodstains on the back of his hand.

Clap clap clap.

A series of dense metal scales collided, and the Kuilong bracelets on their wrists came alive. Kuilong stretched out his body, Shi Wuluo bit on Qiu Bodeng's wrist. The two groups of Kuilong are intertwined, like a long snake twisting its tail, locking their wrists together and inseparable.

The rope of Qiu Bodeng's hair was broken.

Black hair like a waterfall, flowing over his snow-like skin. His clothes were scattered, revealing a small half-ice-porcelain-like back. The red placket slanted over his slender shoulder blades, like a white butterfly dying at the moment of breaking out of a cocoon, with blood dripping from the butterfly wings. The loose black hair, covered with snow and blood, fell to the silent pale moon shadow.

The two were half-kneeling in the sea and the moon.

The shadow of the moon will be broken at any time, the surrounding stormy waves will engulf them at any time, and they will sink together to the bottom of the sea where there is no day or night.

……………………

The waves crashed against the black stone, breaking it into white spray.

huh-huh-

In the sound of the tide, someone shirtless, pulling the bellows hard, the air was pressed into the belly of the furnace, and a fire more than ten feet high was blown up, burning a large piece of the roof of the small dilapidated wooden house.

"Is it okay? Isn't it just to make up a blade? Why is it still dawdling."

Jun Changwei shook the empty gourd and urged.

"Church, hurry to die!"

The little old man who pulled the bellows let go, turned around and glared at him fiercely.

"In the beginning, you could fight a hundred knives and a hundred swords at the same time in three or two strokes. How can you retreat to the point where you can't even pull the bellows after spending a thousand years by the sea?" Jun Changwei squatted on the window lattice."Is it really an old bone? Then I think you'll be in the coffin earlier than me."