Shi Wuluo didn't know what he was laughing, and looked at him a little blankly.

"come here."

The revenge lamp leaned on the edge of the lotus petal, with a smile on the corner of the eyes.

Lotus is a boat, saying big or small. But after all, it is a small boat formed, and the balance is better than a wooden boat. The revenge lamp leaned on one side, and Shi Wu Luo leaned over again, and the center of gravity was rolling. Fortunately, there was a small ruffled corner on the side. Shi Wu Luo reached out and pressed on the lotus leaf to retain Huazhou.

Qiu Boofan wiped off the pollen stained on Shi Wu Luo, turned to Shi Wu Luo, and asked with a smile: "The head of the top ten witch, why did n’t he find a pollen?"

The pollen was stained with his fingertips, and his fingers had a warm jade -like smoke, and the goose yellow and Weiyou were lined with the flowers. Shi Wu Luo gently held his fingers, his fingers were attached to the fingertips, the fingerprint and fingerprint were pressed, and the warm yellow was wiped away little by little.

The bull lanterns raised their eyebrows slightly.

Shi Wu Luosong opened his hand, wiped his fingertips over his eyes, and wiped a touch of goose yellow.

He also got pollen by himself.

When the Bohn Lantern was slightly taken care of, and finally found that when the two people scratched the flower boat under the lotus leaf, they moved a lot of lotus sideways beside, and the flowers goose yellow. It is probably stained there.

It's funny.

A few days ago, had just cut off Mutianzo and stirred the ancestor of the Taiyi master of the twelve continents. A thousand years of killing the fierce ten witch for thousands of years, but at this moment, there was no trace of cultivation. Like mortals, hiding in the depths of the flowers in the drizzle, the pollen is off without knowing it.

But sometimes, it is not bad for mortals who do not cultivate, neither growing up nor prestigious.

I walked all the way through the mountains and rivers, away from the smoke, and the world was so quiet that it seemed to be only two of them. The time was slow and slow, as if it was no longer flowing.

The revenge light poured back into the lotus boat.

On the top of the head is the back of the lotus leaf slightly gray -green, and the veins of the lotus leaf wind and clear. The sky was getting darker, and the fluorescences of the three or two flew up in the lotus leaves, like a group of landscape landscape elf. A soft fireflies flew across them near them, and the rain shredded in the leaf gap.

There are water patterns around the water, and a piece of flowers are enough for them to settle.

"Allow."

Qiu Boofan pulled down Shi Wu Luo, around his neck, his voice seemed to be talking about a secret.

"We are in the depths of the flowers."

Chapter 84 Lotus Pond Moonlight

Lotus, water patterns, and fireflies are staggered on the face of revenge, such as the ancient painting, dull and gorgeous, and the eyebrows hidden empty and happy. Shi Wu Luo was a little bit, covering his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, his face, and his face, and finally piously covered his warm lips.

"Allow ..."

The revenge lamp slowly closed his eyes, and the trembling eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face.

The beam of the beam was unlocked, the wooden cricket was pulled out gently, the dark long hair fell, and it was scattered on the slightly cold lotus petals. The red coat was like blood, wrinkled with the snow -white lilies, and flowed scattered together. The young man's strong and powerful arm was lean -like waist, and the revenge light tightly surrounded his neck, such as duckweed and wood.

Moonlight is over the lingering shoulder bone.

A drop of Qinglu drip along the tilt petals and drip into the shallow nest of the collarbone.

"cold."

The revenge lamp hit a cold battle and bowed slightly.

Shi Wu Luo responded lowly, as if soothing and intimacy, including the cold dew from Yingying at the collarbone nest. The bull lanterns fell, the elbows were on the petals of the lotus boat, and the back of the hand was stretched out of the light vascular veins. The fingertips left the red marks on the back of the teacher Wuluo Ji.

"……pain."

He bit deeply on the shoulder of the perpetrator, tit for tat.

Shi Wu Luo rested his fingers on the lotus boat, and his knuckles turned white due to restraint. The still water of the lake is slow, and the insects are chirping from nowhere. In the sound, Qiu Bodeng slowly loosened the tips of his teeth and licked the blood from his muscles. The slightly fishy smell of rust permeated his tongue, and his eyes were suddenly covered with fog.

Shi Wu Luo bowed his head and kissed him gently,

Qiu Bodeng tightened his arms to stop Shi Wuluo from exiting. He called out a name in a very low voice, Arlo, Arlo, Arlo... Over and over again, each time someone responded to him in a low voice. Gradually, his tense back relaxed, as if he was finally at ease, finally confirmed.

He leaned on the shoulders of the person who saved him, and after so many years, he finally burst into tears for the first time.

"Alo, I hurt."

It hurts.

Thousands of years of deep sleep can't be forgotten, and the bustling clouds can't be hidden. So many swords, one by one, cut through the flesh, drained the blood, and slashed the bones. In the end, it was empty, leaving only a bloody lonely soul, and only a sound of crying and laughing, over and over again.

Say:

pain.

Such a deep pain.

So deep that can't forget it.

"Allo."

The corners of his eyes were wet red in the moonlight and shadow, and his voice was hoarse.

"I can't forget... what should I do?"

Shi Wu Luo didn't move, just kissed away his tears little by little and stroked his back little by little.

Trembling, cherished.

"So, you have to let me remember you." Qiu Bodeng raised his head and smiled softly at him.

Since the bone-piercing pain cannot be erased, it is replaced by another kind of joyful pain.

Cover all the sadness with lingering imprints, and use all the obscurity with good memories. From then on, the pain is only you.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and there are more and more fireflies, row by row rising from the layers of lotus leaves, fluorescent shadows, the lotus leaves are heavy, the flowers are heavy, and the water is flowing. The cold and white moon shadow shattered on the backs of the two of them, and the flowers and lotus spread over the fingertips of the two of them, tossing and turning, covering them in no man's land.

The moon is full of lotus ponds tonight.

A hand as white as snow finally fell from the edge of the light pink lotus boat, touched the cool water surface, held a small hand, and scattered into crystal water droplets in the middle.