Lu Jing and monk Budu did not know.

While speaking, in Meicheng, the bell of the ancient temple rang.

The expressions of the two of them became solemn at the same time. The monk Budu did not care about scrubbing his clothes. He stood up holding the white bone Buddha beads and was about to walk towards Tianchi Mountain. Lu Jing held him down.

"Wait," Lu Jing's fingers turned white with force, "...wake him up at this time, and the ghosts that have passed by will be gone in vain."

He has also walked the dark road, knowing that hope is in front of him, and he can't give up the feeling.

"What if something happens?" Monk Budu asked in a low voice.

"Wait another quarter of an hour!" Lu Jing said in a deep voice, "After a quarter of an hour, if there is no more movement, wake him up again."

Monk Budu was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

On Tianchi Mountain.

White snow and red plums flickered up and down, passing over the frozen lake.

……………………

Bright white hands, crimson sleeves.

The glamorous youth seems to have become a ghost, the most coquettish puppet in the world. The corners of his brows and eyes are full of smiles. Look, if you are Heavenly Dao, I will be the god in white, and if you are an evil ghost, I will be a ghost in red. It doesn't matter if you're crazy or obsessed.

"Alo, you can't leave me alone," he said softly, "you promised."

He knelt down in the void, circle after circle, the faint light spread around, as if dividing the upper and lower lakes.

The devil looked up at him from the bottom of the lake.

The little stars scattered along the edge of his sleeves were printed in the eyes of the evil spirits, and they became candles that danced and flickered... A candle with a fan hub was lit in a corner of the carriage, and the black long gown and the pomegranate skirt were stacked on top of each other. Soft sagging edges, bead curtains strung by Bo Shi cast shadows on the back of either naked/naked, or half-covered with warm quilts.

...don't get hurt any more.

……it is good.

...don't leave me alone.

……it is good.

The evil spirit at the bottom of the lake stretched out his hands to the boy on the lake.

——Those broken memories are surging, intertwined in disorder, stirring up layers of unwilling desires/fires. Since they were once so intimately integrated, how can they be separated?

"we have agreed upon it."

Qiu Bodeng laughed, and with his tenderness and affection, he used his own hands to free the shackles of the evil spirits that bound him.

"Don't lie to me."

He leaned down.

The fingertips of the beautiful soul and the evil spirit touched together on the lake surface at the same time. The next moment, the pale and cold evil spirit grabbed him and slammed him into his arms. The black gas that was solid turned into a thin chain, wrapped around his wrist bone, wrapped around his elbow, like a chain. Snakes are like locks, spreading up and down, wrapping around.

Catch, lock.

not separated.

Qiu Bodeng raised his head.

The hair of the scarlet hair was broken in mid-air, and the black hair like a crow's feather undulated in the tiny dust-like starlight. He raised his arms, wrapped around his lost and found lover, and completely opened up his consciousness, allowing the will of another person to enter, no matter how strong he was, he would gladly promise it without leaving any gaps.

twelve years ago.

Cangming is mighty, and under the white moon, Tiandao embraces the god of karma.

Twelve years later.

The great wilderness is dark and dark, in the land of no sun, the gods hold the heavenly way that has fallen into a demon.

The shallow starlight spread, covering the dark chains, shrouding all the fierce evil spirits, like a thin layer of veil, covering the two of them at the same time. The darkness on all sides is vaguely boiling, and it seems that in the great wasteland, some other beings have noticed the strangeness of this place.

They woke up one by one, and one thought after another quickly unfolded in the filth, trying to find out who broke into the underworld.

The evil ghost's cold and powerful arms crossed the boy's back, hiding him firmly in his arms, and following closely, his savage killing intent spread around, and he was about to cut off the sight of prying eyes.

Qiu Bo Lan looked up.

Kiss him, stop him.

Hundreds of millions of stars flew in the wilderness, like countless fireflies gathered together, forming a long meandering river flowing to the world.

"Allo, let's go home."

Chapter 128

"A candle that should not be extinguished, Twelve years and 13,140 times of love for me, the four seasons of reincarnation when the boats and cars are settling, the flowers blooming and the red clay small stove drinking together... "Qiu Bodeng, one by one, scolding each other carefully, talking and talking, he suddenly touched the forehead of the evil ghost, and asked in a trembling voice, "The sea in Dongzhou and the river in Xizhou, I have to go alone." , Alo, how did you give it up?"

The moonlight is cold, the ghost is quiet.

The distance between the two is very close, but only one breath.

One lives and one dies.

Shi Wuluo's drooping eyelashes are like the still snow in the Cangshan Mountains, and the thin, warm airflow falls on his face, becoming a fire that scorches the cold stone. He was half-kneeling on the soft slump, pressing one hand on the wooden edge, and clasping Qiu Bodeng's shoulder with the other.

The cold lips fell to the side of Qiu Bodeng's neck.

Little by little, he licked the blood-scalding arteries, following the instinct of the dead soul to crave the warmth of the living, but contrary to his nature, he restrained the bone-chilling chill.

"Jiao...Jiaojiao."

Shi Wuluo said slowly.

He was confused and could not distinguish everything, only the name was always remembered clearly, which easily suppressed all the evil spirits of plundering flesh and blood living creatures. So nostalgic kisses in the blood vessels of the throat are always just greedy and cherished kisses, Qing Lingling, like the breath of vegetation.

reluctant.

Reluctant to bear, his Jiaojiao.

"I am here."

Qiu Bodeng's knuckles flexed and turned white all of a sudden.

The sharp claws that almost pierced the heart, the scars carved into the spine... Twelve years of large and small injuries have come back. He originally thought that he was already unconscious, but how could he simply say "I'm here" and suddenly The pain is unbearable?