His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there was so much to say.

He wants to say...I want to say, Alo, do you know that I went to see Thirty-Six Islands, and everyone really fell in love with each other, and they fought without any effort...I don't remember how it started , I don't remember how it ended, I just remember that the medicine that the Master of Medicine Valley was boiling was so bitter, so bitter, I didn't want to drink it, but I had to live.

I want to say, Aluo, I went south to the Wu clan, you weren't there, I didn't dare to go in, I just stood on the white stone cliff for a while.

I want to say, Alo, I can't find the way back to Kongsang.

...

So much to say.

In the end, he could only choked up and asked:

"The day before yesterday I wanted to cut a plum blossom, why didn't you accompany me?"

Okay, I won't be left alone from now on.

...but why don't you accompany me?

Shi Wuluo frowned in pain.

His memory was shattered and confused, and he struggled in a daze, trying his best to find a clear way out. Huge anger and huge pain were intertwined, and he pressed Qiu Bodeng into his arms... He didn't know what made this person so painful, so he could only subconsciously hide this person in his arms and die fiercely with the world for the enemy.

Sen Han's murderous aura swept over.

From the silver screen of the ink-splashed landscape to the wind chimes hanging under the eaves, from the withered grass bent by the wind to the ancient plums by the icy lake in the distance... A thin grass, a stinger did not miss, a whole Tianchi Mountain, a The entire Meicheng was shocked by the sudden and cold aura.

After confirming safety, the killing intent was slowly withdrawn.

Shi Wuluo's chin was against the top of Qiu Bodeng's hair, and a strong arm belonging to an adult man tightly trapped the thin teenager in his arms, leaving no space, just like a terrifying white wolf showing its fangs and claws After successfully intimidating all directions, he wraps everything in his arms with his tail.

Exclusivity and protection.

Qiu Bodeng put his elbows on Shi Wuluo, got up with great effort, and went to see him.

Under the shroud of the white moon, Shi Wuluo, who had just started killing intent, was drenched in blood, and in an instant he became a bloody red... With his instinct, he disguised the image Qiu Bodeng had just woken up to, which was the same as in the past. Generally indistinguishable. But it was just a phantom.

Bloody black eyes.

He has fallen into a devil,

The evil ghost slowly raised his hand to touch Qiu Bodeng's face, and suddenly stopped when he was about to touch it. Under the moonlight, his pale fingertips wrapped around the lingering black mist, in stark contrast to Qiu Bo's bright and clean skin. Shi Wuluo lowered his eyelashes, his fingers curled up bit by bit.

When he was about to withdraw his hand, Qiu Bodeng grabbed him.

The room was silent.

a little.

Qiu Bodeng lowered his head, bit by bit holding the evil ghost's cold knuckles. The moist and gentle tip of the tongue touches the pulp of the finger and the joint of the base of the finger. Finally, he reached the broken lifeline in his palm, and gently and slowly licked/licked, as if to reconnect that line. A misty mist stained his eyebrows.

Qiu Bodeng tilted his head, and a trace of black mist flowed on his brows, becoming a charming ink in the corner of the actor's eyes.

"You can get me dirty."

His voice was soft, as if there was sugar as fine as golden sand being milled.

"I promise."

The next moment, he was ripped off.

His hands were clasped together and pressed into the warm quilt.

Qiu Bodeng raised his head and saw that Shi Wuluo's overly sharp facial features became more aggressive/aggressive/sexual after his death, cold and handsome... This is the evil ghost he provoked himself, and he himself opened the evil ghost to restrain his desire/desire shackles, the sin he willingly suffered.

White Moon Window.

Bloody as a wedding dress.

The evil ghost took away Qiu Bodeng's hair, and the long black hair flowed through his fingertips, which were not alive, and scattered the silk pillow embroidered with dark patterns. The red clothes and the blood clothes overlapped, and don't know what kind of memory touched him, so he suddenly tilted his head, flicked a wisp of wind with his fingers, and lit the candle at the corner of the table.

The candle is rekindled.

Dazzlingly bright.

The room was filled with black mist, even if there was candlelight, it was still dim. The silver screen fell to the ground due to the previous murderous outbreak, and the landscape on the screen was half unfolded and half submerged. Everything is bleak, only the blood and red clothes that sag from the soft to the ground are so gorgeous that they seem to flow.

This scene is like a mottled ancient painting.

The painting is no longer the wishful thinking of a scholar who expects a demon to fall into the arms of the moon, but a glamorous and thrilling demon and the evil ghost who trapped him, depicted with cinnabar and thick ink. They embraced each other, bit and kissed in the ruined temples and the desolate graves, in the past of the old paper piles, in the blood and coldness.

Pale is blood, bright is plum.

On the short table, the melted wax of the candles condensed into a string of rouge tears, and a little lantern flower exploded in the ground.

Suddenly, it lit up softly.

Qiu Bodeng's raised face was half submerged in the firelight, his Adam's apple was pressed against his cold teeth, his deadly throat was licked, forcing the end of his eyes to turn red, Ye Yan turned into a soul-sucking demon. .

The evil spirit kissed the boy's eyebrows upwards, grinding the end of his long and narrow eyes.

——He seemed to vaguely remember that there was supposed to be an extravagant crimson here, like a crimson fish tail spreading out, like a little bit of red tears that were about to fall.

"You erased it yourself," Qiu Bodeng bit his lip, intermittently, laughing at him, "What are you looking for now?"

His blame was half false and half true, but the evil ghost couldn't understand it, he just whispered "Jiaojiao" softly. The sharp pain in Qiu Bodeng's heart suddenly dissipated in half, and the other half only changed a meaning.

"Forget it... I don't care about you."

The folds of the warm quilts are stacked, and they are pushed away and draped to the collapsed edge. Qiu Bodeng had to reach out and grab the thin screen wood on the soft sagging edge, his knuckles bent with a groan, and his fingertips scratched the delicately carved screen wood, leaving shallow scratches, one by one, with the age of the ancient wood. The wheels overlap.