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42.Chapter 42
For several seconds, Chu He's mind was blank, and he just watched the iron chain, motionless, as if he had forgotten his breath.
"Zhou Hui..." After a while, he made a slight and hoarse voice: "...Zhou Hui?"
The bedroom door clicked, and Zhou Hui walked in with a steaming teacup, and said with ease: "Awake?"
——His expression and voice are so natural, as if he just woke up in the morning and greeted gently, are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?
The attitude was so natural that Chu He looked at him and the bedside made of stainless steel, and couldn't say anything for a while.
Zhou Hui’s injuries in the deadly sea have been basically healed. The newborn skin is a little pale, but his look is elegant and calm, his body is strong and vigorous, and his polite and irresistible aura is wrapped in black clothes. An unspeakable sense of awe.
"You are too weak to drink this."
Zhou Hui sat on the edge of the bed, holding Chu He's upper body with one hand, leaning gently in his arms, and feeding him the steaming black liquid in the teacup.
Chu He was extremely dizzy as soon as he left the pillow. In addition, his left arm was unable to focus, and he drank several sips without any resistance, before he reluctantly turned his head and asked, "This...what is this?"
"It tastes bad?" Zhou Hui took a sip, "It's okay."
"Do not……"
"It's not easy to get this, don't let me down."
Zhou Hui gently wiped off the water marks on the corners of his mouth, and squeezed the back of his neck very gently and couldn't get rid of it. After feeding several mouthfuls, he gently put the teacup on the bedside table until the liquid was at the bottom of the cup.
Chu He coughed hoarsely--even the cough was weak and weak.
His heart was consumed too much, and the whole person showed a dangerous paleness. Only when he coughed, there was a little blush on his cheeks. The contrast made his face more transparent, which was even dark. The light blue blood vessels on the side of the neck are clearly visible.
Zhou Hui patted his back lightly, resting his head on his shoulder.
His shoulder muscles are thick and extremely resilient, and the thin clothes should be sun-dried, full of the dryness of the sun.
This posture is actually very comfortable. Chu He's eyelashes are drooping, he breathes the warm smell greedily, and at first he struggled to ask about the iron chain, but his mind quickly became trance.
In the dimness, he only felt Zhou Hui's palm gently stroke his face.
"You are too weak..." he said in a low voice, "...you should sleep a little longer."
Chu He woke up from sleep, every time he woke up, he would be fed that weird and viscous black liquid, and then quickly lost consciousness and fell into a dark and sweet dream again.
He had a lot of dreams, chaotic and weird, not only anxious and fearful, but also memories of their family of four living together many years ago when the children were young. At that time even Maha was a little bird running around, and Garuda was still a newborn who only knew how to cry. Zhou Hui had just achieved a delicate reconciliation and balance with Tiandao, and the family finally recovered from the chaos between the six realms. Moved to the human world; Maha finds everything new to see. Every day he chirps around his parents asking questions and answers. Zhou Hui is sometimes annoyed by questions, so he picks Maha on his head and ignores him. He laughed and screamed, rushing up the mountain forest around the ridge...
That was when Zhou Hui rarely lived peacefully with Maha.
Since when did all this quietly change?
When Maha grew up slowly, his temper was getting worse and worse, and even the blood pupil of the demon clan unique to his biological father appeared?
When Zhou Hui discovered that the soul of the eldest son became more and more familiar, just like the self in the mirror when he was young, and even perfectly recreated the evil, bloodthirsty, violent and cruel soul of a monster?
Or was it even earlier, one day late at night, when the young Maha knocked on his parents' door in horror and cried, crying that he dreamed of his mother's tragic death in front of him?
This ominous seed planted by destiny many years ago finally sprouted with time, and in a corner of this family, it quietly revealed a hideous smile.
Chu He didn't know how long he slept, but when he finally woke up one day, he looked at the black liquid that Zhou Hui brought back, and suddenly realized something:
"...There is a tranquilizer in this thing, right?"
Zhou Hui looked at him quietly.
The bedroom doors and windows are still tightly closed, and the curtains are thick and completely opaque, making the enclosed space safe and warm. It's just that the light is too dim, which makes Zhou Hui's handsome and deep face look a bit obscure.
"...This is a blood-producing plant that grows near the sea of blood in the Demon Realm. The juice is dried and chopped, and it also helps sleep." After a while, he whispered, "You need to sleep more, I have no other meaning. "
As soon as Chu He raised his left hand, the iron chain made a clatter: "What about this one?"
The fracture in his left arm was almost healed, but he was still weak and unable to exert himself. He once tried to break free of the chains, but as long as he struggled a little, his muscles cramped, his fingers tremble, and his fingertips were still cold and numb with long-term ischemia.
Zhou Hui grabbed his cold-skinned hand, held it in his palm, and rubbed his thumb on the back of his hand. This posture is actually a bit like a person who loves antiques touching his beloved collection, but his face is calm, and after a while he said leisurely: "What's the matter? It's just that the blood vessels inside are not well grown, I'm afraid you will move. ."
"... Then I won't move, can you open it?"
Zhou Hui stayed quiet for a while, and Chu He stared at him unblinkingly, only to see him smile for a while:
"Yes, you kiss me and I will open it."
Chu He was startled.
He slowly put his head over, almost touching Zhou Hui's nose, and smelled the vigorous and refreshing breath of this man like a bush.
The smell made him a little bit stunned, and the tip of his nose could not help but sniff lightly on the cheeks and lips, and the breath rose slightly from the depths of his mind.
"Zhou Hui..." he subconsciously said.
Zhou Hui lowered his eyes to look at him, with a slight smile, as if there was an imperceptible encouragement hidden.
Chu He closed his eyes and pressed a deep kiss on his warm lips.
The lingering, ambiguous breath rose from the darkness, like a blurred dream. But this dream is strangely peaceful and calm, and all the hopeless anxieties and undesirable fears gradually fade away, turning into a faint star on the horizon.
"Phoenix..." Zhou Hui's slightly rough thumb belly rubbed his cheeks, feeling the delicate and cold temperature, and let out an inaudible sigh.
"My...Little Phoenix..."
Chu He raised his head and looked at him, his wits were not very clear, and his eyes were still a little lost. At that moment, his eyes filled with water were blank, like a distant boyhood, even if he was going to step on the thorns to the abyss, he stumbled forward.
Zhou Hui pressed his head to his chest, kissed his hair, and then reached into his chest.
Chu He breathed quickly, struggling slightly, but was quickly pressed by Zhou Hui. After a while, his hand stretched out from Chu He's chest, and he held a key impressively.
——That is the bronze key that once hung under his heart.
Chu He's pupils suddenly widened, but Zhou Hui leaned down and used this key to unlock the iron lock on his wrist.
"Your spine is locked..." he said leisurely, "not this one."
Chu He's fingertips trembled slightly, but Zhou Hui laughed. There was a pity-like joking in his eyes. He drank the black juice from the teacup on the bedside table and leaned over to feed Chu He mouth to mouth.
Probably because of the fluctuating emotions, Chu He did not respond at all. All the juice smoothly slipped down his throat between the entanglement of his lips and tongue. Zhou Hui stretched out his tongue and licked the remaining potion in the corners of his lips:
"Go to sleep, get a good night's sleep."
A few weeks later, Chu He was finally allowed to get up, eat liquid food, and walk out of the bedroom.
However, he still could not go out. Zhou Hui strictly controlled the scope of his activities this time, and drew a curse on the windows, balcony, and even the ventilation fan of the toilet.
In fact, he didn't have to do this, because Chu He's physical strength was not enough to support him to walk outside. The temperature at home has been carefully adjusted. Under the warm autumn sun, he often slept unconsciously on the sofa, and then was held in his arms by Zhou Hui who was sitting on the side reading a book, cuddling each other until dusk.
Phoenix's extremely poor blood energy was slowly replaced, but the injuries accumulated over the years have not healed. His body is still very weak, and his physical strength is controlled to a certain extent.
Sometimes after he was asleep, Zhou Hui would take him from the sofa back to the comfortable big bed in the bedroom, caress his lower waist that is deeply recessed above the hips, and rubbed the ring that penetrates the lumbar vertebrae again and again.
He seemed to satisfy the secret and forbearance from this behavior. It was a kind of unspoken, but both of them had a tacit and terrifying desire for control.
Occasionally, when Chu He could stay awake for a long time, Zhou Hui would also tell him something happened outside.
The investigation of the Snow Mountain Goddess incident is nearing completion, including quelling rumors, clearing up the dead, and pacifying all sectors of society. The aftermath is almost complete. The instigator of this incident-the body of the third generation of Red Liao Liang of the Military Commission was found in the tunnel. It was probably corroded to death after inhaling too much dead air. Before he died, he was lying next to an ice coffin. The remains of his "first love" Lu Xiaochen.
Sadly, after investigation, it was discovered that Lu Xiaochen and Liao Liang were only college classmates during his lifetime, and had not talked about the so-called love. Lu Xiaochen and Bo Chao were a pair in college. After graduation, they both went abroad for further studies. I never knew Liao Liang’s secret love for him; a few years later, he returned to China to find a job and met Liao Liang again, only to find that this former university classmate started to treat himself. He was almost forced to pursue the same pursuit. In shock, he immediately chose to stay away, and even withdrew his job application resume to Liao Liang's company.
But everything is out of control next. Liao Liang's messenger prevented him from finding a job in the industry, and at the same time greeted Bo Chao with the police station. An angry Lu Xiaochen went to Liao Liang to reason, and disputes arose in his words. Liao Liang kidnapped and imprisoned him agitated, and locked him in the single-door villa under his own name.
At the same time, under the conscious approach and inducement of the Snow Mountain goddess Shakti, Liao Liang decided to do nothing, kill Bo Chao, and eliminate the troubles forever. This is so similar to Shakti’s assassination of Phoenix King. The only difference is that Shakti failed in that year, so he was deprived of the godhead and fell into the six reincarnations. However, Liao Liang succeeded easily with the help of financial power and hid Bochao’s body. In the cement wall of an abandoned warehouse.
But the subsequent developments quickly broke away from Liao Liang's control.
After learning about the murder of Bo Chao, Lu Xiaochen attempted to take revenge and assassinate Liao Liang, but soon failed miserably because he had no experience at all. He collapsed under both physical and psychological blows. In desperation, he made a very radical move-taking advantage of the lack of guarding one day, he escaped from Liao Liang's villa and went to the warehouse where Bo Chao was murdered. Committed suicide.
Maybe he just wanted to die with his lover, but the coincidence of the location really helped Zhou Hui to find the warehouse quickly and confess their grievances to the world-this is a story.
After Lu Xiaochen committed suicide, Liao Liang was distraught. He kept the body of the person he loved and asked for help from the "banshee in the mirror" who he thought was omnipotent. So Shakti helped him trick many bar boys into returning home. After extracting Yang Qi, they killed and buried them, using Yang Qi to keep the last bit of activity on Lu Xiaochen's body; but there was a little accident when Yang Qi was extracted that day. As for the bar master turned into a zombie, it has attracted the attention of the National Security Department.
Everything that follows is chaotic and overwhelming. After Shakti got the Phoenix Soul, he certainly did not use it to resurrect Lu Xiaochen like she had tricked Liao Liang into, but instead prepared to use the Soul to cooperate with the Thousand Degrees Mirror Extreme Realm to deal with Zhou Hui; about this, Liao Liang was almost crazy. Shakti was impatient and squeezed him into the tunnel, but when a sea of death came out, Liao Liang had no life under the tunnel.
"——In short, it’s the tragedy caused by the crazily distorted love," Zhou Hui leaned on the sofa while holding the book of art, flipping lazily: "Love is parting, resentment will be met, if you ask for it, you won’t be able to live three It's hard to crack."
Chu He leaned in his arms and said softly for a while, "This is not called love... Even if there is love, Liao Liang just loves himself. Or, he just fell in love with that fantasy. No, the one who has no regrets..."
Zhou Hui laughed and said relaxedly: "My dear, what about the possessiveness that comes without love? Your logic doesn't make sense."
Chu He didn't argue with him. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject: "——What about Yu Fu and them? How did they escape?"
Yu Fu was able to survive because Situ suddenly melted in a critical moment, blocking the fatal blow of King Jiang III. J is the top monster beast cultivated by the zombies into the dry wing and the dry wing. Once the transformed zombie appears, it will be terracotta for thousands of miles, and even have the strength to fight the dragon; although it is called a beast, it is actually a creature belonging to the hell road. .
After Jin Maoyan appeared, he took off his skin and wrapped Yu Jingzhong and several of his men before the dead sea water flooded the stone chamber, so he won the precious twenty minutes. Before Yanpi was eroded by the dead sea water, Yu Jingzhong and the others finally found the sewer exit and escaped from the dead sea.
However, the 犼 skin, which had contained mana for hundreds of years, was completely decayed and turned into ashes. The golden hair 犼 that had lost its skin was reduced to a drought. This is why when he later attacked the goddess of the Snow Mountain, he appeared in a zombie posture instead of a monster posture.
If Situ Yingzhi wants to return to the peak state of Jian from the drought, luck, opportunity, and long time are indispensable. He is three groups of people carrying handles. After this catastrophe, three groups of vitality were severely injured, plus the fifth group that was destroyed by the entire army in the national security turmoil, and the fourth group that has and did not have the same-Guoan Six The human resources of the group finally broke through the lowest point in history again.
Yu Jingzhong issued a call-up order to the leader of Wu Er who was stationed in the northeast, and at the same time he fought several times to get Zhou Hui to let Chu He come out to rebuild the fourth group, but Zhou Hui did not let go.
If nothing happened, he spent a lot of time at home with Chu He every day, although the latter was groggy most of the time, and his extremely exhausted and weak body forced him to remain silent and obedient.
But Zhou Hui didn't care.
He leaned against the sofa in the living room with Chu He in his arms. Sometimes he would read to him. In the golden sunshine of late autumn, Prince Nian Carafu met the proud and cold Princess Turandot for the first time and fell in love with her passionately. , Calling her name three times downstairs to announce the scene of wanting to marry her.
Zhou Hui's voice is deep, deep, thick and full of magnetism, like a pebble thrown into the sun, bringing a circle of moving ripples.
This apartment hidden in the huge city is like a small island in the chaotic world, facing the upcoming thunder and wind and rain in the distance, holding on to the current fragile and short-lived tranquility.