Fall in love with you 630book, the fastest update of Sweet Honey as Ashes as Frost Xiao Yu Xianguan was sitting on the edge of the bed, lowering his head to apply medicine on my wrist.
He held my arm and rolled up my sleeve to my shoulder.
The whole arm was exposed to his eyes in an instant.
I was stunned.
He wanted to take off his cuffs, but he firmly held him in place.
Being caught by him like this, the pain suddenly came over me.
I took a breath and said, "Hiss" I never knew that the little fish fairy had a rough side, so I was inevitably taken aback.
He didn't raise his head, but looked at the criss-crossed scars on me that were burned by the fire.
He frowned and pursed his lips tightly.
When he applied medicine to me, he was not as gentle as before, but rather as if he had a grudge.
He applied the ointment to me harshly.
The scratches were so painful that I almost shed tears, but I didn't dare to say anything, so I could only endure it.
After he gave me the medicine stiffly, his expression became even worse.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
He turned around and walked out.
When I realized it, I had already taken a few steps and reached out to hold his sleeve.
"Xiaoyu Xiangui" I called him, but I didn't know how to continue or what I wanted to say when I held him.
Without turning his head and straightening his back, he interrupted me coldly, "Stop talking, don't say anything to me."
After a while, he sighed softly, as lightly as a passing cloud, "There are some things. , it’s better not to know.
The clearer it is, the more hurt it will be.”
He lowered his eyes and looked at my hand holding his sleeve, as if hesitating for something.
Finally, he said lightly: "Let me go."
I didn't know how to feel, but I just followed the instructions and let go of his sleeves.
For a long time, he didn't leave.
I silently turned around and went back to my room.
After taking two steps, I heard a breeze behind me, but it was him who turned around and hugged me, "Mi'er" I was stunned.
I only heard him holding me in his arms and his chest rumbling, "Mi'er, don't let me see your back again, okay?
I'm waiting for you to look back.
I've been waiting for you to look back.
You know I don’t know, I convinced myself that as long as I indulge you, as long as I let you go, as long as I turn a blind eye every day Deceiving yourself and others with closed eyes, as long as these can make you happy and get better, you will one day see my kindness and my love for you.
But, why do you never look back?
Why would you rather Even if he burns me with the true fire of samadhi, he doesn’t want to seek my embrace.”
He looked at me with despairing hope in his eyes, "Do you still love him to this day?"
I pushed him away in a panic, "What kind of love are you talking about?
I have never loved him.
I hate him.
I hate him."
Suddenly I felt a coldness, a coldness coming from my bones.
I hugged my arms and wanted to Give yourself a little warmth, "I just got a head-dropping spell, why don't you understand?"
"Head-lowering technique.
I also fell into your head-lowering technique.
Why don't you come and fix it?"
He lowered his head and smiled sadly, "You can let me go, but I can never let you go."
I watched the clouds outside the carved window separate and close, close and separate, and my heart was scattered for a while.
I don't understand anything After escaping from the fire, I didn't go to the devil world for a long time.
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I was afraid of seeing him, and I was afraid that he would see me.
I also always avoid the Little Fish Immortal Guan.
I can’t bear to look at him, and I can’t bear for him to look at me.
Every day, I just feed the nightmare beasts, grow flowers and plants, count the mortal prayer strips brought to me by the immortals, and provide alms and rain from the lower world.
Sometimes I think about it, mortals make wishes to gods when they are in trouble.
Who do gods make wishes to when they have troubles?
"Of course I made a wish to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven.
If the Water God has any thoughts, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven will definitely spare no effort to fulfill the wish for the immortal."
Li Zhu said of the Xiaoyu Immortal Guan with an adoring look on his face.
I glared at her.
"Your Majesty, please don't glare at me.
Li Zhu is just telling the truth.
No one else knows how His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven has treated the Immortal Lord for so many years.
How can the Immortal Lord himself not know?"
Seeing her ready attitude of drawing out a sword to help when there is injustice, I was about to interrupt.
As she started talking, she blurted out: "I heard that the leader of the Bird Clan will be getting engaged in the near future.
When will the Immortal Emperor marry His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven?"
My heart sank.
"Who am I getting engaged to?"
I knew that I was asking the question knowingly, but I didn't know why there was still a trace of luck.
Li Zhu coughed in embarrassment and asked an unexpected question: "Back then, Princess Sui He seemed to have had an unclear relationship with Yan Youjun.
I heard that Yan Youjun was demoted to the lower world as a demon because of her."
Looking at her evasive look, I no longer have the heart to listen to these gossips.
My heart suddenly twisted and twisted, and I was very sad.
Master Changfang said: "Jin Mi, are you in love with the God of Fire?"
Puchi Jun said: "Beauty, you are not led by the wrong red line to fall in love with him, right?"
Xiao Yuxianguan said: "To this day, do you still love him?"
How could it be possible?
What are those clamoring things in my heart?
How could I fall in love with the person who killed my father?
How could it be possible?
I was extremely frightened for a moment.
I want to see him again.
I want to confirm, I want to prove, prove it to myself.
That night, the little fish fairy went to the west to discuss the scriptures with the ancient Buddha of Ran Deng.
I dived into the netherworld again.
When I saw him, he seemed a little drunk, and there was an imperceptible stagger in his steps.
As he was walking back to the palace, two banshees came forward to help him, but he pushed them away.
He held a jade handle.
He took a sip from the spout, then frowned, as if he was not satisfied with the wine, and threw the jade pot to the ground.
The body of the pot shattered when it hit the ground, making a crisp sound, which scared the surrounding attendants to their knees.
Fall to the ground.
"Didn't I say I want osmanthus wine?"
He looked at the monsters and ghosts all over the place, "Everyone, get up and get me a pot of osmanthus wine."
"Yes, yes, but, Your Majesty, this is osmanthus wine, the best osmanthus wine in the underworld."
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A banshee shook her courage and spoke the truth in confusion.
"Yes."
Fenghuang looked at her and made a long final sound.
The banshee didn't dare to argue anymore and said straightly: "I'm going to get the osmanthus wine right now."
Phoenix just turned around and walked into the bedroom.
After a while, I turned into water vapor and followed him step by step.
In the inner room, he had untied his clothes and boots and was lying on the bed with heavy gauze curtains with his eyes closed.
A white jade hairpin inlaid with gold fell to the ground.
The brocade quilt was covered with scattered black flowers.
The silk, like running water, slipped a little along the edge of the bed.
One of his hands also slipped to the edge of the bed, holding it together weakly, holding it twice as if trying to grab something, but finally slid down feebly, with his long fingers disappointed. pale.
I suddenly wanted to reach out and hold that hand, and when I could transform into a body, I heard a low rustle of clothes outside the door.
In my panic, I didn't know what was hidden in some fruit plates.
The two banshee attendants came in with a jug of wine, thinking it was freshly prepared sweet-scented osmanthus wine.
They placed it on the table gently, then looked at Fenghuang lying messily on the bed.
They seemed to want to cover him with a quilt, but hesitated for a while. , but finally did not have the courage to do so, and just as she was about to tiptoe out, one of the banshees glanced at the fruit plate where I was hiding, then she looked horrified, and stretched out her hand to tug on the sleeve of the other banshee.
The banshee immediately turned around, and after taking a quick look, her face turned pale, and her eyes were quick to reach out.
Look in that direction, it could be that it's coming towards me.
At this time, Phoenix turned over on the couch, and the two demon attendants were so frightened that they forgot what they were doing and quickly evacuated the room.
While closing the door, I heard a banshee whispering to another person: "It turned out to be a grape.
Someone dared to put the grape into His Majesty's room at the risk of his life.
To this day, there are still people who don't know that the fruit that Your Majesty hates most will be tomorrow."
When this person’s soul is broken” I saw a round purple grape reflected on the bottom of the crystal fruit bowl.
It turned out that when I was so anxious just now, it turned into the self I had not used for a long time.
The fruit he hates most is grapes For some reason, I suddenly felt like a lantern that had been scratched on paper, swaying in the wind.
He moved, stretched out his hand and tugged at the skirt of his clothes impatiently.
It seemed a little warm, and he muttered something in his mouth.
It looked like he was not sleeping peacefully.
I knew that he was too unconscious after being drunk and would not notice me, so I transformed into a body and walked to the bed.
The candlelight in the room was dim, and the swaying halo brushed his cheeks, half-light and half-dark.
Because he was drunk, his lips were as moist as red vermilion, and his long eyebrows were like two ink marks, which were drawn with great force by his pen. , covered with a faint layer of tiredness.
Between my eyebrows are the scars I bitten, which are about to be annihilated.
I lowered my head and looked at him seriously, hating him and loving him If I didn't hate him, how could I kill him with my own hands?
But, why did I feel so sad after killing him?
Is it really because of the head-lowering technique?
But, if I love him as people say, how could I?
I know how to kill him.
I faced him day and night.
For hundreds of years, I never felt anything wrong.
In the following hundreds of years, he said many unintelligible words to me and I was never moved.
He kissed me many times.
He even kissed me when he was drunk that time.
He practiced double cultivation with me, but I never put him in my heart.
How could I have fallen in love with him in a flash since his death?
Now, he is about to get engaged to Sui He.
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Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at me darkly.
None of the lights in the room could be reflected in those pupils.
I was so shocked by his action that I couldn't move.
However, he just looked at me like this and closed his eyes in an instant.
Only then did I remember that he was also like this when he was drunk in the mortal world.
He just woke up unconsciously, but in fact he was not sober.
His lips moved and closed slightly, as if he was saying something.
Out of curiosity, I put my ear close and listened for a long time.
Then I took a closer look at the shape of his mouth.
It seemed that the two words "water to drink" seemed to be two incomplete sentences.
It must be that his mouth was dry after drinking.
Before I realized the action, I had conjured up a cup of fragrant tea and held it in my hand.
With one hand, I held the back of his neck to hold it in place, and with the other hand, I brought the tea cup to his mouth and tilted it slowly.
Unexpectedly, he pursed his thin lips tightly, and not even a drop of water leaked in.
The tea slowly slid down the corners of his lips, leaving a shallow tea stain.
I repeated several times, but couldn't get it in.
I was a little irritable and helpless, so I poured the tea into my mouth in one breath, then leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, opened the gap between my teeth, and poured all the water in bit by bit.
When I left his lips, I saw his closed eyelashes trembling slightly.
Just as he was about to put down the tea cup, I heard him open and close his mouth again, with the same mouth shape: "Drink water."
So, I took another sip of tea and prepared to go with him again.
I was about to use the tip of my tongue to open the gap between his smooth teeth, and was hooked by the tip of another tongue.
The tip of my tongue carries a slightly drunken fragrance, and the fragrance of osmanthus pierces the tip of my tongue one by one like barbs, hooking, entwining, following me like a shadow, unable to escape or avoid, a sip of Maofeng tea brewed in the entanglement The fermented wine overflowed, making me confused.
There was a hand holding the back of my head.
The palm was as cold as black iron.
I shivered and woke up.
I pushed against his chest and tried to get up, but my back was already locked by his other arm.
Locked tightly, no matter how much I struggled, it only made their clothes more messy.
His clothes were open, revealing his fair and strong chest.
The soft texture made my face feel hot.
I was about to close my eyes in a panic, but before I closed my eyelids, I caught a glimpse of a small frost rhombus, two inches long and with just the right arc.
The ground was lying in the middle of his chest, as if something was covered in dust, and something seemed to be remembered.
My heart ached, and I stretched out my hand to touch the faint scar.
He closed his eyes and frowned unconsciously, and a strong murderous aura passed through the side of my face, showing no disobedience.
I was startled, but the next moment he let go of the back of my head and caressed the skirt of my clothes.
He dug in inch by inch, and the silk buttons fell apart in an instant.
He caressed my waist carefully, and his fingertips slowly went up along the spine, around my shoulders, and finally stopped at one place.
He held the softness softly, and I heard my heartbeat under his palm.
Bright and extinguished.
The wine-scented breath passed over my forehead, and there was a trace of cruel sweetness.
The long-term stagnation made me breathless, even the toes were tight, and the clarity only lasted for a fleeting moment.
Passed by in an instant.
In an instant, the world was spinning, and I was pressed under him.
Licking my dry lips, I reached out and hooked the back of his neck and kissed his lips.
He sucked me, from the tip of my tongue to the instep, inch by inch, delicate but not gentle, ambiguous but not warm.
He kissed me.
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I caressed me, and my lips were like calamity fire, bewitching people's hearts.
I climbed onto his shoulders and wrapped around his legs, trying to find a warm shackles in my confusion.
For a moment, my fragmented breathing intertwined into a web, enveloping us tightly, as if we had never been far apart, and there was no life and death.
The separation of death, there is no doubt of love and hate, there are only two hearts close to each other, with different frequencies but scattered and nestled together He rushed in with thrilling power.
The moment was silent and silent, like a clang of piano music that suddenly stopped.
Suddenly, the piano music started again, and there were fierce battles and fierce battles, smoke and thunder.
Drums, horns, iron hoofs, shouts of death, surged in until I was completely swallowed up and entangled to death.
I don’t know what night it is, but I am lying on his chest dripping with sweat.
In front of me is his sleeping face with eyes closed, which is incredibly perfect.
Looking down at the angular line of light frost on his chest, I reached out my hand to touch it again, feeling as if I was drowning and couldn't breathe.
He pursed his lips and saw that his mouth shape was still "drink water" I was startled.
He wanted to drink tea again.
Then I thought about it.
After being drunk, it is natural to be thirsty because of strong anger.
Unexpectedly, when the tea was brought to his lips, he turned his head away impatiently, opened and closed his lips again, and finally made a sound this time, without me having to guess what he was saying based on his mouth shape.
"Suihe" Five thunders struck me.
I was stunned for a moment, and immediately reached out to cover my ears.
I heard nothing, nothing.
"It's better not to know some things.
The clearer they are, the more hurt they will be."
Xiaoyu Xianguan's words suddenly broke into my mind, dripping with blood.
There is no such thing as "water to drink".
It's all my imagination.
What he said from the beginning was "Suihe" He got drunk because of her, he was upset because of her, and he was obsessed with her.
What's more, what's more, he hugged me and kissed me, which was also mistaken for her.
I stumbled to stand up, my hands that were closing my clothes were trembling and trembling inexplicably.
I tried hard to see the buckles and buttons, but I couldn't focus my sight.
There was only a blur of water stains.
In the end, I don't know how much effort I spent.
Just dressed properly.
The road was long and endless.
As I ran all the way, I always felt like there was a ghost chasing me behind me.
It wanted to eat me and swallow me.
Even the skin, flesh and bones were not left.
I ran and ran, kept running, I forgot that I could fly, that I was a god, that I was immune to ghosts and monsters.
However, I suddenly saw one thing clearly: there is no such thing as a head-lowering technique.
I love him, I fell in love with my father-killing enemy It was so clear that I had nowhere to hide.
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