After speaking, he seemed to be tired, his eyes were closed tighter and tighter, the smile on the corners of his mouth became deeper and deeper, and the blood stained his wedding dress more and more vividly, as if he was in a pool of blood, but the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows gradually faded in color.The blood-stained bones suddenly moved slightly, and then a terrifying scene occurred.The motionless white bone, suddenly as if it had been endowed with some foreign power, began to slowly turn sideways, and then raised a hand that only had a skeleton left, and gently placed it on Zhuang Yue's waist, looking as if it was taking Zhuang Yue's whole person into his arms.You're the fool.Chapter 157 Since the beginning of spring, it has been cloudy for days, and the drizzle is like a needle and thread in the hands of a deep boudoir woman, falling non-stop.Early in the morning, a dim sum shop opened the door, and saw a very thin child lying under the dripping eaves.The shopkeeper's mood was the same as the weather, he took the broom in the house, and scolded while driving away: If you want to eat and go elsewhere, you will be called Hanako!
The child got up from the ground shivering, and there were many frost-cracked scars on his mud-stained feet, and he glanced at the shopkeeper, whose face was bruised from the cold, but a pair of eyes were like black onyx embedded in the sockets, bright and clean, as if washed with water.When the shopkeeper saw these eyes, he was a little unbearable, turned around and found two hard pies inside, handed them to the child, and warned: "Little Hanako, don't come in the future, or I will break your legs!"
The child looked at the cake in his hand, and then looked up at the shopkeeper, and after a long silence, he pursed his chapped lips, and suddenly pushed the shopkeeper's hand away, and said with blazing eyes: My name is not Hanako!
Hey!
The shopkeeper saw that his kindness was not reciprocated, so he was so angry that he raised the broom and gave it to the kid again, get out!
Don't bother me with business!
The child rubbed his sore buttocks and limped away.The shopkeeper spat at the madman behind him, turned and went into the shop.The child was angry with white air in his mouth, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, trying to warm his body, but on a rainy day, the wind hit like a needle was hidden, and it was densely poked into the bones.He walked to a bridge and sat down, and took the thin, worn, stinking mattress beside him and covered him.The old beggar here has passed away, and has been thrown into a mass grave wrapped in a straw mat, and there are no new beggars to take over the site, so the children can stay here for a while.Sitting and sitting, his stomach screamed, the child touched his shriveled belly, his dinner yesterday was half a steamed bun left over from others, today he can be hungry for a day, rest until tomorrow and then look for food.Feed.Suddenly, a low, languid voice came from overhead, dragging in tune, but it was nice.The child raised his head, but he didn't see anyone there, he retracted his gaze, and saw that there was a thin man in a moon-white robe standing with his hands in front of him.He didn't tie his hair, his black hair like a waterfall was scattered on his shoulders, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, his eyes were like the abyssal sea, he was already outstanding, and there was a cinnabar mole on his forehead.The child was stunned, he had never seen such a good-looking man, his eyes were glared for a moment, and he tilted his head a little sluggishly, and his expression looked particularly funny.The man squatted down, frowned a little irritably, took out a folding fan from his arms, and unceremoniously slapped the child's head.What do you ask?
The child's face was wrinkled when he was knocked, and he hurriedly blocked the red forehead that was knocked out, and said aggrievedly: What?
The man sighed and repeated what he had just said, I asked if you would like to go with me?
The child was startled, hurriedly raised his head, and when he met the man's eyes, two thin reds rose on his dirty cheeks, and his eyes fluttered: Where are you taking me?
Great place.The man's fan shook again and again, but it wasn't too cold, so he didn't forget if he didn't go.Without hesitation, he stood up.The child was in a hurry, and hurriedly pulled the man's shirt, I'll go!
The man looked at him condescendingly.The child's heart tightened, and he just wanted to retract his hand.The man retracted his gaze first, and said lightly: Then let's go.The child hesitated a little and wanted to regret it, always feeling that it was not a good thing to go, but the man did not allow him to regret it, and directly grabbed the child's arm and carried the person on his shoulder, and then the two of them disappeared in the blink of an eye like a gust of wind.Along the way, the child was like a ghost, crying and screaming, and the man was annoyed, so he picked an unripe wild fruit on the side of the road and stuffed it in his mouth.The child was so sour that the base of his tongue was numb, and he couldn't scream, and lay on the man's shoulder with a desperate face.It didn't take long for a cottage surrounded by mountains to appear in front of the two of them, and it looked like it was uninhabited, but the child saw hundreds of tall men in the backyard, their expressions indifferent, like a sculpture, motionless in the courtyard.The child's heart became more and more panicked, and his voice trembled: This is the Netherworld?
Am I already dead?
Not dead.The man threw the child to the ground, drew the saber from the waist of the tall man next to him, and threw it at the child without looking.He stared at the child's pale face with deep eyes, and after a long time, the man suddenly evoked a slightly eerie smile.But you will be worse off than dead.Before the child understood what he meant, he saw the man stand up, smile and clap his hands.But in an instant, the group of expressionless men in dark armor rushed towards the child unexpectedly.AhhhHelp me!!!
Who are you!
Let me go!!!
Similar pleas for help continued in the years that followed.But as the child grew up and became a young man, the cry in his mouth also changed from the beginning of the cry for help, to the later return, and finally he didn't even bother to shout, only the mockery on his face was full of smiles, and a provocation to the man in white.That's it?
The hundreds of Xuanjia soldiers present, including teenagers, all had a wooden plaque tied to their chests, as long as the wooden plaque was broken, it represented death.At first, it was a wheel battle, but the man thought it was a waste of time, so he directly let those soldiers go together, and then gave the boy three more chances.At this time, the wooden cards on the chests of all the Xuanjia soldiers had cracked, and the young man had one chance left.The man in white sat lazily on the rattan chair, pinching a grape with his fingertips, and slowly tore off the purple skin wrapped outside, and then his narrow eyes swept to the colorful Xuanjia soldier on the opposite side, and went on together.The young man held a big knife higher than him in his hand, and said with a smile: Master, how can anyone go on it now?
Now that I've won, can you take me down the mountain for a day!
The man glanced at him and unhurriedly put the peeled grapes into his mouth.I'm talking about them.The man yawned sleepily and pointed behind him.The young man frowned, and when he saw that there were twice as many Xuanjia soldiers behind him, his face changed suddenly, and he said angrily: You didn't say that there are still people here!
The man in white stood up from the wicker chair and moved his aching neck, catching a glimpse of the young man glaring at him viciously like a young lion cub with fangs.The remaining 100 people, until the game starts, have been hiding on the rooftops, but you haven't noticed.He scoffed with some malice.The man in white walked up to the young man, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and sarcastically said mercilessly: I know a little fur, what is there to be proud of.The young man's eyes seemed to be burning with two small flames, and he said with a look of hope: "What about going down the mountain tomorrow?"
The smile on the face of the man in white was even worse, and he raised his hand and touched the top of the young man's head.The smile is like a spring breeze, but it doesn't sound humane.Cancel.The young man was indignant and said: Liar!
The man in white withdrew his hand and paced out of the yard.After being trained by those soldiers until late at night, the young man returned to the house with a sore back, and just wanted to fall asleep when he suddenly smelled a strong smell of meat.He sat up in a hurry, and saw that there was half a roast chicken on the table, and there was a medicine bottle next to it, and there was a note pressed underneath, with four big characters in concise and concise words.Remember to rub the medicine.The young man's dark eyes gradually deepened, and there seemed to be some other indescribable emotions in them, and he reached out and held the medicine bottle tightly in his palm, and whispered, Master.* The sun and the moon are like a shuttle, the passage of time is just a snap of a finger, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye.The young man's eyebrows and eyes are a little more mature and restrained, the edges and corners are gradually clear and sharp, and he has to suffer from those inhuman tortures every day, and his body is much stronger than ordinary people.A few days ago, he walked down the mountain, in order to save a scholar, he fought with three or four strong men with his bare hands, not only did he not suffer any injuries, but also packed up the strong men and obeyed them.Later, the homeless scholar was taken back to the mountain, and when the man learned of this, he immediately punished the boy with three days of confinement.But as he grew up, the boy began to become thick-skinned, and the punishments he feared when he was a child were now like tickles, and he was no longer afraid.Master!
I am back!
The young man who had just sneaked back from the bottom of the mountain ran straight into the courtyard of the man in white, and he didn't knock on the door, he broke in directly.The man fell down on the bed to take a nap, looking a little haggard, breathing lightly, as if he had not been woken up by the movements of the teenager.The boy subconsciously slowed down and quietly closed the door.He cautiously walked up to the man, knelt down on one knee, held the breath from the tip of his nose, and his gaze began to become hot and greedy, moving inch by inch over the man's face.Master?
The boy screamed like a mosquito.Seeing that the man did not respond, the young man said softly: Are you asleep?
didn't see the man open his eyes, the young man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his eyes began to be presumptuous and bold, as if to confirm that the man was asleep, the young man actually began to reach out and stroke the man's fair and smooth side face.The touch of the palm is soft and delicate, like a piece of warm jade of good quality.The young man was a little dissatisfied when he touched it, looking at the man's long black eyelashes covering his eyelids, he seemed to be bewitched by the voice in his head, and couldn't help but bury his head, with a hint of temptation and apprehension, and gently imprinted a kiss on the cinnabar mole on the man's forehead.He raised his head nervously, and saw that the man hadn't woken up yet, the young man's heart was a little lost, and he was a little excited, his heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and an unknown flame was burning wildly in the depths of his body.The boy clenched his fists tightly, and all the dirty thoughts that had been buried for a long time finally exploded, and he lowered his head irrepressibly, and kissed the thin red lips that were gently pursed with all his body.When the soft touch came to his lips, the boy's brain exploded, and he wondered if all this was real or a long-awaited dream.He didn't dare to make extra movements, just clumsily and carefully clinging.This is a kiss that haunts him and is about to turn into a demon.The boy didn't dare to tell anyone.When the love first opened, he had a strange dream.The person who appeared in the dream was not a woman, but the master who had been facing him all day and tormenting him.To this day, he still remembers the dream that his master was lying in the hot spring of the mountain behind him, and the young man walked slowly towards him step by step.The mist was filled, the ripples were rippling, and there were many splashes on the edge of the hot spring pool, and his master fell limp into his arms, with tears or fragrant sweat in the corners of his eyes.Realizing that he was still on his master's lips, the boy woke up suddenly, and hurriedly left, and when he saw his master's sleeping face, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of guilt in his heart, and fled out of the house.And in a panic, he didn't notice that the man sleeping behind him had opened his deep eyes and was looking thoughtfully at the back of the young man leaving.The boy was worried about what he was doing, and the man had noticed it, but after being worried for several days, the man didn't see anything unusual on his face, and he began to gradually relax.The days went on so tepidly, and after outsiders came to the cottage, the young man finally saw the people locked up in the small courtyard in the back mountain.It turned out that in the courtyard where so many Xuanjia soldiers held hands, there was an innocent and cute little girl who lived.She seemed to like the scholar very much, and at first she secretly followed him, but after the scholar noticed it, she began to blatantly stick to the scholar all day and night.The young man saw that the little girl was in love with the scholar, and he couldn't help but feel a little envious in his heart, if he was a woman, could he follow the master so unscrupulously.But everything didn't last long, and three months later, the little girl's mother learned about the affair between the little girl and the scholar, and even if she wanted to drive the scholar down the mountain, the little girl cried heartbreakingly, but she couldn't shake her mother in the slightest.The night before the scholar went down the mountain, the young man was about to go to see him off, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a small crack in the closed door, and there was a dim light inside.When he caught a glimpse of what was happening on the bed, his pupils constricted and he froze in disbelief.The master, who was never too close to people on weekdays, was sitting on the side of the scholar's bed at the moment, with a smile in his eyes, as gentle as if he had changed someone.The scholar was immersed in sleep, the man's fingertips gently sketched his outline, and then slowly leaned down under the young man's shocked gaze.This action boy was all too familiar, and he had done this to Master a few months ago.He saw that the master was getting closer and closer, and his heart seemed to be pierced by ten thousand arrows, and he could no longer look at it.The boy endured the pain, turned around and ran out of the cottage.Later, the boy stopped practicing, and spent his days in the towns below the mountain, and only came back when he was drunk, and he always had the smell of erosive fat powder on his body.The man didn't ask much about the teenager's anomalies.Half a month later, he knocked on the door of the young man's room late at night, said nothing, and told the young man to roll down the mountain tomorrow and never appear in Guerzhai again.The boy sneered and agreed without hesitation.He walked resolutely, and later, as he had promised when he left, he never went up the mountain again.After descending the mountain, the boy went to the barracks as a miscellaneous soldier, and spent a year in the barracks, and on the way back to his hometown, he rescued a woman who looked exactly like his master.At first, he didn't have any other thoughts about the woman, but as he got along, he found that the breath on the woman's body was very familiar, just like the master he was thinking about.Everything that happened afterwards was somewhat untrue.The barracks and the people in the village knew that the young man, who was still a poor boy, had married a beautiful girl as his wife.On the night of the candle in the cave room, he was half drunk and half awake, and lifted his hijab in a daze.That night, the boy had a dream, and the woman under him became his master who was high up and could not be blasphemed.The flaming red drapery fell, the old bed creaked, and his master was as slippery as a fish breathing the shore, as if he had been fished out of the water.The young man looked at his master sweating profusely, and his eyes were watery, as if he had tears, he had never seen his master like this, and he immediately felt a little distressed, leaned over and kissed the corner of his master's mouth, and comforted him softly.Don't cry.As soon as the words fell, there was a blow on the head, and his master scolded and spat out four big words that he didn't understand in a familiar irritable tone.