[Hao Ye] I am not me

"Why establish a kingdom of psychics?" Leaving aside the rarity of psychics, if it is a person who hates being dominated by desires and possesses power, is the soul noble?not necessarily.

People with power, most people's hearts will be darker than ordinary people.Of course he knows this, such a person is more likely to be bewitched by power, and even has an arrogant desire to dominate.

"...That's not important anymore." At the beginning, it was to find the same kind. People are always exclusive, and those who have not seen it will be regarded as non-existent, and other cognitions that are opposite to it are evil spirits.

At that time, he was really lonely.

Later... that kind of obsession has faded away. Thinking about it, the so-called establishment of a country with only psychics is just an excuse.

Where there are people, there will be darkness. The basic attributes of psychics are firstly talents and then people with power.Moreover, creating a world of only light is too idealistic to be possible.Existence is reasonable, and everything has its reason for existence, so there is really no need for him to compete blindly.

"What about those who died because of you? Isn't it important?!"

"Ye!" Dao Lian and Bang Bang Bang grabbed Ye's arm with all their might, their ferocious expressions never changing and their eyes fixed on him.

"The weak prey on the strong, I am stronger than them, so I soak in the hot spring here, and they die. The reverse is also the same." Ma Cangye is angry because too many people have died at his hands, but as long as it is with others Competitive or hostile should be ready to pay the corresponding consequences, he did not bully the weak, but the other side provoking out of their own capacity, do not kill them all and keep it to cause trouble for himself?

"That's violence!" Killing, no matter what the purpose is, is wrong, he has always believed so firmly, although he knows that he is not so kind.

"People want to kill me, I will kill, it's that simple."

"...!" So cold-blooded, so cruel, is this person really his brother?Really [person]?

"It doesn't matter what other people think, and what others think has nothing to do with me. After all, it's only at the level of a mortal, it's too insignificant." He brushed his forehead and hair casually, and said in a neutral tone.

"What on earth do you take human life for?!" Ma Cangye's questioning mixed with anger, sadness, and lamentation never made him flustered at all.

He pursed his lips. After all, Ma Cangye was still too naive. Even if it was half of his soul, could it be that different growth environments could cause such a big difference?amazing.

"You don't need to question me anymore. There is nothing more than disagreement between you and me. It's useless to explain more." Besides, he is not a person who likes to explain to others.

"Are you running away? Answer me!" Several people around did not stop Ma Cangye, because they also wanted to know the answer.

"...Tools." It seemed that the answer surprised them too much, and they all stared at him dumbfounded, full of disbelief.

He knew that no matter how much he explained, no one would really understand. He did use human beings as tools, but not all of them.But does it make sense to explain this?The end result won't change, so why is he wasting his efforts.

Different paths do not conspire with each other, they insist on their justice, he follows his path, the two sides are hostile from the beginning, the fundamental contradiction cannot be resolved, there is no right or wrong, no one has the right to blame the other .

It was his expectation of Ma Cangye that exceeded common sense. The time difference of 500 years and five centuries merged into a gap that could not be bridged at all.

Even if he is lazy to do the simplest ridicule, all kinds of things in the world will gradually fade to him, and finally only a vague shadow will remain.And his mood became colder and colder, like a pool of frozen stagnant water, unable to ripple anymore.

The arrogant and flamboyant him is as dazzling as a morning star, with extreme distinctions between love and hate, and there is no room for sand in his eyes.Even though he says he hates human beings and wishes to destroy them, he still loves them in his heart. He loves human beings deeply like a curse, which is why he hates and hurts like that.

Now he no longer has the childish and extreme obsessions at that time, and the intense emotional color has faded away, stripped and bleached layer by layer by time, and nothing will remain.

From the inside to the outside, he is transforming into a god. His strength, thoughts, heart, and human essence are all discarded and crushed, and his pale smile is unable to bear any emotions.

Should it be sad?No, how can you be sad?Isn't that normal and fair?He got what he wanted, and it's fair that he lost something that was a little less important, and it's more like he earned it, so there's nothing to be sad about.

Humans abandoned him at the beginning, so this time it is him who abandons humans. Even if his purpose is not this, it can give him some comfort for his stubborn obsessions that have been stubborn for thousands of years.

He had already realized it.Not the half-assed, paranoid ones.

He was the first to leave the hot spring, and the awkward atmosphere after the questioning was not easy to get rid of, and he lost the interest in soaking in the hot spring.

Sitting on the porch, the lacquer-red comb was inserted from the top of the hair to the bottom, and the water droplets dripped along the hair and wet the plain white kimono, blurring the light gray imprint.

His hair is all done by Yuji, dried with cotton cloth, scented with good incense, and combed slowly from the top to the end with a small and delicate wooden comb.The movement of her lowering her eyebrows and combing carefully is an appearance he is all too familiar with, but it makes him feel a little nostalgic.Then he told himself that she was no longer there, and re-entered the reincarnation that was delayed by a thousand years, and was reincarnated.

When Ma Cangye walked into the room, he stood quietly for a while before taking another step towards the person who was half leaning on the railing and bowed his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

His long dark brown hair was randomly pulled up by a bright red comb, and the comb was also casually inserted on one side. His pale complexion was almost the same as the plain white kimono. The man's slender neck and ankles seemed to break if he pinched , the raised eyes were half-closed, and the slender and long eyebrows were hidden in the slightly messy bangs.

Cold, empty, and ethereal, his figure was clearly in front of him, but his breath seemed to be silently drowned out in the next breath.

Ma Cangye sat down and put his hands on the floor. Unknowingly, intentionally or not, his fingers touched the back of the man's hand, which was cold and not at all human-like temperature. He was surprised and didn't take his hand back.

The man's eyes were closed, probably resting, his chest rose and fell slightly, and the sound of his breathing was almost ignored.

His eyes were fixed on that person, and he couldn't move away.The blue-purple blood vessels under the pale skin are clearly visible, the tall nose is under a very thin lip, which bends into a sharp arc with a slight sip, and the lip is invisible.I don't remember who said that people with thin lips are generally fickle. He has no intention of proving this statement, but it is undeniable that in his impression that person is indeed fickle.

He observed secretly, the man showed no signs of waking up, at first his fingers moved, and then he boldly covered the man's open palm, which was cold, soft and slender, just like the man's .

When he was in the hot spring, he couldn't explain why he was so out of control that he almost got angry. He was so irritable that he was not like him. Usually, he was always calm to almost indifferent. It seemed that as soon as he met that person, his emotions would lose the shackles, as if he was out of control. The Mustang is out of control.

Satisfaction spreading from the bottom of his heart, bringing his soul to finally get a complete sigh, swept through his mind again and again, turning his calm heart upside down.

No matter how hard he suppressed it, he couldn't restrain his desire to be with that person, even a more intimate move.

Holding hands like this, skin-to-skin can bring him great satisfaction.

It is undeniable that he yearns for that person instinctively, before he can sort out the emotions that are devouring his heart and spleen.

"We are twins." Ma Cangye was still immersed in his thoughts, and a sudden sentence sounded in his ear.

"Are you awake?" As he said that, Ma Cangye's cheeks were flushed, and he turned his head so that no one could see his shy look, but he didn't let go of his hand.

"Ah. I don't need sleep. Compared to rest, sleep is just a habit for me." His indifferent tone did not mind his hand being held, "I and your soul are originally one, just It’s just being divided into two, and physically they are twins, so that’s why there’s that feeling. As for the feeling I’m talking about, you should know.” After all, he will have it too, but it’s not as strong as Ma Cangye .

"..." Should he answer that it was the attraction from the body to the soul?Such shameful words made him so thin-skinned how to say it.So his face was redder than before, and even his neck turned a faint pink.

"You don't have to pay too much attention, just be yourself."

"... Mmm." It was too easy to say!It's all like this, why doesn't he care? Hey!