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It's time for him to go to hell.

Born in chaos, born in heaven and earth.

He has no name, or this world is his name.

The other immortals called him "Emperor".

The emperor went through calamities in the lower realm, and the immortals were worried, but he himself didn't have any real feelings.

He has no obsessions—to live, it is his duty to protect this world; to die, to feed back the world, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Life and death, this is one side of reincarnation.

……

…………

He's out of bounds.

The past is forgotten, the past is empty, he is just a mortal child, as if there is no difference from other children.

If it is different, it means that this life has been extraordinarily rough——

He lost his mother when he was born, and lost his father when he was young.

He still has no name, and the "mother" who hadn't seen him in time didn't give him a name, and his father, who was immersed in the grief of his lover's death, didn't have time for these details, but he followed his lover away within a few years.

There is no parental guidance, and no elders to teach.

The child was like a beast in the wilderness, snatching food and struggling to survive...

But there seems to be another consciousness in the body watching with cold eyes, untouched by all this.

……

until that day.

A look at each other across the crowd.

It was a young man... dressed in brocade clothes, which was out of place in this dark alley.

——No, it is out of tune with this world...

In a trance, another vision appeared in his eyes.

The powerful and clean soul is full of warmth and exudes vitality.

Life and death are reincarnation.

he thinks--

But... who doesn't like "raw"?Who can remain indifferent to such a beautiful vitality?

The child stared in that direction until the soul went away.

"...Love Tribulation."

In my mind, there suddenly appeared such a long, sigh-like sound.

……

…………

Then, there are encounters again and again, or "closeness"... more appropriately.

Whether it's the frail child's body or the sleeping consciousness in the body, they are all approaching the soul consciously or unconsciously.

It seems that thousands of years of loneliness and coldness have finally found a home, and the warmth makes people sigh.

But... after all, it is "doom"...

He finally has a name.

The young man who had already revealed his clear and handsome silhouette rubbed his nose uncomfortably, as if he didn't expect that when he belatedly asked about his name, he would be answered with the word "Xiao Hei".

His eyes wandered, and he said with little confidence, "'Xiao Hei' is too informal a name. Otherwise, call it 'Xiao Mo'. My surname and surname are 'Xiao'. Mohist, Shumo also , don't just practice martial arts, study hard..."

After speaking, he had already raised his head, his eyes were bright and bright, hoping for his affirmation.

The soul is as warm as ever, making people want to get closer and closer.

He replied, "Thank you Patriarch for giving the name."

At the same time, the consciousness deep in his mind sighed and fell into a deep sleep.

How hard is it to "get what you ask for"?

If it goes on like this, he can't help but wake up completely and bring people back to the fairyland.

Shouldn't be...

He shouldn't have disregarded his wishes.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, not getting what you want, meeting with resentment and hatred, separation from love, and prosperity of the five yin. *

There are so many hardships in the world, he thought his doom was "not getting what he wanted", but in the end...it turned out to be——

love parting.

……

…………

That day was no different from usual, and the head of the family entrusted him with the task of checking the accounts, which was definitely not within the scope of the duties of the secret guard no matter from which point of view.

He accepted, and then went to the south of the Yangtze River without stopping.

It's better to stay away.

Seeing him having a good time with another person, having a good time with each other, it feels... like a blunt knife cutting and grinding the softest part of the heart little by little.

——It hurts so much...

If you go further away, if you don’t look or listen, you won’t think about it, right?

Probably not.

Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, but his heart was on that person, he couldn't restrain himself from thinking and guessing: What were those two doing?

Travel together?Talking at night by candlelight?

Or even something... something more intimate, something more transgressive...

……

"Master Mo?"

The shopkeeper next to him smiled obsequiously, and pushed the handsome young man behind him forward.

It seemed that the strength was too heavy, the young man was pushed staggeringly, and was about to fall into Xiao Mo's lap.

The person who was sitting had already stood up, but the young man was too late to stop and bumped into the leg of the table.

Seeing Xiao Mo's cold face, the shopkeeper didn't know that he was self-defeating, the friendly smile on his chubby face froze for a moment, and he apologized repeatedly.

Xiao Mohan kept his face speechless.

He was angry, but his anger was not directed at the shopkeeper who made his own claims, but...to himself.

When he entered the city, because of the resemblance between the young man's eyebrows, he couldn't help but take another look.

It is because of that glance that what happened today...

The hand at the side clenched into a fist.

How can this young man be one ten thousandth of him?How could he blaspheme that person so much?

Anger, embarrassment, and the embarrassment of having her secret thoughts exposed.

Xiao Mo completely lost his former composure, and dealt with the shopkeeper's trial and discussion in a distraught manner.

suddenly...

My heart skipped a beat.

"Master Mo?!" "Master Mo!!"

The fat shopkeeper's exclamation came to his ears, but Xiao Mo didn't have the heart to answer.

A scene appeared in front of his eyes——

It was a raging sea of ​​flames, tongues of flames swallowed, with overwhelming power. There was a person standing in the middle of the sea of ​​flames. There was no trace of panic on that person's face, and he was calm and indifferent. He just let the flames swallow him, and the bright and warm soul light came from Disappeared in place.

!!!

Do not! !

Xiao Mo didn't know how he pushed the shopkeeper away and snatched the horse away.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and the distance from Jiangnan to Fengcheng would take a day and a night even at the speed of horses, but he unexpectedly arrived at dawn and at night, and when he returned to Fengcheng, the sky had not yet darkened.

Catch up! !

He was vaguely aware of this, because the scene he had just foreseen was in the middle of the night.

He wiped away the embers of the setting sun and rushed towards the mansion. The orange-red flames had already penetrated half of the sky, and the billowing smoke made the sky turn black again, as if it coincided with the scene in "Foresight", and his heartbeat was throbbing There was a momentary pause.

Xiao Mo waved away the blocking crowd, and rushed into the flames alone.

until I saw that person.

He... is still alive!he's fine!

The calm expression on the young man's face coincided with the scene he had just seen. Fortunately, the flames had not had time to engulf the body.

The joy of being lost and found can almost overwhelm people, he hugged the thin body in his arms tightly with a force that could crush the sky into his body.

The pursuers behind him kept chasing after him, Xiao Mo held a grown man in his arms, and spun and moved among the bushes, he was not defeated by others, and even gradually had the intention of throwing him away.

The person in the embrace seemed to have not recovered from the scene of the fire just now, Qing Juan's face lost the indifference of the past, instead he was a little dazed, unresponsive, looking... pitiful and cute.

While running, Xiao Mo unconsciously lowered his head for a glance, and then restrainedly looked away.

After a long time, the person in his arms struggled, "Let me down."

Xiao Mo didn't let go, on the contrary, the arms around the flexible waist tightened again.

The man seemed to sigh, "If you are like this, none of us can escape."

The pursuers behind them had already been thrown away by some distance, but neither of them felt relieved.

so easy……

It was too easy to shake off.

They must have a backup.

The young man pushed him again, "Let's go separately, the chance of getting away is higher."

It seemed that he was afraid that Xiao Mo would not believe him, so he immediately analyzed the terrain and explained the route, trying to convince this stubborn hidden guard.

His words are indeed very reasonable.

But Xiao Mo didn't answer, his almost predictive intuition told him: If he puts the person down, this person will definitely lead the pursuers away alone.

Xiao Mo finally figured out where the sense of disobedience was: the person in his arms has no will to survive!He is begging to die! !

He remembered that scene again——

Against the backdrop of the fire, the smile on the young man's face was as calm as ever, not only calm, but even somewhat relieved.

The premonition that he was about to lose was so clear and real, Xiao Mo did not respond to the man in his arms's clear analysis of the situation, but just retracted his already tight hands.

It seemed that he was using too much force, and the person in his arms "hissed".

Xiao Mo paused when he stepped on the next branch, almost missing the ground, but he didn't relax because of this.

It seems that as soon as you let go, the person in your arms will disappear.

"Ah Mo," the man couldn't help calling out with a louder voice, "Did you hear what I said?"

After a long silence, Xiao Mo said in a deep voice: "Today is the day, this subordinate will go to the execution hall to receive his punishment."

The implication of this is: I heard it, but I won't do it.

The young man who had been forcibly held in his arms all the way seemed to be choked and speechless.

In all fairness, the young man is not a harsh master, and he has all the means and strategies to control him. Although he is young, he manages such a large Xiao family obediently.But those who are close to him will know that young people don't like the idea of ​​distinguishing between superiority and inferiority. This is even more evident in his closest relative, the guard who almost grew up with her.

The hidden guard should be a knife in the master's hand, or a shield to block injuries, but he is not like this.

He almost regarded him as a brother...a brother who was just like Xiao Qingyun.

Even with this special encounter, Xiao Mo still sticks to that clear line between master and servant.

Gein, what he wanted... was never a brother...

If he hadn't insisted on this point, he might have lost himself in the day-to-day favors and special encounters, giving birth to delusions that he shouldn't have.

The young man seemed helpless, "If you are like this, we are going to die here today."

Xiao Mo's jaw muscles tightened, and at that moment, he felt some despicable joy: Since life cannot sleep together, then death...

Xiao Mo quickly suppressed this thought.

——No, no...he won't let him have an accident...

In the end, Xiao Mo just kept silent and went a little faster.

The person being hugged seemed helpless with his stubbornness, and finally compromised, no longer trying to persuade him.

"At least... put me down first." The man's tone was even a bit begging and negotiating.

He knew that he couldn't stand him showing weakness, but this time, this tactic was useless, Xiao Mo still silently resisted.

The sound of arrows behind him was approaching, and there was also faint movement in front, as if there was an ambush.

In such a situation, the young man relaxed, and he was even in the mood to joke.

"Do you know what you look like now?...Like a bully snatching a marriage."

But the speaker had no intention, this ridicule almost caused Xiao Mo to fall from the tree.

A stray arrow passed by his side, and he narrowly avoided it.The whole person became stiff, and when he moved forward, although the speed did not decrease, his movements were far from smooth and freehand.

The young man in his arms didn't seem to expect that he would have such a big reaction to just this one sentence.

He hesitated: "You..."

Xiao Mo's breathing was suffocating——

Found out?

he thinks.

Xiao Mo also knew that he could easily deal with it.

— It’s not because he’s so good at words.

Clever words make the sky bright, and the tongue shines like a lotus flower...

These are useless in front of the young man, he can always see the truth and hypocrisy at a glance.

But he has a completely different attitude towards those he trusts - he treats each other with sincerity, without any precautions.

And he happened to be... classified as one of the few by the other party...

Xiao Mo knew clearly that no matter how clumsy the excuse, the other party would believe it.

Even... even if he doesn't say a word, that person will spontaneously excuse him... and keep the relationship between the two of them as it is.

but……

He doesn't want to!No more hiding and hiding!

Since everyone else can... since that man can...

Then, why can't it be him?

The speed of galloping forward slowed down, but Xiao Mo didn't let go of the person in his arms, but at this speed, it was enough for him to concentrate.

He leaned over slowly...

On the corner of the man's lips, she gently dropped a kiss.

Then he quickly raised his head, not daring to look again.

……

How will he react?Disgusting, loathing, wanting to kill him?

he thinks--

The latter seems to be fine too.

To die at his hands seems to be an excellent ending for him...

The empty door in front of him was wide open, revealing the softest belly like a beast vine.