How a sick heartthrob can refuse love [Quick Transmigration]

If Mo Chong was asked to find words to describe You Nu, he might feel very embarrassed because of lack of words.

This furnace that the master brought back from the small world is like a pile of remnant snow on a distant mountain top, floating or sinking in the cold and violent cold wind, suddenly far and near.When You Nu was standing in front of him, Mo Chong felt that he was far away from him, and that was where he would not be able to reach even ten thousand snow-capped mountains; but when You Nu was not within sight, His erratic images are like dream bubbles, and from time to time, they experience a cycle of reappearance, disintegration and reappearance in Mo Chong's mind.

The monks of Yan Yunzong treat You Nu like a canary who knows they can’t be imprisoned and can’t get it. Only by belittling him in terms of title and despising him in words can they have a little bit of themselves Also had an illusion.So he is a slave and will always be a slave.

He? Can't go up, can't be loved by a single person, can't accept anyone's madness, can only live like a symbol forever, as a symbol of beauty and desire, like a collection of gods and slaves The body is generally alive.

He is the hometown of the soul, the birthplace of desire, the flame of love, and everything that can be touched but cannot be reached.It is the reality in the phantom, the falsehood in the reality, the unreasonable and inexplicable joy, the pain of tossing and turning, the god who wears the skin of a slave and tramples on mortals...

Mo Chong recalled You Nu's light smile with his face down, and felt a kind of suffocating joy that his mind was gripped.That drooping neck is so supple and beautiful, so I want to rush up, lick it, and taste the sweetness of slavery and the nobility of God.Is it the intoxication of the wine, or the bloody smell of the knife point?

Mo Chong flipped through one book after another of the Dual Cultivation Cultivation Techniques, and looked at one posture after another. Gradually, the portrait of the villain on it changed completely.The one lying in his arms was You Nu, and the one sleeping under him was You Nu, her powerless and trembling hand rested softly on his shoulder, and her crimson lips also tremblingly begged to leave.

He? Said no more.

No more.

But that is not allowed.

I am his master, am I not?

I am the master of Younu.A slave and a master are a pair made for each other, and no one can separate them.

Wrap my slave with the thinnest gauze, moisten his soft lips with the dew before dawn, and never let my slave fall to the ground. Everywhere he goes, he must rely on my arms.

Lie quietly in my arms, and occasionally you can whimper, bit your lower lip, wet your eyes, pant lightly, pant...

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After receiving a bunch of double cultivation cheats from Mo Chong, Pianyou dismissed him with a few words, and went back into the house to look after Qiu Yuliang.

A Liang didn't wake up, and Pian You wondered if he had guessed wrong.A few days ago, I discovered that my blood could heal wounds. Seeing that Ah Liang was so seriously injured, I couldn't resist feeding him my blood.Could it be that his own blood is only effective for plants?

Touching Qiu Yuliang's forehead, he didn't have a fever, and his complexion was fine.The flesh and blood of the Pure Spirit Eucharist is full of spiritual power, so it shouldn't be harmful, maybe it just needs time to absorb it.

Pianyou took out the cherry wine brewed a few days ago from the shelf, filtered out the cherry flesh and poured himself a glass.The red light of the wine was swaying, and compared with the blood, it was a little more transparent.

Pianyou took a sip, the sweet taste poured into her body, and some hazy mist formed in her eyes.He blinked, and a tear suddenly fell down.

It was so delicious.

Pianyou turned his head and looked out of the window, where the branches and leaves were luxuriant, and the place farther away was also green and verdant, a scene full of vitality.

Summer is here.

Summer is here, so will autumn, winter, and spring.

The four seasons will rotate, and the years are also flying, leaning on your elbows, looking at a small dragonfly with yellow and black patterns outside the window.

It wasn't until the dragonfly flew away that he lost sight of it, and then withdrew his almost frozen gaze.

After washing the wine cup, Pianyou boiled water to take a bath.

Water vapor came up, and the whole bathroom was covered with mist. In this layer of obscurity, Pianyou put his hands on the bathtub, looked up at the beams of the house slightly, but couldn't see clearly.

He had no choice but to put his hand into the tub and let his whole body fall down.When he squatted down to the bottom of the bucket, he hugged his legs and looked up again. Through the air bubbles and fluctuating water, he still couldn't see clearly.

In this world, Pianyou read a book devoted to Western literature, which mentioned the symbolic meaning of water in Western literature.John the Baptist came into this world one step ahead of Jesus, and made the way for the great cause of the Son.Since then, the water used for baptism has the symbolic meaning of washing away sins.Many literary works use this imagery to restore the pure state of the soul of the protagonist or main supporting character.

If a person who has fallen in thought or committed a sin is washed in water, then their soul can be restored to its original pure state.The water returns their souls and takes away their bodies.However, in the world after death, have those drowned people really been freed?Or have the anguish and worries in their lives really disappeared?

Pianyou emerged from the water, coughed twice, noncommittal to this question.

Stepping out of the tub, water drops slowly slipped off his body. He fetched a bath towel and wiped himself clean bit by bit.While stroking the hair, watching the black hair that reached to the waist dry in strands, I felt a little satisfaction in my heart?Pianyou put on the gown, letting her half-dry long hair hang down her back.Slowly walked to the table, sat down and put all the research materials on it.

He opened one book after another of double courses, noting the similarities and differences among them.The rules in it have some similarities with the previous martial arts cheats.Pianyou has seen a few books on absorbing other people's internal energy and using them for his own use, such as "Beiming Shengong" and "Star Absorbing Dafa". If you combine the secrets of this world and study them, maybe you can really make a furnace The tripod reverses the method of mining.It's just that this is not the way after all, and the exercises themselves can be considered? The last time I was hurt.

But if the condition of the furnace is not set, it is just an ordinary evil nature harvesting and tonic method, which may deepen the oppression of the world on the furnace.There is no perfect law in the world...

Forget it, why not study two chapters.The first chapter is the furnace back mining, and the second chapter is serious practice.After passing the stage of the first chapter and gaining a certain amount of self-protection, then enter the normal mode.

Still have to? Let's see how to cover up the fact that the monk's spiritual power does not increase but decreases, so that everything will be strangled before it can be implemented.Maybe the "expansion technique" in a certain world can help, it inflates like a balloon inexplicably, but when it reaches a certain level, it will explode.

It's a sin, a sin.

This kind of secret book is really evil. The world may need it for a while, but when everything settles down, it will be time for the secret book to be destroyed.Fulfill its mission, and be ashes in the dust with glory.

Planting an evil seed may destroy many? Innocent monks.Whose life is more important?

Pianyou caressed the rough paper of the book, thinking of the old fallen tree.My thoughts fluttered, and I recalled the tall pillars in the dark cave, the sticky carrion, rotten pulp and flies...

It's not a matter of importance, he thought.

Right or wrong, he has made a choice.

The author has something to say: When the code reached the star-absorbing Dafa, I couldn't help laughing hahahaha