love trouble

Peeking in from the hem of his clothes, Qiang Huai shuddered, and frightenedly stopped that/hand movement/movement.

"Don't you think it's dirty?" Qiong Huai made a sad self-deprecating smile, "I know the taste of an ugly and old dead man, Xuan Jun, your taste has become heavier."

"Qingqing, you always like to annoy me."

As Xuan Jun said so, her hands and feet were nimble, and she took off and removed the silk in twos and twos.

Huai Huai's rosy skin immediately faded to bluish white.

"Compared to being sullen, I like you who are eloquent."

"Let go of me, Xuanjun!"

In order to prevent the man from continuing to be angry with him, Xuan Jun leaned over and directly blocked his mouth.

This kind of strong urge/movement, he only had it with Qiong Huai.

Even with Yang Biesi, Naiyu Yang Biesi is sensitive and delicate, as soft/weak as a flower grown in a greenhouse, he has always controlled himself and dare not use/force.

Huaiqiong is different.

He seldom yells for pain, at most he hums a few times, and most of the time he doesn't cry or make trouble, and accepts his bad tastes patiently.Xuan Jun likes to see Qiong Huai's expression of helplessness and connivance the most because she loves him.

People can't help but destroy it.

"Qingqing, what should I do so that you won't think about running away from me."

"Let me go...or let me die."

He understood that he owed himself a settlement.

"Okay, I'll let you die."

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"Xuanjun, stop!" Qiong Huai glanced at his rotting corpse and the lonely tombstones from the corner of his eye. The culprit had no idea that this was a blasphemy against the gods, "Don't be here..."

As soon as he was in a hurry, his blood rushed to his heart, and when he opened his mouth, he was filled with black and red blood, scrambling to slide down his chin.

"Kill me...kill me..."

Tears flowed out uncontrollably, Qiang Huai bit his lip, his brows were wrinkled, and he tried his best to swallow back the blood gushing out.

If there is an afterlife...don't love anyone easily.

Don't just deliver your sincerity casually.

Don't listen to a few words of love and believe in a lifetime.

Don't... meet Xuan Jun.

The sound of breathing in her ears gradually weakened, and Xuan Jun finally thought of someone.Looking down, Qiong Huai's face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed to have passed out.

He stretched out his hand to cover Qiong Huai's forehead, it was hot and hot.

"cough……"

The comatose person let out a dry cough in extreme discomfort, and the red and purple blood seemed to be released, and spit out from his mouth uncontrollably.Immediately soiled clothes, soaked in poor soil, moistened weeds.His eyes were stabbed red, leaving him thrilling.

"Even if you die, you must get my permission. Qingqing, you are mine."

He picked up the blood-colored crocodile to wrap Qiong Huai, and then carefully hugged him, the gloomy light reflected a tenderness that even he hadn't noticed.

There is a small village not far from the mass graves.

As the sun sets, smoke rises from the kitchen.

Although it is a remote mountain village, fortunately, there is a famous old military doctor with superb medical skills living here.Xuan Jun resolutely kicked open the door of the hospital. The old military doctor had seen many big scenes, but he was still overwhelmed by his grandeur.

"save him."

If it wasn't driven by his piercing eyes, the old military doctor almost didn't notice that he was holding someone in his arms.

It must be someone very important to him.

Otherwise, the expression would not be scary and ugly to the extreme.

The author has something to say: In this section, I will confess to you Xuanjun

(Abridged version...otherwise it won't be released)

No.20 Seven Sections

Qiong Huai fell into a heavy and lengthy dream.

He was floating in the darkness, his hands outstretched, flailing his teeth and claws in the air, trying to catch something.

"Qingqing."

Someone hugged him tightly, lifted his broken hair, gently touched the centipede-like scar, and kissed and kissed heartily.

It made him itchy, but he didn't dare to push it away.

"stop looking……"

Ugly.

The man hugged him even tighter, "I'm afraid I won't be able to find you in the future, and I won't have a chance to watch it."

He is lying to you, don't believe him, Qiang Huai repeatedly emphasized in his heart.

If he had heard this sentence before, he would have been ecstatic and sleepless nights.

just now……

He was afraid.

"Xuanjun... let me go, okay?"

The gentle and considerate Xuan Jun changed instantly, and he slapped Qiong Huai angrily.

The red palm prints appeared on the left side of his fair face, very conspicuous.

"No."

Is there anyone who can help him and rescue him from the whirlpool of pain.

Huai Qiong curled up into a ball and stopped talking.

"Qingqing, will you not leave me as long as I say I like you?"

"Qingqing, what exactly do you want?"

what do you want?

All he wanted was a heart.

Even if he is given a little bit of space, he will be satisfied.

But Xuanjun couldn't give him this.

Xuan Jun suddenly stepped back, and gradually, he merged with the darkness.Just when Qianghuai was about to follow, his feet were empty, and he fell quickly.The heart was out of place, beating desperately unable to bear the load.

"Xuanjun!"

He suddenly yelled, and what came into view was the neat and clean bed curtain, followed by a pot of glowing red cinnabar roots, and a table of dying red beads.

"Oh, ancestor, you finally woke up."

The uncle in bunt came in after hearing the sound, with a "saved" expression on his face.

"..." Just as Qiong Huai opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't speak, and couldn't even use the strength to stand up.His whole body was in great pain, as if he had been crushed by a boulder. He couldn't breathe out the pain, but panted with difficulty, and lay on the bed after a while, looking at the uncle suspiciously.

"My name is Zhou Hao, you can just call me Uncle Hao." Zhou Hao introduced himself to him, went out, came in with a bowl of medicine in his hand, and helped him up.Huai's gaze, like a deep lake, stopped on the medicine, and Zhou Hao explained again: "Little brother, you must be a cultivator, right? I have checked your pulse, and you have suffered serious internal injuries. I see that you are suffering from depression. Chengjie is mostly caused by mood swings. Usually, you should worry less and get angry, otherwise vomiting blood will be a common occurrence. Our half-assed medical skills can't help you. You were almost going to see the king of hell, thanks to the brother outside the door who helped you recuperate your luck. I finally brought you back from the gate of hell."

outside the door?brother?

"Come here, drink the medicine first. Although it is not very useful, at least it can wait for you to feel better." Zhou Hao is straightforward and upright, and it is rare for him to be able to observe outsiders, so he can't avoid the problem of nagging. I have never seen a cultivator before, and I have only heard it from others, and they all have outstanding temperament, astonishing. But my child, although cultivating immortals and Taoism is a personal choice, but the body is very important, don't be exhausted..."

The crocodile silk was hanging on the bed, so dirty that the original color could not be seen, as if it had rolled on the muddy floor dozens of times.Huaiqiong leaned against the bed rail weakly, with his head slightly tilted, listening to Zhou Hao's speech absently.The body has long been put on clean cloth, and the soft black silk hangs down on the shoulders and spreads out.After several tosses, he lost a lot of weight, looking lonely and pitiful.

Someone came in, Zhou Hao heard the sound, shut his mouth hastily, put down the medicine bowl wisely and went out.Huaiqiong raised his eyes, seeing that the man was about to walk to the bed, but he didn't even have the strength to turn over, and waited helplessly for him to get closer and closer.

His lips turned white from the pain, but he stared at the person in front of him for a moment, looking at the tenderness of his life.

After recovering her memory, Xuan Jun regained some of her former spirit.

Still uncontrollable, he was fascinated and desperate.

Huai Qiong couldn't help but slowly twitched the corners of his lips, revealing a stiff smile.

If it's a mistake, he can't turn back, unless he dies, otherwise... he can only go on.

His obsession will be completely broken.

"Qingqing, does it still hurt?" Xuan Jun pulled up the quilt for him, "You know I don't care about the severity when I'm angry, you... I won't do this kind of thing again next time."

"How long have I been sleeping?" Qiong Huai let him manipulate him without moving, his throat was dry and hot, it must have been a short sleep, and he was still a little drowsy when he woke up.

"Three days."

"What...what." He frowned, and after a long time, he said, "Where's Yang Biesi?"

"I asked him to go to Xingluo first." Xuan Jun picked up the bowl on the table, the soup was half cold, and passed the spoon to Qiong Huai's lips, "Come on, drink the medicine first."

Qiong Huai naturally wouldn't go against his will, and obediently swallowed the black, bitter medicine.

Although the medicine was bitter, it had the effect of moistening the throat anyway, and the bowl quickly drained.Huaiqiong felt that his chest was much smoother, but he didn't know if it was because the medicine was really effective, or because the person who fed the medicine was Xuanjun.

"He went to find Xing Luo alone?"

Xuan Jun gave an indifferent "hmm".

"The Heavenly Emperor's people will find out here soon, you should leave quickly."

"Qingqing, don't move around."

Xuan Jun put down the bowl, held his hand, and passed some spiritual power over.But his body is really worn out, how much is passed on to him is gone, and it can't be replenished.

"Xuanjun, stop..." Qiong Huai wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tightly by Xuanjun, "Don't waste time and energy."

Xuan Jun's eyes darkened, she did not allow him to refuse and said: "You don't want to leave me!"

Xuanjun refused to let him go, and he had no way to escape, so he could only wait for Xuanjun to get tired of playing again and throw him away like last time.

With the experience of last time, he is ready to be given up anytime, anywhere this time.

Seeing that he was no longer arguing about dying or living, Xuan Jun couldn't help being happy, even her tone of voice could hear a little joy, "Qingqing, I swear that from now on I won't make you sad again."

The author has something to say: In this section, I will give you a confession

No.20 Eight Sections

After Huaiqiong woke up, he was always groggy. He lay listlessly on the bed, counting the red fruits with cinnabar roots in the pot by the window intently.

One...two...three...

It won't last for a few days, his soul is due to