Thriller Night Talk

Beiquan spoke softly, and deliberately added the accent on the word "many", Wei Fuyuan shuddered inexplicably, and a chill went straight from the tailbone to the brain.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the lighting was entirely dependent on the street lights coming in from the window.

In the dim light, Beiquan sat sideways on the edge of the bed, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, it was difficult to see his expression clearly.

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He knew that Bei Quan was deliberately scaring him, and he didn't want to do what the other party wanted, but he still felt the creeps honestly.

As a modern person from a society ruled by law, not to mention killing people, even strangling a cat and kicking a dog to death is already cruel to Wei Fuyuan.But now Beiquan actually told him that he had killed people, and killed many people.

In the darkness, Beiquan's maroon pupils glowed brightly, almost like the eyes of a feline beast.

Wei Fuyuan couldn't help shivering again under Beiquan's stare.

He subconsciously reached out and hugged his arm, "Why...why did you kill someone?"

"It was the end of the Yuan Dynasty."

Beiquan curled his lips into a smile:

"It's a troubled time, what else is impossible?"

When the word "troubled times" was mentioned, Wei Fuyuan couldn't help but think of the Xuanmen Village that he and Beiquan had visited some time ago.

In that fragmented space, he once empathized with the young master who sank in the barren well, and saw with the other's eyes how he was murdered by the villagers for money.

In this era when men, women and children in the whole village can turn around and become thieves, Wei Fuyuan could only see it in film and television works before, so it shocked him a lot at that time.The so-called poor mountains and bad waters, the so-called people living in dire straits, only by seeing them with your own eyes can you understand the heavy meaning behind these words.

"This……"

Wei Fuyuan didn't know why Beiquan killed people in the first place, but no matter whether he was a soldier or a bandit, in the end he killed people because of the compulsion of life.

and……

"I believe you."

After getting along these days, he asked himself to understand Beiquan 650 years later.

Beiquan is definitely not a nosy, generous Madonna, nor will she talk about good things like mercy.But it is not difficult to see from the details of his dealings that he is actually a kind-hearted, soft and delicate person.

Wei Fuyuan had noticed long ago that while dealing with angry ghosts, Beiquan would always try his best to properly deal with those involved.

Even if it was the little boy under the dry well—a resentful spirit that had been dead for many, many years, Beiquan tried his best to resolve his resentment, put away his soul, and handed it over to the temple for offerings. The son burned paper clothes, paper horses and even a complete set of electronic products.

Wei Fuyuan felt that even if a good person like Beiquan killed someone 650 years ago, he must have his own reasons.

"what."

Beiquan couldn't help laughing.

"You believe me?"

He asked back:

"You didn't even know what I did back then, so you believed me?"

Wei Fuyuan pursed his lips: "Then you should tell me."

Beiquan shook his head helplessly: "Unfortunately, even I can't remember clearly."

The past of more than 600 years ago is already blurred, and Bei Quan only vaguely remembers some flash fragments before his death.

Back then he was seriously injured, crawled out from the sea of ​​corpses and blood on the battlefield, endured the severe pain and fled into the forest, but accidentally slipped and fell down the mountain stream...

When he was dying, Beiquan remembered that half of his body was soaked in the icy cold river water, and he let the water flow take away the remaining blood and body temperature in his body. A ray of floating clouds overhead.

The place where Beiquan died was very coincidental. It happened to be a basin where yin and qi accumulated, and there was an ancient battlefield nearby.

Mountain mist blows across the battlefield all the year round, sweeping the resentment of thousands of ghosts off the cliff, and depositing it in the mountain stream with a slow flow that is almost like still water, making this place a natural place for raising corpses.

Beiquan's physical body has not rotted here for many years. After the death of the three souls and seven souls, he was trapped by Yin Qi and could not escape. Later it turned into a ghost cultivator.

It's just that Beiquan's cultivation was still weak at the time, and the place where the corpse was buried was an extremely remote mountain forest in the southwest border, and he, a ghost cultivator, couldn't be too far away from his corpse, so although he didn't know "I don't know a man, no matter Wei and Jin", but before he was imprisoned in this physical body by "spiritualism", he was a ground turtle who rarely saw many people throughout the year.

So when he came back from the corpse and obtained a new body, Bei Quan was very happy when he could live a new life, and he had a vague feeling for the "biological mother" whom he had never even met, let alone hugged him once. Complicated gratitude and indebtedness.

But after all, he is just a lonely ghost of unknown origin, and the mother clan of the "birth mother" is not willing to accept him at all, and suffers from the fact that the spell has been completed and cannot be changed, so he has to be sent to Zhuling Secret Realm as a baby to let him There to fend for itself...

……

Thinking of this, the corners of Beiquan's lips curled slightly, revealing a shallow smile.

Although he has never experienced the affection of his parents in his two lifetimes, but he has a good master, so it is not in vain to live this life.

"Little Wei."

Bei Quan quickly suppressed the smile on his face, turned to look at Wei Fuyuan:

"What you like is just my skin, right?"

"Do not--"

Wei Fuyuan didn't even want to deny it immediately.

But got stuck in the middle of the sentence.

Because he had to admit that the other party's face, figure, and temperament all matched his aesthetics, and he was really greedy for Beiquan's body.

Beiquan hummed softly:

"Then do you know what I look like?"

Wei Fuyuan shook his head:

"do not know……"

Beiquan squinted at him: "Do you want to see it?"

Wei Fuyuan swallowed, and subconsciously blurted out: "What, what do you think?"

He said in his heart that he would not be photographed again, so he could empathize with Beiquan's memory, right?

Beiquan just smiled slightly, then raised his hand to cover Wei Fuyuan's eyes.

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

From Bei Quan's fingers, he vaguely saw that the other party lowered his head, as if he had done something.

Beiquan quickly let go of his hand.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!!"

He couldn't believe what he saw!

Sitting next to him was no longer the fair-skinned, handsome Beiquan he was most familiar with, but a brawny bearded man with a bronze skin and a height of more than 1.9 meters.

This is so exciting!

Wei Fuyuan was stunned, and pointed at the other party: "North North North North Spring?"

"Ah."

The bearded man nodded:

"I used to look like this."

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

To be honest, the strange man sitting next to me was actually very handsome.

But he took a completely rough line, with a square face, wide nose, thick lips, unkempt beard that climbed from the sideburns to the upper lip, and he could go directly to the "Great ○ Dynasty" crew to play the general who conquered the Huns without any makeup at all. kind of.

Not to mention that the other party is still full of tendons, and the long-sleeved black shirt is bulging, especially the chest muscles are swollen to the point that the buttons can be directly blown away when he inhales.

——Who the hell is sleeping with who? ?

Wei Fuyuan beeped crazily in his heart.

Beiquan tilted his head: "How about it, do you still like it?"

——Brother, if you look like this, don’t tilt your head and kill him!

Wei Fuyuan wept blood silently.

He raised his hand and signaled Beiquan not to speak, he wanted to be quiet.

As expected, Beiquan shut his mouth.

Wei Fuyuan was really struggling right now.

To be honest, he doesn't dislike Beiquan's current appearance. On the contrary, as long as he ignores the weed-like beard, he is still a handsome guy.

It's just that he asked himself if he likes the handsome, gentle and jade-like type, and muscular men who seem to be able to punch through walls with one punch are really not within the scope of his defense.

not to mention……

Wei Fuyuan swallowed hard, and began to seriously think about a very serious question.

With this height, this body shape, and this fleshy body, Beiquan must have visually estimated that it weighed more than 180 kilograms. Even if Wei Fuyuan asked himself that his skills were not bad, would he be sure he could hold down the opponent?

--But……

Wei Fuyuan frowned deeply, and fell into more entangled contemplation.

——However, even if he grows like this, he is still Beiquan...

Even with such a face that doesn't suit his taste at all, when Wei Fuyuan was thinking about what to do, what he thought about was not to separate, but how to control such a tall and thick guy.

Although the vast majority of people are visual creatures, Wei Fuyuan also admitted that he had a different view of Beiquan at the beginning because of his exquisite and beautiful skin.

But now, even after knowing that that face and that body did not belong to Beiquan himself, Wei Fuyuan still did not intend to give up.

- Tsk!

Wei Fuyuan clicked his tongue.

——This is the so-called "love"!

Thinking of this, he gritted his back molars hard, and said in his heart that he was going to fight!Anyway, it doesn't look the same when the lights are turned off, as long as it can hold people down!

Wei Fuyuan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Beiquan's shoulder, and pushed hard with all his strength——

"Boom!"

Beiquan fell down in response and lay on his back on the bed.

"Even so, I, I still want you!"

Wei Fuyuan put his hands on the side of the bearded man, and said fiercely:

"Don't think you can escape from me if you look like this! You are mine! Beiquan, you are mine, you know!?"

Beiquan: "..."

He looked at Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth and said harsh words, for some reason, his heart suddenly jumped a few times.

The long-lost throbbing turned into a warm current, spreading from the bottom of his heart to his throat, making Bei Quan, who had always been at ease, feel ashamed and at a loss for what to do.

So he actually blushed.

It's just that the light is very dim now, and he is wearing a bronze-colored black skin, so it's really hard to see it.

- What a... idiot...

Beiquan sighed silently, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of Wei Fuyuan's head.

Then he pulled and pulled hard, pressed the whole person down, raised his head, and kissed the lips of his family's big idiot impartially.

The author has something to say: In view of Beiquan's previous bad record, I think everyone guessed 2333

(That’s right, it was played by Xiaowei’s classmate)