brown sugar eggs

Zhao Wenxiao woke up from the cold in the middle of the night. He opened his eyes and found that the window was open, and the wind blowing in made his drowsiness fade away a lot.

Did you close the window before going to bed?

Zhao Wenxiao woke up and couldn't fall asleep immediately. He got up and poured water to drink, but the mouth of the water bottle in his hand was not aligned with the cup, and the boiling water splashed on the table and almost scalded him.

He didn't want to drink any more water, so Zhao Wenxiao put the stopper on the water bottle with a dark face, and threw it on the table at will, before he went to the bathroom.

There is only one on the second floor, not the toilet he used in the county seat, but a squatting toilet. He is not used to it, and has been constipated almost every day since returning to the village.

He has forgotten that the condition of the hut was even worse when he was a child.

Zhao Wenxiao came out of the toilet and passed by Liang Baiyu's room. He was only focused on meeting his physical needs just now and didn't realize that the door was closed. Only now did he see it.

Thinking of the people sleeping inside, Zhao Wenxiao's throat felt a little dry and itchy. He gently pushed open the door and entered, and approached the big mahogany bed with a faint halo of light streaming in from the door.

The quilt was collapsed.It didn't look like there was someone lying there.

Zhao Wenxiao lifted the quilt to make sure, he turned around and walked out the door, his body suddenly stopped, and then he turned his head and looked around the furniture in the room.

It seems something is missing.

Zhao Wenxiao shook off this feeling without finding anything missing, and turned on the lights all the way: "Baiyu?"

There were only his footsteps and shouts on the second floor.

Zhao Wenxiao went downstairs. He searched all the houses, but still couldn't find Liang Baiyu.

There is only one possibility, Liang Baiyu went out.

When did you go out?

Where have you been?

Zhao Wenxiao put on a coat over his pajamas, changed his shoes, turned on his flashlight and ran out of the yard, braving the wind and snow to find someone.

When everything is silent, there seems to be a sound when the flying snowflakes fall to the ground.

Zhao Wenxiao's flashlight only scanned the corners and corners, and those who didn't know it thought his cat had escaped.After he searched for it for not long, a man ran out from the bamboo forest behind Liu's house.

It's Yang Changxin.

He stumbled, his steps were messy, and the reflection of the snow vaguely showed that he was panicking, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

"Ah!" Yang Changxin bumped into Zhao Wenxiao unexpectedly, and yelled in fright and sat down on the ground.

Omega's appearance and pheromones were not right, Zhao Wenxiao turned a blind eye and asked, "Did you see him?"

Yang Changxin knew who Zhao Wenxiao was asking, and his expression changed instantly.

Ten minutes ago, Yang Changxin had just finished a round of death and life. He heard his father screaming unexpectedly. He rushed in and saw a figure jumping from the window, and he disappeared soon.

He let the mad dog chase him, but the mad dog didn't care.

And his father who was lying on the bed didn't know what was wrong, he was crazy, and kept shouting "Ghost... There are ghosts... There are ghosts...".

Before Yang Changxin had time to think, he faced a scene that broke his mind and mind.

His father is suddenly in heat!

The middle-aged Omega's glands have shrunk a long time ago, and they are still in heat!

Yang Changxin was caught off guard, and his mind was blank. He watched his father writhing on the bed, the wound on his stomach split open, and the bandage was stained red.

The pheromone of the middle-aged omega has a weird sweetness, and the mad dog is affected.

then……

Yang Changxin retched. At the moment he couldn't help but want to join in, he bit his tongue hard, and with his mouth full of blood, he instinctively struggled and ran out.

I can't control it anymore.

He can only save himself, not his father.

too messy.

Yang Changxin shivered and scratched at the hot glands. After he ran out of the house, he confirmed the identity of the figure.

It was Liang Baiyu, that person!

It turned out that Yang Changxin was comforting his father. The widow Zhou who knew about it must have not revealed anything to Liang Baiyu before she died, otherwise the other party would not have done nothing.Only tonight did he realize how wrong he was.

Even if Widow Zhou didn't say it out loud, Liang Baiyu suspected Yang's family through her murder.

Liang Baiyu wanted to test his father and find out everything.

Last night, when he was on his way back to the village, Liang Baiyu didn't move, and he didn't act until he came back.

His father's estrus must have been drugged by Liang Baiyu, there is no other possibility.

If he hadn't resisted his own induced physiological gate without even thinking about it, there would have been a livestock melee in his family.

When he regained consciousness, what he saw was his father's body lying between him and the mad dog.

"vomit--"

Yang Changxin spat out a puddle of food. He wiped off the sour and smelly mucus hanging from his mouth, weeping and cursing incoherently: "On purpose...Liang Baiyu took revenge on my dad...to revenge on my family...he scared my dad...will be struck by lightning... ...go to hell..."

Zhao Wenxiao grabbed Yang Changxin: "He went to your house?"

Yang Changxin started to vomit again.

Zhao Wenxiao immediately threw Yang Changxin back into the snow, and he backed away in disgust to keep the distance away, so as not to let the vomit splash on him.

Yang Changxin vomited violently, cursing Liang Baiyu in the sound of vomiting.

Zhao Wenxiao switched the flashlight from his right hand to his left. He lit a cigarette and took a puff. Liang Baiyu stayed up all night and went to Yang's house to do this. It is not difficult to deduce the motive.

In all likelihood, it has something to do with his parents.

Zhao Wenxiao's brows relaxed, as long as Liang Baiyu didn't remember that incident in his childhood.

He doesn't care about anything else.

Yang Changxin vomited on the ground suddenly stopped, he felt the breath of a mad dog, and tremblingly crawled towards Zhao Wenxiao: "You promised to help me, help me kill him quickly, hurry up!"

Zhao Wenxiao didn't respond.

Yang Changxin's voice was thin and sharp, nails dug into his trousers: "You can't leave me alone, I was killed by Liang Baiyu, please help me..."

Zhao Wenxiao kicked him away.

A short and terrifying scream came from behind, and then fell silent.

There was a fishy smell in the wind, and the snow on the ground dragged a bloodstain.

Zhao Wenxiao didn't find Liang Baiyu in the village, so he went to the Broken Bridge, and there was nothing. His pajamas under his overcoat were wet with sweat, and his trouser legs were sunken in the snow.

"Oh shit."

Zhao Wenxiao cursed something else as if there was nothing there. He glanced at the blurred outline of the deep mountain, and entered the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

At some point in the morning, Zhao Wenxiao searched hard in the silver-white mountains, and finally he found a deep patch of snow, as if someone was lying there, so he walked there quickly.

"White……"

Zhao Wenxiao's last word stopped in his throat.

There was indeed a person lying face down in the sunken snow.

Wearing a purple embroidered slim-fit cheongsam, her long hair was tied into a ponytail with a silk scarf of the same color.

Zhao Wenxiao unconsciously read a name: "Aunt Liang..."

No.

"Bai Yu."

Zhao Wenxiao stared at the man's not round and plump figure, and repeated to himself with a firm tone, "It's Baiyu."

"Baiyu!" Zhao Wenxiao rushed over. He knelt down and grabbed Liang Baiyu's shoulders, anxiously hugging him, "How are you?"

Snowflakes fluttered on Liang Baiyu's eyelashes.

Zhao Wenxiao wiped the snow off Liang Baiyu's face with the sleeve of his coat, thinking that he was going to the Yang family in this suit.

A living person who resembles a dead person pretends to be a dead person to scare other living people.

Zhao Wenxiao was very annoyed. He could now be sure that Liang Baiyu came back because of his parents.

Everyone is dead, what else to check.

"Bai Yu, why did you come here?" Zhao Wenxiao didn't show his emotions, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, touching this and that, "You're still dressed like this."

Liang Baiyu pushed him away and lay down in the snow pit again.

When the fire Zhao Wenxiao suppressed was about to erupt, he noticed Liang Baiyu's complexion, and dropped the flashlight uncontrollably.

The young man's face was lifeless.

like a dead body.

It is not clear whether he targeted Yang Dayong based on the information given by Widow Zhou, or something else. The truth he got was a big blow to him. He was crushed, tired, and didn't want to live anymore.

Zhao Wenxiao didn't want to ask the reason at all, he just wanted Liang Baiyu to live, follow the route he planned in his future life, and stay in the position he arranged.

"Where's the medicine?" Zhao Wenxiao changed from squatting to kneeling on one knee, groping for the young man's body, "Did you bring the medicine with you?"

This is redundant.

The cheongsam is close to the curve of the body and has no pockets, so it can hold anything.

"Baiyu, Baiyu, Baiyu..." Zhao Wenxiao hugged Liang Baiyu, his pupils shrank.

There are two portraits placed under Liang Baiyu's body.

Now Zhao Wenxiao finally understood what he thought was missing from Liang Baiyu's room.

The portraits have been brought out, and I really don't want to go back.

Zhao Wenxiao stuck his lips to Liang Baiyu's snow-stained hair, and kept kissing. There was obvious panic in his voice, and he begged a little helplessly: "Let's go home, first."

Liang Baiyu turned his head to the side, not knowing what he was looking at.

Zhao Wenxiao's gaze followed Liang Baiyu unconsciously, and a strange thought suddenly flashed in his heart, is this the place from back then?

Many years have passed, and the surrounding trees on the ground are covered with snow, a vast expanse of whiteness, and the mud pits are gone...

Zhao Wenxiao held his breath, looked at the man in his arms calmly, saw that there was nothing unusual about him other than the ashes all over his body, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

How could Liang Baiyu remember it for sure?

Liang Baiyu can't remember, he just forgot.

As soon as Zhao Wenxiao felt grateful, he heard a chuckle next to his ear, "Does this look familiar?"

These words made Zhao Wenxiao's whole body stiff. He slowly lowered his head and met the young man's eyes, his scalp was tingling and his heart was numb.

The next moment, Zhao Wenxiao looked around again, and a scene of the past unfolded in his mind.

Shocked, crying, begging for mercy, her dark and immature body smeared with herbs...

The soaring yellow water column... the earthy smell of muddy water...

Zhao Wenxiao violently pushed the person in his arms away, and moved back a lot with both hands and feet.He was like this, as if his heart had been grabbed by the ghost in his heart.

It was very quiet in the mountains because no one spoke.

Also very noisy.

Because Zhao Wenxiao's breathing was too loud and heavy.

He grabbed the flashlight and got up, pointing the light at Liang Baiyu who was lying back in the snow pit.

Without the will to survive, I still want to disgust him before I die.

Sadly, he realizes that his anger isn't all that strong, and more that he's afraid of this man's death.

Liang Baiyu in the snow pit suddenly opened his eyes, with his pale lips raised, he looked up at him with those affectionate eyes that he liked, and his eyes were full of pity that could see through what he was thinking at the moment.

That sentence and this look made everything he had during this time a joke.

When Zhao Wenxiao thought that he believed this person's promise and fell out with his family, and was beaten to the point where his back was hurt, his handsome facial features began to distort.

It turned out that the play was opened and directed by Liang Baiyu, from the time he entered the play to seeing the red silk at the curtain call, it was all decided by the other party.

Zhao Wenxiao's self-esteem was greatly insulted from a protagonist who was successful in his career, proud and proud of controlling everything, to a supporting role. He squeezed out two cold words from between his clenched teeth: "Bitch."

The Yang family has dealt with it, it's over, it's his turn.

He shouldn't have come.

As long as he didn't come, he would only see Liang Baiyu's body and would not know anything else.

"If you don't come, I'll go find you." Liang Baiyu in the snow pit laughed, "I can still hold on, I have to see you anyway, because you remind me of the past time and time again to help me deepen my memory For sake."

Zhao Wenxiao grabbed him and roared with a ferocious face: "I just made a mistake when I was young and ignorant. You will have to play with me ten or twenty years later?"

"Because you're annoying." Liang Baiyu said calmly.

Zhao Wenxiao was stunned for a while, his face was extremely terrifying, as if he wanted to eat him alive: "You crazy."

Liang Baiyu coughed with a smile, blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, dripped down his trembling chin, and the cheongsam was stained with red plums.

"How fucking good have I been to you, I almost made you my ancestor!" Zhao Wenxiao approached Liang Baiyu's blood-stained lips, and was kicked away by him.

Zhao Wenxiao far underestimated Liang Baiyu's skill and strength. His stomach hurt so badly that he broke out in a cold sweat.A few moments later, Zhao Wenxiao took off his coat, threw the flashlight, and rushed forward with a full face.

The two fought against each other in the snow.

Not long after, Liang Baiyu collapsed. His chin and front were covered with blood. Zhao Wenxiao violently tore his hair.

"Bitch, I shouldn't be nice to you." Zhao Wenxiao broke Liang Baiyu's leg with one hand and pulled his own belt with the other.

boom.

Something hit the back of Zhao Wenxiao's head with such great force that he became dizzy for a few seconds before being kicked aside with a frightening force.

Liang Baiyu's consciousness was blurred, his eyelids blinked slowly, and a tall figure appeared in his vision.

"It's a Bodhisattva..."

Chen Suone swung the iron rod at Zhao Wenxiao who was about to get up.

At that moment, Zhao Wenxiao's high-level pheromone rushed towards Chen Suone with an aggressive direction.

Chen Song froze in swinging the iron rod, his white fingertips trembled, and sweat oozed from his back muscles like a cold front.

"You bastard, watch out." Zhao Wenxiao held the back of his bleeding head, stepped the red flashlight that hit him into the snow, and pressed Liang Baiyu in front of Chen Suone.

Chen Suone arched his back in pain, blue veins popped out of his neck wildly, and there was a non-human wheezing in his throat.

There was a crisp sound of the belt buckle being undone from the snow pit.

Liang Baiyu didn't make any sound.

Just before Zhao Wenxiao pressed Liang Baiyu to charge forward, a scorched smell pierced into his brain like the hot air from the mouth of a man-eating beast, bringing him an overwhelming pressure.

He is a high-level Alpha, who has always been a crushing existence, but now he is unable to fight back.

Unless what he encountered was... the top.

impossible!

The top Alphas have all been taken away by the country, they won't be ordinary soldiers.

Zhao Wenxiao's breathing was disordered and his head was covered with sweat. He struggled to use pheromones to build a protective wall, and then fell apart into powder in an instant.

A bloody smell stirred him from behind, and the scorched smell turned into sharp knives and opened holes in his spiritual world. He turned his head and looked up.

Chen Song looked down at him, as if he was watching an ant that broke into his territory.

The air in Zhao Wenxiao's heart was sucked out, and he felt the threat of suffocation. Before he could run, his left leg was broken by an iron rod.

The crescent moon is covered by dark clouds, the snow in the mountains and forests flutters in the wind, how beautiful it is, and the sound of iron rods hitting the flesh one after another is terrifying.

Chen Suone's condition was not right, his eyes were all red, and his expression was cruel and crazy.

Zhao Wenxiao was lying motionless on the ground. Chen Song dropped the iron rod, and the pheromones in his body were rampant and out of balance. The barrier buckle on his left ear had long since lost its effect. The veins on his body were swollen to the point of bursting.

The out-of-control Alpha picked up the iron rod and threw it on his head.

Seeing this, Liang Baiyu immediately stood up and leaned against the snow on his knees, approaching Chen Suone, grabbed the hem of his military coat with bloody hands, and shook it coquettishly: "Chen Su..."

Chen Su froze in the self-mutilation, but his gaze couldn't focus on Liang Baiyu's face.

He was unconscious, his breath was hot, his face was covered with blood, and his appearance was horrifying.

Liang Baiyu smiled at Chen Suone.

In the next second, a shadow fell in front of his eyes, and a big hand grabbed his waist to make him raise his upper body and raise his head. The silk scarf tied around his hair fell apart, and the strands of hair ran out and swayed seductively.

Chen Suone lowered his head, rubbed the sweaty tip of his nose against the young man's cheeks and earlobes, breathed and licked his fair and beautiful neck.

mine……

mine……

Chen Suone bit a piece of skin on the back of Liang Baiyu's neck, and pierced it with his sharp canine teeth.

"Grumpy"

Alpha bit the gland that didn't exist at all, rolling his throat and swallowing mouthfuls of blood.

Not satisfied, but it seems to be satisfied.

Liang Baiyu stroked the messy hair on the back of his head, pressed his lips against his ear, and said weakly, "Enough biting, take me home, and boil brown sugar eggs for me."