Lanshan Snow

For a long time the Thule wizard said nothing.

It wasn't until Qiu Bodeng called him several times that Thule wizard lowered his head. His silver-grey eyes were indescribably calm and paranoid, flickering frighteningly under the firelight. He almost carved the face of the person in his arms with his eyes: "Alan...you are making me treat you more and more."

"I know." Qiu Bodeng looked at him, very puzzled, "But I am willing."

After speaking, he opened his arms generously.

It means: How much do you want to go too far?It's all for you.

Wizard Thule held him down, and in a steady tone, explained to Qiu Bodeng the most terrifying thoughts in his heart, all of which were twisted to a shocking degree: "You give yourself to me like this, do you know what I will engrave? "

"You know I'll leave you stained all the time, inside and out?"

"It will make you never live without the rug, and you will."

"It will destroy your sanity, your dreams, your consciousness. Make you only remember me, and only want to be with me. Want to erase your memory, prevent you from remembering family, friends... ...your past, present, and future, only me and no one else."

"..."

Wizard Thule spoke faster and faster.

"It's you who's indulging, Arlan. You're the one who's indulging a monster. I'm crazy enough, but you want me to be even crazier." He hugged Qiu Bodeng tightly in his arms, fingertips from the boy The smooth forehead slid down, with a natural coldness, it was like an ancient shaman, using a blade to sever the pure white lamb.

When his fingers rested on his heart, opened and closed suddenly, Qiu Bodeng had an illusion.

——I mistakenly thought that the heart was completely held by him.

No, not an illusion.

The shaman of the primitive tribe has too many unimaginable means, and Qiu Bodeng's heartbeat is given by him now, and he does have certain privileges for his own heart...Obviously the fingers stop just outside the heart, but as soon as they are closed, Qiu Bodeng immediately had a real sense of touch.

Fingerprints are imprinted on the surface of the heart, and the phalanges form an inescapable cage.

Every time you jump, you will encounter the familiar knife cocoon.

Thule wizard is really the most stupid hunter.He shouldn't take the initiative to expose this kind of thing at all-who can accept that his own living heart is actually beating in the palm of others?Beyond all common sense, beyond all cognition, the horror that can scare everyone crazy.

"Are you really willing? Arlan," he pressed, "if you promise me, I will become more and more crazy, so crazy that I don't even know myself, and finally I am afraid of me again, and I will fly back to the When you go to the Central Plains, I will definitely lock Allan's neck, wrists, and ankles, so that Allan can't go anywhere. I will definitely cut open Allan's spiritual consciousness and deprive Allan of all cognition , only let Alan remember me, remembering is my spoils, my possessions. Let Alan only know one thing, and can only do one thing..."

"I will definitely do that."

"Will."

"But I promise you," Qiu Bodeng looked up at his terrifying lover, his beautiful black pupils danced with dazzling flames, and he spoke sweetly and fiercely, "If you are afraid, you can do that to me right now— I promise you! Alo, this is what I promise you."

Qiu Bodeng stretched out his hand to touch Wizard Thule's face.

The Thule wizard held his hand and turned his head so that he wouldn't see his restrained face.

The flame shone on the wizard's pale and handsome face, brightening and darkening for a while.For a while, it looks like the warrior guarding the Son in an ancient religious mural, silent and loyal;

... He wanted to destroy Allan's ego, smash Allan's past, and make Allan a part of him, Allan agreed.They will become two people who are twisted together in a strange way... No, no, no, no, you can't do that, Duringuao's open fire flame burns out the luxurious city of East Continent... He can be destroyed by Allan, He couldn't destroy Arlan...

"Allo, Allo."

The boy's imprisoned hand was squeezed between his fingers, it was soft and soft, but with astonishing tenacity - he pulled him, making him hold his heart tightly.

"Listen, this is yours," Qiu Bodeng was surprisingly stubborn, "this one is yours, the next one is yours, and every one is yours." Xiumei's fingers closed, holding the fingers of the young wizard Gather together, hold the beating heart together, plop plop.

"Do you think it's still possible for it to belong to someone else?"

He let go of his hands, knelt up straight, gently but firmly, and wrapped his arms around Wizard Thule.

"Here you are." He leaned against the face of the Thule wizard, "You can be nice to me, or you can be too much to me," he bit his lover's ear, showing a sweet and sly smile, "It doesn't matter if you I'm happy with whatever I do—it's not me who is struggling."

——He is sure that even if his lover treats him too much, he will treat him very well. In that case, let him go!He must still be happy.

Qiu Bodeng's self-confidence was too obvious, so the Thule wizard lifted him up and pressed him against the beams of the tower.

It is like nailing a lamb to a tree trunk before offering sacrifices to mountain gods.

——Cold and terrible.

But Qiu Bodeng just hugged his head tightly, pressed it against his ear, called him Hu Gecuo, and said, "A Luo, mark me." Thoroughly.

"You have one chance to regret it." Wizard Thule said hoarsely.

Qiu Bodeng didn't speak, just bit his lover lightly.

Wizard Thule pressed him into his arms.

The wind-like aura instantly exploded, spread, and thoroughly penetrated the mental net.

…Starting from the most shallow level of thinking logic, the crystal branches of snowflakes are constantly stretching, piercing, and condensing, which is different from any previous one.This time, snowflakes aren't just pollution—it's changing!It directly forcibly writes new cognitions into Qiu Bodeng's original thinking, and establishes a new and most basic logical principle.

It will be as important as breathing, and it will be as inescapable as the beating of the heart to deliver oxygen to survive.

...Since then, any thoughts or judgments that the young master has come up with can only be based on these newly written cognitive principles.

The superficial thinking and logic are written... The snowflakes are spreading to the deep... The subconscious mind trembles, wanting to reject the cognition forcibly imposed by another person... Qiu Bodeng gave a soft "huh" before the Tule wizard shattered The defense of the subconscious conditioned reflex suppresses the instinct to protect oneself first.

Crystal tears condensed on his eyelashes, but he always leaned in the arms of Wizard Thule, allowing him to fix himself and change himself.

Total trust.

... Never in his life had he experienced such willful, such absurd moments.

He didn't even care about what the Thule wizard had engraved into his thinking logic, he voluntarily gave up the last trace, and had the opportunity to detect the difference between before and after-after the engraving was completed, he would no longer be able to find out what he had changed into. Think you were born this way.

The subconscious is written layer by layer, gradually.

Sweat wet the black hair on Qiu Bodeng's cheeks.

The subconscious is finished.

There is one last left:

deepest self.

People's cognition can be tampered with, and people's self can be revised. Immortal families often use this to search for the spiritual knowledge of monks, obtain the desired fairy art, and the dead who will never betray.From the mind to the subconscious, the Thule wizard first polluted and marked Arlan step by step, allowing him to gradually accept himself.

But the ultimate goal is still this.

—his Arland had to take him as part of himself.

Qiu Bodeng's breathing suddenly became fast and chaotic, he let out a small whimper, and his finger bones trembled... Wizard Thule inserted his fingers into his black hair, clasped the back of his head, and kissed him, both comforting and imprisoning , not letting him have any chance of struggling out.

He had given Arlan a chance.

More than once.

But the willful and reckless Allan didn't escape, so no matter how much he cried or begged, he would never let him go.

The spirit belonging to another person invades quickly, firmly and cruelly, and engraves a new self-cognition line by line at a speed that Qiu Bodeng can clearly feel:

Thin lamp, is Arlan of Arlo.

It's Alor's Saihanlanta.

……

After the last letter fell, Qiu Bodeng collapsed in the arms of the Tule wizard.

Wizard Thule hugged him tightly, brushed away the black hair sticking to his cheeks, kissed his earlobe, and uttered the last new name——He walked around the sacred tree and the holy lake step by step, praying for Arlan. New name to come.

"Saihanlanta."

The pampered Saihanlanta, the pampered Saihanlanta.

Qiu Bodeng instinctively responded.

Self-knowledge, revised accordingly.

——He truly became exclusive to Thule wizards.