[End Times] After becoming a demon

"What kind of life do you want?" Song Nuo asked while sitting on the sofa.

He was alone in the darkness, and the lonely night was as thick as a giant black cocoon, wrapping him tightly.

Qiao Mingyuan was stunned for a while, life?What life?He has never considered this kind of problem, no, maybe he had dreamed about it when he was very young, he thought of a life like his parents who love him, but that was just a childish wish, he has long since ignored it Well, after that, he never thought about what kind of life he wanted to live. Now, he only has one wish, and that is to be with his brother.If it could be called a life, it was the life he wanted with his brother.

The room was depressingly quiet. Qiao Mingyuan didn't know why Song Nuo had such a problem. The night covered Song Nuo's expression, which also gave Qiao Mingyuan a broad space for imagination.

Qiao Mingyuan felt that his brother was restless, thinking about him, thinking about him, and a burst of sweetness filled his heart. He found that his brother's heart was full of hot and burning flames under layers of ice, which scalded his heart. At this moment, he wants to get close to him, hug him, kiss him, and convey his overflowing love to him. He wants to tell his brother,

"I just want to be with you, I love you," he said.

A ray of lighting suddenly appeared around Qiao Mingyuan, circling around him. Song Nuo caught his expression in his eyes, and he examined the person in front of him inch by inch, from his black and white eyes to his pure white soul.

Qiao Mingyuan was startled by Song Nuo's scrutiny and size-up eyes. For some reason, he had an intuition that his elder brother was extremely dangerous at the moment. Their relationship seemed to return to the past suddenly at this moment. What's the matter, they are obviously so close to each other, why do they look at themselves like strangers at this time?

Could it be that brother regretted it?Qiao Mingyuan's heart fell to the bottom of the ice valley in an instant.

Song Nuo looked at the person in front of him. This person's soul was so vivid in the dark night, and the warm breath seemed to be able to spread to his side wave by wave. What kind of person is this?Why does this person have the mark of the God of Light?And why did she come to him by such a coincidence?Are you still so desperate for him?

like?Song Nuo thought coldly, would a person with a mark of light fall in love with a demon?If he showed his devilish side unreservedly in front of this person, would this person still say love so frankly?

Seeing the other party's originally bright eyes dimming bit by bit, and the corners of the normally slightly upturned eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of haze, becoming heavy and oppressive, Song Nuo felt a little blunt and uncomfortable, and he deliberately ignored the uneasiness in his heart , seemingly naturally said to Qiao Mingyuan, "Clean up, we'll leave tomorrow."

The flames of the lighting were so bright that the whole room became as bright as day, but Qiao Mingyuan's mood did not change at all. He stared into Song Nuo's eyes silently.

After a long time, Song Nuo turned his eyes in embarrassment, grabbed the little hair next to him and rubbed it in his hands. He felt Qiao Mingyuan approaching, half kneeling in front of him, and the real sight in those black eyes forced him to look at him. Their eyes were glued together. For some reason, Song Nuo was a little nervous. Qiao Mingyuan covered his hands and leaned against him. Their breaths were intertwined. Song Nuo heard Qiao Mingyuan say in his ear, "Brother, Let's do it."

This time * was like a contest of strength. Qiao Mingyuan acted extremely fiercely, gnawing fiercely, biting Song Nuo's shoulders. They had a tacit understanding and did not make a sound. At the end, both of them were covered in hot sweat. Qiao Mingyuan lay on Song Nuo's body, listening to each other's violent heartbeats, he whispered in Song Nuo's ear, "Brother...don't even think about abandoning him in your life. I."

Although the voice was soft, he spoke resolutely and resolutely. Song Nuo even felt a little threat from it. Song Nuo didn't find it annoying. Instead, a corner of his heart seemed to collapse. He squeezed the flexible and narrow waist under his palm, Did not speak.

What's the point of saying more?

They are inseparable now, but the unknowns in the world are never elusive. In a moment of passion, sweet promises can be made at will. Once they fall out, lovers can become enemies everywhere.Not to mention the relationship between them that has not stood the test of time and external forces...

But this relationship, he still wants to maintain, since the other party promised to be with him, let's see if this promise can withstand the test...

The other party will grow old and die. After he gets used to the company of the person in front of him and gets used to drawing warmth from this person, he is like a drug addict. Once the drug is stopped, the situation he will describe at that time is obvious...

How should he treat him?Song Nuo sighed in his heart.

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Song Nuo found Liu Zhitao. In just one day, Liu Zhitao was a little older, but his eyebrows were a little more open-minded. Song Nuo glanced at the position on the other's chest, where the black "puppet heart" was winding red, Obviously, it will soon be saturated, and this gathering place should soon fall into chaos.

He stretched out his palm, and there were two white capsules lying quietly in his palm, which he condensed with the power of demons, which would replenish some of the energy Liu Zhitao had lost, and slow down the speed at which the "puppet heart" completely replaced Liu Zhitao.

Liu Zhitao took it over calmly and thanked him, "It seems you are leaving?"

Song Nuo nodded, said nothing more, turned around and left with a pause, and said, "Be careful of Xicheng." He didn't say any more, and strode away.

Liu Zhitao watched Song Nuo's tall figure gradually disappear, his expression was in a daze for a moment, and he murmured, "It doesn't matter... I owe him."

Song Nuo didn't pay attention to how Liu Zhitao got through this chaos. Although he was partly responsible, he was just the cause of it. In a foreign play, in which you sing my characters, he has no interest in them.

His system merged with his body, and the space wrapped by the system became a space that truly belonged to him. There were bits and pieces of things stored in it. He had never touched it, and he had hardly used it for more than three years. Space, because he had a person with him this time, he took everything he could use in the residence, such as clothes in the cloakroom, pots and pans, food stored in the refrigerator, and drinking water.

"Is there any place you want to go?" Song Nuo asked Qiao Mingyuan.

Qiao Mingyuan thought for a while, and said, "Let's go to F city, I have to return these crystal nuclei to Li Huan." He weighed the cloth bag in his hand.

City F?Song Nuo looked at Qiao Mingyuan's obviously relaxed expression, but his heart sank.

Ever since that silent contest, Qiao Mingyuan was no longer as relaxed and cheerful in front of him as before, and suddenly became steady. Although the eyes looking at him were still so warm and lingering, Song Nuo was not used to it.

Qiao Mingyuan tidied up his backpack, pinned the narrow knife on the side of his waist, and asked, "Brother, when are we leaving?"

Song Nuo looked at the drowsy sky and said, "Wait until evening."

The room fell silent. Song Nuo and Qiao Mingyuan sat on the sofa and beside the bed, silent.

Xiaomao jumped off the sofa. During this period of time, it had grown a lot. It happily crawled from Qiao Mingyuan's ankle to his knee on its short legs, and sighed comfortably when it curled up.Qiao Mingyuan scraped Xiaomao's forehead with his fingers, and the soft mottled hair made him smile.

Song Nuo smiled unconsciously.

The darkness was getting thicker, and the lights outside the window were on, as if he could feel the popularity and excitement of the city outside. In the middle of the night, the lights were turned off, everyone fell into a deep sleep, and Song Nuo stood up.

He walked towards Qiao Mingyuan who was lying on the bed, touched his lips lightly with his cool fingers, saw him open his eyes, and said to him, "It's time to go."

Qiao Mingyuan got up and put his backpack on his back neatly, tidied up the narrow knife, hugged Xiaomao, "It's packed, how do we go?"

Song Nuo stepped forward and hugged Qiao Mingyuan like a child, with one arm supporting his buttocks and the other around his waist. Qiao Mingyuan exclaimed, and his slender legs clamped Song Nuo's. Waist, this action made him half a head taller than Song Nuo, and the tips of his ears blushed uncontrollably, Qiao Mingyuan said, "This..."

Song Nuo opened the window, and the wind outside was blowing towards them. Song Nuo smiled, and the condensation on his face melted under the moonlight, making Qiao Mingyuan stunned.

The moonlight was bright and the sky was full of stars. Song Nuo's mood improved. He raised his legs, stepped on the window edge, looked up at Qiao Mingyuan, and said to him in a rare light tone, "Hold me tight." After finishing speaking, He hugged Qiao Mingyuan and fell headlong.

Qiao Mingyuan's scream was hoarse in his throat. He hugged Song Nuo's neck tightly, his eyes closed tightly, and his rapid fall from a height stopped his thinking. The blood in his body rushed to his head, and the gravity accelerated , the violent wind seemed to be able to scrape off the muscle layer on his face, and then there was a sudden buffer, his head was buzzing, and when he woke up from the drowsiness, he felt that they were flying towards the sky, At the same time, he saw a pair of black wings spread out from his brother's back, flapping vigorously.

He stepped back slightly in a daze, looking into his elder brother's eyes at this moment. Facing the moonlight, those indifferent red eyes were rare and soft. They seemed to be full of starlight, sparkling, bright, and seemed to have something beyond imagination. cunning.

With a smile on his face, Song Nuo asked him in a low voice, "Is it fun?"

Captivated by the beauty in front of him, Qiao Mingyuan nodded in a daze, kissed Song Nuo's eyes obsessively, with cool skin, trembling eyelashes, midair, hot and humid summer wind, and bright and clean eyes. Yuehui, all of this is unbelievably beautiful.

Song Nuo laughed out loud, the joy of flying, and the unconditional trust of the person in his arms made his heart open.

He vibrates the black wings, stops suddenly and suddenly, or spins or spins low, listening to the screams and shouts in his ears, he can't help but also laugh loudly.