When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

At sunset, chickens and ducks were singing in the fields, and a young man was dejected, carrying a box of pastries up the mountain, ready to go back to the thatched cottage.

The rain was still falling and the thunder was rumbling.

Bian Shao's eyelash feathers were wet, and his eyelids drooped heavily, but suddenly, his eyes widened.

Outside the thatched hut in the distance, there was a black-haired boy sitting on a big bluestone with his head down, motionless.In a trance, Bian Shao thought that the other party was made of wood, would not be cold or sick, and even his soul would be rotten.

Not really.

When the thin shirt was carefully placed on the young man's shoulders, he raised his eyes slightly, his snow-white face showed surprise and restraint.

"Bian Shao, are you back?"

"En." Bian Shao responded in a low voice, bowed his head and hugged him, "But I didn't find the Goddess Temple, nor did I find the fairy grass that can heal you."

The black-haired boy reached out to grab his shoulders, but he paused slightly after hearing that.For a long time, half leaning against the wooden bed, the young man listened to the sound of hot water being boiled in Bian Shao's earthen stove, and said softly: "It's okay." As long as you come back, it will be fine.

Bian Shao was getting the firewood, and Bian Shao was getting very smoked. He seemed to feel something and looked back: "What?" While speaking, he raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and ended up wiping the soot all over his face like a little cat.

At this time, his real face had gradually recovered, it was no longer the face of an ordinary gatekeeper disciple, but a handsome face full of affection, with sparkling peach eyes.

The boy concentrated, then smiled: "It's nothing, the pastry is delicious."

"Then bring it to you next time." Bian Shao said casually.

In the middle of the night, the rain became more and more urgent, and the thunder became louder and louder.Originally, Bian Shao had no feeling and could sleep to death, but tonight he was tossing and turning. He always felt like there was some rusty smell in his nasal cavity...

Is there something under the bed?

Bian Shao turned over to get out of bed to check, but someone grabbed his arm.

Finally, he stopped and found the black-haired boy with his back on his back, his thin back trembling slightly, even the black hair on his shoulders trembling, and he only held Bian Shao's cuff with his hand.

In the pitch-dark world, the sound of thunder carries the wind and rain that will destroy the world.

Bian Shao sighed in his heart, then stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, comforting him softly like patting a child: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The black-haired boy opened his dark eyes, skillfully got into his arms, and buried him in his chest.

Male *Bian Shao* mother: "..." Is it a little too close?

The hot air exhaled by the young man was like sparks starting a prairie fire.Bian Shao settled down, lowered his head, stepped back a little, and smiled lowly: "Why do you feel that you love me so much after I go out for a while and come back?"

He said this sentence purely to ease the weird atmosphere, he never thought that the beauty who used to speak nonsense to him could answer him.

But this time, the little black head was gently pecking at his chest like a chicken.

Bian Shao:?

The male mother was just joking, and didn't make you really like that...

It can be said that Bian Shao's heart trembled, and he quickly pushed the head that was close to his heart away.

The black-haired boy stared at him with pitch-black eyes.

For a moment, Bian Shao had the illusion that the other party could see, but soon, the black-haired boy fumbled and called him: "Bian Shao, I can't see you..."

"I'm here." Bian Shao settled down, and stretched out his hand to grab the hand that was protruding forward.

Under the dim sight, the prodigal Bian Shao was a little thankful that the other party couldn't see and couldn't see his embarrassment.

"sorry."

Bian Shao was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

The black-haired boy held his hand tightly, as if he wanted to transmit the heat from his palm to the tip of his heart.He said word by word: "I let you go to the Goddess Temple, I regret it very much, I can't bear you, I love you."

"!!" Is this the treatment of heaven?

Bian Shao thought in a trance that he was going to the Goddess Temple to die and ascend to heaven... Otherwise, the indifferent young man suddenly made a 180-degree turn...

People are cheap, Bian Shao is used to sarcastic remarks, and suddenly he has a straightforward love, he can only laugh awkwardly: "Hahaha, right? Just love me, just love me."

"The love I'm talking about is not between brothers, but the love that I want to have you and possess you. I don't like you going to brothels..."

Bian Shao still smiled: "I understand, children, possessiveness is normal, and children's toys don't want others to touch them."

The dark-haired boy frowned.

He understood that the youth was pretending to be confused.

Another morning and dusk, Bian Shao was awakened by someone's touch, the delicate touch on his cheeks and the coldness of his fingertips, like the snakes of a poisonous snake cruising slowly, leaving moist traces.

Bian Shao gasped deeply, woke up with a start, and saw a black head.

"What are you doing?" he asked calmly.

The black-haired boy turned his head slightly, unexpectedly innocent: "I'm listening to your heartbeat."

weird.

Bian Shao felt that he was also very strange, he pursed his lips and asked, "Does it sound good?"

It seemed that the surroundings became hazy, and the morning light reflected the two of them, only the two of them looked at each other.

"It's beautiful." The boy opened his dark eyes and said.

rather than nice.

Bian Shao's tailbone seemed to be tainted by the cold of the wooden bed, he couldn't help but want to back away, but he held back.

The boy's hand was tightly clutching his cuff.

Even if Bian Shao got out of bed and went to the mountains to pick wild fruits, the young man seemed to regard him as a long-lost reunion and loved him, never leaving him every step of the way.

Bian Shao got out of bed to put on his boots, and the people around him also pulled his black hair and played happily.

"Why do you feel the smell under the bed? Is it a dead mouse?"

The fingers playing with Bian Shao's black hair paused slightly, and then the boy said: "Maybe, it's not certain that the mice in the mouse hole will be flooded in rainy days."

Bian Shao made a gesture to bend down to look at it. Although the young man could not see him, the hand that grabbed his shoulder was very precise.Bian Shao raised his eyes in confusion, and the black-haired boy smiled and said, "It's dirty. When you go to the mountains to pick wild fruits, I'll handle them, okay?"

"Okay." Bian Shao frowned, thinking of something, he said, "Don't come to me after you've dealt with it, the mountains are dangerous."

In the mountains, Bian Shao strenuously stood on tiptoe, picking fruit from a short tree. Suddenly, he looked into the distance, and saw a slender figure groping for a branch, coming after the cool rain.

"Bian Shao."

When Bian Shao heard the shout, he deliberately didn't run over to help him. The boy also stumbled and didn't turn around to leave. Later, Bian Shao relented and walked over.

While helping people, he said: "You are disobedient, you really don't need to come here."

The black-haired boy showed a very happy smile: "I like staying with you."

Bian Shao was immediately pleased by the boy's straight ball words, and couldn't utter a word of reproach.

The young man didn't make trouble for him either, and sat quietly on the side. Occasionally Bian Shao almost tripped over the wet bluestone, and the young man would support him just right.

Bian Shao was even more suspicious.

"This mountain is really like a green emerald. If you can see it, that would be great." Bian Shao stopped suddenly, turned around, and said these words word by word.

His eyes were firmly locked on the person in front of him, and he never let go of the subtle expression of the black-haired boy, as well as those dark and beautiful eyes.

Bian Shao had a crazy idea in his mind:

Young man Xiao An, can you see it?

But to his surprise, the black-haired boy's face only showed loss and sensitive inferiority complex.In the end, the boy forced himself to laugh out loud, wanting to relax, and said, "Yes, it would be great if I could see it."

Bian Shao felt relieved for some reason.

That's right, this is just an illusion, and the black-haired boy in the illusion is also illusory, how could he see it?

Even if it is an illusion, with such a face and such a frustrated expression, Bian Shao felt both uncomfortable and guilty when he saw it, he immediately shook his head, and brought him to him to coax him: "It's okay. I am your eyes."

The young man wrapped his thin arms around his neck, "Well, you will never leave me."

With his body turned away, Bian Shao didn't see those beautiful black eyes that should be full of grievances, and a stubborn light flashed by.

It is imperative to win.

After a long silence, Bian Shao stayed in the thatched cottage for more than half a month, and he was still planning to go outside to the Goddess Temple to find out if there is a way to break the illusion.

He told the boy about this idea during the day, and planned to leave at night.

The young man didn't object, but on a thunderstorm night, when the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled, he wrapped his arms around the young man's waist and asked softly, "Can you not leave?"

Bian Shao didn't answer, the boy was frightened by the thunder outside and cried, buried beside Bian Shao's neck and begged him to stay overnight.

When the boy was afraid of crying, his snow-white cheeks would turn slightly red, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be covered with rouge, which was too beautiful.

Of course Bian Shao was soft-hearted and agreed.

It's just that the crying gradually weakened, and the black-haired boy buried himself in his chest, leaving moist and warm traces, and Bian Shao gradually came back to it.

His heart trembled, and he pushed the person away at once.

This scene is like a real black-haired boy outside the illusion, pressing him on the bedside and kissing his neck...

Bian Shao almost thought that this was a real black-haired boy.

But those dark eyes were still empty.

"Don't do this." Bian Shao pushed him away.

The black-haired boy grabbed his hand and touched his hot cheek: "Why not?"

"Isn't it rare that you don't like this skin?" he asked.

He could feel the young man's eyes on his face, loving and enthusiastic.

But Bian Shao still pushed him away.

"Why is it possible?" Bian Shao suddenly felt absurd, he did not have such blasphemous thoughts towards the black-haired boy at all, he just likes beauty, which doesn't mean he wants to possess beauty.

In the name of redemption, Bian Shao can't even deal with the illusory black-haired boy in the illusion.

It may be his intimate behavior, cuddling and sleeping with people every night, which gave people an illusion.

In the end, the two lay awkwardly together, sharing the same bed with different dreams.During this period, Bian Shao seemed to be in a drowsy dream, smelling a sweet fragrance.

And then, the next day, when Bian Shao moved his body, he found that he was exhausted, as if his strength had been drained.

what happened?

That sweet smell?

Bian Shao thought of the extremely abnormal black-haired boy last night, and his bones began to tingle.how so……

There was no one in the room, and Bian Shao struggled to get out of bed, but his legs and feet were weak, and he fell heavily on the ground, staring at him instantly.

After the dizziness passed, he stared at the darkness under the bed, suddenly, his eyes widened, his stomach churned, and he sat on the ground and retched.

He said why there is a rotten smell under the bed...

The dark-haired teenager smiled at the time and said he would handle it.

But that wasn't a dead mouse at all, it was a human, and there was a human head under the bed, and that head was exactly the face of Mingchun, the soft boy that Bian Shao had seen some time ago!

Or the kind of death.

Even if it was an illusion, Bian Shao felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Just when he was thinking about stabbing himself to death with a knife to break the illusion, the wooden door of the thatched cottage creaked——

The man walked in quickly, his footsteps were extremely steady.

Bian Shao was quickly picked up and put back on the wooden bed. At the same time, the man also took off his shoes and socks and went to bed, directly straddling Bian Shao's waist.

His body was weak, and he could only turn his head with difficulty, but he couldn't avoid the aggressive black eyes of the black-haired boy looking down.

"You lied to me……"

Xiao An answered kindly: "But aren't you lying to me?" He said that he would never leave, but he wanted to leave all the time.

"You are real..."

"Yeah, I'm here to accompany you in the illusion. Are you happy?" The black-haired boy seemed to have no scruples at all. He told Bian Shao little by little about those things, and confessed his despicableness, cruelty and badness without caring. The complex expression of the person below him.

Killed the sect leader, found the Goddess Temple and fell into an illusion, and when Ming Chun came to look for him, he suddenly smashed his head and regained his memory...

He shared with Bian Shao the details of the time when he killed the master and killed Mingchun, and what he said was chaotic and disorderly: "I thought that when I killed the person I had hoped for, my hands would shake and I would get excited. , Fear, but no, it's very plain, like killing fish and pigs... No, people don't drink the blood of fish and pigs..."

He paused suddenly and asked, "Am I a monster?"

Just like what those villagers said when they first met.

Bian Shao was silent.

The black-haired boy sat stiffly on top of him, then chuckled, not dwelling on the matter.

He just had stubborn eyes, leaned over, grabbed Bian Shao's neck, and said, "How did you treat those people in the brothel?"

Bian Shao was silent again. He discovered that the sweet fragrance last night not only made people feel sore and limp, but also seemed to have added other strange little things, such as making people feel hot all over...

He blushed with shame.

The black-haired boy raised his body slightly, as if he chuckled slightly at his violent reaction.

"It's not indifferent, is it?"

Obviously it's the drug effect!

Bian Shao lay down and pretended to be blind.

The young man seemed to be stabbed by his silent attitude again, after a long time, he lowered his body and bit him hard, his low voice overflowed his lips and teeth like a pleading.

"How did you treat those people in the brothel?"

"Then what to do with me."

The author has something to say:

Bian Bian: I crack sunflower seeds, eat peanuts and drink wine in the brothel

An An: Is there any more?

Bian Bian: Looking at two beauties, just watching

Shore:...

Bian Bian: So we also look at each other?