After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

A coldness permeated through his skin, and he stretched out his hand unwillingly, struggling to wriggle his blood-stained lips: "Zhexuan, you love me too, okay, I'm in so much pain...Zhexuan, don't you leave me alone……"

Su Wan stood there with a cold face for a long while, hearing the man's breath weakening, finally turned around and picked him up from the mud covered in blood.

Lu Yao withdrew his paws, seeing the half-dead man being hugged by his master, he didn't know where the strength came from, and wrapped his hands tightly around his master.

His expression changed, and he realized that this person did it on purpose!No wonder he didn't dodge or evade when fighting with him, and let him make moves to hurt him, so he wanted to get the mercy of the master!

When he raised his eyes angrily, that guy was lying on his master's shoulder, looking at him with dark eyes, full of coldness.

Candles are burning vigorously in the Yanyu copper lamp, and the ancient books placed on the table are neatly stacked.

After taking off his dirty clothes, the bloody wound looked hideous on his pale body. Su Wan used his true energy to stop the bleeding, and then bandaged his wound as before.

He also knew that Xu Qingyi did it on purpose, so he deliberately left him alone for a while, but this guy would really pretend to be pitiful, and would even give up his own life to achieve his goal. Sometimes he really didn't understand what was going on in this person's mind What.

When withdrawing his hand, Xu Qingyi suddenly grabbed him, his knuckles tightly twisted on the back of his hand, his gray eyes slightly lowered, and he said softly: "Zhexuan, it hurts."

Su Wan glanced briefly at the scars on his body of varying shades: "Where does it hurt?"

He held the back of his hand, pressed his palm firmly to his heart, and stared at him with gray eyes: "It hurts here."

"If it hurts, go to the back room to rest."

Covering him with a clean and loose robe, he withdrew and sat in front of the stage, continuing to flip through the ancient books that he hadn't finished reading.

As if feeling cold, Xu Qingyi gathered the robe that tightly covered his body, and his dull eyes fell on the man's sharp side face. There were waves of pain in his chest, like a knife cutting, his thin body trembled slightly, and he hunched up slightly. Spine: Except for the injury, this person's eyes never lingered on him for too long. He guarded against a ray of wind, wishing to shatter himself into ashes in exchange for being held in his arms for a short time.

The shadow of the lamp attracted moths with flapping wings. Su Wan put down a volume of exhausted ancient books, and felt someone rustling over, snuggling quietly by his side.

He went to get another volume on the desk, and flipped through it without saying a word, trying to find clues that could help Xu Qingyi transform from a beast to a human.

After a while, the people around him couldn't help moving, their chin rested on his shoulder, their warm breath lingered on his neck, and their thin lips moved close to his ear: "Zhexuan, what happened last night... Done."

The hand that turned the book stopped, Su Wan's face remained normal, remembering what Xue Mastiff had said during the day.

He still remembers how Xu Qingyi tried his best to hold back his desires when he was in the ghost nest, like a fish resting in the shoal, even breathing with despair, so he told him "seven emotions and six desires are normal in the world, don't be afraid of them Like a beast", now this person has listened to it, it seems to have jumped from one extreme to the other.

The thin pages of the book were dusty, Su Wan lowered his eyebrows to look at the writing on the paper, thinking that this person was injured and he was free to think about it, he let out a very shallow laugh, touching the heartstrings of others for no reason.

"why are you laughing?"

Xu Qingyi's eyes sank, and his slender fingers stroked his shoulder bones over and over again.

"Brother, if you can't restrain your lust, you can solve it yourself. I taught you when I was in the ghost nest."

As long as he was in the period of thinking and feeling, temporarily unable to control the instincts of this body, Su Wan looked calm while speaking, resting his fingertips on the pages of the book, moving his fingers casually, and the yellowed paper danced lightly.

After a silent silence, the man's head was still resting on his shoulder, and there was another slight sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and the dead silence returned again.

The evening wind blows into the window, rolling the fine strands of hair on his forehead, and the intoxicating aroma slowly overflows from his side, touching the tip of his nose. When the crisp sound.

"Zhexuan..."

He called him hoarsely in his ear, buried his face on his neck, licked the bite mark that had begun to fade, and kept taking the familiar breath from him, as if he wanted to linger with him to death, never separate.

"Zhexuan...Zhexuan..."

Su Wan was stunned for her lustful voice, as if she could hear the clear waves swaying, filling the pool with moonlight.

Can't this guy go to the back room?

His heart was disturbed, and he couldn't keep his eyes on the page. When he closed the book and pulled away, the person beside him tightly grabbed his neck with his spare hand, and his body was also pressed down. This person's robe was torn apart, Thin and fragile skin is like new snow, waiting to be painted with frivolous colors.

Su Wan half-closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled down unnaturally, a gleam of brilliance poured into his dark eyes, shaking in his heart, he suddenly thought of the kiss that seemed distraught and infatuated last night.

He stretched out his hands to hold up his face buried by his neck. His hands that had held the sword for a long time had a layer of rough calluses. When he gently scratched his delicate skin and rolled over to his thin red lips, his eyes became pale. dark.

His palm slid to his slender neck with scars, and the tiger's mouth pressed against his jaw, forcing him to raise his face with a little force, intermittent low moans overflowed from the two lips, and the blue-gray eyes were full of soul In a trance, the intoxicating fragrance that lingers around him comes from the bones of this person, that's why it's so alluring.

He lowered his head close to his face, desire stopped an inch away from his lips, and finally hugged his thin body tightly.

"Zhexuan, don't leave me."

He didn't see the loss in the man's eyes fleeting, he only heard his mournful voice, like the residual red that had been knocked down by the rain, trembling in the wind.

After the desire dissipated, there was only a surging emptiness, Xu Qingyi hugged the person in front of him, greedily sucking the bamboo fragrance from his body, the whole person wished to melt into this body, his heart was empty, there was nothing, he wanted to let him Fill yourself up.

He tore open the front of his clothes indiscriminately, wanting to feel the warmth of his body more intimately. When his eyes inadvertently glanced at the scroll dropped by the corner of the table, he was stunned again, and he couldn't help but think of what he said to him by the lake. The sentence: "Isn't it good to be the old Hexuan Zhenjun?"

This person seems to like him more than before, and everything he does now is to bring him back to the past.

Even though he used to be indifferent, selfish, sinister, blinded by hatred, and even himself hated the former Xu Qingyi extremely, why does this person still want him to change back to the past?

His heart convulsed suddenly, he felt pain all over his body, and leaned against this man's arms slumped, his eyes were dull, dull and indifferent.

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The silver bone charcoal was almost burned in the furnace, and there was still residual heat that was not easy to dissipate.

The man in the brocade cloak with the sunflower pattern and brocade pattern sat in front of the window and watched the waves of people coming and going downstairs. Maybe he was bored, so he counted with his fingers and asked, "Changshu?" What? I haven't seen her over the past few days."

A black shadow appeared silently behind him, cupped his hands and said, "Pavilion Master, I haven't seen Miss Changshu in the past few days."

"Isn't there some trouble?"

He became worried, and glanced at the black figure behind him, with a tinge of anger on his unhappy face, "I told you to protect her secretly, I didn't expect that you can't even do this well! What a bunch of trash!"

Hei Ying, who was reprimanded, also felt bitter: Miss Changshu didn't like them following her, and she could always get rid of them every time, but there was really nothing they could do.

"There has been no news for several days, no! I have to go find her."

He knew that there were only a few places where she would go. Except for Nanhua Road, it was not easy for him to break in, and there were no obstacles in other places. If he really couldn't find her, he would go to Chizhou to find Lord Qingheng. This person should be I know Changshu's whereabouts.

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Many paper kites flew out from the forest, colorful and in different styles, adding a lot of liveliness to the cloudless blue sky.

The spirit beasts ran across the grass holding the transparent silk thread that connected the paper kite, and they did not forget to raise their paws at the woman in the silk flower cage skirt: "Little Changshu!"

"Hey! Be careful..."

As soon as the words reached his mouth, the chubby bear tripped over a tree root, and the spirit beasts behind him didn't stop in time, and bumped into its chubby body one by one.

Changshu suddenly felt helpless, couldn't help laughing, and caught a glimpse of the familiar white figure in the forest out of the corner of her eye, quickly suppressed her smile and ran towards him.

"Master!"

Although the branches were in the way, she moved extremely dexterously and ran to the side of the man in the loose robe, her eyes were first attracted by the gauze around his neck, and she worriedly said: "Master, are you injured?"

Xu Qingyi glanced at her lightly, without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't answer, no matter how worried she was, she couldn't ask more questions, so as not to disturb Master, and then she thought about the business, and hurriedly said: "By the way, Master, I brought an old friend to see you."

She looked back, and suddenly appeared a man in his 40s and [-]s, the same as he remembered, except that there were more vicissitudes in his eyes, and when he looked at him, his pupils couldn't help trembling, and they were both sad and happy: "Hexuan."

When the old friend met, his eyes were still calm, and the background was like a cold night with deeper dew: "Elder Yue."

Birds were singing on the branches, and the towering giant tree in the middle jumped up, feeling the brilliance of the bright sun.

"My butterfly flies the highest!"

"No way! It's obviously my little fish flying higher!"

The bob-tailed deer and the snow-spotted fox quarreled over whose paper kite flew higher. Master Wan Shuling yawned and looked at the young man in black gray brocade who was smiling and staring at their quarrel, and came again immediately. He regained his spirit: "Xiao Su, it's rare that the weather is so good, come and play chess with this deity!"

Su Wan's demeanor was a little careless, and when he turned his head slightly, his face sank into the sunlight, his fair skin was plated with a layer of dazzling gold, and his two pitch-black eyes also became a light color.

With a wave of his sleeves, the chessboard appeared in front of his eyes. He sat down cross-legged, brushed his clothes, picked up a crystal white chess piece, and asked it: "Since the beast race can refine the human form, has there ever been a beast cultivating a human being in the past?"

The branches and leaves swayed the chessboard, and Master Wanshu shook his head: "The beast race refines the human form for better survival, and the cultivation must also be aimed at attaining the Tao. How can one become a mortal? Xiao Su, Xiao Su, you Stop thinking about such unreliable things."

The white chess fell on the chessboard, with a "click", the person holding the chess looked sideways to the forest, and in his eyes were the shadows of leaves overwhelming the sky.

"Hexuan, you have disappeared without a trace these years, you must have suffered outside."

The middle-aged man in the deer pattern crepe robe sighed slightly, his tone full of melancholy.

Xu Qingyi looked far away, reflecting the beautiful scenery of mountains and waters: "Elder Yue wants to ask me how to become a dragon?"

Yue Zhi looked at his back, and recalled the scene where they talked on the top of Shuowei Peak in the past: "Even if you don't say it clearly, I probably understand that if you don't have nowhere to go, according to your temperament, you will not be reborn by the dragon's body." .”

He took two steps forward and continued: "Hexuan, as long as you don't change your mind, there is no difference whether it is a beast or a human. Your character is best known by the emperor and the elders. Miss you."

"There's no need to remember it."

The eyelashes of the person in the front were lightly drawn, covering the shadows in their eyes: such a person who has not changed his mind, these people don't miss him, they clearly miss Xu Qingyi who lives in their expectations like a puppet.

"Hexuan, so many years have passed, no matter how much hatred you have, you should let it go. Back then, the emperor was furious because you killed Zhexuan, but since you disappeared, he has never given up looking for you. Even the position of head is still yours."