What to do if you think the devil is cute

There is a very large courtyard here. It can be seen that it should have been a luxurious mansion, but it has fallen into decline.

Guisha led Liu Kuang into a room.

Liu Kuang looked at Guisha's back. He was still dressed in black, and his back was still tall and straight, but he felt very sad when he looked at it. Guisha was very silent and quiet along the way.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that Liu Kuang didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

He boldly raised his head to look at Gui Sha's face, that face was still ugly and ferocious, maybe there was no vicious or scary expression on his face, or maybe Liu Kuang didn't feel scared anymore after looking at it for a long time.

Gui Sha looked around.It seems that there is no place to tie Liu Kuang.He had no choice but to buckle the gold chain on his wrist.

Gui Sha pressed Liu Kuang on one chair, and sat on the other himself.

He slowly pulled Liu Kuang's hand over, with three well-jointed fingers resting on Liu Kuang's pulse.He listened intently, but found nothing unusual.

Watching the sky gradually darken.His eyes also dimmed.

He hesitated for a moment, and took out a piece of black cloth from his pocket, his movements were very slow.The cloth strip covered Liu Kuang's eyes very gently at first, and Liu Kuang's eyes were dark, and then he felt a little tight on the back of his head, as if someone had gently tied a knot.

For a moment, Liu Kuang suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.

In that cave covered with night pearls, that man who was as beautiful as a fairy seemed to cover his eyes in the same way.Thinking of this, Liu Kuang's thoughts suddenly went into a trance.He suddenly felt as if his heart had touched something soft.

He said, "Master, give me the curtain on the bed."

Guisha frowned, turned around, pulled down the curtain on the bed, and threw it into Liu Kuang's arms.

Liu Kuang groped for the trash can along the rope around his waist, shook off the curtain, and covered the trash can.

Guisha couldn't see the trash can, but only felt that there was a bulge out of thin air in the place covered by the curtain.

He naturally understood that this was Liu Kuang's invisible thing.

Liu Kuang said in a low voice: "Master, this way...no one will see you."

Guisha didn't speak because the moon came out.

The room became very, very quiet, so quiet that only the breathing of the two could be heard.Suddenly, Liu Kuang heard Guisha's breathing became very fast.

Guisha suddenly felt a splitting headache. He wiped his face with his trembling hands. He looked at his hands and thought with relief: Fortunately, this time...it wasn't too much...it was just bleeding from the seven orifices.

Then Liu Kuang heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, it should be the ghost fell to the ground.

He couldn't see Guisha's painful expression, and he didn't even hear Guisha's painful groaning/groaning. All he could hear was the man on the ground gradually becoming short of breath, and the slight friction of the cloth on the ground. sound.The depressing heavy breathing of dying.As well as a little bit of moaning/groaning sound that I tried my best to suppress but still overflowed from my throat.But this small painful sound was quickly locked in the jaw by the master, and no more painful messages were sent out.

This man should have tried his best to suppress it.There was darkness in front of Liu Kuang, and in the darkness, he saw the first time he met Guisha.

That figure curled up in the forest, that desperate figure.

Then he heard the sound of some clothes rubbing against the ground, a chair was firmly grasped by someone, and a sharp scream came out of the rubbing on the ground. A growl.

Now Liu Kuang's eyes are covered with black cloth strips.It was dark.

In the stiller air, suppressed panting, and indistinct groans/groans came into the ears.He suddenly felt the man's pain. Did he already feel the pain?But why doesn't he make any noise?Would it be more uncomfortable for him to suppress it like this?

Liu Kuang suddenly didn't want to stay in this room any longer. He felt that panting and pain, depression and despair made his heart tightly tightened, contracting bit by bit.

He was very afraid of this kind of scene, this kind of painful moan/moan that he couldn't even scream.This kind of endless, silent pain, alone in a room, is more terrible than death.

Liu Kuang's breathing also became tight, and he remembered the things he thought he could forget forever, those things, like a drug, were buried in his body.

Even if he dies, he will never forget it.

Boxes, cigarette butts, silver needles...

And one desperate night after another, sobbing and not daring to make a sound.

At that time, he liked most when his father was watching TV at night.When the TV is making sound, when the people on the TV are crying, and when the people on the TV are singing, at this time, he can indulge his emotions a little bit, and move his mouth away from his already suffocated face. Flushed fingers, and then, softly, softly wept.

At this time, there was another moderate moan/groan from the room, and he was quickly bitten by the teeth.

Liu Kuang said with a slightly trembling voice.

"Master, I want to sing."

He didn't wait for the ghost to speak, and sang on his own.

Liu Kuang sang and picked up the chopsticks on the table and tapped the empty tea bowl.

He occasionally breaks his voice, and his lyrics are also very weird, but he just yells in a vague way, without any tone.The sound was very loud, as if it was deliberately trying to cover up something.

"Boom...boom..."

Heaven, earth,

The moon, the stars.

The sun has set.

Girl, let me take you home.

...

Guisha only felt that Liu Kuang's beating was harsh, his singing was ugly, and the lyrics were incomprehensible.

Only the sound is loud.

It was so noisy that even the cries of the ghosts on the ground who didn't want to be seen were covered.

The moon was partially blocked by the dark clouds, and Guisha's pain eased a little.

He lay quietly on the ground, breathing gradually calmed down.

The lyrics that I couldn't hear clearly when I was in pain came over very clearly at this moment.

"...I know you like Erlang from the village,

But how can he compare to me, Liu Kuang,

Doesn't he have talent and money?

How can it be compared to me who is tall and has long legs..."

Guisha listened quietly, and then suddenly laughed out loud.

"Liu Kuang, what song are you singing?"

Liu Kuang stopped, grinning and said, "Isn't the song I made up myself very cool?"

After he finished speaking, he tapped the plate again: "Bang!"

Gui Sha looked at Liu Kuang, his mouth was wide open, and he smiled foolishly.

Ghost Sha suddenly asked, "Why are you crying?"

"what?"

Gui Sha calmly said: "You are crying."

Liu Kuang wiped his face, it was wet.

Feeling ashamed, he wiped it with his sleeve indiscriminately, and concealed it vaguely: "...too involved."

Ghost frowned.

It seemed that he thought that reason was too unreliable, so Liu Kuang could only say: "...just... I remembered the past, I was beaten by my father all the time, it hurt too much..."

Liu Kuang smiled, feeling a little ashamed, and explained: "...it's nothing, children are often beaten, it's just that they are beaten more than ordinary children..."

The more Liu Kuang talked, the more embarrassed he felt, and said: "You were often beaten by your father when you were young hahaha..."

"No." Gui Sha said, "My father never hit me."

"Then you are really happy." Liu Kuang said.

"My father has only seen me twice." Guisha paused, and then said, "He doesn't recognize me."

……Awkward.

Liu Kuang suddenly remembered that Gui Sha was brought up by his master in the ghost gate: "...then you must be beaten by your master often..."

"Master never beats apprentices, if you don't like it, just kill it."

Gui Sha paused, and continued: "But I survived."

Liu Kuang was taken aback.

Gui Sha blinked, there were still drops of blood on his eyelashes, and he wiped his face, blood was all over his hands.

The world in front of my eyes was blurred with a layer of red.

He suddenly wanted to say something.

"Do you know how I survived?"

Gui Luo often said to Gui Sha.

I value you the most, because you are the child of Ghost Moon.

So go ahead, this one, hope you survive.

A "training" sometimes involves a dozen wolves, sometimes five tigers, and sometimes twenty children.

Use poison, use sword, use martial arts.

Only one life is allowed.

He survived every time.

"Then you have killed many people since you were young?" Liu Kuang asked.

"Ah."

"Don't be sad...it's not your fault..." Liu Kuang said.

...Suddenly want to hug him.

Gui Sha raised his head in confusion: "Why are you sad?"

"what?"

Ghost said lightly: "If I don't kill them, they will kill me. The sooner I kill them, the sooner I can eat."

Liu Kuang: ...Suddenly I don't want to hug him anymore.

Want to kick him to death.

The clouds outside the window moved again, and the moon was about to come out again.

Gui Sha could almost feel the commotion in his body, and the pain came alive again.

"Go to sleep." Gui Sha said.

"Yeah." Liu Kuang nodded.

"I'm asleep."

After speaking, he leaned on the chair and yawned.Soon there was a sound of even breathing.

Guisha looked at him and said silently: "...a pig."

Guisha saw the clouds and smoke drifting away, he saw the moon gradually appearing, he felt a dull pain in his head, and warm blood was about to gush out from his eyes and ears.

Liu Kuang was already snoring soundly.

Guisha never expected that all the appearances he least wanted others to see in his life would be seen by this person.

He didn't even think that he would mention his past, the embarrassing and embarrassing past to others.

Liu Kuang is like a hooligan for such a singer.

unprecedented.

He took a step back, squatted on the ground, closed his eyes, and quietly felt the sudden and surging pain like a tide.