[Lotus Cake] The whole world knows that I am chasing you

In the evening, he still hadn't come back.It doesn't count as not returning, because Shancai said that Nezha has already returned to Tianshuai's Mansion, but he has not returned to Huagai Mansion.

Since the two met each other, Nezha has been sticking to him like an octopus, unable to peel off for a moment.The octopus suddenly left on its own initiative, and Ao Bing was unavoidably surprised.But it was only for a moment, not for a moment, after knowing that he was in Tianshuai's mansion, he closed his eyes and went to practice again without asking any further questions.

When he was in the mansion, Nezha always hugged him and never let go. In fact, he would feel a little sticky and uncomfortable.However, because Fanchen's memories are still vivid in his mind, the time when Fanchen and the two of them were in the boudoir was a thousand times more beautiful than this.

Ao Bing couldn't tell what was going on with him either.Most of the time, his heart wants to keep a distance from Nezha, but his body seems to have his own consciousness, and he can't refuse his blazing enthusiasm.If Nezha is in a dangerous situation, he is willing to go through fire and water for him, but if there is nothing wrong, he would actually prefer to be alone.When Nezha was by his side, looking at his eyebrows and eyes, his heart was full of joy, and even his heart was full of knots.When I didn't see him, I never missed him.

Contradictions are in a mess.He thought, maybe it was because of the lack of affection.

Therefore, Nezha didn't come. After the sudden accident, he didn't even realize it. It was more of a relief.

The wedding date is getting closer, Ao Bing's heart is not disturbed, he is not looking forward to it.Just because it was proposed by Nezha, he was willing to cooperate, but that was all.So before and after, most of Nezha was busy, he just wrote a letter back to Donghai.Thinking of that wedding in the mortal world, although I can't feel the state of mind at that time, it must be hopeless.Unlike now, there is nothing to do.

In the final analysis, for him, nothing changed much, but there was an extra memory in his mind, and there was an extra partner by his side.

It was late at night, and the mansions everywhere had already turned on the lights.Ao Bing took the fire twister and lit the lotus lantern hanging at the door. The bean-sized orange light was no less dimmer than the morning stars in the sky in the deep twilight.

Nezha probably won't be here tonight.He turned back and stepped into the door. The door was about to close when a hand suddenly appeared in the crack of the door and grabbed the door leaf.

He opened the door, before he could clearly see who was outside the door, a burst of soaring alcohol smell rushed towards his face.

Nezha's cheeks were as red as fire, and he wanted to move forward, but he didn't estimate the distance well, and stumbled over the threshold.Ao Bing quickly helped him up, but his body, which was so drunk and ignorant of human affairs, was extraordinarily heavy, and he still swayed, and he slammed into the door with Ao Bing, and the door was hit with a muffled clang.

Nezha leaned against the door and slid down slowly, like a puddle of mud, slumped to the ground.

Grand Master Tongtian's drinking capacity is as unpredictable as his Taoism. Ao Bing has long experienced that when he drank the whole pot of strong wine, he was as relaxed as drinking water.

At this time, he was so drunk that he was surprised.He squatted down in front of Nezha without saying a word, and saw the familiar red lines on Nezha's face.

Ao Bing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help reaching out to touch Nezha's eyebrows, and rubbed his fiery red forehead lines with his fingertips.This pattern is a pair with the one on his forehead, he is very familiar with it.I'm afraid Nezha remembered something.Looking at the drunk Nezha again, for some reason, he suddenly felt bitter.

Nezha stared dazedly at the white wrist in front of him, blinked hard, and asked slowly for a while, "Where is my wife?"

No matter how many years it has been, Ao Bing is still not quite used to this address, and looks at him silently.

When there was no response, Nezha muttered, "Ma'am." Then he turned his neck, which had been stiffened by the wine, and looked around. His wrist blocked his hazy vision. At the beginning, he let go of his tongue and let go of his voice, shouting loudly: "Ao Bing——I, Bing'er—!"

He was so drunk that he didn't care about his image at all.The voice was almost roaring, tearing out from the chest cavity, causing the lungs to vibrate, making every heart ache, it was really heart-piercing.Half of the star officials who were on duty in Tiangong were frightened and disappeared into the clouds, so in the blue sky, the bright stars dimmed for a moment.

With such a big commotion, tomorrow the entire Tiangong will know that the grand master is drinking and shouting his wife's name like crazy.It's just nonsense.

"Bing—" he continued to shout, but Ao Bing hurriedly withdrew his finger on his forehead, and turned to cover his troublesome mouth, his voice was choked up, and stopped abruptly.

Nezha was suddenly covered, his voice blocked in his throat, and he made a whining sound, which made him uncomfortable, and he waved his hands to grab the culprit on his nose and mouth.

He was so uneasy, Ao Bing had no choice but to comfort him, "Okay, okay, I'm here."

Hearing his voice, Nezha calmed down, opened his foggy eyes, and stared at the person in front of him.In Nezha's eyes, Ao Bing's shadow was two blurred figures, sometimes overlapping and sometimes separated.He blinked desperately, finally locked onto the figure on the left, and happily stretched out his hand towards the figure he thought, his fascinated eyes narrowed into a line.

"Ma'am, I seem to be drunk and I can't stand up. Please help me."

Even though he was drunk, he still spoke slowly in front of his wife. If he hadn't stretched his hands in the wrong direction, his voice would not sound like a drunk person at all.

Ao Bing looked at the diametrically opposed hand hanging in the air, sighed silently, stretched out his hand to hold him, and wanted to pull him up, but he didn't expect that Nezha's hand was so strong that he was caught off guard. He had to lean forward and fell into Nezha's arms.

Ao Bing struggled to prop up his knees, half-knelt between Nezha's legs, clasped his hands on his shoulders, and stabilized his body.

As if a trick had succeeded, the wide sleeves of the robe covered Ao Bing's thin figure, and Nezha naturally tightened his embrace.The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the clear lotus fragrance enveloped Ao Bing.Ao Bing looked down at Nezha, and met Nezha's drunken eyes.

Nezha stared hard, raised his head, still couldn't see his face clearly, so he moved closer, but still couldn't see clearly, moved closer, finally saw clearly, knew that he was hugging the person, and started I couldn't help laughing, but when I got too close, I could see too clearly, and I also saw the very shallow scar on his neck.

His smile froze at the corner of his mouth like this, his heart was clenched tightly, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe, only then did he realize that there was some pain, which couldn't be paralyzed even if he was drunk.He stared blankly at the scar, paused, then slowly closed his eyes and kissed it.

He kissed so piously, so piously that it was almost holy, his fiery lips pressed against Ao Bing's neck, without a trace of desire.After the first light kiss, there was a storm of kisses, one after another, falling on the scar.As if to wash away a scar with a kiss.

Ao Bing didn't stop him, and inserted his fingers into his hair, which looked like a hug.

The light-colored scar was dripping red from the kiss, Nezha finally let go of it, turned his gaze upwards, and settled on Ao Bing's lips.

Ao Bing knew what he was thinking, lowered his head, and took the initiative to close his lips.

As if redeemed, Nezha grabbed his lips fiercely, sucked and grinded roughly, and Ao Bing's lips were kissed in a moment. He slightly let go, stepped back a little, and looked up at the scenery he had created.Appreciate it quietly for a while, close your eyes and cover it again, gently lick Ao Bing's lips with the tip of your tongue, poke in, lick your teeth with the tip of your tongue, and see that it is slightly loose, the tongue leaf is like a snake driving straight into it , Invading the occupied territory is generally sweeping and licking in Ao Bing's mouth.

Hands stretched in from under the skirt, warm palms pressed against Ao Bing's waist, cruising along the curve of his waist, kneading lightly or heavily.His hands were as warm as fire, completely different temperatures from Ao Bing's body.Ao Bing only felt that the place he touched was also burning due to the fiery temperature, his waist softened inch by inch in his palm, and the numb feeling climbed up his waist to his back, making him tremble in Nezha's arms uncontrollably, It affects a certain meridian, and the deepest part also raises its head faintly.

The body is joyful, Nezha has always known the most sensitive part of his body, even if he is ruthless, he feels that he may not be able to escape his grasp.

Fortunately, he hadn't thought of escaping yet.

Nezha finally let go of his lips. Ao Bing breathed heavily like a dehydrated fish. Before he recovered, the warm breath came from the base of his ear again. The next moment, the earlobe was sucked and licked. Straight to the bottom of my heart, the lotus fragrance suddenly became strong.Ao Bing took a deep breath of the fragrance of the flowers, as if drinking strong medicine, and moaned in a low voice. He uncontrollably spit out some liquid from under his body, making it sticky. He couldn't help wrapping his arms around Nezha's neck, with a hoarse voice Said: "Go back to the room."

Nezha stopped his movements, and his eyes that were not very clear became darker. He picked up Ao Bing horizontally and walked to the inner room of the main room.

Shancai stood at the door of the West Wing, watching Nezha's back until a door cut off his sight.He sat down at the door, propped his face up and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky.An hour later, the lights in Xingjun's room went out.He turned back to the room, pulled out a three-foot-long ebony box from under the bed, and placed it at the door of Xingjun's room.

The next day, Ao Bing opened the door and saw the wooden box on the ground at a glance.Delicate lotus flowers are carved on both ends of the wooden box, and the dark light flows, so you can tell where it came from at a glance.

In order to prepare for the wedding these days, people often send some things to Nezha to look at.Ao Bing thought it would be the same this time, but he didn't expect the person who brought the things to be so careless and put them on the ground.He bent down to pick it up, put it on the table, and waited for Nezha to wake up before dealing with it. He was about to go out, but when he stepped over the threshold, he suddenly thought that Nezha was drunk last night, and he didn't know when he would wake up. It's not good to delay things.

He lightly touched the wooden box with his fingertips, and the lid only slightly raised a slit. The familiar breath overflowed from the wooden box. Ao Bing felt flustered for no reason. open.

A three-foot-long whip lay in the wooden box.Ao Bing stared blankly at the dragon tendon whip. He didn't need to distinguish carefully, he could tell what it was just from the breath.

The locked thing in the wooden box sensed its owner, turned into a small transparent green dragon, let out a clear roar, poked its head out of the box, seemed to be looking for a target, and found the owner, Then it shot at Ao Bing like a blue sharp blade.Ao Bing raised his sleeve subconsciously to block it, but it was his thing, how could he block it, the little green dragon finally disappeared into his body.

His body froze unnaturally.Then he straightened his back, as if he was nailed in place by something, and remained motionless for a long time.

In 2000, the unbearable and heart-wrenching pain unfolded before his eyes unexpectedly.He was floating in the hopeless sea of ​​suffering, no one could save him, until he was ashamed in Zhanxiantai.

His face turned pale little by little until he was bloodless, like a dead person, and he remained motionless.

The eye sockets suddenly swelled, and then the cool liquid slid down the cheeks.

He had never cried in all these years, not even in the years of suffering.

He numbly raised his hand and rubbed it on his face, and he saw a red spot on his hand.

He was still in a daze, his reaction was slowed down as if his soul had been separated from his body, and he realized belatedly that it was blood and tears.

I don't know how much I swallowed before my eyes burst into blood and tears.

He sat down at the table, and his eyes saw the person on the bed, the one who was with him last night, the one who killed him with cramp 1000 years ago.

All kinds of emotions came one after another, and he closed his eyes.It seemed that he didn't want to look at Nezha any more.I should hate it, and I really hate it, but there is still a trace of nostalgia in the root of love.

Not knowing how to face himself like this, Ao Bing stood up and made a formula.

He seldom descends to earth without permission. In fact, as long as he wants to leave, no one in Mantiangong can stop him.He didn't know where to go, since Feng Xingjun, Donghai could never go back.

Distraught, he was like a lost chick, unable to find the direction to go home, wandering around indiscriminately.When he realized that he had landed in Chentangguan, a few days had passed. He looked at the town where he had lived for nearly a hundred years. There had been many changes, but every place was still so familiar to him. To add another sharp wound on the heart.So he ran away.

He landed in front of the God's Lord Temple at Guanjiang Estuary again.The place where he was tortured was unexpectedly the second most familiar place he was.

Yang Jian was about to go to the Heavenly Palace to refuse to be Nezha's main marriage, when he bumped into the distraught Ao Bing head-on, he couldn't help but pause, stepped forward and asked with concern, "What's wrong with King Xing?"

Ao Bing flinched from the sudden sound, he didn't even realize that Yang Jian appeared in front of him.He looked at Yang Jian blankly, and recognized that this person was also an accomplice back then.He rushed forward and wanted to beat him, but he clenched his fists and then loosened them, he just asked inexplicably, "Zhenjun, what did Xiaoxian do wrong back then, you two want to put me to death?"

He really doesn't understand.Is it because he has been obsessed with him for 2000 years?He has never hurt anyone, not even obsessed, he just waited unilaterally under the pear tree outside Tianshuai's mansion for 2000 years.

Yang Jian said in surprise, "You remember it all?"

Ao Bing didn't want to know the answer anymore, he sat down on the Luotuo steps in front of the main temple without saying a word.

Yang Jian didn't know how to speak, so he just sat with him.

The sun turned and the stars moved, and he sat like this for three days.There was someone who was willing to sit with him, and Ao Bing finally felt a little saner.

But he still didn't want to go back to Tiangong, didn't want to see that person, and wanted to stay here for a day.Yang Jian sat silently a foot away from him and combed Heizi's hair.

Ao Bing couldn't help but ask, "Which glass of wine did the real gentleman choose? If you don't remember the past or forget the present, why didn't the real gentleman forget Heizi?"

Yang Jian turned his head strangely, and asked in confusion, "What does Xingjun mean?"

Ao Bing said, "Which one of the two glasses of wine in front of the Conferred God Stage did the real monarch choose?"

"No." Yang Jian was completely confused, and even thought that Ao Bing's memory was confused again, "There is no wine."

Ao Bing stood up abruptly, walked quickly to Yang Jian's side, stared into his eyes, "What does Zhenjun mean that he didn't choose wine?"

"No." Yang Jian was sure.

Feeling dizzy for a while, Ao Bing asked again, "Where's San Shengmu?"

"Chan'er was still young at that time, together with me, I had never drunk any wine." Yang Jian was sure.

Ao Bing just felt dizzy, his mind was muddled, so it turned out that he and Nezha were the only ones who were forced to choose wine?

why?He couldn't figure it out, and the depression and doubts in his heart for several days squeezed him so hard that he spit out a mouthful of blood.