【Yanlu】Ghost

I don't know how long that kiss lasted.

It wasn't until the body of the person in his arms gradually gained weight, and also took on a bit of human warmth, that Yan Yu retreated a little distance.Before he had time to look at Lu Shaolin's rejuvenated face, he was approached by the other party and bit his lips again.

Lu Shaolin kissed gently, carefully guiding Yan Yu with the tip of his tongue, and finally turned this entanglement into a real kiss.In the end, Yan Yu sat down on the soft couch at some point.

The ghost with blood on his cheeks was sitting on his knees. He had just recovered his life, and his figure was still a little flimsy.Holding the Taoist priest's shoulders with his hands, Lu Shaolin rested his forehead and looked straight into Yan Yu's eyes, into Yan Yu's face that he didn't have time to look at on the day of parting.

He didn't smile, his voice was surprisingly hoarse, and the water in his eyes was full of peach blossoms, but now there was only an endless deep pool.

Lu Shaolin lowered his voice, and the words on his lips seemed to be separated by a hundred years.

"Brother Yan...let Lu wait."

Things became more logical after that.

Yan Yu didn't speak, just embraced the thin ghost, and took out his remaining hand to untie his belt.Lu Shaolin knew what was going to happen next, but he was still a little flustered.

After he died in the battle with Tianlong Sect, he should have been reincarnated with his brothers more than ten times, and drank dozens of bowls of Mengpo soup.Unexpectedly, when he woke up in a coma, he didn't know what year it was, and his soul was attached to the sword, lingering on his last breath.

If he knew this, he shouldn't have brought Yan Yu's gift sword with him, and he shouldn't have glanced at it before dying.However, until now, since there is a mistake in fate, he can only "live" in a daze.

Lu Shaolin believed that he was not considered a good person during his lifetime, and he did not plan to be a good ghost after his death.

Lonely and wild ghosts with no protection, if they want to keep their souls from disappearing, it is nothing more than the methods passed on in the streets.Those women were greedy for beauty, so he asked for anything, and borrowed some fun and yang energy in the gentle village, just to survive for a longer time.

And most of the time, he is the one who guards the deserted courtyard, looking at the desolate floating world illuminated by the always white moonlight, not knowing why he is so persistent and lingers.

He crouched in the dark watching the visitors come and go, all the time of fresh clothes and angry horses in his memory have faded, leaving behind an invisible shadow.

Until one day, a person pushed the door open and entered.

The shadow splashed by water became clear again, and he recognized the eyes in the dream.

Thinking of this, Lu Shaolin's hand holding Yan Yu's collar couldn't help trembling.

"Brother Yan, forget it. I don't want to..."

Humans and ghosts have different paths, every point of yang energy is lost, even if there is too much energy, it will hurt the body, let alone intercourse.Those women before, he just regarded them as transactions, and he didn't feel too much ashamed in his heart when he saw that the beauty of flowers and jade had shortened his lifespan.

However, the weight of Yan Yu in his heart is not comparable to others.

He had countless opportunities to touch the lips of the person in front of him, but he barely avoided them.Just because he didn't want to hurt him at all.

Because of Yan Yu, no matter what life he is in, he wants to see him live a long life.

Yan Yu saw that his refusal was real, and his indifferent eyes drooped down.

Lu Shaolin's breath is too scattered, and it's only a temporary solution to pass the breath. Right now, the only way to save him is the combination of yin and yang.He didn't know Lu Shaolin's bitter and euphemistic thoughts, he only thought that the other party didn't want to give up, and he knew in his heart that he was really wronged, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"I've wronged you," he thought for a while, and finally said softly.

"But there is only one way."

The reflection of the candlelight cast a soft shadow under his eyelashes.

How could Lu Shaolin see Yan Yu like this.The person on the tip of his heart always has a calm expression, a bit of alienation by nature, and occasionally the corners of his mouth curl up in a small arc, which makes people want to trade the whole world.

Like a piece of snow that can't be kept in the palm of your hand in winter.

Lu Shaolin has been dead for a hundred years, his body has long been turned into white bones, and his heart has long been dead.Now the person in front of him is comparable to the words of apology, which made him feel as if his internal organs were pinched by one hand, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He absolutely couldn't bear to see Yan Yu's sad appearance, and instantly realized the other party's misunderstanding, so anxious to kiss his eyebrows again.

"How can you be wronged, Brother Yan is like this, Lu..." The cool voice sounded like a sigh,

"...I can't wait to ask for it."