Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

When Jian Shou woke up again, he was already lying on the bed.

Wearing dry clothes, he felt no discomfort other than lack of strength.

The light outside the house was a bit dazzling, Si Nian stretched out his fingers to cover his eyes, and the halo danced on his fingertips.

He covered his left eye, and the light dimmed instantly.

Still can't see...

Jian Shou turned his head and looked at Qin Shou who was lying beside him, his eyes darkened.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep, with his eyes closed and his lips pursed, his face full of tranquility.

It's just that the frost between the eyebrows can't be melted away.

If you make a comparison, Qin Shou seems to be much weaker than himself.

The slightly cool fingertips touched his forehead and fell on the end of his frosty eyebrows.

Then, along the tall nose...slid to his soft lips.

Bit by bit, slowly, his appearance was imprinted in my heart.

There was a rustling sound from the clothes rubbing against each other, Jian Shou leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Then he left quickly, as if that soft touch was simply an illusion.

When he blinked lightly, a tear fell down Qin Shou's cheek along the tail of his eyelashes.

very hot……

He reached out to erase it, but Qin Shou opened his eyes at this moment.

The light gray pupils gradually condensed and deepened, and he stared at the person in front of him almost devoutly, as if looking into the depths of his soul.

In an instant, Qin Shou turned over and pressed Jian Shou under him, but he didn't get too close.

He reached out to wipe the water from the corners of Jian Shou's eyes, and gently stroked around.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have lied to you."

It was refreshing to admit his mistake, Jian Shou suppressed the corner of his mouth and let out a light snort.

"You played me around."

Qin Shou had never seen such Jian Shou, and his brows and eyes showed the indifference of being thousands of miles away.

For a moment, it was like returning to his previous life, and he was showing off his tricks in front of him.

Then it was discovered, and the other party was full of disappointment and resentment.

It seems, screwed things up again...

He didn't speak for a long time, and the look in his eyes was so dazed that he was pitifully helpless.

Jian Shou has never seen Qin Shou like this before, and he is immersed in the sadness of the past and cannot extricate himself.

But who is more pitiful than whom?

Jian Shou sighed helplessly, stretched out his hands to wrap around his neck and pulled down.

The tip of the nose is close to the tip of the nose, and the breath is full of the smell of the other party.

"I am worried about you."

The heart that had been dead for a long time suddenly beat violently, and the sound was deafening.

Qin Shou only felt dizzy in front of his eyes, like a soul-returning pill he got before dying, it was sour and astringent...

It was so sweet.

Qin Shou raised his chin and exchanged a wet kiss with each other.

The lingering nostalgia of Shimai Zhiwei eagerly confirms the other party's well-being.

Jian Shou's tongue licked Qin Shou's sharper canine teeth than ordinary people.

The smell of blood soon filled his lips and teeth, Qin Shou wanted to quit, but Jian Shou refused.

The belt slipped from his waist, and with a dazed effort, Qin Shou let Jian Shou ride on him.

A pair of slightly cool hands reached into the underwear, walking and climbing on the even colder skin.

The originally pale lips turned into a pink color because of the ravages just now.

At this moment, sticking to Qin Shou's ear is the softest touch.

Qin Shou was teased so that his pupils were scarlet, and his consciousness could not be controlled by himself.

As if being held in Jian Shou's hand willingly, following his ups and downs.

"I have a lot to ask you."

The voice was deliberately lowered, and the dense itchiness went straight to the ear bones.

Qin Shou tried to find Jian Shou's hands that were making trouble everywhere.

"You ask……"

"Where are we now?"

Jian Shou's fingertips followed the lines of Qin Shou's waist, and the muscles under his fingers tensed instantly.

Qin Shou sighed repressedly, both satisfied and longing, even his voice became hoarse.

"The Kunlun Mountains...we are by the Kunlun Spring."

Jian Shou waved his hand, and the window opened in response, and the cold wind poured in instantly.

Sure enough, what caught the eye was a stretch of snow, a piece of snow.

What is strange is that the spring water did not freeze, and the snowflakes melted quietly when they fell on the water surface, and only mist rose.

Jian Shou looked at it, and felt that this place looked familiar, but he had never seen it before.

With the window closed, Qin Shou touched the tiny particles on Jian Shou's skin and said, "It will be cold."

As if angry, Jian Shou hugged Qin Shou even tighter: "I'm not afraid of the cold!"

If you push me away, I will die from loneliness and freeze.

Jian Shou has no sense of security, and neither does Qin Shou.

Only when you hug each other tightly, can you feel full for a moment, as if... living for the other party.

"Isn't it the end of July now? Why is it snowing already?"

"The Kunlun Spring often snows in June." Qin Shou brushed away his hair that was scattered around his ears because of Meng Lang.

As far as the eyes can see, the hair is already gray and white, "Besides, it's already the beginning of winter."

Is it three months...

With the over-exposure, Jian Shou's body temperature became lower and lower. He felt tired, but he didn't want to stop.

The loose clothes had slipped from the shoulders to the waist, and large areas of white jade-like skin were exposed in front of Qin Shou's eyes, like poppies swaying in the wind and snow.

Qin Shou held his waist, worried that he would fall off the bed, and even more worried that he would hurt.

Jian Shou spoke before him: "Where is Wu Susu?"

That night, the underworld fire from the underworld distorted the image in the air, and the heat wave rolled wantonly, clamoring to devour everything around.

The reckless man curled up on the ground, and the little child lay on top of him in the posture of a protector.

It's a pity that even a mantis' arm is not as good as a car, and they will be turned into flying ash in the next second...

The blood in Qinshou's pupils welled up, this scene was like a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of, and he could only be tortured by it again and again.

The lifeline was held in Jian Shou's hand again, and honey and arsenic were the antidote.

Make it impossible for him to refuse.

Qin Shou panted heavily: "I came late that day, you should blame me."

"But Ah Shou, I can't rely on you for the matter of reviving the soul. You have to know that even without us, the child will not survive the [-]th year."

"I know you don't want to give up, but you can't let yourself be willful."

Wu Susu's fate has already been determined by him, Qin Shou will not tell Jian Shou where Wu Susu is.

Cold sweat was already breaking out on Jian Shou's forehead, his lips were pursed tightly, but the unbearable hum still overflowed.

The way he frowned and raised his neck high is really very good-looking.

Qin Shou stared at him firmly: "A Shou, I will die with you."

Jian Shou bent down and held Qin Shou's head, with a faint smile on his cheek.

It seemed both a joke and a promise, "Okay then, let's die together..."

It was so terribly tempting that Qin Shou's heart was almost moved. He pinched the buttocks of his palms and turned passivity into initiative.

Jian Shou let out a long sigh, and finally relaxed a little bit, the superior was really tired.

At this point, the word order has been reversed: "I ask you, the last one, the night of the lunar eclipse... where did you go?"

Jian Shou's right eye is like an out-of-focus mirror, and Qin Shou clearly sees himself in it.

The craziest and ugliest appearance, the hottest and coldest heart.

"I just can't find you, can you believe it?"

It was a stone that fell into the deep sea, and it couldn't even make a ripple, so the connection was suddenly broken.

Jian Shou looked down at the soul-gathering bell on his wrist, and the subtle ringing kept flickering non-stop.

Sobbing in his dry throat: "I don't believe it, you have never told the truth! Uh..."

Qin Shou's movements continued unabated, and he favored his fingertips, and said vaguely with his mouth in his mouth: "I love you, I don't pretend."

A warm flame suddenly rose from the charcoal basin on the ground, and a strange fragrance diffused into the air quietly.

Qin Shou gradually lost his consciousness, and the hand holding his waist finally fell to the edge of the bed.

Jian Shou lay on his body, her cheek pressed against his chest, and the sweat gathered on her chin dripped onto her chest.

He hastily wiped away the wetness from the corners of his eyes, and returned to his indifferent look of indifference.

Sneaking into Qin Shou's dream was the most difficult challenge for Jian Shou.

Qin Shou's will is firm and will not be invaded. If it is not because of his health, Jian Shou would not be able to let him fall asleep quietly.

Too lazy to pull up his clothes, Jian Shou hugged Qin Shou and slowly closed his eyes.

He needs to know the whereabouts of Wu Susu.

…………

The plain clothes that hang down to the ground caress the red Bana flowers, and Jian Shou walks barefoot on the Naihe Bridge.

Under the bridge is the Wangchuan River. There are dead bones trying to climb, but it's just in vain.

The old woman in the cloak stirred the soup in the pot, and when someone approached, she handed out a bowl.

With a hoarse voice: "Drink this bowl of soup, I wish you an early journey to the other shore."

Jian Shou didn't take the bowl of soup in front of him, but asked, "Can you see me?"

Granny Meng giggled, and her laughter was creepy: "The soul-returning incense you use is something made by our three sisters."

"The game you set up is not unbreakable."

Jian Shou was a little confused: "So here and now, is it real or not?"

Granny Meng withdrew her hand: "Tch, how could it be fake? Even if it's a memory, it happened for real..."

The tragic roar interrupted her next words, and Jian Shou hurriedly turned her head away.

The goal is Qin Shou's tormented appearance. His limbs are imprisoned by heavy chains, and the ghosts of the dead are constantly gnawing at his flesh immersed in the water.

The tattered purple robe, the messy black long hair, and the smudged face...

It was exactly the same as when Jian Shou saw him for the first time.

"He's awake again."

Granny Meng began to stir the soup in the pot again, "Actually, why bother, I can only sleep for a thousand years, and when the time comes, he will naturally be able to see you, but he wants to wake up, taste all kinds of pain, and see you go through it again and again."

Jian Shou's lips trembled slightly, and the emotion in his eyes was like a building about to fall.

"You have locked him here all this time!?" Qin Shou never mentioned the old days to him.

For Jian Shou, this is just a very short story, not more than ten years.

But for Qin Shou, it was too long.

He has survived decades of lonely life, but he cannot survive the torture of thousands of years.

No matter how the water in the Wangchuan River pierces through the bones, it can't compare to how he has watched Jian Shou stepping over the Naihe Bridge time and time again in these thousand years.

No matter how he struggled to call out, there was no response at all, and the sense of despair even paralyzed the pain in his body.

At the end, he really forgot about Jian Shou and really went crazy.

Sure enough, Qin Shou stopped shouting, but kept his eyes open.

I don't want to let go of the souls passing by the Naihe Bridge.

Granny Meng waved her wide sleeves, and many ghosts walking on the bridge turned into green smoke and disappeared, leaving only her and Jian Shou.

"Where we locked him here, if he doesn't want to drink this bowl of Mengpo soup, he will naturally have to pay the price."

Qin Shou seemed to see himself, and the longing in his eyes almost overflowed.

The arm is pulling the iron chain, the muscles are tense and gathered, and the name of Jian Shou is constantly chanting.

He knew earlier that he couldn't be called, so he just kept silent, silently...

Jian Shou jumped off the Naihe Bridge, the river overflowing his waist.

Perhaps because of the dream, Jian Shou's soul was not devoured by the hungry ghosts in the river, and when he walked towards Qinshou, there was no obstacle at all.

Even if locked, Qin Shou was much taller than him.

Jian Shou needed to raise his head so that he could hold his face with both hands.

"Shou, Shou, Shou..."

Jian Shou wanted to smile at him, but his eyes were moist: "I am, I am."

Qin Shou looked at him motionless, and it took a long time before he said something similar to an exclamation.

"I thought I was going to forget what you looked like, but I haven't forgotten half of it, I'm just going crazy."

He took the current Jian Shou as his fantasy, and Jian Shou didn't correct him.

Meng Po: "You have gone the wrong way. The dream you should go to is not here. The King of Hades is looking for him everywhere."

Jian Shou turned around: "What do you mean?"

"In his current situation, he can neither protect you nor himself."

"Strip off living souls, deceive ghosts and messengers, shape bodies for dead souls without authorization, stay in the world, kill people and eat souls... Everything he has done is enough to make him fall into the eternal hell."

Jian Shou's current body was molded from one of Qin Shou's ribs and that spirit stone.

The moment when he dug out his ribs with his own hands was probably the happiest moment for Qin Shou in the past 1000 years.

The person who really has no heart is Jian Shou.

"What's more... When he escaped, he destroyed most of the underworld, and the King of Hades will not let him go."

As Meng Po shook her cuffs again, the surrounding scene changed drastically.

All the flowers on the other side beside the Naihe Bridge withered, the river of Wangchuan dried up quickly, and the souls of the dead also disappeared, leaving only the chaotic rocks and dead bones in the riverbed.

Jian Shou's hands were empty, and the chains that had lost their grip fell to the ground one after another.

He stood alone in the River of Forgetfulness, his chin slightly retracted, his hair sticking to the corners of his red eyes, and the water glowed with condensed light.

"How can I save him?"

"Erasure all of his crimes...or it can be said to be yours."

"After another 1000 years, he can leave Wangchuan and reincarnate."