Lantern: Reflection Of The Peach Blossoms - Chapter 42

For a few seconds, Chu He’s mind was blank, and he only watched the iron chain, motionless, as if he had forgotten to breathe.

“Zhou Hui…” After a while he made a slight, hoarse voice: “…Zhou Hui?”

The bedroom door clicked, and Zhou Hui walked in with a steaming tea cup in his face, and said with ease, “Wake up?”

——His expression and voice are so natural, as if he just woke up in the morning and greeted him gently, did you wake up? Slept well last night?

The attitude was so taken for granted that Chu He looked at him and the bed head made of stainless steel, and could not say anything for a moment.

Zhou Hui’s wounds in the dead sea have basically been healed, and the new skin is a little pale, but the look is elegant and calm, the body is strong and strong, and the polite and irresistible momentum is wrapped in black. There is a sense of intimidation that can’t be said.

“You are too weak to drink this.”

Zhou Hui sat by the bed, hugged Chu He’s upper body in one hand, leaned gently in his arms, and fed him the hot black liquid in the teacup.

Chu He’s head was extremely dizzy as soon as he left the pillow, and with his left arm unable to work, he took a few sips without any resistance, and then barely turned his head to ask: “What… what is this?”

“It doesn’t taste good?” Zhou Hui took a sip, “Okay.”

“Do not……”

“It’s not easy to get this, don’t let me down.

Zhou Hui gently wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, and pulled the back of his neck very softly and couldn’t break free, and fed several sips. Until the liquid had reached the bottom of the cup, he gently put the tea cup on the bedside table.

Chuhe coughed hoarsely–even the cough sound was weak and weak.

His heart was exhausted too much, and the whole person showed a dangerous paleness. Only when he coughed did his cheeks show a little blush, and his face was more like a transparent texture, even in the dark. The light blue blood vessels on the side of the neck are clearly visible.

Zhou Hui patted his back gently, leaning his head against his shoulder socket.

His shoulder socket muscles are thick and extremely resilient, and the thin cloth should be sun-dried, full of the unique dry breath of sunlight.

This posture is actually very comfortable. Chu He’s eyes were drooping, and he breathed the warm smell greedily. At the beginning, he struggled to ask about the iron chain, but his mind soon fell into a trance.

In the haze, he only felt Zhou Hui’s palm gently touching his face.

“You are too weak…” he murmured, “…should sleep a little longer.”

·

Chu He was awake and woke up, and every time he woke up, he was fed that quirky and viscous black liquid, and then quickly lost consciousness, and fell into a black asleep fragrance again.

He had a lot of dreams, all of which were chaotic and erratic, not only anxious and terrifying, but also the memories of the family of four living together when the children were young many years ago. At that time, even Maha was a little bird cub running around. Jialou Luo still only knew the crying newborn. Zhou Hui had just achieved a delicate reconciliation and balance with Tian Dao. The family finally got chaotic between the six Dao. Moved to the human world in the middle; Maha found something new to see. Every day he tweeted around his parents to ask this question. Zhou Hui was sometimes annoyed, so he held Maha up on his head and ignored him. With a squeak of laughter, he rushed up the mountain forest around Tiange…

That was very rare in Zhou Hui. When he was peacefully coexisting with Maha [rebirth], the girl was born in spring.

Since when has this all changed quietly?

When Maha grows up slowly, his temper is getting worse and worse, and even the Devil’s blood pupil unique to the biological father appears?

When Zhou Hui discovered that the eldest son’s soul became more and more familiar, just like the young self in the mirror, and even perfectly engraved the evil bloodthirsty, fierce and cruel soul as a monster?

Or earlier, one day late at night, when the young Maha cried in horror and knocked on the door of his parents’ room, crying and crying that he dreamed of his mother’s tragic death?

This ominous seed that fate planted many years ago finally broke through with time, and in a corner of this family, a grim smile was quietly revealed.

·

Chu He didn’t know how long he slept. When he finally woke up one day, he looked at the black liquid brought by Zhou Hui and suddenly realized what:

“…There is a tranquilizer in this thing, right?”

Zhou Hui looked at him quietly.

The bedroom doors and windows are still tightly closed, the curtains are thick and opaque, and the enclosed space is safe and warm. It’s just that the light is too dim, making Zhou Hui’s handsome and deep face look a little obscure.

“…This is a blood-growing plant that grows near the blood sea of ​​the demon world. The juice boiled out after drying and chopping, and also has the effect of helping sleep.” He said softly for a while, “You need to sleep more, I don’t mean anything else. ”

When Chu He raised his left hand, the iron chain made a clatter: “What about this?”

The fracture of his left arm had almost healed, but he was still weak and unable to help. He had tried to break free of the iron chain, but as long as he struggled a little, his muscles cramped, his fingers tremble, and there was a long time of ischemic cold and numbness in his fingers.

Zhou Hui grabbed his cold-skinned hand over his palm, his thumb rubbing slightly on the back of his hand. This gesture is actually a bit like an antique-loving person stroking his beloved collection, but his face is quiet, and after a moment, he said leisurely: “What’s the matter? It’s just that the blood vessels inside aren’t growing well, I’m afraid you’re in trouble .”

“…Then I don’t move, can you open it?”

Zhou Hui remained silent for a moment, and Chu He stared at him without blinking his eyes. After a while, he saw him laughing:

“Yes, if you kiss me, I will open it.”

Chu He was startled.

He slowly glanced over his head, almost touching Zhou Hui’s nose, and smelled the man’s vigorous and fresh breath like a bush.

The taste made him a little bit stunned, and the tip of his nose could not help swimming around the cheeks and lips, sniffing and breathing, and rising slightly from the depths of his mind.

“Zhou Hui…” he said subconsciously.

Zhou Hui lowered his eyes to look at him, with a slight smile, seeming to hide a little imperceptible encouragement.

Chu He closed his eyes and printed a deep kiss on his warm lips.

The haunting and ambiguous breath rose from the darkness, like a misty dream. But this dream is strangely tranquil and peaceful, and all the anxious and hopeless fears struggling hopelessly are gradually gone, turning into a faint star in the sky.

“Phoenix…” Zhou Hui’s slightly rough thumb belly rubbed against his cheek, feeling the delicate and cold temperature, and gave a low sigh.

“My…Little Phoenix…”

Chu He looked up at him, his mind was not sober, and his eyes were still loose. At that moment, his eyes with water were blank as if he were a distant boy, even if he was going to step on the thorns and walked into the abyss, he stumbled, and went to the second horse of the Ye Yingdi family.

Zhou Hui pressed his head against his chest, kissed on his hair, and then reached into his chest.

Chu He was short of breath and issued a slight struggle, but was quickly pressed by Zhou Hui. A moment later, his hand extended from Chu He’s chest, and he pinched a key.

-It was the bronze key that once hung under his heart.

The pupil of Chuhe suddenly expanded, but Zhou Hui leaned down and used this key to open the iron lock on his wrist.

“Your spinal lock…” He said leisurely, “Not this one.”

Chu He’s fingertips shivered slightly, but Zhou Hui laughed, and there was a trace of almost pity in his eyes. He drunk the black juice in the tea cup on the bedside table and leaned over to feed Chu He.

Probably because of the mood swings, Chuhe didn’t react at all. All the juice smoothly slipped down his throat between the lip and tongue entanglement. Zhou Hui stretched out his tongue and licked off the remaining medicine in the corner of his lips:

“Sleep, get a good night’s sleep.”

·

A few weeks later, Chu He was finally allowed to get up, eat liquid food, and walked out of the bedroom.

However, he still couldn’t go out. Zhou Hui strictly controlled the scope of his activities this time, and painted bans on windows, balconies, and even toilet fans.

In fact, he didn’t have to be like this, because Chuhe’s physical strength was not enough to support him to go outside. The temperature in the house has been carefully adjusted. In the warm sunshine of autumn, he often sleeps on the sofa unconsciously, and then is hugged by Zhou Hui sitting on the edge of the book, hugging each other until dusk.

Phoenix’s extremely poor blood was slowly restored, but the injuries accumulated over the years have not healed, and his body is still very weak, and his physical strength is also controlled to a certain degree-that is the role of lumbar spine lock.

Zhou Hui sometimes took him from the sofa back to the comfortable bed in the bedroom after he was asleep, stroking his lower back, which was deeply recessed above the hips, and locked on the ring that penetrated the lumbar vertebrae.

He seems to have satisfied the secret and forbearance* from this behavior, which is a kind of unspeakable but terrible desire to control both of them.

·

Occasionally when Chu He can stay awake for a long time, Zhou Hui will also tell him what happened outside.

The investigation of the Snow Mountain Goddess incident is nearing completion, including calming down rumors, clearing up the dead air, and appeasing the aftermath of all sectors of society. The culprit of the incident, the red three-generation Liao Liang’s body, was found in the tunnel. It was probably corroded to death after inhaling too much dead air. Before he died, he was lying next to an ice coffin. The body of his “first love” Lu Xiaochen.

Sadly, after an investigation, it was found that Lu Xiaochen and Liao Liang were only college classmates during their lifetime, and did not talk about the so-called love. Lu Xiaochen and Bo Chao were a pair during college. After graduation, they both went abroad to study. They didn’t know Liao Liang’s crush on himself; they returned to China to find a job after a few years before they happened to meet Liao Liang again. With almost the same pursuit of persecution, he immediately chose to stay away in consternation, and even withdrew his resume for Liao Liang.

But then everything is out of control. Liao Liang made him unable to find a job in the industry, and greeted the police station to imprison Bochao. An angry Lu Xiaochen went to Liao Liang for reasoning, and there was a dispute in his speech. Liao Liang abducted and imprisoned him with emotion, imprisoned him, and locked him in the single villa under his own name.

At the same time, under the conscious approach and inducement of the snow mountain goddess Shakti, Liao Liang decided not to do anything, to kill Bochao and to eliminate future troubles. This is so similar to Shakti’s assassination of the Phoenix King. The only difference is that Shakti failed that year, so he was deprived of his personality and fell into six reincarnations; Liao Liang, however, succeeded easily with financial power and took Bo Chao The body was hidden in the cement wall of the abandoned warehouse.

But the following developments quickly broke away from Liao Liang’s control.

After learning about Bochao’s murder, Lu Xiaochen attempted to avenge Liao Liang, but quickly failed because he had no experience at all. He collapsed under the double physical and psychological blows. In desperation, he made a very aggressive move-escaped Liao Liang’s villa and came to the murdered warehouse of Bochao while taking advantage of the lack of guarding for a day Committed suicide.

Maybe he just wanted to die with his lover, but the coincidence in location really helped Zhou Hui to quickly find the warehouse and make their grievances known to the world-this is a later story.

After Lu Xiaochen committed suicide, Liao Liang was heartbroken. He kept the body of the person he loved and asked for help from the “shemale in the mirror” who thought he could do everything. Shakti helped him to lure a lot of bar boys to go home, and then killed the burial after extracting the yang, and used the yang to maintain the last activity on Lu Xiaochen’s body; but there was a little accident when the yang was drawn that day. As for the bar master turned into a corpse, it attracted the attention of Guoan Special Department.

Everything that follows is confusing and uncontrollable. After Shakti got the Phoenix Soul, she certainly did not use it to resurrect Lu Xiaochen as she had tricked Liao Liang, but instead planned to use the Soul and the Thousand Mirror Polar Realm to deal with Zhou Hui; Liao Liang was almost crazy. Shakti impatiently tucked him into the tunnel. As a result, Liao Liang broke into nowhere under the tunnel.

“——In short, it is the tragedy caused by the crazy and distorted love,” Zhou Hui holding this art album, leaning on the sofa and lazily turning: “Love is parting, hatred will be, hope is not enough, life is three It’s hard to be solved.”

Chu He leaned in his arms, and said softly after a while: “This is not called love… Even if there is love, Liao Liang just loves himself. Or, he just fell in love with that fantasy. No, my unrepentant self…”

Zhou Hui laughed and relaxed easily: “My dear, without the possessiveness of love? Your logic doesn’t work.”

Chu He did not argue with him. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject: “–What about Yu Fu? How did they escape later?”

Yu Funeng survived because Situ suddenly disappeared at the critical moment, blocking the fatal blow of King Jiang Sanming.犼 is a top monster that zombies have developed into dry monks, and the dry monks have been cultivated. Once the zombies appear, they will be scarce and even have the strength to fight the dragon. Although they are called beasts, they are actually creatures of hell. .

After Jin Maojin appeared, he took off his skin and wrapped Yu Jingzhong and several men before the dead air submerged in the stone chamber, so he won a precious twenty minutes. Before Jianpi was eroded by the sea of ​​dead air, Yu Jingzhong and several of them finally found the sewer outlet and escaped from the sea of ​​dead air.

However, the hides and skins that contained hundreds of years of mana completely decayed into gray, and the golden retrievers that lost their skins were reduced to drought. This is why when he attacked the Snow Mountain goddess, he appeared in a zombie posture instead of a monster posture.

If Situ Yingzhi wants to regain his peak state from drought, luck, opportunity, and long time are indispensable. He is a group of three people who carry the handle. After this disaster, the three groups of vitality were seriously injured, plus the fifth group that was destroyed by the army in the national security turmoil, and the fourth group with and without the same-Guoan VI The human resources of the group finally broke through the lowest point in history again.

Yu Jingzhong issued a calling order to Wu Er, the team leader stationed in the northeast, and knocked on the side several times, trying to let Zhou Hui release Chu River to rebuild the fourth group, but Zhou Hui did not relax.

If nothing had happened, he spent a lot of time at home with the Chu River, although the latter spent most of his time in a groggy state, and his weak and extremely weak body forced him to be silent and submissive.

But Zhou Hui doesn’t care.

He hugged Chu River and leaned on the sofa in the living room. Sometimes he would read to him. In the golden sunlight of late autumn, when Prince Karafu saw the proud princess Turandot for the first time, he fell in love with her. , Calling her name three times under the tower, announcing the scene of wanting to marry her.

Zhou Hui’s voice was deep, thick and full of magnetism, like a small stone throwing into the sun, bringing a circle of moving ripples.

This apartment hidden in a huge city is like a small island in the chaotic world. In the face of the lightning and wind and rain coming from afar, it is still fragile and short-lived.