Sick Beauty [Rebirth] - Chapter 124

The night is like water.

Bamboo House.

The slender fingertips touched his eyebrows.

But it seemed to pinch his neck, pressing against the tip of his heart.

He can’t move.

Can’t even think.

“I hope…the immortal grows up.” Demon Lord said hoarsely.

He raised his head slightly, and piously stamped a kiss on the other’s fingertips.

The other party did not speak, but the other chained hand slowly stroked the back of his head and gently pressed him into his arms.

He smelled a cold fragrance.

Floating on the end of his nose. Like moonlight. Like ice and snow. Like the snow flower he held in his palm many years ago.

The fragrance formed an invisible net, completely enveloped him, and taught him to fall into a whirlpool, with nowhere to escape.

Why is it so.

Mozun couldn’t understand.

Obviously he was not the person imprisoned, nor was the person who clinked the chains on his limbs, but in the squeaky sound, he seemed to be entangled with silk thread every inch of his flesh and blood. His blood was rushing, and his ferocious animality taught him that he couldn’t help but want to turn over and grab the prey’s neck and bite it, but the ups and downs of warmth that made people nostalgic left his little humanity to survive.

He is greedy for this warmth and wants to keep more.

Yuehua Liuzhao.

Ye Yunlan’s pure white hair pouring down like snow on the Demon Lord’s chest.

He bowed his head to kiss the handsome face of Demon Zun.

It’s just that such a move seems a bit difficult for him.

It seemed that something was involved, his eyebrows were gently frowned, and the golden eyes were condensed with water, as if it were about to drip on the cheeks of the demon lord.

He asked Mozun: “How?”

Demon Lord looked at his face piously and obsessively, and said: “Very…very good.”

Ye Yunlan: “You forgot to run the exercises.”

Mozun: “Am I…forgot?”

Ye Yunlan: “You forgot.”

When speaking, Ye Yunlan looked a little tired and tired. He is already very tired.

So the movement was temporarily stopped.

The water-like moonlight outside the window immersed his thin back, and the wind blew his shoulders and white hair, some of which brushed on the demon’s cheeks.

The demon murmured: “The fairy is here…it’s so quiet.”

The noisy wailing sound in my ears has ceased, and the undulating shadows around him have stopped dancing, dormant on the side. Rarely, he heard the worms cry outside the window.

Ye Yunlan said?: “Really.”

Demon Zun’s red eyes were full of obsession.

He said: “It seems that I can gradually see some colors clearly. Only the colors on the master’s body are…”

Ye Yunlan took a breath and repeated?: “…Is that so?”

Suddenly a little confusion appeared on the face of Demon Venerable.

“Why are all Master’s hair…white? And Master’s eyes…”

Ye Yunlan did not answer.

It’s just that the chain on his body has made a fine sound again, and the warm spiritual power is transferred into the body of the demon venerable through the exercise.

His movements were slow and difficult, tears hung in the golden pupils overlooking the Demon Venerable, and there were some things that the Demon Venerable could not see or distinguish.

Thrilling.

Those boundless hostility entangled in his chest was washed away by the warm current, and his broken blood-red world, on the land full of blood and corpses, actually gave birth to a pure white flower.

He has a pure land that belongs to him alone.

And he felt the rare warmth and tranquility in the pure land.

The inextricable madness and obsession that had accumulated for more than 30 years seemed to have finally found its source. The disorganized brain barely regained the ability to think soberly in the turmoil of the warm current.

So he stubbornly rolled around in this pure land, reluctant to leave for a long time, and even wanted to encroach on more land to absorb more warmth.

But suddenly he felt a drop of hot tears dripping on his cheeks.

When I opened my eyes, I saw white hair like frost and moonlight flowing.

His master lay down on his chest with exhaustion, like soft spring snow spreading out.

The heavy chains were handcuffed to his limbs, and a dazzling red was worn on his wrist bones.

The devil was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly he raised his hand and hugged this handful of snow cautiously into his arms, as if embracing the treasure that he cherished the most, but was about to be broken.

He unfastened the chains of each other’s limbs and kissed the other’s pale cheek again, whispering ?.

“Master, I’m sorry…”