mistle was severely beaten with a hundred sticks, and the place of punishment was not far from the cell where xuan long was being held, he did not want xuan long to hear, he did not say a word, and finally he was dragged back by the jailer like a dead fish, and as soon as the cell door was opened, it was thrown to the ground.
a series of piercing blood stains opened on the snow-white prison uniform, and mistle was lying on his back on the ground, xuan long did not dare to touch him, for fear of hurting him, only dared to hold his hand.
"mistle..."
mistle barely opened his eyes, felt a wet touch coming from his face, and his gaze gradually focused, he saw the mist of water in the man's ice-green eyes, and it was xuan long crying.
it turned out that he was very important to him, and he cried for me.
mistle was even a little happy in his heart, even the wounds on his body didn't seem to hurt so much, he laughed, and the sound he made was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
"apo... don't be upset. "
"i said... i have nine lives, this one is gone, there are eight left.
"so... don't be sad for me... as long as you protect yourself, you will be fine..."
xuan long knelt beside him, there was no expression on his cold face, but in the strange green pupils, tears flowed silently, falling down his thin cheeks, his lips trembling, and his voice was clumsy and hoarse.
"i'm sorry... i'm sorry. "
"i'm sorry for what..." mistle used all his strength to gently shake xuan long's hand, smiling as he did at first sight that day, and he looked at the dim and damp air above. it's me, i'm going to haunt you. "
"who made little master like you..."
"i know... in this life, we are impossible, and we all blame me for meeting you too late..."
"if there is a next life... i'm lucky enough to have a place next to your pillow..." mistle turned his head hard to look at xuan long, his ice-blue eyes flashed with tiny light, and his rosy face was now pale.
xuan long's heart was dull and painful, what was good for sleeping on his pillow, the old dragon in the young clan once said that he was the face of the lone star of heaven, no one would love him in this life, and even if he did, he would be killed alive.
in the past, he didn't quite go to his heart, but now he had some faith, otherwise why would the only being in the world who really treated him end up like this?
"...... we don't need to live in the next life, in this life, we can be together. "
so, you have to live well.
"really? mistle was genuinely pleased.
xuan long: "hmm. "
"then we said okay... you are not allowed to repent. mistletoe had tears coming out of the corners of her eyes.
xuan long: "hmm. "
"no remorse."
"we said yes, we're going to suzhou."
"well..." mistle smiled and closed his eyes, unable to hold back his long coma.
xuan long raised his hand, bit his wrist, and gently squeezed mistle's cheeks, dripping blood into his mouth.
when awake, mistle is reluctant to take his blood or dragon scales.
so that the old wounds on mistle's body have not been good until now, and now that new injuries have been added, if they are not cured, he will definitely not be able to hold on.
with the loss of blood in his body, xuan long's vision became a little loose, and his dizziness and stomach ached, fortunately, mistle still had the instinct to swallow, and after feeding him a lot of blood, xuan long curled up next to him and rested.
in the middle of the night, heavy footsteps came from far away in the cold cell, and after a loud noise, the cell door was opened, and yan yi, who was wearing a dark cloak, walked in, gently picked up the man on the ground, coldly glanced at the bloodied mistletoe, and turned and walked out of the cell door.
he was covered in cold frost, and it was cold outside, xuanlong woke up not long after being taken out of the cell, and his consciousness gradually returned to the cage, and he found himself in the arms of yan yi.
looking up from below, the other person's jaw was tight, his lips were tight, and there was no expression on his face. it had just rained tonight, the ground was damp, the shadows of the trees behind him were mottled, and there were several guards and eunuchs not far away, including chen yan.
sure that he was not dreaming, xuan long moved his body, he did not want to have any intimate contact with this person anymore, and struggled to get off the ground.
"let go of me."
yan yi's eyes were dark, and the arms that imprisoned xuan long did not move at all, but tightened: "don't mess with me anymore." "
xuan long didn't know what he was angry about again, mistle was still in prison, he didn't have the capital to make yan yi unhappy, so he stayed quietly in his arms and didn't move.
yan yi returned to the qiankun palace with a man in a prison uniform, and when he entered the door, the purple gold nanmu round table was already full of delicious dishes, steamed fish, longjing shrimp, ginseng hen soup, roasted sauce duck, etc. there were more than a dozen, and there were several snacks that had never been seen before.
xuan long was placed barefoot on a stool by the table, and yan yi sat down beside him and put chopsticks on the bowl in front of him.
"eat."
xuan long pursed his lips and did not move.
yan yi waited for a while and frowned, "talking to you, are you deaf?" "
xuan long's eyes fell on the table full of exquisite dishes, and he whispered, "what do you want to do, just say it." "
"i told you to eat." yan yi's face was cold.
there was hunger in his belly, but at this time, where xuan long could eat, he looked down: "but i want dragon scales." "
"if you don't eat it, forget it."
yan yi had to stand up, and the next moment xuan long was picked up unexpectedly, the imbalance of his body made him instinctively encircle yan yi's neck, and soon, his body was thrown on the soft bed, and yan yi deceived him, impatiently tearing off the dusty dirty prison clothes on his body.
"hmm..."
"don't do this with you..."
xuan long resisted himself, but it was not long before he was stripped clean, and yan yu imprisoned him in his arms and violently pushed him upwards, xuan long put his hands on his shoulders, and repeated in his mouth.
"don't do this with you..."
"don't... do it with you. "
yan yi didn't care at first, but after listening more, he cared, biting on xuan long's shoulder in exchange for a suppressed hum. yan iris's eyes were cold.
"not with me, who else do you want to work with?"
xuan long was already uncomfortable because of blood loss, yan yi still had to toss him like this, he was angry, angry that he clearly had an empress to deceive him sincerely, angry that he was weak and widowed, and treating him half a good was mixed with purpose.
xuan long's body was soft and soft on yan yi's shoulder, and he was dumbfounded.
"with whom ... none with you. "
"look for death."
yan yi buckled his waist, determined to give him some color to see. it can be seen that the man's breathing is really tight, but he can't bear it, his eyes fall on his bulging abdomen, remembering that day he moved the tire and almost died, so he slowed down.
he may have been really crazy, most of the night without sleeping and running to the cell to find this man, all lying on the bed, the face of xuan long floating in his mind lingered.
what the hell are you doing? ......
"liar."
xuan long's low murmur attracted yan iris's attention again, his green eyes drooped low, his waterfall-like long hair covered his cheeks, and the swallow kite's body fell all over, the two were close together, clearly doing the most intimate things, but it seemed to be moving away irresistibly.
"...... swindler. "
"it's all fake..."
"liar."
the accusation fell on yan yu's heart, making him feel very uneasy, and the big palm clasped the back of xuan long's head forcing him to raise his head, and his lips blocked his lips, kissing him viciously, blocking all those words that made him hate.
xuan long was full of heat, and when he was not very awake in the back, yan yu laid him down on the bed and gently kissed his cheek, from his forehead to his eyelids, to the bridge of his nose and lips. yan yi propped up his upper body, immersed in his heat, and was reluctant to leave, his palm covered with xuan long's well-defined face, looking at his eyes with abnormal scarlet.
"if you are good, i will be good to you."
don't me off again...
no one knew how angry xuan long was whenever he saw xuanlong being good to the fox demon, and when he stepped forward for the fox demon in a critical moment.
luan feng temple.
on the bed late at night, ning zhiyu couldn't sleep, and what happened today left a deep mark in his heart, so that there was no drowsiness at all.
that xuan long was actually pregnant with yan iris's child...
"what are you soft-hearted about?" why didn't he urge him to dig out xuan long's heart! "
the demon's icy voice sounded in his head at an inopportune time.
"am i soft-hearted? ning zhiyu murmured and repeated.
"i have deliberately taken medicine according to what you said, and accelerated the deterioration of my condition, is it useful?"
"it's the swallow kites that are soft in the heart... he was not willing to let xuan long die at all. "
demon lord: "that's because you're not fierce enough!" "
"look at yourself, how many useful things have you done so far?!"
ning zhiyu laughed miserably, "how can you ever know him better than i do, if he really doesn't care about a person, where do he have the kung fu to see the other party's half eyes, xuan long is pregnant with his child, he is disgusted with his mouth, in fact, he ran to the prison in the middle of the night to bring people back." "
"is your demon really useful..."
"self is useful!" the demon lord had no doubt about this.
when he was alive, he used the devil to deceive the devil for his brother, and the devil man was originally dead or alive, and this devil was dead to his brother, and later when he was kicked out of the house by his brother, he was discouraged and blew himself up.
how could it not be useful.
"your body is too weak, if you don't do it again, i will have to look for a host again, and then the demon will fail, and you will regret it too late!"
"be self-sufficient."
leaving a harsh word, the demon lord perched inside ning zhiyu's body and did not open his mouth again.
ning zhiyu lay on his back on the bed, his hands hanging on the quilt slowly clenched, and his desperate eyes closed.
the long-term affair was finally over, xuan long was blind and wanted to sleep, yan yi did not allow him to sleep, carried him back to the table, filled a bowl of chicken soup that the palace people had warmed, held the bowl, and fed it to xuan long's lips with a spoon.
"open your mouth."
xuan long turned his pale face away and refused to look at him.
as soon as yan yi had eaten enough, he still had some patience and advised without expression: "don't lose your temper, you are too thin, and you will fall into the womb in a few days, so that your body will not be able to hold on." "
"nice."
when the bowl and spoon were handed over again, they were blocked by xuan long's raised hand, and the bowl was poured on yan iris, and the hot soup penetrated the clothes and burned the skin.
yan yi stood up violently and slapped him.
"don't give a face no face!"
with a loud 'pop', xuan long was beaten over the head, and the mask was taken off when he just did it, leaving no protection on his face, leaving five clear fingerprints.
lined with the vicious scars, it looked even uglier.
but yan yi felt his heart tingle, his eyes were broken, he turned and left, and the door was slammed with a harsh sound.
the cold wind outside the palace poured in, xuan long covered his lips and coughed, his palms were suddenly wet, he slowly opened his palms and looked at them, it turned out to be blood.