Two Love

The moonlight came out of the paper window and sprinkled cold on the ground.

The king lay quietly on the edelweiss bed, with a pale and quiet face. The alien teenager beside him stared at the king silently, with indelible tenderness in his eyes.

Feng Annihilation, are you really, don't you remember me?

Seven years ago, my relatives were sent to the gallows. I watched their lives pass by little by little at any time, until the blood flowed... Their eyes were gog out of their eyes, and they couldn't shed a tear. They were nailed to the stakes and looked at the sky with empty eyes... At my most desperate and painful time, you resolutely blocked my sight and rescued me from the dangerous abyss.

You gave me a strong name like a dark night, the curtain of the night.

I don't remember the seal.

He doesn't remember the teenager's bitterness and helplessness when he left his relatives. He doesn't remember the teenager's panic and uneasiness when the warm blood soaked in the teenager's cheeks.

He pressed the teenager's death on the ground in an attempt to calm the teenager's grief. The teenager struggled and shouted until he saw his relatives' bones dried by the wind...

... This is the unforgettable memory of the teenager.

Even if the picture is not beautiful. However, it was the annihilation that gave him a new life and freed him from pain.

However, the king even forgot that he had saved a teenager, an alien teenager who was called a night trap.

*

The night sled looked at the king lying on the soft couch, slightly distracted.

In this way, it makes him feel more at ease.

Although the king has lost his country, at least the king does not have to toss and turn in the glitz, nor does he have to bear too many inexplicable worries. The night curtain couldn't help raising his hand to straighten the strands of messy hair in front of his forehead for the king, and the real touch came from his fingertips, which made him inexplicably a little sad.

Seal annihilation, is it so that you can get rid of the hustle and bustle of the world?

There was a smile on the edge of the night's mouth, and his fingers brushed his soft lips, and suddenly felt infinite charm.

The night screen did not know what kind of mood he was in. He leaned down next to the king's pale face. The tip of his tongue swam away from the king's dry lips, and then the four lips were together. The picture was strange and beautiful.

The hair of the night screen fell into the king's neck, which was a little itchy. The king's eyes were still closed, but subconsciously he was still resisting the invasion of the strange breath. The warm breath spread on the lips for a long time.

The night's breath became short, and his hands trembled and took off the king's tattered prison robe, and the coagulated blood scab bloomed ferociously on the king's honey-colored skin. The pierced wound is really close to the heart. When the wound hurts, will the heart also tremble?

The night trap stared at the king, and his fingertips swam from the damaged body, as if to carve the tired scars into the bone marrow. Then he bent down and kissed the king's hair, like a devout believer. The gray prisoner robe slipped from his body, and the king's beautiful body was in the air, and the air became sticky and ambiguous.

*

The king suddenly opened his eyes.

The warmth of brewing for a moment was broken in an instant.

The blue eyes are like a sharp sword that cuts the deep night, tyrannical and indifferent. The king was obviously angered, and his dignity was easily touched by the sadness of others...

He resolutely pushed away the nightlight and pushed away his gentleness. Then he pressed him back under him at an incredible speed in the surprise of the night, and then entered without hesitation.

The night tight only felt a tear-like pain, which was more tragic than the war injury. Pain can only make his consciousness more clear. He endured the pain in his heart, but he did not dare to resist, nor could he resist. He was afraid that he would contain the wound that the king had just healed.

The king did not stop because of this. He withdrew calmly, and then went deeper again. The night curtain sobbed low in his throat, and his fingers almost fell into the edelweiss velvet quilt. A trace of hot blood slid out of his body, circling around and dyeing the snow-white quilt red.

*

The king's body is still cold.

It's like a dead body.

But the flowing blood proves that he is still alive. Live indifferently.

Even the burning lust can't warm his body.

His heart died seven years ago.

The night stern gradually fell asleep in the impact again and again. There was still pain and fatigue on his face. A trace of unbearance flashed in the king's eyes, and his furious heart gradually calmed down, and then stopped.

The long black hair poked lazily, against the smooth back, and the almost perfect body became more and more attractive.

He is still a child.

The king shook his head in some pain, and his fingers grabbed a wisp of blue hair and pulled it down fiercely.

Seven years, for the king, it's just a flash. His life expectancy is as long as thousands of years, which is too long for him to have too much time to waste.

Seven years is enough to make the alien teenager grow up. However, it was such a small measure that changed the life of the night.

The night shack should be grateful to him, but what he can repay the king is just a male body, that's all.

But that's just an accessory for the king. Can the so-called kindness be written off if the king hurts him like that? Or make him hate...

That doesn't matter. An arrogant king doesn't need that kind of sympathy. As long as he respects, as long as he is afraid, as long as he worships and worships like a god!

Then let him hate himself.

A bitter smile appeared in the king's mouth, and then he looked for a clean dress. When he left, he glanced at the night brim. He still closed his eyes and fell asleep in his dream. The king casually pulled the gray robe to cover the broken body of the night veil, and then resolutely turned away.

The seal opened the door gate, slightly pushed the door out a crack, and the bone-to-bone cold door came out, rendering a little sad and sad.

Sure enough.

The king thought for a little and went out of the door.

Seven figures suddenly appeared, blocking the way of the king. The head of the face seemed to be a little salute and said respectfully, "I have been waiting here for a long time. Please come with us. Qingyao teaches you for a request." Although there is respect in the words, there is no weakness at all, but there is a hidden threat.

The king settled his mind and pressed the restless breath of the green sword in his arms.

If it hadn't been for the person she sent, he would have done it long ago.

But obviously, the king doesn't want to do this. The man in the room was still asleep, and the king didn't want to wake him up. The old wound in his right arm has not healed, and his movement is still a little uncomfortable. He doesn't want to spend extra energy.

The man in white who seemed to be the leader in front of him has obviously not recovered. Naturally, no one knows the danger just now better than him. He vaguely saw a touch of green front in the king's arms, which seemed to tremble with the desire for blood. The man unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat. Qing Yao...? Why did the most sacred thing in the clan fall into the hands of foreigners? What's more frightening is why it is stained with bloodthirsty...

There was a faint smile in the king's eyes.

*

The wind stops.

When the sleeping teenager woke up, why was there no seal around him?

The night curtains looked around blankly, and the sword hanging by the bed had disappeared, as if it had disappeared out of thin air, suddenly like a dream.

There is only the real feeling of sourness and swelling from his body, and the broken prison clothes with the smell of blood.

The only thing he left behind.

Even the sword was taken away by him. The night curtain suddenly felt a dizzying sense of loss. Is he not as good as a sword for him?

He exchanged betrayal for physical pain and mental torture.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, forced his broken pain to get up and set foot on the way back. He should pay for his betrayal.

Every step is extremely difficult.

*

In the magnificent hall, the man holding the scepter leaned on the throne in the center of the hall with a tired face. Listening to the tedious numbers reported from left to right, he unconsciously took a nap.

It was not until his subordinates called him eagerly three times before he woke up. Naturally, he didn't just ask him anything, he didn't care at all, just looked around. Cen Hyun still stood aside silently, but the vacant position beside him seemed a little annoying.

He woke up and looked down at the hall and frowned dissatisfiedly. What about him? Haven't you come back yet?"

Your Highness knelt respectfully and listened to the instructions of the king. Obviously, he was stunned by this question, and then said, "What the king refers to is the night left envoy? Since he absconded with the prisoners, his subordinates have pursued him with all his strength, but there has been no message so far. Speaking of this, there were bean-sized beads of sweat dripping down in front of his forehead. He was afraid of angering Wang Shang and finding the disaster of killing himself.

However, he did not hear the king's angry rebuke. He looked carefully at the man in the hall, but saw that he was frowning and meditating. I can't help but wonder why as soon as the night left, the king suddenly became quieter, calm, and even gentler than before... Was it an illusion before?

Cen Youji waved his hand to signal him to go down. He is still immersed in his own world and doesn't want to wake up.

For a long time, there was no one around. Cen said, "Wang, do you still have to wait for him to come back?" The subtext is nothing more than to remind him that the nightt has betrayed Bai Yu.

He woke up and regained his cruel smile and said, "Why not? It seems that you are also curious about the end of his betrayal of me?

Cen Hyun doesn't say anything.

He knows the meaning of this sentence, but he is still puzzled. The king personally held him to this position, and how could he be willing to push him down from a high position?

Is his painstaking cultivation just to wait for his betrayal?

Cen Hyun saw more and more clearly that his king seemed to have all the changes related to the teenager...

His cruelty, indifference and selfishness are all caused by that teenager...

Cenxuan's eyes suddenly became fierce. It seemed that the time was coming.