I have special high-cold skills

"

The warm oiled paper bag was stuffed into his bosom, the temperature was like the sunshine in spring, although it was warm, it was hard to hide the slightest chill.

Fusheng bid farewell to Pei Qing with a smile all the way, with a pair of dark red pupils neither happy nor sad, until the end of the moon, he was left alone.

"Huh—" He took a deep breath, and threw away the cold pastry without hesitation.

——DICK!

What is your love, sir, I will not accompany you anymore!

As expected, another battle between light and darkness began in Erhai Lake. Even though the world does not distinguish between day and night, and four seasons, Fusheng is as motionless as a mountain.

According to common sense, the dark god who has just recovered is bound to die, and Fu Sheng has no doubts about it.But at this moment, he was so angry that he didn't bother to pay attention to this guy's behavior of courting death.Anyway, looking at his heroic and willing to die, he must have some cares, why should he meddle in his own business with a mouse.

Back to the courtyard where I lived for a long time, it was quiet.

The boy who he took care of since he was a child is no longer there.

He waited for 200 years, but it was only 18 years by his side. 18 years, compared to the countless tens of thousands of years in the past, it is not even a drop in the bucket.But his essence remains personal.Three people form a crowd, as a human being, maybe... In fact, he hates being alone?

The chaos of four o'clock in the day and night finally stopped on the fourth day.The sky broke suddenly, and the sun rose in the east as every day in the past.

Fu Sheng was a little dazed, he was still sulking at this moment, hesitating whether to lose face and stop Pei Qing from hitting a stone with an egg.

He took out the red hydrangea, stroked it gently a few times, and exerted his spiritual power to stimulate it. The red hydrangea floated high in the sky, a thick-long red thread flickered for a moment, and suddenly it broke as if it had been cut——

Fusheng's chest froze, and she watched in a daze as the broken red thread melted as quickly as if it was being burned, and finally completely disappeared into the sky.

The red hydrangea, which had lost its supply of spiritual power, fell straight down and rolled slowly at his feet.

The slight collision made him take a step back in horror.

The red thread of fate will not break easily, it will only become thinner, unless...the other party dies.

Fu Sheng bent down to pick up the red hydrangea, slipped and rolled down again, but this time it rolled directly outside the door.

The ball hit the front of a pair of shoes again, and was bounced by the momentum and rolled several times along the same path.A pair of jade-like hands picked it up, and the large white sleeves trimmed with silver fell to the ground, not stained with a trace of dust, and there were silver hairs gently drawing graceful arcs in it.

Fu Sheng pursed her lips and looked at him, traces appeared between her slightly frowning brows.

"you……"

The God of Light, who is dressed in white and has not been stained with dust, has untied silver hair. He is extremely handsome, with an indifferent expression, and his silver-gray eyes are cold and cool, just like the countless light years they have known each other.

That face is familiar and even clearly knows the unbiased value of the distance between the facial features.She looks exactly like Pei Qing, Guangshen, but...just one glance, and she recognized the difference as if she had opened the door.

"... Hongjun?"

"Old Time" with silver hair and white robe nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "Yes. I'm back." After speaking, he grabbed the red hydrangea and raised his foot to approach.

But Fu Sheng took a step back and sternly shouted: "Don't come over!"

Hongjun paused, and obediently stood where he was: "...Huh?"

Looking at those pair of waveless eyes, Fu Sheng hooked his hands and stimulated his spiritual power. From his perspective, he could clearly see that the originally disconnected red line was connected with extra tenacity between the two, thinking about everything that happened so far. , Fusheng made a bold idea.After calming down and calming down, he stared at Hongjun and said coolly, "I have a few questions for you."

Hongjun's eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he calmly said, "You ask."

Fu Sheng thought for a while and asked, "...Where's Pei Qing?"

"..." Hongjun didn't speak.

Fu Sheng asked coldly: "Say."

"Dead." Hongjun said.

Fu Sheng frowned but didn't say anything, then asked: "Where is Guangshen?"

"..." Hongjun's silver gray eyes moved: "Dead."

Fu Sheng pursed his lips: "How did you come back to life?"

Hongjun said, "I'm not dead."

Fu Sheng suddenly laughed: "But you're smart, right?"

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Hongjun's eyes, and then disappeared quickly.

Fu Sheng said, "The God of Light is you."

"……Yes."

"The Dark God is also you."

"Correct."

"The gods who have experienced rebirth in this world are all you."

"……Yes."

"Pei... the Dark God started to attack other gods, and created Ragnarok because...he knew that as long as he kills those gods, he can get what he wants, which is your resurrection?"

"Not bad." Hongjun fixed his eyes on Fusheng.

"If the God of Light merges with the Godhead of the God of Darkness, can you be resurrected?"

"good."

"What's the reason for not doing this?" Fu Sheng was still puzzled by this point.

Hongjun was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "My power complements the lost gods in this world, but there will only be one who can carry my soul, and the rest are just empty and superficial."

"...I think Guangshen retains some memories." Fu Sheng said.

"But it can only be memory." Hongjun said: "The stronger the body, the more you can get, not only memory, but also...emotion."

Fu Sheng was a little confused: "The God of Light didn't merge with the God of Darkness the first time...why did it happen the second time?"

Hong Jun said: "The real God of Light has no emotion and no desire, and after gaining part of my emotions, he can't really break away from love when he meets you. So the second time 'he' chose the correct path that he should have chosen out of curiosity."

"Where's Pei Qing? How much does he remember?"

Hongjun frowned suddenly: "It's not Pei Qing, it's the Dark God."

"What's the difference?" Fusheng couldn't understand Hongjun's overkill.

Hongjun didn't speak.

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Sheng stopped staring at this topic and continued to ask: "You haven't said anything yet, how much does he remember?"

Hongjun closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his silver-gray eyes looked a little irritable: "You are in love with him."

Fu Sheng sneered: "He? Who is he?"

With a flash of Hongjun's figure, he reached out behind Fusheng to wrap his arms around him.From this angle, Fu Sheng couldn't see his expression, but heard the man's low voice with a trace of fluctuation: "You chose the Dark God when you mistakenly thought that the Light God was me."

Fu Sheng blinked and satirized: "Do you still know why?"

Hongjun asked: "Why?" He tempted to commit crimes with emotionally charged interrogative sentences, but Fu Sheng was unmoved: "Because Guangshen, who is almost indistinguishable from you, has no emotion like you."

"Emotion...tune? What is that?"

"It's just..." Fusheng turned around, grabbed the back of Hongjun's neck, and bit his lip.His slightly cool thin lips were like jelly, soft and sweet, and he charged forward with suppressed anger, ravaging those thin lips, viciously like a wolf cub.

The kiss, which was completely devoid of lust and more violent, soon smelled of blood.

Kissing and kissing, tears slid down the face and flowed on the intertwined lips, the salty sweetness with blood filled the mouth.From the beginning to the end, Hongjun quietly let him move, holding his waist with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would fall.

Fu Sheng was out of breath, and pushed him hard, but didn't push him away.

He glared at him angrily, wiped his face hastily, and said in a hoarse voice, "Who the hell are you!! Why can't you say something before doing something! Tell me why it's hard for you? You're not very good What?!"

Hongjun looked at the angry person silently, his mouth was red and swollen ridiculously with blood stains, one hand grabbed the opponent's hand that was rubbing his face indiscriminately, and the other hand covered the pair of eyes that implied grievance, he gently covered the On the crackling and complaining lips, the movement was very light, like sunshine kissing snowflakes.Quietly close, as if to appease.

Unexpectedly, Fu Sheng seemed to be smoothed out by a big hand.

My heart seemed to calm down at that moment.

All the waiting has a perfect result, and all the sorrows have come to a complete end.

The incomprehension, anger, and grievances were all diluted by this person's words.

"Sorry to leave you alone."

It was as if a switch had been turned on, tears were streaming down, and the hand covering the eyes never moved away, with a comfortable and reassuring temperature.

— just a little bit of embarrassment, just for a while.

"There won't be a next time." Hongjun said, "I've been following you since you left."

"I'm afraid you're not used to the smog in the devil world. Luo Hu...talks a lot and is very noisy. I'm very unhappy after you are with him. Maybe you're really tired of me."

Fu Sheng just shook his head, sobbing and unable to speak.

"Hey, listen to me." Hongjun said: "I can give you whatever you want, but I don't know what you want most, and I don't want to give you... freedom. When I found out, I was already unwilling to let go .I'm sorry that you walked so resolutely."

"I can't bear you getting close to him, and I can't bear you looking at me with bored eyes..."

"I'm a little confused. I don't know what to do at this time."

"If you continue like this, you will only go further and further away. Since you can't wait, you can only break through and then stand up." Hongjun suddenly smiled: "I know, you still have me in your heart. I want to give it a try. If I'm not here Now, do you miss me?"

"...As long as you are willing to come to me, I will definitely think of you. No one knows me better than me, and understands how much I care about you." He let go of his covering hand and looked at Fu Sheng.

"Forgive me, okay, huh?"

"..." Fu Sheng looked at him, that silver hair was hanging softly behind Hong Jun, with mischievous strands brushing past his ears, reflecting his silver-gray eyes, like a wonderful ink painting.

Every stroke outlines the beauty and warmth