After death with the master

Ning Sui looked at Zhou He quietly, and finally nodded.

Zhou He withdrew his gaze and looked at the two pieces of wood he touched casually: "Make two masks, give me an opinion?"

Ning Sui didn't even think about what to do with his puppet, let alone make a mask: "It's up to you."

In fact, Zhou He had already had an idea, but he just wanted to tease Ning Sui: "Then what do you want to do with your puppet?"

Ning Sui: "I haven't thought about it."

Zhou He lightly peeled the wood in his hand, and said: "You have made a lot of power-oriented puppets in a row, so that the weight of the puppet is also very considerable. Why don't you just take half of this Xuefeng Wujin wood this time and make it?" A quicker one."

He said softly: "Assassin, or in your official words, it looks like a dead soldier or a dark guard."

Ning Sui felt that his idea was good, but he was also dissatisfied: "But it's easy to lose the wind in this fight."

After all, he mainly wants to subdue demons and eliminate demons. Monsters are good at strength, and their strength is inherently superior to that of humans. Ning Sui used to rely on puppets to make up for it. Now that the puppets can't make up for it, he feels a bit like he has lost his arm. .

"You are so smart, but you always think of the simplest way to do things." Zhou He sighed: "Do you know why only warlocks can become the top mystic masters?"

Ning Sui was calm and serious: "Warlocks can use too much, and can also create too many derivatives. They are the only ones that don't require too much external force."

He really has always thought so.

However, Zhou He gave him a lesson with a smile: "Look, I said earlier that you always like to dig into horns, and you are not happy. Isn't this the case again?"

He slowly said: "Warlocks can climb to the top only because of their brains, not because it contains too many things, but because you have to use every inch of its strength just right. Why do you think I always said that if you are free, It's better to learn the others with me?"

Ning Sui answered very honestly: "You used to be afraid that there would be no successor after you died."

Zhou He: "..."

He stopped his hand, tilted his head to look at Ning Sui and smiled slightly: "Ning Ning, I won't have such worries."

Smart people always have temptations and catches in what they say and what they say.

Ning Sui and Zhou He were no exception even if they opened their hearts.

When Zhou He said this, Ning Sui lowered his eyes slightly.

He said he never had such worries before.

But how is it possible?

Obviously it was Zhou He himself who said that whether it is a human or a demon, lifespan will eventually come to an end.

And the only resentment that can live for a long time will not turn into a human being.

Even if it does, it's Mei, Mei's memory is incomplete and neurotic.

Ning Sui's hand holding the carving knife tightened slightly, and his tone was cold: "When the matter is resolved, I will learn from you."

Zhou He looked at him and nodded gently.

After finalizing what to do, Ning Sui dragged out a small basin from the side.

He squatted down, picked up the carving knife and scratched his hand, waiting for the bloodletting with a blank expression.

Zhou He smelled blood, paused for a moment, and turned his head to look over.

If he said he was distressed, of course he was distressed.

It's just that he knows that Ning Sui doesn't need such distress.

His Ningning is not weak.

When Ning Sui poured a small amount of blood, Zhou He saw that he hadn't stopped, so he put down the wood and carving knife in his hand and stood up.

He walked up to Ning Sui and held his wrist: "It's almost done."

Zhou He looked down at the not-so-deep but still bleeding wound on his hand, and took out the wound medicine and handkerchief that he carried with him to bandage him: "You always make me regret that I was responsive to you before."

He said helplessly: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have searched for this Wujinmu for you."

Ning Sui quietly watched him bandage him, and said calmly, "You will find it for me. Besides, it's nothing, just a small injury."

"Not at all." Zhou He sighed: "Now I regret taking you to the extreme north. In fact, you can wait for me to come back here and control this matter..."

"It's about me."

Ning Sui interrupted him expressionlessly: "Because it has something to do with you."

Zhou He wrapped the handkerchief for him, and paused in rubbing the blood stains on the side of his palm, then he pinched Ning Sui's wrist, cupped his face with the other hand, and stamped the blood on the side of his lips. The next kiss, in response to his express love and the word "like" implicitly expressed.

His deep eyes were full of tenderness and tenderness, and there were emotions that Ning Sui couldn't understand.

Before Ning Sui could catch it, Zhou He lowered his eyelashes and helped Ning Sui stand up: "Next time, go to the palace and get the other puppet you made too?"

Ning Sui looked at him and nodded silently.

Making puppets with Xuefeng ebony wood is not as easy as making puppets in Tanzhou fantasy.

Every knife had to be done by Ning Sui himself, and it took a lot of time just to carve out a shape in the first step.

By the time Ning Sui had carved out the approximate shape, Zhou He had already finished making a mask slowly.

He leaned over to take a look at Ning Sui's movements. Ning Sui was carrying the wooden piece that was about as tall as him and barely human-shaped with both hands, ready to move it to the table.

Zhou He looked at him with a stern face and tried hard, got up helplessly and walked over to help him: "When will you learn to ask me for help?"

With Zhou He's help, this heavy thing can be put on the table easily.

Ning Sui sat down beside Zhou He with a blank face: "I can do it myself."

It's not that he doesn't want to trouble Zhou He, it's just that Ning Sui has always done what he can do, so there's no need to waste it.

Zhou He rubbed his head, and hung the mask he made on his face: "It's not a question of whether you can do it, at least you have to make me feel that I am still useful to you, right?"

He turned Ning Sui's face and made Ning Sui face him: "Let me see."

The mask made by Zhou He is not very complicated, but it uses folk ghosts, which looks a bit creepy.

He nodded in satisfaction, and took it off for Ning Sui: "In this way, no one will dare to talk to you."

His Ning Ningsheng is too good-looking, and people always cast their eyes on him.

Zhou He casually stroked the ghost eyes on the mask, thinking that he had to hide him.

Ning Sui doesn't care if the mask looks good or not, even if Zhou He makes him a pig's head mask, he can wear it.

So he just lowered his eyes and continued with his business.

Such a day is really rare for both of them.

Even in Wugui Mountain back then, after Ning Sui was able to complete the puppet by himself, Zhou He never made a puppet with him again.

Therefore, even Ning Sui couldn't help being a little distracted.

He sculpted in silence for a while, half of his mind was on the puppet, and the other half was on Zhou He.

Zhou He's breathing, the sounds made by movements, and even the faint scent of incense mixed with the smell of sawdust lingering at the tip of his nose were all the culprits that distracted him.

Ning Sui separated the joints, and before he finished carving the details, he got up and wanted to go out.

He just took a step, Zhou He's hand grabbed his sleeve: "If you want to find a material to replace the bone, I remember that I left a steel wire in your room after you left, as if you put a carving knife on it. next to the drawer."

Ning Sui looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhou He laughed: "Did I distract you?"

He spread his hands: "But I want to stay with you."

Ning Sui didn't say a word, Zhou He said slowly: "All right, if you really don't like it, then I'll go to my own place."

That's what he said, but Zhou He didn't lift his foot at all.

Ning Sui said indifferently, "Sit."

It's not like he can't do two things at once.

Wanting to go out for a walk is actually just wanting to blow the cold wind to calm the mind.

If Zhou He were to leave, he would probably be even more restless.

Ning Sui took out a box of iron wires from the drawer, and Zhou He took it over to help him connect the puppet's parts.

Ning Sui did not refuse his help, but just held the puppet's head and picked up the carving knife to continue carving.

The two sat together for a whole day.

When the puppets stood up in series and Ning Sui raised his hand to squirt blood to form the puppet, it was already very late outside.

At least those puppets in No Return Mountain were all silent.

Zhou He looked at the unremarkable puppet he made, and raised his eyebrows: "How long has it been since you fought in close quarters? Do you still remember what I taught you?"

He paused: "But I didn't teach you much, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Sui flicked the string to withdraw it from the puppet, and jumped on him.

Zhou He raised his lips and turned sideways to avoid the knife in his hand. He leaned back, turned the chair around, and when he got up, the chair flew out and hit Ning Sui.

Ning Sui didn't even blink his eyelids, he turned his head aside and continued to pester Zhou He.

Although there is a lot of space in this room, there are also a lot of sundries. It is not good to practice skills.

Therefore, both of them walked out of the house with a tacit understanding and jumped into the yard.

Ning Sui's manual skills were all taught by Zhou He.

Although Zhou He often joked that the disciples taught the disciples to starve to death of the master, but if they really wanted to fight, Zhou He still seemed to be very comfortable.

He hadn't taken the initiative to make any moves, he had been using his strength to fight, and he had already suppressed Ning Sui very passively.

"You really know how to pick." Zhou He smiled and stretched out his hand to grab the hand knife he swept over again, and turned Ning Sui's whole body in the air with a light turn: "I am not low in this area."

Ning Sui landed on the ground to stabilize his body, pulled his hand back suddenly, and lifted his foot to sweep his legs, but Zhou He had completely mastered his strength, and easily grabbed his ankle again, forcing Ning Sui to stop. Break free without shedding force.

He knew that Zhou He was powerful.

It is precisely because of this that his desire to fight is always aroused.

Especially every time he saw Zhou He make a move, that casual, natural and relaxed posture made Ning Sui's blood boil even more.

It is difficult for a person like Ning Sui to have emotional fluctuations.

But the emotion of wanting to have a hearty battle with Zhou He has always lingered in his mind.

Even he belongs to Mu Qiang.

But if Zhou He didn't make a move, Ning Sui would inevitably feel a little unhappy: "Do it."

Zhou He backed away in a very relaxed posture, while raising his hands in surrender: "It's okay to fight with you and be familiar with it, but if I make a move, it's bullying a child."

That's why he backed all the way, and everyone had already retreated into the bedroom.

Ning Sui coldly flung out his string.

Zhou He laughed, turned aside, and took advantage of the opportunity to call Ning Sui into the room.

The moment Ning Sui's string was stuck into the wall, he retracted it again. He raised his hand and swung it, bullying himself: "Come on."

His lifting of the thread was straight towards Zhou He, although there was no killing intent, but the sharpness did not hold back at first glance.

Zhou He stood on the spot and sighed: "You insist on this."

Before Ning Sui answered, Zhou He's raised lips became a little dull, and his movements were not as lazy as before.

He raised his hand to stop and pull, and easily controlled Ning Sui's thread in his hand, while the other hand also grabbed Ning Sui's hand knife, his speed was so fast that people could hardly see what he was doing Yes, just looking intently, he saw that he folded Ning Sui's hands behind his back, and pressed him against the side cabinet.

Zhou He pressed Ning Sui's left hand and his lower back with one hand, and pulled his right hand back by pulling his handle with the other hand.

Ning Sui only felt a pain when his chest hit the wooden cabinet, but he didn't even frown, but before he lifted his feet, Zhou He slightly pressed down on his knees, completely restricting his whole body .

Zhou He smiled and tightened his grip on the lifting thread: "I said, I'm going to bully the kids."

Ning Sui raised his head and looked at him sideways, his eyes were indifferent, but he didn't pull back his strength, but he really couldn't break free.

Zhou He lowered his eyes, watching his white and thin neck draw a graceful arc in front of him, looking at the blue veins hidden under his skin, and his frail neck that could be easily controlled by him.

Zhou He's Adam's apple rolled, knowing that this fight could not go on.

He lowered his head and kissed Ning Sui's head, and used his body to press down the hand that was restrained by him behind his back, but the free hand held Ning Sui's head and forced Ning Sui to maintain this somewhat awkward movement.

Ning Sui noticed that Zhou He's breathing was a bit heavy, which was different from the few kisses in the past.

This time it seemed to be mixed with something else.

But he couldn't think about it at all, and he couldn't think about it at all.

His whole body was controlled by Zhou He, such a strange feeling made his spine unconsciously feel a sense of crisis.

The kiss that Zhou Heluo gave was extremely short compared to the previous one.

Perhaps it was because he was afraid that he would be so uncomfortable.

After Zhou He passed his breath, he let go of Ning Sui's head.

Ning Sui turned his head back, but Zhou He's Adam's apple slipped out of the corner of his eye.

he swallowed...

Ning Sui's brain was almost blank for a moment, and it was more exciting than when he shrunk down in the charm of Chigui Town.

This feeling is different from the feeling at that time, but it is inexplicably consistent.

Because they also made Ning Sui lose all his ability to think, even the strength of his struggle was swallowed by Zhou He.

But Zhou He had to bow his head at this time.

His chest was pressed against Ning Sui's back, Ning Sui felt his neck sprayed with his breath, and before he could react, Zhou He kissed the protruding bone of his neck.

That kiss directly caused Ning Sui's clenched hands to tighten suddenly, and his whole body became tense and straight.

Zhou He's hand was wrapped around the other end of his lifting wire, and Zhou He naturally sensed his tension and movements.

But he didn't leave, instead he rubbed his lips against that spot, pressed against the back of Ning Sui's neck and said, "Don't be nervous."

His voice was hoarse and deep, completely different from the warm and lazy in the past.

Now Zhou He is like a lion waking up, pinning his prey under his claws, but he is not cold and wants to tear the food.

With full of love, he gently comforted the man who showed a little fear under his sharp claws, and slowly calmed down his disbelief and bewilderment with his own light kisses.

Zhou He knew that Ning Sui was not only blank in this regard, but had never heard of contact.

This is indeed his problem.

After all, Ning Sui grew up with him, and he never told Ning Sui these things.

After all, it was really embarrassing to teach this before.

It is even more embarrassing if the master sends those pictures to the apprentice.

But now it's different.

Zhou He looked at Ning Sui who was led into bed by him, but his mind was still in confusion.

He gently twisted the cassock that only he could untie, leaned over and kissed Ning Sui's lips, with a gentle tone: "Ning Ning, let me make up for you the lessons I didn't teach you before."

The candles in the house were flickering, and the warm fire light illuminated the house little by little, and the scorching temperature also spread along the climb.

Crimson finally showed its brilliance, adding the most beautiful color to this cold night and secluded mountains.

Ning Sui is indeed able to bear pain, but there are some things that he can hardly bear.

With a look that had never appeared on his face and slightly red eyes, he clenched the string in his hand, but Zhou He opened it up little by little.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhou He bowed his head and kissed the end of his eyes, which made those eyelashes tremble like butterfly wings.

At this moment, Ning Sui's eyes are like soft and magnificent petals. When all the coldness is wiped away, but all the sharpness and coldness are melted, then he is just a beautiful flower blooming .

A delicate flower that only peels off all its thorns and shells in front of Zhou He.

Zhou He's voice was deep and hoarse, and it was tinged with an indescribable color to a pleasant degree, like the whisper of an evil spirit, and Ning Sui was willing to sink into it.

He was controlled by Zhou He, but he didn't have the slightest desire to resist.

He even let go of his right hand, and stopped torturing himself and Zhou He at the other end with the string.

He raised his right hand, and before he could lift anything, Zhou He grabbed it and pinned it to his neck.

"Don't be afraid."

Following these two words, Ning Sui was pushed into the vortex.

……

Zhou He lowered his head and kissed his lips, and lightly licked the bite mark he left on his lower lip: "Don't bite, you will bleed later."

Ning Sui pressed his lips tightly together to suppress his muffled moans. He raised his left hand to push Zhou He, but Zhou He pressed both of his hands into his palm: "It's not impossible to escape."

He smiled lowly: "Call brother."

Ning Sui's response to him was a cold stare that was not threatening or even cold.

……

After all, the night is long and lingering.

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