[Holy Biography] Behind-the-scenes BOSS Struggle

Due to the fact that it is adjacent to the Daji Ravita, the slaves with the highest level of craftsmanship and manufacturing in the heaven, the royal palace of the Vedanta family is luxurious and magnificent. The temporary dormitory specially prepared for the king of Asura, no matter the decoration or the utensils, is naturally made by Vedanta. The ones carefully selected by people are comparable to the status of King Asura, and they are not at the level of Shanjian City.

It’s just that amidst the flames of war and panic, in the past it seemed that it was specially decorated to suit King Ashura’s preferences and was decorated more elegantly and quietly. The building, which seemed to be the source of the world, is now more ironic, as light as a gauze, with the wind blowing in from the window But the floating curtains, in this empty but quiet environment, show the sadness of everything gone after the glitz, and the occasional crying and howling from the city intensifies the painful loneliness of others.

Perhaps the emotions permeated in this dead-like space are just the portrayal of the owner's heart.

When Di Shitian walked in, his footsteps paused slightly, and he stood with lowered eyes for a moment, and then followed his breath to find the past.

Sitting on the wide slab under the window, Xin He looked out, the unquenchable flames of Vedanta City alternated bright and dark on the other party's face, and there was an obscure feeling in the dark room. dark.

"Everyone's corpses have been restrained, and they are enshrined in the Vedanta temple to enjoy peace. When we leave, we will take them back to Ashura City."

Di Shitian approached the other party, half-kneeling in front of him, "It's just that you need to be patient for a while. After all, Vedanta City has suffered such a great destruction, we can't just let it go."

Hearing the sound, Xin He turned his head slightly to the side, and looked at Di Shitian, who was close at hand, with an unexpectedly calm expression.

King Asura's emotions have always been hidden deep in the abyss that no one can explore. His behavior does not necessarily represent his true will.

His heart was cold and hard, and he stood a step away indifferently watching others being happy or distressed for him, entangled and tossing and sleeping but never touched.

It seems that he will not draw his mind to anything except the existence that he values ​​​​and can give everything for.

Few people can know this, so few people can really get the attention of King Asura and get his attention, instead of being deceived by false illusions of tenderness.

Therefore, the king who let go of his smile and the people he came into contact with are unique.

Even Asu Yun, the leader of the twelve generals, has never seen his king's true side revealed in front of him.

He was the first to see the fully awakened king who lost his last trace of weakness.

This is, the real Asura King.

Di Shitian looked at the other party's golden and jade-like cold eyes, paused, and said in a low voice: "You can't make any more mistakes, and let Shan Jiancheng have a reason to criticize, my king."

As he spoke, he turned his attention to the dried blood on the opponent's chest, "Are you injured? After going through such a difficult battle, let me heal you, okay?"

Xin He was silent for a long time, then slowly lowered his head, and followed Di Shitian's words to look at the battle armor he was wearing.

He said flatly: "This is not my blood."

Di Shitian was silent for a moment, looked up at Xin He and said, "Master Wu Shasi's? Don't you want to take off this armor?"

Xin He didn't answer, but just looked back at Di Shitian.

There were bandages on his shoulders and arms that he had just simply wrapped up, and there were even some halos of blood that could not be dealt with in time because they were too busy to deal with the aftermath of the battle.

Xin He stretched out his pale fingers, and touched the blood on Di Shitian's shoulder. The next moment, with the dizzy faint light, the power of the warm face penetrated through the muscles to soothe the painful nerves and sort out the blood vessels. and muscles.

That was the phantom power repairing the serious injury he had been hit by the power of the demon of the dark world.

After a moment of astonishment, Di Shitian firmly grasped Xin He's hand and pulled away the contact between his fingertips and his skin.

At the end of the battle, the opponent had to use the enchantment power to protect the Dajirovidas to defeat the enemy. He didn't know how much this continuous use of power could continue to overdraw.

"It doesn't matter," Xin He said indifferently: "I won't be defeated because of this little power consumption."

Di Shitian didn't accept his explanation, instead he stretched out his other hand, lifted it up, and touched the cold skin on the usually warm cheek of the Flame Lord without any surprise.

"I am willing to help you with all my abilities. Whether it is the established star path or the planned future, I will change it for you. Even if I smash the stars and destroy the world, I will fulfill your wish. "

Di Shitian stared at him, and said softly: "As I said just now, this is the agreement I am willing to make with you. Even death will not change my determination."

So your pain, please allow me to bear it for you.

Xin He raised his hand and pressed the bony palm on his cheek, lowered his eyes, and looked at Di Shitian quietly for a long time.

"A promise...I see."

He pushed Di Shitian away and stood up, touching the buckle on his armor with his fingers.

The "bang" sound of hitting the floor sounded one after another, and the heavily loaded battle armor was removed one by one.

Di Shitian knelt aside, watching Xin He's unhurried movements, leaving only a layer of thin brocade robes to protect his skin, then turned and walked to a side room in the dormitory.

He remained silent for a moment, then propped himself up without saying a word, and followed behind Xin He.

Since he slept with Wang all the time, he naturally knew what was built in the room Shin-hyuk entered.

The wide stone walls made of white jade are smooth and smooth, and the steaming pool water that was taken care of by waiters in the past before use is now cold and still, as if it is bitingly cold.

"You will get what you want, Indra."

It seems that such an indistinguishable scene is also mixed in the mind with a lot of memories, but the non-stop complaining at that time seems to have become an illusion.

Facing the same person, he knows that no matter how dissatisfied the future self who has lost his proper memory, he will not have the slightest dislike for the man in front of him.

Xin He, who was standing in the center of the pool, did not turn his head back. With the power of the flames, the spring water in the pool began to heat up, and even steamed. He spoke slowly in a deep and calm voice through the hazy mist.

"I've already promised you, so now, let me see how far you can go."

As I got into the water, there were waves of ripples on the surface of the pool, but the water surface up to the height of the waist and abdomen could not cover the whole scenery, but the hem of the cloth that was blocking it had already been soaked and floated along with it On the water, make everything looming.

Di Shitian felt that his breathing had become disordered.

The strides that I tried to control so well were completely crazy when I hugged people into my arms. The tight muscles betrayed my inner urgency, and my fingers couldn't wait to explore along the collar, touch the smooth and desolate skin, rub everything Wherever it touches, it never misses a single omission.

The king leaning on him allowed him to move, and even retreated to the edge of the pool after being implicated by his actions, he was just stiff, without any resistance.

The blood pumped his heart violently like never before, and Di Shitian couldn't even control his behavior, and his clear thoughts were lost.

He tightened the fit so that there was no omission between the two, and all the reactions of the body were transmitted to the other party in the most authentic way. Compared with the king who still seemed a little indifferent, he could only put his head on Xin He's. Shoulders, panting heavily, trembling the stretched muscles under the skin, lest they do something unforgivable and make the other party completely loathe him.

Xin He seemed to understand him, and after a slight pause, he gave the most comforting consolation to the child he had personally raised in front of him.

He stroked Di Shitian's forehead, his slender fingers ran into the other's long hair, approached his ear, and whispered, "You are a very important person to me, Di Shitian."

Just this soft murmur made Di Shitian completely unable to control himself.

He kissed Xin He fiercely, entangled the other's lips like biting, and refused to let go of even a second of separation.

His hands were also constantly searching for each other, and the never-before-promised intimacy made Di Shitian almost have a dreamlike illusion of panic, but he still didn't have the ability to stop and calm down.

For this person in front of me, I have been longing for, pursuing, and always, no matter what death or difficulty I encounter, I am not willing to give up, and I don't want to put anything in my eyes or heart.

This is his belief, this is his light, and this is the only meaning he has to live in this world and stagger away from the dross to pursue the future.

His chest was rubbed vigorously, and the teeth that were clenching his throat fiercely just now moved down impatiently, leaving more marks on his skin.

The waist and abdomen were tightly bound by the powerful arms, and even breathing became more and more difficult. Xin He had to raise his head and straighten the airway so that he would not feel more uncomfortable due to lack of oxygen.

There was a sudden gasp, and even he couldn't guard against the opponent's movement, slipped and fell into the water.

The aroused water splashed on the jade wall by the pool and left pools of water stains. Xin He, who had already dived to the bottom of the water, was in no mood to take care of it. The unprecedented experience gave him a huge stimulus. It was the first time he was cared for In his stagnant state of mind, unspeakable confusion also arose for a moment.

He tightly grasped the white hair floating in front of his eyes, and his fingertips had already pressed into the skin of the opponent's shoulders to form a concave arc amidst the pressure of death.

I don't know the passage of time, I don't know the environment of today and night, the lower part of the waist and abdomen was touched anxiously but cautiously, and it has subsided a little after getting used to it. The strangeness and enthusiasm probably also invaded through the warm water. the inside of the body.

Unfamiliar touches constantly stirred up nerves, and wave after wave of the joy of being flanked impacted the precarious sanity.

Even minds are being plundered, and for the first time the keys to survival are handed over in the hands of another.

Perhaps only this kind of extreme happiness can make him forget the heart-piercing pain and the responsibility that oppresses him and can never be relieved.

Forget that you are just a prisoner in Good View City, forget that you are a slave who cannot even get freedom.

It is also possible to completely forget the sadness that, as a king, he cannot even protect his important people.

When the fierce sound of water rang in his ears, Xin He's sanity was a little blurred, and the exhaustion after the release almost defeated him in the blink of an eye.

He didn't want to move even a single finger, and his gaze looking at nothingness seemed extraordinarily empty.

Di Shitian, who carried him out of the water and put him on the jade disc, looked at the defenseless Xin He, who let him hold his legs and submerged under the water surface. His jet-black hair was laid out on the white and transparent pool wall to form a thrilling scene. beautiful.

Xin He's eyes moved, still maintaining the posture of breathing with his face sideways, and as the other party approached him, he set his eyes on Di Shitian's face.

Di Shitian tightly clasped his fingers spread out at his side, stepped forward and bit his chest, allowing himself to attack and occupy inch by inch.

Xin He only shivered slightly, then restrained the urge to resist, and was tightly grasped by Di Shitian's idle hands and placed on the legs around the opponent's waist. Painful and arched tight.

This is the wisest person in Shanjian City, and his talent alone makes other politicians feel ashamed.

This is the god of war that frightens the demons. Only he can quell all the wars and bring peace to the heavens.

This is the most dazzling existence among all the gods, standing at the end of the Three Realms like a lonesome, unmatched noble and luxurious.

This is tonight, only for his king.

Di Shitian's forehead was covered with sweat, flowing down his temples along the pool water.

The joy of excitement and the joy of sinking into inextricability made him unable to stop this kind of behavior that was like torture to the other party.

The wish he had been searching for for many years was fulfilled, and the calmness he had been tortured had long been lost. He tried hard to find a semblance of sobriety in the turbulent emotions to save the inevitable damage. For this, his mind was exhausted, and even his body trembled. trembled.

However, Xin He grabbed his arm at this moment.

"You don't have to leave."

he said softly.

"I need you."

All the madness starts at this moment.

The corners of Xin He's eyes were already reddened by the force, but not a single tear flowed out.

King Ashura does not shed tears.

From the day he became king, he was deprived of this ability.

He is the embodiment of heroism and wisdom, the leader who combines the hope and future of the people.

No mistakes, no mistakes, nothing, not even sadness and pain.

Di Shitian looked at Xin He, whose expression was getting more and more drowsy, and felt a sudden pain in his heart. He lowered his head and bit the other person's slightly raised jaw.

"King, my king, my king..."

Di Shitian murmured continuously, the rising temperature between the rubbed muscles was accompanied by Xin He's weak panting, a sour dense attack on the heart.

The body that was constantly being manipulated has turned into a prone state and crouched by the cold pool, Xin He breathed shallowly and rapidly.

In the repeated calls of the other party, the insecurity in my heart seemed to be covered by the embrace of the arms that refused to relax at all, and was so tight that no gaps could be penetrated, constantly experiencing the impact that I don't know when it will stop And the process of intense friction that lasted so long as to confuse thoughts, Xin He looked at the reflection of the man behind him on the jade wall in a trance, and his demented expression.

This is his choice.

He is determined to choose, and will not run away from any future of consequences.

In the consciousness of approaching darkness, Xin He grabbed the palm of his shoulder, and the strength of the reverse grip could almost crush the opponent's joints.

He squeezed out a broken voice and murmured: "Di Shitian, our agreement..."

Di Shitian leaned over and pressed against his cheek, tightly tightening his grip.

The silver-white long hair hangs down, and with the movement, it becomes completely entangled with the black satin hair and cannot be separated.

"No matter what situation I fall into, I will abide by our agreement and never abandon you alone!"

Xin He half closed his eyes, and a very shallow smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.

In the next second, his lips were caught by Di Shitian, who had the faith to die, and he kept begging for it.