I am a madman

55. Chapter [-] Lovesickness across the face...

Chapter [-] Face to Face Lovesickness (I hope Mingyu can be happy, begging with fear, maybe one day, Minger will be able to forgive him)

After personally washing Mingyu's body, Ning Guiyun wrapped him in a cloak, carried him to the peach tree, and put him on the wheelchair.

"You are very listless today, Ming'er, do you still hate me?" Looking at Ming Yu's gloomy face, Ning Guiyun sighed.

He didn't want to look at this man's beautiful face, he felt bored, and just lowered his eyes to look at the petals falling to the ground.

Ning Guiyun's eyes were deep, with a strange light flowing, he suddenly hooked his lips into an evil smile, and said, "I see that you are always listless, so I found something, maybe you will be much more energetic when you see it."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands. Immediately, two servants came in from outside the courtyard with their heads bowed, holding something in their hands, wrapped in black cloth, in the shape of a long strip.

Ning Guiyun lifted the black cloth and said to Ming Yu: "Look, Minger, what is this?"

Mingyu didn't want to talk to him at first, but he seemed to have something in his words, which was extremely weird, so he looked up, and after seeing it, he couldn't look away...

A sharp sword without a scabbard, dark and solemn, seems to absorb all light, does not reflect any light, and faintly hums when it comes into contact with the air.

Fengge...

That year on the snowy peak, the sky and the earth were boundless, and the ancient snow was flying. A man like ink and a boy with red hair met.

The man's light-colored thin lips moved slightly, telling him that his beloved sword was named "Fengge".

He was annoyed that he caused his beloved woman to die early, so he wanted to leave quickly and never see this person again, but this person chased him thousands of miles and crossed the river with his sword.

He stared blankly at the handsome figure of the man. The man's jet-black hair brushed against his ice-blue eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, which was dazzlingly beautiful.

He said to him: "This is Feng Ge, here it is."

He is always so inarticulate, and he is not angry when he rejects him, but insists on saying "here to you".

Since then, the man has been silently following him, protecting him, and giving everything for him. In the end, even his life was lost because of him...

Feng Ge, Feng Ge, tell me, why is he like this?

Ning Guiyun stared at Ming Yu, staring at him firmly, seeing him in a daze until tears poured down his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

His heart was pinched into a small ball, and the pain of the sudden constriction made his eyes turn white, but he didn't want to leave, and just kept watching Mingyu.

Oh, his Ming'er, after a long time, there are only dead people in his heart.

He smiled helplessly, he felt that he was getting more and more stupid, such an act was tantamount to self-abuse, why did he do it?

Why do you have to look for something related to that man for him?Did he do it to make him cry?

No, he knew clearly, he just hoped that Mingyu would be happy, begging in fear, maybe one day, his most beloved baby, Ming'er, could forgive him...

He wanted to go forward and hug the shivering thin body in the wheelchair, but found that he couldn't do it. He was stiff on the seat, his expression numb.

Mingyu was out of breath from crying, but there was no expression on his face. He slowly stretched out his hand. Even though the iron chain on his hand was heavy, he still insisted on raising his hands, wanting to touch the black long sword...

But he couldn't touch it, and the servants didn't get Ning Guiyun's order, so they didn't dare to get close to him.

Mingyu gritted his teeth, he couldn't feel his legs, but he could move his waist. During the struggle, the wheelchair overturned, and he fell to the ground, but he still moved forward.

He wants to go there, he wants to touch it, that is Feng Ge, that is the Feng Ge that Zang Feng gave him...

Seeing him lying on the ground in embarrassment and crawling back, the servants couldn't bear it. They peeked at Ning Guiyun's face to see if he could get close to the man on the ground, but when they saw his master's face, they bowed their heads and fell silent.

Ning Guiyun's face was ashen, his lips were pale, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the young man's sad red hair, and pulled him up from the ground roughly!

Scalp suddenly hurts!He had no ability to resist, and seemed to faint in an instant.

Stretching out his hand to stop the young man's flexible and slender waist, and pressing him firmly into his arms, Ning Guiyun pursed his lips tightly, and said in a low voice, "You want it?"

Mingyu looked dazed, but seemed to understand what he said, so he nodded with a pale face.

With a weird smile, he pushed Mingyu to the ground again, then lifted his robe, spread his legs and said, "Come and serve me, I'll give it to you if you make me happy."

The young man's thin shoulders shook violently, and he felt unprecedented shame because of Ning Guiyun's words. He still had anger in his heart, but his body was unable to make any resistance. Looking at the black sword in the servant's hand, he Think about it, it's worth it, or it's not worth it, if you can get it in your hands just by being dirty again.

After thinking about it, I just think it's worth it.

So he barely propped up his body with his hands, crawled in front of Ning Guiyun, took a breath, and was about to use his hands locked by iron chains to untie the opponent's belt.

Being treated like this by the young man, Ning Guiyun was not happy at all, instead his lips trembled with anger, there was a servant beside him, this young man actually wanted to serve him, and there was no hesitation on his face.

He didn't know whether the churning emotion in his heart was disappointment or fear, the only thing he knew was that he was very angry.

He wanted to kick Ming Yu away, but the other party's thin body made him hesitate, he was already very harsh on him today, if he kicked him again, there was no guarantee that his Ming'er would not be injured.

While thinking this way, the boy had already taken off his pants slightly, revealing the hardened desire inside.

He held it in his cold hands and twitched it tightly and loosely.

"Hmm..." Ning Guiyun panted comfortably, put his hand on the young man's neck, and gently stroked his back.

Ming Yu still had no expression on his face, his pale lips parted slightly, and as soon as he lowered his head, he engulfed Ning Guiyun and began to lick it.

Ning Guiyun couldn't stand this kind of stimulation, so he inserted his hands into Mingyu's red hair excitedly, stroking back and forth.

The licking was getting deeper and deeper, and the movements were provocative. Ning Guiyun couldn't bear it anymore, and with both hands hard, he completely inserted the desire into the boy's throat, and immediately started to move.

"Ming'er... ah... my Ming'er..." He raised his head slightly, his expression fascinated, and finally released his desire when he pushed deeply.

Mingyu choked slightly, he let go, his lips were cloudy and pale, but he was still expressionless, his eyes were blank, as if he didn't understand what he had done at all.

After Ning Guiyun felt comfortable, he hugged him pitifully, feeling uneasy and guilty in his heart, he waved his hand impatiently, and let the servants beside him who had watched the whole process retreat, and the two servants remained silent Put down the black long sword and exit the door.

"Ming'er, I will give you this long sword if you want it, and tell me what you want in the future. As long as you want it, as long as I have it, I will satisfy you." He said, kissing the young man's lips, deeply lingering .

Mingyu said silently in his heart - what I want, you will never be able to give.

He doesn't need gorgeous clothes, precious treasures, or those precious supplements that come in a thousand years. He just wants his lover back, sees his mother, and his friends, and wants to be as free as before. life.

These, Ning Guiyun can't afford.

In the middle of the night, Ning Guiyun left. Mingyu picked up the long sword with a touch, wrapped it in cloth, as if hugging him in his arms, as if hugging the person he loved the most, with a bleak smile on his lips, slowly entered dream.

Zang Feng, please come to my dream tonight, let me take a good look at you.

The author has something to say: The inspiration for this chapter comes from "The Opposite Side is Similar" by Youyi Weilou~ I don’t know if you have read the article by Mr. Youyiweilou. I like his prose and literary talent very much. He has a great influence~

The taste is more picky, and girls who are more demanding on literary talents can go to see the works of the trapped and dangerous buildings, which should make you very happy~

After all, I am a very picky person, hahahaha~~

In addition, the background music has been changed again, it is HITA's wrong golden book, a very tasteful ancient song.