Curse of Love 3

, the ground shook violently, and the unsteady bowl hit the wooden floor with a "boom", and the overwhelming spiritual power violently swayed from top to bottom without warning, and the amazing power even tore through the air. There were transparent ripples, and the glass in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was shattered in the blink of an eye. The silver-blue blazing soul whip appeared violently from the young warlock's body, wrapped around his arm, and the four spiritual weapons upstairs issued a buzzing sound. Buzzing, faintly brought out the ominous atmosphere of the collapse of the formation.

Yiwu Qianmu and Shan Fei turned pale with shock, only to see Baili Mengyan get up suddenly and rush upstairs like crazy.

The raging wind spun out from the spiritual power, and the folded colchicum petals hooked the corner of his clothes in a circle, and was quickly thrown away. The strong wind roared in his ears, and there was only one thought in Baili Mengyan's mind at this time ——If the soul-calling array collapses, Si Qianxu will never come back...

Light—I can't see the alternation of day and night, and I can't feel the passage of time. He seems to have stayed in the deathly silent darkness for a long time, and then at a certain moment, accompanied by the crisp sound of ice crystals breaking, a faint light suddenly appeared before his eyes .

He slammed open the door almost recklessly, but the violent spiritual power suddenly calmed down in an instant, his jet-black hair was entangled by the remaining wind, and danced in a mess. The man suddenly froze on the spot.

In the dim room, the paper cranes shattered, and the spiritual artifacts and ice cubes flew to the ground. The young historical researcher who was frozen in the ice hall was like the protagonist in a fairy tale. That pair of bright black eyes stared at him blankly but far-reachingly. That glance was just a short moment, and it was eternal.

The only remaining pupil of Baili Mengyan constricted slightly, full of expectations, but also afraid of being disappointed again, bitterness and sweetness blocked his throat, sorrow and joy overlapped, fighting fiercely in his chest, he was reluctant to blink Eyes, afraid that everything would be disillusioned in a flash, he couldn't even breathe involuntarily, he was as proud and strong as Baili Mengyan, and at this moment he could hardly stand still.

The first thing Si Qianxu saw was him like this. The zero-degree flame, the blazing heat of ice and snow, and countless emotions surrounded this man, almost burning away the cold shell that separated the world.

It wasn't until the brain was slightly dizzy and the oxygen-deprived lungs were burning hotly that Baili Mengyan heard the familiar voice softly, with slight hesitation:

"Is it you...Meng Yan..."

The extremely stretched string broke with a "snap", the long-standing blank was filled with color, and the condensed blood circulated in the body again. For the rest of his life, he no longer repeated despair in hope. He leaned against the door, and the ecstasy that filled his heart almost made him He was at a loss.

People are long, and they share the beauty. At the time of mid-autumn, the king will finally return.

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In a private apartment in M ​​City, a surge of non-god and non-demonic power rushed back in an instant. The elegant man sitting behind the desk was unprepared for a moment, and the whole person hit the back of the chair, and the golden thin-rimmed glasses fell out. A thread of blood quickly ran down the corner of his mouth.

"Perpetual?" Michael's doubtful voice came from outside the door, and he had already pushed the door in while speaking. Seeing this scene, his face changed slightly, and he took a few steps forward to support him, "What's going on?"

Perpetual shook his head to indicate that he was fine, looked at the lifeline that was darker in the palm of his hand, and the emotion in his misty eyes was difficult to understand: "Si Qianxu is back." The ability to predict is gradually disappearing, and he must personally control this round of reincarnation .

Michael reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. The face of Shengya, who was so perfect that he couldn't eat fireworks, rarely frowned, with human emotions. Compared with the rotation of fate, he obviously cared more about this person in front of him, "No It's only a day or two away, you've exhausted too much energy, go and rest for a while."

Perpetual looked at his blood-stained hands, and the corners of his slightly pursed mouth were filled with fleeting sadness.

No matter how much time has passed, he still remembers the first time he saw the seraph who ruled the heavens.On the top of the sea, above the waves, the elegant and noble son of God, with blond hair, white clothes, gorgeous three pairs of wings, holy, magnificent, and not stained with dust, this is the inviolable Seraph in the eyes of the world, WhoisliketheGod, and god like.

Michael is the aloof commander of the angelic army, the presiding judge of the existence of absolute justice, this world is too dirty, he shouldn't be here to bear the sorrow he shouldn't have.

"What are you thinking?" Michael asked calmly and candidly, feeling the disturbance of the other party's thoughts.

The mist in Perpetual's eyes seemed to thicken again, making the pair of pupil-eating pupils with terrifying abilities even more thrilling. Even Michael couldn't help but forget the foreword, bewildered by it, bent down, but hesitated He paused, as if he didn't know what he wanted to do at this moment, Perpetual looked at him, reached out and slid his hand into his blond hair, pressed him slightly hard, kissed his lips, didn't close his eyes, just stood still Staring at the pair of golden eyes that seemed to have sunlight precipitated inside, their eyelashes touched one piece, and when they blinked, they felt a little itchy.

When two godlike people are together, the most lacking thing is desire. Michael and Perpetual are both unfamiliar with this kind of intimate contact, but it does not prevent them from groping carefully and slowly, just like two hedgehogs who are not afraid of pain and embrace each other. Together, we can safely spend a cold winter.

Even if there is still a bloody taste in the closeness of lips and teeth, even if the future is a road of no return, but at this moment, regardless of identity and fate, the gentle entanglement is enough to split all the glitz and anxiety.

The sun was thin and cool, falling on the two men hugging and kissing each other, this moment seemed to be frozen into eternity.

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Book Six: The Widow (3)

In the evening of autumn, the maple is red, the sky is high and the clouds are far away, Qinquan Road, the second floor of a two-story villa independent of the hustle and bustle. On the big bed, a young man with a quiet face closed his eyes and rested his mind. He clasped his hands on his stomach, and his expression was calm and peaceful.

A strong medicinal fragrance floated in, the door was pushed open, and Baili Mengyan came in with a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine.

With a flick of the eyelashes, Si Qianxu opened his eyelids, his black eyes still had a sense of laziness from just waking up, "Meng Yan."

The young warlock was habitually expressionless, but his expression was slightly relaxed. He sat on the edge of the bed, put his arms around the back of Si Qianxu's neck and helped him up, and put the medicine to his lips.

Si Qianxu pouted, "I've been taking this medicine for more than two months..."

Baili Mengyan was unmoved, "You are not in good health."

Faced with his lover's rare stubbornness, Si Qianxu had no choice but to drink the bitter concoction with his hand. After drinking, there was an extra piece of chocolate in his mouth, and the rich sweetness dilutes the full medicinal taste. Si Qianxu blinked his eyes.Baili Mengyan, who had nothing to do with his lover other than taking medicine, surrendered decisively, gave him a few more chocolates, then held his arm, transported warm spiritual power to replace Si Qianxu bit by bit Activate the meridians of the body - he has been lying in the ice hall for more than two years, and he is lucky to be able to wake up. The body will naturally recover slowly, and Baili Mengyan does not dare to neglect this point.

Even though her lover has been back for more than two months, Baili Mengyan is still in a trance from time to time. Only when he touches his body does he feel like he has just woken up from a dream. He can still get along with Si Qianxu so intimately in his lifetime. During that long and short waiting time, he hardly dared to think about it.

Fortunately, I was able to see him before he died...

The black hair, which has not been trimmed for a long time, is already very long, half covering the man's feminine and beautiful face, blending the delicacy and strength, grinding into ice and snow and tenderness, his serious expression with his head down is simply fascinating, Si Qianxu almost I'm crazy.

I was not surprised when I learned that I had been sleeping for many years, but I was more afraid and distressed-if he really didn't come back, how desperate would this strong and fragile man be?Si Qianxu has seen the scars on his body, the traces left by the paper cranes crossing different dimensions to find him in order to take the blood, there are too many, too deep, and... He stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed the opponent His left eye, which was pure white, looked mysterious and strange.

Shan Fei said that the Soul Summoning Formation consumes too much, and the spell backfires, and Baili Mengyan uses the price of one eye to protect the formation from collapsing.

He's back, but this beautiful Danfeng's eyes will no longer have pupils full of indifference and warmth.

Baili Mengyan's eyelashes trembled, and he avoided his lover's hand slightly unnaturally, "Scared you? I'm going to wear contact lenses..." At least the black lenses can cover the eyes without pupils. When I went out in the middle of the night, how did my eyes make a monster run away trembling all over.

But he stopped when he got up, because Si Qianxu held him, and the cool sunlight of late autumn scattered in. The man with a quiet face rubbed his forehead, his pupils flashed a touch of helplessness, but the corners of his mouth were full of tears. Smiling, "You are so stupid." Baili Mengyan was slightly startled.

Si Qianxu clearly said so, but his smile was full of tenderness. The corner of his eyes glanced at the "Book of Songs" on the bedside, and then he stared into his eyes without fear, and played with his hands. Finger, "When you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget it. If you don't see her for a day, you will be crazily thinking about it...Meng Yan, do you have to say that to make you happy?"

Baili Mengyan suddenly came back to his senses, and couldn't help being a little bit dumbfounded, but a touch of red couldn't help but jump to the tips of his ears.

He's still like this, he feels embarrassed