Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

After autumn, the weather turns cooler, the days become shorter, and the nights are less lively.

The halo of the swaying nebula was hazy, and the bedroom was brightly lit. Fu Liang was lying quietly on the couch, breathing evenly and looking normal, just like a Sleeping Beauty, but no matter how much Ji Jiu kissed, he couldn't wake up.

The sky-blue soft-smoke bed curtain was drooping in the curtain hook, Ji Jiu lightly held Fu Lianglu's thin and white wrist outside the quilt, and slowly injected a little qi as usual.

Afterwards, he put Fu Liang's hand back into the quilt, and rolled the wheelchair to the carved wooden window at the end of the bed, watching the same boring night with a sad face.

"Hey, after all, you are also a very talented monk. You beat me to death and harmed me to such a terrible extent, but now you are moaning and moaning because of an ordinary person..."

Zhao He is particularly disliked by Siqiu's sentimental and desperate appearance.

Ji Jiu still looked out of the window, and said angrily: "You know a fart."

"People who are obsessed with beauty are trash." Yue Yan also mocked.

That day, Ji Jiu gave Yue Wei's soul to Zhao He to play with. The soul ate it.

It is also the norm in the cultivation world for a powerful soul to devour a weak soul and take it as its own.

But... it may be because the ruler of the Great Moon Kingdom has accumulated too many virtues in his ancestors, and he has not yet been completely defeated by Yue Wei, an unworthy descendant. There is a little "real dragon spirit" in Yue Wei's soul, and Zhao Hehe cannot fully control his soul. As a result, Yue Wei's soul would pop up from time to time to refresh his sense of existence.

The voice is that of Yue Wei, but the face and body are still Zhao He's.

Zhao He’s regret in the gourd was that he didn’t wipe out Yue Wei, but chose to eat him. Now he is completely like a schizophrenic patient, and he has no way of predicting when Yue Wei will appear, and when he will appear again. What to say.

"Take care of him, or I'll take care of you." Ji Jiu threatened, leaning his elbows on the armrest.

His vacant right hand rested lightly on his small jaw, his eyes were deep and dark.

Zhao He didn't want to be disciplined by Chang Siqiu. Chang Siqiu's method of torturing him was even worse than the method he used to torture Yue Wei. Most of the harmful moves he used against Yue Wei were still learned from Chang Siqiu.

In Zhao He's eyes, being disciplined is not terrible, what disgusts him is being disciplined because of Yue Wei's stupid words.

He ate Yue Wei to avenge Yue Wei, not to be revenged by Yue Wei.

Zhao He: "Yue Wei, shut up, if you talk nonsense in the future, I will make your soul suffer even more."

Yue Wei: "Hehe, Zhao He, now we are one. If you want me to suffer, then you must be the one who suffers first. I will feel very happy to suffer together with you."

"Don't make noise, shut up."

Ji Jiu touched the runes on the gourd irritably, the runes glowed red, and the gourd immediately became a sea of ​​fire and purgatory.

Zhao He: "Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? He, Yue Yi, offended you. What does it have to do with me?"

Yue Wei laughed wantonly, his soul could feel the pain deeply, and his laughter was shrill and terrifying.

Ji Jiu explained weakly: "Yue Wei, don't be too happy too early, when the true dragon spirit in your soul is burned away, I see how you can still laugh, then your soul will be forever. Imprisoned in Zhao He's soul..."

Yue Yan's laughter stopped abruptly: "..."

"Really? Hahaha, Chang Siqiu, let the fire burn more intensely, hahaha." Zhao He laughed wildly.

Ji Jiu didn't bother to talk to them anymore, sometimes it was fun to listen to their quarrel, but most of the time it was just annoying.

He untied the gourd from his waist, put it on the window sill, and rolled the wheelchair back to Fu Liang's bedside. While watching Fu Liang's face, he pondered his selfish and crazy thoughts during these days .

He thought: If Fu Liang is always in such a state that he can't wake up and die... that's fine, and even if he dies, I can keep his body alive, and he will stay by my side forever...

It's just, if the deadline of the task expires, will we disappear together?Just like that ruthless Taoist priest?

Ji Jiu still hasn't figured out how the body of that ruthless Taoist priest disappeared. He can guarantee that there was absolutely no third person present at that time.

"Cough cough cough-"

Fu Liang felt as if he had had a long, long nightmare, choking on the saliva stuck in his throat as soon as he woke up from the dream.

Ji Jiu was interrupted by his coughing. He looked down and saw that Fu Liang had opened his eyes, and rushed forward faster than his consciousness: "Brother Liang, you finally woke up? Is there any discomfort in your body?" ?”

"It's uncomfortable for you to press me..." Fu Liang frowned and pushed him away. At the same time, she sat up on the bed and put the pillow on the head of the bed as a backrest. "Where is this place? How long have I been sleeping?"

Ji Jiu sat back on the wheelchair, pinched his fingers and calculated: "It's been half a month."

"so long?"

Fu Liang stroked his heart, it seemed that he was seriously injured by that ruthless Taoist priest, but fortunately Ji Jiu arrived in time to save his life.

In other words, does Ji Jiu's ability to save him mean that Ji Jiu is really for him this time?

Fu Liang stared at Ji Jiu's beautiful eyes seriously, and fell into deep thought.

As far as Ji Jiu is concerned, it is also possible that he simply does not want him to die too early?Or simply want him to die in his hands?

Fu Liang thought of Ji Jiu's Song Jingyuan again, but Song Jingyuan killed him because of a misunderstanding and was betrayed, and Fu Liang has been betraying Ji Jiu in the last plane and this plane...

It's hard to guess the delicate mind.

Fu Liang raised his hand and rubbed his forehead with a headache, Ji Jiu guessed his thoughts from his eyes, and said angrily, "Brother Liang, don't you still believe me?"

"No."

Fu Liang instinctively denied it.

Ji Jiu raised his eyebrows aggrievedly, and his tone was three parts excited, two parts disappointed and one part resentful: "If I hadn't been on the same page with you, and had almost guessed your mission, I would have gained Wang Yang's trust long ago when you were in a coma, and then Bewitch him to send troops to the north, destroying the kingdom of night in one fell swoop."

Fu Liang: That's right.

Ji Jiu eloquently said: "Even if the Ye Country is not destroyed so quickly, I will not stand still and stand by your side all day long. Do you have any fucking conscience?"

Fu Liang: "..."

Ji Jiu: "Aren't you too ruthless?"

Uh--

Fu Liang nodded and pinched the bridge of his nose. Ji Jiu's words were indeed reasonable. He may have suffered from "paranoia of persecution" because of his frequent persecution.

Fu Liang looked up at him and decided, "Okay, no matter what the ending is, I believe in you."