Beautiful apprentice dressed as a demon

For a moment, Li Wenzhao didn't know where he was, what day and night, and what he was doing.

In a daze, he felt as if he was still in that old house, where his mother was standing under the green plums, covered by spring snow.

The glazed vat was filled with water again, with green oysters floating on it, surrounded by noisy sparrows, separated by the white wall, everything from childhood was re-presented in front of my eyes.

There is the endless noise of the wind, accompanied by the mother's soft and gentle call: "Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao'er... come to A Niang."

He stopped and looked over. Beside A Niang, his father was still standing. His back was very straight, but his face was blurred.

Perhaps the time had passed so long, Li Wenzhao couldn't remember his father's appearance clearly, he only remembered his father's brows and eyes were deep, he was a dignified gentleman who walked out of the green mountains and secluded waters, he was born handsome.

"Azhao," he heard his father talking to him in a low voice, "Azhao has grown up and looks as good-looking and strong as your aunt."

"But I don't want to look like Auntie."

"Why? Isn't Auntie good-looking? Your Auntie is a famous beauty like ours. How many people can't wait for her."

"Aniang is a beauty, but I want to look like Daddy. A boy must be heroic."

When the father heard the words, he just laughed and didn't say anything. Seeing the situation, he put both hands on his father's neck, wanting to hug him.

"I said earlier that a boy must be heroic, why are you acting coquettish now?" The father smiled, covered the back of his head with a generous palm, and stroked it gently.

"Azhao, Azhao... Our good Azhao, the future is going to be like this, and the road ahead is clear."

Perhaps the obsession was too deep, or the scars of years and years were reopened at this time, and a layer of water vapor gradually formed in Li Wenzhao's eyes.

After a period of time, he seemed to see his father with his back to the sun, squatting down/body in an accommodating posture, and smiling at him, his face had already become blurred with the passage of time.

At that time Li Wenzhao was still young, he didn't know that the future would be a long road, and he didn't know that the future would be [-]% smooth.

I only know that things are right and people are wrong later on, and things backfire.

After so many years, what he can remember is probably only the golden light refracted behind his father, and the half-bright face sunk in the sunlight.

This is Li Wenzhao's most unspeakable heart disease in hundreds of years.

There is no cure for the medicine stone, and eventually it becomes a demon.

There are countless shadows floating past in front of him. He has faced life and death too many times, but the words "powerless" only existed when he was young.

He has seen his family broken up with his own eyes, seen his father lying in a pool of blood, wiping his tears with rough, blood-stained palms.

I don't know if it's a pity that the fate of this life has ended here, or there are too many things to say. In my memory, the last sentence my father said before parting with him is only three short words.

"do not Cry."

Maybe it was because the night was too dark that day, he could see the blood splattered in the courtyard clearly, he could see his father's hands hanging down weakly, but he could no longer see his father's eyebrows clearly.

Everything was doubled in his eyes, turning into blood, floating blood, paving his last way of life.

The mother's sword was covered with blood, she looked at herself with fierce eyes, she didn't say a word, the warmth of the past was gone, and there was only killing intent in her eyes.

He didn't even have time to close his father's eyes, so he was about to stumble and run for his life. He didn't know where he was going to go, and he didn't know where he was going. His father's words before he died kept ringing in his ears. In the past, he would often wake up from the embers of his nightmare, his eyes were stingy, but there was nothing.

That night, it snowed heavily, and the way of life was cut off.

He doesn't remember how he escaped, nor how he spent the first half of his life.

When he regained consciousness, the glitz was gone, and he stood here, from beginning to end, an out-of-time existence.

……

Jiang Huai bit on Li Wenzhao's lips, and could feel his breath close to his own, whether light or heavy, catering to the beat of his own heart.

The light moonlight spreads under the feet, intertwined into a line, reflecting the intertwined shadows.

Both Jiang Huai's hands were clinging to Li Wenzhao's shoulders, and his lips and teeth were attached to each other, calling back the last warmth that Li Wenzhao had hidden deep in his heart.

The devilish energy around Li Wenzhao enveloped the two of them at this moment, hiding the moonlight and making it ambiguous.

He felt a slight pressure on his shoulder. It was Jiang Huai's hand. His thin and fair face was next to him, so close that he could smell a faint fragrance.

It is a fragrance wrapped in greenery.This smell always reminded him of the crabapple in the Jianghuai yard.

The crabapple was supposed to be fragrance-free, but the one in the Jianghuai courtyard was different. Whenever the wind blew and the flowers and branches swayed, he could smell the fragrant fragrance.

The mania in his heart was finally soothed at this moment, the scarlet in Li Wenzhao's eyes faded little by little, and returned to the original black after a while, and then, the black air lingering around his body also slowly dissipated.

There was warmth and wetness on his lips, it was Jiang Huai's breath, he was not good at kissing people, so he could only bite his own lips in a clumsy way.

Li Wenzhao hugged him.

Jiang Huai felt his hands covered the back of his head, and another hand wrapped around his waist, making the two of them stick closer together.

The lower lip was held, whether it was lightly biting/biting, or gradually deepening, the lingering feeling of numbness moved along the lower lip to the person, the corner of the lip...

He opened his eyes and found that Li Wenzhao had woken up, trying to get away in a panic.

"Don't move." Li Wenzhao hugged him even closer, so close that even the slightest breath was magnified infinitely.

Face to face, Jiang Huai could clearly feel Li Wenzhao's nose brushing against his face in the dark, and his hot breath brushed by, thread by thread.

Those days and nights of anxiously waiting, and the disappointment that had been hidden for several nights, suddenly dissipated at this moment, in this small space.

Because he couldn't bear the strength, his whole body was against Li Wenzhao's devilish energy, and he was held at the waist, making his support point become Li Wenzhao's hand.

The impenetrable demonic energy encloses the two of them, preventing any light from seeping in from all sides.

Jiang Huai could feel Li Wenzhao's hot breath, which was dry and a bit cool, and after being soaked by water vapor, it covered his lips again.

He felt that his whole body was soft, and just as his bones were about to slide down, he was gripped even tighter, and the weight of Zhong Zhong's whole body was pressed on Li Wenzhao's body.

"Master," he reminded in a low voice, "God Nanzhu is still outside, isn't it good for us to be like this?"

"Yeah." Li Wenzhao's voice was hoarse, but he could hear a smile, "He likes to watch it, so let him watch it, so that he won't forget it in the future, always wanting to peep."

"Does your injury matter?" Jiang Huai asked again.

"There is no injury, it's just a demon." Li Wenzhao took it lightly, as usual, as if everything was of no importance to him.

But Jiang Huai had lingering fears in his heart, he was worried, especially when he saw it with his own eyes, he was even more horrified and uneasy, not because he was frightened by Li Wenzhao's cruelty and fury, but worried that Li Wenzhao's demons would come back, if he came out again, he would be scared again. What should I do?

"Then," he asked cautiously, "the demon is still there, if it doesn't get rid of, if it happens again in the future..." He didn't finish the question because he didn't know how to start it.

"There won't be any more," Li Wenzhao thought he was still afraid, and comforted him softly, "This time it was my gaffe, it was my fault, I scared you, I'm sorry."

Jiang Huai shook his head and said in a shy voice: "I didn't say that because Master scared me. I was afraid that Master would fall into a demon in the future and would not be able to get out. I was afraid that you would leave here, and I was even more afraid that I would not be able to save you. , This time it was a fluke, I can't guarantee the next time."

Li Wenzhao paused slightly, as if he was considering how to answer, his fingertips touched Jiang Huai's eyes, and the touch was moist.

"Don't be afraid," he held Jiang Huai's face with both hands, took a breath, and said, "In the future, there will never be any more. When I go out later, I have to tell Nan Zhu Sorry."

Jiang Huai could hear that he was struggling to speak, and guessed that he had just recovered from his demons and hadn't recovered yet.

"Master."

"Ah."

"You will always be here, right?" Jiang Huai asked softly.

"I will always be here," Li Wenzhao replied, after thinking about it, he changed his words, "If there is such a day, I will definitely not implicate you."

"You know that's not what I mean." Jiang Huai pushed him, and stopped telling him. In the darkness, the breath of the two people blended together, piercing into the marrow.

It's not longing, it's sinking, and after hundreds of turns, they finally rely on each other.

Lips pressed against his lips, Jiang Huai felt that Li Wenzhao's skin was scorching hot. For some reason, the breath he exhaled was scalding hot, and his breathing was not steady, and he didn't sound very comfortable.

"Master?" With lingering affection, Jiang Huai took advantage of his breath and asked him, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Li Wenzhao didn't speak, his eyelids were sinking, and the faint light and shadow swayed in front of him. He couldn't see the figure in front of him clearly, probably because his consciousness became more and more unconscious. When he bit Jianghuai, he lost his sense of proportion and tasted a A fishy smell.

Feeling the tingling pain from his lips, Jiang Huai panted lightly, and pushed him back a little.

Li Wenzhao felt that something was wrong, he let go of Jiang Huai, and said in a deep voice: "You and Nanzhu go first, and I will follow after a while."

After he finished speaking, he quickly removed the devilish energy around him, and the moonlight from outside shone in again, illuminating the two of them.

Seeing that he regained consciousness, Nan Zhu hurried up and asked, "What happened between you and Su Zhi? Are you still concerned?"

"Nanzhu, I'm sorry," Li Wenzhao looked at his injured arm, and at the blood on his hands, immediately tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, and bandaged him, "You take Jiang Huai back first."

Nanzhu looked at him strangely, seeing that his face was getting more and more wrong, she couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? Is there anything you can't say?"

Li Wenzhao looked straight at him, with a strange light in his eyes: "I feel... I'm about to lose control, this demon."

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It's the end of the year, and I've been too busy recently, so I'll update it before twelve o'clock in the future, (>people<;) Sorry, my dears~