Death has no scythe

Ling Qiyue felt the tip of the knife surge in his heart, and the salty blood filled his mouth. He tried to push away the handle of the knife in front of him with his hands, but there was a sofa behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

Jian Nuan's eyes were a strange scarlet, the killing made the Kuaigan in his heart more happy, blood lines slowly flowed from the corners of the mouth of the person under him, he was trembling with excitement, just like this, he wanted to resist but was powerless .

Zero July, life in his hands is like sand in a clenched hand, slowly passing away, the tighter he holds it, the greater the force he exerts, the faster it will be lost.

It's so cool, it's addictive like being injected with stimulants, and you want to ask for more.

To be faster, to have more pleasure, the desire in Jian Nuan's heart was already strong enough to occupy all his consciousness, and he ordered both hands to hold the knife and stab deeper into his heart.

"Why should I be your shadow! Why am I the one who will be wiped out after ascension to the priesthood!" Jian Nuan's voice shook Ling Qiyue's eardrums fiercely because of his roar like a drum, knocking him out of the way. His consciousness was shattered.It became more and more difficult to breathe, and the feeling of weakness in the body became more and more obvious, and it became a luxury to move a finger.

The eyelids seemed to be weighed down by someone, getting heavier and heavier, half-eyed, squinting...it couldn't hold on anymore.As soon as Ling Qiyue closed his eyes, he saw the darkness in front of him in a daze, and his surroundings slowly turned into white light.

In the white light, Yi Dian's figure was outlined. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and cast a glance at Ling Qiyue, who was slumped on the ground, pretending to be indifferent.Like the sunrise in July, it is not as warm as noon, but the dominance that does not allow anyone to refuse has begun to take shape.

"I know how to cut a little rabbit," he said, feeling a little embarrassed, he simply stretched out his hand and spread out his palm, and a little rabbit made of cherry tomatoes came to life. "Follow me..." His eyes dodged a little, and the tips of his ears turned red, "Follow me." As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at him fixedly like a child waiting for judgment.

Seeing that Ling Qiyue didn't respond for a long time, his eyes were slightly moist, and his pretended coldness just collapsed, he curled his lips, "It doesn't count what you say... huh"

Ling Qiyue rushed forward and embraced the crying person in front of her, hugging her tightly, as if she wanted to rub her to the bone.It's not that he didn't take action, but he couldn't believe it. He was afraid that the moment he rushed up would be like all dreams, and he would disappear before he touched him.So many times, he cherished seeing this person in front of him very much.

Cautious can't beat his aggrieved look, when he stands there, his only consciousness is rushing forward, let alone he is aggrieved like that.

Don't care, don't care, don't want anything!To comfort him, to hug him tightly, everything is secondary, he is the most important.

After hugging tightly, I can't say anything. I can't express my thoughts every minute and every second when I see that person. All words are too pale, and all actions are too weak.

Owing, yearning, missing, and nostalgia are like a torrent that has been stopped suddenly and has been blocked by the object to confide in. The moment you see it, it is like taking on the torrent at a high altitude, and the waterfall is suddenly released. Let it out.

Crying also has no sound, longing is silent, love is also silent.

"You are crying." Yi Dian's voice trembled because the crying was almost inaudible.

"I miss you." Ling Qiyue cried unabashedly, shaking her body, and bound Yi Dian's arms tightly again. "I miss you..." The language system seemed to be reset, just repeating three words over and over again.

"I love you." Yi Dian expressed his love without hesitation. These days, he was tormented by longing and went crazy, every word and every action wanted to stick himself to that person.

But he couldn't stick to him anymore, his hands passed through Qiyue's body again and again, he opened his hands to want a hug, Ling Qiyue couldn't see, and passed through his body again and again.

It was too tormented, he could only sit in front of his tombstone and listen to Ling Qiyue's teasing confession that began with a smile and slowly choked up. When Qiyue imprinted a kiss on his tombstone, he would also pass his lips through the tombstone. This kiss that we can't feel each other.

It's not easy, he and Qiyue are really too tempting to give up.

When Qiyue talked about the murderer, he made up his mind never to come back.But today he felt that July was in danger, and his actions were always more honest than his words.He couldn't bear it anymore, why did July become like this, it was not like his July at all.

His July can laugh, and his smile is as beautiful and warm as the warm sun, but how can this unshaven and scruffy man be July.

It turns out that longing really turns one person into another. After July let him go, he stretched out his hand to peel off Zero Qiyue's hair, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands.

"Well, it's ugly."

"Well, it's ugly." Ling Qiyue looked at Yi Dian who also had tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, feeling more and more guilty, "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Yi Dian still hadn't reacted yet, but soon realized what he was about to say, "No need to apologize, no need to apologize for missing this kind of thing."

"..." Ling Qiyue didn't speak, wiped away the tears on the man's face with his hands, took his hand, cleared his throat, and couldn't stop crying, "I'll go with you, you go Where am I going?"

Yi Dian was startled when he heard this, then lowered his head and whispered, "I know it's unrealistic to stay together all the time, but I hope you will take me with you next time you go out. It's not that I don't want to see you ...I can't seem to find you anyway."

Knowing that he was talking about six years ago, Zero July touched his head, pressed his head on his shoulder, and patted his back with one hand to comfort him, "There will be no next time, I will definitely go I take you everywhere."

Yi Dian nodded on his shoulders, but didn't speak.After a while, Ling Qiyue led Yi Dian through the wall into a burst of white mist.

In the room, Sibai Qi collapsed on the ground in a daze, the knife in his hand was still bleeding, he gasped heavily, closed his eyes and tried to clear his confused consciousness and thoughts.

He killed Ling Qiyue, and his hands were still stained with blood.Entering the priesthood has no effect, but becoming a god is a very different treatment.

He didn't want to kill Ling Qiyue, but the possibility of Ling Qiyue committing suicide was too small. There was a fire in Ling Qiyue's heart, and it was Yi Dian.No matter how much he poured it, he couldn't put it out, he couldn't bear it anymore, since he couldn't do it by himself, he had to do it and see him off.

Behind Sibaiqi, black wings slowly appeared, wrapping his whole body inside. He pulled out a black feather and began to write in the air. As he wrote with the tip of the feather, black and gold-edged writing actually floated in the air. .