The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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When eating in the evening, the three of them sat together again after a long absence, but seeing Jiang Shuyu sitting at the table bewildered, Xie Yang felt really uncomfortable.

He pushed the stone bench and moved a few places to Jiang Shuyu's side - Jiang Shuyu used to stay far away because he was afraid that the residue of other people's food would fall on him.

Xie Yang picked up the bowl, took a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth, "Ah—"

Jiang Shuyu: "..."

Jiang Miaomiao: "..."

Jiang Shuyu's face turned red in an instant, and she subconsciously moved her head back, touching the bowl along Xie Yang's arm, "I'll do it myself."

"Actually, I...well..." Xie Yang reluctantly handed over the bowl and spoon, seeing Jiang Miaomiao's gloating face from the corner of the eye, and said angrily, "Eat yours!"

After dinner, Xie Yang boiled a bucket of hot water for Jiang Shuyu.

Now that Jiang Shuyu can't see things, and has slept for so long, even though the things in the house haven't been changed at all, he still can't adapt.Xie Yang stood by his side, seeing Jiang Shuyu groping for a long time but couldn't find the belt to untie his underwear, and he didn't move, just stood there waiting for him to ask him for help.

Jiang Shuyu could feel Xie Yang's wishful thinking, so he didn't want him to succeed, but in the end, the rope that was pulled apart became a mess, and he couldn't untie it. He was so angry that he secretly thought about it later No more belted clothes.

He muttered angrily: "There are so many buttons, why do you have to wear this one?"

The immortal teacher immediately took his anger out on the person who changed the clothes.

Although it is rare to see such a cute appearance of his own master, Xie Yang was afraid that he would be impatient and didn't care too much about it, so he finally stopped teasing him and stepped forward to wrap his arms around his waist.

The body below him froze suddenly, but Xie Yang didn't seem to notice it, he took his hand to find the belt, "Over here, a little higher, it is tied with an ordinary loose buckle." Leading himself take off.

"How? I can't live without me for a moment."

Jiang Shuyu's face blushed again, and only then did she realize that he had avenged dinner, and just about to swear a few words, she felt Xie Yang tighten his arms, breathe on the smooth skin, and kiss gently Then it fell.

Jiang Shuyu didn't hide, he knew where Xie Yang was kissing.

The sharp stabbing pain of those sharp blades piercing into the flesh still scares him.

But he doesn't care anymore.

He traded those for something he thought was better.If he knew earlier, he would even do it a thousand times over.

The only one who can't forget is Xie Yang.

He hated himself for going too late, for leaving Songming so easily, leaving Jiang Shuyu there alone...

If Jiang Shuyu had not been released back then, why did he have to wait for others to push him for the so-called face, would Jiang Shuyu not have to suffer these hardships?

Maybe God punished him by not allowing him to repair these scars even if everything could be repaired.

Nothing about sex.All the way down, he kissed Jiang Shuyu's eleven nail marks devoutly one by one, and finally stopped on his chest.

Jiang Shuyu seemed to feel his loss, and his tone became lighter, "It's your unique master-student mark."

Wiping the old scar on his chest, Xie Yang smiled, hooked Jiang Shuyu's legs and put him into the water, when the warm water covered his neck, Jiang Shuyu couldn't help shivering.

"Is it a bit cold?" Xie Yang stretched out his hand to test the water.

"No," Jiang Shuyu said with a satisfied face, "very comfortable."

"I'll go and boil another pot for you, ready for use."

Jiang Shuyu thought for a while, but she didn't want to be waited on anyway, so she nodded.

The moment he closed the door and turned around to come out, Xie Yang's tears burst out uncontrollably.

He held it in for too long.

From being kicked out of the house to wandering around, from being skinned and cramped by Qinsel Island to Gu Daopo piercing the heart with a sword, from knowing one's own mind to Jiang Shuyu's tragic death...too many twists and turns, the chest that can't even absorb the spiritual power of the abyss... The shame that had been erased had also become a knot between him and him that would never be untied.

But why is he still sad?

Big drops of tears fell into the snow, and his body couldn't support the grief. He finally knelt down in the snow and cried bitterly.

Tonight, the moon is white, the snow is white, and the silver is shining.