After being scummed by four men

Since defecting ten years ago, He Zecheng has not returned home.

It's not that he's afraid of the threat from the high-level people in the magic world. The magic world doesn't attack ordinary people, it's just because He Zecheng doesn't know how to deal with Grandpa Knotweed and Youren.

If Grandpa Hu Zhang asked him about his defection, what would he say?

"I'm sorry Grandpa, I killed, I killed 112 unarmed people."

"I'm sorry Youren, brother killed someone, he's a murderer."

He Zecheng couldn't say it, so he could only send money desperately to Grandpa Hu Zhang and Youren Zai Zai as a compensation.

—But he is really homesick.

He Zecheng greedily looked at everything familiar and unfamiliar in the Knotweed House through the fence, until the pain from his body became more and more severe, and then he stumbled into He Ze's house.

"My lord..." Kong Shiyu reminded in a low voice.

"Don't talk too much," Yan Suo glanced at him coldly, and said calmly, "It seems that Xiao Huizi has been dead for too long, and you have forgotten what to do and what not to do."

"Xiao Huizi" was the woman who said that he had slackened his great cause at the beginning, and asked him if he had an affair and lingered forever.

This woman who grew up in Lisuo became unhappy because of a questioning, and was killed by Kong Shiyu who had been instructed by Lisuo.

Kong Shiyu's face turned pale all of a sudden, then he bent down suddenly, lowered his head deeply, trembling, and didn't dare to say a word anymore.

After Yansuo hit Kong Shiyu once, he ignored him, and just walked slowly towards He Zezhai.

He Zecheng tried to commit suicide, but his spell power was chaotic and he couldn't gather the spell power at all, so he decided to blew himself up.

Today is December 2017, 12, at 25 o'clock in the morning.

On Christmas Eve on the 24th, Xia Youjie is well, Wujo Wu is well, the students of the Conjuration College are well, and everyone is well.

And on Christmas Day on the 25th, when the sun rises at 8:[-], a gentle person is about to end his life.

He Zecheng endured the severe pain that made his brain go blank, and tried his best to draw the spell power all over his body, letting them spurt out like exploded fragments.

Just when He Zecheng felt his muscles began to separate, at this moment, his heart was suddenly empty.

Someone sneaked up on him from behind and crushed his heart. At the same time, the progress of his transformation into the curse suddenly froze and stopped completely.

He Zecheng stared blankly at the palm with heart fragments and sticky blood passing through the back of his heart, and then, a long-lost sense of familiarity appeared behind him, making He Zecheng's face reveal an inconceivable expression His expression twitched and trembled:

"Pun, Junko?"

"...It's me." A male voice behind him said in a low voice, and then He Zecheng, whose body was limp, fell into the arms of a man.

Looking at the man's completely unfamiliar face and the sutures on his forehead, that appearance was completely different from Junko's, but He Zecheng knew that it was him.

He is Junko.

"You, aren't you dead?" He Zecheng stared blankly at Ling Suo, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Not dead." Yan Suo said in a low voice, he held He Zecheng in his arms, and the palm of his right hand was still inserted in He Zecheng's heart, but he seemed to feel the broken heart in his hand twitch.

"Why didn't you come to me?" He Zecheng felt a rusty smell in his throat, which was very uncomfortable, but he insisted on asking, "Why did you leave me?"

Yan Suo just looked at him quietly with lowered eyes, without any answer.

"I see, you don't want me anymore," He Zecheng answered by himself, he twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile was full of bitterness, "I make you feel tired."

"No, I will never want you." Ling Suo said in a deep voice.

He Zecheng didn't believe it, turned his head away, and felt his body start to feel cold:

"You killed me, do you think I will believe it?"

But Yansuo became excited all of a sudden, and He Zecheng felt that he was hugged even tighter, and his heart was squeezed even tighter. He heard Yansuo say in a sinister and crazy voice:

"You can't become a curse! Absolutely not!"

"If you become a curse, you will forget the relationship between us, and you will never love me again!" Ron Suo said coldly, "I will never allow this to happen!"

However, Li Suo heard He Zecheng sneer at him in a very indifferent voice:

"lie."

He Zecheng turned his head back, looked at him sharply, and asked him:

"Why do you want me to hide my spell?"

Without waiting for a reply from Lin Suo, He Zecheng then said coldly:

"How did you know I was here?"

Yan Suo didn't answer, but said in a low voice, looking around:

"Go to sleep, it won't hurt after you sleep."

"The suture on your forehead is a surgery, it is a surgery that allows you to change your body to obtain the owner of the body." He Zecheng guessed the truth at once, "You want my body, you want my surgery , That’s why you came to kill me today.”

No, no, Yan Suo said silently, looking at He Zecheng's indifferent and haggard expression.

From the very beginning when He Zecheng awakened the spell, he did have the urge to kill him, but it was precisely because he really fell in love with He Zecheng that he never did it, allowing this thousand-year long-cherished wish to be delayed. .

But he looked into He Zecheng's eyes and knew he wouldn't believe it.

"How did you know that I became a curse?" He Zecheng felt a burst of weakness. He knew that his death was approaching, but he still insisted on looking at Ling Suo, trying to find the truth.

Yan Suo's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

"Pan Xing Sect has someone from you?" He Zecheng was very smart, and he figured it out immediately, "No, to be precise, you lured me to Pan Xing Sect on purpose."

He Zecheng smiled wryly and kept shaking his head. He wanted to cry, and his eye sockets became sore, but his cursed eyes couldn't shed any tears at all.

"You already planned it when I awakened the spell, and you've been thinking about how to kill me since then!" He Zecheng breathed in pain, with the blood hole in his chest heaving greatly He Zecheng was in pain because of the churning of flesh and blood.

"I don't." Ron Suo said dryly, his words were extremely bitter.

On May 2004, 5, at the campus night festival, in front of the pet box containing the red-backed black spider, the blond boy squatted on the ground resentfully and drew circles:

"I curse you and no one will believe you when you tell the truth."

At that time, Li Suo sneered and said:

"Give up, you are a mere non-artist, you will never be able to do it in your life."

But today the curse really came true.

"I think my life is a joke!" He Zecheng looked at the strange face of Yansuo with sadness and hatred, and blood slowly oozed from his eye sockets like tears.

"When I didn't have the magic power to awaken, I was desperately waiting for the ending of the doomed separation between the magician and the non-magician every day," He Zecheng cried, with blood and tears streaming down his eyes, which looked shocking against his light golden double pupils , "Awakened the magic power, the barrier finally disappeared, but my lover wanted to kill me because of this!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Yan Suo felt his heart ache, he held He Zecheng in his arms with all his strength, and apologized in a low voice over and over again weakly.

"April 4st, April Fool's Day," He Zecheng's voice trembled, the day he awakened his magic power was April 1st, 2005, and he suddenly laughed, "Junko, look, even fate is mocking me Woolen cloth."

"Mock me, hopeless fool."

Yansuo lowered his head to touch his forehead, without saying a word, as if he was enduring some unspeakable pain, hugged He Zecheng, and shook him as if coaxing him:

"Sleep, Cheng, it won't hurt when you fall asleep."

But He Zecheng said something that made him so painful that he wanted to go crazy.

"Junko, I really regret meeting you!" He Zecheng cried, twitching in his arms, "If I hadn't met you, would I still be an ordinary person?"

"I can still live happily with my grandfather and Youren every day."

"Brother Wu and Mr. Xia You will be very safe and happy..."

"But you ruined everything!" He Zecheng yelled at him, with a heartbroken voice, "Why, why did I want to meet you!"

"But you are about to meet me," Yan Suo buried his head into his neck, lowered his voice, sounding cruel and determined, "You are destined to be captured by me, possessed by me, and loved by me."

"Do you think you can escape?"

Yansuo suddenly raised his head, stared at him viciously, pinched his chin, forced him to look at himself, and said in a cold voice:

"Even if you fled to the ends of the earth, I will catch up, catch you, tear you apart, and integrate you into my flesh and blood."

"Let you have no choice but to be possessed by me!"

He Zecheng stared at him blankly, looking at him absent-mindedly, He Zecheng found in disbelief that the man who killed him with his own hands still loved him, loved him deeply, so he laughed maliciously .

"Junzi, I'm in so much pain." He Zecheng gently put his head close to the arms of Lisuo, and said to him coquettishly.

Yan Suo looked at him with a sullen expression, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

He Zecheng raised his head, looked at him innocently, smiled, and there was endless darkness in his light golden double pupils:

"Junko, my heart hurts so much."

Yan Suo panicked, he took a breath, and wanted to withdraw the right hand inserted into He Zecheng's heart, but saw He Zecheng frowned in pain, which made him froze all of a sudden.

"Junko, I feel like my heart is about to break." He Zecheng lightly rubbed his head against Rensuo's chest, and said coquettishly, "Help me, Junko, I'm so uncomfortable."

Yansuo slowly reacted, he knew that He Zecheng was deliberately retaliating against him, but Yansuo still felt uncontrollable pain.

"I'm so cold, Junko, why do I feel like I'm going to die." He Zecheng's voice became weaker and weaker, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Yan Suo hugged him, stroked his hair gently, and kissed his forehead. His lover was slowly dying in his arms, and he felt that the temperature in his body was gradually leaving with the death of his lover. go.

In the end, finally, He Zecheng stopped uttering those vicious words constantly, his face gradually turned gray, with dried blood and tears on his face, his light golden double pupils were out of focus, and they were empty.

Just when Li Suo thought that He Zecheng had died like this, he heard a sigh that seemed to be relieved, almost inaudible:

"Farewell, Junko, I will never fall in love with you again."

Yan Suo straightened up abruptly, staring fixedly at the blond young man in his arms, but the young man had completely lost his voice.

Desperation pervaded in the heart of Lisuo, he lowered his head, buried his face in the neck of his dead lover, wept secretly, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Yan Suo raised his head, and carefully observed the blond young man who had lost his voice. Finally, those cursed eyes seemed to be unable to hide under his gaze, and became brighter and brighter. , The brightness is creepy and eerie.

But Yan Suo smiled, he hooked his lips, and his voice was soft, implying a kind of casual appreciation:

"Little devil, it's really you."

Yan Suo lightly stroked He Zecheng's eyes, and then he took out the seal talisman paper from his sleeve and pasted it on those eyes, and then gently hugged He Zecheng, and went downstairs.

Fu Heisher was rained several times in the field in just two days, which made him extremely irritable.

Even though he ate a lot of melons from He Zecheng, the raindrops on his body are not only painful, but also various emotions such as sourness, regret, anger, despair, etc., are transmitted through the rain.

Fu Heisher, who was forced to empathize, listened to the voice outside the domain, thinking that since He Zecheng died, this domain should also collapse.

Fu Heisher sat on the throne with his head tilted, not afraid of death at all, leisurely waiting for the world to collapse.

Then he waited for a kick.

Fu Heisher was kicked off the throne.

Plop!Crash!

Fu Heisher reacted quickly and got up from the lake as soon as he was kicked down.

Fu Heisher looked up at the throne, and saw a blond young man wearing a small black crown and a red robe and white hakama, sitting on the throne and looking at him coldly.

What caught Fu Heisher's attention the most was his pair of creepy light golden double pupils, which were full of wildness and darkness, without a trace of humanity.

When Fu Heisher was looking fascinated, he was strangled by a vine. As a heaven and tyrant, his reaction speed was so fast that even Wujo Wu couldn't catch it, and he was restrained all of a sudden. Living.

Before Fu Heisher had time to think, he saw the young man with blond hair and red robe looking down at him, squinting his eyes, and said in a cold voice:

"Who gave you permission to sit here, eh?"

Immediately afterwards, Fu Heisher's neck was pulled down by the vine, and he lowered his head, and then he heard the young man's voice arrogantly and coldly say:

"Have I given you permission to look up? Disrespectful."

Fu Heisher felt his blood boil all of a sudden, he lowered his head, raised the corners of his lips, and the scars on the corners of his lips were also touched sexyly.

Fu Heisher forcefully raised his head indifferently, looked at the discontented blond young man on the throne, and smiled very maliciously:

"What, want to fight?"

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The author has something to say:

Well, Naohuajiang has left with his own soy sauce hhh

And today I will slow down even more. I just started to write about my parents, so I have to organize my thoughts carefully. Let’s read the next part at night.