After being scummed by four men

Kong Shiyu held a golden pupil covered with blood in his hand, and the novelty in his eyes could not be concealed.

Next to him was a blond young man who had lost his left eye. The young man tilted his head powerlessly to one side, his eyes were closed tightly, and he had lost his vitality.

Kong Shiyu knelt on one knee beside the black coffin, gently removed the bandage on the face of the blond young man inside, and carefully placed the golden pupil in his hand.

The golden pupils slipped into the eye sockets smoothly, and the damaged muscles began to fuse and repair. Just when Kong Shiyu was about to get up, his neck was suddenly stuck and lifted up.

"!" Kong Shiyu opened his eyes wide, and made a "ho ho" sound from his throat, and kicked his legs weakly in the air.

A dark green vine with countless crimson flowers wrapped around his neck and lifted him up.

In Kong Shiyu's swaying field of vision, in the dim Japanese room, the young man with blond hair and golden eyes with bloodshot left eyelid still looked up at him coldly, closing the small black crown on his head and the red robe on his body. The white hakama is like a god with evil intentions and evil spirits.

"You better not lie to me." He Zecheng said coldly, his rosy lips opened and closed like a knife full of blood, making Kong Shiyu's heart beat wildly.

"Hmmmm!" Kong Shiyu tried to force out a series of grunts from his throat in horror, trying to prove that he was harmless.

Fortunately, He Zecheng didn't even think about killing him. He removed the vines and let him fall to the ground dripping with cold sweat.

Kong Shiyu carefully looked at He Zecheng's face, got up from the ground, saw that he was expressionless, and his golden pupils were shining, so he crawled and rolled away quickly.

After Kong Shiyu left, He Zecheng walked to the door, pushed open the door, and looked at the maple trees in the courtyard. The green maple leaves were piled one upon another, and clusters of red had already begun. Autumn had already arrived.

He Zecheng watched, with a wry smile on his face. The autumn wind blew over his vermilion leader's robe, and the feeling of the cold material sticking to his skin reminded him of the river of blood that flowed down the steps of the Panxing Sect yesterday.

If only earlier, if everything had been earlier...

If I had returned to the Panxing Sect earlier to prevent Chunzi from slaughtering, if I had realized that Xia Youjun had no will to change, if I had noticed the blazing hatred of the Nanako sisters earlier, if I had talked to Brother Wu earlier, if I had realized that Chunzi The child's purpose is terrible--

Maybe everything doesn't have to go to such a bad point.

He Zecheng walked under the maple tree, he looked up at the green cloud that seemed to be lit by sparks, and his clear golden pupils were full of loneliness and sadness.

He noticed that there were no secret guards in the courtyard. This was Junko's determination that he would not run away, and luckily it was not in vain.

Yes, how dare He Zecheng leave?

Once He Zecheng walks away from Junko, who will be Junko's next target?

If you want to change the world, Brother Wu and Xia Youjun will definitely try their best to stop it.

Yuren, who has just been involved in the world of magic, Yoshino Junpei, classmate Nishiko, teacher Noctua, Mimiko Nanako... how can everyone survive?

He Zecheng's hand in the sleeve robe slowly clenched, and he secretly made up his mind.

The moment the two meet is the moment of farewell.

Xia Youjie was rushing from Panxingjiao to the high school, and he just got the news from Ichino Toru that He Zecheng was taken away by a man who looked exactly like Cheng with seam marks on his head.

In addition, those "contractors" who supported He Zecheng's title of "Lord of Evil" are also dead.

During the time when He Zecheng was missing, Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru had already deduced the reason why He Zecheng became a curse.

It is because these boys and girls were forced to praise He Zecheng's name after the "contract", which turned into a curse like the double-faced Nuo thousands of years ago.

Xia Youjie and Wujo Satoru had already figured out a way to restore He Zecheng's life, which was to terminate the contract.

This is a tentative idea. For thousands of years, there has been no example of a curse returning to a human body. Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu don't know if it will be successful.

But before the two could figure out a way to persuade He Zecheng, who had become a curse, to accept the attempt to restore his human body, someone practiced their idea in advance.

According to Ichino Toru's description, this approach should have worked, which led to He Zecheng being taken away irresistibly.

It's just that the method is very bloody, Xia Youjie is very worried now, Cheng, who has recovered his human body, will be overwhelmed, and will take the deaths of those boys and girls on himself.

Also, this person knows Cheng's state so well, and is exactly the same as Cheng's, especially the seam on his forehead, which reminds Xia Youjie of He Zecheng's dead first girlfriend Junko Koizumi.

Koizumi Junko was killed by the murderer who opened the cranial cavity and took away the brain.

But is this really the case?

So why does the sign of "seam marks" reappear?

Xia Youjie had already notified Gojo Wu and Fu Heisher on his side to look for news about He Zecheng and that person, and he himself came to the Xingxing Palace, the shrine where Master Tianyuan lived, looking for an answer.

The sunlight in the courtyard gradually turned yellow, and finally dimmed until it slowly disappeared, replaced by the cold moonlight sprinkled on the brick and stone wooden rafters in the courtyard.

He Zecheng lowered his eyes to look at the leaf shadow moving slowly with the wind on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to go back to the house.

However, when he turned around, he saw a handsome young man with cold skin, wearing a dark blue kimono, holding a simple and elegant carved lantern, looking at him quietly in the corridor.

He Zecheng was stunned. He looked at the handsome young man in disbelief, and took a step back in a daze.

The young man has long hair reaching his waist, braids on both sides of his cheeks, his eyebrows are as cold as stars, his thin lips are indifferently pursed, his tall body is tall and tall, and he has a very natural reserved and elegant appearance, like an ancient nobleman Children like that.

He Zecheng watched him approaching slowly, walking calmly, still the kind of demeanor that made him feel ashamed since he was young.

The upturned eye corners that he was familiar with, the sinister eyes, and the shuddering viciousness that filled his lips when he curled his lips, everything made He Zecheng feel short of breath and heartbeat.

At the same time, He Zecheng's fingers clenched his sleeves tightly again, and there was an expanding sorrow, like the venom that corroded the heart, burning He Zecheng with pain, and his eye sockets swelled with patience.

"I came back for you, have you come back for me too?" He Zecheng raised his head, looked at him looking down at himself, and said in a low voice.

Yan Suo is not the kind of person who is unexpectedly gentle and caring when he lowers his voice. His insidiousness seeps into his bones. feeling.

However, He Zecheng was so short of breath because of this that he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and fell limply in his arms, as if he let him do whatever he wanted, completely captured by him.

It's him, it's really him, he's back, He Zecheng is leaning on his chest, his eyes are covered with a layer of tears under the moonlight, looking at him reluctantly, describing him over and over again eyebrows.

But today he wants to say goodbye to him.

"Yusuo, my name." Yansuo let go of his hand, let the lantern fall to the ground, held He Zecheng's face in his hands, lowered his head to touch his forehead, and said in a low voice.

"Zuo Suo." He Zecheng read it again in a low voice, watching his double pupil tremble, then smiled slightly, and read it again in a low voice, "Zuo Suo."

That kind of simple satisfaction and simple happiness made Lisuo feel that he was still so stupid, but also so cute that he was tempted.

"It seems that you have remembered it," Yan Suo slowly raised the corners of his lips, then lowered his head to his ear, his hot and humid breath hit his cochlea, and said with a light smile, "I hope you will continue to say my name all the time." .”

As he spoke, Yansuo pulled out the black ribbon that tied He Zecheng's slender waist, and covered He Zecheng's eyes with the belt.

"Yuan, Yansuo, Yansuo..." He Zecheng murmured hoarsely the name of the young man with cold white skin that was evil, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Tonight is the time for the two to say goodbye.

Yan Suo didn't know anything about it, his eyes were half closed, the tails of his eyes were raised, and he looked at He Zecheng with a smile on his lips, with a look of ease.

Beads of sweat slipped from his forehead and condensed on his graceful chin, before it fell off, there was a hazy gleam in the moonlight.

This is his lover, his treasure, his possession.Yan Suo looked deeply at He Zecheng.

This is a treasure that he is unwilling to share with others even if he helps all the sentient beings sinking in the six realms of reincarnation.

Yan Suo's eyes lightly swept over He Zecheng's snow-white body, and then moved down again.

The lantern just now hadn't been extinguished yet, and it was flickering flames in the night wind. From the lantern, there were large swaths of pale yellow lights and shadows.

A little light and shadow just sprinkled on his skin, like a graceful and elegant flower blooming in the snow.

Yan Suo's eyes flickered, and then he supported He Zecheng with both hands, and completely embraced him in his arms.

And at a place that Yan Suo didn't see, the hand that was holding onto his back slowly lifted tremblingly, and a crimson rose with dark green branches slowly grew out of the palm of the hand, in the palm of his hand. Under the cold moonlight, it was extremely strange.

This is the harbinger of parting.

Gojo Satoru and Fu Heisher were so busy that they didn't touch the ground, but they couldn't find any trace of He Zecheng.

After Xia Youjie got the news from Xi Xinggong that He Zecheng should now be with a dangerous person named "Zuo Suo", the two became more anxious.

However, even with the help of Master Tian Yuan, this cunning Suo still has a few tricks. After Xia Youjie, who is as witty as a fox and has a keen mind, joined, the three of them still couldn't find any news.

Just when the three of them were tired and anxious, and their eyes were bloodshot, a certain sky in Tokyo suddenly turned crimson.

A pair of huge jade hands protruded from the air, carrying a continuous flow of blood, holding a round of black sun slowly rising, and then a black rain of flames fell like a waterfall...

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