After being scummed by four men

In the bushes in the corner, there is a spider lying leisurely on its web, waiting for its prey to fall into the trap.

The blond young man with a seam on his forehead stood quietly on the steps, listening to the sound of blood rushing down the steps, looking at the hazy sky in the distance, waiting for his belongings to return.

Finally, a crumbling voice appeared not far away, staggering towards this side.

The corners of the blond youth's lips curled into a slight arc, and his eyes watched him approaching in embarrassment.

With a blank mind, He Zecheng walked towards the blond young man at the door of the Panxing Sect. The red and black blood stains criss-crossing on the steps, and the seam marks on the young man's forehead made him think of a possibility...

"Junko!" He Zecheng shouted at the young man on the steps with red eyes in hatred, and then he could no longer support his body that was on the verge of collapse, and fell in front of him.

The blond young man called "Junko", who is also the man who controls He Zecheng's body, laughed jokingly when he heard this:

"In the end, you came back to me."

In the end, it's me who owns you.

He Zecheng closed his eyes, and asked him in a trembling voice:

"Junko, where are the children?"

After saying this, He Zecheng felt a burst of suffocation that made his eyes go black.

He had just reversed the curse and transformed back into a human being, and all his emotions were restored in an instant.

Guilt, remorse, fear and other repressed emotions flooded his mouth and nose like a tide.

Li Suo glanced at him indifferently, stepped on the blood stains and walked down the steps slowly, he said casually:

"Of course—all of them were killed."

"You bastard!" He Zecheng yelled at him hoarsely, but his jaw was suddenly clamped.

"Little brat," Yan Suo's eyes became dark, he looked down at him, then forced him to raise his head, and said in a sinister tone, "Are you going to annoy me for a few people who should be damned?"

Damn them!How dare they threaten you!

"Damn? Furious?" He Zecheng gritted his teeth and stared at him, angrily said, "Why do you arbitrarily judge the life and death of others? They... are just children who haven't grown up!"

He Zecheng's favoritism caused a surge of jealous anger in his heart, and he sneered and mocked:

"They're kids, but they're not fools. They know what they're doing."

"Besides," Yan Suo's eyes seemed to be stained with dampness and coldness under the dark sky, he said indifferently, "you who executed the villagers arbitrarily, what right do you have to accuse me?"

After he finished speaking, he regretted it, and as expected, a layer of tears welled up in He Zecheng's eyes, and his heart throbbed uncontrollably.

He shouldn't have said that, the so-called sister Nanako Mimiko was originally used by him to lead Xia Youjie to collapse and defect, but he didn't expect it to happen by mistake...

He was the one who made He Zecheng like this.

Yan Suo silently leaned over and hugged He Zecheng, who was weak all over, and walked towards the distance regardless of his struggle and resistance...

After He Zecheng lost his curse status, he couldn't bear the collapse of the concept of "shou meat" and fell into a coma.

After an unknown amount of time, He Zecheng finally woke up. After waking up, he was extremely sensitive to the fact that there was someone around him.

He Zecheng struggled to support himself, and then saw the dim Japanese room, sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

—and the cube covered with eyes in his hand.

A super-level cursed prison gate?

He Zecheng held his breath for an instant, and he, being smart, quickly figured out a lot of things.

His whereabouts, his state, and Master Tianyuan's defense, plus the prison gate that can seal things and weaken the power of the spell...

"Wake up." Yan Suo stopped playing with the prison gate, glanced at him indifferently, but couldn't help tightening his fingers pinching the prison gate.

"You, what do you want Junko to do?" He Zecheng slowed down his breathing as much as possible to make himself look less nervous. He just glanced at the prison gate with restraint, and then looked away.

He Zecheng said softly:

"Who do you want to attack? Brother Wu or Mr. Xia You?"

Although He Zecheng has tried his best to hide his thoughts, but now he is like a prey that has been caught, every slightest movement will evolve from a small tremor to a huge reaction in the rope.

Yan Suo's fingers pinching the prison gate became tighter and tighter, and the black flame of jealousy flowed out from the bottom of his heart like hot magma again.

Yan Suo's voice still sounded calm, but he suddenly leaned forward and approached him:

"It's really... intimate."

He Zecheng became short of breath, looking nervously at his double light golden pupils that were exactly the same as his own now, his heart was pounding, and he felt panicked and flustered in his heart.

However, Yan Suo said something he didn't expect.

"Want to know?" Yan Suo looked at him quietly for a while, then chuckled, and said in a cold voice, "then go back to your own body."

He Zecheng was stunned.

He Zecheng was stunned for a while, then lowered his head, his fingers slowly clenched the mattress, his voice was full of expectation and strong despair:

"Why, why? At the beginning, you killed me with your own hands."

Don't say anything because I'm going to be a curse and forget you and kill me!Do you think I will believe it?

You just...just need my spells.

With his head lowered, he didn't notice that after he said the last sentence, the pupils of Yan Suo shrank suddenly.

Lisuo did not say the reason, but said lightly:

"You want to live too. Then come back, and you can live when you come back."

Yan Suo didn't know why he was so confused, but actually went to He Zecheng himself to tell him about a messy move.

Bringing He Zecheng back to life is actually a meaningless move to the Daye plan.

But I don't know why, after thinking that He Zecheng might be able to resurrect with his own magic, he completely lost control.

Out of control to find him, out of control to bring him back to life to hinder himself, out of control to want him to come back and stay by his side.

Lin Suo had a bad feeling about this, and this feeling of distorting his own will was so familiar.

That windy night, He Zecheng's phone call:

"I want you to come back, if you come back, I will..."

Yan Suo interrupted his thoughts abruptly, he didn't dare to think any more, deceiving himself as if as long as he didn't think about it, nothing would happen.

He forced himself to focus on He Zecheng in front of him, waiting for him to give in in order to survive.

However, he only waited for He Zecheng's gray eyes raised up, and the tear stains on his face that hurt his eyes.

"...I refuse." Hearing his voice, Li Suo said tiredly and desperately.

Yan Suo was stunned, and at the moment he heard He Zecheng's refusal, He Zecheng's crying voice "buzzed" through his brain, causing his ears to roar blankly.

The scene of watching his lover gradually lose vitality and warmth in his arms flashed countless times before his eyes like a recurring nightmare.

Yan Suo tensed his body subconsciously, and during the short period of time when he lost consciousness, his image in He Zecheng's eyes froze in displeasure.

He Zecheng looked away coldly, and his voice also became cold:

"Let's go, Junko, no matter what your plan is, I won't let you do it."

Yan Suo slowly reacted, and he sneered expressionlessly:

"Intend?"

Yan Suo turned his head abruptly, looking at him with an extremely suppressed strong emotion in his eyes, and his voice was difficult and ruthless:

"You have to come back alive! Am I discussing it with you? Brat!"

Do you think I will allow you to die in front of me one more time?

"Why? Junko, I don't understand." He Zecheng's pupils trembled slightly, and the tears continued to flow down, wetting his fingertips.

Yan Suo flung his hand away as if he had been scalded. He turned away from looking at He Zecheng, and concealed his trembling fingers under the wide sleeves.

"Why! Junko! Answer me!" He Zecheng choked up and shouted at him when he saw that Ling Suo was always avoiding to answer.

But Yan Suo stood up all of a sudden, and walked towards the door.

Persisting in his long-cherished wish for thousands of years, he always advertises himself as calm and ruthless, and he doesn't want to face the fact that makes him unbearable.

"Junko! Don't go! Come back!" He Zecheng cried out of breath behind him, "Answer me! Please! Answer me!"

In He Zecheng's voice, there was a kind of despair that almost collapsed the will of He Zecheng.

Yan Suo's voice also became hoarse. He stood behind the closed door and talked to He Zecheng through the door, as if a thin paper door seemed to be able to cover everything and give him infinite courage.

He tried his best to act cold, but in the end he just said:

"...Think carefully, I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Junko!" He Zecheng cried from inside the door.

Lin Suo hurriedly left with messy steps.

As soon as the next day dawned, He Zecheng opened his eyes and stared at the door.

When he looked at the door, he didn't repent and wanted to be resurrected. He Zecheng's refusal was a sincere desire to die.

The deaths of those villagers, the deaths of those boys and girls, all the wrong things he did, and all the love-hate entanglements that exhausted him, made him have no will to survive.

Tired, hopeless, regretful, wanting to stop here.

However, for what happened before his death, He Zecheng still had a trace of crazy and desperate expectation in his heart.

That is, Junko...does he have feelings for him?

...Did he really love himself?

This answer was quite meaningless, but for some reason, he just wanted an answer relentlessly.

Obviously, when he was killed by Junko last time, he said categorically that he would never love him again.

However... However, in fact, he is so worthless.

After being treated like this, they couldn't restrain the almost distorted greed.

However, he didn't see Junko again until night when it was completely dark outside.

What made him even more desperate was that Junko still didn't give him an answer.

Junko instead made a request he couldn't refuse.

However, what Lisuo didn't know was that there would be an event that would completely reverse his next life, and everything he had hidden would be revealed in front of the two of them unexpectedly...

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I'm so obedient, I almost didn't finish writing...