Burning fire

"I'm fine, I have a low fever." Zhou Qizun put on a blushing face, smoking a cigarette at the door.

Guo Qingxuan glared at him, so she didn't stare out the longan. She wanted to check Zhou Qizun's body temperature, but she didn't bother to do so: "Zhang Jueming is awake? You have injuries all over your body, what are you doing here?"

"Not yet awake." Zhou Qizun took a puff of smoke and said simply, "Jade Ming doesn't like the smell of smoke."

——That's why he came out to smoke.

Guo Qingxuan: "..."

Should it be said that Zhang Jueming has been really difficult these years, or should it be said that Zhang Jueming is really confused, seeing that Zhou Qizun can still work hard for him.

Maybe it was because of a fever and staying up late, or something else, Zhou Qizun's eyes were red, and the bags under his eyes were swollen, like a pair of swollen fish stomachs, against the dizzy dark circles, it was enough to scare a ghost to death .

With his messy hair sticking out of his head, he sprayed out smoke rings one after another.If it weren't for his good bones, full forehead, high nose bridge, and a little bit of human appearance, Guo Qingxuan designated him as an evil spirit with his current appearance, and scratched him with one claw.

"If Zhang Jueming wakes up and sees you like this, he will definitely die of anger!" Guo Qingxuan was about to die of anger.

Zhou Qizun frowned: "Jae Ming never loses his temper with me. Even if he is angry, he can be coaxed with a few words."

What he said was a little different.I don't know if he offended Guo Qingxuan inadvertently, or if he had to put a knife in his own heart.

"...You..." Guo Qingxuan had nothing against this beast.

It is estimated that only Zhang Jueming can get up from the bed to control Zhou Qizun.

But Zhou Qizun is not bad either.He was so stimulated...that was a blood feud, that was his only sister, his only...the only Zhang Jueming.

If it were someone else, he might not be able to tell what it would be like to be crazy.

Guo Qingxuan saw Zhou Qizun's hand.At his protruding joints, the skin and flesh blossomed and were brightly colored.

Guo Qingxuan didn't dare to stand up and talk without backache anymore, she sighed: "I know you're uncomfortable, and you can't take it for a while, but you can't make fun of your body. Zhang Jueming is still lying in there, he needs you."

"I know." Zhou Qizun was directly crushed to death by the cigarette butt in his hand.He looked far away, raised his hand, and wanted to throw the cigarette butt into the wastebasket in the distance, but he missed it, almost.

Zhou Qizun clicked his tongue, walked over to pick up the cigarette butt, and threw it into the wastebasket.

"......you......"

"I said I know." Zhou Qizun walked back across to Guo Qingxuan, leaning against the door frame, "Give me the medicine, I'll take it. And I'm a little hungry, I want to eat something."

"This kind of injury is really nothing. I'm old now, and I can't resist tossing. If it was ten years ago, climbing mountains and going into the water would not be a problem." Zhou Qizun said lightly, "I didn't talk nonsense, and I didn't give up on myself, don't Look down on me so much."

——Anyway, he is used to match Zhang Jueming.The mountain ghost, that is the overlord in Mimi, how could he be so weak.

Guo Qingxuan sighed again and had nothing to say.

At this time, Zhao Ting came in from the outside with medicine in one hand and water in the other.When she saw Zhou Qizun's death, she immediately kicked her feet.

Zhao Ting stuffed the water cup and medicine to Guo Qingxuan, walked over without saying a word, and raised her hand to slap Zhou Qizun!

Guo Qingxuan was dumbfounded.She was dumbfounded and said, "Aunt Zhao?...He still has injuries..."

"Injury? I don't think he looks like him at all!" Zhao Ting's throat became sore.

Also stunned was Zhou Qizun, who was almost stunned by the sudden slap.

In my impression, Zhao Ting has always been a gentle and strong woman, she is the best mother in the world.But right now that's not the case at all, the beating is so ruthless, it's not polite and merciless, it's like a shrew messing around.

Zhao Ting pressed Zhou Qizun's forehead again - what kind of low fever, this temperature hurts my hand!

"People are almost cooked, and they can still smoke! My body smells like smoke, and my throat doesn't even know it hurts!" Zhao Ting scolded angrily, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Zhou Qizun stared at her crying face for a while, and then slowly said, "Aunt Zhao, don't be angry, I'll take medicine."

Zhao Ting was stunned for a while, wiping the tears from her face: "I haven't eaten since last night, right? I haven't eaten yet, how can I take medicine on an empty stomach? I'll make some porridge."

Zhao Ting: "How is the one inside?"

"Jiaming is still sleeping, let's not disturb him for now." Zhou Qizun said.

Zhao Ting glanced at the door and then at Guo Qingxuan.Guo Qingxuan nodded to Zhao Ting.

Zhao Ting sniffled and turned to go to the kitchen.Her footsteps were weak and the ground was very empty.

Zhou Qizun suddenly grabbed Zhao Ting's wrist.His big, feverish hands were rough and hot, and the place where the rice sticks were burned was even hotter, like a hard soldering iron.

"Aunt Zhao, I'm sorry." Zhou Qizun said heavily.

Zhao Ting pushed Zhou Qizun's hand away and shook her head. Her voice weakened, she lost the strength of a shrew, and changed back to the original Zhao Ting: "Auntie is going to cook for you. If the fever does not subside by noon, Auntie will take you Go to the hospital."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhou Qizun said.

Seeing Zhao Ting's back turned out of the door frame, Zhou Qizun looked sideways at Guo Qingxuan and sighed: "Did you hide it? What did you tell her? I think she was terrified."

"It's all said. What should be said, what should not be said." Guo Qingxuan paused, looked down at Ni Lin on her chest, "She already knew about my relationship with Dongyang, she recognized me."

Zhou Qizun was taken aback, and sighed for a moment: "That's fine. No matter what the truth is, no matter how cruel it is, she has the right to know. You can chase her out and see, I'm a little worried about her."

"Okay." Guo Qingxuan just took two steps, then turned her head and frowned, "Hurry up and go into the house."

"En." Zhou Qizun waved his hand, opened the door and went back to the house.

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Guo Qingxuan went from the house to the kitchen, and found Zhao Ting at the door of the kitchen.

Zhao Ting stood there with her back bent and crying.

Guo Qingxuan went over and stood beside her silently for a while, hesitating for a while, not daring to reach out to touch her.

Zhao Ting cried for a long time, then rubbed her face vigorously, turned and went into the kitchen.She sat on the water, poured the rice into the pot, and stared blankly at the mouth of the pot gurgling open.

Guo Qingxuan stood at the door until she could smell the faint scent of rice porridge, and Zhao Ting finally spoke: "I have heard the legend of ghosts and ghosts since I was a child, and you... Dongyang also called Xiaolong Female...Thinking about it this way, there is no wind without waves, but I didn't believe it earlier. But I...all of a sudden...I'm still confused."

Zhao Ting: "I have to take it easy...you don't have to worry about me."

Zhao Ting stirred the pot with a spoon: "Indeed..."

Zhao Ting continued: "Before I couldn't find out the cause of Dongyang's death. Now that I know, the big stone in my heart has been thrown down."

——Compared with the cause of his son's death, ghosts and ghosts seem insignificant to a lonely mother.

She is not more courageous than others, but what is she afraid of?She lives only by those thoughts.

"Since it's real, why can't Dongyang's ghost give me a dream." Zhao Ting complained in pain, "It's not worth throwing your life away as a soldier, and getting involved in these... ..."

Guo Qingxuan wanted to cry again. ——Lei Dongyang is out of his wits.

"I will avenge him." Guo Qingxuan said word by word.

Zhao Ting took a deep breath, and her chest rose and fell sharply once.She turned her head and waved to Guo Qingxuan: "Come here, come and serve me porridge...Auntie is not afraid of you."

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After eating a bowl of rice porridge, Zhao Ting re-treated Zhou Qizun's wound.

When dealing with the wound on his leg, Zhao Ting recognized it as a knife wound and let out a long sigh. ——She also saw the scars of knife stabbing on Lei Dongyang's body.The taste in it cannot be dispelled by a few words.

The ugly monster was worried about his life, and Lin Juan came in early to act as a stick, holding the little white rabbit in his arms.

Guo Qingxuan hesitated a few times, and finally pointed to the rabbit and told Zhao Ting that it was Guo Xiaotong.

"Really?" Zhao Ting reached out to touch the rabbit, but didn't dare.

The little white rabbit's ruby ​​eyeballs circled twice, stretched its head, rubbed its head in Zhao Ting's hand, and spoke humanly: "Aunt Zhao, you are not afraid of me, are you?"

"Oh!" Zhao Ting withdrew her hand hurriedly, and after a while reached out to touch the rabbit's ears tentatively, "Don't be afraid, Aunt Zhao is afraid of you."

"My God...that's true." Zhao Ting smiled shortly.

Seeing her smile, even if it was a short smile, Guo Qingxuan and Zhou Qizun felt relieved.

Zhang Jueming on the bed still lay motionless, not even moving a single eyelash, but fortunately, his complexion was much better than last night, and his lips were slightly redder.

Afraid to scare Zhao Ting, Zhou Qizun covered the wound on Zhang Jueming's chest with a quilt. It is hard to see what is going on, but it should be much better, otherwise Zhou Qizun would not dare to touch it.

"Go and rest, I'll take care of him. Didn't you sleep all night? You still have a fever." Zhao Ting and Zhou Qizun said.

"Aunt Zhao, I can't sleep without looking at him. Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Zhou Qizun refused.

No matter how brave he was, what he said was true, Guo Qingxuan understood, so he couldn't persuade him much.Zhao Ting frowned, but she still agreed when she arrived, and only asked: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must call me."

Seeing Zhou Qizun nodding, Zhao Tingcai felt relieved, her head was too messed up, she didn't dare to relax, so she ran to the other side to look at Ma Boyuan.

Guo Qingxuan and Lin Juan didn't stay too long. Guo Xiaotong, a rabbit, nestled in Lin Juan's arms, and naturally followed.

When everyone left, only Zhou Qizun and Zhang Jueming were left in the room.

Zhou Qizun sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt, and looked at Zhang Jueming's chest—the flesh on the surface hadn't grown well yet, but the hole had been filled.

He masochistically stared at the wound all night, not only surprised by the strong resilience of the mountain ghost, but also understood something more deeply.

For example, the words Zhang Jueming hit his heart for the first time: "Is it disgusting?"

It's not that Zhang Jueming is hypocritical, it's not that Zhang Jueming is timid.He really is a monster.From this, Zhou Qizun fully understood Zhang Jueming's submissiveness, humbleness and fearfulness.

It's not just as simple as understanding.Zhang Jueming once suffered a lot, perhaps because he was a "monster".That being the case, he has been hiding in the dark for so long with the Longevity Bell in his arms, and he almost grows up with the darkness. Who has the right to ask him to bravely see the light.

Zhou Qizun asked himself, if he were himself, he might not be stronger than Zhang Jueming.

Moreover, Zhang Jueming is so clean.The roots of the lotus are still dirty, but Zhang Jueming is spotless.He is an amber buried in ashes, never extinguished by fire and never dimmed by dust.

Zhou Qizun couldn't help touching Zhang Jueming's face again, stroking back and forth on that cold and fair face.

He was running a fever, seeing Zhang Jueming's pale lips, couldn't hold back, lowered his head and kissed him.

It was not Zhou Qizun's original intention to do such a shameless thing when a person was unconscious.But when he tasted the cold and soft taste, he unconsciously used the tip of his tongue to pry open Zhang Jueming's lips and teeth.

Zhang Jueming's lips and teeth were soft, and it was easy to pry them open.

Zhou Qizun felt a dry sweetness on the tip of his tongue. He passed under Zhang Jueming's neck with one hand, gently lifted Zhang Jueming's head, and kissed him enough.

Although he didn't get any response, after a long kiss, Zhou Qizun found his heart was beating.

The beating is not fast, but the sound is full and lively—as if something that has been dead for a long time suddenly comes alive.

Zhou Qizun let out a long breath.He lowered his eyes and saw that the clothes he had changed for Zhang Jueming were still piled on the ground.

Zhou Qizun bent down and picked up Zhang Jueming's coat and trousers—the clothes could no longer be worn, they were tattered and completely soaked in blood.

Zhou Qizun wanted to find a bag, put them in and throw them away.Before throwing away, he had to take out Zhang Jueming's pocket first, so as not to lose something by mistake.

——Anyway, Zhang Jueming is his, and one or two pockets are naturally his.

Zhou Qizun flipped through it bluntly, and took out a stack of yellow paper for drawing symbols and two white porcelain bottles.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Qizun took out the last thing.a key.There is also a round key pendant.

When Zhou Qizun saw the pendant, his heart immediately became alive, as if he was about to burst out of his chest!

——The pendant is two red cherries made of light clay, grouped in a transparent plastic ball.

"Could it be that I did this?" Zhou Qizun twirled the ball, "Cherry...Cherry...Zhang Jueming...Zhang..."

His feverish brain was bursting open, and memories rushed in like a raging wave, arousing his goosebumps!

Zhou Qizun turned his eyes in disbelief, staring at Zhang Jueming who was quiet on the bed.

After a long time, the goose skin on the arm has not gone away, and the pain in the back of the heart began again.

Zhou Qizun held the cherry pendant in his palm, the way he saw Zhang Jueming's eyes changed, and there was an indescribable emotion in it.

"It turns out...that little mute is you..."

The author says:

After the first volume, I beg starfish, please, thank you for your support.