Article 847

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The lustful cháo xi retreated, and Chu nightning was like a puppet that was broken by Bei Rong, with all the body fluids and sweat of a láng fox on his body, he couldn't say anything or do anything. This state lasted for a long time. Slowly, his consciousness began to return to the cage. He began to hear the night rain rushing outside the window, and he could feel the breath of Step Xianjun, hug...

Chu nightning turned his scattered eyes.

After a while, he turned his head and looked at the face of Ta Xianjun with his eyes closed and resting.

"..." For a moment, Chu night Ning suddenly had a strong fear, he didn't know what day and night, the people around him were so cold, he was worried that this body would be the same as the young man in the snowy night in Nanping , and gradually lost his anger, and gradually he could not hear his heartbeat, and he was trembling with fear—

Why?

Obviously it's just a body, obviously just a living dead, why is it still exactly the same as before, with the same emotions and behavior.

But Step Xianjun will not answer, and perhaps the answer itself, Step Xianjun himself will not know.

The chaotic thoughts and fiery feelings gradually faded, and the eyes gradually became clear. Chu nightning forced himself to calm down, and he was indeed able to do it. In such despair and pain... bī forced himself to calm down. The Wushan Temple is filled with a strong aura of erotic desire, yes... this is the Wushan Temple.

Not Nanping Mountain.

The person holding him is not Master Mo either. It is Treading Xianjun.

It was his lover, apprentice, and husband who had already died... a living dead man, Chu Wanning, endured the soreness of his throat, and slowly suppressed all his emotions, removed them, and smothered them. At the end of these two lives, the two embraced each other in the depths of this desperate situation, and the airflow in the house gradually calmed down. Everything is back to ease.

The last lingering, so it returns to the night.

I don't know how long it took before the movement in the house gradually subsided.

A messy and slipping quilt was revealed under the replayed curtain, which was illuminated by the blazing flames outside the window. This bào rain has not stopped, but it is getting bigger and bigger.

Chu nightning opened his eyes in the dark night, and the man beside him was already asleep. Perhaps it was because so many years of companionship had become a habit, or perhaps it was because Ta Xianjun thought it would be safe to feed him Ruanjinsan. All in all, this man slept peacefully without any precautions. Half of his toned and well-proportioned body was still pressed on top of him, heavy and breathless.

Chu nightning turned his head and looked at the man's face.

When the door of life and death in time and space just cracked open, he also had contact with Ta Xianjun, and he still remembered the cold touch and the dead chest.

But at this time, the person who was close to him had a heartbeat.

The spirit core that was dug out was reassembled into a heart-like object in the body of Step Xianjun.

- Don't think too much, the ink is already dead, no matter which world is, it is dead.

Chu nightning told himself in this slow and powerful heartbeat.

Ink burning is dead. It's just a soulless body.

You know what to do.

The heart is as hard as iron, and the light gathers in the palm of the hand, but the light is bright and dark, and finally extinguished.

Chu nightning silently stared at the man who was close at hand.

The light is very dim, and it is even more difficult to distinguish whether it is a past life or this life when Ta Xianjun closes his eyes and droops his eyelashes.

Chu nightning suddenly felt that it was actually like the rainy night when they slept together for the first time in Wuchang Town. That night, in fact, he also woke up, he also leaned over and gently kissed the sleeping face.

Do not. ... no no no.

The ink is already dead... Even if there is a heartbeat, it is a corpse, and even if it can speak, it has lost its soul.

died.

But why does he still remember what happened after his reincarnation, why is the emotion in his eyes so full, why...

Chu night Ning Liran, can't think about it anymore.

Gritting his teeth, the rays of light in his hands piled up one after another, and Huaisha summoned them out, forming a golden dagger with a gleaming cold light. Turning over only for a split second, he closed his eyes and stabbed at Ta Xianjun's chest with all his strength! !

With a "chi" sound, there is no sword hilt!

Chu night Ning suddenly opened his eyes, and there was nothing around him. Huaisha's sharp blade pierced through the bed, and Shenwu, who cut iron like mud, did not stab the walking dead emperor in the end.

The rain was too fast, and a window on the east was in disrepair for a long time. In this stormy night, it bounced open, pouring rain pouring in, and the wind was blowing.

The pale lightning of the cracking sky rushed into the room, and the bright cold light illuminated a frightening face beside the couch.

"This seat also naively thought that you probably won't do it again."

"..." Chu nightning slowly turned back.

Stepping on Xianjun leaned against the pillar, there was a shallow scratch on Chi Luǒ's chest, which was the scratch when he was dodging just now, he didn't care about it, just looked at Chu Wanning coldly: "I don't think you are still to kill me."

He deceived himself, and the speed was astonishingly fast. In an instant, he caught Chu Wanning's wrist, only to hear a crisp sound, and he went straight to Chu Wanning's arm to dislocate.

"Is it a surprise, I seem to be more powerful than ever before?" Stepping Xianjun stared at Chu Wanning and the pain was pale, but he still said nothing, faintly, "You haven't seen these tricks before, have you? ."

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