MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 70 Life and death

Chapter 70—Farewell to Death

Jing Qi raised his leg on his knees on the bed, raised Wu Chi's chin high, and looked into his eyes that he did not know whether it was nervous or anything. He only felt that his eyes were born like the most in the sea. The rare black pearl, no mottled, staring for a long time, seems to be able to **** people in, can not help raising his fingers and brushing Wuxi's eyelashes.

Wuxi clutched the sheets tightly with ten fingers, his body was stiff, and the scent of the scent that had only been bathed above him rushed towards him, as if to envelop the whole man in it.

Southern Xinjiang is much happier than the tormented Daqing. Whoever you like, you need someone. But Wuxi still didn't think he should. He read Daqing's book and knew that "li" was the first important thing. He knew that the unmarried here was not even able to look at each other before the candle in the cave.

Although ... he is a man, but ...

Wuxi seized Jing Qi's fingers that had been drilled down his neckline, and shook his head with great determination: "Beijing, ... I still feel inappropriate."

Before this, Jing Qi still thought of himself as "sometimes fooling around, but most of the time he cleaned himself up", but he suddenly found that compared to this witch boy, he was in a messy sleepy day when he was a teenager. It can be called erosion.

Even if he is not keen on some sensual things, the means of acting in the field is indispensable. Wuxi just feels that Jing Qi ’s fingertips are slippery like swimming fish, and he does not keep his hands. He easily lifts them off the palm of his hand and picks off his coat. Gently stroked along his collarbone, the skin seemed to ignite small invisible sparks.

Jing Qi casually asked, "Where is it inappropriate?"

He deliberately slowed down, and a pair of salty pigs touched Wuxi from top to bottom, seeing that the man was in a hurry and rushing, while enjoying the fun of the teaser, slowly playing himself out of the fire.

He knelt on the bed with one knee, and almost the whole person was pressed on Wuxi. Wuxi had no choice but to support one hand behind him and hold him with one hand. He was stripped of his clothes by more than half. In a hurry, he couldn't say: "Your saints don't say that if you don't give or receive, it's also indecent ..."

Jing Qi twisted a hand on his chest and was shocked that Wu Xi almost bounced, his hands resting on the bed were soft, and he just lay down, only to listen to Jing Qi's low smile, "Is it for women or men?" ? "

Wuxi said nothing-the saint did not say that he was unacceptable.

He only felt a flash of light in front of him, and saw Jing Qi's white brocade, which had been loosely clothed, fell to the ground. Jing Qi bullied himself and lowered the bed veil. The hazy light came in. Under his robe Nothing was worn. The skin seemed to be more delicate than the best brocade. The crisp rings on the neck dangled, his head was lowered, and his long hair fell down and stopped at Wuxi's ear.

Wuxi couldn't say a word.

Jing Qi smiled lowly and whispered, "Wuxi beauty, can you scream for grandpa?"

Reason finally flew, and Wu Xi pulled down his neck, blocking the bastard's laughter.

There are always so many things in the world, which make people remember forever after a few years of memory, those with great sorrows are separated from life, those with great joys are like hibiscus warming. The scene that has been lingering for many years in the dream suddenly comes true. The man's body temperature and fragrance are lingering around, his arms are full, but he suddenly feels unreal.

Wang Ye is naturally a veteran of wind and moon, and has patience. The eloquence under the bed and the tofu in the bed are all fluent, and when he encounters such a young child, he wants to make him more comfortable.

Wuxi felt faintly wrong, but couldn't tell what was wrong, and in his head, he slurred him out, until Jing Qi's hands around him reached behind him, kneading along his spine Go down. He didn't understand anymore, and at this time. With some impatience, he lifted his eyes to see Jing Qi's gaze--the softness that the man's eyes couldn't tell, and the softness brought some deep emotions and desires.

He felt that at this moment Jing Qi, at last, all the things of all people were set aside in his eyes, and he was left alone, and he felt that everything would work—even if he died for him now, there is no regret. .

So she smiled slightly and closed her eyes.

He smiled abnormally, but called Jing Qi for a moment. Jing Qi suddenly stopped, he thought, if it is true to do it all the way, wait for the little poison to know what he feels at ease, do not tell him to hate himself? According to this man's fierce and confessed nature, wouldn't there be no room to turn around in a lifetime?

Jing Qi's experience is that he must leave a way out for everything. Otherwise, he may be unlucky in the future. If the country of death is nothing, even if there is too much breath, where can he find such a person? He frowned slightly when the sparkle was fired, making a decision—

Wuxi did not feel the tingling in his imagination, but Wuxi felt that his body covering his body had left for a while, then, the hot ** was slowly wrapped in warmth and tightness, and he opened his eyes suddenly: "..."

Jing Qi reached out and held his shoulder, his voice trembling a little: "Don't move, ... don't move first."

He bit his teeth firmly and sat down slowly. The dull pain was like Ling Chi's flesh. No one dared to ask King Nanning to do something. He originally pressed Wuxi, but slowly became support by him. With yourself.

The pain was tight, and his elbows were suddenly soft. They rushed to Wuxi. Both men groaned at the same time. Wuxi reached out to catch him, only to feel that the whole body was shaking slightly, and there was nothing in his heart. Taste, he could only hold him carefully, and kissed his body almost with a godly kiss.

The red sky in the night sky rose quietly, but fell quietly.

On the second day, Wuxi still woke up very early. At the moment he opened his eyes, he could hardly tell whether the lingering dream was real or not. After a short while, he turned his head carefully and saw Jing Qi's hair lying a bit messy. Half of his shoulder slipped out of the quilt.

Wuxi laughed silently, gently pulled him to the side of the quilt, and without rushing to get up, he looked at him sideways.

Not enough to see him in a lifetime.

Not a dream-the most beautiful is never a dream, there is no such real joy in the dream.

I do n’t know if his eyes are too affectionate, so he woke Jing Qi awake unceasingly, and Jing Qi opened his eyes stupidly, looking at his eyes, and mumbled in a whispering sentence, “It ’s not yet bright”, so he turned over. Then he slept and moved, only to find an indescribable soreness on his body. He hummed slightly and frowned.

Wuxi immediately turned up and sat up, asking nervously, "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"

Jing Qi took a deep breath, glared at him, and said politely, "Water."

Wuxi immediately raised his clothes and poured a bowl of water for him. He brought it to him and fed it to him. Jing Qi took two sips and refused to drink it. He took the tea cup and held it, and said, "Clothes ... hey, get me the shirts." come."

Wuxi quickly picked up his robe that had fallen to the ground the night before, but instead of giving it to him immediately, he stuffed it into the quilt and said softly: "Cold clothes, warm and warm again-what else? ... Yesterday Did you hurt you late? "

Jing Qi leaned on the bedside and glanced at him at an oblique angle, seeing that he was helpless like a child in trouble, and couldn't help but smile softly. Wuxi didn't understand what he was laughing at. He saw that there was still water in his eyes. When he laughed, his eyes narrowed and he looked so beautiful that he couldn't help smirking.

Jing Qi raised his hand and slapped him on the back of his head: "What a smile, go, let someone get hot water, I want to take a bath."

Wu Xi had to order, Lediandian ran out, to pick him up hot water.

Jing Qi then sighed slightly, narrowed the smile on his face, and looked down at the half-bowl of water that slightly rippled with his movements. After a while, he put Wuxi into the robe of the quilt. Draw it out, find a small bottle from the robe, and with a bitter smile, pour the contents of the bottle into the tea water--it will melt immediately when it is water, colorless and tasteless.

Wuxi was happy to serve him personally, put the hot water back, and turned back. Jing Qi had covered his robes and was drinking with his head down, and he walked over and sat down beside the bed: "Beiyuan, the water is ready. . "

Jing Qi suddenly smiled at him, caught his neck unprepared, tangled his lips and teeth, and drove all the water in his mouth like a joke, forcing him to swallow it before letting go.

Wuxi coughed and said helplessly, "Why ..."

He didn't finish the sentence, and suddenly felt wrong. He stared at Jingqi's joke on his face and disappeared. He sat quietly and looked at himself as if trying to squeeze out a smile, but for some reason, the corners of his eyes and brows Sadness.

Wuxi instantly understood what it was, but felt that his body was falling down, and his eyes couldn't open.

He stood up sharply and took a half step back: "..."

Jing Qi avoided his gaze, and the slump of handsome and handsome eyebrows caused Wuxi's despair in his heart. His legs seemed unable to support his weight. Wuxi's knees were soft and he fell down. He was taken in his arms by Jing Qi.

"Jing Beiyuan ... Jing ... North ... Yuan ..." He exhausted his last strength, clutching Jing Qi's sleeves tightly, and strove to open his already slack eyes, "I ... hate ... ... hate ... for all your life ... hate ............ for generations ... "

Consciousness finally struggled, Wuxi's eyes closed slowly, his fingers loosened and he hung down weakly.

Jingqi hugged him, placed it gently on the bed, and stretched out his hand to paint a detailed description of his features, and then suddenly smiled, the light peach eyes seemed to be broken in the light, and the moment of prosperity was gone. All disappeared.

There is only that voice in my ear, Jing Beiyuan, I hate you forever.

There is a dilapidated restaurant called Changting on the outskirts of the city. The people are separated from each other.

Ai Lai turned back from the car countless times to look at the shadow sitting on the horse's back, and the witch was in the carriage, and the dream was not awake. He had a lot of doubts in his heart, he didn't understand, and asked Nu Ah, Nu Ah didn't understand.

The grandfather only said that Daqing was going to fight, and that the Wagyu people would come to the capital and let them go back to the south of Xinjiang. It was safe.

Ai Lai wanted to ask why the prince did not go with them and was stopped by slave Ahhara. Nu Ah seemed to have just returned from crying, with a numb sadness on his face, and didn't ask a word, just shook his head and sighed.

At the gate of the city, horses and horses rushed out, and at this time the setting sun was gone.

Jing Qi held his horse, rolled over, opened the car curtain, and watched Wuxi for a while. He couldn't see sadness or joy on his face. It only made people think that it was no difference in peace, but nothing. It's all different. Then he whispered: "This is a long way to go. Take care of all the princes. I put all the drunk dreams and deaths last time in the water. When he slept, I was afraid that it would take ten and a half months.

Slave Ahaha whispered: "The Lord ..."

Jing Qi looked at him with a slight smile, and quickly disappeared. He lowered the curtain of the car: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, go."

Nu Aha's eyes were red, but Jing Qi no longer looked at him. Wu Wu took his horse and walked back. Nu Aha suddenly jumped out of the car and shouted: "Master!"

Jing Qi didn't look back, but raised his hand and waved gently: "When your witch child wakes up, he tells him that I owe him today. If he meets in the future, he should be returned to him. Go. "

Once I set foot on Xianyang Road ...

Jingqi took the horse back to the city by himself, walking very slowly and slowly. The sound of the horses and horses behind him sizzled and went away. I did n’t know how long he finally could not help but look back, but found the people in South Xinjiang I can't see it anymore, the rustling sound, but the hallucinations in his consciousness, as if the man was still there, it seems ...

He smiled bitterly and turned on his horse.

When I passed the Changting Restaurant, I saw that at the door of the restaurant I did not know when I parked a familiar cart, Jingyiyi, strangled the horse, and for a moment saw the individual coming out of the car.

Hellendar and his eyes met for a moment before asking softly, "Why not go with him?"

Jing Qi smiled: "The minister has already sent the witch child out of Beijing in accordance with the purpose, but for a very long time now, it is necessary to be rude once, not far away."

Hellen stood for a long time before sighing deeply: "What's the use of staying?"

Jing Qidao said: "It's useless, just have to stay."

He wore only plain clothes, sapphire robes, wide robe sleeves rolled with silver edges, rising with the wind, his shoulders straight, and in the wind, it was like a bamboo that he would not bend over.

Then in the sunset, he said, "Jingbeiyuan, people who live in Daqing and death are ghosts in Daqing."