blood sacrifice

But his repression and final humbleness were interpreted by the silver-haired man as a declaration of his self-esteem and possession right knowingly. No one noticed, the bitterness in this smile...

"How can you not know the supernatural powers of Master Mozun?...Why don't you tell me what you want to hear and answer, isn't it just a sentence, since you have been eating and drinking for me for so many days I have to say something to you right now, don’t I?”

His keen insight is no different from a knife cut without hesitation on the already fragile nerves that may collapse at any time.

The tyranny and brokenness that could no longer be suppressed, the body that could only belong to him, the person who could only belong to him, the smile that could only belong to him, but he discovered that it was actually imprinted with someone else's mark.

Originally, he tried his best to suppress the movements that were as gentle as possible, but he suddenly became uncontrollable and violent-moving. He knew that this was like sprinkling salt on the wound and bloody injuries to him, but he couldn't care less about it anymore. He just wants to hear him give in, as long as he begs for mercy, as long as he makes a mistake, he will agree to anything, as if nothing happened, as if he didn't know anything, forgive and indulge without a bottom line.

But if he really opened his mouth, if he really begged for mercy here, if he was really soft on him, he, maybe he wouldn't be him, at least he wouldn't be the one he loved deeply...

Uncontrollable brutality, uncontrollable anger, untransmittable emotions, unresolved love, he only knows his anger at the moment, only knows that his attachment to him has reached the point of extreme stubbornness, and only knows that if it is the person in front of him, He is willing to give up everything for him, what status, power, slaughter of all beings, blood sacrifice of gods and demons, all he knows is that one person in front of him is enough...

But that was him, he didn't understand what it was, and he didn't know how to tell him that such an attachment, such a madness, such a deep-rooted devil, such an obsession, was actually called □□... This he thought he had once In the tens of millions of years and the future tens of millions of years, there will be no words that have anything to do with me...

The love that can't be sorted out, the emotion that can't be conveyed, what is declared, but it is deep hurt and indelible pain...

"I think you have given you too many good days, making you forget your own identity!... But as a boy, being played by one person is not enough, but now he is growing up, and wants to be a boy and be played by thousands of people Thousands of people sleep, but I really underestimated your ambition, Lord God of War!"

No!He didn't mean to say this, what he wanted to say was!What I want to say... what I want to say... what? ...

But once the words are out of the mouth, they will be overwhelmed.

The silver-haired man couldn't restrain his wry smile. It's not like the blue-haired man didn't see it. It was so sad and sad, as if something exploded in front of his eyes. When it disappeared, it would never exist again. Once it was broken, it could no longer be stitched together, just like the silver-haired man's closed heart from beginning to end. , I can't see the sincerity of the blue-haired man who suppressed the anxiety and lost control because he couldn't speak and express correctly after the tyranny...

That was them, none of them saw it... One was clueless, the other was sad and heartbroken...

His pride, his self-esteem, his sincerity but at the same time humble sincerity, prevented him from exposing his weaknesses to others over and over again, and he was also a person who would never fight back if he knew everything. Strength, can only be the existence of fish and meat.

That's why he was sad, that's why he was desolate, that's why he raised his head, gritted his teeth with a smile on his face, and met the blue-haired man's eyes without any hesitation, smiling arrogantly, laughing at himself: "Say it again, with you, What are you doing!"

Uncontrollable anger, red eyes, silver and blue hair intertwined, flying hair, spinning, random impact, brutal and powerful plunder, all he knows is plunder, only slaughter, only He is so tyrannical that all those who despise, ignore, and despise his existence use physical pain and mental pain to remember his own existence.

So at this moment, even for the only and dearest person in this life, out of instinct, all he knows is nothing more than destruction and possession. Since words can't convey his feelings, then let his Body, under his soul, engrave his own traces!

It just messed up the world and confused people's eyes, but they couldn't bring back the passing time...

He knows that he is in pain, he knows that he is suffering, just like himself, just looking at it like this, it is obviously neither painful nor painful but heartbroken...

He strikes again and again, as if he never gets tired, just like him at this moment, who never knows his way back, persistently asking, over and over, again and again...

"... Ling Xu... my name, call me by my name!"

Command, or pray, he has long been unable to distinguish, and can not explain, just want to hear, shouted from his mouth, his own name, as if the code name that has been used for thousands of years, only when he whispered softly , is what truly exists and is meaningful...

Little do you know what a humble but unspeakable extravagant wish he is, who is physically and mentally exhausted at this moment, when will you be able to correctly call out his name...

That's right, compared to each other's struggle and pain, they have already been deeply trapped in a quagmire called cocooning, so they can't see clearly that they are also struggling and waiting for each other. A redemption, both for each other, but no one gave it...

A night of sleeplessness, a night of torment, he was obsessed with his calling, all he could give was a cold hum that gradually weakened but did not lose any momentum...

At that time, Ling Xu said to Rong Ye: Call me by my name!

At that time, Rong Ye didn't understand his struggle, so he sneered back, and chose to arm himself with coldness and indifference, thinking that he would not be hurt anymore, because at that time, he was obsessed with not doing to others what he would not do to himself...

At that time, Ling Xu didn't understand his grief, so he used tyranny to prove himself, thinking that he could get what he wanted by being strong, because that was him, and he didn't realize at all that the person he loved at the moment , hugged, not the name that I kept saying...

As the setting sun sets, it coats the earth with a layer of gold, which is faint and hazy, and also adds a bit of softness, warmth, fragility and tenderness to the indifferent and calm face and the silver hair blowing slightly in the wind. Kind of lonely.

Sitting alone in front of the window, the silver-haired man was holding the colorful glazed beads in his palm, smiling palely and calmly, as if he had gained everything, or at least he was sure that he would not lose everything.

The cold light suddenly appeared, and the silver-haired man couldn't avoid it, or he was too tired to avoid it, so he closed his eyes resignedly, so he didn't see the blue-haired man who came in a hurry, with an anxious and panicked face, and the person himself didn't notice. The only feeling is the inexplicable black shadow in front of the eyelids, the slightly paused figure, and the already too familiar breath...

Looking at Hua Hua with a face as calm as water, as if someone else was on the front line of life and death just now, the silver-haired man who seemed to have nothing to do with him, the blue-haired man couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help feeling bored, his handsome face was clouded by this.

He does not allow anything or anyone to determine his own destination without his own consent and intention. No matter what method he uses, whether he escapes or breaks in, he just insists on stubbornly. At least this person cannot ...

"...a bitch! You're such a bastard, you're so sloppy, you've lost the face of the Protoss! You're twisting your waist and swaying your ass like a woman all day long and being fucked by a man, you Shameless, do you have a sense of shame!!..."

"...It is the greatest shame of our whole family to be born from the same origin as you!! Brazen and shameless, why don't you die, why don't you die!!..."

"...Jianren, you have no sense of shame for betraying your people, you will have retribution! You will have retribution! Jianren!..."

Looking dully at the inexplicable warmth and redness in his hand, the silver-haired man's smile made people feel chills down the spine, with a faint, alienated expression, as if it was no longer the expression that should be in this world.

Compared with the piercing and sharp scolding all over the sky, what he noticed, and what caught his attention, was nothing but the insignificant warmth of his palms...

The silver-haired man lowered his head and smiled from beginning to end, indifferent and alienated, as if everything in this world could not enter his eyes, as if he could see through the thousands of intricacies in the rolling world of mortals, or maybe he was just tired and lazy, just The instinctive, uncontrollable trembling finally revealed his helplessness and pain.

There was no struggle, no loud yelling and reprimanding, even questioning, but... nothing... If it wasn't for the uncontrollable trembling felt because of being too close, maybe I really thought that the thing in my arms was just An exquisite doll that couldn't be more real...

Frowning, pursing his lips, he clearly has nothing to do with him, and his hostile stance can make him sneer at the sidelines, watching others fight and kill themselves, but at this moment, the blue-haired man I don't understand why my heart is so chaotic, why my heart hurts so much...

Even though the parties involved are indifferent, how could he feel such suffocating pain and grief, wishing to tear that slut's body to pieces! !

"If you're sad, just cry...it'll be better if you cry..."

cry?For whom? !It's just a joke, a farce, why do you have to act it yourself? !He thought it was ridicule, he thought it was a declaration of war, he thought it was a provocation, but he didn't want to look up, to see the sincerity that was only a short distance away but still gathered at the end of the world, he couldn't see the blue-haired man's sadness, he couldn't see the blue-haired man's struggle , I can't see the tenderness and affection of the blue-haired man who is still breaking the embankment...