blood sacrifice

"Why, can't I touch him if he touches it?" Ling Xu's eyes turned cold for a moment.

Rong Ye has never found it so ridiculous, insisting from the beginning to the end, the last bottom line, what is destroyed in an instant.

The dark eyes are as calm as water, with little green waves, and unconsciously, there are silver lights all over the body, and the black hair and black clothes are trimmed with silver lights, and the handsome face becomes more noble and sacred, which cannot be violated-profane-profane.

Let Ling Xu hold him in his arms and press him down to do whatever he wants, without resisting or responding: "Don't force me to hate you."

"Heh, aren't you hating already?" Ling Xu sneered, "Besides, I don't care, it's up to you."

Winding up the beautiful water stains on the chest and abdomen, trying to attach the red lips again, I tried my best to pull out the bound hands. Unexpectedly, I succeeded. I tried my best to strike Ling Xu's neck with a hand knife, but I couldn't dodge it. It worked unexpectedly. Looking at the instantly limp strong body, Rong Ye was so calm that even he was surprised.

Looking at Ling Xu's sleepy side face, Rong Ye no longer hesitated to turn over - got out of bed, put on the clothes that had been dried last night and rushed out the door.

The desolate mountain, the dark sky, the wind and sand cut his cheeks like a sharp blade, Rong Ye didn't know how long he had been running, there were too many things between him and Ling Xu that exceeded the bottom line, he was not afraid to face it, even if it was a moth Putting out the fire, but I am extremely afraid of the other party's carelessness and deliberate tricks.

The same words, the same tone, the same thing happened at the same time inexplicably coincidentally.

As for Ling Xu, he was afraid of getting too close, the scorching passion and unyielding persistence gradually eroded his remaining sanity like a cancer, but he was also afraid of being too far away, the cold and unfamiliar eyes seemed to be able to freeze the whole world , crystal clear to nothing, piercing pain, piercing chill.

My heart was beating like a drum, and the whole world could only hear my own rapid panting.

The sky is as red as blood, but the purple-red vegetation grows on the black soil with a little silver light. The ever-changing environment makes Rong Ye not know where he is. The dilapidated stone tablet is covered with mottled moss marks. It is indeed appropriate to start.

On the way into the city, there are barren and weeds overgrown and intricate. The houses look dilapidated but are still in good order. On both sides of the split road, there is no one on the entire street before nightfall.

The whole city can't be seen at a glance, but there is no half of people. It is desolate and deserted, standing quietly in the cold wind like a dead city.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or it's really dilapidated, no matter what the shape looks like, the eaves and corners of every house are cracked uniformly, and a scarlet flower grows in the crack, or just a scarlet grass, blossoming. It is in bud but not yet in full bloom. The blood-colored leaves are dense and slender, stretching around, and the leaf tips are curled and whitish.

In an unfamiliar environment, Rong Ye was wandering aimlessly in the city alone. It was getting late, and it was impossible to go back. I came here for no reason. Stay in the city for one night, and there is no rush to find the way at dawn tomorrow.

The wind rolled up black dust and sand, mixed with a trace of strangeness in the air, causing Rong Ye to feel chills from the soles of his feet to his spinal cord, as if roaring, shrill and decisive, and even the air was filled with bloody dampness.

Memories of the night before leaving came rushing in like a tide, the heart-piercing shouts, the half-day night sky dyed by fire, the burnt smell, the tearing of flesh and blood, corpses everywhere, and there were familiar faces at my feet hole.

During the day, I still joked and greeted myself, even Ming, Mingming was still talking about those seemingly true and unreal rumors by his side just now, but he became limp and cold in an instant, knowing that at this moment, Rong Ye also forgot about Ming's last thought at the end of his life. Buy yourself time, let yourself survive...

How many midnight dreams come back, how many lingering nightmares, Rong Ye wants to ask more than once, what is there for Ming to pay for? !

Born indifferent and indifferent to the world, even the adoptive mother who makes him feel warm and warm, and Ming, who has no blood relationship but is close to each other like brothers for many years, has always been stingy about expressing his emotions, but they have never I have given up on myself, and the family love is nothing like this, but it also disappears in an instant...

He would rather die that day and be the one who survives Ming, at least Ming is more suitable than himself to feel the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world...

Or maybe this is also a relief for them, maybe they have had enough of their lifeless and indifferent temperament, or Ling Xu, too, can't bear it anymore...

Thinking about it carefully, what is there for him to be worth accommodating and giving in to a unparalleled king who has been born and died several times for him?

Rong Ye couldn't help feeling sad when he thought about it: "Ling Xu...have you had enough of me? Are you also..."

"Is it also?" Rong Ye didn't say anything, but, is it going to leave me? This is the biggest fear in Rong Ye's heart. He is afraid of approaching, but he is reluctant to stay away. There is one thing in his heart, is it not I don't like it, it's not that I hate it, but there is a stubborn persistence, an inexplicable persistence.

He wants to know that what Ling Xu loves is Rong Ye, not those inextricably linked past and present lives, not the sixth archangel, Xiao, who is very familiar to everyone in the crowd but is very strange to him.