[Glory of the King] Magpie and Butterfly

Gusts of bone-piercing wind blew, and the already gloomy and hazy sky was completely dark, and the stars and the moon could not be seen.

Zhuang Zhou and Bian Que finally entered a dilapidated one-story house when it was dark and the moon was rising. This was the resting place they decided after discussing together.

Weeds are overgrown in the courtyard, and the pungent dusty smell is very strong. It can be seen that no one has cleaned it for a long time.There was no light in the house in the courtyard, and the half-closed door seemed to have a mouth that could swallow everything. Dust covered the doorknob, and the crumbling door made a squeaking sound.

The strange thing is that in the courtyard with many weeds and luxuriant growth, there is no song of insects or crows in the courtyard.

The eerie silence and boundless darkness make this "ghost town" even more eerie.

Zhuang Zhou flicked between his fingers, and several snow-colored fluorescent butterflies flew around, illuminating the room.Bian Que turned sideways and raised his head, inspected the roof beams and sprinkled highly poisonous powder on some places, to beware of killers who might appear at any time.

The house is not spacious, and thick dust has accumulated on everything that can be seen, but there is no trace of spider webs, and there are no living things such as snakes, rats, insects and ants in the long-standing courtyard.

A dead silence hangs over "ghost town".

Zhuang Zhou showed no fear on his face. While scanning the room, he stared at Bian Que's movements from the corner of his eye. His bright eyes were extremely clear.

There is a table in the center of the living room, and there are two doors on the left and right sides. The left door is the bedroom, and the right door is the kitchen. There is no sign of anyone.

Zhuang Zhou's complexion was not very good, he pulled Bian Que's scarf and said, "Little Kun is not here."

Bian Que brushed away Zhuang Zhou's hand, walked into the bedroom first, took out the medicine powder and sprinkled it in the air, then went to the edge of the kang and let out some white bugs as small as needlepoints, within a short while, the dusty kang was clean many.

Zhuang Zhou casually asked curiously, "What is this?"

"The worms I raise eat meat." Bian Que blocked Zhuang Zhou's outstretched hand out of curiosity, and let the worms who were afraid of him go back into the bottle, warning: "Don't touch it."

"Oh." Zhuang Zhou withdrew his hand, "Let's rest together tonight." Kun was away, so Zhuang Zhou could only sleep on the bed.

Bian Que's eyes changed, the black hair on his forehead half covered his eyes, his half white hair was very conspicuous in the dark.

Bian Que already knew his different feelings for Zhuang Zhou—sleeping together?That would happen, the secret would bury in the deepest part of his heart, rot with him.Bian Que rolled Zhuang Zhou's eyes without thinking, and silently refused.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Zhou, a troublesome little goblin, continued persuasively, his half-closed almond eyes were full of affection, and his magnetic voice turned into an invisible rope to haunt Bian Que's dream: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Kun and I I am used to sleeping, if there is no living thing around, I really can't adapt to it. Xiao Kun hasn't come back yet, Ah Que should not force himself."

Bian Que wanted to sneer at Zhuang Zhou for not knowing what to do, and kick him out to sleep on his own bed—but when he heard that Zhuang Zhou slept with that two fish for so long, his inner jealousy exploded.

Bian Que was born as an orphan, and was adopted as a disciple by Xu Fu, who was raised as a tool. The "love" that Xu Fu gave was all hypocritical illusions, and Bian Que never felt loved.

Zhuang Zhou loves selflessly, no matter how big a "wrong thing" he has done, Zhuang Zhou will look at him with eyes that will never change and are full of tenderness.That's what Bian Que really wants. Knowing that Zhuang Zhou's love is great love, Bian Que still wants to occupy it alone. When he deliberately ignores it, he doesn't feel it. Once he notices it, he can't ignore it anymore.

So Bian Que and Zhuang Zhou slept together on the couch.

Then, something happened.

Zhuang Zhou's head was resting on Bian Que's chest. The muscle shape and lines on it were very beautiful, and the strong muscles were full of elasticity and texture. They were perfect as a pure natural pillow.

Bian Que's body temperature is already lower than that of ordinary people, and Kun is a fish-like temperature-changing animal... Zhuang Zhou has already gotten used to the cooler body temperature, and it is a habit and enjoyment for him.

Bian Que's limbs were slender and strong, and the smell of bitter medicine on his body gave Zhuang Zhou an indescribable sense of security.

So, Zhuang Zhou groaned and grabbed Bian Que, probably because he was not used to it—the hand that was constantly cruising around rested on an indescribable part of Bian Que's body.

Although Bian Que is a lifeless person, his body is still young and energetic.

Bian Que couldn't fall asleep at all, he secretly observed Zhuang Zhou's quiet sleeping face in the dark night, his soft appearance was like a demon that was always tempting people... He never found that Zhuang Zhou had such a style!

Taking a breath, Bian Que's eyes widened suddenly, and he instinctively stretched out his hand to pull away Zhuang Zhou's restless hand.

Zhuang Zhou in his sleep seemed to like this place very much, the more he pulled, the harder it was to let go.

Bian Que was a little worried that his little brother would die in the hands of Zhuang Zhou.

"Zixiu..." Bian Que held Zhuang Zhou's wrist. Zhuang Zhou's hair was very soft, and his slightly curly hair tickled his nose.

This is Zhuang Zhou in his sleep. When he was awake, Bian Que dared not express his love for him.

I'm afraid he will be disgusted.

"I love you."

Bian Que gently kissed Zhuang Zhou's hair, his gentle appearance was completely opposite to that indifferent and ruthless strange doctor during the day.

Maybe this is the last bit of tenderness in Bian Que's heart.

"Zixiu, Zixiu."

Bian Que murmured Zhuang Zhou's words, as if making an unswerving oath to the person he loves the most, sincere and affectionate.

Zhuang Zhou seemed to be disturbed by Bian Que's muttering, he turned sideways, barely pressing down on Bian Que, and turned his arms around Bian Que's neck.

Helplessly and sadly, Bian Que carefully pulled away Zhuang Zhou's arm, wanting to go out and enjoy some quiet time.

Zhuang Zhou is a sage under Jixia, an existence he was born to look up to but not touch.Only one accident is allowed for that kind of thing, Zhuang Zhou—not someone he can afford to blaspheme.

The thick clouds were not illuminated by any moonlight, and the rustling sound of the tall weeds was rustled by the rustling wind.

- rustle, rustle.

Bian Que's sensitive ears heard the discordant voice hidden in the grass!

who is it? !

Who else would be here in an empty "ghost town"? !

Without even thinking about it, Bian Que grabbed the powder in his hand and walked up.

The author has something to say: Bian Que: Zixiu, I love you.

Zhuang Zhou: Huh?In the dream, it was obviously Boba asking me for sex, why...? (drowsy eyes)

Bian Que: ... (grinding teeth)

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Change every other day, either change the py transaction or change the butterfly group