Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

The coquette's entire body trembles at a frequency that is visible to the naked eye. He was shaking so much that even Chu He felt that if he continued to shake like this, he would be able to spit out his Nedan himself within a second.

But Xiao Hu didn't think that his brain was blank, and even Mozun raised his hand and pressed it against his heavenly cover.

"—Okay," Chu He suddenly said.

His voice is very special. At the moment he spoke, it was like the light splitting chaos, the fox spirit was a stimulant, and the internal organs and the internal organs were cold and rising, and he woke up in an instant!

Mozun's hand stopped in the air, and Chu He said: "Go, wait for the second younger."

The fox elf didn't even dare to look up at Demon Lord Long. He almost ran into the door when he got out of the way, but he couldn't even feel the pain and stumbled and ran out.

"..." Mozun turned around and said lightly: "You really don't pick anything."

Chu He laughed and rebuttoned his shirt buttons one by one. He wore a pale and plain face, but when he smiled and fastened his buttons, the expression was kind of indescribable, making it difficult to look away.

"I can do it for you," he said with a smile. "Naturally, I don't pick anything."

Mozun's hem of the embroidered gold and black robe made a weird and slight rubbing sound as his steps struck the carpet. In fact, he does not have three heads and six arms as long as the underground world has been circulating for a long time, and he is not even ugly or terrible; if he converges his magic breath and pretends to be a human walking on the street, he does not even have the same momentum as the ordinary people. It will be too noticeable.

"I only don't understand one thing," Mozun asked with great interest. "You still care about the nine-tailed fox, is it because he is really cheap, or because you still think he and Zhou Hui really have So one leg?"

Chu He pouted: "Fan Luo, do you think Zhou Hui led six groups to encircle and suppress hell? Was it because you are also very cheap, or because he also suspected that you have such a leg with me?"

Mo Zun Fan Luo thought for a while and smiled slightly: "I can't think of it, maybe both-but if it was me, the wife ran with the dead opponent, which is estimated to be unbearable. "

Chu He picked up the bowl of sugar water from the fox spirits on the table, walked to the bathroom and splashed it, said: "We are not in the relationship you imagine."

When he walked, his pace was steady, and his waist was naturally straight, and he looked very elegant and graceful. Fan Luo leaned his arms against the door of the bathroom, so he raised his eyebrows and stared at his back. The eyes in the light and shadow were unclear; but Chu He seemed like no feeling, and suddenly said: "Yes, call you Don't enter the main house of evil spirits-I was swaying outside Zhangshun's room last night. I was seen by my aunt who was cooking, and almost scared to death. I got up in the middle of the night and called her the soul of three or four hours..."

As soon as he raised his head, Fan Luo appeared silently behind him, with one hand pressed against his naked|exposed side neck.

"go on."

"...Today I had to pour my brother a pot of dirty water streaking in the middle of the night before I wiped it out. Tell the evil spirits under you not to trouble Zhang Shun, I am such a younger brother."

Fan Luo's lips pressed against his neck, and the laughter sounded dull: "I remember... when I first saw you."

"Then you should remember what I said that time."

"Remember." Fan Luo said leisurely, as if it was very interesting: "I was thinking... If you said Zhou Hui knew your current situation, would he want to kill the devil again, or did he want to destroy the Buddha again? "

There was a strange look on Chu He's face, but he hadn't spoken yet, only to hear that the study door was knocked twice.

"Brother? Are you inside?"

Chu He hadn't spoken yet, and suddenly Mozun bit his side neck!

Chu He grabbed the edge of the pool while blood poured out, and he snorted sturdily enough to hide.

"Brother?" Zhang Shun cried outside.

——Vanaro's canine teeth penetrated deeply into his blood vessel, because of the lack of sucking, a plume of blood ran down the semi-nude back and was shocking on the pale skin. Chu He gasped slightly, raised his head to say something, but shuddered several times and closed his mouth.

The demon bite the small piece of particularly soft flesh on his neck and said, "Answer him."

"..." Chu He took a deep breath intermittently, and said with a loud voice: "I'm here! Why?"

Zhang Shun's voice outside the door sounded a bit puzzled: "Xiao Hu You took a step in advance and said that he had bothered you by accident just now, please ask me to confuse you! What are you doing?

"……I know!"

"What's going on? What are you doing? Open the door!"

Fan Luo's dull laugh could hardly be concealed, and Chu He couldn't bear it, turned around and shouted, "I said I know!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing, open the door! Brother!"

"Go to bed!"

Zhang Shun was obviously shocked, and blinked his eyes a few times outside the door, only inexplicably said: "The fire is so big... Are you playing a plane?"

Although this was a mumble, it must have concealed the ears of two people in the door. Mozun almost fell to Chu He with a smile. He smiled and stroked his hand: "Your younger brother is really a wonderful person-don't care whether Zhou Hui likes him or not, this seat really likes him, hahaha..."

Chu He gasped and stretched his shirt, the blood-sucked piece of flesh had healed automatically, leaving only a reddish mark like a kiss mark, with bright bloodstains around it.

The process of directly opening Neidan to absorb spiritual power to people makes him exhausted, and he was unable to grasp the hand of Mozun for a long time, "release."

His fingers were terribly cold like ice.

Fan Luo stood and he leaned down slightly, and the demon stared at his forbearing side face in this domineering posture, and looked at it for a long time before whispering: "I still miss your real face..."

Chu He said: "Let go!"

——Although it has been reduced to nine days and ten places, nowhere to contain, and even the true body can not be recovered, but the irreversible momentum in his bones can still be clearly shown from the most subtle places.

Mozun didn't move, and after a while, he slowly pulled his hand from the bare waist of his clothes.

"Okay," he smiled. "Everything is as you wish."

·

When Zhang Shun returned to the bedroom, he couldn't help but imagine his brother playing a plane in the study room alone, feeling a little scared.

In his impressions, Chu He was a silent, self-disciplined, calm, and almost indifferent person: he was never surprised, excited, neither overjoyed nor angered, and rarely had mood swings. He never had contact with the opposite sex, and even the intimates from the same **** were grateful; the whole person was like ice cubes wrapped in exquisitely tailored black suits, even in the hot summer days, exuding the chill that has not changed over the years.

Such a person was an ascetic monk in ancient times and a Puritan in the middle ages. Zhang Shun once badly doubted whether he had any indescribable hidden dangers, but when the two brothers went to the hot spring for a year, he took the opportunity to watch it, as if it was not abnormal.

Zhang Shun was a little dazed with his brother.

He knew that when his dad was still alive, he was a little inexplicable to the adopted son of a different surname.

Chu He is said to have been brought into the door by his second-married wife when his father remarried. The reason why it is called "reportedly" is because Zhang Shun has never seen his nominal stepmother-he was five or six years old at that time, he was sent abroad to live with his grandparents for a while, and when he came back, he heard that his stepmother died unexpectedly. .

Chairman Zhang Lao became a widower for the second time, and from then on he completely broke up with the idea of ​​remarrying, and he lived with two children alone. At that time, although Zhang Shun was young, under the influence of people around him, he knew that Chu He was the adopted child, and he was still the adopted child who might threaten his heir status. The child didn’t know what the right of inheritance was, but instinctive care There are still; with the encouragement of the people around him, Chu He, the cheaper brother, was indeed embarrassed.

After finding out that Chairman Zhang was furious, he changed the people around him and called him for a reprimand: "Chu He is your brother! Since you called him a brother, you will take it in this life. He is treated as his own brother!"

When Zhang Shun was the most rebellious, he immediately talked back: "I don't have this cheap brother, I don't recognize him! You love to recognize you!"

Chairman Zhang Lao anxiously sacrificed the monk's method, a meal of fried pork shredded Zhang Shun and cried, and he couldn't get out of bed for half a month. This is not over yet. From now on, as long as the old chairman catches Zhang Shun, he will nag, making Zhang Shun look at Chu River more and more disgusting, but he dare not play any black hands.

Everyone said that Chairman Zhang was eccentric in adopting his children and was afraid of his parents.

Only Zhang Shun knew it was not the same thing.

He remembers the night when he was beaten, he woke up from pain and thirst, but heard a soft conversation from the bed. He immediately motionlessly pretended to be still asleep, secretly opened his eyes and opened a slit, only to see the teenage Chu He sitting in the armchair, the old chairman Zhang stood on the ground, stooped down, his expression was very... Humble.

He never imagined that his father could be connected with Qiangong, but at that moment, it was indeed the word that first appeared in the young Zhang Shun heart.

"...Ashun is still young, and pranks are also limited. When you play like this at every turn, it seems that I can't be tolerated..."

"Yes, yes, I know, and I won't--"

There was a quiet moment in the bedroom. Zhang Shun was afraid that he might be found. He immediately closed his eyes and motionlessly, making a slight steady breath.

"It's not next time," Chuhe stood up and walked out. "--Natural Buddha bone, can you beat it?"

Mr. Zhang, behind him, soaked his underwear in layers of cold sweat. I saw Chu He walked to the door, and pointed at Zhang Shun on the bed without looking back, saying, "He is thirsty, feed him some water."

...

Everything in the middle of the night was so real in Zhang Shun's young memories that it became clear that it was a bit fake. Many years later, he couldn’t tell whether it was a real conversation, or an illusion caused by pain and high fever; he only knew that his father really didn’t move himself with one finger, and Chuhe was in front of him. His dad has always been respectful and respectful, and has never had the kind of condescending and pretentious appearance.

But since then, he vaguely felt that feeling-his dad was afraid of Chuhe.

This feeling is difficult to describe, and it is impossible to prove, and even very nonsensical. However, although Zhang Shun never ran to his dad for verification, he never mentioned it to anyone; this vague guess and feeling has always been deeply ingrained in his heart, and has not disappeared for so many years.

It might be that Xiao Hu left that night, Zhang Shun was sleeping alone, and he had tossed and dreamed a lot in a trance. One of the dreams was that when he was a kid, he handed down to Chuhe. At night, he used the excuse of getting lost in the mansion to deceive him to the warehouse and shut the electric lock to lock him overnight. The reality is that he sneaked back to the bedroom and went to sleep. Chuhe was The lock was found by the servant the next morning and was released; however, in the dream, he returned to the dark warehouse in a trance and looked quietly at his brother in the dark.

Chu He was facing him sideways, sitting cross-legged in a brilliant lotus flower. His face was serene and peaceful, with a soft halo like white jade; all around him was filled with ghosts and ghosts, all of them fell to the ground, and there were countless injustices in the distance, from the vast night Dragging a long cry came.

Zhang Shun floated in mid-air until Chu He opened his eyes and looked at him. He asked softly, "Did you dream?"

Zhang Shun nodded without knowing what to say.

"The Zhang family made a fortune," Chu He gently said, "I was locked here by you that day, and I surpassed this dead soul."

Zhang Shun’s pupil was slightly enlarged, and his brother brushed his forehead and said, “Go back to sleep.”

Zhang Shun was once again caught in a messy dream. Immediately before his eyes changed, he became a white hospital ward, and the thinly shaped Chairman Zhang was breathing **** the hospital bed.

"Ashun..." He clutched the only son's hand tightly, "I have left--to leave the family business to you, your brother...from now on you want, rely on him to take care of, treat him as--when you Biological, biological elder brother..."

Every word was like rubbing **** gravel, and the light of life in his father's eyes was getting dimmer.

"You have to listen carefully and listen to his words... safe and smooth, you have to live all your life... safe and smooth..."

His dad's hand came loose and closed his eyes.

Zhang Shun shivered all over. He wanted to cry but couldn't cry. The sore blood clot was blocked in his throat, and even the spit was hot and bloody.

One hand patted lightly on his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid," Chu He whispered when he didn't know when to appear behind him. "He went to reincarnate."

Zhang Shun choked and asked: "You-how are you, how do you know? How do you..."

Chu He sighed softly, "I just know."

Zhang Shun's voice was blocked, his eyes were red, and his temples were as painful as being drilled by an awl. He gritted his teeth tightly to resist crying, turned his head to look at his father on the bed, and wanted to see his last look.

-Then he saw his dad's eyes opened when he didn't know when, and two lines of blood and tears shed slowly.

"Zhang Shun..." He heard his dad cry quietly, "Zhang Shun, come here, Zhang Shun..."

come……

Zhang Shun, come here...

Zhang Shun suddenly awakened from his dream: "Dad!"

Immediately after he realized that he had a nightmare, the bedroom was dark and quiet, with the hour hand pointing at two in the morning.

He exhaled, forcing himself to ignore the sadness and sadness in his heart, and got up to pour a glass of water on the bedside table.

However, immediately afterwards, his entire body froze there—

I saw that under the moonlight, when I didn't know when the bed was standing, I stood alone silently!

It may be inaccurate to say that it is a human figure. I saw that it was a gray figure, with long hair covering his face, with a twig-like arm hanging on his side, long inches of nails with sharp curls, ticking down Black water is flowing.

Zhang Shun squeaked and shook like an electric shock: "You, you, you, you are, who are you?"

The "man" raised his head, and at that moment Zhang Shun saw that his entire chin was rotten, and the rotten tongue fell to his chest with a hula.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

Upstairs in the bedroom, Chu He jumped from the bed in an instant, stepped out of the door, grabbed the railing and jumped.

Hearing the moving butler just dressed up in a hurry, I saw the young master descending from the sky, with a loud and steady landing, even without a break, I got up and slammed the door of Zhang Shun!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zhang Shun screamed and bumped into him: "Brother! Brother! There are ghosts! There are ghosts!"

Chu He snapped the light and frowned, "What are you crazy about in the middle of the night?"

The evil spirit disappeared like a snowman in the sun at the entrance of Chu River. When I heard the moving housekeeper and servant rushing in, I saw that the bedroom was neatly furnished and the bed was messy. The second master looked like Crazy and screaming, and the young master caught by him as a life-saving straw didn't even have time to wear shoes.

The old housekeeper immediately sighed in his heart: Although it is not his own, the young master is usually cold and cold, but at a critical moment, he can still see the difference! ...

It is seen that the different masters and juniors have absolutely no leisurely affection from their brothers, brothers and brothers. He directly waved the housekeeper back with the servants. When there were only two of them left in the room, he poured a glass of water to force Zhang Shun to pour it down, pushing him to bed and saying, "It's alright, sleep."

"There are some ghosts!" Zhang Shun furiously grabbed his brother's hand: "Really ghosts!"

"..." Chu He said: "You are really dreaming, go to sleep."

"I don't lie to you! It's a white ghost with long nails and long tongue..."

Chu He threw his arms impatiently and wanted to go, but Zhang Shun refused to let go, pulling the afterglow of the corner of his eye and suddenly glimpsing a black shadow in the corner of the room. When he looked closely, he saw a man in black robe standing there, aside His cheeks were covered with **** patterns, and he looked down upon himself.

"..." Zhang Shun's teeth were trembling: "...brother, why is there a person over there?"

Chu He turned his head and looked at Mozun for a moment, and said coldly, "No."

Zhang Shun couldn't even pronounce the last voice, his face was pale and shaky, and he still insisted that he was not dizzy at all, and he could be regarded as having good psychological quality. "It's really true!!"

Chu He repeated the words one by one: "Really not."

Mozun finally turned his gaze, and a corner of his mouth evoked a radian that was completely unsmilable. Then, as he appeared, the tall body disappeared into the air instantly, as if from the future.

Chu He turned his head on Zhang Shun's eyebrows and whispered, "Sleep, forget when you wake up."

His fingertips seemed to have a scorching warmth. Zhang Shun only felt that his spirit was relaxed, and his extreme fear and tension were alleviated like a low tide. This is probably the first time Zhang Jia Er Shao saw the young man so smoothly. Even his brother's plain face suddenly had a lot of unspeakable charm.

Zhang Ershao rarely looks like a younger brother. He pulls his brother and begs: "I... I'm still scared. Can I go to your room tonight to sleep?"

Chu He's expression is a little weird.

"Please, brother," Er Shao was sobbing: "Will I go out to the hotel to open a room now-wait, what if the dirty things still come with me?"

"...Come on," Chu He finally sighed.

Zhang Shun didn't want to stay in his room for a second. He quickly rolled the quilt pillow and followed his brother's **** and went upstairs. Unexpectedly, his brother’s bedroom is not as simple and tedious as he imagined. Although there are not many things and almost no decoration, the room is very chaotic. It looks like a gust of wind has passed. The pillows and sheets are half pulled. On the ground, the shirts and trousers that were changed were scattered at the bathroom door.

According to Zhang Shun's usual temper, he must be teasing a few words at this time, but tonight he was so obedient that he didn't dare to say an extra word. He immediately lay down and made a flat shape with his tail in his arms, and only begged: "Can Can't you turn off the lights?"

Chu He then left a warm yellow bedside lamp and lay silently beside his brother.

"Brother," Zhang Shun couldn't help turning his head. "Tomorrow I'm going to ask a master to see it, do you think—"

His brother has closed his eyes.

——Zhang Shun's eyes fixed on his brother's neck, he didn't move for a while.

His older brother, who was silent and inaccessible, had a very obvious trace on the side of his neck. Although it was almost covered under the neckline of the white pajamas, it was still very conspicuous because of the angle.

It was a kiss mark.

"...Impossible," Zhang Shun's last thought before losing consciousness was incredible, and there was a complex taste that could not be said at all.

"--Who the **** is so kind, let the little master know..."

"Go to death, who is it..."