Chapter 58: I am the great demon king (2)

When it was time for Zhenglin High School to go to class, some young students carrying school bags preparing to enter the school noticed the two men sitting outside the tea shop opposite the school gate.
Both of them were black hair, and they also had wide shoulders, narrow waists, and long legs. They were both very good-looking and very attractive.
The most attractive thing is the opposite temperament of them.
An evil spirit, wanton, wearing sunglasses, chewing gum in his mouth, looking good.
The other sat straight, with a handsome face frowning, and the eyes looking at the people around him were very friendly and clear.
Shi Qing cut a handsome hairstyle, with her two long legs straight up on the leg of Meng Qing, who was sitting at home, and leaned leaning against the chair.
Seeing the young Taoist head glaring at himself, he raised his eyebrows proudly, reached out and took off his sunglasses.
"Watch your attitude, priest, now I'm your master."
"You are not!"
Meng Qing was even more angry, and her eyes were full of dissatisfaction: "I did not agree to sign a contract with you at all."
"I do not care."
The demon king capriciously put on the sunglasses back: "Anyway, the contract has been reached, you are already my person."
"You will belong to me until you die."
When Meng Qing, who has been receiving positive energy education since he was a child, has met such a brazen person, and immediately blushed and opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
Shi Qing teased him: "Do you want to scold me? Come, scold, I listen."
Meng Qing gritted his teeth, and for a long time he uttered a sentence:
"Devil!"
"What a curse is this. I'll listen to your bad words."
Meng Qing was almost clear of Shi Qingqi, glaring at him angrily, turning her head to the other side, and facing him with her head.
Shi Qing: "Angry?"
Shi Qing: "It's so small."
Shi Qing: "Hey, priest, the master is talking to you, how can you not look at me directly?"
Meng Qing looked down, tried to get rid of other thoughts, and began to mutter and recite the Tao Te Ching.
Shi Qing: "You don't want to know why the person I'm looking for is you?"
Meng Qing: Don't listen.
Shi Qing: "Do you really want to know? You will follow me in your life."
Meng Qing: Taoist scriptures.
Seeing that he made it clear that he was going to ignore himself, the devil king lay on the legs of others:
"That being the case, I won't tell you, you and I are a natural pair."
The young Taoist chanting stopped.
He turned his head in disbelief and stared at Shi Qing with his eyes widened: "What did you say?"
"Yo, ignore me?"
The handsome man wearing sunglasses leaned back: "Don't you want to listen?"
Meng Qing suspiciously looked up and down Shi Qing, suddenly a frown.
"You must have lied to me."
"I'm a priest, how can I have something with you."
Shi Qing raised an eyebrow: "How impossible."
"And you are not a priest, you are just raised by a priest and you have learned Taoism."
"I am a Taoist."
The young Taoist retorted, "I have been a teacher since I was a child. Why isn't he a Taoist?"
"Okay, you are a priest. Do you have a certificate?"
Meng Qing stopped talking.
Shi Qing continued: "Dao Shengsheng, do you have one?"
Meng Qing paused for a while before hesitating: "I am too young, wait until I am a few years older ..."
"Come on." The demon king interrupted his words politely: "You can get a certificate when you are sixteen or seventeen, and you are still twenty years old this year."
"Admit it, the old guy who is on the line, although always timid as a rat, but his Taoism is still pretty good, and he can barely enter the line to prevent you from officially becoming a priest. "
"You bullshit!"
The young Taoist listened even with red ears: "You, you are a man, I am also a man, how can this ..."
"Why not?" Shi Qing asked him in return: "Are your Taoist priests discriminating against homosexuality? Saying good people, etc.?"
In fact, Meng Qing has never touched this topic before.
But now he wanted to refute Shi Qing, and he said, "Men are born with yang, women are born with yin, and the balance between yin and yang is right."
"If you have to say that, then I also say that heterosexuality is born with yang, homosexuality is born with qi, and balance between differences is the right thing.
When Shi Qing finished speaking, he lowered his legs, got up, and sat next to Meng Qing, feeling his stiffness and avoidance.
"Little priest, you can't say anything to me, this is fate, you have to confess your fate."
The young Taoist narrowed his lips nervously: "Poor Taoism doesn't like homosexuality, you've found the wrong person."
"Don't like the same sex, that is, like the opposite sex?" The Devil smiled, not angry at all, but put his hands on Dao's shoulders, took off his sunglasses, and a pair of red eyes faintly smiling:
"As long as you say who you like, I immediately cancel the contract and leave without delaying for a second."
Where does Meng Qing go to find someone she likes.
From small to large, no matter whether he is the same or the opposite sex, he has not touched much.
It took him a long time to find out:
"Poor and devoted, how can there be people who like it."
"It doesn't matter, I know that the Taoist priests in your halal concept can marry wives and have children. When you have someone you like, then tell me, I promise to let go immediately and never delay you."
After that, Shi Qing picked up the double-skinned milk on the table, scooped a spoonful, and handed it to Meng Qing's mouth. She smiled with more charm.
"You haven't gone down the mountain except to catch the demon. You must haven't eaten this, have you? Come on, open your mouth."
Meng Qing turned her face to avoid, and closed her mouth without saying a word, apparently she did not intend to eat.
The devil twitched slightly: "The master ordered you to open your mouth."
The power of the contract made Meng Qing open his mouth slowly and uncontrollably. He looked at Shi Qing angrily, his eyes full of annoyance.
"Look, wouldn't it be nice if I listened to my mouth earlier? You people, it ’s hard to eat hard but not soft."
Shi Qing smiled and fed the spoonful of double-skinned milk to the young chief minister: "Come, eat it."
Meng Qing was angry.
Meng Qing was angry.
Meng Qing can't wait for the demon in front of the blade.
Then he chewed a few mouthfuls, and the flavour of the double skin milk gradually burst in his mouth.
The little priest who had never eaten double-skinned milk slightly widened his eyes and chewed a bit faster. Shi Qing looked at him with a smile and saw that he had finished eating and passed a spoon.
The little priest was completely conquered by the deliciousness of the double skin milk at this moment. Shi Qing fed a spoonful of him to eat a spoonful of it.
Shi Qing felt the joy of feeding, and he became happier.
Shuangpi milk finished quickly, he snapped his fingers, opened the enchantment, and beckoned: "Two more cups of milk tea and one cheesecake."
After ordering, he blinked at Meng Qing again:
"This cake is delicious. You must like it."
After hearing the sound of the demon ordering, Meng Qing woke up like a dream, reaching out and touching the corner of her mouth: "..."
He has fallen.
Oooooooooooooh
After the heartache of the fallen young Taoist leader came to the cake, his eyes couldn't help but turn around.
The cheese-colored cheesecake is neatly cut, placed on a plate, and there are a few beautiful small strawberry embellishments, all three words are exuding;
‘Come and eat me ~’
‘Eat Me ~’
For Meng Qing, who has never eaten dessert since childhood, this is simply too exciting.
Mumbling.
The young man's long throat knot rolled and swallowed.
Shi Qing cut a small piece and passed it to his mouth with a fork.
The Devil smiled and seduced and tempted, "Come and taste, it's delicious."
Meng Qing endured the desire to open her mouth, closed her eyes hard, and did not look at this little cake that looked lovely and particularly delicious.
Shi Qing got to his ear and sighed softly into his ear.
"Do you close your eyes, are you waiting for me to kiss you?"
The young Taoist blushed and opened his eyes and twisted his face: "You, you ... I don't know shame!"
"Ah, new words, our little priests will scold people."
The devil hand passed the cake to his mouth: "Open your mouth."
The tip of the nose is the sweet smell of the cake. Meng Qing licked her lips and told herself, "I was forced by a demon", and opened her mouth carefully.
When the soft cake slipped into his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly.
After eating a few times, Shi Qing had already handed another spoon.
This time Meng Qing opened her mouth much faster than before.
The two of them fed and ate one by one. When they finished eating the cheesecake, Shi Qing handed him the cup of milk tea. He also held the milk tea, comforting himself again and throwing his long legs on people.
Maybe it was a short mouth and a soft hand, this time Meng Qing did not stare at him.
First, I carefully looked at the milk tea that Shiqing drank. When I learned it consciously, I carefully passed the straw to my mouth, learned about Shiqing, and took a sip carefully.
The mellow milk tea entered the mouth through the straw, and warmly flowed into his throat, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly when he was comfortable.
"Is it good?"
Someone asked him next to him.
The young man who had never drank milk tea nodded and replied with a little admiration: "It's so delicious."
After answering, he reacted. Turning his head, it turned out that the devil was looking at him with a smile, a face full of "I am a monster" full of pride.
Meng Qing: "..."
He shut up, drinking milk tea indignantly, and cleared when not going to see it.
This devil must be trying to seduce him!
He grew up in a halal perspective since he was a child, and his Taoist progress has always been the fastest learning between his brothers and brothers. Can he still be seduced by some food in this area!
Thinking this way, the young Taoist head bowed his head resolutely.
Suck--
Take a sip of sweet and greasy milk tea.
He was drinking, and Shi Qing was next to him again. The magnetic voice was low, and he was talking honestly, but he was deliberately charming.
"We are waiting for someone to come."
Meng Qing froze quickly, looking up and following Shi Qing's eyes, seeing a student wearing a school uniform carrying a schoolbag, he was standing there quietly, as if waiting for someone.
The young Taoist stared at the student strangely. It was refreshing, and there was nothing hidden in the whole body, how could he provoke this devil.
He watched Shiqing alertly: "What are you going to do to him?"
"He's just a student, what can I do to him."
Shi Qing reached the ear of the young Taoist and whispered, "You should know my ability."
"As long as I look directly into a person's eyes, I can see through this eyes that person's appeal to me, whether it was past or ever."
Meng Qing frowned slightly, looking at the fresh and refreshing, what looked like just a teenager of ordinary students: "He has an appeal to you?"
It shouldn't be. From the perspective of the aura, this student should be of the type of family harmony, parental love, and excellent quality.
"Huh."
Shi Qing raised his index finger: "I saw that his appeal was to hope that I could keep a soul who died by suicide for a day."
Young Dao's eyebrows became more and more frowning.
Souls who commit suicide must go to the ghost world immediately according to the rules, and this rule is also to protect these souls.
They commit suicide because they want to leave the world. When the world consciousness is perceived, they will subconsciously reject after they become souls.
Every extra second stays tormented for these souls.
"You promised?"
"What hasn't happened yet, how can I promise?"
The devil sips the milk tea in the straw, seeing Meng Qing's solemn expression, and smiles slightly, "but wait until it happens, I will agree."
"It's a good deal to keep one soul a day for a lifetime."
The expression on the young Taoist's face suddenly became more serious.
"Life is inherently fixed, and it is wrong for you to buy and sell privately. Besides, if you really change it, for this soul, staying in the human world is like stepping on the blade of a knife under your feet. Would appreciate each other. "
Shi Qing: "This is not necessarily the case."
Meng Qing was sure: "Sure."
He said very seriously and seriously; "I have seen a soul who died by suicide. It was trapped in a place because of a magical instrument. After only three days of staying, it has been forced by the drama of every second. It's crazy, it's gone without waiting for our extradition. "
Shi Qing: "Little Taoist, not every soul who commits suicide is like the one you have seen."
Meng Qing would like to say that suddenly, he suddenly turned around and looked at the campus gate.
"It's so strong."
Shi Qing supported her chin, and a pair of pale red eyes looked over there.
When a person first died, there was death. The stronger the death, the more the other person died soon.
It seems that the death gas that the two people felt at the same time basically belongs to the death time less than one hour.
The devil took a sip of milk tea, raised an eyebrow at Meng Qing, put on sunglasses, and looked at the soul walking towards the student:
"It seems that the suicidal soul is him."
He stood up, reached out to Meng Qing, and shook his head in the direction of the school: "Let's go and see."
The young Taoist stood up silently and did not go to see the hand handed over by Shi Qing.
Shi Qing shrugged: "Little priest, I command you, master, hold my hand."
"Demon! What else can you do with this trick! Shameless!"
Meng Qing could only scold, while watching her hand stretch out toward the Demon King uncontrollably.
Shi Qing held the hand stretched out by the young Taoist, scratched his palm, and raised the sunglasses to the eyebrow with the other hand, exposing a pair of beautiful eyes, and blinked at the other party.
"Although I have only this trick to deal with you, I can't stand it."
Meng Qingqi's face turned redder.
Since meeting Shi Qing, his face has never been calmer.
"Demon! You ..."
"I know, I'm shameless."
Shi Qing lowered her sunglasses and took Meng Qing's hand, letting the young Taoist lean to his side, looking very proud.
"You are my destined lover. To you, why should I pay attention to those false names? You say so."
"you this……"
The devil smiled with a smile: "Well, the host now puts a limit on you. Every time you say something about a demon, a demon, you have to kiss me, and you won't be capped."
Meng Qing: "..."
He looked at the Devil angrily, but couldn't think of any other words to replace, so he could only shut up in annoyance, acting as a dummy.
Partial Qing still has to tease him:
"Why don't you talk?"
"Little Taoist? Meng Qing? Obedient? Qing Qing?"
Meng Qing couldn't stand it anymore, stood still, shouted angrily at Shi Qing; "Demon! Shut up!"
As soon as the words fell, he responded, covering his mouth, and staring straight at Shi Qing.
Shi Qing put his cheeks together and pointed: "Come on."
Meng Qing: "..."
He could only watch his body go past him, and a dragonfly dripping a kiss on the demon's white tender cheek.
Even after staying for 0.01 seconds and quickly withdrawing his body, the young Daochang's face was still red and sullen.
If it used to be a touch of red, then it's Yanyan red.
He kept rubbing his lips with the back of his hands, his face full of indignation, and his mouth turning over and over was like this: "You are shameless ..."
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When the two were "sexing and flirting," the atmosphere of the two young boys at the school gate was also very good.
When the high school student wearing a school uniform and carrying a school bag saw himself and others coming, he ran and greeted him. His eyes were full of joy. He held his school bag and greeted him happily. When he really arrived The other party approached, and stopped a little nervously, rubbing the backpack straps unconsciously.
"Milang, you have come to school today. Are your parents all right?"
Mi Lang was the boy who came over. He was pale and very handsome. He heard the words of his lover, shook his head slightly, and worked hard to evoke the corners of his mouth:
"never mind."
"Really okay?" Chen Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face again, a little scared and said: "I went to you before, they didn't let me in, I thought you were going to be transferred. Then. "
Chen Zeyu and Mi Lang are both high school students. They are a class of students with excellent grades. In addition to these common points, they also have a special common point in that they do not feel girls.
After expressing their feelings to each other, the two went smoothly together.
This love affair lasted for a year, and it didn't slow down like other people's likes in their youth, but it was like the wine in the cellar. Although hidden in the deep underground, it became more and more delicious.
They began to carefully plan the future of the two, go to the same university together, the same major, find a job together after renting, and rent a house together.
Even after reaching age, I thought of going to an orphanage to adopt a child.
But the love of youth is always hidden, even if they try hard to hide, they are still noticed.
Gossip, rumors, and stigmatization, insults, followed.
Milang was directly locked up by his family and was not allowed to go to school. At the same time, he started the transfer procedure.
Chen Zeyu was beaten by his father with a stick, forcing him to give up this relationship.
He couldn't get out of bed, but still gritted his teeth and refused to give up. He waited until the seventh day, facing his son who didn't give up, his parents compromised and put him back to school.
But Mi Lang had no news at all. Even though Chen Zeyu went to him many times, he was blasted downstairs every time, and even Mi Lang didn't see him.
Chen Zeyu had no choice but to wait every day before going to school, hoping Milang could come.
He was frustrated waiting these days.
Unexpectedly, he waited today.
After learning from Millang's mouth that this was all right, this cheerful big boy was happy like a bird, carrying a book and surrounding his lover in a circle.
"It's okay, it's fine this time, so we don't have to be afraid to find out."
"Some people are sure to gossip. Don't be afraid, they just talk. What should we do or not? Wait until you get into college and leave."
When he spoke, Millang always smiled on his pale face, and his eyes were full of optimistic lovers.
Seeing that Chen Zeyu was pulling him into the school, Mi Lang stopped and did not move, but asked, "Zeyu, what do you think our future looks like?"
"future……"
Chen Zeyu didn't know why Mi Lang suddenly asked this question, but he answered quickly:
"We should already be engineers, we can still have our own house, alas ... there may be a mortgage, but it's okay, the two of us pay back, and the pressure is not great. When we reach the age, we will adopt a baby, whether it is a boy He was a girl and he raised him well. He called me Big Daddy, and you called Little Daddy, because I was three months older than you. "
"Right!" Chen Zeyu clapped his hands, his face was full of longing for the future: "We must have a wedding in the future. Although we can't get a certificate now, there will be weddings when people get married. My parents have no big problems. We'll grind slowly over your parents. "
"At that time, there must be a priest, which is the kind standing between us and saying cough ..." Chen Zeyu coughed a few times, deliberately lowered his voice, and learned the priest's tone:
"Mr. Chen Zeyu, would you like to be a partner with Mr. Mirang?"
Mirang looked pale at the energetic lover, with a longing in his eyes, he said softly:
"I do."
Chen Zeyu froze, then stretched out his hand and patted Milang's shoulder with a smile: "I know you want it, and I ..."
His voice stopped after falling empty with his hand.
The gentle lover in front of him stood just like that and said to him, "I'm sorry, I left you."
Chen Zeyu stared at the lover, who was becoming transparent.
He guessed it in his heart, but refused to admit it stubbornly: "Miron, wait, what went wrong? Yes, yes, I must be dreaming, this is a dream."
He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and kept hypnotizing himself: "This is a dream, this is a dream ..."
"Sorry……"
Mi Lang looked at Chen Zeyu with a stunned expression, and only apologized;
"Sorry Zeyu, I didn't hold on. They kept scolding me, saying that I lost my face at home, and my relatives came to visit me one by one, saying that I was sick, I was locked up at home, and I could n’t go anywhere. I I can only sit there and listen outside. "
"They said, I'm sick, and they want to put me in a psychiatric hospital. They said, I'm a waste, I'm raised in vain, and even my parents said, I can't wait to give birth to me, I'm so scared, I'm scared I was sent to a psychiatric hospital. I was afraid I would be treated as a patient. I could do nothing every day. I could only sit and listen to them. At night, I could n’t sleep all night, as if everyone was there. Talk about me, everyone thinks I'm sick ... "
Chen Zeyu was completely confused at this moment. He shook his head and cried:
"We are not sick. This is not a disease. It is natural to like the same sex. We are the same as everyone else."
"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry, I'm too weak, I'm afraid they look at me, I'm afraid they will send me to a psychiatric hospital, I'm afraid the aunt in the yard, who was good to me, took me away with her granddaughter when she saw me On, I know I'm not sick, but everyone thinks I'm sick, they want to cure me, I don't want to cure, and can't cure it ... "
Chen Zeyu subconsciously stepped forward to comfort the collapsing lover, but only hugged him. He stepped back blankly, watching the lover who became a little transparent in front of him.
Finally, realized what.
He shouted, "Mirang."
"What did you do to yourself?"
Mirang looked at Chen Zeyu, with infinite sadness in his eyes.
"Last night, I quietly opened the door, climbed to the rooftop, and then jumped from above."
"It's so easy ..."
He looked stunned, as if back to last night, his parents quarreled over which mental hospital he should be taken to, and blamed each other for blaming the other party for not taking care of him to make him a pervert.
A pervert-
Is he already perverted in their hearts?
He hasn't slept well for a long time. At first, he wanted to sleep, but his parents looked at him in turn. Every time he closed his eyes, he woke him up, forcing him to admit that he was sick.
Later, I just couldn't sleep.
As soon as I closed my eyes, it seemed like someone was talking to him all the time.
waste--
metamorphosis--
Disgusting homosexuality--
When he jumped from the rooftop, when he fell heavily on the ground, those voices disappeared.
So easy ...
But after a while, I regret it.
It is not regrets that he gave up his life, but regrets that he left Chen Zeyu alone.
"Sorry……"
He said countless times, "I'm really sorry ..."
"I really, I really want to marry you, have a wedding with you, sorry ..."
He slowly disappeared.
This young life that had not had time to bloom, ended at this most lively and wanton age.
The same young lover was half-knelt on the ground blankly, falling down with no hands, groping on the ground.
"Miron ..."
"Miron? Miron?"
He looked at the place where there was no one around, and shook his head persistently; "This is a dream, this must be a dream, I am dreaming ..."
Correct! Correct! He is dreaming!
This isn't true. Millang must be at home. This must not be true.
Just how he repeats this sentence.
In his eyes, it seemed that something was broken.
Not far behind him, the demon king took Meng Qing's hand and asked him, "Do you still think this transaction should not be done?"
Meng Qing was silent.
Halfway through, he said: "Before, it was narrow and narrow. Whether it is the same or the opposite sex, it is actually the same."
Shi Qing circled his hand: "Yes, it's like you, me and them, it's the same."
Meng Qing didn't break away again this time, only asking: "But just staying for one day, what can they do?"
The time of day is not even night, and it is only 12 hours in total.
Shi Qing looked at the boy who was half-kneeling on the ground, his whole body trembling, as if he couldn't support it anymore:
"They will have a wedding."
"A wedding that I wanted long ago but could never wait."
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Chen Zeyu went to Mi Lang's house.
He saw the dried blood on the ground.
I saw passers-by.
He didn't believe it.
He stood there for a long time until he saw Miran's parents return.
The couple supported each other and couldn't stand crying. Relatives around them had been comforting them.
A relative said, "How can this child be so impulsive, you control him for his own good."
Relatives also said, "Big sister, don't cry anymore, didn't the doctor say that? The child did not suffer when he left."
Chen Zeyu just stared straight.
There are obviously people everywhere, but why, he feels empty around him.
He stood for a long, long time.
Standing, he felt that he should not stand still.
Milen likes his sports best.
So Chen Zeyu started to go forward, how long and where to go, he did not know.
He just kept walking, thinking while walking.
How did that happen.
Why is this happening.
They just like each other.
Mi Lang was so kind that even the ants couldn't bear to step on it. He hadn't harmed anyone, and hadn't hurt anyone. Why was it that he experienced this?
He is so sensitive, so care about others' views, how did he endure the long days and nights.
He walked, walked, and finally, he reached a hall.
The people inside asked him what he wanted to change.
He said he wanted Miran to come back.
The man said again, the dead cannot return.
Yeah, I ca n’t come back.
Chen Zeyu, who had been numb and did not cry, seemed to be turned on by this sentence. He covered his face, and finally couldn't help, crying sobbing.
The dead cannot return.
Miran will never return.
Their future will never come again.
When Chen Zeyu was crying, Shi Qing stood by and watched him cry, and handed him a tissue.
"Thank you."
After Chen Zeyu cried, he straightened his waist, his eyes were still red and swollen, but his expression was very clear.
"I want a wedding, can I?"
Shi Qing nodded, reached out, and a contract from nothing came to his palm.
"The tears you left here for a wedding."
"Sign it."
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White jade paved, flowers landed.
The newcomers entered, and the two were side by side, looking at each other with happiness.
Milen's face was still pale, he committed suicide, and the world was repelling him all the time.
It's like the little mermaid with changed legs, every step, it seems to be walking on the blade.
When I was reading a fairy tale book as a kid, I didn't understand why the Little Mermaid could dance like this.
But now, when he looked at Chen Zeyu, those pains seemed to be ignored.
Meng Qing stood at the top, watching the two slowly come in, and looked nervously at the side of Qing, before asking:
"Mr. Chen Zeyu, would you like Mr. Mi Lang to be your partner?"
Chen Zeyu fixedly looked at Mi Lang:
"I do."
"Mr. Lang, would you like Mr. Chen Zeyu to be your partner?"
A pale smile appeared on Millang's face, and he said softly, "I do."
"Then, whether rich or poor, low or high, regardless of poverty and disease, regardless of ..."
Shi Qing looked at Mirang, who was difficult to stand, and took a slight breath in his direction.
Miron, who had been entangled with pain all the time, found that the pain had disappeared.
Without the painful sorrow, he could put all his mind on today's happiness.
After all the words found on the Internet were spoken, Meng Qing finally added a sentence:
"Now I announce that Mr. Chen Zeyu and Mr. Mi Lang are partners."
He was still doing this kind of thing for the first time. After speaking, he had no idea what to do, and the devil stepped onto the stage and took his hand to lead people down.
Only a couple of newcomers remained on the stage.
They have no time.
But the atmosphere surrounding them was not anxious at all.
Millang even smiled slightly and reached out to arrange the collar for his lover:
"You look so handsome today."
Chen Zeyu also smiled hard, shook his head as they did in the past, "This is the preparation of the two gentlemen. I have never worn a suit."
"I didn't go through either."
Milen looked down at his suit. "I didn't expect me to look good in a suit."
Chen Zeyu: "Everything you look good on."
Millang smiled: "School uniforms don't look good."
Chen Zeyu: "School uniforms also look good."
Milen: "Unfortunately, I will never wear it again."
The two were silent again with this sentence.
They didn't talk anymore, they just held their hands and sat on the wedding table, snuggling together like little animals warming each other.
The top of the wedding, a huge clock is moving.
Da da da.
The second hand pushes the minute hand, and the minute hand pushes the hour hand.
No matter how much they cherish, the moment of separation still comes.
Milen could feel that he was being excluded from the world, and he raised his lips hard to make himself look more relaxed:
"I'm sorry for you. You ... well."
Chen Zeyu held his lover's hand firmly, crying and crying silently, shaking his head and refuting: "It's not your fault, I know it's not your fault."
"You're right, you don't want to ..."
Mi Lang looked at his lover, reached out his hand, and landed lightly on his cheek.
"Sorry."
"thank you."
He slowly dissipated, and with the direction of the wind, was taken to another world without Chen Zeyu.
"Mirang, Mirang!"
Even if it had been known for a long time, at this moment of real separation, Chen Zeyu couldn't help but stand up and chase his lover.
If you ca n’t catch it, you ca n’t catch it.
Seeing Meng Qingying looking at this scene, Shi Qing waved and sent Chen Zeyu back, reached out and held the young Taoist's hand, and painted his palm with his fingertips.
"Love departs, does the Taoist leader have any feelings?"
Meng Qing froze for a few seconds before reacting, and quickly blushed and withdrew her hand: "Don't always use your hands."
The devil raised an eyebrow: "I haven't moved my feet yet, but if you want, I can."
The young Taoist master could never fight him, but said that he could only blush his hands behind his back.
Anyway, the devil will never be given the opportunity to move his feet.
Seeing him like this, Shi Qing reached out and a contract fell in his palm.
The devil folds slowly: "Hey, it's another year of life."
Meng Qing froze; "Do you really accept Chen Zeyu's one-year life?"
Shi Qing looked up. "Do you have any opinion?"
The young Taoist leader wanted to say that it was immoral. People were pitiful enough, but this was again voluntary by Chen Zeyu, just like what Shi Qing said before. There was a gap between silver and goods, and the two sides volunteered. He had no position. Say that.
Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Shi Qing ‘good intention’ offered:
"Since you have an opinion on the young priest, you might as well exchange it for Chen Zeyu's contract with me. If the contract is in your hands, then it will be destroyed. The exchange between him and him will naturally be returned to Chen Zeyu."
As soon as Meng Qing's eyes lighted, she looked up and asked, "What do you want?"
Shi Qing smiled evilly and stretched out his hand to the Taoist:
"You take the initiative to hold hands with me all day, and I will give you the contract."
Holding hands for a whole day, changing life for one year.
No matter how bad it looks.
Meng Qing held out his hand hesitantly.
Gently, holding the soft palm of the devil.