I, Qing Huan

After Qing Huan sewed Nanyang's buttons, he yawned twice. Nan Yang could see that she was tired. After a long toss today, she still drank so much alcohol. Now that the alcohol is gone, she should almost be sleepy.

She is a physique that sleeps as soon as she sleeps, and Nanyang has been ready to hug her anytime since she yawned for the first time.

"Let's go back." Qing Huan's eyes narrowed as expected.

"Great."

Nanyang looked at Qing Huan's sleepy eyes, and said, "I will carry you back."

"From here to the garage, a few hundred meters, what are you carrying..." Qing Huan's ears reddened, rubbing his sleepy eyes, don't look too far away from Nanyang.

"Don't let me carry you, then I will kiss you." Nanyang made a rare joke.

However, Qing Huan moved his gaze back, staring at her brightly, and for a while, whispered: "Then... you kiss me."

She really likes kissing Nanyang.

As long as you can kiss her, you can use any crappy reason.

Nan Yang took a step forward, wrapped around Qing Huan's waist, put her lips close to her ears, lowered her voice and said, "I will kiss you and carry you, okay?"

Qing Huan's ears were so red as to drip blood, and she nodded slightly.

With permission, Nanyang dropped a soft kiss on Qinghuan's earlobe, raised her right hand and placed it on the back of her head, gently rubbing her charming curly hair. Passing his lips across his earlobes, rubbing his side face, he brought out a charming way, and finally landed on the same soft territory.

A long and gentle kiss, the ears of both people were red, but the movement between the lips and the teeth was much more natural than the previous two.

Qing Huan couldn't help but squeezed Nan Yang's slender waist tightly, and her legs were a little weak in the kiss.

While it was lingering, the bathroom door was suddenly opened with a "creak--"

Qing Huan immediately turned his head and avoided Nan Yang's lips.

Cheng was standing at the door of the bathroom tomorrow night, half-twisting the doorknob in his hand, staring dumbfoundedly at the two people who were still kissing intimately in front of the mirror for a second, and had been interrupted abruptly by her arrival.

The air was momentarily quiet and terrible.

"I..." When Cheng realized that she had done something good tomorrow night, she almost cried when she spoke, "I, I, I, I didn't mean it, you, you..."

Nan Yang was still holding Qing Huan's waist. She squinted to look at Ming Wan Cheng, and licked the remaining Qing Huan's saliva on her lips. Her voice was as cold as ice: "Then you want to keep watching?"

"No, no, no, no, don't watch it!" Tomorrow night Cheng shook his head frantically, and stepped back as he shook. , No hurry, no hurry!"

Qing Huan was too embarrassed to look at Ming Wancheng, and hugged Nanyang tightly, burying his face in Nanyang's shoulder like an ostrich.

"Sorry master, sorry ancestor, sorry sorry, really sorry, I'll get out of here!"

Tomorrow night Cheng bowed a few tightly, and almost ran off.

Nan Yang touched Qinghuan's long hair, gently rubbed the back of her neck through the curly hair, and asked in a low voice, "Will you continue?"

Qing Huan nestled in her white shirt and shook her head, the temperature of her face could be hot to Nanyang's heart through a layer of fabric.

"Then let me go, I will carry you to the car and go back to sleep."

Qing Huan let go of Nanyang with a hum. Nan Yang bent down with her back to her, and she lay down on her shoulders and put her arms around her neck.

Nan Yang put her on her back steadily, turned her head and said softly: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep, don't worry, I will send you back safely."

Qing Huan nodded.

The road from the bathroom to the underground garage is not long, but Nanyang walks very slowly. She likes to carry Qinghuan on her back. This made her feel like she was back more than 3,000 years ago. In that remote ancient time, she also carried her little apprentice on her back, staggering step by step in the winding snow of Beifang.

It would have taken ten minutes to walk, because Nanyang walked too slowly, he just walked for nearly half an hour. When she arrived in the garage, Qing Huan was already asleep on her shoulders.

Before, Qing Huan had put the crystal red Liuyu on her neck, and now she wrapped her right hand around Nanyang's neck, holding the jade in her mouth, and sleeping soundly.

Like a child, you have to put something in your mouth when you sleep.

Because of the jade, the corners of her mouth opened slightly, so saliva ran down the corners of her lips again, soaking Nanyang's shoulder shirt.

Nan Yang couldn't help but smile, dragged her legs and raised her a little higher.

Qing Huan didn't know when she fell asleep, she only knew that the moment she lay on Nanyang's back, she was sleepy. Obviously, they didn't seem to know each other for a long time, but she just felt that she could be completely relieved by Nanyang's side. She knew that Nanyang would take good care of herself.

She fell asleep deeply, biting the ruby ​​that Nanyang gave her in her mouth.

In the mist, she seemed to have a dream.

In her dream, she was standing in a canyon, and the surrounding weather was dull, so hot that her forehead was sweaty. There were very noisy voices around, as if surrounded by many people, screaming and killing.

It seems that this is not modern.

In a daze, she realized that she was carrying a sword in her hand, she was also wearing a white costume, and the corners of her skirt were splashed with blood.

When she was wondering, she suddenly heard a familiar voice:

"Qing Huan."

She suddenly raised her head and saw Nan Yang's cold and snowy face. Wearing a simple white dress embossed with white cranes, Nanyang's long ink-colored hair is rolled into a simple and elegant bun, with anxiety under his eyes, and a snow-blue long sword in his hand. She stretched out her hand to hold herself, and said, "Qinghuan, follow me..."

She subconsciously waved the long sword, and slashed at the hand that Nanyang stretched out.

Nanyang drew his hand back in time, but there was still a piece of clothing that was severely scratched by her fierce sword wind. The blade of the sword broke Nanyang's little finger, and that piece of pure white clothing carried the blood on her finger. Floating to the ground.

She had only one thought in her mind:

Kill her.

Killed Nanyang.

This is her enemy, who killed her.

She clenched her teeth, used all the strength of her body, raised her long sword and slashed towards Nanyang resolutely. Nan Yang looked at her in disbelief, backed away and avoided her attack in embarrassment. It is obvious that Nanyang also has a sword in her hand, but she has not raised it to face herself, she is just hiding, even if she has gradually fallen into a situation with nowhere to hide.

Nan Yang's eyes were tearful, and his tone trembling said, "Qing Huan, what's the matter with you?"

I want to kill you.

You and I are enemies, I must kill you.

Nan Yang's eyes were filled with countless grief: "Qing Huan, I am the master."

But there was only one thought in her mind.

Kill her.

This is her killer enemy.

She must kill her.

She raised the long sword in her hand again, Nan Yang just looked at her with tears, and did not avoid it this time. As a result, the long sword in her hand pierced easily and firmly plunged into Nanyang's flanks.

Nan Yang's upper body hunched down, his brows frowned, and he looked at her sadly, with a mouthful of blood flowing from the corners of his lips.

She quickly drew the sword out, and a dazzling blood spurted from the wound and hit her profile face. Nan Yang clutched his flanks and staggered for two steps, sticking his long sword on the ground to barely support his body.

She swung her long sword fiercely and stabbed the second sword towards Nanyang.

The third sword.

The fourth sword.

Every sword fell on Nanyang's waist and abdomen, and every blow was really cut into her flesh and blood, and even every time it was cut, blood would splash on her face. In the end, the long sword in her hand could no longer see the original color, and the white clothes on Nan Yang's body were all dyed red.

Nan Yang had been holding her snow-blue long sword tightly, but she never lifted it up, she didn't let the sword aim at herself for even a second.

She raised the sword again and again.

Cut to Nanyang again and again.

Nan Yang was finally chopped and fell into a pool of blood, his hands tightly clutching the wound in his abdomen, eyes loose. Just like a white crane that was shot down, with its wings folded, and no longer able to flap its wings, it could only wait for death in despair in a **** color.

She was really going to be killed by herself.

But why are you crying?

Master...

Why don't you resist?

Why don't you kill me as a rebel?

Master...

Master, why don't you leave?

Nanyang lay on the ground, her eyelashes slowly drooping, and there were heavy blood stains on her eyelids. Her lips moved slightly, and after exhausting her last bit of strength, she murmured a begging phrase:

"Stop making trouble... Come back with me... I won't punish you for copying scriptures or standing in the corner... I won't punish you again. Go back with me, Qing Huan... Go back with me ."

Go back with me.

go back.

Back to where?

Where are they going back?

We can't go back.

I can't go back anymore, Master.

Master...

Master...

"Qing Huan?"

A gentle voice rang in my ears.

"Qing Huan, wake up."

is her.

"Qing Huan, when you wake up, you sweat a lot."

Qing Huan opened her eyes abruptly and saw the familiar ceiling.

There was a burst of pain between her eyebrows, as if she was about to tear her forehead alive.

It took a full ten seconds before she realized that she was already lying on the hotel bed. Nan Yang hugged herself on the side, murmured her name softly, her slender fingers stroked the sweat on her forehead, her voice was full of care: "Have you had a nightmare? Why are you shaking all the time?"

Nanyang.

She... Is she still alive?

Before Qing Huan broke free from her dream, she hurriedly got up and looked at the real woman beside her. Her gaze swept across her indiscriminately, and then she touched her lower abdomen in a panic, and rashly opened the hem of her shirt.

There is no blood.

However, there are several deep and wide long scars. It was the same scary and terrifying scar as she had seen before.

Nan Yang saw that she suddenly opened her clothes, her ears turned red, and she pulled the hem and covered it again, "What's wrong with you? Why suddenly..."

Was that really a dream just now? Why is it so real? It was so real that she felt that her face was still covered with hot blood.

Qing Huan held back the tears that were about to flow, and desperately leaned forward to hug Nan Yang, exhausted all of her strength and held her back, wishing to rub her into her own blood.

Fortunately, it's a dream.

She is still alive, still by her side. And he didn't use the sword to chop her all over.

Nan Yang patted her back comfortably, and whispered in her ear: "It's a nightmare. Seeing you are sweating, you can't wake up. Do you want to take a bath?"

After a long time, Qing Huan said hoarsely: "...I want to wash it."

"I'll help you fill the bathtub with water." Nanyang patted her shoulder and motioned for her to let go.

Qing Huan didn't let go, still holding Nanyang tightly, and his voice became lighter and softer: "You take me."

"Okay, I'll take you." Nan Yang touched her long curly hair.

Qing Huan was silent for a moment, then whispered in a low voice, "...you help me wash it."

Nanyang was taken aback for a moment, his ears turned red in an instant.

"...Okay, I...I will help you wash it."