Mo's soothing voice sounded on the side of his auricle, just like in memory, but with hesitation and anger.
"Is this all you said?"
Gu Mang: "..."
In fact, Mo Xi has already noticed that Gu Mang is wrong. It was just two or two previous inquiries. Gu Mang always said that it was okay. In addition, he was actually unwilling to do anything wrong with Gu Mang again, so Although in my heart, I did not care.
But the cottage was too small, and he couldn't help looking at the person who was curled up in the corner, away from himself.
Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang was uncomfortable and depressed ... He even saw Gu Mang's later actions.
He thought that Gu Mang had really let go of the past, and was really reluctant to have any quarrels with him anymore, so this once could laugh with himself and say, "Just go to bed and be happy with each other." The army gangsters would rather settle quietly than expose their **** to him.
Gu Mang can smile at Jiang Yexue, talk well with Murong Chuyi, and even talk softly to the little broken bird he just caught back, but treat himself coldly.
Gu Mang really didn't want him.
That bit of broken self-esteem and arrogance made Mo Xi want to pretend to be invisible, but when he heard Gu Mang's repressed, somewhat painful and broken voice several times ... he couldn't let it go.
In the end, he didn't know what kind of mood he was, he got up and came to the shrinking figure, leaned down, and put the back of his body in his arms.
Gu Man's sudden reaction made his heart tremble. So after all, he bit his head, broke his vow of no longer touching Gu Mang, and put the poor, unsaved body weight in his palm. Gu Mang clung to his chest unconsciously, his jaw and neck raised slightly: "Ink extinguished ..."
Mo muted his voice and said, "Close your eyes. You shouldn't be me."
Gu Mang frowned, his words narrowed in his throat.
He was extremely fragile at this time, but in the extreme fragility, he still had an extremely tough soul. He wanted to say, how could it not be you?
It's always been you.
Mo out, only you ...
But these indescribable loves can only stay on the threshold of "want to say".
The two of them, one who thought the other was gracious, and one who thought he was iron-hearted, were unwilling to approach each other for one reason or another. But love and **** are endless abyss. They have already stepped into the air, they have fallen endlessly in it, and the surroundings are dark. They can only grasp each other.
As Mo Xi hugged him, Gu Mang's final intellect collapsed, and his only little light could only keep him from chanting Mo Xi's name when he was absent.
He was like a beast trapped in a sea of desire, desperately struggling to escape this old love cage, but he couldn't do it. Moxi knew him too well, and he could easily ignite his heartburn, leaving him at a loss.
His indiscriminate, tear-prone physique had made his eyes red, and water vapor gathered around the slender eyes. He was so distressed that he was trembling all over, so he leaned his head against Mo Xi's arms. Shouted hoarsely in the disintegrated reason: "Let me go ..."
The tone is hard, but the sound is so soft that it seems to be softening.
Obviously wanting a ferocious sentence, but the exit is a vague begging.
"... Let me go ..." Gu Mang couldn't help himself until the end. He was almost mournful. God knew how painful he was when he restrained the blood of the beast.
He has lost his memory, gone through a dead end, and gone to two souls. He doesn't know how long his consciousness restored by the time glass can last. He doesn't know if the sober mercy he gave him and the soberness he returned will soon Recovered. He's lost so much. The man behind him is the last light and heat he can embrace at this moment.
He was still repressed.
Gu Mang almost collapsed: "You ... let me go ..."
Let me go, don't come near me anymore.
Although I have quenched the blood of the beast, I am still human after all, and I will feel unwilling, and I will regret the path I have chosen. But I ca n't look back, please ... don't torture me anymore ...
I know it's a cold night ahead, and your warmth will make me afraid to move forward.
I am already a traitor. The ink is off.
I don't want to be a coward anymore ...
But what should I do? Mo Xi hugs him, and it hurts. He didn't even understand between them, who should let go, and who could forgive them.
Because Gu Mang was reluctant to let him touch, he even said the tragic sentence "You should be treated as if it weren't me"-but even then, was Gu Mang repelled?
Because of his sorrow and sorrow at this moment, his arm was a little looser. Gu Mang seemed like a finch who finally got free. He stumbled and tried to stand up, and wanted to perch to a place far away from the ink.
But the toxic transpiration in his body, the pain made his waist soft, and there was no strength on his body, he only half supported his body, and then fell back between the rice stalks. I didn't know how many monsters had been repaired in this cottage before. There was a pungent smell in the golden haystack, and Gu Man's throat sobbed painfully. He rolled over, his blue eyes widened, and his eyes narrowed. ...
Then he saw Mo Xi stand up, the figure reflected in his eyes.
This is really embarrassing. He wants to know what kind of miserable situation he is now, but Mo has not even messed up his robes.
Wuyan's incense poison became more and more turbulent in his body. He frowned in pain and raised his hand, "You ..."
He meant to say, you walk away.
But it was so uncomfortable that he bit his lip before he finished speaking.
Mo Xi would be wrong about Gu Mang's meaning, thinking that he reached out and wanted to pull him up by himself. So he took Gu Mang's hand ...
It's as if the last cluster of molten currents opened the rock formation. The delicate touch of ten fingers finally let Gu Mang, who was stretched to the extreme, lose his shackles. People want to succumb to the demon blood at this moment.
Gu Mang was not able to get up, but instead dragged Mo Shun down.
The ink went off guard, and the soft paddy subsided after the two. The dust of the rice filled the turbid air like a whip.
"Gu Mang ..."
Gu Mang's eyes suddenly became hot when he called his name.
He really shuddered, his lips were pursed, and the light in his blue eyes was flowing. He could still say that you let go of me, but the poison of the beast was burning to the extreme. Looking up at Mo Xi's handsome face like this, biting his lower lip, he could not say anything.
Instinct is persecution him, persecution him to reveal his heart.
For so many years ... He has done many decisive things, walked through many bloodstained roads, he left a lot of things, only Mo out.
Mo Xi was not left by him, but was left by him.
Take the knife, inch by inch, holding his own flesh and cut it from the heart.
In fact, when he looked at Mo in the rain of bats, his heartbeat was accelerated and crazy, but he concealed it all indifferently and ruthlessly.
How could this be the case?
He loves him so much, misses him so much, when he is in Caoying, he misses him, and in the night rain of Lou Chuan misses him, and loves him, thinks of him, and thinks of him in the depths of his broken memories.
He bit his lips so hard that tears flashed in his eyes. That's because the toxicity is suffering, but more because he has been destroyed to the extreme by his thoughts.
He really wanted to be selfish regardless of it and wanted to say, hold me. Mo Xi, please ... please save me, I have been immersed in the sea of blood for eight years ... Could you hug me again ...
I miss you ...
After my heart went to you, the scar never healed ...
Gu Man blinked his eyes. He felt something hot and moist dripping down the end of his eyes, infiltrated into the hair, Mo Xi raised his hand, and touched his cheek.
He grabbed Mo Xi's hand, and with almost all his strength and dexterity, he said to Mo Xi very dumbly: "... detoxify me ..."
He saw Mo's dark eyes blink with a light that had nothing to do with sex.
The heart is cut like a knife, and cooked like fire.
"It's just ... detoxifying ..." Gu Mang closed his eyes and choked his throat, "... I will ... take you ..."
The five fingers holding Mo Xi's wrist trembled terribly.
"I will treat you ... as ... another person."
He opened his eyes and saw that the light in Mo Xi's eyes went out, and it became an endless, cheeky night.
Mo Xi's expression was sad, but just as he was used to covering himself with laughter, his young master of Mo Xi finally learned to hide his true feelings with indifference.
His ink is no longer the boy in the snowy night battlefield, and when he wanted to understand his love, he ran in snow and confessed.
None of them.
The pain was hidden in the black eyes, and the chill floated.
Mo Xi almost gritted his teeth, then Gu Mang felt a terrible force and turned him over.
Such a move ... is really like a compelling vent, it has nothing to do with love.
Gu Mang was very distressed because of the venomous poison. He stuffed his head between the golden rice stalks, and his soft cheeks were slightly sideways.
It seems that since the first battle of Feng Mingshan, he has been defeated, lost to the court, to conspiracy, and now to himself.
He was very uncomfortable, uncomfortably turned back, and consciously wanted to look back at the man he loved, but then it was Mo Xi who removed his black hair belt and covered him. Before my eyes.
"you..."
"If you don't look at my face, it will probably be better."
"..." The long eyelashes trembled after the hair band. Gu Mang didn't know what Mo Mo's expression was when he said this sentence. In fact, Gu Mang can't think anymore, and his mind is sticky, but this feeling is not good-the blood of the demon will be satisfied, but the rationality will eventually be destroyed.
Mo Xi didn't kiss him or caress him mercilessly. Mo Xi used to be extremely lingering and loving, this is the first time that he has not done anything like this.
"Why is the whole person shaking?"
"..."
Gu Mang's lips trembled and Wu Ziqiang insisted: "I'm fine ..."
But Mo Xi raised his hand and stroked his hair band covering his eyes, but found that the hair leaked out with tears.
Mo Ju: "..."
Gu Mang bit his wet lower lip without snoring. He couldn't see anything in front of him, but he could feel that his jaw was pinched by Mo and turned around.
Mo Xi's voice was close at hand, and Gu Mang could even feel his breath clearly: "Because it is me, even if you are forced to do so by this poison, you are still not willing. Right?"
"..."
A little silence.
Mo Xi said: "Gu Mang. How much you don't want me."
Gu Mang was forced to cry. He was lying on the haystack. He didn't know the situation, but felt that he was forced to have no alternatives. He raised his hand to untie the hair band, but his wrist was held.
"Ink, ink goes out ..."
"Why do you call my name."
I don't know if Mo Xi is for his own dignity, or for Gu Mang's feelings, or for the hearts of two paints who are blocked by those who cannot love each other, and find a rare reason to suffer.
But in fact, both of them have been looking forward to such a reason and excuse for too long.
"Just like you said." Mo Xi's voice was dumb. "All I can do now and what I should do is just to detoxify you. And what else ..."
After a meal, he whispered, "... it doesn't matter."
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