The Emperor Ta pulled off the belt around the waist of the person under him. The robe was messy, revealing the bruises underneath. He paused, as if he had thought of something. His eyes were dark and hot, as if there were two clusters of fire in the ashes.
After a while, the Emperor Ta closed his eyes and sighed, "Forget it …" He knew that if he did it again, Chu Wanning would be torn apart by him.
"Today … I'll let you go …"
In this tranquility, he finally let go of the person in his arms, and did not do anything that was too excessive. But he still lowered his head, his Adam's apple moved, and kissed his lover's eyebrows, all the way down … Finally, it fell to the neck, and he bit it with his white teeth. Then he straightened up and pulled up the man who was pressed against the table.
The porridge was cooked, bubbling and bubbling.
The Emperor Ta clumsily tidied up Chu Wanning's clothes and coughed softly. His voice was still low, but still warm, "The porridge is ready. Go, get a bowl."
Although Chu Wanning was confused by him, because he was usually moody and thought it was a dream, he did not think too much about it. Besides, it was more comfortable to have a good meal than to have fun. So he did not say anything more and opened the lid of the beech pot.
"Get more."
"… You want to stuff yourself to death?"
The Emperor Ta smiled faintly, "You can try."
Then he sat down at the table.
Although he really wanted to go over and see what Chu Wanning's pot of porridge looked like, he still had to put on the airs of an emperor. Thus, he pretended to sit upright at the table and even put on a nonchalant expression.
However, when the porridge was served, the Emperor Ta could not be indifferent.
The porridge was overcooked, and there was too much water. The taste was not good. Even if he did not eat it, he knew that it was a familiar taste that he had not tasted since.
"Eat."
"…"
The Emperor Ta stared at the small bowl in front of him for a long time. He stirred the soup with the spoon, but did not put the soup into his mouth.
Chu Wanning glanced at him. "If you don't eat, it'll get cold."
"… Oh."
She scooped up the porridge and brought it to her lips. Then, she put it down hesitantly.
Chu Wanning finally noticed that something was wrong with him and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," the Emperor Ta smiled, still looking at him with disdain. "It's so lousy, I won't drink it."
"…"
"It's too stuffy here. I'm going out for some fresh air."
After he finished speaking, he pushed the untouched bowl of porridge away, got up, and walked towards the door. When they were about to reach the door, Chu Wanning's voice sounded behind them.
"If you don't drink." Chu Wanning's voice was very calm. It was a calmness that had been tempered by him many times. "I'll dump the whole pot."
In any case, most of the things that he made for him were ruined.
It had been like this since the first time he hit the handwriting on the ground.
The Emperor Ta suddenly turned around. "Don't touch it! I mean … "He coughed to cover up his loss of composure." Put it first. "
"Put it for what?"
"… It's none of your business."
He opened the door curtain and went out. Under the eaves, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
He was actually a corpse. No matter how much he looked like a living person, he was still a living person after all. Unlike a living person, he could no longer eat.
Years ago, he committed suicide in the Witch Mountain Palace and was made into a living dead by the Holy Hand. The Holy Hand came to this world through the time and space crack, and he was left in the broken old world to do things according to orders. Like this, it had been nearly ten years.
In the ten years of being a walking dead, he did not eat anything. But he was not a glutton, so he never felt any regret because of this.
Until today, when he sat in front of that bowl of egg drop and lean meat porridge, which was different in color, aroma, and taste, he suddenly felt lost.
Why was he not a living person anymore?
He had waited for so many years, and finally, in these few days, he had obtained a Chu Wanning that completely belonged to him.
But he couldn't even drink a bowl of porridge made by that person.
What did Chu Wanning's porridge taste like?
He stood under the roof and recalled with his eyes closed. After a long time, he suddenly raised his arm and covered his eyelashes. No one could see what kind of expression he had at this time. He could only see his pale lips and his thin chin.
Then he put down his arm and opened his eyes. The corners of his eyes were slightly red.
His memory was not good, and he was not very smart. If the tip of his tongue could still taste a little sour, sweet, bitter, and salty, he might be able to recall. But his bones and blood were cold, and his lips and teeth were tasteless. So even if the bowl of porridge was in front of him, he could not remember what it tasted like.
He would never know.
Late at night, he went to find Shi Mei.
Beside the cold pool in front of the sacrificial temple, the handsome man was barefooted. His toes touched the cold spring water and stirred up the starry water.
Seeing that he had come, Shi Mo raised his eyebrows slightly as if he knew why he had come. His expression was cold as he said, "Such a beautiful scene. I didn't expect that the Emperor would have the mood to come and find me instead of accompanying Grandmaster Chu in the secret chamber."
The Emperor Ta did not want to beat around the bush, so he asked directly, "Do you have a way to temporarily make me the same as I was when I was alive?"
"…" Shi Mei glanced back and forth at him, "Although you are a living dead, you should not be affected in bed."
"I'm not talking about this."
"Oh? Then what are you talking about? "
"… Eating." The Emperor Ta said coldly, "I want to eat."
Shi Mei's eyes were gloomy, and he asked thoughtfully, "Do you want to eat that bowl of dragon handkerchief?"
"No one in the world can make a good handkerchief except for my senior brother."
Shi Mei smiled, "It's rare that you can think of him today."
The Celestial Treading Monarch's memory of Shi Mei was messy and unstable. Sometimes he could recall, and sometimes he couldn't. But generally speaking, he had no impression of Shi Mei most of the time. So when he heard the Celestial Treading Monarch mention "Senior Brother" today, Shi Mei couldn't help but feel a sense of novelty.
He asked, "Hey, you are hanging out with Chu Wanning on Jiao Mountain all day. Why don't you think of your senior brother Mingjing?"
"…"
This was the so-called saying that people did not know each other.
After a while, the Emperor Ta said, "You said that my body is too full of Yin Qi. Before I get a new spiritual nucleus and completely reborn, I should not see my senior brother. He is of the water attribute, so I will hurt him. "
Shi Mei was not embarrassed to lie at all, "That's true."
"So why are you asking about dragon handkerchief?" The Emperor Ta looked at him coldly, "That's a sore spot."
Shi Mei smiled, "I'm just curious. In this world, other than dragon handkerchief, what kind of food can make the Emperor Ta so obsessed?"
"…"
"What, you don't want to say it?"
"…"
"Then let me guess, it was Grandmaster Chu who cooked for you, right?"
Seeing the Celestial Trampling Emperor's expression change slightly, Shi Mo smiled and said, "I heard that Grandmaster Chu, who is at the pinnacle of life and death, is a master at cooking. You are really interesting to be able to swallow this."
The Emperor Ta's face became darker, "Just tell me if there is a way. Don't be so long-winded."
"There is definitely a way, and I have already told you."
The Emperor Ta frowned, "What is it?"
"The old way." Shi Mei said softly, "Get Grandmaster Mo's spiritual nucleus as soon as possible and give it to you. Then, you will be exactly the same as when you were alive."
A tangerine flower floated over with the water. Shi Mei moved his toes and caught the fragrant flower between his toes. Although the flower was white, it was not as delicate as Shi Mei's skin.
Shi Mi smiled and looked at the flower that was trapped by his feet and could not continue to float. He said, "Let's work together. The earlier we get the spirit core, the earlier I can obtain your complete power. As for you, the earlier you can eat what you want to eat."
After a pause, he raised his soft eyelashes, "I can see the person I miss day and night."
"…"
"So, please cooperate with me, Your Majesty."
"Previously, you wanted me to go to the Lonely Moon Night to kill people, and then you wanted me to summon the Zhenlong Army to attack the peak of life and death. I did all these. How do you want me to cooperate with you? Just tell me all at once. "
Shi Mei clapped his hands and smiled, "Good, that's great. Actually, there are not many things that I need you to do next. There is only one thing left. "
"Go ahead."
"Come with me to the Tianyin Pavilion. Our game of chess has come to an end. It's time to close the net."
When he said this, the Emperor Ta noticed a golden-feathered pigeon perched behind Shi Mei. It was the spiritual bird that the Tianyin Pavilion used to send messages.
"The Tianyin Pavilion sent you news?"
"Yes." Shi Mei stretched out two long fingers and held a thin piece of paper, "It's all good news. Everything is going according to our plan. It's not good to be a good person. Grandmaster Mo gave up his spiritual nucleus to protect the peace of the cultivation world, but no one helped him to atone for his crimes. "
He smiled and twisted his fingers. With a spell, he folded the letter into a paper butterfly and threw it to the Emperor Ta.
"See for yourself."
"There's no need." The Emperor Ta took the paper butterfly but didn't open it. He looked at Shi Mei with his black eyes, "Just tell me, when do we do it?"
"The trial will be in three days. The execution will be in three days. "
"Six days?"
Shi Mi stroked the wings of the golden-tailed carrier pigeon with a gentle expression. Suddenly, a brightly colored triangular snake darted out of his sleeve and bit the pigeon's neck in a flash. It then swallowed the soft bird into its stomach in an instant.
All of this happened in a flash. Shi Mei's expression didn't change, as if he was used to it.
He smiled and brushed away a broken feather. He raised his head and said, "That's right, so we'll stay in the Jiao Mountain for three more days. Then we'll go to the Tianyin Pavilion and wait."
The feather fell into the pond and rippled gently, shattering the reflections of the two men on the shore.
"His spiritual nucleus will give you invincible power. In this way, you'll have everything you want. "
After this conversation, the Emperor Ta returned to the secret room on the Jiao Mountain with a heavy heart.
Chu Wanning didn't seem to be in good spirits. He seemed to be reading a book, but now he was sleeping on the table. His white sleeves fluttered like the falling snow.
He stood beside him and watched for a while. In fact, he was just a man, a lonely lamp, and a green book. He had experienced the prosperity of the human world and seen all kinds of beauties.
What was Chu Wanning?
What was there to see?
He thought gloomily, but his Adam's apple moved. He couldn't help but lean over and hug the man. He buried his face in the man's neck and sniffed and rubbed.
"…" Chu Wanning was awakened by him and opened his eyes. His phoenix eyes were confused and gentle at first, but then he remembered the cruelty of the Emperor Ta in front of him. His eyes suddenly became cold and sharp.
All these changes fell into the eyes of the Emperor Ta. The frustration and unwillingness in his heart grew more and more like wild grass. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and hugged Chu Wanning.
"What are you going crazy for?!"
With a muffled groan, he was pushed against the wall.
The Emperor Ta passionately and desperately kissed him, from the neck to the lips, from the lips to the chin. He breathed deeply and asked, "Do you like me?"
"…"
"Chu Wanning, do you like me?"
"What are you doing? Why are you suddenly … "
But the Emperor Ta didn't seem to want to know his answer. He just wanted to ask this question. As for what the answer was, it had nothing to do with him.
Or perhaps it was because no matter what the answer was, the road back was bleak and there was no turning back. So no matter what he said, it was useless.
"If I wasn't the Emperor Ta, and I was like you, a master of a generation, would you be willing to be with me? Would you be willing to treat me better? "
He bit the side of Chu Wanning's neck one last time, as if he was sucking blood.
It seemed that this was the only way to prove that the person in his arms belonged to him, and not to the Mo Weiyu who was so different from him.
But the moment he lowered his eyes, his voice became hoarse.
"In the end, do you like him more than you like me like this …?"
"Mo Weiyu, what are you talking about!"
Yes, Chu Wanning's memory was in a mess. He only had memories of his past life, and no memories of this life. Of course he wouldn't understand what he was saying.
It was probably only at this time that he completely belonged to the Emperor Ta.
He suddenly felt very sad.
He didn't know why, but there was even a bit of sadness in his voice.
The Emperor Ta was entangled with his lover. In the end, he asked softly, "If I took his spiritual core … would you hate me more?"
There was nothing more inexplicable than being denied by yourself.
The Emperor Ta held the person in his arms.
"But you are one of my people …"
"Don't betray me."
When he muttered about his own desires, he even felt that he was desolate.
Perhaps after being alone for so long, even the sharpest knife would be blunted.
"Eight years. After he was reborn, how long has he had you? How long have I been alone, waiting in another world. "
Lonely Witch Mountain Palace, wandering without friends.
"Don't leave me a second time. … The first time, I can still die. But if you leave me a second time … I can't even choose death. " The Emperor Ta frowned. His eyes were gloomy and crazy, sad and paranoid, "I can't stand it …"