Him and It_Mrs. Lianhe【Complete】(499)
While he was dissatisfied, he also felt that he should find someone to relieve his loneliness.
The mind follows the thought, and the action follows the heart, Yan Huan thought so, so he did it. An ant like a mortal is naturally not worthy of his companionship. He can't even bear the majesty of his eyes. What he casually summons are demi-immortals, demons from all over the world, and exotic beasts that are born with unparalleled strength. How beautiful they are. Men and women, extremely powerful and talented people, are like the chaotic wine cups in a meandering glass, allowing him to choose at will.
However, what confuses Yan Huan and makes him wonder is that no matter what kind of creature, he is always more feared than respected, and hated more than loved. He could smell any surging ambition, unwilling greed, and ups and downs of calculations in them... However, kindness, generosity, bravery, etc. he used to think were cheap, but now he wants to review the positive qualities of Yi Er, Yan Huan is all Never seen it.
He was so depressed that the sex he was once passionate about was now as dull as water. Yan Huan gave up. He hooked his little finger, killed some people, let some people go, and continued to walk around in various worlds.
Enough shopping, he thought, he might as well go back to his nest and sleep. Compared with these boring people, dreaming is more interesting.
Next, dreams came one after another, like soft and warm illusions, completely wrapping Yan Huan.
He kept dreaming about his past with Liu Fuguang, scenes and things that were so warm that he felt strange.
Liu Fuguang argued with him about the right way, and they kept arguing for days and nights;
He said he wanted to see the snow, but he actually went to the mortal world and paddled to the boat in the middle of the lake in the heavy snow;
They buried the wine jar under the pear tree and agreed to dig it out when the flowers bloomed next year. Yan Huan mischievously drank it all secretly and waited for Liu Fuguang's expression next year. As a result, when the pear blossoms were in full bloom the next year, Liu Fuguang had an expression on his face that said, "I forgot all about it." Yan Huan was so angry that he went to see Liu Fuguang himself again. He dug out those jars of wine, but since it was him who dug them up, he had to explain where the wine inside had gone, so he had to secretly fill it up again and put it heavily on Liu Fuguang's table...
At the end of the third dream, Yan Huan woke up with a smile.
It’s not a sneer, a sinister smile, a sarcastic smile, a vicious smile… it’s a real, happy and nostalgic smile.
He even laughed out loud in his dream, so that after opening his eyes, Yan Huan turned over and thought about it happily for a long time.
Forget it, he thought, keep sleeping, the dream will make me happier anyway.
In the fourth dream, Yan Huan paid attention to Liu Fuguang's every move from the perspective of a bystander, and then discovered a secret that he should have discovered long ago.
——Liu Fuguang’s gaze, from the first time he met him, was always directed towards his real eyes, the nine eyes that symbolized the most evil.
This means that he has seen through Yan Huan's true identity from the first meeting. When he said "I like you", he was looking directly at the real Yan Huan. When he said "I love you", he was still looking directly at the real Yan Huan!
Dragon God woke up from his dream, covered in cold sweat, and could no longer laugh.
Instead of dreaming, he spontaneously dived into his own memory to explore the truth. He escaped from the nest and rushed to the cave paradise where the true immortals lived in the past, where he wanted to find out anything about the "perfect good". record.
In the end, Yan Huan only got a one-sentence answer.
——The highest good is the clear heart of the world. All illusions have nowhere to hide; all worldly feelings are as clear as watching fire.
He stared blankly at his memory, blankly staring at these plain words.
"I...I don't understand," Dragon God wanted to smile, but he could only reluctantly raise the muscles at the corners of his mouth, "I don't understand, I really...no, I don't understand, I don't understand!"
For some reason, Yan Huan's heart was filled with extreme fear and panic. He vowed not to fall asleep again or enter dreams to pry into the past. Even the Taoist heart that was about to be digested was sealed in another space.
He just wanted to forget Liu Fuguang completely, forget Liu Fuguang quickly!
Gradually, everything in the world has lost its appeal. The most evil ones love totalitarianism, destruction, destruction, and crushing beautiful things, but these have become extremely boring. There was no color, no smell, no distinction between softness and hardness... The Dragon God persisted for an unknown amount of time, and time gradually lost its meaning.
Finally one day, Yan Huan wandered back to Tang Valley in confusion and wandered back to his lair.
I... I want to sleep, he thought, my heart is so cold, I am shivering from the cold, my strength is also exhausted, I am so tired, I really want to sleep.
So, he fell tiredly again, into his own dreams and memories, into the evening when Liu Fuguang fell down Zhongshan Mountain.
In the dream, Yan Huan forgot everything. He forgot that this was just his dream, he forgot that this was an unchangeable fact, and he forgot that this was the murder and sin he had committed many years ago. He shouted and attacked Going down Zhongshan, trying to save Liu Fuguang's body, painful tears broke his eyes at the same time, dripping down the mist all over the cliff.
From this moment on, he wandered paranoid in his dream, and shed six thousand years of tears, regret, and madness.
Until tonight, sleeping under Liu Fuguang, Yan Huan had another dream.
In this dream, he did not meet his inner demons, and there was no thick fog. In the bright light, he saw the back of Liu Fuguang, who was walking forward alone.
"I found you! I caught you!" Yan Huan shouted happily. He ran forward in large strides, trying desperately to grab his lover's arm and pull him into his arms - —
The moment his fingertips touched the opponent's arm, Liu Fuguang's slender figure collapsed, like a puppet with its strings cut off, and fell hastily into Yan Huan's arms. Yan Huan's ecstatic expression immediately froze. He stared at the body of the Taoist companion and his lips began to tremble in fear.
——With numerous scars all over his body, Liu Fuguang was torn apart by the drum beast, and his clothes were soaked with blood, while Youzi opened his miserable eyes, as if he could never close his eyes for eternity.
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