Chapter 68： The villain wants to eat braised pork ribs 25

The high-hanging candle was extinguished for the first time, the red cloth was torn off, and the word "Happy" was torn off. The wide hall was deserted and deserted.

Only an oil lamp was lit at the end of the corridor, shining like fireflies, swaying desolately in the cold wind, precarious.

The cold wind passed through the hall, and the tulle on the window lattice broke into a small opening, exposing the long night outside. The dream is really unreasonable, the last second was a bright morning, the next second the moon was black and the wind was high, the dark clouds obscured the sky, the stars fell, and the darkness was invisible.

"Where's Xie Heng?" Xie Ziyou said anxiously.

He looked around impatiently, his fingers clenched, and a thin layer of sweat came out of his palm.

The nameless flower can substitute the wounds of dreams into reality. The sword of the illusion is pierced hard and deep. Xie Ziyou saw blood pouring out like water, dyeing the brown brocade into a thicker and gloomy black color, like a large group of ink washes. .

But before Xie Ziyou rushed up, the scene suddenly changed.

He shook his mind slightly, and he was already standing on this gloomy corridor.

Both sides spread into the darkness far away, with no end in sight.

The heavy wind brought a low whistling, Xie Ziyou saw a flower, and the next moment, a slender figure gradually appeared at the end of the corridor.

The facial features are exquisite, the face is handsome, and the beautiful peachy eyes are gleaming, such as shimmering, even under the weak candlelight, it is still difficult to capture the look.

It is a phantom "Xie Ziyou".

The phantom held the individual in his hands.

It is not so much a black dress as a vague shadow. His head is like a big egg, with a mask on his face, which is hidden by the shadow of Zhulan, making his face invisible.

The phantom "Xie Ziyou" is very close to him. He leaned sideways on the shoulder of the man in black, with a lazy posture and spring-brows.

"I've never liked you," Phantom said softly, with a sweet voice but ruthless tone, "I was close to you, but I just used you, and I lied to you."

After saying that, "Xie Ziyou" laughed lowly, raised his hand and gently brushed his lips.

The nail tips are thin, and the fingertips are stained with red curd, which is as bright as blood.

...Like the low-profile demonized version of Wang's, Wang Ziyou and Yun.

"You are just a substitute for me," Wanxiang laughed, "just a little bit like my lover. Now, the Lord is back, your fake... is useless."

Xie Zi quickly turned around and followed the phantom's gaze.

A few meters away, Xie Heng stuck a silver knife in his waist and knelt on the ground.

The blade was deeply immersed, and only the handle was seen. Thick blood flowed slowly along the delicate marks on the handle, drop by drop, splashing to the ground, fainting the beautiful blood.

Xie Heng's face was pale, and he looked up desperately.

The blood was bitten out of his teeth, and the blood flowed down the corners of the mouth, and was swiped away severely, wiping away a large area of ​​scarlet.

The young man propped on the ground with his elbows, his eyes burst and hemorrhages, and his canthus was cracking.

He said cruelly: "You lied to me when you got married?"

Phantom wrote lightly: "Otherwise?"

"...But I treat you sincerely."

A trace of desperate gray air filled Xie Heng's eyebrows, sorrow and resentment supporting him, allowing the young man to move his severely injured body, step by step, **** footprints, leaving clear marks on the bluestone ground.

"I am sincere to you." He repeated in a low voice, almost helpless, and gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, "Why am I not as good as him?"

"That's it-Guan Heng?!"

The word "Guan Heng" came into Xie Ziyou's ears, and he almost shivered.

what's the situation?

Xie Ziyou turned his head blankly, his eyes widened.

Not far away, following Xie Heng's curse, the man in black slowly raised his hand and lifted the mask.

Showing a face without facial features.

Although there are no facial features, there are two large characters written where the eyes are supposed to be, "Close" on the left and "Heng" on the right. The big red characters are brightly engraved on the egg.

As if silently mocking.

And Guan Dadan is not a mere background board, he is an egg with a role.

The black shadow spoke quietly, and said coldly to Xie Heng: "I am better or worse than you, what's the point?"

He tilted his head slightly and grasped the hand of Xie Ziyou, the two of them crossed their fingers, looking at each other lovingly, with an affectionate look.

"As long as You You love me, I am the best." Sombra said, "You give up."

If hit by a heavy hammer, Xie Heng staggered for a few steps, his face like ashes.

Xie Ziyou couldn't listen anymore.

He rushed forward desperately, just at this moment, the invisible force that blocked him in the dream quietly dissipated. The young man dashed out, almost unable to stop the car, and crashed into Xie Heng.

Can't stop, Xie Ziyou grabbed Xie Heng's collar and cursed: "Idiot, wake up, it's all fake!"

Xie Heng was dragged by him, and he lowered his head in a daze, his eyes faintly stunned.

"Keep your eyes open, I'm Xie Ziyou, the one over there is a fake!" Xie Ziyou's narrow and thin eyebrows flew diagonally, staring at Yanli's peachy eyes, and said viciously, "You **** give me a clearer look, look. That guy over there-so awkward and ugly, so ugly, this is what I look like in your heart?"

Xie Heng was dull for a moment, and his eyes gradually returned to his senses.

He tremblingly reached out his hand, touched Xie Zi's sideburns, and stroked the peach eyes of the boy's transverse waves, as if trying to tell the truth from the false by the temperature under his palm.

The phantom at the end of the corridor suddenly flicked and sneered.

"It's sad," he said.

The voice is the clear voice of Xie Ziyou, the tone is also like Xie Ziyou's dismissive tone, and the posture and expression are exactly the same as Xie Ziyou's proud.

Phantom attached his hands and sighed: "Xie Heng, you can't bear the reality. You came up with an illusion to comfort yourself. I really feel sad for you."

"Sorrow is true, joy is false; pain is true, innocence is false; all betrayal is true, and being together is false."

His tone gradually became sharp and sharp, he paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice, and shouted sharply: "There are so many flavors in the world, this is the case-Xie Heng, you really can't tell?"

Such as Huang Zhongda Lu, solemn and upright.

It was clearly a long corridor extending in all directions, but there were echoes everywhere, and in an instant there was a stern drink in all directions, pale gauze drifting in the wind, the night wind was stern, and the sound of muffled thunder came in the distance.

Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth fiercely and helped Xie Heng up, but felt that the boy's arm on his shoulder was slightly stiff.

Damn, this **** won't listen, right?

The world hasn't officially confirmed the relationship, how do you feel that Xie Heng's IQ has been lost?

"You, come here!" Xie Ziyou tiptoed slightly, hooked Xie Heng's neck, pressed the boy's broad shoulders, raised his head angrily, and kissed Xie Heng's mouth.

He kissed him eagerly and hard, leaving a pool of watermarks on the corners of Xie Heng's lips, and the kiss was loud and lingering on the open corridor.

Xie Hengwu's eyes stared slightly, and he was stunned for a few seconds. He slowly raised his right hand and stroked the upper lip with the tip of his index finger. There was a faint damp and hot vapor remaining there.

Xie Ziyou's ears were red, and the back of his hand quickly wiped his lips.

After wiping off the water stains, he grabbed Xie Heng's wrist again, half-forced Xie Heng's palm, and smashed the curled five fingers one by one, and pulled the boy's white and distinct hand, and pressed it against his face.

"Have you touched it?" Xie Ziyou said fiercely, "It's hot."

Xie Heng's fingertips trembled.

His fingers were slender, his palm touched Xie Ziyou's delicate cheek skin, and his fingertips just reached Xie Ziyou's earlobe as white as jade.

Small, warm and soft, thin red comes out from the depths, like the color of rouge on the enamel, the slightly hot temperature is unusually bright, and it travels back to the apex of the heart along the nerves on the fingertips, almost burning his chest.

Xie Ziyou blushed, grabbed Xie Heng's hand and slid down his cheeks and neck, and finally covered it in his heart.

"It's stupid," he scolded shamefully, "Aren't the ears very pointed? Listen carefully, it will jump and move inside, it's alive!"

"I am the real Xie Ziyou, I like you!"

Xie Heng's heart trembled!

A large cloud of mist surging under his eyes, like the waves surging and the sea of ​​clouds.

The mist was impacted and violently oscillated in the young boy's eyes, as if something was struggling to break free from the shackles, ready to come out——

Phantom suddenly let out a loud sneer.

"Too clumsy," he said coldly.

Black Shadow walked slowly along with him, Phantom raised his finger to Xie Ziyou, and his voice was as if knocking on ice, coldly: "He likes you? Are you deceiving yourself that way?"

Xie Ziyou became angry when he saw this fake product, and said angrily: "I just like it, it's your ass."

"Everything and everything has cause and effect." Phantom ignored Xie Ziyou who had blown up her hair, and decided to look at Xie Heng and whispered, "If he really likes you, why should he strip your sword bones?"

"...I was deceived by someone!"

Phantom sneered: "What a fool. Xie Heng, ask yourself, how reliable is this?"

"...Okay, even if I took the sword bone, I regret it now, can't it? Don't let the prodigal turn back?"

Phantom said: "Is the prodigal son looking back, or has no intentions?"

"What do I picture?" Xie Ziyou was so angry that he grabbed Xie Heng's neckline and shook it vigorously. "Sword bones are in hand, and you were also driven out of Xie's house. So down, what else can I picture you?"

"Who knows?" Phantom said with a low smile, "maybe...Xuanling Sect?"

Xie Ziyou:...

Fuck!

This phantom is a delusion of persecution, right?

What made Xie Ziyou even more angry was that Xie Heng gradually swayed after hearing the words of Phantom, the mist in his eyes once again occupied the upper hand, the short-lived look was suppressed, and his eyes gradually returned to their former hollowness.

Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth and thought, he had let go of his big moves, but this person still didn't believe it?

Is it absurd to be liked by me?

Dare to be more confident in yourself!

Phantom laughed loudly.

Curious laughter drifted in the vast night, the promenade was dim, the candles on both sides were faint, almost extinguished, the smoke was lingering, and the curtain veil danced in the sky, like Zhang Xu Bai Ling, misty and far away.

The blood stains on Xie Heng's waist were still expanding, and the dark black fainted, which was shocking.

Xie Ziyou smelled the pungent **** nose, and his heart became more anxious.

He gritted his teeth fiercely and thought that no matter what, let the dead horse be a living horse doctor, so he grabbed Xie Heng's cuffs, lowered the boy's waist, took a deep breath, and shouted in Xie Heng's ear: "Xie Heng, you use your sword. The bone voyeurism has been exposed!"

"Xie Ziyou is here, he is going to skin you!"

Xie Heng trembled all over!

In an instant, a ray of light appeared from the depths of the young man's eyes, breaking through the mist, scorching the sun, and jumping up the high slope.