Help!Crazy apprentices actually want to commit the following crimes

Chapter 259 Never let go
why not you

what have you done?
Where did your master go...

Xuanyuan Qingshuang pursed her lips, swallowed a series of questions, and stared blankly at the ground in a daze.

Until the pull from the hem of the clothes brought her back to the real world.

She looked at the hem of the plain white clothes wrapped around the man's fingertips and around the bulging fist, feeling inexplicably that it was a crumpled heart that was losing blood.

"If you pull it again, it will break!"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang suddenly made a sound, wanting to break this weird feeling.

"Squeak..."

"Squeak-"

A strange slight sound came from the man's fingertips, Xiao Hanyu tightly clutched the corner of the clothes, like holding a kite string with "Xuanyuan Qingshuang" tied on it.

"If it breaks, I will compensate you."

I give myself to you... okay?

Xuanyuan Qingshuang laughed suddenly, sorry, are you going to Shenyu to get me a leaf of the hibiscus tree?
In a sense, this is "the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wanderer's body."

"Your injury has not healed, since there is nothing wrong, go back and rest."

Playing as your master for so long, I think I have done my best.

Xuanyuan Qingshuang got up, and the cold and faint fragrance was drawn away from her side. Xiao Hanyu, who was enveloped by the bright moon, was immediately wrapped in the abyss.

His eyes trembled, the ice cracked inside, and unspeakable treachery and obsession gushed out.

His movements were faster than his thoughts, responding to the extreme madness in his heart, the moment the woman moved, he stood behind her, tightly tightening his grip on her waist.

The refreshing cold fragrance kept drilling into the nostrils, but the refreshing breath that should have cleared the mind made him dizzy.

The waist under Xianlin's dress is slender and soft, like a gift from heaven, every touch feels just right, and the lower body temperature than ordinary people shows that women are gods that cannot be profaned.

However, this taboo of exploring the gods is even more fascinating.

He buried his head on his waist-length hair as white as snow, sniffing the sharper frost and snow air from the tip of his nose, his heart was beating violently, beating hard, silently telling her how he longed for her day and night.

"Master, I miss you so much..."

With a hoarse voice, he turned into a ferocious beast dormant at the bottom of the abyss, wishing he could eat the woman bit by bit, and then let his body flow with her blood.

In this way, even death cannot separate them!

200 years is really too long.

Every minute and every second without her, the days are as long as years...

He closed his eyes, the crystals were pressed out of the pupils by the eyelids, hanging down on the long eyelashes at the corners of his eyes, he kissed the woman's hair uncontrollably but regarded it as a treasure, and murmured incoherently:
"Master, I really miss you so much... 200 years, more than 3000 days and nights... I tried all kinds of methods but couldn't wait for you to fall asleep.

"I think and think, follow your memory to describe your every frown and smile, I thought that you would really look at me and smile..."

The man's body was scorching hot due to the persistent high fever, burning his back like a ground fire that stretched for thousands of miles, trying to burn everything it touched to ashes.

The heat poured down like a river, continuously rushing towards her body, which was slightly better than a cold-blooded animal, causing a little sweat to ooze from her forehead.

"I'm not your master! You shouldn't like her either!"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang's Shanyuewu eyebrows were furrowed, and puzzled waves arose in her silver eyes.

Caressing the big hand on the waist with her slender fingertips, she quickly and violently opened the man's hand.

Sensing the power coming from his hands, Xiao Hanyu's eyes ooze scarlet, and he tightly restrains the woman's waist in a crazier manner.

Even if his fingers were broken or his arms were crippled, he would not let go.

Unless, he dies.

"I drew thousands, tens of thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of pictures, and I can finally see you in front of my eyes... But it was nothing after all. After waking up, my heart felt even more empty..."

"Crack" sounded, and he whispered softly, unable to cover up the momentary tremor in that voice.

"I'd rather see you hating me and resenting me in my dream than you ignoring me in a demure way. If it's the former, I should be glad that I still have some place in your heart."

There was another "click".

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Whether it is the world of cultivating immortals or the world of demons, everyone is saying that I am crazy, but without you, Master, so what if I am crazy?"

"Crack-"

A sharp pain came from the wrist, and a forbearable moan escaped from the thin lips.

But no matter how painful it is, it is less than one ten-thousandth of the heart.

"Master, I am not afraid of death, I am only afraid of not having you."

He still has to say it.

"Master, I am still possessed."

Xiao Hanyu's throat was choked for a moment, he closed his eyes, pressed his pale and evil face to the woman's face obsessively, and whispered hoarsely:
"Are you... going to kill me?"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang was stunned, and the contest between gods and demons had temporarily stalled.

"Are you possessed?"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang just asked subconsciously, but Xiao Hanyu felt even greater sadness and despair.

"You have kept me in Yaoyue Peak for so long, and you still don't know that I am already the Demon King of the Demon Realm?"

How much did she care about him that she didn't know his identity until now?
Xiao Hanyu let go of his twisted and deformed hand, and broke the woman's body so that she could look at him.

"Are you going to kill me?"

It was a matter of life and death, but she saw a trace of hope in those scarlet eyes.

Like, like that was the last gift.

What kind of sickness is this?
Xuanyuan Qingshuang narrowed her eyes, and shook her head indifferently:
"It is not race or strength that divides good from evil in the world, but people's hearts.

"At this critical juncture, as long as you are not my enemy, the enemy of Kyushu, I will not kill you."

Xiao Hanyu pulled the corners of his lips weakly, his smile was uglier than crying:
"Do you even feel disdainful to kill me?"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang didn't understand, what kind of brain circuit was this person?

"Why do you have to be so determined to die, isn't it good to live well?"

Xiao Hanyu stared at her blankly, the light spots gathered in the ink pupils gradually dissipated, and gently pulled the corners of his mouth:
"No, the person I love the most wants me to die."

Xuanyuan Qingshuang, who had been babbling for a long time, raised her voice and asked:
"what?"

"She doesn't want me, and my life is meaningless."

Xuanyuan Qingshuang felt that she couldn't understand this kind of person who was both mentally and ideologically ill, and said with jumping thoughts:
"Show me the picture you drew about your master."

Xiao Hanyu's eyes gathered a look, and there was a trace of timidity for no reason, so he dared to look at her secretly from the corner of his eye.

"The painting, the painting is not very good, you'd better not look at it."

Xuanyuan Qingshuang's face darkened:
"That's fine, let's go, anyway, I can't be your master, so don't come here again."

Xiao Hanyu's expression flustered for a moment, and he turned his hand to take out a thick rice paper from the ring.

A strong wind suddenly swept in, filling the main peak with the portraits of Xuanyuan Qingshuang.

(End of this chapter)