The Door Keeps Getting Smaller And Smaller

The night is heavy, the drizzle is lingering, and the window lattices are crackling, the whole Thousand Demon Hall is covered with a layer of gloomy color, and the faint groaning ||The chant comes from the dark room, revealing intense pain, longing, and longing.

"Brother, hold me..."

On the cold black stone, Ning Que, who was sitting cross-legged, closed his eyes tightly, and fine beads of sweat covered his eyebrows, dripping with his disorganized breathing, soaking||wet his exposed upper body.

His lips were black, and his brows were terrifying, as if he was suffering great pain.

A cloud of black air appeared in front of the black stone, and the condensed black-clothed man looked worried, his fists clenched, restrained from trying to hug the person in front of him into his arms.

The dampness in the air gradually thickened, and the sound of gasps in the ear stimulated the nerves. The man in black was confused for a moment, and at that moment, his reason was torn open, and the figure that couldn't help but approaching was stunned. The murderous spirit retreated and stopped two inches from the painting on the wall.

Ning Que stretched out his hand, and his wide coat robe flew to cover his damp body. He waved his sleeves a few times. The black man's cheeks were swollen and the blood in his mouth dripped down his chin.

"Who allowed you to come in?"

A sense of oppression swept across, and the black-clothed man's chest became tight. He knelt on the ground, his teeth bleeding, "I have been with you for four hundred years! Why can he but I can't?"

Ning Que bent his lips, as if he had heard a big joke, "What qualifications do you have to compare with him?"

The black-clothed man has a sweet throat, "He's already dead!"

The airflow in the dark room condensed instantly, the terrifying devilish energy spread, and the man in black screamed, trembling and crawling on the ground.

Ning Que got up, and the man in black was forced to look up, seeing the cold killing intent surging from the corner of his eyes.

"Why do you think I keep you by my side?" Ning Que spread his five fingers, lifted the man in black and threw it out of the dark room. He looked at the person in the painting and muttered to himself, "Big brother, I keep all your things... "

For several days, Wei Jian took Lu Shenxing for a stroll in several other gardens. He didn't come often before. This time he was accompanied. Nothing will happen to Liushen Wuzhu, although the newcomer is a monster.

"The one in white is a fairy." Wei Jian lifted his chin toward the opposite pavilion.

Hao Lian, who was sitting alone in the pavilion reading a book, had long noticed that he seemed very interested in Lu Shenxing and kept staring at Lu Shenxing.

"The fairy is watching you." Wei Jian looked curious and couldn't help but suggest, "Let's go over."

Lu Shenxing turned around and left, his tail caught.

"I'm in Xiaweijian, living in the Sixteenth Garden." Wei Jian said to Hao Lian, "This is my roommate in Xia, the beast."

The immortal doesn't eat the fireworks in the world, and presumably doesn't care about these red tapes. He has no hope, and a gentle voice rang in his ear, "Hao Lian."

One person, one immortal, one beast, different races, the atmosphere is a bit embarrassing, there is nothing to talk about.

Hao Lian picked up a plate of snacks on the table, "But are you hungry?"

Wei Jian was flattered, he waved his hand quickly, "You're welcome, I'm not hungry here."

The corner of his mouth twitched the next moment, watching the plate of snacks placed in front of the Bo Beast next to him, the other party still ignored it.

A plate of meat appeared in Hao Lian's hand.

The Beast is a carnivorous animal, and the blood in his body immediately boiled. Lu Shenxing's face was gloomy, covered with dense gray hairs, and no one might have seen it.

Next, Wei Jian stared at the fairy happily feeding, his partner looked upset throughout the process.

"Can I touch you?" Hao Lian stretched out her hand and stroked the hair on Lu Shenxing's head. She didn't feel that her question was superfluous at all.

Lu Shenxing was shunned and his appetite disappeared. He jumped to the other end of the bridge and quickly disappeared.

Withdrawing his gaze, Hao Lian had deep meaning in his eyes, and it was indeed very special to get the person's attention.

"Farewell next." Wei Jian caught up.

Within a few days, Wei Jian was taken away. He grabbed the door frame and turned his head to look at Lu Shenxing, with tears in his eyes, and his actions were no different from life and death.

"Bo Yan, I'm leaving."

After walking slowly, Lu Shenxing turned around.

Wei Jian, "..."

Wei Jian was terrified along the way. When he stopped, he had already thought of five or six ways to die, all kinds of brutality.

"grown ups."

Wei Jian couldn't guess what the demon was thinking, and didn't dare to guess. He didn't make a sound, and knelt there cautiously.

Ning Que took a sip of wine, "Is the deity terrible?"

Wei Jian shook his head like a rattle.

"Come here." Ning Que.

A hand climbed up on his back and walked along his spine. Wei Jian's scalp became numb, and his whole body stretched into a string.

Ning Que casually stroked|touched the finger|the bone under his abdomen, "How is it?"

Wei Jian, who was in a cold sweat, suddenly glanced, and said with a smile, "You said the monster, it's very fun, it's more like a human than my last roommate who can transform into form. It's common to play a little temper, sleep I snore and like to eat that cake, I have eaten a piece of sweet toothache, but the fairy gave it to eat that day, it didn’t even look at it..."

Ning Que closed his eyes, "Go away."

The bones were not removed, and the skin was there. Wei Jian gasped for air. The cold sweat on his body blew through the wind, and he shivered. What happened just now?I don't have any impression at all.

"gone."

The Mozu next to him urged, his tone didn't show any impatience. The people in the garden might have a wife.

As soon as Wei Jian went back, he saw a huge figure standing at the gate of the garden. He trot over, "It's okay, I'm okay, the devil just touched my back and didn't do anything to me."

Touch the back?Have you touched it for so long?Lu Shenxing gasped unhappily.

"Are you angry?" Wei Jian blinked, and he whispered, "So you care about me so much. Alas, it's me. I've concealed a lot of things from you, so I tried to test you again and again. , Sorry, let's be friends in the future."

Wei Jian turned on the tuberculosis mode again, and didn't even care about wet clothes. Lu Shenxing was inexplicably restless, always feeling that something was going to happen, but in the evening, it was his turn.

"Whatever the devil asks you to do, do what you do, remember not to resist!"

Lu Shenxing took Wei Jian's instructions to Ning Que. He was not taken to the main hall, but the dark room. The Demon who led him over looked at him many times.

Ning Que flipped through the book, but didn't look up, "Do your eyes still hurt?"

The top of Lu Shenxing's head darkened, with slightly cool hands on his eyes, and the voice above his head was cold, "Does it hurt?"

The strength was still increasing, and Lu Shenxing's eyeballs couldn't bear to turn. He smelled blood. Under this situation, Ning Que wanted him to cut his eyes alive.

"Knowing that the body is divided, broken, and reorganized, how painful it is to repeat it over and over again?" Ning Que sighed lightly, "You see, you just lose your eyes and you can't accept it."

Lu Shenxing's breathing stopped, and the hair on his body concealed his emotions at the moment.

"It hurts." Ning Que wiped Lu Shenxing's eyes with the handkerchief and carefully wiped off the blood. His movements were gentle, as if the intention to kill the moment before was an illusion.

His vision recovered a little, and Lu Shenxing saw the painting on the wall.

"Did you see it?" Ning Que nodded slightly, "These are all my big brothers."

Turbulent waves were set off in Lu Shenxing's heart, which eroded his nerve endings in an instant. Four hundred years was long enough, until Ning Que became what it is now.

"I think one day I can go boating with my big brother, just the two of us." Ning Que walked to a painting. There was a green lake in the painting. On a floating boat, two men cuddled closely together. A water bird standing, peaceful and beautiful, this is the picture he has experienced countless times in his dream.

"He is practicing the sword." Ning Que looked at another painting next to him, "I was hiding behind the pillar that day and saw that his hand holding the sword was wrong, and I didn't even notice it. I knew he was not me. The big brother I know, but another soul."

As Lu Shenxing listened to Ning Que repeating the paintings in an unfailing tone, his temples were sore.

Ning Que looked out the window cautiously with his back turned to Lu. Two sparrows on the banyan tree branch followed each other's hair with their mouths. For a long time, his eye sockets were wet and red, and his face was wet.

"I hate him."

The monstrous hatred was released from the three words of Ning Que, permeating every corner of the dark room. Lu Shenxing frowned, and the things in his mind flashed quickly. He raised his paw and put it on Ning Que’s leg, and put it away. Touched the place lightly.

"Brother, as long as you come back, I won't hate you..."

Ning Que lowered his eyes and flashed a gloomy light, if there was nothing.

The next day, there was an unusual atmosphere in the Qian Demon Temple. The demon Lord held a child in the garden looking at flowers, smiling and in a good mood, so that the surrounding demon clan couldn't believe his eyes.

I don't know where the news came out that the child was the reincarnation of that person, Lord Demon Lord was so spoiled, everyone in the garden showed relief expressions, only a few were disappointed.

Lu Shenxing heard it too. He thought of the reincarnation of Bai Fengqi for the first time, but later he thought that it was wrong. Ning Que, the reincarnation of Bai Fengqi, should have been found long ago, knowing that he was not the same person.

"I can go home." Wei Jian paced the house excitedly.

Lu Shenxing lay still on the ground, Shenxing exuding a gloomy breath.

Everyone gathered again that night, and Lu Shenxing saw the child sitting on Ning Que's lap, his arms tightly around Ning Que's neck, timidly, and a pair of black eyes showed curiosity.

Ning Que bowed his head and kissed the child's hair, gently comforting.

An unnamed fire rushed up, and his body burned, Lu Shenxing gasped for breath.

Ning Que suddenly opened the collar of the child, pinched his waist with one hand, and immersed himself in kissing.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, dumbfounded.

With a bang, the table in front of Lu Shenxing was shattered in half, the fruits and dishes on it were all rotten, and his eyes became terrible.

Wei Jian was startled, and turned pale to look at the wrong monster around him. What's the matter? Before coming, he also said that tonight might be the last night in the demon world, as long as he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Everyone took a deep breath, this monster was looking for death, and they couldn't help being a little bit afraid of the bloody scene that followed.

The child's warm cry sounded, and most of the clothes on his body had faded away. The loose||loose||cracked||cracked body was covered with green||astringent body, no one had leisure to appreciate.

There was another huge movement in their ears, their hearts were throbbing, and the monster was crazy.

Wei Jian was embarrassed and forgot to stop it. He watched things go in the worst direction. He closed his eyes unconsciously and started crying, not wanting to see the scene of the death of his hard-to-get together partner.

Lu Shenxing's stimulated thinking was all confused, and when he reacted, he had already sold himself.

If Ning Que believed in that kid more, he would have only one fate.

Hao Lian, who was sitting in the corner, finished the last sip of wine. He raised his eyes and saw that the man above was not angry, but smiled.

It seems he was right.

Ning Que waved his hand, the child in his arms disappeared, and a feather fell lightly.

There was a creepy laugh, and Ning Que cocked his mouth. He stood up and walked towards Lu Shen step by step.

Lu Shenxing's temple jumped straight, his eyes were dark.

Walk from the little black house