Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The pain of the tattoo is long and will not subside for a while.

The eyelashes were wet and heavy with sweat.

He frowned and looked in the bronze mirror. The faint blue flowers bloomed along the tail vertebrae. On the side were two slightly concave waists, like honey fruits falling between the flowers.

Mozun's hand held his waist, making him look back, and his warm breath sprayed on his shoulder and neck.

"Xianchang, do you like the flowers I left for you?"

He was so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger. He leaned against Demon Lord's chest, and said in a low voice, "What kind of flower is this."

"Eternal flower."

He said: "I have never seen this kind of flower before..."

Mozun laughed lowly and said: "Of course you have never seen it before. This is the most beautiful flower I found from those ‘memory’." He was startled.

After spending many years with Demon Venerable, he knew what the other party called "memory".

The origin of Mozun has always been a mystery.

He seemed to be born out of nowhere, and as soon as he was born, he had unrivalled control of the demon gate, and cultivated to the Mahayana the nine-turned heavenly demon body that had not been successfully cultivated for hundreds of years.

The world is both fearful and awe-inspiring to the Demon Venerable, and no one dares to ask the Demon Venerable.

Only he knows.

Demon Lord comes from Demon Abyss.

This is what Mozun personally told him.

Demon Lord said that he was born in Demon Abyss, a monster that crawled out of Demon Abyss.

Under the Demon Abyss, there are countless darkness and dirt in the human world, as well as the evil thoughts of resentful souls, and countless evil things. They swallow each other and fight for the right to "live".

In order to "live", Mozun absorbed countless souls and evil things, and at the same time, absorbed the memories remaining in the evil things.

Mozun once told him jokingly that he was born as a demon, a natural monster, and asked him if he was afraid.

But he only felt that it was a miracle that the other party was able to retain the self-consciousness in so many evil thoughts and memories, instead of becoming an irrational monster.

Although the Demon Lord did not say clearly, he also guessed that the memories of those resentful souls and evil things should be filled with chaos and killing, which can make a normal soul go crazy.

Every month of the full night, the demon's loss of control also shows this.

But now the Demon Lord said that he found the most beautiful flower for him in those **** and chaotic memories.

He felt that the tips of his ears were a little hot, and turned his head, no longer looking at the amazingly gorgeous flower.

The Demon Lord reluctantly said: "I am the only one in this world who can send you flowers like this. Xianchang, you haven't told me whether you like it or not."

He was tossed so hard just now, he pursed his lips, did not answer the question of the devil, and whispered: "How do you know that there will be no second person in the world to send me such a flower."

"Because this flower is what I saw in the memory of an ancient ghost. It was extinct thousands of years ago. No one in the world can take it off and give it to you. And as I send it..." The devil's fingertips are on his waist. He scratched, "Who else in this world can get close to you like me? If there is..."

As he said, his muffled voice suddenly revealed a bit of hostility, "If anyone dares to touch you, this deity will definitely teach him not to live beyond life."

The words of Mozun seem to have a meaning.

His body has been soaked in the medicated bath for many years, his consciousness is so sharp, his waist is really inflexible, and the devil's voice floated into his ears with a hostile voice, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The Demon Lord seemed to feel something, he softened his voice, and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this. Immortal long, tell me, do the flowers look good?"

He was silent for a while, and finally said softly: "It looks good."

After a pause, his voice became lower, "It's just that you said that this flower is for me, and you want me to remember you forever, but why did you stab it in this place...I usually don't see it."

The tattoos on the branded back can only be seen by removing the clothes and turning around the bronze mirror.

Since he wants him to remember him forever, why not engrave it in a more conspicuous place.

... so that he can see it all the time.

The Mozun understood what he meant, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hug him tightly, and laughed low, his chest rising and falling.

But he didn't understand why the Demon Venerable was so happy suddenly.

After a long time, the demon's laughter gradually subsided, but the strength of hugging him was not reduced, and his voice hoarsely said in his ear: "Xianchang, are you complaining about me?"

Hearing this, he turned his head uncomfortably.

The tips of the ears are getting hotter.

The demon said: "In fact, at the beginning, I also wanted to place the flower thorns in more conspicuous places. For example, the neck, such as the collarbone... For example, the mouth of the heart." His hot big hand touched those places inch by inch, causing him to shudder. Said, "But I can't bear it."

"I want the immortal long to remember me forever, but I think that you will think of me when you see flowers in the future, and feel distressed. After thinking about it, I decided to brand the tattoo where I can see it alone. And you , When you want to see in the future, you can see..."

The Demon Lord stroked the petals of the flower with his fingertips, paused, and then said: "...When you don't want to see it, you can disappear."

After listening, his fingertips trembled suddenly, and he spoke suddenly. "I don't want to see flowers, I just want to look at you."

This time it was Mozun's turn to be silent.

"Xianzhang," after a long time, the Demon Lord spoke with a hoarse voice, "everyone in this world will leave, but it's only sooner or later."

He stopped talking.

The Demon Lord hugged him tightly and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, the material that I used to tattoo you just now is the Primordial Nether Cloud Marrow. I found this thing after searching for a long time. As long as I get it, I will never find it. Fading. And I heard that the faster the blood flows, the brighter the color on it...I don’t know if it’s true or not."

Mozun smiled and said in his ear: "I didn't look carefully enough just now, Immortal, why don't we try again?"

He was very tired, and if he used to, he would definitely refuse. But today, he was silent for a long time, but he just leaned on the other's shoulder and said in a low voice.

"good."

The black hair spread like a cloud, and he was soft on the soft bedding, like snow on the top of a mountain.

And in the bronze mirror.

The man shrouded in darkness slowly lowered his head and reverently kissed the more and more gorgeous flower in the tail vertebra.

—"My brother wants to pick flowers, do you want to give it to someone you like?"

Walking in the valley of flowers, all kinds of flowers bloom around, which is dazzling enough.

The mountain breeze is still gentle and close to her side, and Nian'er's voice is lively.

He was startled slightly, "Why do you say that."

Nian'er naturally said, "Because everyone used to do this."

Before... what Nian'er said was about ten thousand years ago.

In the ancient times, customs should be many different from today.

He was about to explain, but he listened to Nian'er with great interest and continued: "My emperor once taught Nian'er. Different flowers have different meanings. Nian'er still remembers it."

She stretched out her small hand and pointed at the different flowers in the valley of flowers.

"This is Xiwei Flower, which represents the passionate and sincere pursuit and yearning; this is the purple iris flower, which represents the secret love and admiration; this is the water syrup flower, which represents the long flow of water and the mutual acquaintance; and the elder brother just picked the longevity flower. , What it represents is... is... well, let Nian'er think about..."

Nian'er tilted her head to think.

After a long while, he clapped his hands and said happily.

"The longevity flower represents love that will never wither and endure to death."