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　　季玖沉默了，他的沉默令伊墨不得不猜想他的醉，究竟醉到了什麼地步。這人的酒量一向很好，雖是四十年的陳釀，灌倒他也不該這麼容易才是。
　　可是，頃刻間季玖就抬起頭來，打破了這短暫的沉默，問：“怎麼陪？”又站起身，搖晃著去桌案取了一把匕首來，兇神惡煞的威脅：“若是去床上，今晚我就騸了你。”
　　伊墨的表情複雜的轉換了一下，出言提醒，“該是閹。”
　　“你是蛇，禽畜猛獸不是人的都該叫騸。”季玖抓著匕首，神態端肅，像一個老學究在與弟子爭論問題。
　　伊墨這下確定，這人真的喝醉了。連這種話都能說得出來，不是醉才有鬼了。
　　
　　季玖握著匕首，因剛剛起身太快，眼前又暈眩起來，看伊墨，怎麼看都是兩個，左邊一個，右邊一個。他搖晃著匕首說：“我好像喝多了。”
　　伊墨笑了，問：“為什麼這麼說？”
　　季玖指了指左邊，又指了指右邊：“現在兩個你。”
　　伊墨只好走過去，抓著他的手腕，輕易取走了那搖來晃去的匕首，將武器卸下，才問道：“現在看，是幾個？”
　　季玖聽懂了他的話，就認真湊近了看，只是脖子仿佛支撐不住腦袋，他的腦袋一會歪向左邊，一會又歪向右邊。
　　伊墨捧了他的臉，問：“幾個？”
　　季玖努力瞪著一雙泛滿霧氣的眼睛去看，看不清，就貼近一些。再看不清，就又貼近一些。等他看清了，卻不說話了。
　　伊墨望著眼前放大的臉，布著霞色，睜著略顯遲鈍的眼睛，呼吸裡帶著陳年的酒香，仿佛一瞬間回到一百五十多年前與沈清軒在一起的日子。
　　只是沈清軒，從來沒有真正醉過。
　　季玖正在說話。明明在眼前，伊墨卻覺得他的聲音像是穿過了時光的間隙，越過了遙遠的冰河世紀，透過了忘川河畔，才嫋嫋傳入耳膜，耳膜又震動著，將他的聲音放進了他的心臟裡，輻射出強大的顫動。
　　季玖說：“你……好看。”
　　他的聲音很輕，有著含糊不清的語音，是醉酒人的喃喃自語。
　　伊墨卻分明聽見心臟跳動的聲音，隨著他這句話落音，動盪的愈來愈瘋狂。幾乎是一個忍耐的姿勢，伊墨前傾少許，嘴唇離對方只有一線之隔。
　　“你……再說一遍。”
　　季玖望著他，仿佛被酒精麻痹了理智後成為他的提線木偶，如他所願的重複了一遍：“你，好看得很……”
　　話還沒有落音，最後一個字在空氣裡飄灑的時候，伊墨終於攫住了他的嘴唇。
　　兇狠的，盲目的，激烈的，帶著生吞活剝的瘋狂。與此同時，還有巨大的酸楚的委屈，從仿佛皴裂的心裡，汩汩流出來。
　　
　　季玖一動不動，仿佛並不知道自己身上發生了什麼事，站在原地，只有些呆滯的看著他的眼睛。
　　直到嘴唇被吮的麻痹，連舌尖都傳達出痛楚來，季玖才眨了一下眼。
　　唇分開，他們怔然相望。
　　季玖啞著嗓子，說：“叫我的名字。”
　　伊墨頓了頓，道：“季玖。”
　　“再叫。”季玖加重音量。
　　“季玖。”
　　“再叫！”
　　“季、玖——”
　　季玖抓著他的衣襟，將他拉到自己身前，貼緊之後，傾身咬住了他的唇。
　　
　　他是咬的。
　　用潔白而堅硬的齒緣，在他涼薄的唇上撕咬著，像是要咬下他的肉來，然後吞下去，將這個喚出他名字，清晰精准叫出他名字的部分，吞進肚子裡去。
　　仿佛這樣，就能被救贖。
　　伊墨伸手抱住了他，將這具散發著高熱，似乎隨時會燃起來的身體更緊的抱住了。唇舌糾纏在一處，比身體貼合的還要緊密，互相纏繞著，卷住了對方不肯放開，像是沙漠裡遊蕩了千年的人終於找到自己的水源，又像是乾涸潭裡無處可逃的兩尾魚，嘴貼著嘴，以彼此的唾液維生，因為他們早已無處可逃。
　　
　　人類的佳釀，就是千千萬萬，也醉不了伊墨。
　　伊墨卻分明感到了眩暈，仿佛醉酒的人，身在人間，靈魂已經踏上了雲朵，軟綿綿、輕飄飄。他知道摟在身側的手臂是結實的，結實而有力的環繞，以一個需要並渴求的姿勢，將他摟著，禁錮著，仿佛鐵臂，卻不會疼痛。伊墨以更緊的力道還回去，雙方都在調整姿勢，恨不得緊點，再緊點，緊到融為一體，不用死亡，不用消失，不用尋覓，也就沒有了掙扎。
　　他們翻倒了木桌，打碎了酒罈，連桌案一起傾倒，那些文書筆墨灑了一地。完整的白紙變了碎片，淩亂的碎頁飛起來，又落下，無秩序的灑著，他們翻滾在其中。
　　季玖扯著他的衣袍，在伊墨同樣撕扯自己時，擒住了他的手腕，往上固定住。
　　膠著的唇瓣沒有分開，他們再一次睜開眼，對視著，對峙著。
　　一個酒醉，一個清醒。也或許都醉了。
　　明知道會發生什麼，伊墨也沒有說話，沒有收回被壓制的雙手。
　　
　　季玖單手分開他的膝蓋，將自己置於其間，彼此俱是裸裎相向。
　　滾熱的身體沒有猶豫的覆蓋住身下的冰涼，那一刹那，像是冰與火發生碰撞，千年冰川被熨燙成水流，裹進滾燙的岩漿裡，變成灼目的紅，仿佛混亂的天地裂出的一道巨大的傷口，而他們卻不約而同，發出一聲滿足的喟歎。
　　季玖鬆開了對他的壓制，雙手下移，握住了他的腰，而後分開他的腿。
　　
　　低下頭，他傷痕累累的唇貼上對方同樣泛著血絲的嘴唇，季玖再一次道：“叫我的名字。”
　　“季玖。”
　　“不夠。”
　　“季玖。”
　　“還是不夠。”
　　——季玖。
　　——季玖。
　　——季玖！
　　伊墨一聲一聲，重複他的姓氏，重複他的名。叫到最後已是歇斯底里。
　　心底的酸楚也隨著這樣的喊叫流淌出來，像是割裂的傷口，伴隨著喊叫的引導，匯出了裡面黑紫的淤血。
　　
　　季玖的眼角在他的聲音裡逐漸濕透，沉下腰，他緩慢而堅定的寸寸推進，直到完全而徹底的進駐這個身軀。
　　有水珠“啪嗒”一聲掉下來，砸在伊墨的眼皮上，伊墨還未來得及看真切，又是一道水珠墜落，滑過銀亮的光，落在他的唇上，伊墨舔了舔，鹹苦的味道在味蕾上蔓延，接著是第四滴，第五滴……那樣鹹苦的味道，將他徹底淹沒。
　　
　　直到最後所有的動作停下，季玖貼著他的額頭，水滴才默默的乾涸。
　　他們頭頂著頭，鼻尖相對，嘴唇相貼，而後一動不動，靜靜擁著。像兩隻傷痕累累的小動物，貼在一起取暖。
　　即使明知道這些傷，都是對方給予，也沒有推開。
　　
　　“明天走？”許久，季玖才發出聲音，猶帶啞澀。
　　“嗯。”
　　“不送了。”
　　“好。”
　　
　　兩人沉默著，伊墨翻過身，將他抱進懷裡，覆在身下。季玖沒有說話。
　　伊墨將他的身體打開，而後低下頭去，咬著他的唇，一直往下，咬過尖尖的下顎，咬過突出的喉結，咬在他的鎖骨上。
　　季玖抱著他，手指偶爾從他髮絲裡穿過，直到身體被徹底打開，被進入，被填滿，幾乎要撐壞的感覺，才瑟縮了一下，有些僵硬。
　　伊墨注意到他的僵硬，停下來，親著他的臉，低聲道：“放鬆，不怕。”
　　季玖咬著牙，好一會兒，才緩過了長久以來對這種事的畏懼及本能的排斥，重新抱緊他。
　　他不勝酒力，已然醉了。
　　沒人會怪他，他已醉了。
　　
　　伊墨仍然停滯著，沒有動作。季玖深吸一口氣，抬起腿，繞在他的腰上。伊墨才心領神會，緩緩動作起來。
　　“伊墨，”行至中途，季玖低聲問他：“你明知會遇到什麼，還是要找，就真的沒想過面對上了，怎麼解決嗎？”
　　伊墨咬著他的耳廓，回道：“想過。但不知道怎麼解決。”
　　季玖躲著耳部的戲弄道：“不，你根本不知道你要什麼。”
　　季玖說：“你要沈清軒是不是？”
　　伊墨停滯了一下，很快道：“是。”
　　“不，”季玖說：“你還是不知道自己要什麼。”
　　伊墨雖未與他爭論，卻抬起腰，又狠狠撞進去，季玖差點失聲叫出來，又咬著牙遏止下去，雖然聲音未出口，腰卻止不住的顫抖著，季玖低低喘著氣，一口咬在他頸側。
　　“你不服？”鬆開口，季玖喘息著，貼在他耳畔道：“你要和沈清軒長相廝守，他死的時候你就該隨他而去；你要沈清軒陪在你身邊，就該不擇手段把他綁在身邊。但是你兩樣都沒有選。”
　　“綁？”伊墨停頓了一下。
　　季玖說：“你問我，是不是還有別的辦法，其實辦法有。”
　　“什麼？”伊墨問。
　　季玖笑了一下，扯了他的腦袋下來，嘴唇貼過去，低低道：“如果我是你……”
　　——如果我是你，而你是我。那麼第一次見面，我不會強迫你。
　　——我會帶你走。你不走，我綁你走。
　　——我會囚禁你，日夜對你好。寵著你，慣著你，所有事我都讓著你，只要你在我身邊。
　　——然後我會讓你的家人以為你已經死去，我抹殺你在這個世界上的存在。
　　——最後，我讓你無處可去，斷了一切念想，只能依賴我，信任我。當我的沈清軒。
　　——甚至，我都不必告訴你，曾經有一個沈清軒。
　　——你只能當我的沈清軒。除此之外，無路可走。
　　
　　季玖放開他，揉著疼痛不已的頭部，又恢復安靜。
　　伊墨道：“那你呢？”
　　季玖說：“我？綁我？我會死在你面前，因為我已經知道這個世上還有一個沈清軒。”
　　“那你說的，無用。”伊墨說。
　　“白癡，”季玖不屑的道：“對季玖沒有用，對下一個陳清軒李清軒就沒有用嗎？”
　　伊墨想了想道：“若是不成呢？”
　　季玖抬起身來，幾乎是一臉不可思議的神情望著他，“你是傻麼？這場局輸贏你都不賠。你輸了，大不了死一個沈清軒可能幾百次輪回中的一個，你贏了，得幾十年快活時光，憑什麼不賭？！憑什麼不成？！”
　　儘管早就知道他的秉性，但對待自己的轉世都如此瘋狂，還是讓伊墨呆了一下，忍不住問：“他的轉世死了，就那麼死了嗎？”
　　季玖也呆了一下，突地笑了，拍著他的肩，仿佛軍營裡的夥伴，隨意地道：“別在乎那些。你要的是沈清軒，決定在他的轉世身上尋他的前生時，那個轉世就已經失去意義了。只要沒有變成你的沈清軒，他的死活與你何干。”
　　是的，與他何干，不過是個失敗的人偶，隨手可棄。
　　季玖玩笑般的說著，泛泛而談，眼神卻黯淡下去，似有悲愴。
　　
　　過了片刻，季玖又道：“我說你並不知道自己要什麼，難道不是麼？你真想索取的，以你的力量，有什麼得不到。可是你沒有去取，也沒有放手，去靜心修仙，而是在這萬丈紅塵裡迷失到今天。伊墨，你的尋覓是盲目的，沒有明確的目的，也不知道出路在哪裡。”
　　“明日你要走，我給你指條路吧。修仙，離開這萬丈紅塵。或者尋覓，創造你的沈清軒。”頓了頓，季玖說：“你也可以選擇死掉，就不用難過了。”
　　
　　伊墨看著他，終是忍不住，低下頭來，親上那張嘴，舌尖舔著季玖唇上的齒印和血絲，喃喃著問：“你喜歡我？”
　　季玖臉上紅了，望著他，許久才道：“對你有意義嗎？”
　　伊墨同樣看了他許久，一模一樣的答案：“我不清楚。”
　　季玖笑了笑，重新躺下，不再說話。他也無話可說，只能釋懷。
　　伊墨動了一下，季玖吸了口氣，臉上看不出是歡愉還是難受，但伊墨卻知道，他的身體是喜歡的，就不再壓抑，連番撞進去，讓那處緊閉的地方為他綻開，讓原本的僵硬為他柔軟，讓乾澀轉為潮濕，讓這具從未回應過他的身體開始回應。
　　
　　伊墨將他翻身趴下，緊緊握住季玖的腰線，再次闖入。季玖不肯發出聲音，便喘的越來越急促，身上也逐漸泛紅，偶爾身後的人實在太蠻橫，也會忍不住的溢出一聲鼻音，又很快被咽回去，忍耐的臉上佈滿苦悶。
　　終是要攀到頂峰了，季玖忍不住，反手抓著腰上的手臂，將他往自己身上扯。
　　似要伊墨抱著他一般。
　　
　　伊墨的身體，因為他這個動作，微不可見的凝滯了一下。
　　這一刻，他眼前浮現的，是那個人咬著唇忍了又忍，終於忍不住，抓著他的手臂，喚著：你抱抱我。
　　——伊墨你抱抱我。
　　腦中突然傳入曾經的聲音，明知道是幻覺，明知道不該，明知道不能，但還是鬼迷心竅一般，伊墨俯下身將他抱進懷裡，聽見自己的聲音在忍耐的細喘中響起，說：“沈清軒。”
　　
　　他懷裡的身體瞬間僵硬。
　　那三個字還在帷帳中餘音嫋嫋，懷中人的呼吸聲已然消失。
　　季玖茫然盯著前方，青紗帳搖搖又晃晃，他再也說不出一句話。
　　伊墨也怔怔的，將他抱起摟在懷中，同樣說不出一句話。
　　季玖知道，自己已經死了。
　　
　　他終於還是決定殺死季玖，並挫骨揚灰。
　　季玖閉上眼，他解脫了。

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Ji Jiu was silent. His silence made Yi Mo wonder how drunk he was. This man had always been a good drinker. Even though it was a 40-year-old wine, it shouldn’t be so easy to get him drunk.

But Ji Jiu immediately raised his head, breaking the brief silence, and asked, “How can I accompany you?" He then stood up, staggered to the table and fetched a dagger, and threatened fiercely, “If you go to bed, I will castrate you tonight."

Yi Mo’s expression changed in a complicated way, and he reminded, “It’s time to castrate him ."

“You are a snake. All animals, beasts and non-humans should be castrated ." Ji Jiu held the dagger with a solemn expression , like an old scholar arguing with his disciples.

Yi Mo was now certain that this man was really drunk. He had to be drunk to say something like that .

Ji Jiu held the dagger, and because he had just stood up too quickly, he felt dizzy again. He looked at Yi Mo, and there were two of them, one on the left and one on the right. He shook the dagger and said, “I think I drank too much."

Yi Mo smiled and asked, “Why do you say that?"

Ji Jiu pointed to the left, then to the right: “Now there are two of you."

Yi Mo had no choice but to walk over, grab his wrist, easily take away the dagger that was swinging back and forth, remove the weapon, and then ask: “Now look, how many are there?"

Ji Jiu understood what he said and took a closer look, but his neck seemed unable to support his head, which tilted to the left and then to the right.

Yi Mo held his face and asked, “How many?"

Ji Jiu tried to see with his misty eyes. When he couldn’t see clearly, he moved closer. When he still couldn’t see clearly, he moved closer again. When he saw clearly, he stopped talking.

Yi Mo looked at the enlarged face in front of him, which was covered with a rosy complexion, with slightly dull eyes, and the aroma of aged wine in his breath . It was as if he was instantly back to the days when he was with Shen Qingxuan more than 150 years ago.

But Shen Qingxuan has never been truly drunk.

Ji Jiu was speaking. Although he was clearly in front of him, Yi Mo felt that his voice seemed to have passed through the gap in time, crossed the distant Ice Age, and passed through the banks of the Wangchuan River before it reached his eardrums. The eardrums vibrated again, and his voice was placed in his heart, radiating a powerful vibration.

Ji Jiu said: “You…are pretty."

His voice was soft and had unclear pronunciation, like the mumbling of a drunk man.

Yi Mo could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating, and as he finished speaking, the beating became more and more crazy. In an almost patient posture, Yi Mo leaned forward a little, his lips only a hair’s breadth away from the other person.

“Say it again…"

Ji Jiu looked at him, as if he had become his puppet after his reason was paralyzed by alcohol, and repeated as he wished: “You, are very beautiful…"

Before he finished speaking, when the last word was floating in the air, Yi Mo finally captured his lips.

Fierce, blind, intense, and with a madness that devoured him alive. At the same time, there was a huge bitterness and grievance that flowed out from his cracked heart.

Ji Jiu didn’t move, as if he didn’t know what was happening to him. He stood there, just staring at his eyes blankly.

It was not until his lips were numbed by being sucked and even the tip of his tongue felt painful that Ji Jiu blinked .

Their lips parted, and they stared at each other in shock .

Ji Jiu said hoarsely, “Call my name."

Yi Mo paused and said, “Ji Jiu."

“Call again." Ji Jiu raised his voice.

“Ji Jiu."

“Scream again!"

“Ji, Jiu——"

Ji Jiu grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of him. After pressing him close, he leaned over and bit his lips.

He bit it.

With the white and hard edges of her teeth, she bit his cold and thin lips, as if she wanted to bite off his flesh, and then swallow it, swallow the part that called out his name, called out his name clearly and accurately, into her stomach.

As if in this way, one can be redeemed.

Yi Mo reached out and hugged him, hugging this body that was emitting high heat and seemed to be on fire at any time even tighter. Their lips and tongues were entangled together, even tighter than their bodies, entwined with each other, wrapped around each other and unwilling to let go, like people who have wandered in the desert for a thousand years finally found their own water source, or like two fish in a dry pond with nowhere to escape, mouth to mouth, surviving on each other’s saliva, because they had nowhere to escape.

Even if there were thousands and thousands of fine wines made by mankind, they could not make Yi Mo drunk .

Yi Mo clearly felt dizzy, as if a drunk person, while still in the world, his soul had already stepped on the clouds, soft and light. He knew that the arms around him were solid, strong and powerful, holding him and imprisoning him in a posture of need and desire, like iron arms, but without pain. Yi Mo responded with even tighter force, both of them were adjusting their positions, wishing they could be tighter, tighter, tighter until they merged into one, without the need for death, disappearance, or searching, and there would be no struggle.

They overturned the wooden table, smashed the wine jar, and even the table topped over, spilling the documents and ink all over the floor. The intact white paper turned into fragments, the messy torn pages flew up and fell down, scattered in disorder, and they rolled in it.

Ji Jiu pulled his robe, and when Yi Mo tried to tear his own, he grabbed his wrists and pinned them upwards.

Their lips were stuck together without parting, and they opened their eyes again, staring at each other and confronting each other.

One was drunk, the other sober. Or maybe both were drunk.

Even though he knew what would happen, Yi Mo didn’t say anything and didn’t take back his hands that were being suppressed.

Ji Jiu separated his knees with one hand and placed himself between them, both of them facing each other naked.

The hot body covered the coldness beneath it without hesitation. At that moment, it was like a collision of ice and fire. The thousand-year-old glacier was ironed into a stream, wrapped in the boiling magma, and turned into a scorching red, like a huge wound cracked in the chaotic world, and they both let out a satisfied sigh at the same time.

Ji Jiu loosened his grip on him, moved his hands down, held his waist, and then spread his legs apart.

Lowering his head, he pressed his scarred lips against the other’s bloodshot lips, and Ji Jiu said again: “Call my name."

“Ji Jiu."

“not enough."

“Ji Jiu."

“It’s still not enough.”

——Ji Jiu.

——Ji Jiu.

——Ji Jiu!

Yi Mo repeated his last name and first name over and over again. By the end, he was already hysterical.

The bitterness in my heart also flowed out with such shouting, like a cut wound, and along with the guidance of the shouting, the dark purple blood inside was drained out.

Ji Jiu’s eyes gradually became wet with his voice. He lowered his waist and pushed forward slowly and firmly, inch by inch, until he completely and thoroughly entered this body.

A drop of water fell with a “pop" sound and hit Yi Mo’s eyelids. Before Yi Mo could see it clearly, another drop of water fell, slid across the silver light, and landed on his lips. Yi Mo licked it, and the salty and bitter taste spread on his taste buds, followed by the fourth drop, the fifth drop… That salty and bitter taste completely overwhelmed him.

Until all the movements stopped and Ji Jiu pressed his forehead against his, the water droplets dried up silently.

They put their heads together, noses touching, lips touching, and then they stayed still and hugged each other quietly, like two wounded little animals, clinging together for warmth.

Even though he knew that all these injuries were caused by the other party, he did not push them away.

“Leaving tomorrow?" After a long time, Ji Jiu finally uttered a voice, still with a hoarse tone.

“Um."

“No."

“good."

The two were silent. Yi Mo turned over, held him in his arms, and covered him. Ji Jiu did not speak.

Yi Mo opened his body, then lowered his head and bit his lips, all the way down, biting across his pointed jaw, across his prominent Adam’s apple, and onto his collarbone.

Ji Jiu hugged him, occasionally running his fingers through his hair, until his body was completely opened, entered, filled, and almost broken, and then he shrank back and became a little stiff.

Yi Mo noticed his stiffness, stopped, kissed his face, and whispered, “Relax, don’t be afraid."

Ji Jiu gritted her teeth, and after a while, she finally got over her long-standing fear and instinctive rejection of such things, and hugged him tightly again.

He couldn’t hold his liquor and was already drunk.

No one could blame him; he was drunk.

Yi Mo still stood there without moving. Ji Jiu took a deep breath, raised his legs and wrapped them around his waist. Yi Mo understood and slowly moved.

“Yi Mo," Ji Jiu asked him in a low voice halfway through the journey, “You knew what you would encounter, but you still wanted to find it. Have you really never thought about how to solve it when you face it?"

Yi Mo bit his earlobe and replied, “I’ve thought about it. But I don’t know how to solve it."

Ji Jiu hid his ears and teased: “No, you don’t know what you want."

Ji Jiu said: “You want Shen Qingxuan, right?"

Yi Mo paused for a moment, then quickly said, “Yes."

“No," Ji Jiu said, “You still don’t know what you want."

Although Yi Mo did not argue with him, he raised his waist and slammed into him again. Ji Jiu almost screamed out loud, but he gritted his teeth to hold it back. Although no sound came out, his waist couldn’t stop shaking. Ji Jiu panted softly and bit the side of his neck.

“You don’t accept it?" Ji Jiu panted and whispered in his ear, “If you want to stay with Shen Qingxuan forever, you should follow him when he dies; if you want Shen Qingxuan to stay with you, you should tie him to your side by any means. But you chose neither."

“Tied?" Yi Mo paused.

Ji Jiu said: “You asked me if there is any other way. Actually there is."

“What?" Yi Mo asked.

Ji Jiu smiled, pulled his head down, put his lips close to his, and whispered: “If I were you…"

——If I were you and you were me, then when we first met, I would not force you.

——I will take you away. If you don’t leave, I will tie you up and take you away.

——I will imprison you and treat you well day and night. I will pamper you and spoil you. I will give in to you in everything as long as you are by my side.

——Then I will let your family think you are dead, and I will erase your existence in this world.

——In the end, I left you with nowhere to go, and you had no choice but to rely on me and trust me. Be my Shen Qingxuan.

——I don’t even need to tell you that there was once a Shen Qingxuan.

——You can only be my Shen Qingxuan. There is no other way.

Ji Jiu let him go, rubbed his aching head, and calmed down again.

Yi Mo asked, “What about you?"

Ji Jiu said: “Me? Tie me up? I will die in front of you, because I already know that there is another Shen Qingxuan in this world."

“Then what you said is useless." Yi Mo said.

“Idiot," Ji Jiu said disdainfully, “It’s useless to Ji Jiu, but will it be useless to the next Chen Qingxuan and Li Qingxuan?"

Yi Mo thought for a moment and said, “What if it doesn’t work?"

Ji Jiu stood up and looked at him with an expression of disbelief, “Are you stupid? You won’t pay whether you win or lose this game. If you lose, the worst that can happen is that Shen Qingxuan dies in one of his hundreds of reincarnations. If you win, you get to live happily for decades. Why not gamble? Why not?!"

Although I already knew his nature, I was still stunned by the fact that he treated his reincarnation so madly. I couldn’t help but ask, “Is his reincarnation dead? Just like that?"

Ji Jiu was also stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and patted his shoulder, as if he were a comrade in the military camp, and said casually: “Don’t care about those things. What you want is Shen Qingxuan. When you decide to look for his previous life in his reincarnation, that reincarnation has lost its meaning. As long as he doesn’t become your Shen Qingxuan, his life or death has nothing to do with you."

Yes, what does it have to do with him? He is just a failed puppet and can be discarded at will.

Ji Jiu spoke jokingly and generally, but his eyes dimmed and seemed to be filled with sorrow.

After a while, Ji Jiu said again: “I said you don’t know what you want, don’t you? If you really want to ask for it, with your power, there is nothing you can’t get. But you didn’t take it, nor did you let it go and practice Taoism, but you got lost in this world until today. Yi Mo, your search is blind, without a clear purpose, and you don’t know where the way out is."

“You are leaving tomorrow. I will show you a way. Cultivate immortality and leave this world. Or find and create your Shen Qingxuan." After a pause, Ji Jiu said, “You can also choose to die, then you don’t have to be sad."

Yi Mo looked at him and couldn’t help himself. He lowered his head and kissed that mouth. He licked the teeth marks and blood on Ji Jiu’s lips with the tip of his tongue and murmured , “Do you like me?"

Ji Jiu blushed and looked at him for a long time before saying, “Does it mean anything to you?"

Yi Mo also looked at him for a long time and gave the same answer: “I don’t know."

Ji Jiu smiled, lay down again, and stopped talking. He had nothing to say, so he could only let it go.

Yi Mo moved and Ji Jiu took a breath. It was hard to tell whether it was joy or pain on his face, but Yi Mo knew that his body liked it, so he stopped suppressing himself and rammed into it again and again, making that tightly closed place open for him, making the original stiffness soften for him, turning dryness into wetness, and making this body that had never responded to him begin to respond.

Yi Mo turned him over and laid him on his stomach, tightly grasping Ji Jiu’s waistline, and broke in again. Ji Jiu refused to make a sound, so he panted more and more rapidly, and his body gradually turned red. Occasionally, when the person behind him was too rude, he could not help but snort, but he quickly swallowed it back , and his patient face was full of distress.

Finally reaching the top, Ji Jiu couldn’t help but grab the arm around his waist and pull him towards himself.

As if he wanted Yi Mo to hold him.

froze slightly because of his action .

At this moment, what appeared before his eyes was that person biting his lip and enduring again and again, and finally couldn’t help it, grabbed his arm, and called out : Hug me.

——Yi Mo, hug me.

Suddenly, a voice from the past entered his mind. He knew it was an illusion, he knew he shouldn’t, he knew he couldn’t, but he was still obsessed. Yi Mo leaned over and hugged him in his arms. He heard his own voice in the midst of his patient gasps , saying, “Shen Qingxuan."

The body in his arms stiffened instantly.

The echo of those three words was still lingering in the curtain, while the breathing of the person in his arms had disappeared.

Ji Jiu stared blankly ahead. The green tent was shaking and swaying, and he could no longer utter a word.

Yi Mo was also stunned. He picked him up and held him in his arms, unable to utter a word.

Ji Jiu knew that he was already dead.

He finally decided to kill Ji Jiu and grind his bones to ashes .

Ji Jiu closed his eyes and he felt relieved.