Seek For Three Lifetimes

volume ii. xix

the night that should have been calm returned to calm, shen jue withdrew his sword, as if it had come, quietly leaving from the shadows. although it was not clear how ji jiu could make these unscrupulous people retreat, no matter what this person did, he would not be surprised.

he didn't know that ji jiu in the room had taken his father's original form and scared off a group of people. to put it simply, the "snake" deceives people.

but ji jiu didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he had done, what he thought was that during the day this snake occupied his bodyguard, and at night he wanted him to personally serve him, mo said that it was just used like this, even if he peeled his skin and stewed it into a snake soup, it was also a matter of dueness - moreover, they still had a grudge that had not yet been resolved, nor could they be resolved.

after all, ji jiu could understand him. but understanding is not the same as understanding.

although ji jiu is not a stingy person, he feels that he is not a good person. moreover, that matter, with men, is a shame. it's not like you want to erase it. even if he was willing to admit that being oppressed was not completely painful, the more he admitted it, the more the humiliation grew.

to this day, that dream has not faded in the slightest. in the middle of the night, he would often return to the darkness, be ridden and crushed, forced to open his legs, forced to open his body, and become his vessel. it's like just a hole for venting.

a hole marked with shen qingxuan's three words.

ji jiu woke up sweating profusely, opened his eyes, and gasped sharply in the darkness. something was wrapped around his body again, as if the scene in the dream had not faded with his lucidity. ji jiu reached out and touched it, and the tentacles were cold and hard, like the ropes of living creatures, twisting him deadly. ji jiu grabbed the snake's body, and with a little effort, peeled it off its body and pushed it aside. only then did i roll up the quilt again and lie back down.

a month like this was enough for him to get used to it. the awakenings again and again consumed his anger, and the anger of those nightmares had been worn away, leaving only the habitual tiredness.

ji jiu reached out and rubbed the corners of his forehead and couldn't help but sigh.

closing his eyes, just about to continue sleeping, the big snake that had been pulled aside earlier rubbed over again, drilled through the gap in the futon, and sneaked into his bed. the cold snake kept getting closer and closer to the warm source, and then it clung to it, drilled through the placket, and stuck to his skin. ji jiu's eyelids did not move for a moment, he closed his eyes and groped for the quilt, grabbed the snake's head in his chest, and swung aside.

but the snake's tail was flexibly wrapped around his waist, his head was skimmed aside, and his body was still tightly wrapped around the warm source and refused to let go.

ji jiu closed his eyes again to peel the snake's tail, just peeled off and wrapped around the arm, even the wrist was entangled, ji jiu used his other hand to save the scene, and let go of the snake's head. so the snake's head moved over again, burrowed back into the hem of his robe, attached it to the skin of his chest, and obediently stopped moving as soon as it was pasted.

ji jiu finally opened his eyes, looked at the upper end of the black hole hole, and said: "inch in."

that's why it's inching in. what else could it be? a drunken snake, and can not really pick the skin stew snake soup, and is not willing to lower the style with a snake - although he knows that he is a demon, now he is a real snake. if it weren't for the fact that this snake wasn't deliberately drunk to the point of unconsciousness, ji jiu would have felt that this trick was completely rogue.

in fact, now, it is also a snake. ji jiu thought while grabbing the head of the drunken snake and not allowing him to press his chest. inevitably overwhelmed by the nightmare, he had to turn sideways, stretch out his arms, let the snake's head rest on his arm, stick it in front of him, and put the snake's tail on his waist, before closing his eyes, using an almost conniving embrace posture, and sleeping again.

the snake got such a posture, and he was satisfied, his head was in front of him, half of his body was nestled in the seat under his armpits, his tail was wrapped around his waist, the familiar breath and warm heat source lingered around, and he slept more soundly in his big dream, drunk and drunk.

the form of this person and a snake is less of the confrontation in the past, and they have temporarily abandoned those entanglements and good dreams.

the next day, ji jiu put the snake back into the box, and when he wanted to cover up, he looked at the big black snake, thinking that there could be no inn restaurant on the remaining road, and saved the irritability of being entangled by him at night, and couldn't help but schadenfreude: "let's fall asleep!" happily, he covered the lid.

it was also at this time that a bit of a stubborn nature was revealed.

after washing, when shen jue came to summon him to breakfast, he had already resumed his identity as general ji, straightened his waist, and with a specious shallow smile, led the camel team, and faced the scorched yellow, steady pace on the road.

there is no longer the tiredness and helplessness that flow in the night, and even the tenderness that seems to be absent is annihilated into the void.

the big snake behind shen jue, curled up in the wooden box, was still asleep with his head hanging down, lying on top of the dilapidated fox fur, sleeping unknowingly, and dreaming.

it seems that i want to sleep like this all the time, until the earth is barren.