If you tell too many lies, you will end up deceiving yourself.
Yan Huailiu couldn't remember when he started lying about this matter.
But he himself had indeed heard those lies.
Time and again, restraint, self-hypnosis, and stopping on the edge of losing control.
The moment the sun rises, he is still the good master who cares about his disciples.
Be moderate in your actions and never overstep the boundaries.
His head became increasingly dizzy, and he began to lose track of whether this was reality or a dream.
Carefully stroking Gu Xingyun's face, she spoke each word with emphasis, as if hypnotizing herself: "I don't like you."
"I can't possibly like you."
"I, Yan Huailiu, can't possibly like you."
Gu Xingyun held his wrist: "Stop talking."
There was sadness, despair and reluctance in Yan Huailiu's eyes. He continued talking as if he couldn't hear what Gu Xingyun said.
"I don't like you. I will leave here sooner or later. I'm going to leave."
Gu Xingyun grabbed his neck fiercely, but only rubbed it lightly, not willing to use any force at all.
Blocked that mouth in the purest way.
Someone pulled down the curtain, blocking the brief entanglement and the tears that flowed together.
"Master, I beg you, please stop talking."
Gu Xingyun's voice was hoarse and his eyes were red.
Yan Huailiu lay on the bed, gasping for breath. The alcohol gradually took effect, his body slowly became weak, and his eyes began to blur.
His last sight lingered on Gu Xingyun's tear-soaked face. It was as if something had flickered in his eyes, and his consciousness became completely blurred.
Gu Xingyun knelt there, looking at the Lingxu mirror spinning in his hand, and pulled off his hairband to cover Yan Huailiu's eyes.
"Master, I would rather you hate me in the future than let you leave me."
"How can you say you don't like me? You gave me hope and then took it away. Isn't that cruel?"
"We've been together the longest, why don't you love me? Why can't you just love me?"
"Master, I won't drag you to hell. It's too filthy there. Master is so noble that you can't endure even the slightest hardship. I won't let you suffer there."
He slowly leaned down and kissed Yan Huailiu on the lips almost devoutly.
"I will go to hell myself."
"If I am lucky enough to live a hundred years, I will personally go to hell to atone for my sins."
"I am ready to bear all the consequences, so, Master, I will not let you go."
He cut his hand hard, and the blood slowly moved along the lines of the Lingxu Mirror. He stared at it for a while and pointed the tip of the knife at the palm of Yan Huailiu's hand.
"Master, don't be afraid. It won't hurt. It will be gone in a moment."
The dagger slashed across the delicate palm, and Yan Huailiu's body spasmed violently, curling up almost instantly.
Gu Xingyun quickly covered his hand with his, hugged him and kept comforting him: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine soon, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
The Lingxu Mirror was imprisoned in the palms of the two people, and the wandering blood gradually merged and blended.
Gu Xingyun closed his eyes and mobilized all his spiritual power into it.
"Sacrifice my blood and the blood of my beloved, gather in the spiritual void, with my soul as the guide..."
The line of spells that were specially marked as "forbidden" was finally activated by him.
The person in his arms seemed to be in great pain, struggling more and more violently, with a thin layer of sweat on his face.
Finally, the Lingxu Mirror stopped rotating.
Yan Huailiu stopped struggling.
Gu Xingyun treated his wound as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, the medicine I brought was good enough. The wound healed in just a few moments, and not even a scar was visible.
He kissed the palm of Yan Huailiu's hand gently: "Sorry, I won't do it next time."
"I was just a little anxious."
He couldn't wait. The moment he heard Yan Huailiu say he was leaving, he couldn't bear it anymore.
The headband was finally removed from Yan Huailiu's eyes.
Those fox eyes looked a little dull.
Gu Xingyun's eyes flashed, and he used his bloody hands to pry open Yan Huailiu's lips and gently hooked his tongue.
Then he withdrew his hand, sat on the bed and said calmly: "Master, hold me."
Yan Huailiu seemed to have heard some instructions. He propped himself up and hugged Gu Xingyun tightly.
"Kiss me, here, harder." Gu Xingyun pointed to his neck.
A tingling sensation came over him, and he gently hugged the person in his arms: "Master, I will go to hell, but before that, please love me."
His hands were shaking violently, but he still undressed the two men.
"I won't do it to the end, Master. I won't do it to the end when you are not sober."
The final forbidden technique of the Lingxu Mirror completely binds the souls of the two people.
There is no need to rely on the Lingxu Mirror. Just use blood, saliva, or anything that contains the breath of the sacrificed person, and the bound person will be attracted and controlled uncontrollably.
"Master, it's okay to be fake. If you fake it enough times, it can become real."
His hands were too rough from years of work, and just a few touches would make the skin turn red.
Gu Xingyun tried to move as gently as possible and bit lightly on the neck that exuded sweetness.
Leave as many traces as possible.
The person in my arms was incredibly well-behaved, obeying the entire process without any resistance.
Gu Xingyun's kiss gradually moved downwards, and he stopped at a certain point, looking up at the person who was panting.
"Master, I was the first one I encountered, right?"
Naturally, there was no answer.
After all, it's because of lack of experience and not knowing how to restrain oneself.
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