Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 42: Transformation

He was taken to a side palace in the palace, where two guards guarded the door and saw Lu Cai busily standing up to salute him. Lu Cai asked someone to open the door and I looked inside eagerly. I didn't see Rosh, only a naked woman held her chest in the bed with her bare hands and her eyebrows could see the look of the little girl. When she saw us, she hurriedly shrunk to the corner of the bed and covered her face with long brown and red curly hair.

“How's it going?” Lu asked for the gate.

There was an obscure smile on their faces, and the emergency report said: "It is useless to strip them naked today, as the general ordered. So just poured a lot of kiwi morosh. Oh, the little one's got a little medicine in it. But it's been half a day and it's still quiet. Alas, such a delicate princess in front of her eyes, the light white meat, a man had already poured on it, not to mention drunk the wine with medicine. Thought the monk was inhumane, but he wasn't. He tried so hard to spit himself out, he didn't even know where the hardness came from. However, this strength is impressive. Maybe he is a very high priest...”

Lu Codified stared hard, the man immediately stopped. Lu Cai turned to me and said coldly: "If he refuses to break the precept tonight and my father loses, you should know what will happen. ”

They tortured Rosh like this, and I was so angry I was trembling. It is true that Rosh was stripped, intoxicated and broken, but he didn't say that the wine was sprinkled with Chinese medicine! When I heard Lu codify this inhumanity again, I looked up and almost burst out.

The shadow shook in front of me, and Fursati was in front of me: "Don't worry, little general, you can give it to her tonight. The beauty of the first queen's palace must belong to the general and the little general. ”

Versativo took a look at the room, walked to a long case table in the hall, and pulled the tablecloth out. Then he walked into the room, wrapped the tablecloth around the Azerbaijani Emperor, and held her up. As she walked out of the room, Fursati glanced at the corner for a moment, her face flickering and sighing slightly. He walked past me with a white face and said in Chinese: "Go inside, don't let General Lu down.” Then he changed slightly to Spitfire: “He's been waiting for ten years, make sure he's happy. ”

He looked normal and had nothing but heartache in his eyes. I looked him in the eye and flattened my heart a little faster. I nodded resolutely, walked into the room and the door was squeaking behind me.

Looking at the corners that Fursati had previously stared at, there was definitely a tall, lean figure shrinking there. His breath suddenly stopped and he dared not look at him. Rosh, my nine months have been eleven years for you. Months of carving have tormented my bones. How do you spend ten years of silence, day after day, next to Green Light Gulf? Time is really unequal for you and me. What kind of a walker would I be if I waited ten years? Forgive me for keeping you waiting so long, for choosing this time for the last time in my life. I hope this is the time when you need me the most, and if I can, I will never go again and let me make up for the 10 years that have passed.

Hold your breath and approach him gently. You haven't seen what's carved into his face for 10 years. It's just a hearty heartbeat. He was naked, his head hugging his knees, curling his body like a baby in a mother, and his wheat skin was glowing under the bright lights of the room. I looked everywhere and found no curtains, no tablecloths, no quilt blankets, nothing to hide. Bitter smile, Lu Guang can really imagine.

Find your own long shirt in your backpack, shake it off, and get close to him. He had a strong alcohol smell and vomit on the other side of the floor. I squatted down, put my clothes on him, touched his skin, and it was really hot. He raised his head in shock and, like an abyss, did not see the bottom of his pale grey eyes covered with blood silk. He lost weight again, his face appeared narrower, his chin was blue and his whole face was red as if it were on fire. Eleven years later, he was still pretty, just ruthless, with a few shallow wrinkles on his forehead. The torment of these days made him desolate and his pale lips were a little dry and cracked. There was a hole in the corner of the mouth and the blood clotted on it, which looked a little like a toothpick.

“Rosh...” I measured him carefully, and the more I looked, the more heartbroken. He was so humiliated, so painfully supported, how ordinary people could do it. He insisted not on breaking the precept or not, but on believing in life. Lu Guang hit him with this. Is it really just for that boring and ridiculous bet?

The faint eyes lifted up, suddenly falling on my face, suddenly wide open, dark grey eyes emitted a bright light, unbelievably wandering on my face. The dry, cracked lips are slightly open and the corners of the mouth are pulled, such as the dead leaves trembling in the wind.

“It's me, I'm back...”

“Em... Clear...” His eyes hovered over my face for a long time before he shook his mouth and his voice was dull and dry. Then, with shame on his hot face, he held his arms tighter, trembled all over his body and squeezed his voice over his head: “Don't look at Rosh...”

“Rosh...” My heart is turning upside down. How can a man of unspoilt heights be humiliated like this!

“Don't cry...” He turned back to me, his slender arm slowly extended out, to touch my face, the moment he touched his skin, suddenly his hands retracted again, his eyes closed, his right hand tightly grinding the broken Buddha beads that no longer saw the original color, one by one reading scripture, ignoring me as air, which I gave him more than twenty years ago. With a string of crisp red onion arm beads on his left hand, even this one has been around for 11 years...

“Rosh, what's wrong with you?” Looking at the only thing on him - these two beads I was wearing, I bit my lips to death to keep the tears from falling again.

“Fantasy is born from the heart, not the truth. Business handicaps are blindfolded and everything is empty.” He was still closing his eyes, completing these words with a shy voice, and remembering the Sanskrit Scriptures.

Weeping tears, he probably took me for a hallucination. He has been sitting on the floor, although there are carpets and summers, but the oasis at night is still a little cool. When he stood up and walked to the door and opened the door, he saw Lu Huai talking to those people, and he still hasn't left. I asked for a blanket, Lu Huaha laughed and said softly: "Whatever you want, you have to break his ring. ”

I blackened my face and asked for a glass of water. Lu Cai asked someone to get it and looked at me obliquely: "We have to hurry, Master Ben has to go back to life. And be sure to be in bed. ”

He nudged his mouth towards the window, and I looked him in the eye and the diamond window was facing the bed in the room. It's humiliating! He's gonna stop until he sees it. What does he think of us? A fun game, a sick bet?

I almost threw the cup in his face and breathed in and out several times before walking back to the room. I heard Lu Codify laughing evilly behind his back: “If you can't break it, come and accompany Master Ben. ”

He hates it so much, he really wants to tell him that he won't die well in the future.

“Rosh, would you like some water?” I whispered and delivered the water to his mouth. Probably too thirsty. He didn't refuse, so he drank the whole glass of water out of my hand. The water ran down the corner of his mouth, and I took out my handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

His eyes stared at the handkerchief, and I glanced at the pad and smiled gently at him: "Remember this pad? You gave it to me. You said I never use a pad, and if I want to wipe my mouth, I can't pat it with my hands. I've been putting this on my body, but I haven't been able to use it...”

Suddenly he fell into a hot arms and his beating heart shook my eardrum. The fiery face rubbed on my neck neck, and the blues that swelled around my neck jumped and ripped my heart string. He inserted his hand in my hair and whispered my name vaguely.

I fell into his arms, and the familiar embrace seemed a little strange. Naked skin burned my face, an unusual fluctuation flowed through my body, and he burned me suddenly.

He pulled me apart for a short distance, searching meticulously in my face, his eyes confused. Then, before I could make a sound, he kissed me in front of him.

His kiss was different from the gentle memories of the past, and he eagerly ripped my lips open, stirring almost insanely. It has a strong alcoholic taste in my mouth and is strongly transmitted to my tongue. Tight stubble on the face, some itching and some pain. His breathing became more and more impatient, and as soon as he pushed hard, he dropped me on the ground, and the whole person overturned.

“Rosh!” I held my arm against him, whispering in his ear, "we went to bed. ”

He seemed to recover from a moment of sobriety. Circle my arm apart, biting heavily at the broken wound in the corner of my mouth, bleeding a little and dyeing my lips unusually bright.

Many more tears arose, and he endured painfully, restraining himself, and if there was any other way, I would respect his will. But those psychopathic people outside the room, they have the right to live and kill. Me and him, in this mess, are only weak. In order to survive, we must complete our bar mitzvah in front of others tonight.

I wiped away my tears, I must be a god, and I put my long shirt, which had slipped to one side, back on him. Then I put his arm on my shoulder, lifted him up, and moved step by step toward that humiliating bed. Buddha, you should see your disciple's devout heart, you should have mercy on him. He has done the invisibility that ordinary people cannot do. Please, any punishment is imposed on me, and I am willing to bear all the sins for him.

His body was heavy and his entire weight was almost all over my shoulder. We walked together, and our eyes floated beneath him, causing my heart to beat wildly, no matter how tough, under the influence of drugs he still had the same desire as an ordinary man. It's human nature, and Buddha can't erase it. At least tonight, let him be an ordinary man.

He lay on the bed, he couldn't help but fall beside me, still biting his lips, but his eyes kept following me for a moment, and his eyes poured out the extreme desire of ordinary men. I took a deep breath and reached out to undress. Han suit is simple, open the knot, my modern underwear shows up in front of him. My face burned so tight that my nose was sweating, my hands stopped, I really couldn't take it off anymore, not to mention that there were so many eyes staring evilly out of the diamond window.

His right hand was still holding the beads tight, and I wanted him to put them in the closet at the end of the bed. He didn't say anything, he was just dead, and only allowed me to wrap the beads around his wrist under my screaming persuasion.

He stood up on his side, opposite me, his pale grey eyes flashing and his struggling desire fluctuating like a watermark. He stroked my body with his hot hands, sliding all the way from my neck to my chest to my waist. I snagged his neck, licked the corner of his chewed mouth, slipped a little salt over the bottom of his tongue, and he hummed and suddenly lowered his head to cover my tongue, sucking it hard. Skinny body over me, breath disturbed.

The liquor in his mouth didn't smell good, I don't know how much they poured him. Can a man who has never been drunk, driven by alcohol and drugs, realize that I'm the one he's facing? I'm willing to believe that he still has a little clarity, and I'm willing to believe that it's because of me that he's willing to let his desires go. Otherwise, he won't have to go through with it.

I laughed bitterly and pulled back my sour thoughts. What's happening now, I'm still thinking about these impractical things. What I should consider is how to get him to break the precept as soon as possible. That's the only way people out of the window will let us go. Nay, but fear that those who have no faith will humiliate him in a more cruel way. He's been struggling for three days, exhausted, and needs to relax and rest.

Now that history has recorded that he has indeed broken the precept, it would be better if it were me instead of him and Azerbaijani. Love is selfish, so what if it changes history? All I know is that I love him, and in any case, I'm going to be the object of his broken ring. He'll regret it later, and so will I.

Thinking about it, I gave myself the courage to touch his back with my hands. Smooth, pliable skin with an inch of touching, feels the muscles under your hands getting tighter. His leg was covered in heat, and the arrow was already on the string. He tried to break through the door, but couldn't do anything about it, and his face appeared impatient.

He reached out and touched my underwear, pulling it a little hard, and I grabbed his hand quickly: "Don't worry, I'll do it. ”

My hands were all sweaty when I removed my underwear, I dared not look at him, my eyes closed, hoping he would end sooner.

It was cold, but half quiet. I opened my eyes and saw him half-pulled up, breathing heavily, his eyes disoriented and confused, yet hesitant and painful. Sigh, his stamina is so human, he's at this point, and his mind is still struggling with his physiological primitive response. I bit my lip, my hands peeled down and grabbed it gently. His face burned spicy, turns out the man here at this time is really hard as burnt charcoal.

He moaned uncontrollably, and the hesitation in his eyes disappeared completely, his eyes like fire, half kneeling between my legs, led by me to resist the most secret place. I close my eyes and the rest depends on his instincts. At the moment when it was penetrated, the heavens and the earth spinned, and people were torn in half by the raw, hurting so loudly, their eyes filled with tears. Trying to grab something to relieve the pain, but finding the seat underneath was too slippery, it wasn't easy to pinch your nails in, and you had to wait for that wave of pain to pass.

When he heard me scream, he suddenly stopped, stood up and looked at me, his chest fluctuated rapidly, the sweat on his forehead concentrated along his narrow face to his green chin, and dropped heavily on my chest. His eyes were still confused and his face was intolerant.

“I'm fine...” I forcibly held out my tears and swallowed my throat, barely pulling out my Ai Qing card silly smile. There is a faint hope in his heart, but I hope this smile will wake him up tomorrow with warm memories.

He didn't last long. At the top of the line, his shuddering voice shouted, "Ai Qing ~”

Too many tears were stored, orbits could not be carried, and rolled onto pillows. He remembers me all the time...

My eyes looked at the rooftop skylight, and the stars were bright and clear, but I saw the sky fall. Door-to-star shifts, thousands of years, we're connected at this moment. I have completed the transformation, not only from girls to women, but from this moment on, my soul is very close to you, I will not abandon...

He fell asleep in peace on his face. After three days, he can finally get some sleep. Touch his thin face and gently touch his elongated brows between his fingers, deep into the eye socket, tall nose beams and bright lips. This person I hold daily and nightly, is now lying beside me sleeping quietly. I didn't even have the courage to fantasize about this scene before...

I get up and put on my clothes, and the burning pain in my lower body makes it hard for me to move. A drop of blood has clotted on the seat and there is spotted blood on the inside of my thigh. Get out of bed with pain and walk to the door. Every step of the way leads to tearing wounds, no wonder almost all women use the same words for the first time.

Open the door and coldly say to the grinning men, "Now give me the blanket. ”