Born to Disappear

Chapter 34

If Xie Shaosheng is really the consciousness form of the Blue Flower Bell, it does not rule out the possibility that he is the consciousness of a certain immortal object. If it is true, then the reason why the memories and events in the painting and the past he saw are different can be answered.

Not because his memory has been manipulated so that it is different from reality, but because he is the consciousness of a spiritual object.

It seemed that everything as Yuan Qing said, he was not a servant of the God of war, but a certain immortal item belonging to the God.

Hualing was unable to hold himself back to sigh deeply. Knowing that you are neither God nor man is not a happy thing.

"Ah Qing, it seems that you are right. I am not His Majesty's servant." he said softly with a scornful smile.

Yuan Qing was speechless, waiting for Hualing to continue his words.

"It is not His Majesty's servant, but a spiritual object that has formed consciousness. That was why neither in the past events nor the memories of His Eternal Majesty Shui Xing were not Xue Hualing in them. Because the spiritual consciousness of an object cannot be seen until it forms a physical body. And ten thousand years is enough time to do that."

"Don't be sad, it's all just a guess." Yuan Qing got up from his place, approached Hualing then clasped in a hug. "Truely or not we'll know once we get to the origin of the eternal heart" he continued.

"The immortal heart is an object from the ninth heaven, and the only place it comes from is the rest of the ruins." He slowly let go of Yuan Qing's embrace then stood up, walking towards the open window. The fragrance of flowers caresses with the night wind.

"It is rumored that the immortal heart had been in the Sky sect for hundreds of years before, so it should be that the Sky sect knows where the ruins lie." Yuan Qing followed Hualing, standing beside the woman.

"That is a secret, the sky sect will definitely not divulge." It seemed that to discover the truth of his guesses still required a lot of time.

"We don't need a celestial sect to find him," a mischievous smile etched on Yuan Qing's lips, "did Ling'er forget this gift?" he continued by waving the beast skin scroll in his grasp.

"His Eternal Majesty's gift Shui Xing," like a heavy rain in the midst of a long drought, the map in Yuan Qing's hands re-established his hope of the hidden truth.

"Sok in the morning I'll ask the teacher for permission and we'll leave in the afternoon!" Hualing exclaimed happily. Due to the overwhelming happiness, without him noticing he had hugged Yuan Qing tightly. So tight as to bend to crush the bones. And Yuan Qing who was embraced, not only did not mind, but rejoiced in the heart.

Ling'er didn't refuse my embrace!

Ling'er is willing to lean back comfortably as I hug!

Ling'er hugged me with her own initiative!

Three sentences continued to spin in Yuan Qing's mind, replacing the important business that would be carried out tomorrow. Especially with a face that rubbed spoiled on his chest, as if his rationality was slowly eroded to the end.

"Ling'er, stop teasing me." Yuan Qing said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm not flirting, I'm just being happy!" Hualing answered cheerfully without knowing the dangers that might be lurking him. He still buried his face on Yuan Qing's chest, wiping it back and forth like a cat that wanted to be wiped away.

Yuan Qing watched the peak of Hualing's head, his irises turning red with a dangerous glint. Without warning he lifted Hualing like a sack. Take it on one shoulder then walk towards the bed with firm steps.

Gently Yuan Qing placed Hualing on the second bed, pressed her flat and captivated her lips with a butterfly kiss.

"Ah Qing!" Hualing. The black mane spread across the bed like a charming black halo. Yuan Qing took the pinch of black strands, brought them to his lips and gave a gentle peek. His face was red and hot. His heart was hammering as if banging on the chest cavity.

"Not shameless!" still with a red face. Hualing turned his face away, reluctant to see the young man who saw him like he was a prey.

"How can the accusation be laid upon my head? Isn't it Ling'er who teased first?" her lips moved, dancing on the open neck of Hualing's level.

"I don't!" Hualing denied it out loud. Although both hands grasped the bed until the knuckles turned white, in his heart there was no reluctance. There was only an unusual anticipation.

Shouldn't I fight with all my might?

"Ah Qing, stop." her lips said to stop, but her hands moved without command to grab onto Yuan Qing.

"Ling'er, even your body is very honest. So why are your lips so naughty?" yuan Qing's lips that formed a line of smiles were now dancing on Hualing's bare shoulders. Light pecking, as light as a sweep of butterfly wings.

"It's I don't know!' he said full of dissatisfaction, as if he had been pierced so pitifully.

Yuan Qing straightened his body, looking at Hualing who was lying down with a red face and tears hanging on the fertilizer. The girl's face flushed to her neck and ears. His thin shoulders were revealed on one side, faint red traces scattered like rose prints.

"Why is Ling'er so stubborn and still disowned?" Like a disgruntled little boy, Yuan Qing said in a sulking tone.

"If Ling'er still isn't willing to confess, don't blame me for not being compassionate." As it flipped the palm, as quickly as that too Yuan Qing's expression changed. Without waiting for Hualing's response, he sealed the girl's lips while his hand removed Hualing's belt. Irregular clothing loses its last grip, sliding on both sides of the shoulder.

"Ah Qing!" Hualing knew he should have refused, but his body disobeyed his brain. His heart did not obey his rationality. If he let his heart be honest, one small corner hoped these dangerous things would continue.

Hualing's heart skipped a beat, his entire body feeling hot even though the air tonight was so cold. Even when his last defense was in disarray, he still did not want to open his mouth.

If he didn't want it, wouldn't it be so easy to resist? He just had to answer, whether it was genuine or fake and these things would not go on.

"Ling'er still doesn't want to confess? Then I assume you agree to it." he said with a wry smile. His face displayed an infinite look of understanding, but his hands were moving wildly. Sweeps the skin gently, leaving a warm trail at every touch.

Hualing felt his body like water with a scattered red hue, lacking the strength to resist. Her lips were swollen, open with breath. Low moans and screeches occasionally escape the damp lips.

"Ling'er, love you so much. You're not resisting this time, so don't reject me the next day, okay?" between her eyes that were blurred by tears, Hualing saw Yuan Qing's pleading gaze. The man's voice was very soft, pleading with him without restraint.

"Ah Qing!" Hualing did not know how to answer, his mind was blank. Both hands raised, coiling around Yuan Qing's neck. Pulling the man closer, grabbed him tightly.

Hualing did not know why, but answering Zhang Junqing's confusion was like answering his own confusion. It was as if there was no more mist covering his heart, blurring his gaze. He didn't know when it had started, but Hualing knew this sense would continue.

"Love Ah Qing!" he said softly beside Yuan Qing's ear, blowing a warm breath in his red ear.

A playful roar attached Yuan Qing's face while her lips displayed a smile. "Ling'er has given me the answer, it seems that everything must be stopped at this moment." His words were answered with a tighter grip.

"I can't stop?" Yuan Qing asked insincerely. Her tone was so relaxed as if she was willing, but her hands did not stop stroking the soft part of Hualing. Making the second one redder, the part that no one else has touched is now being played. "Since Ling'er asked for it, how could I refuse!" he said, accompanied by a loud screech Hualing.