The Holy See has an enduring seasonal activity - baptism in winter.

On the day of the Birthday, the vast believers, under the command of the priests, chiseled a frozen river, took off their cold clothes, jumped into the water to swim in winter and be baptized, so as to show that their devout faith is not afraid of challenges.

While the Holy See was still in the warm-climate holy city, the event had thousands of participants.

But when the Holy See moved to the polar lands, the cold and harsh temperatures turned the activity into a terrible death experience.

On the long extreme night, the low temperature of minus forty degrees Celsius requires piety and courage to jump into the ice water, while climbing up alive requires a strong body and unyielding will.

Baptism in winter is no longer open to ordinary believers, but the meditative orders in the Holy See are still practicing. These ascetic disciples smashed a hundred-meter-long river on the ice lake, and at the end of the river bank is a huge ice sculpture cross.

All were ready, and they were under the cross at the end of the river, waiting for the new disciples to complete this test and become one of them.

In the water, the extreme coldness is enough to extinguish all the chaotic desires in the soul.

Keep it with the body tempered by hard training, keep it with the will watered by pious faith, and move towards the end in the darkness and coldness, in the pain of muscle freezing and paralysis!

The sixteen-year-old Ning Zhou finished the journey.

The moment he surfaced, a thin layer of frost was immediately covered with a thin layer of frost between his hair and his eyelashes.

He was naked on his upper body, and the water droplets had frozen into ice before they could slide along the muscles and skin.

He raised his head and looked at the majestic and majestic ice sculpture cross on the ice shore. It was very cold. In the distance, the sky at the extreme night was filled with green aurora, which was both beautiful and desolate, but it was also cold.

The ice and snow surrounded the pure land that had no place; the ice and frost covered his flesh and blood.

At that moment, he thought that there was no desire to resist such coldness.

But he was wrong.

……………………

"Come here." Qi Leren hooked Ning Zhou.

Ning Zhou sat over silently.

"Come on a little longer." Qi Leren hooked up again.

Ning Zhou looked at the gap between the two in embarrassment that no longer existed, and he could no longer move forward.

Qi Leren also realized this, so he changed his posture.

He took off the luxurious and beautiful fur coat on his body, revealing the thin clothes under the cloak. He knelt down and helped Ning Zhou untied the cloak.

The slender white fingers jumped on the uncomplicated knots, like flying poisonous butterflies. Every time they flapped their wings, a few strands of butterfly's scale powder shook into the air, and the charming powder silently eroded people's reason.

He got too close and fell on Ning Zhou's cheeks with a warm breath, making his skin flushed.

From Ning Zhou's perspective, the succubus lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and under his thick eyelashes were the eyes reflected by the bonfire fire.

The fire, the warm fire, burned from the brown eyes of the succubus, to his heart that was jumping faster and faster, and he could no longer deceive himself.

He was in a state of mind.

Twelve hours ago, he just opened his diary.

He only met Qi Leren six hours ago.

Like seven years later, he fell head-on into the same sweet trap, hopeless.

No, maybe even more hopeless.

Because he knew from the beginning that Qi Leren was a man like him.

He was full of vigilance, wary, and cautiously resisted, trying to escape, but what's the use? He couldn't convince his heart to speed up the beating of a strange lover who had been reunited for a long time.

As long as he follows his heart, he will always fall for love.

After taking off his cloak, Qi Leren looked at Ning Zhou's broken arm with distress and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

Ning Zhou shook his head.

Qi Leren smiled, with a little reluctant smile: "Look down."

Ning Zhou lowered his head obediently.

Qi Leren had to stand up to help him untie the bandage in his left eye, so Ning Zhou smelled the fragrance emitted from his neck, like the smell of coffee, but it was mixed with the natural breath of plants and trees. He restrained himself and did not greedily ask for these breaths, but there was some desire in his body that was burning silently, burning more and more vigorously.

...

The bandage was unbuttoned layer by layer, and Ning Zhou closed his eyes.

...

A warm hand touched his blind left eye. His fingertips were soft and there was no cocoon left by training, which made Ning Zhou feel incredible.

Is this body the new incarnation of his creation? Or is it because he holds the origin of rebirth?

He tried hard to keep his thinking on these serious issues, but from the warmth that permeated Qi Leren's fingertips, he could no longer think.

He closed his eyes and felt the source of rebirth flowing through his eyes, along his bloodlines and bones, warming his cold body bit by bit. He seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, and could only sigh with satisfaction.

Qi Leren suddenly felt cold.

The rebirth source in his body seemed to be injected into a black hole. The bottomless abyss devoured his power, but it was useless. He frowned, unwilling to give up hope, and poured the power from the source into Ning Zhou.

Still in vain.

He has cured many people in the past three years. Some have blinded their eyes and lost their ears, some have lost their arms and legs, and some have only one breath left. But as long as he takes action, he will always cure others well because he has the origin of rebirth.

But now, he can't cure his lover.

Qi Leren gritted his teeth and continued with anger. It seemed that something was devouring him in Ning Zhou's body, asking him greedily. He seemed to be feeding an insatiable beast. No matter how much he gave, "he" wanted more.

They were in a stalemate, and the Qile people redirected their power from the half-domain and invested it at any cost. As this huge force was withdrawn, the dune palace in the half-domain first appeared strangely - in the tower of the sky decorated with white crystal windows, the sun began to dim; in the lush green world, the tropical plants and trees gradually withered; the waterfalls and springs slowly dried up, and the comfortable animals felt the signs of doomsday and let out an uneasy cry.

It was necessary to stop, and Qileren realized that something was wrong.

Another Ning Zhou began to lose control.

Even though Ning Zhou in front of him was just a young man who had returned to the age of eighteen, he seemed harmless. However, Ning Zhou, who was trapped in the blood sacrifice, had already stood at the peak of the realm level, with the power to crush most of the demon world, and he was on the verge of madness.

Qi Le people overestimated their abilities. To use their meager strength to satisfy such a demon king, it is like Jingwei filling the sea and hitting a chariot with a mantis arm.

But it was too late to escape now. He was firmly grasped by the power deep in Ning Zhou's consciousness, like an ignorant bird, standing foolishly on the shoulders of human beings, kissing the human cheeks affectionately, and only when he came to his senses did he realize that he was in the cage.

In the dark, he seemed to be kissed, touched, and played with by someone. The power of that person was so terrible that with a slight pinch, his fragile body would be cut off.

Ning Zhou would not hurt him, so Qi Leren believed it.

But what if Ning Zhou goes crazy?

This horrible thought flashed through Qi Leren's mind. This was the possibility that he least wanted to see or believe.

The origin of rebirth has been exhausted and is being overdrawn. Qi Leren is trembling all over and his face is pale and bloodless.

In half of the realm, the Dune Palace is rapidly declining and shaking. In just a moment, this dreamy and magnificent tower of miracles will collapse in the sea of ​​sand.

Deep in consciousness, Qi Leren got lost in the darkness. He seemed to be walking on an ice field, exhausted because he lost, fell to the ground and couldn't stand up.

Something ahead was calling him and seducing him to spy on it.

It is not beautiful, but it exudes the malice of desire. Under the abyss of human nature, things that are firmly restrained by reason and cannot be illuminated by the qualities of light: greed, domination, evil desire, destruction...

Someone took his hand and gently pulled him up: "Go back. Don't go forward."

"What is ahead?" Qi Leren asked.

The man who helped him stroked his cheek, touched his lips with his thumb, hungry and thirsty, like a kiss that was still unfulfilled: "It's the ones I don't want you to see."

"What?" Qi Leren asked.

That person was silent.

"I want to see everything about you." Qi Leren said stubbornly.

"Let's go back. Look at me at the age of eighteen, okay?" the man asked gently.

The man also learned to be cunning. Instead of waiting for Qi Leren's answer, he leaned over and gave him a kiss, which was so sweet that it was forgetful.

At first, Qi Leren was still resisting because he was angry, but his lover carefully pleased him, rubbed his lips, and apologized with a gentle kiss.

Until Qi Leren opened his mouth so dizzy that he suddenly changed his tone.

...

"Ning...uh...don't kiss, um...Ning Zhou? Stop!"

Qi Leren struggled to squeeze out a sound other than breathing from the passionate kiss that was about to burn his rationality, but the dream in the sea of ​​consciousness was too hot and they couldn't tell.

It was not until Qi Leren touched Ning Zhou's left arm in the dark that he felt like winter was pushed into the glacier, and the cold extinguished the hot fire of love.

He pushed Ning Zhou away, panting.

He touched Ning Zhou's left arm as if he was checking his precious treasure, and then touched his left eye in disbelief, which was incomplete.

"Your body is also injured? No, the Blood Sacrifice will transfer the incarnation's wound to the body, so why are you injured on both sides?" Qi Leren forced him to ask.

Ning Zhou, as always, responded to questions he did not want to answer with silence.

"How can I cure you?" Qi Leren asked sadly.

The world in consciousness began to collapse gradually, and was unexpectedly beautiful - the dark sky above their heads and the cold ice fields under their feet gradually turned into flying petals.
To be continued...