Faraway Wanderers

Gradually, The waxy yellow-green color of his skin was slowly washed away, and his lower jaw seemed as though a layer of meat has been shorn away as he peeled off something that Wen Kexing had never seen before, and the bony, shortcut-profile as if it has been chiseled by a knife was revealed.

Wen Kexing held his breath unconsciously, watching his deft fingers remove the disguise on his face

Unlike the little master who smiles like a flower in Luoyang City, or the popular, powdered beauty of the brothel upstairs in Dongting, this was a man's face, here there was no color but black and white-pale and gaunt cheeks, lips were as thin as a line and bloodless, the hollows beneath his brow was very deep, his thick eyelashes half-covering his weighty, startling eyes, eyes like thick, rich ink.

Yes, in that instant, Wen Kexing could only think of such description-thick, rich ink. in those eyes, there seemed to be a coalesced black that wouldn't diffuse. Only when the angle changed, did a barely-there reserved luster flow over them.

He suddenly discovered that even if the other person had kept his disguise on for his lifetime, but in his mind, he was always envisioning that Zhou Zishu should look like this. Seeing now that he looks exactly like his imagination, it was like ... He's known him for a long, long time.

Wen Kexing swallowed involuntary, opening his mouth to say, A-Xu

Zhou Zishu made a distracted "um" of acknowledgment, wiping the last it of disguise on his face. After wearing this thing for so long He had almost thought of it as his own face, and wiping it off so suddenly threw him off a little instead. originally, he had intended to live with this face, but Who would have known that he would have to change masks every two or three weeks from now on?

He was instantly in a bad mood again

Wen Kexing, wetting his lips, murmured, Have ... I ever mentioned that I like men?

Zhou Zishu glanced at him briefly with an expression that conveyed " bullshit, do you really think I didn't know that" then, as if he thinks of something, took out a human skin mask from his robes, and lobbed it at Wen Kexing commanding: if you don't want to keep running into troubles, put it.

That human skin mask was of good craftsmanship, and if this has been any other time, Wen Kexing would have examined it with great interest, now, however, he didn't even glance at it, only starting at Zhou Zishu, his tone severe and serious as he said: Is this your attempt at seducing me?

Having lived for so long, Zhou Zishu perceived himself as a man through and through, from head to toe, and had never experienced another man flirting with him with such a lecherous gaze and serious tone. He was of a constant opinion that if Wen Kexing had no problem with his eyesight. In it must be a problem with his heart-either it was missing two holes, or that it was far to open, otherwise why would he forgo pestering those pretty lasses and lads milling about on the streets, in favor of badgering him specifically to disgust him for his own entertainment?

Thus he ignored him, extracting another human skin mask to put on as he kept walking.

Witnessing the transform of a handsome man into a shifty-looking, slant-eyed, middle-aged man like the great shift of heaven and earth, Wen Kexing felt his innards somersault with it, and desperately yearned to dunk his face in the water and rinse his eyes clean. The sight in front of him was catastrophically tragic, and he cried, It hurts the eyes too much, swap it for another!

As he spoke, he reached out to do it for him, helping him to tear it off.

Zhou Zishu sends a fist hurtling toward Wen Kexing's clavicle, yet Wen Kexing didn't duck or dodge it. Not intended to actually cripple him,

Zhou Zishu abruptly shifted his fist two inches upward, grazing Wen Kexing's shoulder, but Wen Kexing took this opportunity to grab his arm and said with a wild smile, " Hey, let's discuss things, I see that you are also single, so how about the two of us make do with each other?

When he spoke, he always had that cheeky grin, his eyes curved, as if he was purposely preventing others from reading the look in his eyes, or as if he was deliberately preventing others from knowing whether he meant it or not, Zhou Zishu Asked, annoyed, What would I want you for?"

Wen Kexing approached him, raised Zhou Zishu's hand to the height of his own jaw, and gently rubbed his hand with the tip of his chin, and then he waited for Zhou Zishu to snatch his hand away, as goosebumps rose all over his body, he suddenly shot his hands-on Zhou Zishu's face, and took the mask off, and tossed it to one side, lowering his voice to ask, What do you think?

Zhou Zishu rolled his eyes, looked at Wen Kexing for a moment without expression, and suddenly laughed. The pale parts of his face were far too pale, the striking regions were too deep, always giving off an impression of cold-heartedness, only when he smiled that his brows relaxed, lines appeared by the corners of his mouth, and a faint color surfaced on his pale lips, but for some unknown reason, he came off as slightly adorable. Following suit, This lovely man also lowered his voice, and asked him in reply with a pause after each word, Keep you, so that I can slaughter you for meat when a famine hits?

When his low voice like a whisper sounded by his ear, Wen Kexing's hair stood on its end. Before he could understand what Zhou Zishu said, he suffered a hard kick, his weakened knees nearly pitching him face-first onto the ground. Zhou ZiShu strode away from him, fishing another human skin mask and put it on this one that was uglier than the previous, was unsightly enough to anger the heavens.

He swaggers away smugly.

Gradually, The waxy yellow-green color of his skin was slowly washed away, and his lower jaw seemed as though a layer of meat has been shorn away as he peeled off something that Wen Kexing had never seen before, and the bony, shortcut-profile as if it has been chiseled by a knife was revealed.

Wen Kexing held his breath unconsciously, watching his deft fingers remove the disguise on his face

Unlike the little master who smiles like a flower in Luoyang City, or the popular, powdered beauty of the brothel upstairs in Dongting, this was a man's face, here there was no color but black and white-pale and gaunt cheeks, lips were as thin as a line and bloodless, the hollows beneath his brow was very deep, his thick eyelashes half-covering his weighty, startling eyes, eyes like thick, rich ink.

Yes, in that instant, Wen Kexing could only think of such description-thick, rich ink. in those eyes, there seemed to be a coalesced black that wouldn't diffuse. Only when the angle changed, did a barely-there reserved luster flow over them.

He suddenly discovered that even if the other person had kept his disguise on for his lifetime, but in his mind, he was always envisioning that Zhou Zishu should look like this. Seeing now that he looks exactly like his imagination, it was like ... He's known him for a long, long time.

Wen Kexing swallowed involuntary, opening his mouth to say, A-Xu

Zhou Zishu made a distracted "um" of acknowledgment, wiping the last it of disguise on his face. After wearing this thing for so long He had almost thought of it as his own face, and wiping it off so suddenly threw him off a little instead. originally, he had intended to live with this face, but Who would have known that he would have to change masks every two or three weeks from now on?

He was instantly in a bad mood again

Wen Kexing, wetting his lips, murmured, Have ... I ever mentioned that I like men?

Zhou Zishu glanced at him briefly with an expression that conveyed " bullshit, do you really think I didn't know that" then, as if he thinks of something, took out a human skin mask from his robes, and lobbed it at Wen Kexing commanding: if you don't want to keep running into troubles, put it.

That human skin mask was of good craftsmanship, and if this has been any other time, Wen Kexing would have examined it with great interest, now, however, he didn't even glance at it, only starting at Zhou Zishu, his tone severe and serious as he said: Is this your attempt at seducing me?

Having lived for so long, Zhou Zishu perceived himself as a man through and through, from head to toe, and had never experienced another man flirting with him with such a lecherous gaze and serious tone. He was of a constant opinion that if Wen Kexing had no problem with his eyesight. In it must be a problem with his heart-either it was missing two holes, or that it was far to open, otherwise why would he forgo pestering those pretty lasses and lads milling about on the streets, in favor of badgering him specifically to disgust him for his own entertainment?

Thus he ignored him, extracting another human skin mask to put on as he kept walking.

Witnessing the transform of a handsome man into a shifty-looking, slant-eyed, middle-aged man like the great shift of heaven and earth, Wen Kexing felt his innards somersault with it, and desperately yearned to dunk his face in the water and rinse his eyes clean. The sight in front of him was catastrophically tragic, and he cried, It hurts the eyes too much, swap it for another!

As he spoke, he reached out to do it for him, helping him to tear it off.

Zhou Zishu sends a fist hurtling toward Wen Kexing's clavicle, yet Wen Kexing didn't duck or dodge it. Not intended to actually cripple him,

Zhou Zishu abruptly shifted his fist two inches upward, grazing Wen Kexing's shoulder, but Wen Kexing took this opportunity to grab his arm and said with a wild smile, " Hey, let's discuss things, I see that you are also single, so how about the two of us make do with each other?

When he spoke, he always had that cheeky grin, his eyes curved, as if he was purposely preventing others from reading the look in his eyes, or as if he was deliberately preventing others from knowing whether he meant it or not, Zhou Zishu Asked, annoyed, What would I want you for?"

Wen Kexing approached him, raised Zhou Zishu's hand to the height of his own jaw, and gently rubbed his hand with the tip of his chin, and then he waited for Zhou Zishu to snatch his hand away, as goosebumps rose all over his body, he suddenly shot his hands-on Zhou Zishu's face, and took the mask off, and tossed it to one side, lowering his voice to ask, What do you think?

Zhou Zishu rolled his eyes, looked at Wen Kexing for a moment without expression, and suddenly laughed. The pale parts of his face were far too pale, the striking regions were too deep, always giving off an impression of cold-heartedness, only when he smiled that his brows relaxed, lines appeared by the corners of his mouth, and a faint color surfaced on his pale lips, but for some unknown reason, he came off as slightly adorable. Following suit, This lovely man also lowered his voice, and asked him in reply with a pause after each word, Keep you, so that I can slaughter you for meat when a famine hits?

When his low voice like a whisper sounded by his ear, Wen Kexing's hair stood on its end. Before he could understand what Zhou Zishu said, he suffered a hard kick, his weakened knees nearly pitching him face-first onto the ground. Zhou ZiShu strode away from him, fishing another human skin mask and put it on this one that was uglier than the previous, was unsightly enough to anger the heavens.

He swaggers away smugly.

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