Mute Magic Stick

The high-minded monk who broke the precepts × the fragile and stubborn calabash dumb stick Feishu×Hangqin — He was given an excellent destiny and an excellent relationship with Buddha when he was born, which was so extraordinary, so he was also given a fateful calamity at the same time. He draws near because of calamity. Feishu: "He is my calamity." The action of turning the beads between the abbot's fingers paused. By chance, it will finally come: "Yes," the abbot walked over steadily. Looking at Feishu, who had been raised in front of him since he was a child and was taller than him, he reached out and took off the long string of beads hanging from Feishu's neck. The length of the beads reached to the abdomen. To Feishu now, it was like a Buddha's restraint: "Go." He also died due to disaster. The blood pool on the ground splashed everywhere due to Fei Shu's fall, and blood beads stained the screen. Feishu tried his best to suppress the increasingly violent trembling of his limbs, and reached out to touch Hang Qin's cheek, but due to the obstruction of the screen, he could not touch it now that he had no magic power. Only a string of blood marks was left on the screen. He even became a god due to the disaster. "Are you Feishu?" This is a question. Hang Qin's voice was trembling for the time being, as if he couldn't adapt to the reality of suddenly being able to speak and this voice. Hang Qin was making intimate gestures with Feishu in front of him. He had long hair straight down his waist and draped softly on his back. He was dressed in comfortable indigo and had a cold look when he wasn't smiling. He was similar but different from Feishu. Rather than saying that they are the same person, they are twins. Hang Qin is sure but not sure. Feisu's eyes turned cold for a moment, then returned to normal in an instant: "I'm not Feisu, then who am I?" "Who is it that I want to help you with?" Feishu pointed his fingertips at the place where Hang Qin was pressing against him. "Who is the one who uses your mouth? Who is the one who waits until you bite your lip and cry?" — *Short story Intention: