Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1287 No luck with women

We were very happy to hear that the monk wanted to tell us a story, so we followed the monk into the temple. This monk was perhaps a little strange in his handsome appearance, or perhaps I saw that the monk was a little too handsome, and might not look like a real man. When I thought of this, I was actually a little stunned. What does this mean? Is this an abnormal existence? Shouldn't he enter the palace to be a eunuch instead of coming here to be a monk? Later, I thought that Tang Seng seemed to be like this because of watching TV dramas, so I didn't think much about it. After entering the temple, I saw that it was very clean. Although it is a place for meditation, it is extremely tidy and there is no laziness here. It seems that someone has been working hard here and living here silently. After that, the story begins. The monk said: "A long, long time ago, this place was a deserted place. No one had ever been here, and there was no little monk like today. Before, there was only a servant under the royal nobles. This servant was both a servant and a guard. He was a close servant. How could a servant dare to have any feelings for his master? After all, they were two grown men. Sometimes these things are really strange and coincidental. Things that were impossible in this life actually happened. Maybe all this is a bad fate. Maybe all this should not have good causes and good results. How many bad results can accumulate? But if he had a dream and returned to that day, maybe the little monk would make a new choice, go back to the road he took, and stay with his lover forever. Maybe I will walk to that road again and meet my lover, even if I can't hug or kiss. But in the snowy world, nothing is dirty, everything will be washed clean by the snow. When I am there, no one can say that it is wrong, and no one can say that it is not good. There are only the envy and praise of others, and the expectations of others. Everyone shows expectant eyes, and no one takes a completely different path. The beginning of the story still has to start from 30 years ago. Maybe 30 years ago, some people didn't believe it, but there are many things I understand. Once I experience it twice, there is a big problem in this world. A group of people come here and wreak havoc. In my eyes, it is not What savior, but a troublemaker. Anyway, the love that I should have had was gone. Although when I say these words now, you always think that the person I say love to is a woman, but I tell you honestly that it is not, but a man. It is true that there should not be love between men, but this is indeed a fact that cannot be changed. There is indeed love, and the key is that I love him very much, but no matter whether you can accept it or not, this has become a fact that no one can change. For so many years, we should have been together forever, and we should have waited for the boy’s parents to come back, but we didn’t expect that because of the arrival of a group of people, this tranquility was broken, and the child fell into reincarnation again, and fell into the step of choosing a family again. He did not take the previous path. I thought waiting again would yield results, but it ultimately didn't. We were separated, completely separated. The shattered peace was, of course, followed by a storm. There was no snow, no peace and cleanliness. All that remained was the smell of wind and rain mixed with mud and sand, wet and sticky, filling our ears and noses with that scent. While a sniff of it might make us feel better when we're sad, and perhaps bring a different kind of relief when we have a headache, the smell of it when nothing else matters is deeply offensive and irritating. I don't like rainy days, so I silently endured it all. After saying all this, the monk then claimed he had no luck with women and admitted he was gay. I wondered if a monk could have such a relationship? Could he still be gay? He thought I was incredibly unworldly and shook his head helplessly, saying he was indeed gay. He couldn't influence the genes his parents had given him, and he couldn't change them. Finally, I was helpless and could only nod silently, hoping his words were true. But I also connected everything he said to the previous incident.