Yan Qing was still in a state of confusion, but when he heard Xie Shiyi opening the bottle, he suddenly became clear-headed. He stretched out his hand, grasped Xie Shiyi's shoulder with trembling fingertips, and said angrily: "That's not how you practice!"
Xie Shiyi really stopped what he was doing, leaned over Yan Qing, looked at him, and asked in a very soft voice: "Well, how do we practice?"
Yan Qing choked. He regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. He had no idea where the problem occurred. How could the initiative be lost just like that
Yan Qing was pressed down by him, holding his wrist. A few strands of Xie Shiyi's hair fell on his chest, making him feel a little itchy.
The moment their eyes met, Yan Qing saw the undisguised desire in Xie Shiyi's eyes, and the words "try again another day" came to his lips but he swallowed them back.
Yan Qing tightened her grip on his shoulders a little, her face flushed as she said, "Let's change positions first."
Xie Shiyi chuckled.
"good."
He let go of her hand and stood up lazily.
Yan Qing sat up on the ground, escaping from the atmosphere of being completely controlled by Xie Shiyi, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked up, he found Xie Shiyi leaning against the wall, looking at him with a smile on his lips. His long black hair was a little sweaty, and against his cold face, his eyebrows and eyes were full of restraint, but his eyes seemed to be smiling, and the evil desire that could not be concealed seemed to burn his skin inch by inch, like a beast waiting for an opportunity.
Depend on.
Yan Qing cursed inwardly, then rushed over again and covered Xie Shiyi's eyes with his hands.
"You are not allowed to look."
Xie Shiyi's eyelashes fluttered in his palm, he uttered "oh" softly, and then closed his eyes.
Yan Qing looked at the obedient and well-behaved lady in front of him, lowered his head to look at the opened bottle and the feather on the ground, and began to recall the pornographic books he had read.
This was their first time, he didn't want Xie Shiyi to get hurt, and wanted to give him the best experience.
Yan Qing picked up the feather, thought hard for a while, and then used it to sweep Xie Shiyi's lips.
The smell of the pets on the feathers is very strong, and it feels slightly itchy when scratched on the lips.
Xie Shiyi turned his head away because he really couldn't help laughing. He opened his eyes, his dark eyes were full of tenderness, but his mouth spoke lazily.
"Yan Qing, do you really want to try it with me, or are you just trying to make me laugh?"
"..." Yan Qing poked his face hard with the end of the feather, sat on his lap and threatened: "Don't laugh!"
Xie Shiyi raised her hands and hugged his waist, pressing him firmly on her legs, and said softly: "No talking, no looking, no laughing. Yan Qing, don't you think your request is a bit too much?"
Yan Qing also felt that he had too many things to do, but now he was in the lead, so he had to be strong even if he was not right, and said fiercely: "Did I tell you to stop talking?!"
Xie Shiyi looked at his sparkling peach blossom eyes without blinking and said "Oh".
Yan Qing followed the path Xie Shiyi had just taken, using the feather to stroke from Xie Shiyi's lips to his Adam's apple and then across his chest.
While he was using the feather, he kept secretly looking at Xie Shiyi's expression, and then he found out... Xie Shiyi was not aroused by him at all! The lust in Xie Shiyi's eyes was there from the beginning, without him having to do anything. He used the feather to tease her for a long time, but the lust did not deepen or become stronger. Xie Shiyi just looked at him with interest, without any of the "blushing heartbeat" or "soft as a puddle of water" in the book.
"… "
Yan Qing looked at the feather in his hand in disbelief: What a low-quality thing
Yan Qing didn't expect that even after changing his position, he would still be in a difficult situation.
Xie Shiyi looked at his eyes which were as red as rosy clouds and his frustrated and depressed look, and couldn't bear it, so he gently grasped Yan Qing's wrist with his other hand.
Xie Shiyi told him: "My sensitive spot is not here."
Yan Qing: “Ah?”
Xie Shiyi smiled: "You prepared so much, do you want to make me happy?"
Yan Qing has given up on himself?: "Yes."
It's not like he is completely ignorant of love. If he really wants to do it, he can just take off his clothes and go straight in.
But what's the point of that?!
—Because he cherishes her too much and is too afraid that he might not do well, he pays special attention to Xie Shiyi's feelings during foreplay.
I have learned so many postures and read so many books.
After all the hard work, Xie Shiyi thought he was making him laugh?!
Yan Qing was so angry when he got here that he opened his mouth and bit Xie Shiyi's shoulder to vent his anger.
Xie Shiyi groaned. Although he didn't know what Yan Qing was angry about, he hugged Yan Qing and let him bite him. He smiled and patiently explained, "I practiced the ruthless way for a hundred years, and I was born with a glass heart. In fact, these are useless to me."
Xie Shiyi’s fingers touched the corner of his eye.
"Compared to these, Yan Qing, your expression just now made me feel something more."
Yan Qing bit his collarbone and stopped moving all of a sudden.
Xie Shiyi stroked his smooth and delicate back: "You want to make me happy, and I want to make you happy."
Otherwise, I wouldn't have resisted my desire and kept playing with him.
Xie Shiyi leaned close to his ear and whispered coaxingly, "Do you want to leave it to me next?"
Yan Qing has more or less given up on treatment now. "So what they said about you being pure and having few desires is true."
Xie Shiyi laughed: "It's fake."
Yan Qing's fingers were still gripping his shoulders, and she said faintly: "Then why did you not respond after I teased you for such a long time?!"
Xie Shiyi said: "Can't you feel my reaction?"
Yan Qing: “…”
Yan Qing: "This? It doesn't count! This was before I teased you? Right! This is not what I'm talking about?!"
Xie Shiyi nodded and chuckled: "You also know that it has been up for a long time, ah?"
Yan Qing felt guilty and pretended not to hear.
Xie Shiyi asked patiently, "What reaction do you want me to have?"
Yan Qing was so angry when she thought of his words "Are you making me laugh?" She stood up slightly, put her hands on the sides of Xie Shiyi's body, and said coldly: "Cry and show me."
Xie Shiyi smiled and asked, "You want to hear me cry?"
Yan Qing said nastily: "You even want to cry? You can't cry?"
Xie Shiyi's hand slid down his smooth back, and he leaned over and kissed Yan Qing on the chest.
"I really can't. Qingqing, please show me a demonstration first."
Later, Yan Qing did give a very good demonstration.
The feather that he considered to be a "bad thing" also proved itself again.
"… "
Yan Qing had never paid attention to what the lower-rankers were supposed to do when he read books before, so before he started, he held Xie Shiyi's arm tightly with his fingers. Although he was already panting and limp due to the feathers, he still forced himself to stay awake. He was both expectant and nervous.
"No matter what you do later, you have to ask me first, okay?!"
Xie Shiyi: “Okay.”
Yan Qing didn't dare to make any loud noise, because it was too embarrassing to be made to cry on his territory!
So he bit his lip and tried hard to suppress it.
Xie Shiyi was afraid that he would hurt himself, so he said, "I have set up a barrier, so they can't hear anything."
Yan Qing relaxed a little, but he still couldn't get over the hurdle of wanting to save face.
Xie Shiyi: "Didn't you say at the beginning that you really liked this kind of sound?"
Yan Qing: “…” I didn’t think at first that it was me who cried!
Xie Shiyi chuckled: "Cry it out, ma'am. I like it. I want to hear it."
Xie Shiyi finally made him cry.
By midnight, Yan Qing felt that his body was no longer his own. Even though Xie Shiyi carried him to the bathtub and gently washed him, he still felt that his waist could not stand up and his calves were numb. He lay quietly in Xie Shiyi's arms and finally fell asleep.
The long black hair fell on the flushed face, and the eyelashes cast a small shadow.
Xie Shiyi was not asleep. He put one arm around Yan Qing's waist and used the other hand to lift the hair away from his face.
The bright pearl on the wall of the sky casts a faint light.
After Xie Shiyi was satisfied, the lust in his eyes was still there, but Yan Qing had already fallen into a semi-conscious and semi-asleep state.
He groped Yan Qing's waist with his fingers, feeling the subtle but unusually attractive curve there, and whispered: "If I continue now and wake you up, will you be angry?"
After saying that, he smiled again and kissed Yan Qing's nose.
"Go to sleep, darling."
Yan Qing had never slept so deeply before. After a period of intimacy, his strength was drained, his mind was empty, and he temporarily abandoned everything. He felt that he was being held tightly in someone's arms, with a familiar breath at the tip of his nose, listening to Xie Shiyi's breathing and heartbeat.
The whole person feels like being planted in soft cotton, completely relaxed. An overly comfortable and satisfying environment will make people's minds unvigilant.
Is Yan Qing dreaming
This dream was completely different from the previous ones. He dreamed about his life in modern times. When he was three years old, his parents died in a car accident and his uncle became his guardian.
His uncle and aunt were very kind to him, but the relationship between people is very strange. Sometimes one person tries his best to be enthusiastic, and the other tries his best to be sensible, but it makes the atmosphere more and more awkward.
In fact, his uncle is very nice, and his aunt is also very nice, but Yan Qing has been feeling empty in his heart since he woke up from the hospital bed, and he feels detached from the world.
No one can fill that kind of loneliness. Yan Qing moved out after going to school. He was very popular in school and had many friends. He seemed to have everything going for him, but he was always alone on his way home by bike.
The long years have made this loneliness seem to be tainted with the scent of rain. Wet, cold, and lingering.
Yan Qing is detached from the world. Only during the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day when he stands in front of his parents' graves, does he feel a sense of security that dust has returned to dust.
But it often rains on Qingming Festival.
Once it rains, Yan Qing's mood will become particularly low again.
Raindrops fell on the tip of his nose, and the coolness penetrated into his soul. As a teenager, he always looked back subconsciously, not knowing what he was looking for.
I can't find anything.
He turned his head, his dark eyes reflecting only the endless green grass and the silent stone tablet.
"Thank you for your help."
Yan Qing woke up from his dream with a start, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back. He opened his eyes and found that it was still midnight.
Yuancheng is adjacent to the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and there is always the sound of wind at night.
It was bitterly cold outside, but warm and cozy inside the house.
Xie Shiyi was lying beside him, with his arms tightly locked around his waist.
They had just made love and were now in a very affectionate mood, but because of this bizarre dream, Yan Qing just felt sad.
"Xie Shiyi." He called out softly again. Then he buried his head in Xie Shiyi's arms and gently grasped his collar with his fingers.
Smelling the familiar scent, Yan Qing finally came out of his dream.
Xie Shiyi was a light sleeper to begin with, and after reaching the Spirit Transformation Stage, he became one with the world and could completely control his sleepiness. He would have woken up long ago after being awakened by Yan Qing's little action.
His fingers touched the skin of Yan Qing's waist, and he felt Yan Qing's breath tickling him. He couldn't help but chuckle, with a tone of laziness after being satisfied. He laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to react like this when you woke up."
Yan Qing was a little stunned, that dream left a deep impression on him, that quiet loneliness. Now, whispering to Xie Shiyi, listening to his playful and gentle tone, Yan Qing felt confused and couldn't explain the feelings in his heart.
Yan Qing laughed.
"You're still trying to guess how I'd react?"
"Well, I thought you would be angry for a while." Xie Shiyi kissed his forehead and said, "Tell me, what did you dream about?"
Yan Qing was not surprised that Xie Shiyi noticed that something was wrong with him.
"Yaoyao, tell me, why did you go to the Rejuvenation Sect?"
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "Go investigate Zixiao."
Yan Qing shook his head and said, "No, think about it again. There must be other reasons. You don't need to take action personally in Zixiao's matter."
Xie Shiyi was silent for a moment, then chuckled: "You are right, maybe it was destiny's guidance. I felt at that time that I had to go to the Huichun Sect."
Yan Qing asked doubtfully, "Guidance from destiny?"
"Yeah." Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and took the initiative to mention his retreat to Yan Qing for the first time.
"The day I came out of retreat, the snow stopped. The wind and snow had been falling in Xiaoyu Palace for ten thousand years, and that was the only time I saw the snow stop. This made me feel a little uneasy, and when I heard the three words "Huichun Sect", this feeling deepened. I didn't like this feeling, so I went there myself."
Yan Qing did not ask any more questions. He was silent for a long time and then smiled slightly, with moisture in his eyes.
He thought, there is no need to ask.
Just think of it as fate's favor. This is the best ending for them.
He offered a kiss: "Yaoyao, let's do it again."
Xie Shiyi pinched his waist, his eyes darkened: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Yan Qing hugged him and said in a muffled voice: "I know, but I want you now."
Xie Shiyi laughed and kissed his trembling eyelashes: "Okay."
Yan Qing was pressed under him in a different position. His hands, which were covered with calluses from years of holding swords, reached into his clothes and rubbed down along his waistline. Every inch of his skin seemed to feel warm and itchy.
Yan Qing was very cooperative this time. At the most emotional moment, he was afraid of shouting out, so he could only bite his wrist.
Afraid that he would bite him, Xie Shiyi tied Yan Qing's hands together with a red string as a punishment.
The night is long and the spring is boundless.
When he woke up the next day, Yan Qing didn't feel too uncomfortable.
Monks have strong recovery abilities, and Xie Shiyi has been supplying him with spiritual energy to nourish his body, so he just felt like he had a very, very long sleep.
The sunlight shines into the room and falls on Yan Qing. His skin is very white, so the kiss marks on his neck appear deep and heavy, and every red mark contains possessiveness and lust. The young man's collarbone is graceful, like spring water. The black hair covers Yan Qing's profile, and his eyelashes tremble slightly with his breathing.
It’s raining in Yuancheng
The sound of raindrops outside drowned out all the noisy sounds in the world, as if they were the only ones left in the world.
Xie Shiyi woke up early, but did not get up. He gently hugged Yan Qing in bed, his fingers lingering on Yan Qing's smooth back. Starting from the first vertebra on the back of his neck, he counted down, lowered his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something.
When Yan Qing just woke up, he was still a little confused. His voice was very small and sounded vague. He asked, "What time is it now?"
The coldness in Xie Shiyi's eyes disappeared instantly, and he said softly: "It's not too late. If you want to sleep, sleep a little longer."
Yan Qing: “Yeah.”
But he didn't sleep for long this time.
When Yan Qing was fully awake, Xie Shiyi was still counting the vertebrae on his spine. His slightly cool fingers made his skin feel hot and numb.
Xie Shiyi didn't notice that he woke up
Yan Qing opened his eyes and looked up, seeing Xie Shiyi looking troubled in the light and shadow. He was about to speak when he realized that his voice was hoarse. He looked up and looked at Xie Shiyi quietly.
They have known each other since they were five years old, but after being together day and night for so long, he still feels moved when he sees Xie Shiyi's face.
Xie Shiyi noticed his gaze and smiled softly: "What are you looking at?"
Yan Qing bit his lips and said, "Look at you."
Yan Qing felt that he was very gentle now.
The next step was to go to Meicheng to confront the Lanxi Ze Demon God. The last step was the most important thing, but he didn't want to care about anything at this moment. He just wanted to stay with Xie Shiyi and make up for the years they missed.
Xie Shiyi keenly noticed Yan Qing's sudden clinginess, and after figuring out the reason, he was happy to see it happen.
I stepped on the bones again. Because I was with Xie Shiyi, even the cold and absurd Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts in my memory became very different.
Yan Qing looked around and asked Xie Shiyi, "Can you see me in Shifang City when you use the Soul Lamp in the Upper Heaven?"
Xie Shiyi: “No.”
Yan Qing laughed out loud: "So how did you feel when you first entered the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons?"
Xie Shiyi glanced at the white bones and the abyss and said, "Maybe, it's the same idea as yours of going to the Wangqing Sect."
Yan Qing said: "Were you surprised when you saw me again?"
Xie Shiyi was silent for a moment and said, "No, I feel more relieved than surprised."
He came to the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm. Thinking back to when Yan Qing obtained a body and left the Land of the Fallen Gods, he was only at the Nascent Soul Realm, so young and so fragile, walking alone in this endless darkness.
His heart was filled with intense pain, murderous intent, and even his reason was controlled.
Xie Shiyi rushed out of the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons holding the Sword of No Regret.
Ten? When Fang Cheng saw Yan Qing, rather than the joy of seeing him again, he felt more relieved to see that he was safe and sound.
He was glad that Yan Qing was indeed living well in Shifang City.
When they separated at the Land of God's Fall, Yan Qing tied up her hair and turned around without saying a word.
Xie Shiyi stuck his long sword into the ground, half-knelt in the wilderness, and was in a trance due to excessive blood loss.
But what he was thinking at that time was that if Yan Qing really turned around and looked at him, he wouldn't mind even taking his life.
The Lu family father and son, the Seventh Eunuch and the Lord of Yuan City were all forced to follow the Young Lord and his wife as witnesses of their love affair. The Seventh Eunuch looked at the Young Lord and his lover with a bitter face, as if they were traveling, seeing all the customs and practices of the Demon Realm.
Young City Lord, do you still remember that you were going to destroy Meicheng
The young city lord has forgotten? The young city lord’s mind is now full of love.
"Let me show you a magic trick."
Yan Qing sat on the winged bird, holding a flower in his hand that he had picked from a corpse in the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts.
A hundred years was too boring. Yan Qing really treated the Demon Realm as his own playground, doing whatever he wanted there and developing a lot of fun things.
Yan Qing covered the corpse flower with his hand, covering it and destroying its petals. When he opened his hand again, hundreds of tiny white moths flew out from his palm.
Yan Qing said: "See? The stems, leaves and petals of this flower are full of these bugs. Isn't it interesting?"
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and smiled softly, saying, "Indeed."
Seventh Grandpa: “…”
It’s really a ghost.
You two, one or two, are in the Spiritualization Stage. Is it strange to turn a flower into a bug?! And Xie Shiyi, you have been the leader of the Immortal Alliance in the Upper Heaven for a hundred years. Are you really so ignorant of the world
Lu Xiao was also fat and weak, and complained, "Young City Lord, you are so childish, so childish, so childish. I shouldn't have used this kind of trick to fool people eight hundred years ago."
Although there was a problem with the position in bed, because of that dream, Yan Qing still consciously treated Xie Shiyi as his wife.
Even if you have read the story a thousand times, you will at least have seen pigs run even if you have not eaten pork.
Yan Qing was immersed in his own "affectionate and romantic" image and was unwilling to wake up.
And Xie Shiyi also cooperated with him in the performance, and they were able to have a lot of physical contact, so why not
When the winged bird landed in front of the gate of Meicheng, Yan Qing had already contacted the lords of many cities in secret.
"Young City Lord, this group of people coming down from Zijinzhou are now all in Mei Palace."
Yan Qing: "Oh." After perfunctorily answering the Seventh Eunuch, he turned around and said to Xie Shiyi: "Did you know that there was a Red Lotus Festival in Shifang City before? I invented it."
"..." Seventh Eunuch tried hard to control himself from rolling his eyes. Young City Lord, look at your memory. Let alone the Red Lotus Festival, there are 365 days in a year. Which day has not been designated as a festival by you
Xie Shiyi cooperated very well and asked in confusion: "Red Lotus Festival?"
Yan Qing nodded seriously, "Yes, on the day of the Red Lotus Festival, everyone must make a wish for me in the moat."
Xie Shiyi smiled and said, "Why choose such a date?"
Yan Qing was known for his mood swings in Shifang City, and his methods of torturing people were endless. He was so arbitrary that he even forgot the reason at that time. So he turned his head to look at the Seventh Eunuch.
The Seventh Eunuch held the whisk in his hand, smiled flatteringly, and said in a thin voice, "Young City Lord, have you forgotten? You thought that the people of Shifang City had no dreams and that their lives were meaningless. You also said that a life without dreams would not be happy."
Yan Qing: “…”
It was obvious that he was making up excuses, but in front of Xie Shiyi, Yan Qing still pretended to nod and said, "Yes, I set up the Red Lotus Festival to give them a dream."
Xie Shiyi asked: "Then will you make a wish?"
Yan Qing shook his head and said, "No, no one can fulfill my wish."
After he finished speaking, he smiled, tilted his head, and looked at Xie Shiyi with shining eyes: "But now, I have got what I wanted."
The Seventh Eunuch was touched by their love and affection, but also angered by Yan Qing.
Life without dreams will not be happy, so thanks to the young city lord, everyone has the same dream.
—I don’t know how many curses were written on the lotus lanterns that floated over the city.
But then again, Yan Qing had never made a wish on the Red Lotus Festival.
The Red Lotus Pavilion is the end of the moat? Yan Qing set such an absurd festival, but he could only sit in a high building and watch the pool of red lights drifting into the distance.
The Seventh Eunuch never had any sympathy for Yan Qing. If Yan Qing showed a little loneliness and vulnerability in front of him, he would only be very happy, thinking that this was some kind of handle.
But Yan Qing never made a wish, and never revealed his weaknesses or thoughts.
The Seventh Eunuch held the whisk in his hand, his eyes dim, as he recalled the scene a hundred years ago when Xie Shiyi faced Yan Qing with the sword of No Regret.
In fact, everyone was afraid and looking forward to it at that time. Fearing the invasion of foreign enemies did not stop them from looking forward to killing Yan Qing.
The gates of Shifang City are rarely opened, because every brick in this ancient main city is the strongest defense.
So, he didn't know why Yan Qing walked on that day. Towards the ambitious mayors of the Hundred Cities, and towards the powerful, mysterious, and murderous man in the snow.
Because of the rugged terrain, the location of the palace in Meicheng, which was recreated on the original site of Shifangcheng, was almost unchanged. The city wall also rose from the ground, providing a wide view.
Walking towards the city gate shrouded in wind, sand and dark clouds, Yan Qing had the illusion of returning to the past.
But this time, the one accompanying him was not the devil, but Xie Shiyi.
Yan Qing wanted to go straight to Mei Palace, but Lan Xize had set up obstacles on every road leading to the City Lord's Mansion, so he could only take a small path with Xie Shiyi.
The Lord of Yuan City and the father and son of the Lu family were sent away to contact other people, leaving only the Seventh Eunuch with them.
This was a wasteland of corpses. As soon as Yan Qing landed, he smelled a familiar smell of blood.
A piece of blue stone stood between heaven and earth, with the word "purity" written on it, and next to it was a tall mountain of bones.
After all, the Seventh Eunuch was an old acquaintance, so he recognized the place at a glance, and looked left and right: "Young City Lord, isn't this the place where you practiced martial arts in the past?"
Yan Qing retracted his gaze and said, "Really?"
The Seventh Eunuch confirmed, "Yes, I dare not forget anything about you. I remember that you practiced here before. Anyone who trespasses here will end up with nothing left but their body."
He pointed his finger at the mountain of bones and said, "Here, this is the best evidence."
The Seventh Eunuch said, "Young City Lord, why did you name this place the Pure Land? It is clear that the more you seek purity in Shifang City, the less purity you will find."
This bone mountain is four meters high, which shows how "unclean" it was back then. In the past hundred years, countless people have come to Yan Qing's place of cultivation, to kill him, to seduce him, and even to just want to take a look at him.
The people who live in the Demon Realm's main city are mean-spirited at heart. The more you don't let them see, the more they want to see. Life is no match for curiosity. The more you ask for something, the less you'll get.
Yan Qing lowered his head and looked at the word "purity" and smiled with an ambiguous meaning: "I didn't write these words "purity" for them to see."
Seventh Grandpa: “Ah?”
Deep in the Plum Palace, the long-burning lamps lit up one after another, illuminating the eaves, beams, and pillars. A steady stream of blood flowed into the dark lotus pond, and in the center, the weak-spirited girl sat with her eyes closed, her skirt stained dark by nightmare. Smoke and clouds gathered in her empty eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, there seemed to be a bright aurora flashing inside.
Lan Xize just stood beside Him, looking at Him coldly.
The nightmares in the pool were surging and roaring. When the devil opened his eyes again, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He stood up with a graceful posture, walked barefoot across the water, with lotus flowers blooming with every step.
Those eyes, which are as blue as the sky, seem to be able to see into the depths of people's souls.
The demon god said affectionately: "Xize, it's great that I can see you again."
Lan Xize was not bewitched by Him, and said indifferently: "There are too many people coming from Zijinzhou, I can't find the person you want."
The demon god was unmoved and said, "Really? Then let him come to us?"
The demon god smiled and said, "The fog in the Vast Sea has almost dissipated, right?"
Lan Xize looked up.
The demon was wearing a black dress, which made her skin look whiter than snow and her bones as white as jade. If it weren't for the half of her face that looked old and half rotten, one would have thought she was a stunningly beautiful woman just by looking at her figure.
"The fog has dissipated, and the seal of the trench has lost its meaning." The Demon God said: "It's time to let everyone in the Demon Realm see the scenery of the Upper Heaven."
Lan Xize raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to cause a war between immortals and demons and lure the Nine Sects over?"
The demon god said firmly: "They? Must come."
Lan Xize frowned.
The demon god said: "The battlefield can be the human world, the demon realm, or the vast sea, but it cannot be Nanzezhou."
When he said "absolutely not", a hint of murderous intent flashed across the demon god's eyes, but it was quickly hidden by him.
He waved his sleeves, and black mist floated on his fingertips.
The demon god said: "We can't stay in this demon realm for long."
Lan Xize: "Are you afraid of them?"
When Xie Shiyi and Yan Qing entered the Demon Realm, they didn't think about hiding their aura. Lan Xize was a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage, so he naturally sensed their arrival easily.
But in his eyes, these two people were still fledgling and not to be feared at all.
The demon looked at him deeply, smiled, and said in a clear and soft voice: "Shouldn't you be afraid? You are in the Demon Realm, but you may not be Yan Qing's opponent. Especially since you are a demon species." Yan Qing has the Weaver Girl Silk, so it is too easy for him to deal with the demon species.
Lan Xize was not at all surprised that he was a demon. His blood-red pupils were cold and he said nothing.
The demon god came closer and suddenly asked in a friendly and ambiguous manner: "Lan Xize, do you regret not killing your own son?"
Lan Xize said: "Even if I don't kill him, there are still people who want to kill him."
The demon was curious: "Why don't you kill him?"
Lan Xize: "Shut up."
When the demon god smiled, his eyes were full of waves, and the green light was captivating: "You humans are really interesting. So, I say, don't be compassionate when you shouldn't be. You didn't take him seriously because of our old relationship. Have you ever thought that one day he would come to you with the sword of no regrets?"
Lan Xize sneered when he heard this: "Old love? Are you talking about me and Wei Shengzhuang?"
“Isn’t it?” The demon god was not afraid of him. He raised the corners of his lips and said lazily: “But I have to thank you for saving Xie Shiyi’s life. He can be of great use to me.”
Lan Xize said nothing more and walked outside. The Plum Palace was located on a very high ground. When he walked outside the palace platform, he could overlook the entire brightly lit Shifang City.
The mirror-like ground reflects the bright pearl in the sky, and looking up is the long night without sun or moon.
The demon god just stayed beside him lightly, like a naive young girl who was new to the world, with her chin in her hand and her green eyes staring in one direction without blinking.
The demon god stretched out his fingers from his black sleeves and suddenly said, "That place is called the Pure Terrace."
Lan Xize pursed his lips, his long silver hair couldn't hide his coldness even with the orange glow on it.
The demon god said: "It's called the Pure Terrace, but people die there every day. The owner of the Pure Terrace never has a peaceful day. It's interesting, isn't it? Yan Qing is the only person I've seen in ten thousand years who becomes calmer as he kills more. I'm actually very curious about how he would lose control."
Lan Xize put his fingers on the fence and looked towards the quiet platform with her.
The demon god said calmly: "I need a new container to call back all my spiritual power, but I also need a new body to help me get rid of the influence of Xiaoyu Palace. Yan Qing is a soul from another world and is not affected by the cause and effect of this world. No one is more suitable for me than him."
"I could even coexist with him before, share my power with him, and let him become the only god in the world - but he refused to accept my offer and drank the forfeit!"
The demon god smiled softly and used his fingers to pinch a deep dent in the railing.
"Of course. He didn't want to coexist with me at first, but he will beg me on his knees in the future."
All the emotional fluctuations of the demon god that Lan Xize could sense were because of the name "Yan Qing". It was full of resentment, hatred, and distortion, pure and clean evil.
Lan Xize: "You want to use Xie Shiyi to deal with him?"
The demon blinked innocently: "Ah, yes."
Lan Xize fell silent again.
The demon god said: "I must obtain Yan Qing's soul, otherwise I will not be able to escape the influence of the Demon Slaying Formation."
The demon god suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "You should have seen the horror of Xiaoyu Palace, right?"
Lan Xize lowered his eyes, a deep meaning flashing across his pupils.
No one knows that every inch of his flesh and blood is new.
An avalanche in Xiaoyu Palace that year directly caused serious damage to his spiritual power.
Thousands of wind and snow turned into sharp swords, piercing into his body, tearing his skin and flesh, as if to shatter his soul along with it.
Fortunately, he escaped in time and avoided the disaster.
Demon God: "There are so many people in the Upper Heaven who covet the position of the Lord of the Xiaoyu Palace. They are really a bunch of idiots."
"That place is simply the cruelest prison in the world."
"If you want to have the power of life and death without interference, the price you have to pay is to live under the sword forever."
The demon god said: "You are smart. You realized the truth and pulled yourself out in time. Otherwise, when the nightmare in your body is truly formed, Xiaoyu Palace will only be your grave."
Lan Xize did not want to say these things to the demon god, he just stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and a withered yellow leaf appeared from his fingertips. Standing on the dangerous building, the young man with white hair and snake eyes played a melodious song with the leaf.
The sound spread across the mountains, rivers and wilderness. Countless white insects floated up from the ground and scattered in the air in thousands and thousands, like snow born from heaven and earth.
Snow
The demon's face didn't frown. He hated snow.
He could see through the endless fog on the Cangwang Sea, but he could not see through the snow that had been falling for thousands of years in the Xiaoyu Palace. And he died in the snow. He only felt disgusted and irritated by this white thing that covered the sky and the earth.
The demon god said irritably: "What are you going to do?"
Lan Xize said calmly: "Let the people in the Demon Realm discover the secret of the trench as soon as possible."
Demon: "Can't you try another method?"
Lan Xize ignored him.
There are very few cities in the Demon Realm where it snows, and only a few cities in the far north have this scene.
It has never snowed near the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and Yan Qing has never seen snow in his hundred years in Shifang City.
So, when he saw the snow while sitting on the bluestone of Qingjingtai, his smile stopped and he looked towards the direction of Meigong with cold eyes.
Each snow particle is like a signal, spreading out with Shifang City as the center.
He pinched a piece of weed with his fingers as if he was breaking the neck of a demon.
The snow fell for no apparent reason, and the rest of the people in the city were also surprised. But the snow fell heavily, and soon covered the city walls and eaves, shrouding the dark world in silver.
The snowflakes emitted a faint glow, and the lights were also dimmed and cold.
"Young City Lord!"
The Seventh Eunuch was shocked when he saw Yan Qing jumping down from the green wall.
Yan Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he said to Xie Shiyi, "Let's go."
"You are now the Lord of Meicheng, you can just give the order! Why did you create this snow?!"
The demon's green eyes were filled with hatred.
Lan Xize looked at him and asked indifferently, "Are you afraid of snow?"
The demon god laughed angrily: "If you had experienced the pain I felt ten thousand years ago in the Xiaoyu Palace, you would know. This kind of thing is too disgusting. I'm not afraid of snow, I hate it." The demon god's face suddenly darkened, thinking of something, and said thoughtfully: "But what's interesting is that I hate the snow in the Xiaoyu Palace so much, but the moment the demon-killing formation was activated, the snow stopped."
Lan Xize was also stunned when he heard this, and turned back to look at Him. He had stayed in Xiaoyu Palace for a hundred years, and knew the horror of this matter better than anyone else in the world.
Sitting in that position, the view outside the window is always white. Apart from the black mountain peaks, there are ice-blue prisms. There is no flower or plant or living thing within a thousand miles.
The snow in Xiaoyu Palace is like the five elements order running in this world, which never stops from time immemorial.
He didn't expect that the snow there would stop falling for a moment.
The demon god laughed out loud, his tone unable to hide his hatred: "When I died, the snow stopped. What is this? Is this a favor from heaven?"
"Who cares?"
"I guess when something unusual happens in the world, the snow in the Xiaoyu Palace will stop. In my opinion, the snow stopped at that time because the gods fell."
"It really is a once-in-a-millennium thing."
No matter what appearance the demon changes into, it seems that he can directly and seamlessly connect to that image, regardless of whether the person is male or female, young or old, and whether their thoughts are innocent or deep.
For example, now, as soon as the Demon God talked to Lan Xize about the snow in Xiaoyu Palace, he completely lost his mind, like a girl who was blinded by hatred.
Until his strength is fully restored, the demon's character is not complete.
He said in a strange tone: "However, that should be the first time I have seen the Xiaoyu Palace completely. Xiaoyu Palace is a place of order, and the consciousness of the heavenly way is sleeping."
When Yan Qing arrived at Meigong, the snow was already knee-deep.
He traveled unhindered all the way to the depths of the main hall.
Unexpectedly, there was no one here, except for the empty lotus pond and a piece of dry green leaves by the fence. Lan Xize and the demon didn't leave anything behind.
The lights in the Mingyu Building are dim, and the wind and snow are rustling.
He thought he would have a fierce battle with the Demon God in Shifang City, but he didn't expect that the Demon God didn't even dare to see him.
Yan Qing walked over and covered the leaf with his feet, crushing it.
The Seventh Eunuch hurriedly followed, holding his whisk and panting, "Oh, Young City Lord, why are you walking so fast? It's so hard for this old servant to follow you."
"Young City Lord, Young City Lord,"
Seeing that Yan Qing didn't pay much attention to him, he shouted more. After a few calls without any results, the Seventh Eunuch also carefully looked in the direction Yan Qing was looking. He didn't know until he saw it, and he was shocked.
I saw that the snow that was created by this world was now flying backwards.
They formed beams of light one after another, rushing towards the dark sky. They gathered neatly together to form a Milky Way made of snow particles. It was long and narrow, tearing the sky apart.
But if you look at it for a long time, you will find that this is not the Milky Way at all!
This is a seam!
A crack in the sky!
Everyone in the Demon Realm is looking at the snow.
The mayors of hundreds of cities gathered outside Meicheng with different expressions. They thought that Yan Qing's return would definitely cause a bloody storm, but they were all shocked by this sudden scene.
They were originally thinking about how to benefit from the conflict between the two parties in Meigong, but the appearance of this sky curtain completely interrupted their plan and made each of them fall into new madness.
"This is… "
"This is!"
Before Yan Qing could even react, the changes started happening in all directions. Like a fish that had been thirsty for a long time meeting water, or a person who had been in darkness for a long time meeting light. People kept flying into the sky, heading for the Milky Way.
Their figures, along with the wind and snow, passed through the long night that the Demon Realm could not tear apart for ten thousand years. In an instant, no one knew how many people had escaped from the Demon Realm. The Seventh Eunuch had been to the Upper Heaven before, so he was not as anxious as these people. He looked at all this hesitantly and asked, "Young City Lord, what should we do now?"
Yan Qing stood at the edge of the dangerous building, expressionless and silent.
The fog in the vast sea dissipated, revealing the clearest sky and the most magnificent sea.
The floating flowers on the blue sea reflected the bright moon, which was indescribably ethereal and transparent. But for the human world, the nightmare had just begun.
Yan Qing used the large formation under the Shifang City to stop the heavy snow rising from the ground and prevent the crack in the sky from expanding.
Then he ordered the blockade of Meicheng, and asked the Seventh Eunuch and the Lord of Fushui City and Mingcheng to use their military force to forcibly trap many ambitious demons.
But the crack in the sky still exists, and there are still an endless stream of demons running out.
The plot has reached the battle between immortals and demons.
Xie Shiyi didn't know what he was thinking about, so he said to him, "Let's go out first."
"Um."
Leaving behind the Seventh Eunuch and several city lords to deal with the aftermath, Yan Qing and Xie Shiyi left the Demon Realm and arrived at the frontal battlefield.
"Should we go back to Nanzezhou to report the news first?" Yan Qing asked.
The situation is urgent. If the nine major sects were to wait for their reaction, the world would have already been plagued by demons.
Xie Shiyi: "No need, I can send a message directly to Wangqing Sect." Xie Shiyi continued: "We? Let's find Lan Xi Ze first."
Yan Qing was stunned: "Do you know where he ran to?"
Xie Shiyi pursed his lips, his expression dark and cold: "Barrier City."
Yan Qing was surprised: "Barrier city?"
Yan Qing didn't expect that he would have to go to the barrier city for the third time after such a short interval.
He is the young city lord of Shifang City. Demons with high cultivation basically avoid him, and those with low cultivation are not to be feared. The road is so quiet as if nothing has happened and everything is calm.
Back to the misty and rainy barrier city, this time Xie Shiyi took him straight to the Hunting Mountain.
This place is not stained by the blue rain.
Tall trees covered the sky, flowers and grass were lush, and at night fireflies formed a long bright belt that led them to a cave.
The last place where Wei Shengzhuang stayed before his death.
The last time Yan Qing conducted an investigation, he mainly focused on the clan’s mansion and the city lord’s mansion, and he did not go up the mountain.
Xie Shiyi was obviously very familiar with the road conditions here, holding Yan Qing's hand and refusing to let go, leading him deep into the forest. Yan Qing saw that he looked a little serious, and couldn't help but poke his face with a flower branch he picked casually, and the flower leaves and dewdrops splashed on Xie Shiyi's snow-white clothes.
Yan Qing asked: "Xie Shiyi, are you worried about something?"
"Um."
"Is it because of Lan Xize?"
Xie Shiyi pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment and whispered, "No, I'm thinking about your rebirth."
Yan Qing: “Ah?”
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes to suppress his emotions, tilted his head and asked him seriously: "When did you wake up? Do you remember?"
Yan Qing said without hesitation: "At night, kneel in the ancestral hall."
Xie Shiyi: “Okay.”
Yan Qing looked at him without blinking, and then as they were walking, Xie Shiyi suddenly covered his forehead. He raised his head and saw a poisonous snake coiled on a branch, spitting out its tongue and attacking him.
Yan Qing is not afraid of poisonous snakes, but was amused by Xie Shiyi's cautiousness and care.
Soon, the sea of fireflies merged into the cave, and a white light appeared in front of them.
He stopped smiling and became serious.
There is the breath of the devil in here.
"Yan Qing, hold on to me." Xie Shiyi stretched out his hand to him, and Yan Qing obediently stretched out his hand. Xie Shiyi held it very tightly, with great force, making Yan Qing's hand bones feel a little painful.
Why are you so clingy
In the white light of the fireflies, Yan Qing couldn't help but smile and turned her head to look at Xie Shiyi. Her eyebrows and eyes were bright and moving, as if in a dream.
It really was like a dream.
Walking into the damp and dark cave, Xie Shiyi pursed his lips and turned around. He wanted to say something to Yan Qing, but his face turned cold immediately. He lowered his head and looked at the piece of wood tightly grasped between his fingers for a long time. The cold and hard touch felt like human hand bones.
Xie Shiyi turned around and looked towards the end. There were only scattered fireflies, as if he was the only one walking this way.
Just when everything was quiet, Xie Shiyi heard a woman's voice.
"I left the Demon Realm, and you dared to follow me?"
Fireflies illuminated the cave. Xie Shiyi walked through the bluestone, moss, and vines that hung like curtains. In the pure white world, he saw... the person he had always known but had never met.
The demon god, wearing a black skirt and green eyes, sat on a green stone with a table and a chess piece in front of him. He looked like he had been waiting for an old friend for a long time and smiled at Xie Shiyi.