Yan Qing was filled with doubts: Why did Xie Shiyi come to the Demon Realm? And why did he come out of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave
But before the question could be answered, Xie Shiyi's words had already made my mind go blank.
—Take me back.
Take him back??? Where
The moody Shaocheng of Shifang City was rarely stunned, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes suddenly raised.
Yan Qing's black eyes, which always contained a smile, finally cleared away the mist and revealed genuine surprise.
The sword Xie Shiyi had just struck might have been meant for the other people in the Demon Realm. It seemed cold and cruel, full of killing intent, but when it really got close to him, it shattered into starlight in a place where no one could see it. It didn't hurt him at all.
He put his hand on Yan Qing's shoulder, leaned over, and breathed into Yan Qing's ear. Xie Shiyi's black hair and eyelashes seemed to be stained with frost and snow that had not melted for years, but his breath was warm and his voice was cold and calm: "Take me back to where you are. You are in danger now."
After Yan Qing's surprise faded away, he felt angry and amused at the same time, gnashing his teeth secretly.
In fact, a hundred years have passed since they separated at the Land of the Fallen Gods.
But the reunion was like love at first sight, easily arousing the most direct emotions in each other.
Yan Qing understood what he meant and subconsciously wanted to respond sarcastically, "Really? How dangerous is it?"
But the words stopped when they came to my lips... too rash and too frivolous.
The old eunuch was stunned when he saw this. His eyes rolled and he immediately held up his whisk and shouted angrily, "Let go! Do you want to die? How dare you disrespect our young city lord!"
The moment Xie Shiyi rashly cut off his sword, he was also severely injured by the backlash. Anyway, Yan Qing could feel that his spiritual power was very chaotic. Hearing the old eunuch's vicious words, a trace of murderous intent flashed across Yan Qing's eyes.
He slowly raised his head, but only lightly placed it on Xie Shiyi's shoulder. His jade-white fingers lifted a strand of Xie Shiyi's hair, raised his chin and curled his lips slowly, and said with a lazy smile that everyone present could hear: "I was wondering why I felt my right eye twitching when I left the Red Lotus Pavilion today. It turns out that it is destined to be a marriage made in heaven."
"… "
The well-dressed people of Shifang City were horrified. Oh my god, the young city lord was going to rob the men again.
"..." The faces of the city lords outside Shifang City were filled with horror. They were all frightened by his fearless attitude.
That Snow Clothes Swordsman was one of the people who had come down from the Upper Heaven. He was at the peak of the Spiritualization Realm, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was the best in the sect. He was of noble status and had a cold temperament. How could he tolerate such an insult from Yan Qing? ?
Yan Qing smiled, pulled Xie Shiyi's hair, approached and said ambiguously: "My dear, you are really good-looking. How about coming back to Red Lotus Pavilion with me?"
Xie Shiyi seemed to be stiff for a moment, then he looked up at him indifferently. His eyelashes were very long, and his eyeballs were like glass beads immersed in a cold spring. When he looked at him, it seemed as if the purple light was turning dark. Like falling snow, like splashing jade.
If the nine elders of the Upper Heaven Xiaoyu Palace saw Yan Qing saying such disrespectful words to Xie Shiyi, they would be frightened to death...
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the man who had rushed into Shifang City with such force and trapped them in their young city to speak.
Seeing that he was silent, Yan Qing's stubborn temper that had been used to deliberately upset Xie Shiyi when he was a child was aroused again, and she said with a smile: "Speak, man, do you agree?"
After saying this, he shouted "Yaoyao" silently with a sense of evil.
Yaoyao, do you agree
Xie Shiyi's face seemed to have become even paler, and his pupils shrank slightly. His eyelashes trembled, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he quickly pursed his lips to make them look more pale. He turned his eyes away calmly and said nothing.
But in the eyes of outsiders, it seemed like he was so humiliated that he didn't want to pay attention to Yan Qing.
However, that kind of silent fragility has already made everyone present pessimistic about the ending.
The old eunuch pretended to be worried, and came over to Yan Qing and said hypocritically: "Shaocheng, are you okay? I was really scared just now." After that, he glared at Xie Shiyi with anger and vigilance: "Shaocheng, this man has bad intentions and has a high level of cultivation! In my opinion, you should lock him up in the snake prison while he is weak! Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous if you leave him here!"
Yan Qing slowly retracted his hand, winked at the old eunuch, chuckled and said, "Seventh Eunuch, what you said is really abrupt."
"I don't want to put him in the Snake Prison. I want to put him in the Red Lotus Pavilion."
Old eunuch: “?”
The Red Lotus Pavilion, where the dim flames of bone lamps burned all night, welcomed guests for the first time.
After the hundred cities in the Demon Realm offer sacrifices, the people from various cities will move into the Ten Directions City for a period of time.
Shifang City Mayor Huai Mingzi is in seclusion, and now everything falls on the shoulders of Yan Qing, the young mayor.
Ke Yanqing is a completely out of touch person, and he doesn't even bother to be perfunctory towards the guests.
All eyes fell on the snow-capped man next to him, without even blinking.
This lustful look made the people in the Demon Realm cities angry but unable to speak out.
They stood up and toasted Yan Qing. During Huai Mingzi's seclusion, everyone had their own agenda, and their words to Yan Qing were full of mysteries, trying to sow discord. They expressed their loyalty at first, then regret. They wished they could immediately support him as their leader, and conspire together to kill Huai Mingzi.
If it were in the past, Yan Qing might have pretended to be nice, but now, he didn't really want to pay attention to this group of people.
He is chatting with Xie Shiyi.
Their cultivation levels were higher than everyone else's, so they could conceal their actions. Everyone could only see their lips and teeth moving slightly, but could not make out anything.
Yan Qing said: "I came alone."
Xie Shiyi: “Yeah.”
Yan Qing: "Why? What else do you mean I'm dangerous? Xie Shiyi, I think the relationship between us is more dangerous, right?"
Xie Shiyi glanced at him and said nothing.
Yan Qing didn't give up and asked: "Did you come to Shifang City because you were worried that I was in danger?"
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and looked at the wine in the cup. His black hair was like satin, and his expression was half dark and half bright.
After a while, Yan Qing heard a familiar laugh, and he asked, "What do you think?"
This kind of laughter is too familiar. Cold and mocking.
Yan Qing waved his folding fan and laughed sarcastically: "I say, this Ice Man, do you want to understand your current situation?"
Xie Shiyi said: "I will kill Huai Mingzi."
Yan Qing blinked at this and asked curiously, "Why do you suddenly want to kill Huai Mingzi? The Upper Heaven and the Lower Heaven are separated by an entire human world. For many years, the two worlds have kept to themselves. In all the years I have been the Young City Lord, you are the first one to come and kill him."
Xie Shiyi didn't answer, but asked softly: "Do you want to kill him?"
Yan Qing was stunned and said, "I think so."
Xie Shiyi said: “Yeah.”
Yan Qing laughed angrily: "Just one word, um, Xie Shiyi, it's hard for me to cooperate with you with this attitude."
Xie Shiyi raised his eyes and looked at him: "What do you want me to say?"
Yan Qing pointed to pick up a wine bottle, took off her red dress, revealing her thin white wrists, and smiled: "What do you say? With your current identity, what should you say to me? I don't know."
Xie Shiyi frowned.
Yan Qing removed the barrier and tilted his head to say, "Seventh Master, come here."
The old eunuch had been staring at this side in the dark with a whisk in his hand, waiting for an opportunity to strike like a poisonous snake. He was startled when he suddenly heard Yan Qing's voice. He immediately straightened his body, stepped forward, and whispered, "What do you want, Young City Master?"
Yan Qing smiled and said, "I am a good person. Come, teach our future mistress of the young master how to speak according to the rules."
The future Madam Shaocheng? !
Not only the old eunuch, but everyone in the palace was dumbfounded. I've seen absurd things, but I've never seen something so absurd! This person has a noble status in the upper heaven. Yan Qing is so lustful that he kidnapped him. If he doesn't kill him quickly to solve the problem, he will definitely implicate them later!
"Shaocheng..." Someone stood up, but Yan Qing's cold eyes forced him to swallow back all the words.
The wrinkles on the old eunuch's face that were caused by Yan Qing's anger in the morning suddenly became deeper.
Yan Qing said excitedly: "Seventh Eunuch, why are you silent? Aren't you always diligent in putting people around me? Now that I finally have someone by my side, why don't you teach him how to please me?"
Old eunuch: “…”
All cities: “…”
All of them were looking at the cold and aloof immortal who had fallen into disgrace and suffered such humiliation. Xue Yi Jingluo looked at all this with indifferent eyes.
The Seventh Eunuch would not dare to act so recklessly as Yan Qing did. Although Xie Shiyi was a strong man at the peak of the Spiritualization Stage, and he was suppressed by Yan Qing and brought back to Shifang City for some unknown reason, he was not someone who could be insulted casually. The old eunuch held his whisk in his hand and said awkwardly after a long while: "Young Mayor, there has been no Madam out of Shifang City for so many years. I don't know what rules the Young Madam has."
Yan Qing: “…” This old eunuch is really incompetent at everything he does. He is the number one person who undermines his way and causes trouble for him.
Xie Shiyi seemed to chuckle when he heard this, but when everyone looked at him, the smile disappeared coldly like rime.
Yan Qing readily said, "If there are no rules, I will make them. How do the wives, oh no, concubines, of the common people address their wives?"
Seventh Grandpa: “…”
Seventh Eunuch: "When we return to Shaocheng, we usually... call him husband."
Yan Qing: "Then how do they serve the family every day?"
Seventh Eunuch: "… This, serving tea, dressing, cutting hair, everything. Of course, the most important thing is to serve the family well in bed."
Yan Qing choked.
He opened his folding fan to hide his stiff expression, then smiled and said to Xie Shiyi: "Madam, have you remembered?"
The hall was full of lights and the red lotus was blazing. Everyone was paying attention to the silent man in white who sat at the top.
Yan Qing sat next to him, looking at Xie Shiyi's cold face without blinking, and became more and more excited. Holding the wine glass in his hand, he was even happier when he thought that Xie Shiyi didn't like drinking. His peach blossom eyes curved, and the smile on his mouth became more cunning. He handed it over leisurely: "Come, Madam, have a drink."
The people in Shifang City could hardly bear to watch.
—What is this called, a child of destiny fell into the hands of a demon and was tortured? They only knew that Yan Qing was moody, but they didn't expect that he would torture people in various ways!
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and sipped the wine in the glass.
The cups were as transparent as jade, and the water was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the blazing candlelight and Yan Qing's eyes, dark, smiling, and cunning.
He smiled softly, stretched out his hand from his snow-white sleeves, slowly took the cup, drank it all, and said lightly: "Okay, husband."
Yan Qing: “
"… "
That was definitely the quietest night in the entire Shifang City.
"Husband, husband, hahahahaha—" The ghostly flames of bones lit up the corridor. When they were the only ones left, Yan Qing thought about it and found it more and more funny. They had known each other since childhood and were too familiar with each other, so when they were really alone together, it seemed that there was never any estrangement. Yan Qing said: "Not bad, now everyone in Shifang City knows that there is someone in my Red Lotus Pavilion."
Upon hearing this, Xie Shiyi asked him, "Has anyone been here before?"
Yan Qing felt unlucky when he thought of the old eunuch, but he said indifferently: "On this road we are walking on now, a row of people knelt down this morning."
Xie Shiyi was silent for a while, his tone was not able to express his joy or anger: "Then you are really lucky."
Yan Qing said, "Come on, I don't dare to enjoy that kind of blessing."
The entire Red Lotus Pavilion was full of Huai Mingzi's spies and murderous intentions. Only Yan Qing's bedroom was set up by him to isolate all flying insects and beasts. The moment he entered the bedroom, the tense string in Yan Qing's body relaxed and he yawned.
A cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage does not need to sleep, but Yan Qing's seven souls and six spirits are unstable, and he has been in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave for a while. Sometimes he would take a nap out of habit, like now, after finishing the Hundred Cities Festival, he just felt sleepy.
He had put the hair crown on her in the morning. It was crooked, and it looked okay from a distance, but when you looked closer you could see that the hair around it was messy.
Yan Qing took off his hair crown in front of the mirror and accidentally pulled out a few hairs, which made him gasp in pain.
He put the folding fan on the table and said.
"Huai Mingzi is in seclusion, and I don't know what he is doing. But this old man has been at the peak of the Spiritual Transformation Stage for many years. It should be difficult to deal with him."
Xie Shiyi said: “Yeah.”
Yan Qing sat in front of the mirror and asked, "After leaving the Land of the Fallen God, did you go to the Forgetful Love Sect?"
Xie Shiyi: “Yeah.”
When they mentioned the separation, they were silent for a moment. Yan Qing dropped his finger on the table.
He installed this mirror in the palace, of course, not to reflect people, but for surveillance. This mirror reflects everything, recording every corner of the palace.
Yan Qing lowered her head and slowly untied the Weaver Silk on her fingers. The long red thread dragged to the ground like a robe. The desk was by the window. Outside the window was a lotus pond. At night, the ghost fire lotus lanterns would not go out. The red and burning red lotus blossomed all over the lake, and the water reflected the moonlight.
The wind blew gently over the skulls hanging on the winding corridor, and they collided one by one. The long-term sun exposure had deteriorated the bones, and when they collided, they actually gave the illusion of the crisp sound of bells.
Yan Qing was stunned, pointed at the red string and pulled it, then suddenly said half-jokingly: "Xie Shiyi, listen carefully, do you think this voice is familiar?"
Xie Shiyi really thought about it for a while, and then calmly answered: "I'm not familiar with it."
Yan Qing rolled his eyes: "Oh, that's really unimaginative." He was weaving the silk, but he couldn't control the strength and made his fingers bleed.
"?" Yan Qing blinked and stared at the red.
I thought with a sigh, it’s a good thing he didn’t pull my hair just now.
Seeing this, Xie Shiyi came over and asked casually, "Is Shifang City so defenseless?"
Yan Qing sneered and said, "You dare to go to Shifang City alone, so you are qualified to ask me this question?"
Xie Shiyi didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes and said, "I'll explain it to you."
The Weaver Silk is a divine weapon, and the wounds caused by it cannot be ignored even by a cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage.
Yan Qing was quite surprised and said sarcastically: "It's not good. How can I feel comfortable with this?"
Xie Shiyi leaned forward slightly in front of the mirror by the window, her cold hands touching the thread on Yan Qing's finger, and she said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter how big or small it is, doesn't it, husband?"
Yan Qing: “…”
Why was he the one who suffered the consequences after using words to humiliate Xie Shiyi
The Weaver Silk is spiritual, and Xie Shiyi is too dangerous. Almost the moment he touched the thread spirit, the afterimage of the Weaver Silk screamed and ferociously, and the end stained with Yan Qing's blood went straight into Xie Shiyi's eyes. It is dangerous to have the soul thread enter the eyes and the sea of consciousness. Yan Qing hurriedly pulled the thread back, but the blood on the red thread still splashed on Xie Shiyi's eyelashes.
Yan Qingxin was worried: "Are you okay?"
Xie Shiyi was introverted, and with an ambiguous smile on his lips, he said, "It's okay. It's just that the eye is almost gone."
Yan Qing said guiltily: "Well, no, the soul thread didn't get into your eyes. I can just help you wipe the blood clean."
He stretched out his hand to touch Xie Shiyi's eyelashes.
It was just a casual action at first, but Xie Shiyi's eyelashes trembled and scratched his fingertips, and Yan Qing was stunned as if he had been electrocuted.
There was silence for a moment.
In fact, he still felt that the sound of bones colliding was like bells, just like the sound of bells under the eaves of Dengxian Pavilion when he was fifteen years old, ding-ding-ding, and his mood rose and fell with it.
"Xie Shiyi, do you find this scene familiar?" Yan Qing suddenly said, "First, he poured wine, then he drew his eyebrows. Does it look like the closing night of the Dengxian Pavilion?"
Xie Shiyi didn't say anything.
"I used the wind at that time, and the petals and leaves with rain all fell on your face. I remember I asked you a question." Yan Qing couldn't help laughing when he thought of this: "Should I say you are a bad mouth, or should I wish both of our dreams come true? We are strangers now, really strangers."
Xie Shiyi let him wipe the blood off his eyelashes with his fingers. In a place where no one could see him, his body was stiff, as if a thin layer of ice had solidified in his blood.
Yan Qing said whatever came to his mind: "But actually I am also a pessimist. Guess what I said to the eunuch this morning? He asked me what kind of person caught his eye, and I said someone who came out of the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons."
Xie Shiyi only smiled when he got to this point.
Yan Qing thought of the scene where Xie Shiyi broke Chi Chengcheng's neck and emerged from the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave through the mist and smoke, stepping on the bones. He was strangely silent for a while, and decided to cut out the part about "marriage destined by heaven" that he had said to the old eunuch.
Yan Qing said: "But Crow Mouth is so difficult to describe. I should be called a prophet."
Xie Shiyi said: "Then, prophet, have you ever predicted my ending?"
Yan Qing: “Hmm?”
Xie Shiyi untied all the threads around his wound and said, "There is also a prophet. A match made in heaven should not be caused by a twitching right eye."
Yan Qing was stunned, and then he realized that Xie Shiyi was talking about the nonsense he had just said.
He had almost forgotten what he had said, but Xie Shiyi still remembered it. He had thought that this cold and awkward-tempered girl would turn a blind eye to his teasing.
Xie Shiyi said: "The twitching of the right eye is a disaster."
Yan Qing said without hesitation: "Didn't you say it's a bad fate?"
Xie Shiyi raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and then actually smiled.
In fact, he seldom smiles. Alienation and rejection are written into every look and every expression. Even when he smiles, it is gentle, low, and careless. Not too complicated, but not too pure. It carries the coldness and danger that belong to Xie Shiyi himself.
But now this smile spread in his eyes, melting the snow that had not melted for years. Under the light, Yan Qing actually sensed a gentle illusion.
Xie Shiyi asked softly: "Yan Qing, what is bad fate?"
Yan Qing said: "It's a bad fate, anyway it's quite evil."
Xie Shiyi's face was pale but his lips were bloodshot. He chuckled and said with an ambiguous meaning, "Then you really acted as a prophet."