Yan Qing was stunned, because of the madness in Xie Shiyi's eyes and the strong mockery in his cold words.
The bamboo raft was small, so they sat very close to each other. The moment they looked at each other, Yan Qing jumped up and immediately looked away. He lowered his eyes and smiled pretentiously, as if this would make him look calm and indifferent.
Yan Qing said lazily: "Yes, who knows, maybe people will give us a nickname by then."
He laughed, his hands trembling in his sleeves, his fingers clenched and whitened, and he said in a playful tone, pretending to be at ease: "When I separated from you, I thought you would be famous and famous in the Upper Heaven, but I didn't expect you to be even more powerful than I thought. I could hear your name from the guard at the door when I chatted with him in Huichun Sect. He said that you were killing people without hesitation and were cruel and cold. However, I think he still understands you well. Of course, there may not be many people in the world who understand you. After all, when it comes to the Barrier City, they actually thought that you walked through the Spring Water Peach Blossom Road full of hatred. It was not until I went to the Upper Heaven that I realized that everyone had heard of your name, although they might only see you once in their life. You joined the Forget Love Sect and won the first place in the Qingyun Conference. Who in the world knows you? Xie Shiyi is right, I..."
Yan Qing suddenly said and went down.
He actually didn't know what he was saying at all, his mind was blank, he just felt that he had to speak, otherwise everything would go out of control if he kept quiet.
Xie Shiyi sat opposite him, staring at him without saying a word, listening to Yan Qing's disorganized and aimless words, his expression dim in the semi-darkness, without interrupting or interjecting.
But being stared at by him with such a cold and penetrating gaze, Yan Qing's voice gradually became smaller. She pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly and spoke no more in a dull manner.
Seeing him like this, Xie Shiyi asked, "Are you done?"
Yan Qing: “Yeah.”
Xie Shiyi asked calmly: "Yan Qing, from an old friend to a close friend, what are you going to say next? A confidant?" His long eyelashes shattered the ice-blue light of a butterfly and fell into the depths of his pupils.
Xie Shiyi suddenly smiled softly: "I said this is fair. Yan Qing, you ask me questions and I must give the correct answers. But when I ask you questions, you just lie, evade, and make excuses."
Yan Qing was speechless. When Xie Shiyi approached, his breathing became disordered and he wanted to step back, but Xie Shiyi grabbed his wrist forcefully and pinned him to the bamboo raft.
Xie Shiyi's eyes were like a ravine with falling snow, and he spoke clearly and calmly, "You stayed in Huichun Sect for me; you were involved in the vortex of Nanzezhou for me; you pretended to be crazy and tore off your disguise for me."
"That night after the fall of Shifang City, you locked me in the Red Lotus Pavilion and made me fall asleep in order to implicate me."
Yan Qing was in a state of confusion, but he laughed when he heard that, and tried to remain calm and said, "Yes, as I explained before, you are the only person I know in the Ninth Heaven. The grudge between Huai Mingzi and me should have involved you."
Xie Shiyi smiled, but the smile didn't even reach his eyes: "You really have never been fair to me."
Xie Shiyi asked.
"On the night of the closing ceremony of Dengxian Pavilion, your hands were shaking the whole time. What were you thinking about when I carried you out of Heishuize?"
Yan Qing felt a loud bang exploding from the top of his head, and the thunder penetrated through his skull and went through his whole body along the spinal cord.
Xie Shiyi let go of Yan Qing's wrist, raised his hand, and gently stroked Yan Qing's cheek with his slender white fingers, and the distance between the two became closer. Their clothes overlapped, and Yan Qing seemed to be bewitched by his eyes, pursing her lips and looking up, not moving a muscle.
Xie Shiyi said softly: "I thought it was an illusion before, a fantasy in my dream, but now I think it should be true."
"In the Land of the Fallen Gods..." Xie Shiyi said, "In the Mirage Dragon Palace, I entered a fantasy world. Yan Qing, guess what my demon is?"
Yan Qing clenched his fingers tightly.
Xie Shiyi was silent for a moment after he finished speaking, pursing his lips. He was not willing to let Yan Qing guess. He hated that every action and every word exposed his thoughts in front of him, but Yan Qing always turned a blind eye.
Xie Shiyi said: "I dreamed of the Land of the Deep."
"During the 49 days of my dream about the barrier city, I tried to depict your appearance on the stone wall."
"Starting from the eyebrows, to the eyes, to the nose..."
His fingers moved down little by little, as gently as the wind blowing through the snow. Eyebrows, eyes, nose, and finally fell to the corner of Yan Qing's mouth. Xie Shiyi whispered, "You are very noisy, and I thought at the time that you should look good when you smile."
"In the Mirage Dragon Temple, I fell into an illusion and kept painting on that wall. In fact, I had seen what you looked like at that time, but I would rather not have seen it."
The memory of falling into the Sea of Delusion was too painful, so he completely sealed it deep in his memory and didn't dare to touch it even in the mirage.
As he was drawing, his fingers were scratched by stones, so he began to draw with blood, and then traced along the outline again and again. The illusion was painful and desperate. The boy painted on the wall smiled at him, clear and unrestrained, gentle as before. And there was someone sitting next to him, with green eyes shining, and said in a familiar voice like a spoiled child, "Yaoyao, look at me."
"I thought I would stay in the mirage until I died. But you woke me up." Xie Shiyi's fingers continued to slide down and lifted Yan Qing's chin. Suddenly, the corners of his lips curved, and the madness in his eyes turned blood red. He leaned over and kissed her gently. He was in a state of shock, and his sanity seemed to be in danger, but this kiss was very gentle, like a dragonfly touching the water.
Yan Qing's pupils shrank and his face turned pale.
Xie Shiyi restrained himself, lightly touched and then moved away, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You did this at the time, right, Yan Qing?"
This kiss was like a dream.
Yan Qing listened to every word Xie Shiyi said, but it was difficult for him to translate them into meanings that he could understand.
Xie Shiyi's voice is cold and clear, and when he narrates quietly, it is easy for people to be drawn into his words.
As if now, Yan Qing was pale, as if he had really returned to the Mirage Dragon Palace, and once again experienced the feeling of panic and sadness. After being denied everything, his embarrassing love was known to others. He raised his eyes, and the red in his peach blossom eyes faded completely. He asked as if he had lost his soul: "So Xie Shiyi, do you really know everything?"
Xie Shiyi said: "Maybe."
Yan Qing continued to smile with difficulty, his blood felt cold, as if he was in a world of ice and snow, and his organs were twitching and shivering.
He actually questioned Xie Shiyi's glass? How stupid.
Then every lie and explanation before, every time he arbitrarily defined the relationship between them, was ridiculous in Xie Shiyi's eyes.
Yan Qing was silent for a long time, and said palely: "What do you want to express, Xie Shiyi."
What do you want to express
You tell me.
Thanks for knowing the clothes.
He was now in a numb attitude, almost like a broken jar being smashed, waiting for Xie Shiyi to use a cold voice to expose his ridiculous thoughts of two hundred years and tear apart all his disguises.
However, Xie Shiyi remained silent for a long time.
Then she laughed in his ear for a long time, her chest vibrating slightly, but no one knew what she was laughing at.
The blood in Xie Shiyi's eyes spread to the whites of his eyes. His fingers touched his tightly pursed and trembling lips, and gradually relaxed his lips. He said to himself in a hoarse voice: "Yan Qing, what do I want to express?" He looked like a god or a demon, in a state of being out of control and strange. He smiled gently: "I like you."
Yan Qing suddenly opened his eyes and was stunned.
Xie Shiyi might have really lost his mind. His fingers were very strong, groping between Yan Qing's lips. His face was watery and there was no ambiguous or erotic feeling in his life. He said word by word: "If there was no misunderstanding, we would have become close friends and Taoist companions."
"I like you. I have liked you since the 15th year of Jinghong, two hundred years. Since you like me, why are we still talking nonsense here?"
He didn't smile when he said the last sentence, his words were like ice and jade. His eyes were red, his pupils were cold, and he looked at Yan Qing seriously and stubbornly.
Yan Qing was still in a daze and did not move.
Xie Shiyi waited for a long time, but there was no reply. He laughed at himself and pulled his lower lip: "Forget it. When I chat with you, you have never been honest with me."
He half-closed his eyes, and the light in his deep eyes was crazy and gloomy, and his expression was as cold as ice. This time, his other hand reached out and hugged Yan Qing's waist with great force, pulling him into his arms.
The other hand forced Yan Qing to lift his head.
"Then I'll tell you what you want to say."
This time it was completely gentle and restrained like before.
Yan Qing's mind was still blank when he felt Xie Shiyi licking his lips, prying open his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and sweeping in. With a strong will that could not resist, and love and desire that could be seen with the naked eye.
As cool as snow-white bamboo, but stained with an ambiguous color. Xie Shiyi's black hair was scattered on the side, and the hand that hooked his chin went down and gently touched the back of Yan Qing's neck. His fingertips were cold, but Yan Qing felt that the place where they touched was on fire.
This was a kiss of venting and punishment.
Yan Qing felt that Xie Shiyi wanted to bite him, but gave up in the end.
He hadn't reacted yet, and was dumbfounded as he was being led to change positions, with his tongue being held in his hand to deepen the kiss.
Yan Qing closed her eyes in a daze, perhaps out of shyness or surprise.
He was just thinking about what the devil had said.
Each sound is like a cry or a complaint.
"Yan Qing, how can you hate me?!"
"I am to you as you are to Xie Shiyi."
"We share the same pain, and I am the only person in the world who understands you. We are exactly the same."
Back then, in the snowstorm in Dragon Palace, he crushed his cowardly escape, accepted the past of being hated and loathed by others, calmed down, and once again became the enemy of the demon.
And now, he has completely walked out of the shadow, out of the so-called "comparing oneself to others" obsession. This shadow was given to him by the devil, and he gave it to himself. In this shadow, he didn't dare to think about how Xie Shiyi would look at him.
The breakup was so brutal that this question became his nightmare.
How does Xie Shiyi see him? What are Xie Shiyi's feelings towards him
What does he think of the Demon God and what are his feelings towards him
The two are like a mirror image, forcing him to pretend to know everything and remain paralyzed.
At this moment, the walls that had consolidated the soul seemed to be completely cracked open, falling into the light.
Devil, go to hell, it's exactly the same.
Yan Qing wanted to laugh, but he was almost suffocated by the kiss, so he could only stretch out his hand. His slender white wrist came out from his sleeve and gently wrapped around Xie Shiyi's neck, with a trace of tears slowly flowing from the corner of his eyes.
He said in his heart: You and I are exactly the same.