When Ye Peitian woke up, he found himself lying on a strange bed, strange sheets, and strange pillows, but there was a familiar person beside him.
He didn't know how long he hadn't slept. Ever since he left Qianxun's side and returned to the castle in the desert, he found that he could no longer stand the silent environment shrouded in all kinds of memories of the past, alone in the desert at night, at night. The night was burned by intense thoughts, and it was difficult to fall asleep.
He rushed back here in the early morning, smelled the familiar smell, and heard a voice that reassured him, and his whole talent instantly relaxed. He couldn't even remember when he fell asleep.
There was a knock on the door, the people around him moved, got up, touched his head, and lifted a soft quilt to cover him.
"Don't worry about it, keep sleeping," the man said.
Ye Peitian opened his eyes, and the sunlight filtered through the sheets in front of him, allowing him to clearly see the fine and dense texture of the cotton cloth in front of him. Why is this quilt so soft, the touch against the skin made him comfortable and nostalgic, he curled up in the small and reassuring space, not wanting to pay attention to anything outside.
"Chihiro, aren't you going to hunt demons today?"
"No, Sister Yan, I have a day off today."
Gao Yan and Chu Qianxun were talking from the door.
Ye Pei woke up after realizing it, and knew where he was.
He was actually in Chihiro's house, sleeping on Chihiro's bed!
The door of the house was open, and Gao Yan was standing at the door, even though Qianxun stretched out his hand to break the door, blocking the door to block her.
Ye Peitian, who was lying in the quilt, blushed instantly, and hid the toes and head that were exposed outside the quilt under the quilt.
Chu Qianxun's room was very small, and he could see it clearly from the door.
At a glance, Gao Yan saw the bulging quilt on the bed and the furry head that was digging into the quilt. She bit her lip and squinted at Chu Qianxun. Chu Qianxun was thick-skinned, and jokingly sent her out, closed the door, and shut out the hustle and bustle of the yard in the early morning.
She turned around, lifted the quilt, and saw the head with red ears and buried her entire face in the pillow, she couldn't help feeling amused.
"You only slept for a few hours, continue to sleep for a while, and I'll go get something to eat."
After Chu Qianxun finished speaking, she was about to leave. A hand stretched out from the quilt and grabbed her hand. Ye Peitian's head was on the quilt, and he was looking at her with his eyes that were slightly downward.
He looked a little hazy when he just woke up, his slender eyelashes blinked, he didn't speak, he pulled Chu Qianxun and didn't let go.
He must have been embarrassed to say such words, but Chu Qianxun understood inexplicably. He wished he could stay with him for a while.
Ye Peitian left for four or five days, and Xingye returned with a pair of black double knives. He was used to using one-handed weapons, and it was self-evident for whom he brought back the double swords.
Because Chu Qianxun was injured a little in the battle, this man just took it to heart, hurried for four or five days without saying a word, and exhausted himself like this, just to give her a pair of weapons.
Chu Qianxun's heart was a little warm and a little sour.
For so many years, she has become accustomed to walking alone in the wind and snow, and has almost forgotten the feeling of being cared for and taken care of by others. This feeling turned out to be such a good thing that she filled her already desolate and cold heart pool with hot springs.
She suddenly felt that her contribution to Ye Peitian was actually very limited, but this man was repaying her with all his enthusiasm.
You should really pamper him a little more. Chu Qianxun thought so.
She reached out and lifted the quilt and lay down on the edge of the bed, leaning against Ye Peitian.
"Go to sleep, I'll accompany you for a while." The two hands were clasped together in the warm quilt.
Ye Peitian put his head close to the person who reassured him the most in the world, and quickly closed his eyes again. In his sleep, a soft hand reached out and wrapped him in a warm embrace. He couldn't help curling up, leaning against the warmth again and again during his half-asleep.
"Chihiro. Chihiro." He whispered the man's name in his sleep.
In a daze, the man dropped a warm kiss on his forehead, reached out and patted his back slowly.
The tense muscles all over his body relaxed, the defense line in his heart collapsed, Ye Peitian soaked in the tenderness that made him miss him, and fell into a peaceful sleep.
…
In the Qilin base, the members of the mercenary group were huddled together, looking at Yu Tiancheng lying on the hospital bed, some couldn't believe the facts in front of him.
Yu Tiancheng's face was pale and his air was weak, but compared with the appearance of a few days ago when a big hole was opened in his chest and he vomited blood, it was many times better, and he was finally happy to save his life. The exaggerated blood hole in his chest healed miraculously, and was wrapped tightly with white bandages.
"I still can't believe it's true, that Ye Peitian just cured Tiancheng like this? I always thought he must have some conspiracy." A young team member said so.
"Me too, when I followed the deputy to his castle to replace people with magic weapons, I was ready to die, who knows that nothing happened in the end. When people took the magic tools, they kicked us out. It's gone. I'm so nervous that I'm half dead." Fire Saint Akai sighed with emotion.
"Brother Kai, tell us quickly, what does the Yellow Sand Castle look like? Is it both eerie and terrifying?"
"What nonsense, I said you should really follow along to see it. He is the Huangsha Emperor, so the castle is magnificent and grand, so he will live alone in such a big castle. He sleeps in this room today and sleeps in that room tomorrow. The rooms are not the same throughout the year. The floors in the castle are all paved with gold, and the walls are inlaid with bright night pearls…”
Yu Tiancheng, who was lying on the bed, coughed softly twice, preventing Akai from talking nonsense.
"Everyone says Ye Peitian is an indifferent murderer." Yu Tiancheng's voice was weak, but his spirit was excited, and he couldn't help telling his comrades about being imprisoned in the Yellow Sand Castle, "contact him. Afterwards, I found out that these may all be prejudices.”
After staying in the legendary devil's cave for a few days, he finally returned to his partner, giving him a sense of happiness for the rest of his life.
"Tiancheng, that Ye Peitian really didn't embarrass you, still use it, use his... to treat you?"
Yu Tiancheng lowered his eyelashes and acquiesced to this statement, "His flesh and blood can bring people back to life. This is the reason why he was forced to become a demon."
The size of the unicorn is less than that, and it is almost equivalent to the corps of the unicorn mercenary regiment.
Inside the base, there is a vast cemetery. Under the densely packed tombstones, countless members of the Kirin Corps who have died over the years are buried.
Xin Ziming stood alone in front of a tombstone with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Buried here is the real head of Kirin, and his best friend.
In the early days of the arrival of the Demon Seed, everyone in the team was not of high rank. Under the leadership of the head of the team, Feng Chengyu, they went to Hulu Town near the base to hunt demons. That time they met a speed saint with a bad mind. Under the man's bitter cry and pleading, Xin Ziming suddenly softened his heart and did not kill him, but expelled him far away.
Then they accidentally found a centaurus-shaped High Fallen deep in the town. After an extremely difficult battle, the entire team was exhausted and scarred. When the victory was about to be won, the speed saint who was let go by him attracted a large number of monsters.
He attracted a large number of monsters, trying to kill these innocents, but just to compete for that rare monster.
Xin Ziming stood in front of the tombstone and touched the black scales hanging on his neck.
Recalling the last moment, at that desperate moment, facing the swarming monsters, the head of the group, Feng Chengyu, shoved him and two seriously injured team members into a narrow gap. He used his powers to turn his body into scales and blocked the entrance of the gap.
"Zi Ming, the brothers will be handed over to you in the future. It's not easy to be the head of the regiment. It's hard work... you."
This was the last sentence Feng Chengyu said to him. The man's abilities did not dissipate after his death. With his flesh and blood body covered with black scales, he just sealed a small living space for them.
When Ye Peitian appeared on the edge of the battlefield, Xin Ziming once thought that he was going to experience the grief of being robbed of a demon and his companions being killed again. But I can't imagine that the devil in the mouth of that person is much better than those sanctimonious people who claim to be saints. He had embarrassed him several times, but he didn't mind letting him go.
"Captain, since you left, I no longer have hope for human nature. Unexpectedly, it is that human demon, let me see a little bit of your shadow."
"If it weren't for the immortality, a fool like you wouldn't be able to live long in such an era."
Xin Ziming bent down and placed the flowers in his hand on the altar in front of the tombstone.
…
Ye Peitian slept until the third day, Chu Qianxun packed the table and shook him from his sweet sleep.
His hair came out of the quilt in a mess, and before it was too late, Chu Qianxun bent down and picked up his forehead hair, and gave him a good morning kiss.
"Are you hungry? Get up and eat something."
Several days of hard work and the bitterness of lovesickness, all precipitated at this moment and turned into fine wine, pouring into Ye Peitian's internal organs, making him a little intoxicated.
He got out of bed, opened his backpack, and took out a pair of soft armor made of thin black scales, together with the matte black pair of knives, and held it in front of his sweetheart.
"Is it really for me?" Chu Qianxun took it with a smile and pulled out the blade with a swipe.
The pure black blade is dull in color, simple in shape, and looks inconspicuous, not like a weapon forged with a high-level demon body. However, when Chu Qianxun held them in his hands, he could faintly sense that the magic weapon in his hand contained a powerful force that was just about to move.
The armor feels light and dexterous, and the black scales are closely arranged together. When worn close to the body, it can protect the vital parts of the body and will not affect the wearer's movements at all. Chu Qianxun's fingertips displayed a sharp blade, breaking the air with a thin sound, flicking on the armor plate, and flying out of the window. Cut off the crown of a large tree in the distance. But when he looked down at the dull armor plate in his hand, he couldn't see a trace of damage.
Chu Qianxun was secretly surprised, her fingers gently tried on the black blade, but the dull thin blade cut her skin silently.
A drop of blood rolled on the blade and was absorbed by the black blade.
"It's so sharp? What kind of demon body is it made of?" Chu Qianxun looked at the bleeding fingers in surprise. She is a fifth-order saint, and the strength of her skin is not comparable to that of ordinary humans. It was a surprise to her that the weapon could scratch her finger when she touched it lightly.
Ye Peitian pulled her finger over and put it in his mouth.
"The tenth-order monster has its own bleeding effect, you have to be careful." He said vaguely.
The strongest person in Spring City, Jiang Xiaojie, is currently an eighth-order saint, and is the only eighth-order saint in the city.
The ninth order, the highest known to human beings, is extremely rare in number. Ye Peitian brought her a pair of weapons and armors made of a tenth-order demon body.
Chu Qianxun suddenly had an unreal feeling that he didn't pick up a poor little guy that no one wanted, but a wealthy person.