In the dense forest not far from the top of the cliff, there is a river entrenched in it.
Pei Ji stood in the middle of the river, letting the spreading demonic energy immerse him beside him. The flow of the river was extremely slow, bringing with it the gurgling sound of water, and the whimpering sound of beasts.
Compared with the other people, his luck was really bad, and he was in the beast tide raging with demonic breath as soon as he opened his eyes.
The beasts trapped in the Demon Refinement Tower have always had a high cultivation base, and once they gather together, they are even more difficult to deal with. He abruptly used a sword to break out of the siege, and when his consciousness was about to lose his mind, he met Bai Ye and Yonggui.
They said that they had seen Ningning not long ago.
She went to the top of the cliff with Senior Brother Meng Jue and has not returned yet.
Pei Ji has the blood of the demon race, and can detect the surrounding demons more clearly than the orthodox cultivators.
This place is dark and foggy, and ordinary people can't see the tricks, but he can clearly perceive it.
He was worried that Ningning would be in danger, so he refused the proposal of Yonggui to heal her wounds first, and insisted on going to the top of the cliff to meet her.
When the young man thought of this, the shadows in his black eyes gradually thickened, and he let out a self-deprecating chuckle from his throat.
In the end, he saw that Ning Ning pushed Meng Jue away regardless of his own safety. And the bright and beautiful senior brother protected her behind him and raised his hand to wipe off the blood that had been splattered on the girl's face.
"Ning Ning doesn't have to give up his life to save me, my brother will protect you in this life."
… what.
Complete life.
The river water that reached his waist was icy cold, and occasionally swayed with the waves, licking on the wound torn by the sharp claws, causing an excruciating pain.
Pei Ji was indifferent to this, lowered his eyelashes lightly, reached out to hold a handful of clear water from the river, and pressed the blood on his lower abdomen like a ruthless one.
He took off his shirt, and the blood mixed with water dripped down, dyeing the river water beside him a dark red, as if the layers of cinnabar had fainted.
At this moment, the palm is pressed on the wound, although it is called "cleaning", but he exerts force without hesitation, the skin is even more bloody, and the blood can't stop gushing out.
Only this kind of severe pain can make him recover a little clear consciousness from the almost chaotic mind.
What's more, he was used to it for a long time, no matter Pei Ji or others, no one would care.
"Pei Xiaoji, are you crazy?"
Cheng Ying jumped wildly in the sea of consciousness, with a rare hint of anger in his tone: "If you're jealous, just be jealous. How dare you toss yourself like this? Stop it for me!"
The teenager in the twilight pursed his thin lips and responded in a low voice: "I didn't—"
Halfway through, he stopped.
He had no grounds for denial.
When he saw Meng Jue approaching her step by step, and his fingers brushed Ning Ning's cheek, he could clearly feel the emotions surging in his heart.
The chest was stuffy and sore, and there were many grievances and anger for no reason. I just wanted to look away in a hurry, as if standing there was a kind of torture.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, it was clearly naked jealousy, like a raging flame that scorched his bones and burned his heart, making him almost stunned.
Pei Ji slowly took a breath of turbid air, and her palms passed through the bloody cracks on her shoulders.
The big brother acts like a curling autumn moon, his character, swordsmanship and status are all first-class, even if he expresses his heart so intimately and directly, there is no trace of fear on his face.
Therefore, Meng Jue was able to tell Ning Ning bluntly and protect her for the rest of her life.
But can he
Not long ago, someone replaced the Xianquan he used for healing with poisonous water, and even injured Ning Ning, burning blood on her calf.
His identity is so inferior that he can't get rid of the title of "monster" forever. Even if no one deliberately targets him on the bright side, it cannot hide the contempt and rejection under the dark tide.
Besides swordsmanship, Pei Ji has never pursued anything else.
The boy, who had been hated since birth, knew that he was not worthy of anything other than swordsmanship.
Not to mention the bright and warm Ningning.
He is really useless.
Heroes match beautiful women, all stories are written like this, if Ning Ning is really with his senior brother, it is reasonable.
However, as long as he thinks of this ending, Pei Ji's heart is empty and painful.
Luckily, he came to her with all the injuries, but she didn't say a word, just stood beside Senior Brother Meng, not at all...
Don't care about him at all.
He was upset, and had no way of venting his grievances and annoyances. He could only wipe the blood stains on his body over and over again, but because of too much force, the wounds burst open more seriously.
Cheng Ying yelled and was so angry that she gasped for a while, and for some reason, she suddenly lost her voice at a certain moment.
Pei Ji felt something, and raised his eyelashes calmly.
The girl in a plain gauze skirt stood on the shore, her eyes fixed on him, and she frowned unhappily: "That's how you clean up your wounds?"
It's Ning Ning.
Shouldn't she be staying with Senior Brother Meng at this time
Pei Ji was a little dazed, and glanced gently in the direction she was looking at.
Exactly on his chest.
The gloomy-looking boy paused for a moment, then lowered his entire body, submerging his chest into the water, revealing only his slender neck and pale face.
Pei Ji made her voice very cold, and a thin layer of ice quickly covered her eyes: "What are you doing here?"
Chengying snorted coldly.
Let this kid ignore it, now it's alright, the nemesis is here, there should be a good show to watch.
Looking at his disgusting and pretentious appearance, he seemed to be quite dragged in the face of Ning Ning.
I don't know who was so wronged that it almost exploded, thinking over and over in my heart why she didn't come.
"you have not answer my question yet."
Pei Ji's body was covered with scratches and bite marks, and Ning Ning frowned when he saw it. He wanted to teach him a few words righteously, but when the words came to his mouth, they softened unsatisfactorily: "You go ashore first, and I will help you."
Pei Ji's eyes flickered for a moment, and then disappeared quickly: "...No need. I'll just do it myself."
He had never spoken such words in a raw, stiff tone before.
It's like being pissed off.
Ning Ning looked at him through the misty black mist, but did not speak.
Pei Ji was extremely white, and her snow-like complexion was particularly evident in the twilight. Because the hair tie was removed, her black hair was scattered like a waterfall, pouring down on the flowing river.
Looking down again, you can see a slender red mark on his neck, clinging up from the collarbone, and most of it is covered by wet hair.
No matter how stern and cold eyes Pei Ji has, it is difficult to conceal this strange beauty, not to mention that the eyes of the young man are faintly red for some reason, and there is nowhere to hide against the cold white skin.
Ning Ning's heart was a little dry, and she pursed her lips subconsciously.
She saw that Pei Ji was not happy.
Why is he unhappy? Wasn't Pei Ji doing well in Xie Yu's slaughterhouse before? To say what happened after that...
Ning Ning thought half-jokingly, could it be because of the oolong she had with Meng Jue
She originally thought of this idea from her mind with a bit of ridicule, but when she thought about it, she gradually realized something was wrong.
According to the description of Young Master Yonggui and Bai Ye, since Pei Ji was able to go up the mountain to find her with her wound on, it means that he was not angry before he came to the top of the cliff.
To say that there is only one spark, it seems that there is really only her interaction with Meng Jue.
Could it be that Pei Ji was unhappy because she sacrificed her life to save Meng Jue and was wiped away by the latter's bloodstains
… No way.
This idea seems a bit too bold.
What kind of affection it means, it is clearly so self-evident.
Ning Ning thought, she must be blushing.
Just because of some wild idea, it's really useless.
She looked at the red-eyed boy in front of her, and felt flustered without warning. Thinking of the bloodstains on Pei Ji's body, she had to speak again, "You... go ashore first."
After Ning Ning finished speaking, seeing that he didn't respond, he raised his voice a little higher: "If you don't come up, I'll go down."
This sentence really works.
The river water was as cold as ice chips, and Pei Ji would definitely not let her be in the rolling water. After a short pause, she stood up and walked slowly ashore—
Even in this situation, he still had no choice but to obey her obediently.
With the sound of his legs stepping in the water, Ning Ning finally saw what he looked like at this time.
The mist outlines the tall and straight figure of the young man, his black hair soaked in the river water, sticking wetly against his bare arms and waist.
The broad neck and shoulders have smooth lines, and down there is a bloody chest and lower abdomen. The waist is thin and too pale.
Pei Ji felt her line of sight, her figure suddenly froze, her eyelashes lowered, and she stared at the river.
He, why is he so shy!
This should be a normal scene, but because of Pei Ji's evasive action, there is a vague atmosphere of ambiguity.
Ning Ning was a little nervous at first, but now she felt a wave of heat rushed over her head, and her body was too stiff to move.
He's like this... it makes her look like a villain who is scheming against beauty.
Ning Ning pursed her lips silently.
Although she was indeed seduced.
When Pei Ji came ashore, the awkwardness at first dissipated silently.
The injured boy was full of blood, Ning Ning let him sit by the river and took a handkerchief from the storage bag.
"I heard from Bai Ye and the others that you were worried and insisted on coming to the top of the cliff to find me and my senior brother."
Ning Ning lowered her head and gently wiped the water-soaked handkerchief around his neck. When Pei Ji lowered her head, she could see her long dark eyelashes.
Like a fan, it only takes a slight movement to fan out all the anger in his heart, leaving only a few bits and pieces of sourness.
She is really cunning, knowing that he has made up his mind to be alone, but always approaching at such a time, making him unable to even get angry.
"But in this way, won't all the wounds on your body worsen?"
Ning Ning wiped away the blood with full attention, and tapped the side neck next to the wound with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?"
Pei Ji shook her head and asked her in a muffled voice, "Where's Senior Brother Meng Jue?"
After asking, I felt regretful, how could I say such a mindless thing.
"how."
Ning Ning smiled: "Do you want to see him more than me?"
When she spoke, she raised her head and followed the line of the boy's tough jaw, and kept looking at his dark pupils.
Pei Ji's eyes were still a little red, and his pupils were stained with cobweb-like blood, reflecting the small moles like teardrops at the end of his eyes, showing a completely different confusion and embarrassment than usual.
He spoke dryly, his pale pink lips discolored and thin as paper: "No."
After a short pause, he said hoarsely, "I just want to see—"
He clearly just wanted to see her.
This secret was buried deep in his heart, and Ningning would never know.
Pei Ji heard her chuckle.
Ning Ning didn't ask about the word he hid, but continued to wipe the blood, and asked slowly, "Why are you unhappy?"
She pretended to be puzzled and smiled, without looking up at him: "Is it because of me?"
Pei Ji replied without thinking, "No."
"real?"
Ning Ning whispered, "I thought I was hated by you."
Through a thin layer of handkerchief, Pei Ji could feel the soft touch of her fingertips, itching and numbness when she scratched the wound, causing sharp pain.
The pain was supposed to be unbearable, but her touch made him almost addicted.
Pei Ji calmed down a little and took a deep breath: "I won't hate you."
His tongue was clumsy, but he tried his best to say a few more words to her. He was slightly shaken by the biting coolness on the wound, and his voice became even more hoarse: "Anyway, I don't hate you."
Ning Ning did not respond immediately.
She seemed to consider the words in her heart for a long time, and her voice sounded like a colliding bell: "Then... do you like talking to me?"
She spoke hard with her fingertips, twirling gently around the teeth marks on his lower abdomen.
The pain was like a spreading flame, and Pei Ji subconsciously gritted her teeth without making a shameful sound.
An odd question.
He reluctantly replied as if he had surrendered: "...I like it."
These two words were read out in an extremely jerky manner, making the young man's ears stained with striking pink, like a puddle of water, spreading silently to his neck and cheeks.
Ning Ning was so close, she must have seen it all. She saw him blushing, would she... think it was funny
Because of this thought, his chest hurt, and Ning Ning's voice sounded in his ears: "How about holding hands? Do you like it too?"
Her fingers moved down slowly, reaching his lower abdomen.
Pei Ji's body was tense, as stiff as a sculpture.
His voice was also stiff and hoarse, as if it was the same as the base of the ear, it was hot: "Well."
"Oh."
She lowered her head and asked, "What about the hug?"
She pressed step by step, asking more and more ambiguous questions, and every word she spit out weighed on his heart.
Pei Ji had nowhere to go, and her calm voice trembled involuntarily: "... I like it."
Ning Ning stopped for a while.
She seemed to understand everything about why Pei Ji was unhappy, and about the secrets he had hidden in his heart that he had never told.
The girl sitting by the river raised her head, her eyes hurriedly intertwined with him.
Her face was flushed with crimson, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Really?"
The rising tail sound was like a cat's wagging tail, and when it scratched his eardrum, a thin itch exploded in the blood all over his body.
With only the last string left in danger, Pei Ji looked into her eyes, as if being bewitched, and could only answer obediently, "Yes."
The little girl in front of him winked at him.
Immediately without a word, he stretched out his left hand and held Pei Ji's raised wrist bone.
In the scattered fog, he saw Ning Ning bow his head again.
The old scar on the knuckle of the middle finger was suddenly covered with a warm, unfamiliar touch.
Those were the soft lips of a girl.
All the sounds around her seemed to dissipate because of her action.
In the silence, there was only the sound of the heart beating wildly.
There was an unprecedented panic in my mind.
Something exploded in his heart, and Pei Ji felt as if he was in a dream.
And Ning Ning lowered his head, couldn't see his expression, still asked in a tone that couldn't hear the ups and downs: "So what?"
He had nowhere to go, and he was defeated.
The throat rolled up and down involuntarily, and Pei Ji, in the mucus-like thoughts, only said in a daze: "Blood, dirty..."
Before these two words were finished, they hung dully on the tip of the tongue.
—Ning Ning bullied him, with the scent of gardenia, and kissed him on his earlobe involuntarily.
Her voice was close to his ear, passing gently like a warm wind.
The unstoppable trembling was like an electric current, spreading rapidly from the roots of the ears, sweeping through every drop of blood and every bone marrow in the body.
He heard the girl whisper in a whisper: "So... do you like this?"
Pei Ji's ears were visibly reddened.
It was so red that it seemed as long as it was stirred a little more, the blood would be dripping red.
When her lips touched it, she could feel the heat of the river wind surging up and down the boy's body.
Cute to foul. "Pei Ji."
Ning Ning smiled deeper and stepped back to stare at him.
When she opened her mouth, there were two shallow pear eddies on her cheeks, and her voice seemed to be soaked in the sweetness of gardenias, making him involuntarily fascinated and unable to resist.
Heartbeat is unstoppable.
Ning Ning's voice sounded together with the violent heartbeat, and Pei Ji heard a very light smile: "Do you like me?"