Ning Ning was a little flustered by his stare.
Pei Ji was very high, Yuehua slanted down, and his shadow just shrouded her body. Although he had no body, he pressed down heavily with weight, making it hard to breathe.
If she bows her head or steps back at this time, she will collapse for the whole period, which is no different from telling Pei Ji clearly that she is shy in his eyes.
That's too embarrassing.
Ning Ning held back her heartbeat and raised her head with a sullen expression.
Xie Yu's face was sharp and deep, and there was always a bit of evil spirit in his eyes.
As his heir, Pei Ji has merged the genes of both parents. Although it is slightly similar, his appearance is more flamboyant and soft.
What Ning Ning said was true, Pei Ji was really beautiful.
When he usually has a cold face, he looks like a cold moon and is out of reach, but now he is standing close to her. For some reason, there is a hint of struggle in his eyes, which greatly relieves the coldness around him. and hostility.
Like broken water light gently rippling in the bottom of her eyes, reflecting a light pink as warm as peach blossoms, but it was artificially blocked and could not be conveyed to her side.
Such a look is really unbearable.
And Pei Ji moved slowly and moved closer to her.
The stunned look on his face only appeared for a short moment, and was immediately replaced by the restraint and coldness that always hung on his face.
Seeing that he had stopped, Ning Ning thought that this matter was over, but suddenly heard a voice belonging to Pei Ji without any precaution.
His voice was weak, and his tone was too stiff, almost murmuring: "Can I... hug you?"
An irresistible tone.
Ning Ning almost thought he had hallucinations.
Her heart was like a cat with blown fur, and the fluff spread out everywhere. She looked over in a daze and saw the boy's eyes half-covered by the messy hair.
This time, Pei Ji's back froze, and she looked away silently.
He never thought, but he was in a trance for a while, that he would actually say these words hidden in the bottom of his heart.
Although he seldom had contact with outsiders, Pei Ji understood the meaning of hugging.
It is an action that only close people give to each other, which symbolizes acceptance and tolerance and skin-to-skin contact.
And the inexplicable ambiguity.
Ning Ning didn't answer, only darkness and silence filled the bamboo forest, and he felt embarrassed like never before.
She must have felt abrupt, hesitant to know how to refuse.
After all, the two of them can only be called an ordinary relationship. For Pei Ji, Ning Ning is the most special one among all people; but she is always surrounded by so many friends of all shapes and sizes, and the taciturn and sullen junior and junior brothers inevitably seem dispensable.
What's more, he still has such a terrible identity-
Before the thought dissipated, a fresh breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers suddenly passed by his ears.
Something warm and soft rushed into her arms, and Pei Ji leaned back slightly and took a step back.
Ning Ning's experience of hugging is not much richer than his, and his movements are hurried and clumsy. The two hands on his back didn't know where to go, and after some tossing and turning, they finally stopped at Pei Ji's bulging spine.
His heartbeat was too loud, Ning Ning thought, fast and fierce, making her go numb.
She buried her head in Pei Ji's neck, and when she spoke, she exhaled a gentle breath, scratched gently on his collarbone, and called out in a muffled voice, "Pei Ji."
Ning Ning was calling his name.
Just two words were enough to make him feel restless.
Pei Ji took a breath and responded in a deep voice, "Well."
"...If you want to hug, just hug directly."
She buried her head lower when she spoke, and her voice gradually faded, as if it took a lot of courage to finally finish the sentence: "This kind of thing... You can't let girls take the initiative."
Chengying couldn't hold back, and let out a "poof" laugh.
Pei Ji was stunned and didn't move.
A trace of fire quickly spread in his chest, pulling out bright sparks, as if something exploded, and the fireworks he saw in Luan City that day burst into his heart inexplicably.
If Ning Ning hadn't hated him—
The young Jianxiu let go of the long sword in his hand and raised his arms.
What the palm touched was a completely different feeling from the cold and hard hilt. It was as soft as a piece of sugar or a lake of water, and it felt comfortable and warm.
His hands, which were full of scars and calluses, slowly moved upwards, passing through the girl's slender waist, waist and back in turn. Ning Ning seemed to be a little itchy when touched, and trembled in Pei Ji's arms.
Even his heart trembled.
"Don't be sad."
After Ning Ning finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong. After a pause, she added with a stiff voice: "No... If you are sad, you can come and tell me at any time. Although I don't have much ability, I will definitely try my best to help you."
Pei Ji lowered her head, the tip of her nose was close to her hair.
It is the familiar jasmine fragrance.
He gently kissed her hair without leaving any trace, Ning Ning knew nothing about it.
want to be closer to her.
Get closer.
The hugs that were once extremely extravagant seem to be far from enough at this moment.
He had never been so insatiable, and it seemed as if an endless abyss had opened in his heart, which could not be filled no matter what.
However, this is the limit. If you approach it recklessly, once you cross the limit, it will only lead to Ningning's annoyance.
Pei Ji was tortured madly.
If one day I see her disgusting gaze—
He didn't dare to think about it.
"Don't keep anything on your mind, you know?"
Ning Ning finally recovered from the nervousness, slowly became familiar with this action, and poked him in the back as he spoke: "I..."
When she said this, she suddenly paused for a while, and Pei Ji also frowned, looking up into the depths of the bamboo forest.
There was a faint rustling, imperceptible sound.
The scalding heat on Ning Ning's face returned when he heard the sound, coughed hurriedly, and stepped back two steps from his arms.
She held her breath, didn't dare to look at Pei Ji, and looked straight in the direction of the voice.
The woods in the middle of the night were silent and silent, and the moon was blocked by dark clouds at some point, and only a few strands of dim silver gleamed.
The illusion is extremely dangerous, Ning Ning and Pei Ji both restrained their spiritual power, and the end of the bamboo tree circle suddenly moved, and a woman in a white skirt walked out of it.
Ning Ning was stunned.
This sister, she had seen before.
The white-toothed eyebrows, Pingting Xiuya, and a teardrop under her eyes drooping down, it is Zhou Yimei, the Miss Zhou family.
Zhou Yimei never thought that she would bump into them here, but when the cold wind blew at night, she unconsciously covered her lips and coughed a few times.
The three pairs of eyes suddenly collided in the stagnant air. Although there was no words, a dark tide was born in the invisible.
Ning Ning really couldn't figure it out.
I heard that after Xie Yu led the demons to break through Chongling, none of the Zhou family survived except her, and although Zhou Yimei was lucky enough to escape, she was in a situation where life was worse than death and suffered humiliation in every possible way.
The man resented her betrayal and unfeeling back then. Not only did Zhou Yimei live in an abandoned courtyard, making her deceived by everyone, he also fractured her right hand. Raising the ashes of the dog man won't be enough to make up for it.
- If you follow the dog-blood trend of the ancient abuse, does Zhou Yimei really fall in love with Xie Yu? Shouldn't the only ending that suits him be to be made into a human meat pork bun and fed to the dog
No, no, the most important question now is, why did Zhou Yimei appear alone in the bamboo forest in the middle of the night
Ning Ning was still wondering, and Pei Ji next to him said lightly, "Miss Zhou."
Zhou Yi brows away the panic in his eyes, and slightly nods to the two of them: "Young Master Pei, Miss Ning."
In her capacity, Xie Yu couldn't have the patience to introduce each of the cultivators in detail, but she memorized the names of the two of them during the meal, which showed their cultivation.
There was no one else in the bamboo forest. Amidst the chaos, the white-skirted woman paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "I also ask you two to keep the matter of the night a secret... Seeing my situation, Bamboo Horse couldn't bear to bring me the medicine, Ru Ruo said. If he knows, I am afraid that another innocent person will die."
Oh, it appeared! Always lend a helping hand in times of crisis, but only get the infatuation of "you are a good man"!
Ning Ning noticed that she didn't even mention Xie Yu's name and used "he" instead.
"The two of you are Xianmen disciples, you must have a heart of pity, please have mercy on me and so on—"
Before Zhou Yimei could finish her words, she frowned and coughed again. Ning Ning responded with a sympathetic expression: "Miss Zhou, don't worry, we will keep it a secret."
She pursed her lips and smiled, and thanked her with a pale face: "It's getting late, I have to go back to the room to rest as soon as possible, and the two of you should return to the manor as soon as possible."
This one obviously had no plans to continue chatting with them, but Ning Ning raised her eyebrows and called out, "Miss Zhou."
Zhou Yimei turned her head to look at her indifferently, and listened to the little girl Jianxiu said sincerely: "I have been hurt by the master before, and I understand your current mood - the person who gave Xie Yu's injury medicine and exercises back then was not Gu Zhaozhao. , is it you?"
She was slightly stunned, and her eyes showed a sad look: "What's the use of mentioning old things again? No matter how I explain, he won't believe it."
This is an acknowledgment.
This pot of dog blood is really pure and delicious. Ning Ning pieced it together. According to the ancient sadomasochistic storybooks he has read, it is easy to restore the whole story of the year.
The eldest young lady from a delicate family fell in love with a domestic servant. Due to the strict discipline of the family, even if he found the medicine and satiety, he could only entrust the maid beside him to bring it to him.
She likes to be young and shy, but fortunately, the teenager is in love with her.
Later, the two agreed to flee, but they didn't want to be leaked by the maid, Zhou Yimei was ordered to be grounded, and Xie Yu was left with only half of his life under the stick of the housekeeper.
He thought he had been betrayed, but he didn't know anything.
For example, how carefully that young lady chose the medicinal herbs for him, and then handed it over to the maid with a blushing face; for example, she would always sneak a peek at him when passing by, even if the distance was sometimes far away, her shy eyes would always wander around It turned to Xie Yu.
Thinking about it, Gu Zhaozhao took all the credit from the beginning of delivering the medicine. Even if Zhou Yimei tried to explain, he couldn't find any evidence or reason at all.
It's really incomprehensible, a demon king, a young lady of the demon clan, living out the plot of Avatar with Avatar's character design.
This misunderstanding is layered on top of another. Those who don't know it think that they are playing Russian nesting dolls. Even Ning Ning, a bystander, feels tired, why bother.
"I'm doomed to miss him, and now my life is like duckweed, and I don't know where to go."
Zhou Yimei thought for a moment, then said slowly, "With my current body, I probably won't be able to live for long. I don't know if I can elicit half a tear from him after my death."
"Miss Zhou, don't be sad, there may be a turning point in this matter."
Ning Ning comforted her with empathy, and suddenly changed her words: "I heard that the Zhou family is a famous demon cultivator that has been passed down from generation to generation, and Xie Yu's exercises all come from this—presumably Miss Zhou's cultivation level is not low, right? "
The brilliance of the full moon shone through the clouds, and the sadness and grief in the woman's eyes suddenly stopped.
And Ning Ning continued to ask, "I don't know what the lady is doing? Fu Xiu, Fa Xiu, or... Jian Xiu?"
Zhou Yimei stood in the shadow of the bamboo forest, with shadows layering between his eyes, and looked at her without saying a word.
After a long time, the woman showed a self-deprecating smile from the corner of her lips and raised her broken right hand: "I'm already a waste, Miss Ning."
The conversation between them came to an abrupt end, and Zhou Yimei sadly said goodbye to the two of them.
Seeing her back gradually fade away, the sympathy in Ning Ning's eyes dissipated, and a little playful laughter emerged: "Have you noticed?"
Pei Ji deserved it quickly: "Well."
Both of them are sword cultivators, and they are particularly sensitive to sword qi. Therefore, when Zhou Yimei first appeared, Ning Ning immediately caught a wisp of sword intent that was about to disappear beside her.
Cold and clear, secluded and invisible.
The reason why Zhou Yimei appeared in the bamboo forest in the middle of the night was probably not as simple as "bamboo horse delivering medicine".
Ning Ning realized this, so later in the conversation with each other, both of them were working on their acting skills.
She pretended to be stupid and stunned, while Zhou Yimei was mournful throughout the whole process, as if she had lost hope for the future.
There is a problem that has troubled Ning Ning for a long time.
Since no one knows the whereabouts of Demon Lord Xie Yu, it means that he is not subduing for the elders of the sect. In this way, if this place really belongs to his fantasy-
Who was the person who defeated him and sent him into the Demon Refining Tower
When he noticed that sword energy, the answer was ready to come out.
As a normal person, with his family lost and himself imprisoned in a world without dignity, can he really put aside the past and start a vigorous love-hate entanglement with his enemy
Afraid that there is no problem with the head, it is recommended to turn left to the brain department of the hospital.
What's more, Zhou Yimei was born as a demon, and the family has secrets and exercises that have been passed down from generation to generation. She has what Xie Yu has, and what Xie Yu can't get, she can easily get it.
Regardless of race, talent or acquired education, this eldest lady is far superior to him.
As for Zhou Yimei's body, the reason why Xie Yu had to break his right hand...
Ning Ning's eyelids jumped.
Breaking the swordsman's hand holding the sword was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation to her.
tough enough.
Sadomasochism is a magical realm.
The good-looking girl was tortured and humiliated in all kinds of ways, and she was reduced to Pinduoduo who could cut a knife to anyone, but she was still obsessed with love and not love. As long as she heard the so-called "love you" from the so-called "prodigal son", you can put the past in vain.
To say the meaning of the whole story, perhaps it is only to show how tenacious the vitality of human beings is and how the radiance of the Virgin shines on the earth.
But why do you feel wronged to pick up a boyfriend in the trash? With his stupidity like a pig, with his three thousand harems, with the pitifully shrunken little brain of his third-degree handicapped, he feels a soft heart and wants to help the poor
- That's weird.
Why bother to tie your life to boring love and love, the only thing you want to do at this time is definitely to avenge yourself and your family.
Ning Ning stopped his gaze in the direction where the white shadow disappeared, smiled and tiptoed: "There may be a good show to watch next."
What I just saw is vivid in my eyes.
She seemed to still be able to see the gleam of light in Zhou Yimei's eyes when she turned to leave.
Neither humble nor resentful, what reflected in those black pupils was a decisive sword qi.
And merciless murderous intent.