Yeyue is silent.
Outside the inn, there was the sound of a little demon playing a watch with a gong, and the moonlight shone through the window lattice, covering the ground.
This was the first time Jiang Yinghe had seen such a scene in the Wanyao frontier fortress. He has also met many big monsters before, and he has treated the little monsters who are dedicated to cultivation with tolerance, but this is the first time he has come to this kind of place, and he did not expect that the monsters with animal instincts are so orderly.
What he didn't expect was that this seven-day carnival, even if it was only the last day, could torture himself like this.
Jiang Yinghe sat by the window and blew the wind for a long time, before slowly dissipating the heat that the medicine had seeped into his body. He took off his coat, went back to the bed and covered himself with the quilt habitually, feeling a little bit in a bad mood.
He thought of his teaching failure case again, and the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it became. After tossing and turning on the bed for a while, he suddenly felt that his body temperature was a little high again.
Logically speaking, the ice and snow body feels slightly cold to the touch.
Jiang Yinghe lowered his head and buried himself in the quilt, and the snow-white rabbit ears in his hair fell down. The rabbit ears pressed against the quilt softly, and he could almost feel the strange touch of having an extra pair of ears.
He couldn't help but raised his hand and squeezed it, and then suddenly withdrew his hand after touching it, feeling that his ears and cheeks must have turned red—how could he not know that he was so sensitive
Jiang Yinghe turned around, looked up and let himself go, his mind was constantly being swiped by "You are finished, you are not clean", he collected himself, and touched the pair of magical instruments connected to the sense of touch again in disbelief...
No, why is a big man so sensitive.
Jiang Yinghe lost hope, and wondered in his heart whether it was the side effect of the seven-day reunion that fell short in the end, or was it just because of the magic weapon? It's fine if it's the latter, but if it's the former...do you want to lose face
He had already started thinking about how long he would be laughed at when he asked Tong Guiyu about this in the future.
The sound of the little demon beating the watch was far away.
In the end, Jiang Yinghe was worn out by this side effect until his Taoist body functioned. Just when his fever subsided a little, he suddenly felt a familiar figure climbed onto the bed very skillfully, and slipped into his arms very smoothly.
Chang Ye raised his hand and hugged him back, his eyes were faintly glowing, clear to the bottom, and the two animal ears in the hair trembled: "Master, you haven't slept yet?"
He didn't do this kind of thing less before, and he naturally rubbed into Jiang Yinghe's arms, innocently: "Ye'er rest with Master."
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If it was okay as usual, now that he rubbed it a few times, it almost made Jiang Yinghe's hair go crazy. He retreated an inch calmly, looked at the little apprentice's obedient expression, and warned himself in his heart:
No, this is Long Ye, he relies on you so much... You can't show such a shameful look in front of him.
But he didn't know that at this moment, the moonlight was hazy, his cheeks were already slightly flushed, and even those black eyes revealed a moist, moist luster, just like the pulse that came after the frost on the branches melted spring water.
In a place where no one noticed, Chang Ye swallowed, realizing for the first time that he was so worthless.
Shizun is really good-looking, and those long soft rabbit ears are also very suitable for him, making people think...
He pressed on step by step, approaching the opponent as if nothing had happened, leaning on Jiang Yinghe's shoulder and whispering: "Master?"
Jiang Yinghe responded in a low voice, "En."
Chang Ye looked at him and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Yinghe came to his senses only after he reminded him. He stretched out his hand to touch his reddish face, and he really felt a little hot.
"No." Jiang Yinghe kept his voice steady, "I'm fine..."
He paused, and saw the little apprentice in front of him reaching out and touching his face.
Chang Ye's fingertips were soft, and his movements were careful, as if he was stroking some precious porcelain when rubbing. His gaze kept on Jiang Yinghe's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Master, you are blushing."
Before Jiang Yinghe could answer, Changye grabbed his shoulders and pressed him down, his breath slightly hot.
The little apprentice pressing on him had bright eyes, and his tone was sincere: "Is Master in love?"
Jiang Yinghe: "... I'm not a monster."
He paused and frowned slightly: "How can you say that, I'm just... affected by a little side effect."
This sentence is vague, in an attempt to muddle through.
But Chang Ye was obviously not someone who would let go easily. He lowered his head and stretched out his hands, pinching Jiang Yinghe's long ears while talking.
"Is this really the case? Master, don't tell me—"
Jiang Yinghe:! ! !
In the next moment, the little apprentice, who he had never said anything serious, was pushed down. Jiang Yinghe hugged the quilt and huddled in the corner of the bed, his fingertips were so hard that the fabric in his palm was about to be torn.
He calmed down for a while, and then suppressed the feeling of inexplicable emptiness. He took a breath, and after a long silence, he said in a low voice: "...Ye'er, go back and sleep by yourself."
Long night did not answer.
Jiang Ying
He didn't hear the footsteps either, just when he thought it was the little apprentice who was sad, just when he wanted to raise his head to explain to him, a thick, thick and fluffy tail hooked his calf.
He is slender and slender, with straight calves that can be completely wrapped around by this fluffy tail.
Chang Ye came back to him again, like a cat confirming its territory, the tip of its tail gently swept across his instep.
"Master..." the little apprentice called out, "What's wrong with you?"
He asked so innocently, how could Jiang Yinghe open his mouth.
Just a few breaths after he hesitated, Chang Ye took his hand again, leaned over, and continued to ask in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yinghe closed his eyes and opened them again, steadying his voice, and said, "It's okay, you go out."
In his mind, the well-behaved and obedient little apprentice didn't respond, and even moved closer, smelling the faint fragrance of the master.
The tail also gradually became presumptuous, constantly rubbing against Jiang Yinghe's fair skin.
... This tail doesn't look very serious.
Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand and rubbed between his brows: "Still going out?"
The situation is special now, if he accidentally loses control of himself and strikes at his little apprentice, wouldn't he be condemned by his conscience
Jiang Yinghe didn't recognize his position at all, and in front of him was Chang Ye's pure and beautiful face, he took a deep breath to calm his mind - even if his sexuality was really bent, he couldn't harm the little apprentice like this.
Then, the breath of the long night approached more and more. He took the initiative to hold Jiang Yinghe's wrist, and said softly, "Master... let me help you."
Before Jiang Yinghe could reply, the tail that was behaving recklessly curled up.
"Hiss..." Jiang Yinghe dodged subconsciously, but failed to dodge, but was gently pressed down by the opponent's movements and held in his arms.
A rich and beautiful fragrance overflowed from the opponent's body, intertwined with the breath emanating from Jiang Yinghe's Taoist body.
Jiang Yinghe pushed him, but failed to push him away, and then heard Chang Ye's soft whisper.
"Is it okay to just use the tail? Just treat it as an auxiliary tool, Master, you look so uncomfortable. Unfortunately, I can only control half of it, sometimes it will move around by itself..."
Jiang Yinghe wasn't in such a bad mood before, but now he was really about to cry. He endured and endured, and said: "... where did you learn this?"
Chang Ye leaned over and kissed his wet eyelashes, and said, "Master, did you really treat me like a child all the time?"
Jiang Ying He Bi
He overcame his breath and asked, "Otherwise?"
The little apprentice beside him smiled softly and said, "Well... Actually Ye'er has grown up."
Jiang Yinghe looked up, and saw a pair of well-behaved and clear black eyes floating with a strong lust that could overwhelm people, and a sense of encroachment that was almost beastly.
He suddenly realized that the child in his eyes had already grown sharp teeth, revealing the gaze of a predator.
Chang Ye lowered his head, kissed the Adam's apple on Jiang Yinghe's neck, then licked it slowly, and asked in a low voice: "Then what is Master thinking now?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't reply. He felt that his vision of seeing people was indeed a little off.
This is not a stray kitten, but a beast that has grown crooked at some point.
Chang Ye scraped his slender neck with his sharp teeth, bit his Adam's apple and paused for a while, his voice hoarse: "Are you still thinking about Senior Brother Li?"
When he asked this sentence, it felt too dangerous. Jiang Yinghe hid for a while, held his shoulders, and asked after a sigh of relief: "Chang Ye, what the hell are you... are you..."
"Yes." Chang Ye replied frankly, "Ye'er likes Master."
Jiang Yinghe was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"Ye'er wants to be with Shizun." The other party's tone was tender, "Aside from Shizun, there is no other person I can like."
Jiang Yinghe locked his eyebrows tightly, and the anger in his heart surged up again, saying: "Do you know what you are talking about? Qin Jun lied to me, so what is the difference between you and him now?"
Chang Ye said: "He is hypocritical, but Ye'er is sincere."
Before Jiang Yinghe could answer, he felt that weird, fluffy tail being pinched by his hand. The other party raised his head slightly and licked the soft rabbit ears on his head.
Jiang Yinghe has no cultivation at this time, and his strength will be drained by this little bastard.
He has no idea what he looks like now. In Chang Ye's eyes, Jiang Yinghe, who had always been calm and cold, scolding him with red eyes at this moment, was simply provoking his sensitive nerves.
His sense of smell of the monster clan was awakened, and he was so excited that he was a little out of his mind.
Chang Ye stretched out his hand, and slowly brushed aside the hair that covered the other side's cheek, and stroked the master's fair cheek with his finger, and paused slightly when it reached the edge of his eyes.
The edge of Jiang Yinghe's clear and bright eyes, as cold as morning stars, was wet with tears, and he didn't know if he was being teased, or he was mad at Changye.
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But it looks... It seems that the anger component is relatively large.
The moment Chang Ye paused, Jiang Yinghe couldn't hold back his emotions at all, and shed tears silently, but he didn't want to show the other party, so he turned his head to avoid his sight.
This is not a drop of tears, this is almost scalding the apex of Chang Ye's heart, making him suddenly feel that it is difficult to continue.
As soon as Chang Ye stopped moving, the tangled fluffy tail also loosened. He hugged Jiang Yinghe, leaned over to wipe the tears on his cheeks distressedly, and whispered: "I'm not doing this anymore, Master, I was joking with you, don't be angry, Ye'er was wrong."
Jiang Yinghe pursed his lips, and his tone was light and cold: "You did it on purpose."
The fire in his heart is actually still building up layer by layer, thinking that I treat you as an apprentice and you actually want to sleep with me? Does being a teacher still have dignity now
It's just that when Jiang Yinghe got angry again, his first reaction was how to solve the problem. He couldn't beat the little apprentice who had been brought up to death with a stick.
While he was annoyed, he still had to press down on the emotional analysis question—what was wrong with the teaching? One is fine, what's going on here? Is this kind of joke also casual
Chang Ye hugged him to comfort him, the real side exposed on his body gradually weakened, and then returned to his original harmless appearance, flattering and authentic: "Ye'er is just...seeing Senior Brother Qin treat Master..."
Jiang Yinghe: "... you are not allowed to learn."
"Is Master very scared?" Chang Ye blinked, "Is this considered bullying Master?"
How could this not count, he would be frightened. Jiang Yinghe didn't want to answer, turned his back to him, and said after a while, "Go out."
The other party was silent for a while, not knowing what to think, and suddenly said: "I'd better... help Master solve the effect of the medicine."
It's okay if he didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, Jiang Yinghe was going to be so mad at him—if Changye didn't come over to kiss and lick him, what would happen to the side effects of the residual medicine? Isn't it because he doesn't distinguish between serious and serious, big or small
I don't believe that I can't handle this kind of thing, and I want you to worry about it one by one
Changye waited for a while, only to hear the master scold in suppressed annoyance.
"Go away."
He took a deep look at Jiang Yinghe's back, and while putting on his shoes on the bed, he said softly: "Then... Master, have a good rest? If it really doesn't work, call me again?"
Chang Ye slowly exited the room, closed the door, then turned around and leaned against the door frame, stared at the open ground for a while, wondering what he was thinking, and then
He raised his head and glanced at the bright moon in the sky.
… How to do it. He lowered his hand, brushed his fingertips over the soft sword at his waist, and smiled self-deprecatingly.
She prepared so well and planned so meticulously, but in the end, she couldn't even hold back a single tear from his master... How could this be my character
Long Ye took a deep breath, and the cold air under the moon filled his lungs.
——
the next day.
The atmosphere between the two became a little weird.
Jiang Yinghe persuaded himself not to pay too much attention to what happened that night, but he still couldn't help but recall that tail that was wagging back and forth. As a result, when he looked at other people's monsters, he would pay a little attention to other people's tails.
Changye's body... what kind of monster is it? How does it feel like I haven't seen it.
Jiang Yinghe thought about it for a while, but still couldn't recall it.
When he was on Earth in his previous life, he was a glorious teacher of the people, and he had a strong sense of responsibility. Therefore, when he felt that he had misled his apprentices, his mood was always very complicated.
… In the final analysis, it is his sexuality education that is not in place. What if Chang Ye messed up his own sexuality when his mind was not perfect
No, I have to spread the knowledge with him when I have a chance, so that this kid can stop in time.
Jiang Yinghe had treated him like a child for so many years, but he couldn't change his thinking for a while. Just as he was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door.
The shop waiter with dog ears came in with food, and the food plates were full of things that the monster race was used to eating. Don't say that Jiang Yinghe has long been bigu, even if he really wants to eat something, he has no appetite for these meals.
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him, and said in a flat tone, "Let it go."
The shop waiter looked at him, and suddenly said: "Well, I would like to ask, do you... have two partners?"
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, and asked back, "Partner...or two?"
"Yes." The waiter nodded quickly, "Did you dump your other partner, and then elope with this...?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't even understand what he was saying, so he heard the dog demon in front of him continue on his own.
"Guest officer, don't blame me. You provoked that person too fiercely. At least you are at the beginning of the Yuanshen stage, right? They are looking for you. We are a small shop, and we really can't afford to provoke big shots..."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of blood jade and placed it on the table.
The blood-colored jade pendant was originally still thick in color, but when it came to Jiang Yinghe, it suddenly lit up for a while, and then quickly
It melted away, and at the same time, bright red liquid began to ooze from the ground of the Yaozu inn, as if the blood pool of the demon cultivator had moved under the inn, revealing a strong, violent and murderous blood.
In the next moment, the blood gathered into a pool, rapidly flowing and spreading, and then a familiar human figure emerged from the pool.
Before Jiang Yinghe could see what was going on, he was enveloped by an extremely familiar aura, swept over with a strong bloody aura, and there was also a sudden and tight embrace.
Jiang Yinghe was in pain from being hugged by him. He heard the unsteady and urgent breathing in his ears, and heard Li Huanhan's deep and hoarse voice.
"Master... I found you."
He was covered in blood, and besides the red drops of water on the blood pool, there were still unhealed residual wounds on his body, and the seeped blood drops soaked through the black robe.
Li Huanhan held him tightly in his arms, and buried him between his necks to suppress the surging emotions. He was on the verge of going crazy, and the murderous and cruel aura in his body was hard to suppress, but he still slowly let go of his arms, as if he was afraid of scaring the other party.
"I really don't want to..." His voice was soft and hoarse, "see you like this."
He raised his eyes, and what was revealed in front of Jiang Yinghe was a pair of bright red eyes like blood, and a bright red pattern representing the entanglement of demons, which spread from the neck and devoured the heart veins within an inch.
Jiang Yinghe stared at him blankly, stared at the monstrous demonic energy for a moment, and then asked with a trembling voice: "You... Are you possessed?"
No, it shouldn't be. With a cold personality and mind...how could...
The thoughts in his mind were suddenly interrupted, he felt something touched by his hand, he looked down and saw that there was blood between his fingers.
The opponent's body was injured, but he didn't even frown.
Jiang Yinghe was overwhelmed by the shock for a moment, and felt that it would be a great fortune not to die against Qin Jun. He suddenly felt sour, his heart ached terribly, and he said in a low voice, "You are still running around when you are injured? Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"
The author has something to say: He He: This day, nima, is like a dream.
Chang Ye: ... I just walked away for a while...