The bright red water droplets in the blood pool floated up and down on the surface of the pool.
The crisp sound of chains colliding and a burst of low words echoed in the empty hall.
"...I can't wear it... Li Huanhan, can you calm down a bit."
However, the person in front of him didn't seem to have the slightest impulse. His brows were as calm as usual, and his blood eyes were deep. Only when he looked over, could he see a slight fluctuation in the frozen eyes.
Jiang Yinghe moved back to the edge, leaning against the corner of the bed, and almost fell to the ground, but was pulled back by the other party holding his ankle again.
The black hem of the clothes blends with the white of the bed, and the style of the belt is very familiar to Li Huanhan. He has followed Jiang Yinghe for more than two hundred years, and the lives and habits of the two of them have subtly influenced each other, almost blending into one.
The slender and well-proportioned finger tore off the belt on his body, and the outer robe fell off.
When Jiang Yinghe didn't understand their thoughts before, Jiang Yinghe could still be calm, but now—
The other party's actions were not very fierce, but they couldn't break free no matter what. Jiang Yinghe couldn't pull it out, and watched helplessly as he stroked the thing a few times, and layers of magic repair seals lit up on it.
"Li Huanhan?" The chains rang together, Jiang Yinghe's voice became hoarse, and the corners of his eyes slowly turned red, "...Are you dumb?"
The opponent's movements froze for a moment, then continued. His body also approached, and his body was filled with a murderous and cruel air like a sword meeting, dark and cold.
Jiang Yinghe grabbed his wrist, and couldn't find any more intimidating words, so he could only retreat, and slowly lowered his voice: "...it's still cold, you...don't hurt me."
Perhaps this slight gesture touched Li Huanhan's nerves, he finally broke the silence, turned his head and kissed the wet eyelashes of the master: "Okay."
Jiang Yinghe lowered his eyes and let him kiss him, and then stared at the completely dark status bar. Although he knew that he couldn't refuse, he still asked in a puzzled way, "What are you locking here for?"
There was a moment of silence on the other side, and it was so long that Jiang Yinghe thought he would not answer before he heard Li Huanhan's deep voice.
"I don't want... Master thinks about other people's reactions."
Jiang Yinghe slowly opened his eyes wide: "Who am I missing? I, I am obviously practicing Taoism diligently and teaching honestly, although educating people is not good..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt that the movement under the other party's fingers was a little heavier.
His waist tensed suddenly, but after a while, he lost his strength and fell back on the bed. Jiang Yinghe was lying on the couch, looking at the light red curtain above the sleeping hall, he felt his heart beating too fast.
... so exciting.
Like a group of turbulent waves hitting the rocks, being scorched dry by the scorching sun, every little bit of moisture is steaming. The stars in the night sky are moving left and right, wandering back and forth, colorfully bright and colorfully off, jabbing and wagging their tails indefinitely, bursts of starlight rushing into my mind.
He exhales.
Even the breath is hot.
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, feeling that his head was full of stars, and his ears were filled with the sound of ringing chains. His fingers penetrated into the hair, only to realize that the roots of the hair were wet with thin sweat.
The plain thin shirt on his body was also somewhat close to the skin, outlining the lines of his back and waist.
Jiang Yinghe turned his gaze and looked at Li Huanhan through the dim light. He saw a thick blood red under Li Huanhan's eyes. He looked at it for a moment, and said softly in a hoarse voice, "Are you nervous?"
"… Um."
"I really don't understand what's going on with you. If you say you are timid, you dare to tie me up directly. If you say you are bold, you even have to look at your face when you kiss me." Jiang Yinghe's mind was buzzing, I don't know what I'm talking about, so I said to myself, "You don't allow me to think about others, isn't that blocking my own way?"
He raised his hand, pressed the beating eyebrows and rubbed them twice, circulated his body, cleared his mind for a while, and couldn't help but said a few more words to the other party: "In case I can't accept you for the rest of my life, you want to consume me?" When is it?"
The other party was silent for a moment, and replied: "I have always been by Master's side."
As soon as Jiang Yinghe relaxed, he felt that Li Huanhan's hands were really incapable of technique. Wearing a lock was like wearing an embroidery needle. , Wen Yan said: "Your words sound familiar... Hiss, lighten up."
His voice trembled a little, he took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and turned his head away, and buried himself in the quilt.
... Where does it sound familiar? It felt like Qin Jun and Chang Ye had said the same thing.
When Li Huanhan finally put on the last restraint, Jiang Yinghe's originally reddish eyes were completely red, sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, his lips were biting red, and the two rabbit ears on his head curled up slightly , lying wiltingly between the hair.
He put on his robe again, sat in the corner of the bed and fastened the lace and pipa buckle of the snow-white robe, feeling suddenly
He felt Li Huanhan's breath approaching him.
Jiang Yinghe snapped his fingers, but without raising his eyes, he cursed with red eyes, "Pervert."
"Um."
Li Huanhan actually admitted it very calmly. He wrapped his arms around the master's waist and helped him arrange the wrinkled sleeve robe. His movements were familiar and natural. Can't see any difference from before.
Even though Jiang Yinghe had a pile of pent-up anger, he couldn't bring it out at this moment. He watched Li Huanhan put back his loose hair, his movements were as gentle as ever.
... What's the matter with this feeling of being unable to get angry.
Jiang Yinghe did not dodge his hand rebelliously, but it was still a bit weird and subtle. He slowly condensed his thoughts, combed his head, and said after a long while: "The only demon cultivator who can reach the half-step Golden Immortal and has the body of a heavenly demon is the Blood River Demon Lord from thousands of years ago. You joined the Penglai Sect. Sect general election, why?"
Li Huanhan stared at him, and said calmly: "The condition of the secret method of resurrection is to be revived on the body of the prepared demon. When I woke up, I had just activated my blood, and I was already a disciple of Penglai."
Jiang Yinghe sighed, and continued to ask, "Why didn't you reject me?"
His voice was always clear, but when he said it now, he seemed a little depressed. The candlelight on the side reflected on the robe, softening the contrast between the thick black hair and the plain clothes.
His sleeves are embroidered with a pattern of white plum blossoms, with gold thread embroidering the edges, which is double-sided and three different embroidery, and the inner side is embroidered with cloud patterns made of silver thread.
Li Huanhan was silent for a moment, his gaze fell on Jiang Yinghe's face.
"I think..." he paused, "...see how you treat me."
Jiang Yinghe suddenly heard the record about Blood River Demon Lord that he had read. This Demon Lord rose suddenly thousands of years ago, and personally killed the previous Lord of the Demon Sect.
It is recorded in the book that his father was originally a disciple of the righteous way, named Li Yunxiao, who used to be a disciple of Penglai, and was a sword cultivator at that time. Li Yunxiao eloped with Ning Fengyao, the holy maiden of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and they both betrayed their families, hoping to live a life of wandering around the world. only later...
The sect always had to clean up the sect, and there was chaos in the records. Some said that Li Yunxiao was betrayed by Ning Fengyao, and died by gouging out his heart. It is said that in order to protect his wife and children, he was struck by the master's sword, and his soul was scattered, and he was not even allowed to enter the Netherworld... But the end result is the same, he died.
Ning Fengyao fled back to the Tianmo Sect, signed a contract with the leader at the time, and became the only one to be made
A saint who became a puppet but is still in office. And Li Huanhan also became the leader's disciple.
What happened later... was even more bloody and dark, and even the words were shocking, so it doesn't matter if I don't mention it.
When Jiang Yinghe read this record, he only remembered that the Jade Slip commented on Blood River Demon Lord, saying that he was "cruel, ruthless, heartless, and weak in sympathy. He is a born evil cultivator."
But at this moment, Jiang Yinghe looked up, but still felt that although the person in front of him was solid on the surface, it was actually as brittle as glass with cracks all over it.
He looked back, looking into those blood-red eyes.
"Master." Li Huanhan said, "Are you...already attached?"
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment: "Does my heart belong? I, am I so promising?"
He thought about it, and felt that what he said was wrong, and corrected: "There will be in the future, there will be in the future..."
In the middle of his speech, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and realized that what he said was not quite right. Just as he was about to correct it again, he heard the deep voice of the big apprentice rang from his ears.
"That night at Qingjingya, Master had a reaction." Even when he said these few words, Li Huanhan's tone was restrained, "Did you release it because you were thinking about the long night?"
He asked so calmly that Jiang Yinghe's mind went blank for a moment.
... that's why he's going to lock it? No, no, isn't this person a little too smart? How could he think about the long night, that night he was first woken up by the posture of several people, and then stayed up half the night before falling asleep, in his sleep...
The thoughts in Jiang Yinghe's mind stopped abruptly, thinking of his fingers that were too cold to the touch that night.
- It's over.
It's not a dream, it's...
Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand to gather his collar, and heard the other party continue.
"At that time, Master, it was like a long night."
Jiang Yinghe can't remember the specific scene anymore, he only remembers that before night fell, Ye'er did come and stay for a long time, he seemed to vaguely feel someone touching his lips, half asleep and half awake, he thought it was Chang Ye who had a more eccentric personality, crawled out of bed and came to make a fuss .
Seeing that he didn't answer, Li Huanhan stopped talking and didn't ask any more questions. He got closer, hugged Jiang Yinghe tightly in his arms, closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Chang Ye also wore this thing for you?"
Before Jiang Yinghe could react to what he said, a hand stroked the rabbit ears on his head.
This pair of fluffy rabbit ears has been reducing the sense of presence, but after all, they still haven't escaped the fate of being rua. Fur-colored snow on the long ears that hang down
It is white, without any impurities, and there is a little long fluff on the tip of the ear.
Li Huanhan brushed the rabbit's ears with his well-proportioned and strong knuckles, and touched the soft ears back and forth a few times. As his movements continued, the master in his arms suddenly froze, and the fingers holding his arm trembled a few times at the same time.
Jiang Yinghe's palms were sweating, and he couldn't hold onto the cloth on his arm. He thought with chagrin of the side effects of a drug that fell short... He was extremely sensitive, especially his ears.
He should have remembered it before, when Li Huanhan touched his body before, he was already driven unconscious by the touch.
Jiang Yinghe's hand slipped half an inch from his arm, and then slightly supported it. He lowered his head, panting. Breathing. He said in confusion: "... a traitor."
This sentence has no deterrent force at all, and even the tone of voice is soft. Jiang Yinghe lay in his arms, with his forehead resting on his shoulder, being rua to doubt his life, and finally hugged his waist in a broken jar, shaking his rabbit ears and choked up: "Don't touch, don't touch me... still cold."
Although she looks so normal on the surface, why is her temperament really so dark! If it was before, even if Li Huanhan wanted to touch him, he would only gently ask him if he would like to touch him.
Now... the status has plummeted.
Jiang Yinghe's eyes were red, and he couldn't push him away for no reason, so he could only slowly shrink into his arms, his plush ears became hot, and he was about to tie himself into knots in embarrassment.
But at this moment, the other party regained some of his former demeanor, and lowered his head to his ear.
"The tail." Li Huanhan asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I touch it?"
Jiang Yinghe: "!!!"
He immediately raised his eyes and stared at the other party nervously, and refused with a straight face: "Absolutely not. You..."
Jiang Yinghe paused, his ears were rubbed to the root, his voice was interrupted, and he felt like a whimper was about to come out of his throat.
... I have lost my conscience in my previous life, only to meet you... the unfinished debt in this life...
No rejection is as effective as action. Jiang Yinghe broke free from his arms, and moved to a corner on the huge bed, hugging his knees and occupying only a small corner of the bed.
He wiped away the physiological tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, but the end of his eyes were still rosy. He softened his voice and said slowly: "Huanhan... listen to me, okay?"
——
Penglai pie.
In the main hall of Penglai, countless Penglai disciples stood on both sides, waiting for orders.
Behind the Xuanmen of the main hall, a long screen separates the airborne, the innermost meeting hall. Zhou Zhengping sat at the head, with
Yan Caiwei in purple robes.
Yun Buxiu is not here. To be precise, since Yun Buxiu went to Lanruo Temple with Jiang Yinghe to express condolences, there has been no news. If it wasn't for the fact that the soul lamp and the life card were still intact, the two of them might be worried about more than just the matter in front of them.
At the bottom of the meeting hall, the green-clothed Chou Yongzhou saluted again, and continued the unfinished words: "...Xuanwei Xianjun was bullied and humiliated by evil cultivators because of us. Now the lord of Guizong can't find him." People, let countless evil spirits under his command go out to search for people, many ghosts can't practice cultivation, their spiritual intelligence is not high, and they can't even be called ghost cultivators. After leaving the nether world, it is difficult to enter the cycle of reincarnation. If things go on like this, I'm afraid... "
His words stopped, and the meaning was self-evident.
Zhou Zhengping raised his hand and flicked the whisk, put the tail of the dust on his arm, and said concentratingly: "My junior brother puts the overall situation first in order to save Yaowanggu. Now that he is out of the clutches of the devil, although his whereabouts are unknown, it is a good thing." News. As for the matter of Qin Jun... We need to discuss it together."
Yan Caiwei on the side also sighed: "Realist Qingyan has not returned for a long time, and Penglai really can't take care of himself. How can he manage all the living beings in the world that will go on like this for a long time? During the journey of the real person, have you ever seen Penglai's disciples in a mess? It is to protect the surrounding people."
Chou Yongzhou also felt that it was not easy for each other, and had nothing to say, but sighed.
Who would have thought that the most regrettable genius among the century-old heroes in the cultivation world turned out to be the master of ghost cultivators in the world, a born evil spirit who was supposed to rule the nether world.
The three of them were silent for a moment, and suddenly there was another messenger like a bird, flying all the way from the outer hall, bypassing the screen, and stopping in Zhou Zhengping's palm.
He froze for a moment, released the contents together with his spiritual power, and felt that the communication object seemed to belong to the monster race, and when the spiritual power was infused, a layer of animal-shaped patterns lit up.
Junior brother Xiaoyun's voice came from inside.
"Brother Sect Leader..." he called out, and then said, "Long Ye is a demon."
Zhou Zhengping was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked, "What did you say?"
This communication object is only a message, not an instant message, so this sentence cannot be passed on.
There was a rustling sound from the opposite side, followed by another deep and magnetic male voice.
"Master Uncle Xiaoyun?" He didn't know why he called Yun Buxiu so, and his tone changed from far to near, "Who are you talking to?"
"No... take your tail off." Yun Buxiu said, "I just recall... Didn't you say that my nephew is your ancestor?"
The man laughed and said: "
Of course, I didn't expect the Yaozun Tianjiu to be able to recover, but the Venerable is a top-notch powerhouse who can nail the demon god into the Wuliang Tianzhu. It's just that I used to think he was the kind who was as tall and mighty as my brother, but I didn't expect..."
Yun Buxiu asked: "I didn't expect it to be so beautiful?"
Then I don't know what happened, Yun Buxiu let out a soft snort, and said: "Okay, change back, you are so heavy... Why did my nephew let you look at me?"
From a very close distance, there was a low howl of a tiger, and a barely audible sentence,
"...he wants to chase your senior brother."
The conversation came to an abrupt end.
Zhou Zhengping and Yan Caiwei looked at each other for a moment.
Yan Caiwei spoke first, with a sense of shock in her tone: "Changye... is Yaozun? So Junior Brother Jiang is in his hands now?"
Zhou Zhengping said: "Then Junior Brother Xiaoyun... is beside a, a tiger demon?!"
The two met their gazes again, and then both took a sip of tea to suppress their shock. After a while, Yan Caiwei came back to her senses, and said to Chou Yongzhou: "Really, you should go back and inform Yaowanggu. This time, I'm afraid Penglai really... can't protect himself."
The author has something to say: the middle paragraph has a sexual hint about the stars in the night sky, and the inspiration comes from Mr. Lao She's "Camel Xiangzi".
Hehe is so soft today, can you let me touch it