Jiang Yinghe felt a little hot.
He felt as if he was hugged by a fluffy doll, the soft touch touched his cheeks, and then entered the neck, as if a soft feather had slipped in.
Obviously, everything is beginning to take shape and is slowly getting on the right track, but these days, he always has this kind of weird dream, as if there is really a threatening beast beside him that is eyeing him generally.
Jiang Yinghe was a little anxious, but he still didn't want to wake up - it was the same before, no matter how many times he woke up, all he faced was the little white cat's big fluffy tail.
It's hard to be angry, but it's really awkward.
He closed his eyes and buried it deep, feeling that soft tail protruding in again, like teasing, poking, and snuggling of a cute cat.
He stretched out his hand to hold the fluffy tail, his voice was still sleepy, and he whispered in a slightly hoarse tone: "What's the trouble, you won't be allowed to come to the bed if you make trouble again."
His words only worked for a moment, and then, the little tongue with soft spines stuck up and licked his chin lightly. After a while, the barbed pain became more and more obvious, and Jiang Yinghe was finally awakened by him.
Is Cuihua such a noisy kitten? Jiang Yinghe grabbed his little paw, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the size. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a cat whose size was out of the normal range...
This is such a cute little cat... Jiang Yinghe looked at this cat that was not much smaller than a tiger, and for a moment doubted life in his mind. He sat up silently, looked at Cuihua opposite him for a moment, and struggled: "You... actually Is it a tiger demon? Or some other beast?"
With the change of the master's mood, even the long ears that have been reducing the sense of existence are curled up softly, and they are almost tangled together.
Cuihua also looked a little dazed, she looked down at herself, then approached as harmlessly as she could, and circled Jiang Yinghe pretending to be stupid, as if she had just awakened her bloodline.
"...wait a minute, uh..."
He was wrapped by a big fluffy cat, Jiang Yinghe raised his hand to hold it by the shoulders, trying to struggle to get out, but was hooked around the waist by that fluffy tail, and couldn't even move back.
The barbed tongue licked the collarbone through the thin clothes, and Jiang Yinghe could clearly feel a fleshy wet. The tip of the wet tongue swept across the neck, and there was a slight tingling sensation.
"You are already big
It's a cat, you can't be coquettish... stop licking, it hurts me. "
Jiang Yinghe didn't expect that the kitten he took in turned out to be an orc of unknown origin. While frowning to stop, he pushed aside the wet thin shirt.
The candlelight is faint, illuminating a section of frosty white skin and delicate collarbone. The surface layer of flesh is scratched red by barbs, like the fierce kiss left by a sympathizer while coquettishly embracing her.
Jiang Yinghe didn't realize how erotic the hickey was. In his eyes, this is nothing more than a little demon who doesn't understand the world, his dependence on and love for him.
"Since you're not a cat." Jiang Yinghe put on his shirt belt again, raised his eyes and said, "Then, after this matter is over, I'll just send you back to the Wanyao Frontier Fortress, where you should go..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a pair of eyes shining like night lights. Dazzling like two light bulbs with extraordinary wattage, Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment before being thrown down by the big cat and firmly pressed under him.
Overwhelmed by hair, overwhelmed.
Jiang Yinghe was about to reprimand him a few words, when he was licked on his waist by a generous and hot tongue, as if touching a sensitive part, the bones all over his body were softened, and even the tendons were numb.
"...Hiss, little bastard, what are you doing?"
Adopt him, feed him, and finally send him back to his hometown. Where can I find such good treatment? How can a demon who has become psychic and intelligent have no understanding of humanity at all.
Jiang Yinghe didn't notice that his body was a little red, and when he was pulling the big cat's ears to educate him, he bumped into something with thorns between his legs.
His mind went blank for a moment, and his whole body froze.
... Races like monsters and beasts have a estrus period, but I still think of him as a pitiful little one!
Sterilized, must be sterilized.
Jiang Yinghe blushed with anger, kicked the cat away, looked at the two light bulb eyes, so pure that there was only the word instinct, and he didn't know where to start when he scolded.
This time I was completely awake. Just as Jiang Yinghe breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how to sterilize the cultivation world, he saw the "monster who had just awakened blood" continue to grow in size.
The buoyancy of the Styx River is very high, so it is difficult to sink the ship, but at this moment, even the painting boat is shaking, crumbling, like a lotus leaf being blown in a violent storm.
The "cat" named Cuihua in front of him has finally revealed its complete prototype.
The boat cracked and shattered. The water of the Styx River poured into the boat, and was swung away by a huge claw. Jiang Yinghe didn't react for a while, but was supported by the soft flesh pad.
He saw the wings covering the sky and the sun spread out from the back of the monster, and the surging monster energy startled all the living souls in the Styx River. The long-lost darkness.
In the darkness, the pair of animal eyes became narrower and longer, no longer the round black eyes of the little white cat, but exuded a terrifying aura of top predators.
Jiang Yinghe was put on the bank by it, and Tong Tian's animal form disappeared instantly, replaced by the figure of a young man in red in front of him.
As far as the prototype is concerned, Tianjiao's prototype can just cross the Styx River, but if it is transformed into a human form, even if it is on the bank, its body will be soaked by the river water.
Under Jiang Yinghe's gaze, Changye's long black hair was not tied, but fell down wetly. The red clothes on his body were soaked in water, turning into a dark red like blood coagulation.
Changye's half-face mask was still on, but he looked very embarrassed. Water was dripping on it, and on the other side, the water droplets fell from the eyelashes and shattered in front of his eyes.
Between his brows there was still the spirit seal of body protection that Jiang Yinghe had arranged to protect him when he first met him, shining silver.
Jiang Yinghe only wore a white shirt, his appearance was still unfinished, and he looked at the long night in front of him with no expression on his face.
He heard the little apprentice call out in a low voice: "Master..."
Jiang Yinghe didn't respond, but took a step closer, took out a snow-white brocade handkerchief from the storage artifact, and bent down to wipe off the water marks on his face.
Chang Yefu ignited hope again, and said hopefully: "Master, Ye'er... Ye'er just misses you so much, I'm afraid you don't want me."
Jiang Yinghe's expression didn't change, and he didn't say anything. Instead, he quietly wiped off the drops of water on him, and said in a dull tone, "I always thought that Ye'er was the most innocent and pure. It turns out that after all these years, you didn't lie to me. The deepest—even now, it still is.”
Chang Ye stared at him blankly, and grabbed his hand subconsciously: "Master, I was wrong, please listen to my explanation, okay? I didn't really want to lie to you, I actually, actually wanted to Protect you, both of them have evil intentions..."
Jiang Yinghe looked at him indifferently, even moved an inch closer, and asked in a flat tone, "What about you?"
There was a sudden pause in the defense.
Jiang Yinghe's words are like knocking on the ice, clear and moving, but the tone is too distant at the moment, making the hearts of the listeners squeeze together with discomfort.
"You have no two minds." Jiang Yinghe pressed the tip of his nose, his black eyes were clear, and there was no trace of persecution or coercion.
Hard imposing, just ask calmly, even softly, "Is that so?"
His breath slowly soaked in.
This was clearly something he had dreamed of all night long, but in an instant, he felt an indescribable panic.
It was as if if you lied to him one more time, he would lose him completely.
Chang Ye's throat was aching, as if a knife blade was cutting it fiercely, and there was a breath of blood surging. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he confessed with difficulty: "...No, no, actually I also..."
His sentence paused for a moment, and then he continued slowly and with difficulty: "I... I also like Shizun, I want to bring you back to the frontier of Wan Yao, and be my... my..."
In front of his eyes were Jiang Yinghe's slightly lowered eyelids, the eyelashes were long and straight, and there was a faint shadow under the eyelids.
Even with Chang Ye's ability to observe words and emotions, he couldn't tell whether Jiang Yinghe was angry at this moment, but his premonition was ringing alarm bells, and he couldn't even utter a superfluous plea.
He watched the opponent's frosty fingertips touch his brow.
Chang Ye clenched his fingers, and called out nervously and urgently: "... Master..."
Jiang Yinghe finally turned his gaze away, looked quietly into his eyes, and said calmly, "Chang Ye, who killed those two disciples who died in the Hehuan Sect."
"… it's me."
"Whether the group of Phoenix people who came to attack you when you went to the Sword Weapons Conference are related to you?"
"… Yes."
Changye's voice has always been sweet and sweet, and it has never been like this before, even a word or two has settled down in an instant.
"The route of the Wan Yao frontier was planned by you intentionally. If Li Huanhan can't come here, you can control all the news I learned there and everyone I met, right?"
"..."
He didn't say anything.
But it's more heartbreaking than saying anything.
Jiang Yinghe slowly closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and suddenly realized that those blind spots in the past were not only because of his various schemes and cover-ups, but also because of his own credulity and wishful thinking.
When he trusts a person, it is difficult to listen to outside interference. For example, many people have hinted to him that the minds of these disciples are different from what he has seen, but he still believes that he gets along with them day and night.
But it turns out that getting along day and night is just a well-designed conspiracy.
"Then, I met you on the snowfield." Jiang Yinghe said slowly, "Is it within your expectations
"
"no."
Changye cut off the sentence, rushed over and hugged the other person into his arms, leaning against his shoulder, his voice almost choked with faint sobs: "That's not the case, I met Shizun at the beginning... I just wanted to repay you..."
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, patted him on the back lightly, then left from his arms, stared at him and asked, "This is your reward."
He stretched out his hand again, without any further hesitation, and took back the spirit seal of body protection that was originally on Chang Ye's body, watching the silver mark in front of him disappear little by little, and finally faded to nothing.
The Styx River behind him surged up, and there were souls weeping in it.
Jiang Yinghe stood up, feeling that even the wind in the Netherworld was slightly chilly with a ghostly air. He looked at Chang Ye's wet hair and said, "Tianyu Yaozun, it turns out that he is my disciple. It’s never been such an honor.”
Chang Yeban knelt in front of him, his voice hoarse: "... Master."
"Stop calling me that." Jiang Yinghe squeezed the space between his brows wearily, "I would like to ask your lord, where did you send my Junior Brother Xiaoyun? When are you going to remove these two deceits?" Ornaments I just put on?"
"Uncle Xiaoyun, I have been let go. He... he should go back to Penglai." Chang Ye grabbed his hanging sleeve, looked up, his eyes were full of tears, "Master, Master, I was wrong, I will take it off for you now, don't want me... "
Jiang Yinghe gave him a hand: "Get up."
When Chang Ye stood up, he realized that the other party's clothes were so wet. But even in such an embarrassing situation, it did not detract from the excessive beauty of the 360-degree all-around instant kill without dead ends.
Jiang Yinghe even felt that sometimes he was fooled by his face.
Chang Ye looked at him with tears in his eyes, his nose turned red in pity. He raised his hand to make a pinch, and then slowly took off the rabbit ears on Jiang Yinghe's hair, while wiping away his tears, he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know why Uncle Xiaoyun didn't go back, Ye'er is still young, master forgive me, please..."
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "Are you young?"
The ears with tactile sensations were slowly removed. Only then did Jiang Yinghe realize that Changye was actually a little taller than himself. He only needed to raise his eyes slightly to see that handsome and gorgeous face. With tears in his eyes, he was as pitiful as a homeless kitten.
But he is not a cat, but an ancient monster.
Jiang Yinghe watched him take off the rabbit ears, just about to say something
, was hit by the other party's sudden approaching breath.
In the next moment, soft lips touched her. Originally, it was just a sneaky kiss, but then fell into an uncontrollable situation. Chang Ye hugged his waist tightly, like a child who was so arrogant that he could only go on a rampage, kissing him forcefully, but crying at the same time.
Jiang Yinghe struggled for a while, but couldn't break free. He was so weak from being kissed by this little beast, so he could only raise his hand and slap him before barely avoiding it.
This time, it was completely powerless. Chang Ye's indescribably beautiful face had finger marks printed on it, and the corners of his lips were pierced by fangs, bleeding a little.
He raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice: "... Master... I, I can't control it, as long as I get close to you, I will only have the instinct of a demon. I can't restrain it... I can't help it... No, let alone imagine what will happen if you leave me."
Jiang Yinghe touched his lips and frowned slightly: "I have no roots of love, you have already heard it. Why do you still..."
"I don't care." Chang Ye suddenly raised his eyes, staring at him closely, "As long as you don't want me, Ye'er can accept anything..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
Jiang Yinghe followed Chang Ye's gaze and saw Li Huanhan and Qin Jun standing not far behind.
Then, his shoulders sank, and a cloak full of body temperature fell on his shoulders. It belonged to Li Huanhan.
"Junior Brother." Qin Jun smiled at Chang Ye, "You look better when you cry than when you smile."
He paused for a moment, and continued to make up: "Uncle Yun did not return to Penglai, where did your people get him, huh?"
The author has something to say: knife. Knife. Sincerely. Life