After Baili Duyue said this, he tilted his head and obediently maintained the forward posture, motionless, waiting quietly for Sang Feiwan to kiss him. The thin red ear tips couldn't help but tremble in the air for a moment, like a cat, but they soon became quiet again.
“…”
Sang Feiwan didn't expect Baili Duyue to do such a thing, so he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He slowly closed the painting book in his hand, then lightly threw it aside. He placed his hands on Baili Duyue's side and asked with a half-smile, "What did the city lord just say?"
Upon hearing this, Baili Duyue glanced at Sang Feiwan with dissatisfaction, wondering if this person was deaf. He couldn't hear what he just said so clearly. He raised his finger and pointed at his ear: "The Lord of this city wants you to kiss me, why don't you hurry up?" come over."
Sang Feiwan didn't move, but there was a subtle itch in his heart.
Bailidu Yue waited quietly for a long time, but did not see Sang Feiwan make any move, thinking that the other party was not grateful. He frowned and looked at Sang Feiwan, about to get angry, but the next second his ears suddenly felt warm, and he was bitten by someone, neither light nor serious.
It was very itchy and painful, the itching was more than the pain, and even half of my shoulder was numb.
"!!"
Baili Duyue was a little surprised, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously raised his hands to cover his ears. When he raised his eyes, he saw Sang Feiwan looking at him and smiling. His eyes were deep and there was a hint of teasing that he couldn't hide. His lips curled up in a way that made people blush and their hearts beat.
Baili Duyue frowned and seemed a little angry: "Bastard, who allowed you to bite this city lord!"
Sang Feiwan couldn't help laughing when he heard this, his chest was shaking, and he deliberately asked: "But I just want to bite, does the city lord allow it?"
Baili Duyue glared at him: "Even if I don't allow it, you've already bitten me. Why do you ask?"
This personality has a bad temper.
Sang Feiwan didn't answer, but just put his hands on his sides, leaned over and looked at him, and said with no emotion: "But Feiwan still hasn't calmed down, what should I do?"
After hearing this, Baili Duyue paused and touched his earlobe unconsciously, feeling vaguely curious about the unfamiliar touch just now. He thought for a moment, and finally tilted his head very generously, and took the initiative to put his ear in front of Sang Feiwan: "Then let me kiss you again."
Sang Feiwan leaned forward slightly, but this time he didn't kiss the ear again. Instead, he pressed Baili Duyue's cool lips with his lips without any warning. The tip of his tongue was nimble and swam in like a snake.
Baili Duyue groaned and was forced to open his mouth. However, he enjoyed it quite a bit and didn't show any hesitation. He naturally wrapped his arms around Sang Feiwan's neck and responded repeatedly. The tail of his eyes narrowed lazily, and his voice was drawn out, with a bit of hoarse magnetism: "Sang Feiwan..."
He didn't know what to say, he probably just called the name.
The feet hanging on the edge of the table swayed slightly, looking quite happy.
After a long time, the kiss finally broke. Their lips slowly parted, fresh air flowed in, and it was inevitable that they felt like they had been reborn.
Baili Duyue was a little dizzy from being kissed, and finally recovered, but saw Sang Feiwan walking to the easel again at some point, and looking at the painting book by himself.
"What's so good about this kind of thing?"
Baili Duyue waved his sleeves and all the papers on the table were scattered, leaving a large space free. He leaned his head sideways and lay lazily on the table. He was dressed in bright red, his hair was frosty white, and his expression had a kind of evil beauty: "Sang Feiwan, is this the only amount of love and joy you say in the world?"
He seemed to be tempting Sang Feiwan to do something.
Sang Feiwan smiled: "The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house."
When Baili Duyue heard this, his face showed sarcasm: "Beauty? Gold? You should find one and show it to me. There is no gold in the book. It's just those poor scholars who deliberately deceived you."
After hearing this, Sang Feiwan's eyes slowly wandered around the easel, and finally landed on the purple gold wooden box on the top. He seemed to ask casually: "What is in that box? Is there some treasure hidden there?"
Baili Duyue looked in the direction he pointed and saw a box with exquisite carvings. He paused for a moment. He slowly sat upright, with one leg hanging down and one kneeling on the edge of the table. He asked with a half-smile, "What, you want to see?"
The tone was slightly malicious.
Sang Feiwan smiled: "Look or not, why, is there some treasure hidden inside that cannot be shown to others?"
Baili Duyue seemed to be teasing him on purpose, his voice was dark and cool, like a poisonous snake with cold scales slowly crawling across his skin, and he said with an unknown smile: "What do you think?"
Sang Feiwan suddenly frowned when he heard this, threw the painting book in his hand to the ground with a snap, and turned his back to him: "Forget it if the city lord doesn't want to show it to Feiwan, why bother asking so many questions? Does Feiwan covet the city lord's treasure?"
here we go again…
I finally coaxed you just now, but why am I angry again
Baili Duyue's eyelids twitched, and his temples began to hurt. However, before he could speak, Sang Feiwan frowned and said:
"Fei Wan is just a mortal, and his lifespan can be as short as a few decades or as long as a hundred years. Even if the city lord has some fairy magic weapon, Fei Wan can't use it. Since the city lord doesn't want to show it to me, I won't, so why bother? Secretive..."
After he finished speaking, he bent down to pick up the fallen painting book on the ground and put it back on the shelf. Baili Duyue subconsciously reached out to tug on his sleeve, but Sang Feiwan pulled him back with a whoosh, and it was all in vain.
The other party's meaning was very clear: don't touch me.
hiss…
Really annoying.
Baili Duyue scratched his hair irritably where Sang Feiwan couldn't see him, already wanting to smash something. Seeing that Sang Feiwan remained silent, he frowned, and finally took a shot of the thousand-year-old purple gold wooden box from the height with his palm.
The wooden box was rectangular, heavy in the hand, and heavy to the naked eye. Baili Duyue glanced at the thick and simple black lock on it, raised his hand to squeeze it, and recited a spell in a low voice. Hearing a click, the black lock on it fell off on its own.
Sang Feiwan subconsciously followed the sound and saw Baili Duyue staring at him. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you want to see what's inside? Open it and see for yourself."
Sang Feiwan didn't move, wondering if there might be something more terrifying hidden inside, human bones? Human skin? Hidden weapon? But in the end, curiosity prevailed, and he hesitantly opened the wooden box—
There is a scroll quietly placed inside.
Sang Feiwan was slightly surprised: "Why is it a painting?"
Baili Duyue twisted a strand of silver hair on his shoulder with his fingertips, gently twitching it every now and then, and asked with raised lips, "Otherwise, what did you think it was?"
Sang Feiwan: "Can you open this painting and look at it?"
Baili Duyue looked away nonchalantly: "You can burn it if you want. It's just a useless thing."
Sang Feiwan always felt that the other party didn't care as much as he seemed. Hearing this, he took out the scroll from the box and slowly unfolded it, only to see a beautiful woman in a blue shirt painted on it. She had the same frosty white hair as Baili Duyue. However, his expression was distant and melancholy, as if he had countless unspeakable melancholy.
There is a signature at the bottom of the scroll, but it is not the name of the person who wrote it. It seems to be the name of the woman in the painting: Qian Jiangyue.
Sang Feiwan noticed something keenly. He looked at Baili Duyue, then looked down at the woman in the painting, and finally said, "Is it your mother?"
The meaning of Baili Duyue's smile was unclear, and there seemed to be a layer of mist in his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly: "Why, it doesn't look like it?"
Sang Feiwan said: "It's quite similar to you."
Baili Duyue: "Don't you want to ask where she is?"
Sang Feiwan only heard that decades ago, the heavenly realm was out of balance, and the extremely dark land cracked and released its spirit. Countless demon soldiers' cultivation levels skyrocketed, their spiritual wisdom became enlightened, and they began to invade the cloud realm. The emperor led many Tianyan realm masters to fight against them. They fought bloody battles in Wugui Ruins for several months, and finally repelled the demon soldiers, but suffered heavy losses.
The previous city lord of the Northern Territory, Baili Qingdu, fell because his elixir was damaged in the Battle of Buguixu, and his body and soul disappeared. As for the city lord's wife, there is no news, and I have never heard a word about her.
Sang Feiwan instinctively sensed that there must be a secret behind this incident, and it was probably not a pleasant memory for Baili Duyue. After thinking for a moment, he still shook his head: "I don't want to know."
After saying this, he put the painting away and was about to put it into the box. However, Baili Duyue suddenly got wind from something unknown, and his fingertips suddenly made a gesture, and the painting ignited a dazzling flame out of thin air, and began to burn rapidly, scorching hot to the touch. .
Seeing this, Sang Feiwan's pupils shrank, and he instinctively threw the painting to the ground. He immediately reacted and wanted to put out the fire. However, before he could do it, Baili Duyue grabbed his arm: "What are you doing?"
Sang Feiwan took out his hand: "Of course it's to put out the fire!"
When Baili Duyue saw this, he couldn't help laughing and his body was trembling. He lay limply on his side on the table. Seeing the fire getting stronger, his eyes became more and more full of interest: "That painting belongs to my city lord. I am not in a hurry. Why are you in a hurry?"
Sang Feiwan thought to himself that of course he was anxious. This evil personality burned the paintings and patted his butt and left. What if the other personality came back later? Besides, there was no one who burned his own mother!
Sang Feiwan looked around and finally found a half-cup of tea on the table. He picked it up and poured it over the burning scroll. There was only a stabbing sound, and the flames finally died out, but the scroll had already been damaged, leaving only a scorched black patch.
Sang Feiwan was stunned on the spot.
Seeing this, Baili Duyue couldn't help but smile even more happily. He almost fell off the table and said something sarcastic to the side: "Tsk, it seems you didn't put out the fire in time."
Sang Feiwan's temples began to hurt suddenly. He subconsciously looked at Baili Duyue: "Can you recover?"
Baili Duyue's posture was lazy: "Yes, please beg me."
“…”
Sang Feiwan didn't beg him. Since the other party burned the paintings, it meant that he had no intention of recovering at all, and his begging was in vain. He leaned over to pick up the painting, and then wiped the water marks on it with a handkerchief. Seeing that it had been burned to pieces, he could only roll it up twice and put it into the box, and locked it again with the black lock.
Baili Duyue raised his lips and sneered: "You are hiding your ears and stealing the bell, you are deceiving yourself and others."
Sang Feiwan thought it would be fine if he couldn't see it, so he handed the box to Baili Duyue: "Put it up."
Baili Duyue raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Are you ordering this city lord?"
Hearing this, Sang Feiwan looked at him and smiled: "Those who are capable work hard, doesn't the city lord know that?"
After saying this, he leaned over and gave Baili Duyue a peck. His lips were slightly cool and his voice was low: "Good boy, put it up."
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