Demonic leader is a subject

"It should be that I'm sorry for you." Yue Mingqi answered quickly, sweeping away the habit of never bowing his head before, "...Sorry."

Gu Qingchen was speechless, this was the first time he was speechless in front of Yue Mingqi.If it weren't for this person's unique behavior, he would almost think that this person is a human skin that is more different from others.

Is this still more disagreeable?

Gu Qingchen's heart sank even further, that Yue Mingqi from the previous life really didn't like him at all.I'm afraid, even the sword that avoided his heart was to make him surrender.

I'm not afraid that the person is ruthless, but I have never seen tenderness.

Yue Mingqi saw that the man's face turned cold suddenly, but he didn't know why.

"Thinking of something, the Taoist priest laughed." Gu Qingchen raised his eyes and smiled, "Although your Taoist priests in Qingcheng Mountain are not very good, I still remember my kindness."

"So?" Yue Mingqi was taken aback, looking straight at Gu Qingchen.

"A pot of wine under the moon." Gu Qingchen stood up and looked down at the man, "How is it?"

"I'm afraid you're not good at drinking alcohol." The Taoist looked up into those amber eyes with a soft smile, "It's not suitable for keeping in good health."

"Health? Drinking as you please, why not." The young man turned and pushed open the door, a smile could be discerned in his voice, "You are still sticking to the rules!"

"Don't miss this opportunity, don't miss this opportunity..." the black cat said in a low voice, its two cat eyes rolling quietly.

Yue Mingqi thought to himself, what he thought was true, Gu Qingchen was still the same as when they knew each other, he was not good at drinking.As long as a little, the complexion will be flushed and the body will be drunk.

"you're drunk."

"You're not me, how do you know I'm drunk?" Gu Qingchen was cunning, half-closed his eyes and teased him more and more, "How do you know that it's me who's drunk and not you?" On the apricot tree, it's a pity that the apricot blossom season has passed.Thinking of this, Gu Qingchen sighed loudly again.

Yue Mingqi was a little helpless, this person was afraid that there was nothing left, so he went to mourn for Xingshu.So she also stood up, reached out to grab his wrist, and watched carefully.

Gu Qingchen laughed out loud, as if making fun of someone.

Yue Mingqi frowned.

Gu Qingchen suddenly became quiet, blinked, and put his lips close to Yue Mingqi's face.

"Qingchen——" Yue Mingqi's mind went blank, and he grabbed his shoulder subconsciously.

"Taoist." Gu Qingchen stopped next to his ear, his low voice seemed to disappear completely, "Why, I still..." I like you.

The Taoist couldn't hear the words in his heart, but after returning to his senses, he hugged the young man tightly, don't disappear again, Gu Qingchen.

"After the Taoist wandering this time, I'm afraid he will take over as the head?" Gu Qingchen felt a pain in his heart, Qingcheng Mountain... exorcising demons and defending Dao, heh.

"The head of Qingcheng Mountain is really rare."

"But after that, it's the end of our fate."

"In Gu Qingchen's life, he hated the Taoist priests of Qingcheng Mountain the most."

So, Yue Mingqi, as long as you are no longer, I can forgive you.I am so low, what if I make a wrong bet again?

Gu Qingchen closed his eyes, took a shallow breath, and pretended to fall asleep.

After all, Yue Mingqi still didn't speak, just carried him back to the bed, touched his face lightly, and then kissed him.

It was so light that Gu Qingchen could hardly feel it.

After Yue Mingqi left, he opened his eyes coldly, the warm amber color looked like moonlight, abandoned and lonely.

How could he forget, Yue Mingqi was ruthless.

I couldn't change my sincerity in the last life, and it's the same in this life.

Covering my heart with my hands, I just feel that it is empty, like the pain and cold after the mountain wind blows.

And spread to the whole body.

Like sinking into the bottom of the water.

The author has something to say:

Why do I feel that I am suitable for writing sad articles... No, no, no more sadism.