no signs of spirituality

Xiao Wuyin felt that something was wrong with Xie Lingzheng, so she touched his slightly hot forehead with the back of her hand, frowned and asked, "Fever again?"

Xie Lingzheng was puzzled by his familiarity, hurriedly avoided, and said in a hurry: "God, I'm being rude by poisoning, please forgive me—please don't touch me."

Xiao Wuyin turned a deaf ear to it, and leaned over to help him arrange the clothes that had been untied by the snake girl as usual. After pulling up the neckline and smoothing the folds of the clothes, he wrapped his arms around Xie Lingzheng's waist and pulled the belt for him , Only then can we see the difference in him caused by emotional agitation.

Although Immortal Yingtai didn't understand common affairs, he understood what it meant, he was displeased, and his face was slightly cold: "That thing wants to do such dirty things with you."

Xie Lingzheng felt the heat wave in his head, but the god was so ignorant, he bumped against his body again, he tried to push, but his wrist was caught, he wanted to open his mouth to recite the heart-cleaning mantra, but he couldn't do it because of the previous forbidden mantra. To continue.

"Immortal..." He panted, "You should undo this forbidden spell, I'm a mortal boy, I can't stand this kind of torment."

But Xiao Wuyin said: "This curse hurts your body, let's find another way. Look up, I will apply medicine for the wound on your neck."

Xie Lingzheng saw that the other party took out a small black jade bottle and uncorked it, only to smell a strong fishy smell. The five poisons in the five old ointments echoed the overflowing greed, arrogance, anger and desire, making him even hotter and hotter. He subconsciously flicked his sleeves, dropped the jade bottle to the ground, and said, "I don't need this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he knew that he had lost his words, but he couldn't suppress the agitation in his heart. He bit his arm suddenly, trying to relieve this embarrassing ugly posture with pain.

Xiao Wuyin grabbed his arm violently, and supported his chin with one hand: "It must not be like this."

Xie Lingzheng kept shaking his head, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and there were a few bloody teeth marks on his lower lip. He whispered impatiently, "I'm hot..."

Xiao Wuyin was stunned for a moment, and when he touched his wrist, it was indeed very hot, and the wrist sensed a cold body, so he pressed it against his body impatiently, and rubbed it vigorously.

Immortal Yingtai suddenly thought of the great disciple of Mount Yingtai more than a hundred years ago, in order to see him drunk and blowing the wind all night on the top of the Bamboo Bamboo, and after contracting typhoid fever, he buried his hot face in the sleeve of his robe, gently Shout out hot in a soft voice.

With a low sigh, he took off his outer robe, hugged the young man in front of him into his arms, patted his back lightly like that, and said, "Is it better?"

Xie Lingzheng was stunned in his mind. He saw Xiao Wuyinsu's white and slender body through the neckline of his white shirt in a trance. , Feel dry, let him want to inject moist rain and dew and clouds of Wushan into the dried up river bed.

This thought only flashed for a moment, and he suddenly woke up.

He suddenly thought of the misty and absurd fairy fate in his mind, his limbs throbbed suddenly, he pushed Xiao Wuyin away forcefully, and said: "Immortal, such things can't be done—— "

After a little thought, Xiao Wuyin knew what he was talking about, and blurted out: "You can do it with that dirty thing, but you can't do it with me?"

Xie Lingzheng smiled bitterly and said, "My body is a hundred times dirtier than hers. How is it different from insulting me when you say that about her?"

Xiao Wuyin shook her head: "You are different from others."

As he spoke, he gently embraced Xie Lingzheng's body, and asked in his ear: "Don't recite the mantra, I will detoxify you, okay?"

Xie Lingzheng listened in a daze, and it took him a while to realize the meaning of this sentence, he quickly shook his head and said, "Lingzheng doesn't want to let this matter go casually, this should only be done between the closest people in this life."

Xiao Wuyin frowned in confusion: "Who else do you want to be closer to?"

Xie Lingzheng only felt that he had punched a dead tree and sunken wood, so he had no choice but to go straight in: "The world is so big, there are always good people."

Xiao Wuyin suddenly stopped moving.

He didn't understand the meaning of Xie Lingzheng's mouth at all, but suddenly there was bitterness in his throat, so bitter that even his lips and tongue were numb and lost the taste.

He thinks that he has been floating in a canoe for thousands of years, and Xie Lingzheng is the only person close to him. The world, people, ghosts, and demons are just floating foam on the outside of the boat. There are only two of them on the boat, chest to back, Looking up, bowing his head, opening and closing eyes, there is only each other, but now the only person on his boat wants to tell him that he is going to that sea.

Immortal Lord Yingtai couldn't tell whether he was frightened or angry, he just felt that everything in the world was a hundred times more hateful than before, even more hateful than the **** snake corpse on the ground, and he wished to kill them all with a sword.He looked at Xie Lingzheng's chapped lips and the thin sweat on his forehead, and thought of the cheerful smile and bright eyes in the past, he suddenly lowered his head, and kissed those lips fiercely.

He is not good at kissing, nor does he know how to kiss, he just sticks to them, touches the wound above, tastes the faint blood, and then the thick blood makes his throat feel sick, but he doesn't want to Let go, he is not showing favor, but more like plundering.

Suddenly, there was a chill in his throat.

Xiao Wuyin looked down and saw that the tip of the knife, which was still stained with snake blood, was pressing against his neck.

"Immortal Lord, don't want to learn from that snake demon. Taking advantage of people's dangers is not a good deed." Xie Lingzheng's eyes were red, and his sharp eyes met Bai Luocha's deep eyes, and said in a low voice, "Slaying demons and demons, I ask myself No shame, but I don't know how big a crime this crime of killing immortals is, and my body can bear it."

Xiao Wuyin's lips trembled.

Xie Lingzheng raised his eyes and looked straight at him. The last time those clear eyes stared at him like this was a hundred years ago. At that time, the evil energy of the Tianhuo Terrace was covered with white clouds. However, Xie Lingzheng was afraid of his evil spirit after waking up, and never looked at him with such burning eyes, but at this moment, his heart was shocked, and he was speechless.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a line of blood and tears overflowing from the corner of Xie Lingzheng's eyes, obviously unable to bear the fierce intent, but the young man still stared at him coldly with those bloody eyes, wanting to put that determination and determination Passed to the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Wuyin turned around abruptly, covered her forehead with the back of her hand, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't look at me!"

Xie Lingzheng was silent for a moment, and when his breathing calmed down, Fang Zhi stood up and said, "I was disrespectful just now, and I will apologize to the immortal in the future. Lingzheng bid farewell, and see you by fate."

After finishing speaking, he wiped the blood stains from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, turned around and was about to leave, and saw the white Luosha in front of him with his back on his back, holding a long sword behind his back, it was the famous Zhanxue.

"Take self-defense." Bai Luocha's voice seemed to tremble slightly.

Xie Lingzheng shook his head and said, "The love debt is hard to repay, I don't want to owe you."

Xiao Wuyin stood straight in front of him, neither looking at him nor giving way, and stubbornly asked him to accept Zhanxue.

Xie Lingzheng had no choice but to take the sword, and then he felt a gentle force pushing his shoulders, and pushed him out of the room lightly.

After going out and away from the fierce fairy, his anger and boredom instantly faded a little. He looked back at the red tent incense, and felt his chest was very stagnant, and he felt that his feet seemed to be pulled It's a stumbling block, but it's not a deep entanglement, it's like thorns binding your feet, once you struggle, it hurts for a while, and then it passes easily.

Xiao Wuyin sat quietly on the side of the bed.

He sat quietly like a jade statue, his eyes were lowered, his eyes were a little scattered, and he didn't even move a hair.

Every word Xie Lingzheng said pierced his heart like the tip of a needle. Xie Lingzheng never intended to hurt him, nor did he intend to take revenge. It is precisely because of Wuxin that the flow of blood and tears is like a hatchet, bluntly and slowly cutting open, sawing, and grinding away the heart and liver of this newborn flesh and blood.

The Immortal Lord of Yingtai has always had the power to reach the sky, even the bones of the dead can be restored like this, but he can't restore a sight.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Wuyin got up suddenly, he picked up Xie Lingzheng's snake-killing dagger from the edge of the bed, wiped away the blood, walked to the makeup mirror, swiped between his eyebrows without hesitation, raised the knife with his hand, and instantly Gouge out the red marks.

Blood flowed from the forehead that was as white as jade, Xiao Wuyin didn't seem to feel the pain, so he took a brocade handkerchief and wiped the blood away, and found it difficult to wipe off the blood, then let it drip down his face.Bloodstains flowed down his neck into his collar, like a drop of vermilion ink smudged on the white petals of a flying dragon flower jade, and the clouds seemed to be pure and pale with a harsh color, like a stroke on rice paper written wrong from the very beginning the word.

Although the scars fade away, the evil thoughts that have been soaked in blood and blood for thousands of years cannot be erased. Yingtai Xianjun is still the same Yingtai Xianjun, and gods will not become mortals just because they lost a red mole. Bear the gaze of the demon body.

Xiao Wuyin closed his eyes, staying with Xie Lingzheng for a hundred years was a sound sleep, and it was the same for him—he just woke up now, if he wanted to go back to the Yuntai Palace, the snowy bamboo forest, and the scene in front of the falling flowers, it would never be the same again. possible.