【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

There was a small wooden basin floating in the big wooden basin. Xiao Xingchen used the small wooden basin to scoop out a basin of water and soaked the handkerchief.

Xue Yang glanced at it absent-mindedly, and the statue sat motionless at the table, still obsessed with sorting out his thoughts, and said what he was thinking: "Shi Wusheng is more cunning in his work now, and the surname Yan can only see him every year. His side."

"No matter how careful you are, you will show your feet. He won't be able to escape for too long."

Xiao Xingchen picked up a handkerchief and wiped Xue Yang's face. The steaming handkerchief brushed his forehead, nose tip, cheeks, chin, ears, and neck in turn.Where the blood had dried up, he had to wipe it over and over again.

I don't like Xue Yang's appearance, covered in blood and gloomy.Fortunately, after he wiped it carefully and gently, Xue Yang's face seemed to have taken off a layer of blood mask, revealing his handsome facial features covered by blood stains, weakening his hostility.

Xue Yang didn't care about Xiao Xingchen's actions, he stared at the map on the table and continued: "The person surnamed Yan doesn't know much about Shi Wusheng's whereabouts, he only knows that Shi Wusheng goes to Suiyun Snow Mountain once a year."

"Ah."

Xiao Xingchen wrung out his handkerchief and put it beside the basin, rolled up Xue Yang's cuff, and soaked his bloody hand in the water to wash it. The blood smeared in the water, turning the water red.Xiao Xingchen poured the bloody water into the ditch at the door, and went back to the house to scoop out another basin of clean water from the big basin. After repeating this, Xue Yang's hands finally became clean.

"The soul-scattering grass, which is a rare raw material for the incense, must grow in an alpine place. Shi Wusheng must have planted a soul-scattering grass in Suiyun Snow Mountain. We... Hey! Xiao Xingchen," Xue Yang looked at his body. With half of his robe stripped off, he asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

Xue Yang didn't care about being wiped off his face and hands before, and let him fiddle with it. Until then, he brought his mind back to the current situation.

Xiao Xingchen looked at him intently and calmly and said, "Your clothes are covered in blood, I'll help you change them."

"Don't worry about it!" Xue Yang still had the impatience he felt when he tortured Boss Yan and the frustration that he didn't find any trace of Shi Wusheng. "No matter how clean my body is, my blood debt can't be cleaned!"

Xiao Xingchen didn't stop, stubbornly trying to help Xue Yang take off his bloody clothes.Xue Yang had no choice but to stand up and let him take it off.Following Xiao Xingchen's movements, Xue Yang's eyes became more and more strange, and finally he didn't have time to think about Boss Shi Wushengyan, because Xiao Xingchen took him off to only a pair of pants.

Xue Yang observed the man's next movements in amazement, but saw that Xiao Xingchen hesitated for a moment with both hands, and then touched his belt.

"Xiao Xingchen!" Xue Yang couldn't calm down at all, he took a step back and pressed his waist button with his eyes wide open, "You haven't been robbed or drugged, are you? Are you going to strip me naked?"

Such a hooligan behavior does not look like the gentleman Xiao Xingchen of Mingyue Qingfeng.

Xue Yang suddenly realized that the kiss in the dungeon during the day was the first time Xiao Xingchen kissed him on his own initiative.Later, there was an emergency in the dungeon and the surname Yan was interrogating, so I almost forgot such an important matter.

"A Yang," Xiao Xingchen took a step forward, and couldn't help but pull Xue Yang into his arms, "You scared me to death today."

"Uh..." Experienced too much today, with ups and downs of emotions, Xue Yang was even more confused by Xiao Xingchen's series of abnormal behaviors, "Am I... very fierce today?"

"No." Xiao Xingchen hugged Xue Yang's arm tightly, "I almost lost my soul when I saw you in the well...don't scare me like this..."

It turned out to be the case.

Hearing Xiao Xingchen's voice calling him in the well, it was so urgent, as if he could be called back even if he fell into hell.He, Xue Yang, had no relatives or friends during his lifetime, no tombstone after his death, and only Xiao Xingchen between heaven and earth, so he was so concerned about him.

Moved is moved, but——

"Master Dao, I'm still naked, if you don't let go of my hug, I can't help being a hooligan again?"

After finishing speaking, Xue Yang felt that these words were really a bit of a disgrace. Xiao Xingchen is so reserved and alone, it is rare for him to take the initiative, so he should cherish it. It is a moment to be able to hug him for a while. Wouldn't it be a pity if he was scared off by a word?

Fortunately, probably because it was too thrilling during the day, Xiao Xingchen was not frightened back, and still hugged him tightly.

Not only hugging, but also ambiguously with one hand on his bare back, slowly sliding to his waist, stroking a scar there.

With the previous few lessons, Xue Yang knew well that Xingchen was simple, thin-skinned, and self-disciplined. This characteristic had a subtle influence on him. He was afraid that he would offend Xiao Xingchen if he couldn't control it, and would make Xiao Xingchen angry or bored, so he said stiffly. Putting one hand loosely on Xiao Xingchen's body, he repeatedly warned himself in his heart: Daoist Priest just loves me, just loves my scar, just wants to hug him, there is no other meaning, I can't think or move...

However, this fragile inner construction was easily shattered by Xiao Xingchen's kiss on his cheek.

Xiao Xingchen kissed him.

Obviously nervous and shy, his jade-white earlobes turned red, but Xiao Xingchen turned his head and kissed Xue Yang, hoping that he would understand what he meant.

Soft and warm lips, like sparks falling on dead grass, instantly ignited a wasteland, Xue Yang slipped his Adam's apple, swallowed and said, "Xiao Xingchen, do you know... what you are doing?"

"I know." Xiao Xingchen took a deep breath, and slowly kissed from Xue Yang's ear to the corner of his lips, "I want...to get closer to you...A Yang."

A word as light as a whisper, like the wind blowing the waves, stirred up thousands of waves in Xue Yang's heart.

Xue Yang couldn't believe it, and raised his eyes to look at the handsome face that was close at hand. Under the warm orange light, another pair of star eyes, intoxicated and affectionate, were also watching him. He was always a gentle and elegant person on weekdays. Now hugging him tightly, her breathing became more and more rapid, as if she was suppressing some secret and urgent longing in her heart.

Xue Yang tentatively held Xiao Xingchen's lips, but what he got was a lingering response. With one kiss, his heart and soul were drunk, and the shadow of the two kissing was cast on the wall, which was also a lingering, harmonious and beautiful picture .

Xue Yang always suspected that he was dreaming, but the delicate and gentle kisses were so real, and the hot touch of the arms around his body was so real, not to mention, Xiao Xingchen's white robe fell to the ground spontaneously.

Lips and tongues dawdled and entangled, and they rushed ashore.The kiss between the two was gentle at first, then warm, and then hot.

The damp and ambiguous atmosphere diffused in the dark room. At that moment, all the entangled and heart-wrenching old grievances disappeared, and there was no distinction between good and evil.

(...)

"Did you deliver the supper to the guests?"

Liu Cuoxin took off his male attire and voice in his room, and asked the housekeeper who answered.

The housekeeper was a little confused: "You ordered not to disturb their discussions, and the servants didn't dare to knock on the door... Waited until the lights in Mr. Xue's room went out, and Daoist Xiao Xingchen still didn't come out of Mr. Xue's room, so, They asked me to ask, is the supper still available?"

Green Onion, who was combing her long hair, paused for a moment, Liu Cuoxin looked at the figure reflected in the mirror, and tried to calm her voice: "Put the supper in a conspicuous place in the kitchen, you all go to rest."

The housekeeper retreated, and Liu Cuoxin looked at the mirror and recalled that the young man in black who had saved her often held a famous sword with brilliance and chanted a three-letter name, looking embarrassed and sad.

She was pleased with him, and hoped that he would be happy.

The gentle woman in front of the mirror put down the wooden comb and sighed quietly: "Forget it, it turns out that two people are in love..."

"A Yang—"

"Stardust—"

Two calls, with laziness and nostalgia after wanton indulgence.

There is no light in the house.The stove emits a faint red light, warming the intoxicating moonlight coming in through the paper window.

On the messy couch, the two embraced each other and lay down, their foreheads touched, the tips of their noses touched, their black hair hooked together, their legs and feet intertwined, and their fingers were still stroking each other's bodies.

The two pairs of eyes that were close at hand looked at each other, full of indescribable tenderness.

"Daozhang, from now on... we can sleep together every day, can't we?"

"Would you like to?"

"Yes! Of course I am willing." The joy in Xue Yang's heart seemed to explode, "I am willing out of 1, and the Daoist still doesn't know?"

Xiao Xingchen smiled contentedly: "I am willing too."

"Then, are we also Taoist couples?" Xue Yang asked the bottom line.

Xiao Xingchen thought for a while, then laughed out loud, and then felt a little bit bitter, "A person and a ghost are really strange Taoist couples."

Xue Yang didn't take it seriously, but was happy that Xiao Xingchen admitted their relationship, and joked: "A Yang is a ghost, and Xingchen is not a human being."

"Why am I not human?"

"You are Shuanghua, haven't you forgotten? A ghost and a sword demon are both different from each other, and they are a perfect match!"

Being reborn by a sword spirit is actually not a monster, but in Xue Yang's eyes, Xiao Xingchen has the ability to seduce people's hearts, and has the ability to confuse people's hearts, so why is he not a monster?

He was actually compared to a demon, Xiao Xingchen was really amused this time, since the two were close together, he smiled and caused the two of them to sway together, "Well, ghosts and demons are really a perfect match. "

Seeing that smile, Xue Yang suddenly remembered a certain day when he was in Yizhuang, Xiao Xingchen was also like this, smiling without any pretensions and saying: "As soon as you open your mouth, I want to laugh. When I smile, I can't hold the sword steadily. "

What was he doing at that time?He didn't know how to cherish the only person in front of him who treated him well. On the surface, he asked the Taoist priest to take him to go hunting at night, but in fact, he tricked the Taoist priest to hunt the living people as walking corpses, so that when he was blind , hands stained with blood, brilliance covered in dust.

How bad he was at the time is how regretful he is now.Doubly sorry.

Xue Yang lay on Xiao Xingchen's hands and feet together, pressed his whole body weight onto the man's solid chest, and asked, "Master Daoist, am I heavy?"

Xiao Xingchen hugged the person on his body with both hands, and said softly, "It's not heavy."

"What about here?" Xue Yang changed his chin to Xiao Xingchen's chest, and pointed there with his finger, "With me, is this place heavy?"

Xiao Xingchen said honestly: "This place is a bit heavy, but I am willing. I said that from now on, I am willing to bear with you your past and future."

Xue Yang was filled with guilt: "I have never seen anyone more stupid than the Taoist priest."

"Really?" Xiao Xingchen said meaningfully, "I've seen it."

"Have you seen it?" Xue Yang asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Xiao Xingchen stroked Xue Yang's body with both hands, and said, "He, you know him, he was missing a little finger, and then broke his arm, turned into a ghost and used his own soul to replenish the soul of others, you Are you stupid or not?"

Xue Yang was stunned, and after realizing it, he pretended to be sullen and lay down and bit a piece of soft flesh on Xiao Xingchen's neck. The person under him let out a "hiss" in pain before letting go.

He questioned: "How can I be more stupid than you?"

"If you're not stupid, why would you get hurt all over your body?" Xiao Xingchen's tone was both doting and distressing. He casually swept his palm over Xue Yang's back and waist, and touched four or five scars.

"You are stupid!"

"No, you are still stupid."

The two argued back and forth on the question of "who is more stupid than the other", Xue Yang turned over and lay on his back on the couch, handed the severed fingers to Xiao Xingchen's lips and begged, "Master Dao, please kiss them." .”

The fingers that were run over by the wheels, the skin that was whipped, the body that was pierced by a sword, and the bones that were broken and misplaced, ended his life at the age of 27.

Kiss them, those old scars.

Xiao Xingchen's gaze was as gentle as water, after kissing his fingers, he propped up his body, from top to bottom, with his soft and warm lips and heart, he embraced every old scar on Xue Yang's body.

After kissing the front ones once, Xue Yang turned his body and said, "I want to kiss the back too."

He never thought that such a day would come to him.Such tenderness, how can one not be greedy.

Xiao Xingchen lovingly and patiently, kissed again and again, his lips lingered on Xue Yang's smooth and well-proportioned muscle lines, his breathing gradually became heavy, he kissed all the scars all over his body, and the kisses made the two of them more and more hot. Going back to find Xue Yang's lips, the two pairs of lips were obsessively stuck together again, inseparable.

The scenery on the couch was beautiful and lingering. They seemed to want to make up for the wrong things they did in the past and the wasted time. They comforted each other warmly and demanded each other's bodies until they were exhausted.