Long Aotian is not happy today

The gift exchange went very smoothly, Xu Yang's eyes lit up almost the moment Hang Xiao took out the jade slips.

The light flickered in his black pupils, the young man trembled slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "You really... want to give this to me?"

The night was dim, the candles were flickering, and the jade slip in Hang Shi's hand exuded a faint golden glow, as clear as a firefly.

"Yes."

Hang Xiao smiled all over his face and said in a gentle tone: "I heard from Brother Chen that you were very interested in this jade slip when you were in Lunhan Secret Realm, and you put in a lot of effort to get it. It's a pity that Gu Heheng later It's just that you missed the jade slip, but now that you think about it...or is it more appropriate to return it to the original owner?"

These are all polite words.

In fact, for Hang Xiaoxiao, since he lost Yuanyang, he was doomed not to be able to practice the exercises on the jade slips.

But Xu Yang knew nothing about it.

Under the dim light, the young man stared blankly at the jade slip on Hang Shih's fingertips.

The faint light of the firefly, misty and far away, could be reflected in his eyes, but it seemed to have the effect of purifying the soul, which suddenly made Xu Yang feel sour and a little uncomfortable.

Hang Xiao said it casually, but he knew how powerful it was. After learning it, he could almost walk sideways in the realm of comprehension.

Xu Yang thought to himself, the protagonist must have seen the exercises and realized its greatness.

But even so, when he heard that he needed this exercise, he still chose to share it with himself.

Such a sincere heart...

Xu Yang raised his head slightly.

Hang Xiao's smiling face fell into the eyes of the young man, with gentle eyebrows and soft eyes. When he looked over without blinking, he could clearly feel the pure sincerity——

He is real and treats himself as a friend.

The previous images flashed subconsciously in my mind, the three corridors in the Lunhan Mountains, the messy huts in the misty valley...

I have been trying to snatch the protagonist's resources.

Even so, the protagonist is still willing to regard himself as a friend?

The cool wind swirled outside the newly built wooden house, and there was a low humming sound from the window cracks.

The candlelight flickered in the room, and the shadow fell on the side of Xu Yang's face. He slowly turned his head to avoid Hang Xiao's burning eyes.

"...I can burn a copy of this jade slip, and you can take the original copy," the young man said softly.

Hang Hour: "...Huh?"

What's going on here?

He had already prepared for the worst—Xu Yang couldn't wait to snatch the jade slip, and then wrangled with himself on the issue of Xuanjia's ownership, and finally poached the greatest benefit from himself.

That's what Xu Yang has always done.

Hang Xiao frowned slightly.

Before he had time to speak, Xu Yang walked sideways to the corner of the room again, leaned over to rummage under the wooden table for a while, and pulled out a small mahogany box.

The small lock flicked open, and golden lights shot out from the box.

"I'll give this Xuanjia to you." Xu Yang whispered, "This is not suitable for me."

In fact, at the beginning, when he opened the wooden box and got the Xuanjia, Xu Yang felt restless.

The two Xuanjias are closely connected, and if one is injured, the ability to transfer part of the spiritual power attack to the other is very bad news for Xu Yang.

He understands the plot, so he can naturally avoid some dangerous situations for a long time, but Hang Xiao can't.

As the protagonist, Hang Xiao will definitely fight on the front line of danger for a long time, hanging his life on the wire rope and jumping repeatedly-this kind of plot is full of ups and downs and attracts attention.

Let Xu Yang share the damage for the protagonist?

Isn't that letting him go to die!

Xu Yang made up his mind early in the morning, to find a way to reverse the plot, and give the Xuanjia to Ning Hong—as a long-lived demon who is also proficient in souls, Ning Hong is the best candidate to share the harm for the protagonist.

He just lacks an excuse.

It's just that Xu Yang didn't expect to deliver the goods to the door so quickly under the pretext, and put a top-quality exercise book in front of him, so that even his cheeky heart felt condemned at this moment, and it was difficult to face Hang Xiao.

……

"It's weird..."

When he walked out of Xu Yang's cabin, Hang Xiao was holding a cloth package, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

Xu Yang not only gave him Xuanjia, but also gave him a bunch of miscellaneous things—although there were few useful ones, Hang Xiao could feel the desire to make up for it.

025 Youyou sighed: "The child is a good child."

"Xu Yang probably...wouldn't like to be called a child?" Hang Xiao casually said, "No matter how much it is, the things can be regarded as obtained. Before it is night, and Ning Hong may not go to bed, I will give him the Xuanjia! "

"So impatient?" 025 teased.

"A good night is too short." Hang Xiao blinked.

Hang Xiao was right in guessing that at this moment, Ning Hong hadn't gone to bed yet.

He was sitting at the wooden table, looking far away, through the wooden window, looking at the vast night scattered with stars.

The moonlight is like water, casting a bright light softly.

In the distance, there are continuous mountains and winding valleys. Lin Tao is covered by the shadow of the mountains, stained with thick ink, but reflects a little bit of light under the moonlight, and the wind rustles together.

The young man leaned against the side of the table, resting his slender hands on the table, tapping his fingers lightly.

The sleeves drooped, revealing a moon-white wrist, with thin blood vessels spreading under the skin.

Thin clothes with black hair look like an ink painting.

But a cold voice suddenly sounded, destroying this beautiful picture.

081 turned into a golden glow, buzzing and flying in front of Ning Hong, and said sharply: "After thinking about it for so long, do you know how to correct the plot?"

"...Well, I have some ideas."

Ning Hong lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at the wooden table, and said calmly: "I plan to use this exercise to practice with the protagonist."

As he spoke, he moved the jade slips that were full on the table to the side, leaving only a blue, unremarkable thin slip.

These jade slips were all given to him by Xu Yuer as a meeting gift, and they were once part of Gu He's research.

Ning Hong browsed at random, but he did not expect that he would find something good from the jade slips.

He picked up the Jane from the table, raised his hand to brush off the floating dust, took another breath, and input spiritual power.

The gray jade slips gradually brightened, and the handwriting on them was revealed one by one, and a layer of light pink light slowly emerged from the deep blue.

Bright, delicate and charming, like fallen petals.

"This is?" 081 wondered.

Before Ning Hong could respond, there was a sudden knock on the door.

A familiar and clear voice sounded outside the door, accompanied by the rhythmic knocking sound, expecting: "Brother Ning, are you there?"

"Hour?"

Why is he here?

Ning Hong got up hastily, and opened the wooden door—as expected, outside the door was the handsome face he was thinking about.

Hang Shih's smile was sincere and soft, his black pupils seemed to be shining, he didn't speak, he just raised his hand with a smile, and stuffed a wooden box into Ning Hong's arms.

"What is this?" Ning Hong was a little surprised, but also a little dazed.

"I got it in exchange for someone else," Hang Xiaoxiao pointed at the wooden box with burning eyes, "Brother Ning, open it and have a look?"

The wooden lock popped open, and the room was filled with light.

Picking up a black armor as thin as a cicada's wings from the box, when the shimmering light shimmered, and the elegant hem was shaken in mid-air, Ning Hong almost trembled in his heart.

He was stunned for a moment, his mind blank.

When he came back to his senses again, a surge of boundless joy flooded in, drowning all emotions in an instant.

How long has it been since you received a gift?

Ning Hong didn't know either.

As a villain, he has always received only tributes from servants, sacrifices from evil priests, or poisoned gifts from the enemy - no one treats him sincerely, but he sits in the hall, knowing that The gift in his hand was highly poisonous, and he still had to smile wantonly and drink it down in one gulp.

A piece of Xuanyue Jade Lin armor sent by Hangshi, like a gleam of light, quietly seeped into his chest, nourishing his almost dry heart.

A string in Ning Hong's brain snapped.

He didn't intend to go so early, and wanted to test Hang Hour a few more times, but at this moment, Ning Hong changed his mind.

The moonlight is so beautiful, the night wind is gentle, the good night is short, why not cherish it?

Ning Hong suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Hang Shi's wrist.

"When I was young, come in," he said in a hoarse voice, "I also have something that I want to give to you."

Hang Hour: "???"

In a daze, Hang Shiu was dragged into the door by Ning Hong, and the wooden door slammed behind him, while Ning Hong was slightly out of breath, walked quickly to the table, and picked up a jade slip.

He handed the jade slip into Hang Shi's palm.

Hang Xiao glanced down, and four dazzling characters came into his eyes.

Xiang, Si, Hong, Dou.

Hang Hour: "..."

Hang Xiao felt that his brain was not enough.

On the side, Ning Hong explained in a low voice: "I found this in the jade slips that Xu... my senior sister gave me. It's very miraculous. Can you imagine that this evil skill in Gu He's hand was created by him at the beginning? It exists as a method of spiritual practice in the study of

There was thunder on the ground, and it buzzed in Hang Shi's ears.

The method of spiritual cultivation is to explore the spiritual consciousness, blend with each other, and practice.

In short...it is double cultivation!

Although there is no physical contact, the spiritual consciousness, as the most important spiritual domain of a cultivator, is much more intimate than simple physical contact!

Could it be that Ning Hong...was inviting him to cultivate this lovesick red bean?