Long Aotian is not happy today

The leaves fall like rain, and the moon is as white as frost.

With the breeze blowing, Cui Yuyao said in a deep voice, "Ghost cultivator?"

The young man in xuanyi stood still on the spot, raised his hand as if nothing had happened, and patted his black sleeves a few times to remove the water stains all over his body.

Only then did Hang Xiao realize that there was a faint gray mist overflowing from his palms, its color was thick, and there seemed to be a ghost crying in the breath, and because of the surrounding mountain wind howling and the night crows crying, it looked even more evil and abnormal .

In this world, [-]% of ghost cultivators are unlovable monks. They take their souls as their sustenance and ghosts as their neighbors. They are friends.

But the monks have to admit that the most difficult person in the world is the ghost cultivator.

First of all, they have flexible means, tricky skills, and are proficient in the way of souls.Against it, the end of failure may be several times more miserable than death.

Secondly, when fighting with ghost cultivators, it is rare to discuss how to learn from each other. If you are not careful, you will form an endless hatred.

Because ghost cultivators are not all people with evil thoughts, some people embark on this path just because their loved ones died unfortunately, and they need to use the unique method of ghost cultivating to preserve the souls of their loved ones.

For a powerful cultivator, his relatives and lovers may also be ordinary people. This means that in a battle, someone may simply slap a little ghost with a slap, but actually kill the ghost cultivator's close relatives. Beloved.

Over time, an unspoken rule gradually formed in the practice world, whenever the disciples of the sect go out to practice, the master will always mention a few words on the sidelines-if it is not necessary, don't provoke the ghost cultivator.

Cui Yuyao acted recklessly, but that doesn't mean she was stupid.

At this moment, a ghost cultivator was disturbed to take a bath. Her slender eyebrows were raised slightly, and her clear eyes swept inch by inch from the young man's drenched black robe. The little brother has settled his personal affairs, and I will find you to take a bath together, okay?"

The young man in Xuanyi lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing.

Hang Shi's eyes were sharp, and through the young man's slightly opened skirt, he accurately saw half of the token - black wood with golden patterns, and a golden hook on the pen. He also had a token like that, which was left by the elder of the Galaxy Sect when he left , the admission order for the second round of tests!

"This brother... no, big brother!"

Pointing at the token in the young man's arms, Hang Xiao suddenly beamed and shouted: "Brother, are you a candidate for Xinghezong? What a coincidence, I am too!"

With a "hiss", he tore open the front of his clothes, and frantically pawed in his arms for a long time.

Nothing at all.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Hang Xiao realized belatedly that the token was placed in the mansion by him, and he did not carry it close to him.

He had no choice but to raise his head in embarrassment, grinned a few times, and stared at the young man in black with expectant eyes, his eyes were burning with fire, as if he wanted to melt the young man.

The young man in Xuanyi lowered his eyes again.

His eyelashes are long and thick, and when his eyes are half closed, they tremble like butterfly wings, covering up all the complicated thoughts in his eyes.

At the same time, the young man sighed in his mind, and asked helplessly, "Don't worry about skinning?"

After a moment of silence, an indifferent voice emerged from the back of his mind, and in a nonchalant tone, he said disdainfully, "What's your business, are you not afraid of electric shock? Also, I'm 081, don't ask me to be skinny."

"Isn't this the vacancy period for the plot? Last time you said that I can play the part that has nothing to do with the plot."

Ning Hong smiled wryly, raised his eyelids calmly, and looked around Hang Shiu's body back and forth, with a hint of amazement quietly appearing in his eyes.

But at the moment Hang Xiao looked over, he quickly retracted his gaze, and once again regained his immobile expression.

Although his face was indifferent, his five fingers clasped lightly, a slender gray shadow shuttled back and forth under the skin, and quickly entered the palm of his hand, turning into substance.

It looks like a small snake, or a jiao, or in other words, a dragon that hasn't completely transformed.

Cui Yuyao's face suddenly changed.

For the first time, this girl who was fearless and fearless showed a solemn look on her white jade cheeks, and said in a low voice, "Blood dragon pattern?"

The corners of Ning Hong's mouth curled slightly, and he remained silent.

A strong wind suddenly rose.

Under the moonlight, the pretty girl stepped lightly on the ground with her white feet without any hesitation. She was as light as a snow-colored butterfly. After a few ups and downs, she landed firmly on the crown of a tall banyan tree.

Clenching her slender hands slightly, the white cloth was pulled back, dancing lightly like a gauze, covering her whole body.

While retreating rapidly, she pouted her mouth in grievance, and said softly: "You Xinghezong guys are really shameless, two big men, bullying me, a weak girl."

Lingli lifted up the girl's thin skirt, and it fluttered violently in the mountain wind, like a camellia blooming under the moonlight, leaping over the star lake and swinging over the branches.

After a short while, Cui Yuyao's figure was several feet away.

However, cheerful laughter still came from a distance, and with the night wind slightly cold, it floated into Hang Shi's ears.

"Brothers, Yuyao remembers you." The girl giggled, "Next time we meet, remember to make an appointment with Yuyao alone."

Standing on the muddy shore, Hang Xiaoshi thought blankly, "Jojoyo, date your sister."

Only women and women are difficult to raise, the ancients never deceived me.

Today's meeting, Cui Yuyao can be said to have left a deep shadow on his not fragile heart. If he had a choice, Hang Xiao would never want to deal with this little witch again in his life.

But recalling the emotional entanglement between the two over a million words in the original book, Hang Xiao suddenly felt a deep sense of helplessness in his chest.

He opened his thin lips lightly and exhaled a long mouthful of foul air.

... But fortunately, he still managed to feel a little comfort in front of him.

Withdrawing his attention from Cui Yuyao, Hang Shiu's eyes turned and quietly landed on the shore of the lake not far away.

Except for the shade of the trees, a piece of moonlight fell on the shore, and the originally dark ground looked like white sand. In the center of the light, a young man in a black robe with golden patterns stood quietly, tall and elegant, with a personable demeanor.

Hang Shih's eyes were dazzled, and he was breathing rapidly, thinking, although his temperament and skills were a little weird...

However, he is handsome enough!

His capital is strong enough!

In comparison, does a little color vision in the practice world count?

"Teacher 025, I want to fight for it."

Hang Shi's chest was pounding, and he said impatiently in his mind: "It's rare to meet a high-quality stock, and it has nothing to do with the plot, and I am also in the blank period of the plot, so I am less constrained. Don't hurry up and seize this good opportunity." If you do, you will be struck by lightning!"

"Okay, I understand." 025 Chong Ni said, "Be careful, don't affect the following plot."

"Roger that!"

Suppressing the passion overflowing from the bottom of his heart, Hang Xiao quickly walked a few steps, walked up to the young man in Xuanyi, put his hands together and gave a salute, and said in a brisk voice: "Thank you, brother, for saving your life."

"...It's a little effort, you're welcome."

The voice is clear and crisp, reminiscent of the gurgling mountain stream flowing in the forest.

Hang Shiu felt as if he had turned into a round stone in the eye of a spring, and the clear stream flowed past him, and every ripple stirred his heartstrings.

His breathing subconsciously sped up a little, and he took another half step forward, narrowing the distance between Ning Hong and his tone more gentle, and said delicately: "The night is dark, and the mountains are cold, if you don't mind, elder brother, why don't you go to me?" How about staying overnight at home?"

Ning Hong's long eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes moved over, paused for a moment on Hang Xiao's face, and then suddenly moved away quickly.

At the same time, the young man opened his thin lips, and said lightly: "No need, you don't have to make friends with me on purpose, I'm... a ghost cultivator."

What's wrong with ghost repair, what I want to play is excitement!

The smile on Hang Xiao's face was even stronger, his voice was deep and somewhat ambiguous, and he said softly: "It's okay, I want to make friends with you, what does it have to do with which road you build?"

"Besides, the ghost way is just one of the three thousand ways. How is it different from other ways?"

The young man in Xuanyi was stunned for a moment, and a flash of obvious surprise flashed in his deep eyes.

Hang Xiao continued his efforts, took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, raised his arms, intending to embrace the young man's shoulders intimately.

——but was gently pressed against by a hand with well-defined joints.

Ning Hong lowered his brows and eyes slightly, his eyes were like the sea under the long night, with dark currents and turbulent waves, turbulent and obscure light.

Under Hang Xiao's innocent and confused smile, the corners of the young man's lips slowly rose, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You'd better not get too close to me."

In other words, his slender fingers flipped slightly, and the cool fingertips clasped Hang Hour's palm bit by bit.

"Actually, I... like Longyang."

Hi, good, dragon, yang.

The simple four words, like a thunderbolt, destroyed all of Hang Shi's defenses in an instant, and exploded a rustling firework in his emotional world, which was as dark as an eternal night.

The author has something to say: Two homosexuals who made the task suffocate, trying to indulge in the blank period of the plot...

Can they succeed? XD

PS Today is our birthday qwq I feel like my mother made a big joke on me... Hahaha don't care, please hug me!