Immortal Hero: I Have a Coffin

Ye Jiuyou got up and went out.

When the door was closed, there was a heavy pause, causing the group shrunk under the quilt to tremble violently, but still did not dare to show its head.

"The quilt smells good?" He sneered coldly, and the ghostly man blended into the night and disappeared quickly.

After a long while, a depressed and depressed head slowly crawled out on the bed, with disheveled hair covering the flushed face, and a layer of moisture that had not dissipated in the eyes.

"You know the smell better than me." He finished in a low voice, then kicked the quilt under the bed, stared up at the darkness in a daze, his rouge-colored face was very charming and beautiful.But he didn't know what he thought of, a beautiful face was distorted by him into a horrible appearance.

A moment of happiness, a moment of shyness, a moment of trance, and a moment of loss... Each expression is very beautiful when viewed alone, but when put together, the effect is extraordinarily horrifying.

He still vaguely remembered the remnants of the dream. Looking back on it now, his heart couldn't help beating, as if a fire was burning all the way from the soles of his feet, roasting people on the fire, and his whole body was hot and it was difficult to breathe.

Especially in the end, when the extremely hot body was touched by extremely cold fingers, the traces that the fingertips walked on the skin were as clear as if they had scratched the skin and carved into the flesh and blood.

Uh... Although it turned out later, it wasn't just a dream.

Thinking about it, Ye Jiuqiu let out a muffled sob, and realized that if this went on like this, he might be emotional again.If when Jiuyou came back and saw him like this, Jiuyou's memory just now was brought back, then his end would definitely not be too good.

He sat up suddenly from the bed, put on his coat, put on his shoes, rushed out of the room, and just went out to take a walk to calm down.

In the middle of the night, he stepped on the Hanxue sword and swished into the night sky, flew aimlessly back and forth a few times in the sky, deliberately removed his spiritual protection, and let the cold wind pour into the collar of the leader, blowing his long hair into a windward wind Fluttering jet-black satin.After tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally dissipated the heat on his body and face.

By the way, I also thought about a few serious questions.

He and Jiuyou are in love with each other, are they already Taoist couples?

If you are a Taoist couple, is it normal to have double cultivation?

But Jiuyou is a corpse puppet, the dual cultivation between corpse puppet and monk... where should we start?

Ye Jiuqiu remembered that in the Crystal Palace, when they confirmed their intentions, Jiuyou once asked him, do you know what a corpse puppet means?Then whispered in his ear, painted a scene that made people blush, and then told him bluntly that these corpse puppets couldn't do it, and couldn't feel it.

What did he answer then?

Ye Jiuqiu stood on the flying sword, his eyes wide open blankly, as if to say, he doesn't care about such things?

young and naive!Young and ignorant!

Ye Jiuqiu thought sadly, the real meaning of his answer at that time was that, with or without those things, it would not shake his determination to be with Jiuyou.

Of course, now he thinks the same way.How could he dislike Jiuyou as a corpse puppet?

However, he suddenly cared about this kind of thing now.

He didn't want Jiuyou to just look at him calmly when he was lost in thought.I don't want to think that when my whole body is hot, Jiuyou's whole body is still cold and hard, without any reaction.

He thought that Jiuyou could be as emotional as himself, in a trance, forgetting about reason, thinking about nothing, and letting the heat control his body.

Ye Jiuqiu lowered his eyes to hide the pain in his eyes.

He thought that what happened tonight should be the most uncomfortable for Jiuyou, not him.

When Jiuyou got up to leave, what was in his mind?

At a certain moment, Ye Jiuqiu actually hated himself for reacting tonight.These sudden reactions depicted the gap between the cultivator and the corpse puppet very clearly, and placed it under the eyes of the two of them, making it impossible for people to ignore it.

Biting her lower lip, the tip of the Hanxue sword turned, and Ye Jiuqiu fell towards Ye's mansion.He couldn't help but want to see Ye Jiuyou, he didn't want to talk big words of comfort, he just wanted to be by that person's side.

Even without relying on the contractual relationship between the two of them, Ye Jiuqiu could guess where Ye Jiuyou was at the moment.

There is a bamboo garden in Yefu, in which the best black bamboo is planted, and when the wind blows, the bamboo leaves will rustle.In the vast bamboo forest, there are several elegant cottages and several hot spring pools.The pool water is introduced from the ground by skillful craftsmen, and rows of black bamboo form a natural barrier between the pools.

Ye Jiuqiu liked this place very much, so he knew that Jiuyou must also like it.

Jiuyou, who was dirty by him, or in fact, Jiuyou who wanted to meditate, would definitely come here.

When Ye Jiuqiu fell into the bamboo garden, he heard the sound of splashing water coming from the depths of the bamboo forest, like jade and stones hitting each other. One could almost imagine the picture of crystal water drops being connected in a string and scattered like pearls.

When he was a child, he had troubles, and when he was in a bad mood, he would go to the pool to soak in a drowsy sleep, and then his elder brother and second brother would find him and carry him back.Ye Jiuqiu walked towards the place where the sound of water came from, stepping on the withered yellow bamboo leaves that fell on the ground.He thought, Jiuyou is not in a good mood now, but it is a pity that Jiuyou will not allow him to carry him back.

Bypassing the black bamboo barrier, a small hot spring pool is displayed in front of you.

On a cold autumn night, the small stone pool is covered with white mist, hazy and quiet.Standing in the pool was a thin figure, facing him sideways, with long jet-black hair dripping with water, like ink-colored water plants, swaying with the ripples of the water.

Ye Jiuqiu's gaze uncontrollably slid from the opponent's graceful jaw line all the way to the hidden waist and long legs hidden under the water, his throat was dry for a while, and the flame that had just subsided returned to his heart.

"Jiuyou." His voice was so hoarse that even he himself was startled.

Ye Jiuyou turned her head to look, met his unusually bright eyes, looked at him for a long time, and suddenly raised the corners of her lips: "Pretty good?"

Ye Jiuqiu nodded subconsciously.

"Would you like to watch it for a while?" Ye Jiuyou seemed to have returned to normal, talking in a calm and unhurried manner, walking towards the edge of the pool.So the water surface up to the chest licked the skin and slid all the way, revealing the light-colored red tassels, the flat and firm belly, and the thin and powerful waist...

Ye Jiuqiu stared intently, seeing that the most critical part was about to jump out of the water, but from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Ye Jiuyou raising his hand and pinching some formula.Before he could see clearly what the formula was, the scenery in front of him changed, instantly switching from a beauty out of the bath to an empty snow-white world.

He was holding his breath before, but the next moment, the scene of waiting suddenly disappeared.Ye Jiuqiu raised his hand to touch his chest, whose heartbeat was stalled, looked around, and sighed depressingly, his nervousness and excitement just now was wasted.He was so suffocated that he was waiting for the battle, but he showed this to him?

What is the meaning of the empty illusion?

As if aware of his thoughts, in the empty space, several huge mirrors suddenly swished down out of thin air, like walls, surrounding him from left to right, up and down, forming an intricate maze of mirrors in an instant.

Ye Jiuqiu looked at him and saw countless himself reflected in the mirror, looking at him from all directions, it was very strange.

"Jiuyou?" What is this going to do?

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew across his body. Pieces of clothes on his body were shattered and fell to the floor, leaving only a pair of fur trousers hanging pitifully on his crotch.

"Don't wear it." Ye Jiuyou's voice echoed in the space, preventing Ye Jiuqiu from taking out the clothes from the storage bag immediately.

Ye Jiuqiu stood naked on the spot, extremely embarrassed and distressed: "Jiuyou..."

"Since you want to watch for a while, let's just stand here and watch the dawn." The voice was accompanied by the sound of water, which made Ye Jiuqiu understand that Ye Jiuyou was still soaking in the hot spring pool beside him, and maybe he was still there. Watch his reaction carefully.

This realization made him turn red from head to toe, like a boiled shrimp.

"I want to see you, not myself." He tried his best to correct Ye Jiuyou's misunderstanding.

"Is there a difference?" Ye Jiuyou's voice sounded obviously much better than before, "Be honest, or I won't even keep that pair of fur trousers for you."

Ye Jiuqiu blinked pitifully, looked at the naked men surrounding him in all directions, and pulled the corners of his lips in embarrassment, and then saw countless Ye Jiuqiu pulling the corners of their lips, all of them looked slumped and miserable.