[Magic Dao Patriarch] Ode to speech

It has been a year since they met again, and Wen Song went out to win the archery competition.

The young man in white stood on the cliff, drawing his bow to look like a full moon, and the white spiritual power wrapped around the arrow, passing straight through the red dot on the forehead of the evil spirit's target.The cold wind was blowing, filling his sleeves, and his movements were flowing and flowing, as if they were natural.

In the dark valley world, only that young master is as handsome as the moonlight, calm and composed.Bright red fireworks exploded one after another in the sky behind them, reflecting the pattern of the sun in the blue sky and white clouds, and all of them fell into Wen Song's eyes.

Back then, the young man became more and more handsome, but he turned his head sideways at the most dazzling moment, with a smile in his clear eyes, looking at Lan Xichen at the bottom of the valley.

He said, "Brother Xichen, I won this time."

Lan Xichen subconsciously softened his voice: "Well, you won."

He won't praise his talent, because he lost the ability to think at the moment of answering.

There is an inexhaustible tenderness in my heart.

Wen Song jumped off the cliff, and the hem of his clothes slid through the air in a smooth arc.Such a simple movement is actually pleasing to the eye for him to do.

Three drums sounded in the distance, signaling the end of the game.

"Let's go out of the valley."

Lan Xichen naturally pulled Wen Song over, touching the calluses and uneven scars on his fingertips, feeling a little astringent in his heart, and clenched his hands a little more.

Wen Song noticed Lan Xichen's movements, guessed what he was thinking, and said in relief, "Father only ordered me to practice in seclusion, which is not a punishment. I did all of this myself."

Lan Xichen pursed his smile and nodded lightly: "The words are very hardworking."

"Brother Xichen is teasing me?" Wen Song narrowed his eyes.

"How could it be?" Lan Xichen tentatively put his hand on top of Wen Song's head, seeing that the other party's eyes widened as if frightened, and the corners of his mouth smiled even wider.

He lowered his head, put one hand on Wen Song's shoulders, and leaned close to his ear, his warm breath fell on the sensitive earlobe.Feeling the stiff body in his arms and sniffing the fragrance in his hair, Lan Xichen closed his eyes and smiled lightly.

"Words."

"Brother Xi, Xichen?" Wen Song completely lost his composure just now.

"If you have a chance, come and sit in Yunshen."

The strength between his fingers gave him the answer.

"Brother Xichen, is it true that I am not alienated because I am from the Wen family?" Wen Song teased.

Lan Xichen's answer was serious.

"Never."

It's a pity that some agreements are destined to become regrets.

The author has something to say: Masochistic abuse warning!