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In Yan Yijun's room, there was only one wall lamp lit, and the warm evening light reflected the overlapping shadows of the two on the wall.

Duan Huichuan, who was kissed by a man against the wall for the first time, was not very used to the sudden change of roles. He embraced Yan Yijun Qingxiao's but not thin body, exchanged breaths, and rubbed his ears and temples together.

He really wanted to go on, indulge, take him into the bedroom, and then something in the adult world would happen logically.

Right now, the atmosphere is just right, the lights are dark, no one disturbs, warm and ambiguous, all untimely scruples and pessimistic arguments are all forgotten.

There is no future, and no one knows the past. The only present that can be grasped is in his palm, on his lips, and in his eyes.

The friction of clothing and the muffled sound of water are covered by the night, and hormones and rationality are fighting fiercely in the brain.

The rotating pointer on the wall kept reminding Duan Huichuan that the time was already very late, and if he wasted any more, tonight's great opportunity would slip away in vain.

Reason bound his reluctant hands and feet, neither would he continue, nor would he push away.

Duan Huichuan was torn in his heart, but he tightened his grip on the man.

Yan Yijun's hand on the opponent's shoulder slid down tentatively, the first button was easily opened, and when he went down again, Duan Huichuan suddenly grabbed the wrist.

Can't go on anymore!He can't help it!

Duan Huichuan's breath was not stable anymore, he glanced at the clock anxiously, the hour hand was almost to eleven o'clock.

Yan Yijun's hands froze, and he noticed that his thoughts were not in line—could he have misunderstood the kiss just now?Didn't Duan Huichuan mean that?

Or is it just that you were moved by your thoughtfulness and care, and couldn't help but get close to him on impulse, and now you regret it?

Realizing this, the mind dazzled by the raging desire was gradually extinguished, and he straightened up slightly, allowing a little distance between each other.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it just now, I was too self-respecting..." Yan Yijun closed his eyes deeply, the reddish corners of his mouth and the end of his eyes were still telling the unfinished lingering, when he opened his eyes again, his eyes had been forced from Pulled away in nostalgia.

You still have time.

He said to himself in his heart, taking a step back at this time, at least he can maintain this unusual intimacy.

He forced himself to swallow the bitterness and loss in his mouth, tried to hold the corner of his mouth, trying to squeeze out a calm smile.

However, the feeling of weightlessness of suddenly falling from a height full of expectations is really too unbearable.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Duan Huichuan still maintained the posture of wrapping his arms around the opponent, his face was full of doubts, did Yan Yijun not mean that?But just now, he obviously kissed very proactively, and even pulled himself into the room.

Could it be that it was just a momentary fascination, and now that he wakes up, he regrets it?

Yan Yijun was at a loss for words for a moment, he was the one who came knocking on the door in the middle of the night, he was the one who forcibly pulled people into the room, and it was also the one who pressed against the wall and kissed and undressed him. Said these false words?

"I... it's just my one side. For you... it doesn't matter if you don't respond. You don't have to feel any burden." Yan Yijun spoke with difficulty, his deep voice was intermittent, and every word seemed to be suffering.

The fingers hanging by his side pinched into the palm of his hand, the starlight in his eyes seemed to have lost its brilliance, leaving only a dull tiredness, bit by bit the passion that had just been spent together.

Duan Huichuan realized that he had made another stupid mistake. Even though he was powerful enough to sweep away demons, he still knew nothing about emotions like an idiot.

At such a moment, where is the need to say more nonsense?The body's reaction is the most honest proof!

With a sullen face, Duan Huichuan directly hugged Yan Yijun and walked in without saying a word. When the other party was stunned, he directly threw him on the large sofa and leaned over to bully him.

The kiss came like a storm, between the brows, eyelids, lips, and down, not an inch was spared, and pink strawberry marks bloomed on the trembling skin.

Yan Yijun seemed to be hit by great joy, so that he couldn't recover for a while, and was stunned to bear the other party's overbearing and unusual demands, almost suffocated, and then suddenly found his own ups and downs of thoughts.

The arm supported by Duan Huichuan was firmly locked between the narrow gaps of the sofa, and he was forced to raise his slender neck, letting the traces belonging to the other party be deeply and eagerly imprinted on himself.

It turned out that he was real...for him too...this time I won't make a mistake again!

Yan Yijun tightly hugged the man on his body, his sweaty palms wrinkled his clothes, and the force was so great that it almost drew red marks, those emotions that had already been extinguished seemed to be ignited by a spark, blinking The eyes burned into a prairie fire, sweeping like covering the sky and covering the sun.

He combed his fingers into the other's hair and temples, and stroked his cheeks over and over again. His palms were hot and humid, and he didn't know who was sweating.

Duan Huichuan panted lightly, held his hand, put his lips against his ear, and rubbed his lips endlessly: "Although I really want you to know how powerful I am right now, I will let you go tonight for now... ..."

Yan Yijun was startled, and blinked from his confusion, and it took a moment to realize the meaning of the other person's words, his earlobe was immediately stained red: "Cough... what's the matter with you?"

"En." Duan Huichuan made a reluctant nasal sound, frowned, hesitated, and explained slowly, "I want to help the Fang family get the land of the Duan family's ancestral hall, and I have to do it tonight." some preparations."

Yan Yijun didn't expect this to be the reason, he couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded about his worrying about gain and loss just now, and his tone revealed a little resentment that he didn't realize: "Boss Duan is too dedicated to his work all night long for the entrustment."

He is so dedicated that he can pinch off half of his passion.

"Ahem." Duan Huichuan cleared his throat embarrassingly, and hesitated, "There is something I must get in there."

"Oh?" Yan Yijun raised his voice at the end slightly, his lowered eyes flickered, and there was some vague guessing from this sentence.

Duan Huichuan sighed, got up from him, picked up the herbal tea on the coffee table, raised his head and drank several big gulps, but still felt that it was a drop in the bucket, and it didn't relieve the thirst in his throat at all.

Suddenly, I deeply realized what it meant to be self-inflicted.

The heat source on his body suddenly left, and he felt cold in emptiness.Yan Yijun felt a little uncomfortable being teased so hard, he managed to suppress the turbulent thoughts in his heart, and asked with concern: "What are you going to do? There won't be any danger, right?"

"Don't worry, the person in this world who can threaten me has not yet been born." Duan Huichuan smiled easily, his eyes were full of strong self-confidence, but he didn't intend to tell the other party that he was going to steal chickens and dogs from other people's graves. Just thinking about it makes one's hair stand on end.

Yan Yijun didn't continue to question, kept silent again and again, and still told him worriedly: "Be careful."

Duan Huichuan didn't leave the gate, but went to the balcony.

The moonlight is excellent tonight, and the faint silver light pours out from the drifting clouds, shining brightly, everything under the moonlight is like frost and snow, and the green trees in the depths of the lake are shady, and there seem to be shimmering lights like fireflies .

The evening wind blew Duan Huichuan's disheveled hair, Yan Yijun stood behind him, raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise: "You want to go from here?"

Duan Huichuan turned his face slightly, his smile under the moonlight was kind of peaceful and gentle: "It's convenient here. I'm leaving—"

The unfinished words drifted gently in the wind, and Yan Yijun felt a blur in front of his eyes, like a weak electric arc cutting through the night, a living person disappeared in front of him in a blink of an eye, and even the shadow evaporated without a trace trace!

Yan Yijun was not too surprised, but stared at the empty night sky in a daze. After a long while, he finally let out a sigh, half nostalgic, half sad.

——Looks like another prayer stone is about to see the light of day again.

That day is getting closer and closer.

Yan Yijun slowly caressed the hickey on his neck, that skin seemed to still retain the scorching body temperature of that person, before he could fully enjoy the feeling of embracing his beloved, he was pulled back mercilessly by reality .

The cell phone in the living room disturbed his thoughts inappropriately.

Yan Yijun closed the floor-to-ceiling windows, and opened the text message on the screen——

Whipkeeper: There are aliens spying on Mr. Duan's whereabouts.

Yan Yijun's face darkened, his brows furrowed into several furrows, foreign race?It seemed that even though he was on all possible precautions, the people from "there" still had their eyes on Duan Huichuan.

Is it for the blessing stone and the holy ring this time?Or is it aimed at Duan Huichuan himself?

It was late at night, and there was no one by the artificial lake between the hotel and the nursing home.

The evening wind in early autumn slowly wrinkled the quiet lake surface, and a pale moonlight filled the center of the lake, which was broken into pieces of silvery light in the swaying waves.

Three thick and long shadows flitted across the lake, their tails wagging, and they swam silently and fast. The moonlight cast a metal-like icy luster on their fine and dark scales. They looked like water snakes but not snakes, as if A certain kind of Jiao that only exists in legends.

The other aquatic creatures in the lake noticed these two huge monsters with terrifying auras, and they were so frightened that they backed away and hid in the depths of the lake.

They are perfectly integrated with the black water of the pitch night. If it weren't for the two weird short horns protruding from the water on the head, it would be almost impossible to distinguish the uninvited guest who came inexplicably in the water.

The three dragons climbed ashore in the dark, wrapped their eagle-like claws around the treetops, and completely concealed their aura. They may not have other skills, but they are good at tracking and hiding.

"Master Yu." One of them actually spoke human words, his voice was hoarse, like dead leaves rustling in the wind, "The boss of that firm doesn't seem to be an ordinary human being."

"Nonsense." Yu put down two words coldly, looked up at Yan Yijun's room on the upper floor of the hotel, "He just disappeared from that room, so fast that I didn't even see it clearly."

These three dragons are obviously visitors from another world who found the photo of the office from Xu Yong's dilapidated house that day.

"Who is he? Could he be from the Wu clan?" the subordinate asked suspiciously.

Yu grinned, revealing his long scarlet tongue: "You have to follow up to find out. If the crow dies by his hands, maybe he has something we are looking for. These witch people are really useless, and I don't know that His Highness When will the sent person arrive?"

The subordinates thought for a while and suggested: "According to the information provided by the crow, there is a hidden organization called Bi'an among the descendants of the Wu tribe in this world. Shall we contact their leader and promise some benefits and let them work for us? These People are natives, so they are more familiar with the rules of this world than we are.”

Yu's complexion changed, and he said angrily: "Idiot, do you think I don't know? Several of our people have been folded into their hands! The people on the other side are very hostile to us. So far, even who is in power I don’t even know, where do you go to contact?!”

The subordinate lowered his head embarrassingly, and defended in a low voice: "Aren't they all sinners of the Wu clan? Don't these people want to wash away their identities as sinners?"

Yu sneered, and said bitterly: "How do I know? Maybe these people are still fantasizing about the resurrection of the dead Witch King. Otherwise, they wouldn't have made a big fuss about our clan's ceremony in order to snatch the holy ring, causing the holy Ring left behind, and that little Highness..."

The subordinates pricked up their ears and listened attentively to the secret old news of the past, but Yu kept his mouth shut and said no more.

Another subordinate, who was used to keeping silent, silently pointed to the balcony of that room—another person came out!

Yan Yijun sent new instructions to the whipman, hesitated for a moment, but was still worried about Duan Huichuan, and turned back to the balcony where the man left.

His innate witch power is not like the crow and Funo. The former is a curse witch, and most of the witch power is the power of curse. Shadow, using this to successfully evade pursuit many times.

The crow came across from the "over there" world, and was the vanguard for the eldest prince.

The latter are the descendants of the Wu clan who fled to the present world decades ago. Most of these people are the children of the anonymous Wu clan and human intermarriages. They are not talented and bloody. They are just miscellaneous witches. .

Miscellaneous witches are not much stronger than ordinary humans. Most of them need to awaken the hidden power in their blood through witchcraft. Funo is one of them. Through witchcraft, he obtained a short-term wind-type witch power.

And Yan Yijun, who controls the witch medicine, can naturally control these people. All their power depends on Yan Yijun's gift, plus the nightmare-like silver whip of the whipman.

Groups, beliefs, power, rules, and rewards and punishments are intertwined, so that this huge underground organization can be firmly grasped in the palm of hands, and Yan Yijun's will can be fully carried out.

Yan Yijun's talent is medicine and witchcraft. To be precise, he has both medicine and curse talents. Even in the once powerful witch clan, he is a rare talent that is rare in a hundred years.

It's a pity that he was born in the worst era. The witch clan was convicted of rebellion, and gradually declined from prosperity. He died and fled, and the rest of them lived a life of exile incognito.

Yan Yijun's talent, instead of bringing him the glory he deserved, became his crime instead.

He stood quietly in the night wind, with countless messy thoughts coming from all directions, but in just a short moment, he broke free from the long and painful memories of half his life, and frowned slightly—it had been a long time since he was disturbed by those unbearable things. disturbed by the past.

Is it because you want too many things now, so worry about gains and losses?

Yan Yijun closed his eyes slowly, pulled those chaotic emotions out of his mind, and opened them again with the sharpest posture.

He looked around and roughly judged the direction of Duan Huichuan's departure, and his whole body suddenly turned into a faint shadow that could not be seen clearly, blending silently into the night, chasing after him...