Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

The man on the bed covered with soft brocade had his eyes closed, his eyelashes like crow feathers cast a small shadow under his eyes, his clothes were open, revealing his blood-stained skin.

He Louming stared at his chest with an unclear expression. After a long time, he frowned, and slowly stretched out his hand to touch his chest. Before his cold fingers touched, the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled, as if he had been electrocuted. withdrew his hand.

He stared at the person without blinking, and was relieved when he saw that the eyes were not open.

Wait, He Louming's face is gloomy.

Why is he as guilty as a thief, now that this person is in his bedroom, he is no longer his master, what can he do?

Thinking about it, he stretched out his hand again, this time his hand directly touched the warm chest, his fingers moved slightly, and he touched twice gently like a cat.

Itching on the chest, Qingyuan opened his eyes, and subconsciously gathered his clothes after seeing the person clearly.

This movement directly covered the wound on his body, and he frowned, breaking out in cold sweat.

It hurts, it really hurts.

There may be barbs on the whip, and it hurts densely when you touch it. You don't need to look to know that it is already a piece of blood and flesh.

He is an innate spirit body, and the spiritual weapon for nourishing the soul and producing flesh and blood back then was the lotus flower, and he was very afraid of pain even with him, like the fragile petals of the lotus flower, he couldn't bear the slightest pain.

I don't know if this action stimulated He Louming, the latter said with sarcasm in his eyes, "Why, Qingyuan Immortal Venerable doesn't even let people take a look?"

What's so good about this, what do you have in me that you don't have?

Qingyuan thought silently, but saw He Louming took off his clothes with a vicious look on his face, looking like a bully.

Qingyuan was powerless to struggle, and he couldn't, so he could only let Bully He strip off his clothes and lie on the bed with his upper body naked.

I thought he was going to stab him again, but He Louming silently took the medicine and smeared it bit by bit.

He squatted beside the bed, applied the elixir to his hands, and then carefully applied it to the wound, closing his eyes, as if treating a treasure with concentration.

Qingyuan's chest is fair, and the whip mark is like an ugly centipede crawling on the porcelain. He thought to himself, this is the evidence that Qingyuan loves Qin Chen, this scar will always be with Qingyuan, just like Qin Chen It will always be the same as being by Qingyuan's side, there is no place for him, He Louming.

Not only that, but he would forget him, leave him far behind, as if he were dead.

Thinking of this, he said with cold eyes, "Turn over."

Qingyuan was stunned, and refused as if thinking of something, "No, no back injury."

He Louming didn't say a word, he directly stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, turned him over forcefully, and touched his back with the other hand in retaliation, with a hint of intimacy.

I thought the skin on the back would be as tight and smooth as the chest, but the hands felt rough to the touch, like the skin of a crocodile. There were raised scars on the skin, as if they had been treated cruelly.

He Louming's eyes were red, and there were large scars on Qingyuan's back, which stretched on his back as if a branch had been shrunk and dipped in cinnabar. The red lines aggressively occupied his back, licking him wantonly.

His fingers trembled a little, his heart began to ache again, his chest heaved violently, wrapped in strong emotions, and he couldn't even control the magic power on his body, "Who did it?"

Who would dare to treat the master of Izumo Peak of Tianyi School like this?

My heart was in a mess all of a sudden, this person expelled him from the teacher's school, which caused him such pain day and night, and he has not yet returned with revenge, who would dare to hurt him like this?

Qingyuan's expression was a bit complicated, he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, "It has nothing to do with you."

nothing to do with you

It doesn't matter

It was like being poured by a basin of water, and it was completely cooled from beginning to end.

Clenching the fist under the sleeve fiercely, He Louming said in a cold voice, "Okay, it has nothing to do with this deity."

As he said that, he flung his sleeves and left, the door was slammed by him vigorously, making a deafening 'bang'.

Qingyuan withdrew his gaze, and rubbed his eyebrows.

At this time, He Louming's whole body was covered with thorns, showing coldness, hurting others and himself, if he was not paying attention, the two of them had injuries all over their bodies.

Everyone knows that the Demon Lord He Louming is moody, but only Qingyuan knows that He Louming was not like this a long time ago.

At that time, he had just entered into his sect and became his direct disciple. The 13-year-old He Louming was proud and bright, with a dazzling light all over his body.

He left home to follow him, he didn't bring anything with him, and he didn't have any skills to accompany him. He didn't even know who he was or what he was, so he followed him stubbornly and recklessly.

Qingyuan doesn't like noise, and Izumo Peak has the fewest handymen, most of the time it's just the two of them.

He is smart and talented, and he usually knows everything at one point, and he always sticks to him, like a little tail, well-behaved and obedient.

It was also Qingyuan's first time accepting a disciple, and he loved this disciple very much, pitied him for thousands of miles away from home, pitied him for being unaccompanied, let him stay by his side, he was mild-tempered and less angry, He Louming was sensible, it was true No serious words were said to him.

After a few years like this, he took in another disciple, Qin Chen.

Qin Chen was 11 years old when he brought him back to Izumo Peak. It coincided with a big change in his family. He was withdrawn and reticent, and he never said a word all day long.

At that time, He Louming was already 17 years old, and when he saw a little apprentice brought back by him, he was very unhappy.

Secretly asked him if he didn't like him anymore, and lowered his eyes when he asked this question, as pitiful as an abandoned cub.

Back then, Qingyuan smiled and said: How could this be so, Master will always like you.

He Louming, who was originally obedient and coaxable, seemed to be a different person at this time, he insisted that Qingyuan only like him.

What did he say then?

Qingyuan covered his eyes and thought, he said to 17-year-old He Louming: You will always be my disciple.

At that time, He Louming was very happy, his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy, like a child who got his favorite candy, he smiled happily and freely, and his brows were full of vigor.

After He Louming became Qin Chen's senior brother, he shouldered the burden of a senior brother.

He was serious and meticulous, and he taught Qin Chen what Qingyuan taught him without reservation, sword skills, how to deal with people, everything, every detail, to Qin Chen.

Speaking of which, [-]% of Qin Chen's belongings were taught by He Louming, but he was not very competent as a master.

Thinking of this, Qingyuan sighed, all of this is gone after all.

He is not of a sad nature, he must look forward to everything, the past has no meaning, anyway, he and He Louming have formed a Taoist couple now.

At this point, the most important thing is to find a way to appease He Louming and take back his soul.

He began to look at everything in the room, and everything remained unchanged as in memory.

Bed curtains, screens, antiques for display, whip weapons to play with, and a daunting sword hanging on the wall, it looks like it has been wiped frequently, the blade is smooth, and the handle may have been rubbed often, revealing moisture Light.

Qingyuan walked in and took a look, and found that it was the one he gave him back then. A sour emotion surged in his heart for a moment, as if someone had stabbed him with a needle. , I want to give He Louming a good hug at this time.

But no, although he doesn't remember what he did at that time, Qingyuan can be sure that he would never hug He Louming at that time.

I have to find a way to hug my Taoist companion, Qingyuan thought so.

The door of the Demon Palace bedroom was pushed open again, and He Louming walked in with a food box. He still took out the food box with an unhappy face, and took out the steaming meals inside and put them on the table one by one. With a snort, "I wonder if Qingyuan Xianzun can take a fancy to the food in the Demon Realm."

The old yin and yang got angry.

Qingyuan wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare, so he had to hold back.

Eating slowly, his movements are elegant, and he has an indescribable charm when he is serious and quiet.

He Louming was sitting opposite him, slowly leaning towards the back of the chair, his expression was unpredictable, his eyes were lowered as if he was thinking about something.

It wasn't until Qingyuan finished eating that he raised his eyes and asked casually, "Qingyuan Immortal", his voice was very soft, as if he had exhausted all his strength, "Do you regret it?"

There was no reason for this, but the two people present knew what they were talking about.

He was asking Qingyuan if he regretted expelling him from the school, letting him kneel down in Izumo Peak, Qingyuan didn't even look at him.

He didn't even want to see him, but he just said in a fairy voice, "Go away, from now on, it has nothing to do with Izuyun Peak, and it has nothing to do with Tianyi Sect."

He Louming still remembers the feeling at that time, his heart seemed to be gouged out alive, his eyes were red and tears flowed from the pain.

He was dazed and aggrieved but couldn't believe it, feeling in a trance that this was a nightmare.

He wanted to question Qingyuan, his master, what did I do, you want to drive me away?

I have been with you since I was 13 years old. Over the years, my relatives have passed away long ago, and the world has changed. Where do you want me to go?

He was full of grievances, his heart ached from being suffocated, and he had prepared a lot of questions to ask Qingyuan.

But in the end, he only said one sentence, "The disciple knows his mistake, so I ask the master to punish me." '

His proud back bent down, lowered into the dust, humbled to the extreme.

You can punish him in any way, as long as you don't drive him out.

But it was useless, he still didn't want him, he didn't even want to see him.

Qingyuan closed his eyes, and when he spoke again, his voice had calmed down, and he said lightly, "Why talk about what he did in the past."

He Louming's body was covered in a room of darkness, like a seat of ice and snow that would not melt for years, his body was piercingly cold and confused.

the past?

It turned out that he was the only one who stayed where he was, stubbornly pursuing an answer.

He laughed at himself, his scarlet eyes seemed to be filled with tears of blood, "Okay, it's over."

How can it go?How could it pass?

Qingyuan, can't get through.

I can't even die.