I, Long Jun, am not short!

Yan Cijing has been in Misty Valley for too long.

In fact, Misty Valley should not be able to do anything to him. Why has he stayed in Bihaiyuntian for hundreds of years? Misty Valley and Bihaiyuntian are always incomparable.

But unfortunately, Misty Valley is too evil. Compared with Bihaiyuntian, it’s more tossing people. I won’t mention the coldness. It’s not that Yan Cijing has never experienced a colder time. The key problem is, It paralyzes willpower and vigilance and deprives a person of physical strength.

Yan Cijing thought he had good willpower, and after staying for a few days, he also started to feel drowsy. At the beginning, he was able to analyze the situation by himself, but in the last few days, he has been drowsy most of the time, and he can fall asleep at any time past.

When Yan Cijing didn't sleep, he would keep thinking about things, and then write and draw on the ground, until his brain hurts and he fell asleep.

No way, he was worried too much. He was worried that the demon world would not be able to control the field without him sitting in Zihuan, worried that he would not know how to act when he was not in Biluohuangquan, worried that the demon king would have back tricks, and worried that the demon world would have contact with the demon king. Worried about Mo Xunyu's unspeakable secrets.

What worried him most was the wound on Chu Xian's back and his face.

No matter in Bihaiyuntian or Misty Valley, the only thing that is probably the same is that when he has nothing to do, he can only live by thinking about Chu Xian, and the hallucinations appear in front of him when he misses.

He saw Chu Xian descending from the sky, swinging on the branch above his head, then turned over neatly and propped himself on the ground with one hand, wearing a green suit, with untwisted black hair draped over his shoulders, with a slightly pale complexion, but he still raised his head to face him smile slightly.

It must be a hallucination, Yan Cijing thought so, and fell asleep again uncontrollably, closing his eyes for the last moment, he saw Chu Xian's panicked expression, and a panicked voice: "Ci Jing!"

Yan Cijing smiled helplessly and thought, well, this illusion is quite real.

Chu Xian was almost frightened to death by him. Although he was excited to see Yan Cijing just after he came down, what would happen if he fainted when he saw him laughing?

Is it easy for him to smile at him despite his discomfort, or should he be so shameless? !

Complaints are nothing but complaints, Chu Xian still rushed over at that moment, hugged Yan Cijing before he fell down, and then was a little horrified to find that he had lost a lot of weight, and his face was worse than that of his chronically ill man. It's sick and ugly.

Chu Xian was frightened to death again, and stretched out his hand to feel the pulse in his neck in fear. Fortunately, it was still beating. Chu Xian heaved a sigh of relief, and then tremblingly pulled him into his arms.

The vermilion little Suzaku on the ground screamed "Jiu Jiu Jiu", and kept trying to jump on Chu Xian, trying to save his master.

Chu Xian frowned slightly, and slapped it down with a slap. The slovenliness he had endured for so many days started to happen again. He rubbed the little Suzaku's hair, reluctantly restraining the thought of plucking a hair. He thought to himself: "This can't be Suzaku, how did it become like this?"

Little Suzaku chirped, and said in a human voice: "It's Suzaku, what's wrong! Does it have anything to do with you!"

Chu Xian laughed: "Hey, you can still talk, is it really Suzaku?"

Little Suzaku wanted to give him a bite out of politeness, but Chu Xian picked him up by the back of his neck. He held Yan Cijing in one hand, and Suzaku in the other. In fact, his hands were still trembling, but he smiled rarely: "Why, You don't know me anymore? It's only been a few thousand years, and you forgot about me pulling your hair?"

Little Suzaku: "..."

Although it doesn't remember such a thing, it can be seen that this dragon is not only really owed, but also extremely shameless. It is simply not ashamed but proud!

The impoverished and shameless His Royal Highness Long Jun threw Little Suzaku down, and carefully lifted half of Yan Cijing's long hair, revealing the entire face of magnificence. His complexion was almost pale, and his lips were bloodless. The usual sharp indifference covered up a lot, and finally he felt a little sick and well-behaved.

Chu Xian sighed slightly, held him tighter in his arms, and stroked his face lightly with one hand, especially staying for a while on a few small wounds, which probably fell off or scratched accidentally. Yes, thinking of this, Chu Xian couldn't help touching his face, it was as smooth as before, but it was slightly cold, and there were no small wounds that he might have. Chu Xian felt that he could still maintain a handsome face after tossing for so long these days The face expressed great satisfaction.

Then he looked down and saw an even more handsome and extraordinary face, Chu Xian stroked his chin and frowned slightly, then leaned down, and lightly kissed Yan Cijing's face, the warm tip of his tongue swept across the small wound , licking the remaining blood on it carefully.

After he raised his head, the wound that had not been healed due to the fog problem healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only then did a slight smile appear in Chu Xian's eyes, but it was fleeting. He put his forehead on Yan Cijing's face. On the forehead, I only feel that the lower forehead is cold, no matter how I cover it, I can't cover it.

Every word Mo Xunyu said kept reappearing in his mind. The relationship between Yan Cijing and him was really good, and he could say anything. I don't know how Mo Xunyu felt when he heard those words, anyway. Chu Xian just listened to Mo Xunyu's narration with a smile or not, enough to be frightened enough. He was so shocked that a thousand layers of waves arose in his heart, and they all beat back to his heart. His heart hurt so badly that he couldn't even breathe. Come on, all the internal organs involved hurt.

He couldn't even think that he had to love one more person so that after being crushed by that person and being abandoned, he could rely on his love for that person to survive a hundred years of loneliness, and then find that person for hundreds of years , can bear anything for that person.

How much love does it take to do this.

Chu Xian felt that he couldn't think about it at all. Whenever he thought about it, he felt so sorry for this silly child that he wanted to cry.

He didn't realize that tears were already streaming down his face. He hugged Yan Cijing tightly, and when he wanted to speak, he realized that he was sobbing. He couldn't help but murmured: "Ci Jing, Yan Cijing, what are you doing?" Why is it so stupid, it makes people feel so sad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Ci Jing, I don't know... If I had known..."

Chu Xian was confused for a moment, what if he knew earlier, what if he knew earlier, wouldn't it be impossible to change anything?

Everyone loves to say, "If I knew this earlier, why bother?" But if I knew this earlier, why did I do it in the first place?

Most of the misfortunes in this world are just caused by the word "missing". It's better to know why it was so.

Yan Cijing in his arms slowly opened his eyes, there were still tears falling down Yubai's face, he raised his hand with difficulty to hold Chu Xian's hand on his face, first thought, Is this really hallucination?How can it be so real?

It's just that Chu Xian's silent tears were real and not hallucinatory at all. They just fell on the face but they hurt his whole body. Yan Cijing said hoarsely: "Xianxian, don't cry."

When you cry, I feel flustered and scared.

Chu Xian hastily clenched his hand back, pulled him even tighter into his arms, and shook his head indiscriminately: "Ci Jing, you're awake, okay, I won't cry, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll take you with me right now." you go."

As he said that, Chu Xian picked him up horizontally, not forgetting to pick up the cheerful little Suzaku that called "Jiu Jiu Jiu", and began to slowly grope forward in the mist.

Yan Cijing lay in his arms, terrified of crushing him, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Let me go, Xianxian."

Chu Xian put his arms around his neck: "No, I won't."

Yan Cijing was still very weak, but very firm, he leaned on Chu Xian's chest: "Let go of me Xianxian, you won't be able to walk out with me."

Chu Xian couldn't help but shed tears all over his face again. He just felt that this day had finished the tears that hadn't been shed for tens of thousands of years before, and he didn't bother to wipe them off. Let's die here together."

Yan Cijing hugged his neck tightly and sighed: "What stupid things, I don't want to die with you, I just want you to live and live well."

Chu Xian: "But I don't want to live alone, I want to die with you, at least I don't have to be afraid..."

Don't be afraid that you will be alone again.

Yan Cijing smiled in a low voice: "Why are you alone? You still have Emperor Jiuling and the others, Xianxian, I want you to live well, do you know Xianxian, I have thought a lot these days, I want to It's all about you, I want you to be well, to be happy and worry-free for the rest of my life, and I can die with peace in my eyes."

Chu Xian wanted to speak but let out a "whimper". He quickly cleared his throat, pretending to be relaxed and said, "What are you talking about, aren't you beyond the six realms of life and death? die!"

Yan Cijing smiled helplessly: "You will die if you go beyond the six realms, but the heavens can't control my life and death, and it doesn't really mean that I won't die. Xianxian, promise me, can you be free now and then? Think of me, even if you hate me, I will be happy."

Chu Xian couldn't hear such words now, felt distressed, angry and sad, and almost hit him, but felt something was wrong. Ever since they met again, Yan Cijing had almost never smiled, except in front of him. The kind who could laugh several times, but always couldn't reach his eyes, and suddenly laughed at every sentence, and Chu Xian suddenly felt a little terrified when he heard it.

He is Yan Cijing and not Chu Xian, how could he suddenly love to laugh so much, either Duoshe or...

Chu Xian said to him very seriously: "Ci Jing, let me tell you, you won't die, don't act like you're telling me about your funeral, I don't like it!"

Yan Cijing ignored him, rubbed his face against his chest, and asked him again: "I should have asked how you got here, but after thinking about it, why waste time on such nonsense, I should ask some more The important things are fine."

Chu Xian looked down at him in confusion: "What's the matter?"

Yan Cijing smiled at him, almost shaking Chu Xian's eyes, then Yan Cijing asked softly, "Can I kiss you?"

Chu Xian: "..."

Yan Cijing continued: "I had a dream that day. I dreamed that I was going to die here, but I didn't see you. I will die with regret. Can I kiss you leisurely?"

Chu Xian had no expression on his face: "You just said that as long as I can live well, I will die in peace."

I haven't seen you for a long time, this dead child's acting skills are still so unsatisfactory, even worse than last time in Lianhuan, why don't you learn from others after staying with Mo Xunyu for so long?

Yan Cijing didn't know what he was thinking, thought he had messed up again, so he lowered his head and rubbed against his chest again, and stopped talking.

Chu Xian stared at his face for a while, and was horrified to find that no matter how he looked at him, he felt wronged, and he was so wronged that he looked so beautiful, it was just...

...it's unbearable to refuse.

Chu Xian sighed, threw the little Suzaku in his hand casually, hugged him and sat down anywhere, let him lean in his arms, and said helplessly: "What are you doing, kiss."

His stature is a little worse than Yan Cijing's. Yan Cijing was much taller than him when he was holding Yan Cijing like this. Looking down at him slightly, Chu Xian felt that it was just relying on this picture Coupled with his inexplicable feeling towards him, even if he wanted the stars in the sky, he had to go to the Xingjun Palace to grab a bunch of them for him.

Anyway, the seven of Xingjun Palace dare not refuse.

Yan Cijing didn't expect him to agree, he was a little dazed, he was poked by Chu Xian before he realized, stared straight at him, and after a long time slowly put his lips close to his lips, but He felt that the person in front of him was not something he could touch.

I don't know how much determination was made, and how much courage it took, Yan Cijing slightly pressed his lips to Chu Xian's lips, without daring to use any force at all, as long as Chu Xian had a little resistance, he would immediately back away.

But Chu Xian didn't.

The soft touch on his lips made Yan Cijing tremble slightly, and after confirming that Chu Xian really had no intention of resisting, he dared to approach the person in front of him forcefully, rolling and sucking on his lips.

There was no support behind Chu Xian, and he fell to the ground in a daze, his hair spread all over the floor, and his eyes looking at Yan Cijing were still slightly confused, as if he didn't know what happened.

Yan Cijing leaned forward, and once again sucked his lips, the tip of his tongue pried away Chu Xian's unsuspecting lips and teeth, between the lingering lips and tongue, he closed his eyes tightly, a line of tears slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes, It dripped on Chu Xian's face, rendering the originally sweet kiss very sad.

He called Chu Xian indistinctly while he was panting lowly: "Xianxian... Do you know that..."

Chu Xian tilted his head and asked him, "Know what?"

But Yan Cijing didn't answer, and wrapped his lips around him again, leaning on his lips and tongue, kissing Chu Xian almost out of breath and didn't stop, as if he wanted to last this kiss till the end of time, until the two finally find each other die.

You know, I like you so much.

The author has something to say: I haven't seen you for a long time, and I still have a kiss, say you love me! (proud face)

(At the end of that month, can I ask for some... some unspeakable liquid)