Daxian insists on Lalang as a partner

Sitting on the stone steps, Qiao Ke's heart was chilly, it was all because he liked him so much and he ignored him.

However, the memory of the previous life probably faded, and Qiao Ke didn't have the heart-pounding pain and the urge to kill.The same face may not necessarily be the same person, and a person cannot step into the same river in his whole life. Will he fall into the same pit in two lifetimes?

Absolutely not!

Just treat it as an act, and return to the modern world after the performance—although the memory is gone, Qiao Ke’s obsession to go back is still there.

"What are you doing here?" A voice broke the silence.

Qiao Ke raised his head, and standing in front of him was Duanmu Yang, still dressed in a red-colored long dress, with half-twisted hair and half-unraveled hair, leisurely, like a gentle gentleman walking out under the moon.

Qiao Ke moved aside: "Those two are having sex in there, why don't you go in and turn over the table and bed!"

Duanmu Yang actually understood: "Aren't you sitting in the same way?"

"..."

Now it's all right, no need to bother to test what "immortal energy" is.Qiao Ke is sure that Duanmu Chuliu is Qingxian, Qiao Qianlu is his lover, and Qiao Ke is a poor spare tire who intervenes between the two.Then, the future plot is: these two are not official couples, and there is a brother Duanmu Yang in the middle, so when there is an awkward fight, Duanmuchu turns around and throws himself into his arms.

And then there's the love triangle?

This development is exactly as Daxian said.

Two lifetimes of hard life, but also met the same person, this is fate.Take one step at a time, take a good look at Duanmu Chuliu, don't commit suicide.However, is Chu Liu the kind of person who can hang himself on the southeast branch? With his nasty temper, he can only tie others to the branch as a kite.

Qiao Ke's mind was extremely chaotic.

Duanmu Yang leisurely: "Are you jealous? In fact, it was Qianlu who healed my wounds, and it took too much energy. I don't have energy, and there is nothing I can do to help, so I asked Chu Liu to take care of him. Therefore, you Don't mind."

Forming a blood contract is like helping the poor. Is a talented person tying a non-talented one?

Qiao Ke felt lucky: "The two of them really have nothing?"

Duanmu Yang was silent.

Look, look, silence is the default.Forget it, it was the tears of two people who said it, why did they choose so clearly, Qiao Ke sighed and changed the subject: "How did you get hurt?"

Duanmu Yang smiled: "I fell."

The wrestling required Qiao Qianlu to use Yuanli to heal his wounds, and he was so pale that he lay on the bed. Qiao Ke was suspicious: "Then how badly did you fall, the injuries are not limited to bones?"

Duanmuyang said: "It's really helpless."

In just a few words, Duanmuyang's attitude is always friendly, as if nothing happened in captivity, there is no resistance or disgust, and he was deceived by Qiao Ke before and locked up in the backyard.Qiao Ke couldn't help being curious: "Why did I lock you in the backyard?"

Duanmu Yang couldn't help laughing: "You always do things without reason, how do I know, you have refined your bones? Let me see."

As he spoke, his hand reached for Joko's collar.

"Young Master Duanmu."

A voice came across the sky, interrupting Duanmu Yang's movements.

The two turned their heads, and saw Chu Yanling wearing a gorgeous red brocade robe, and the two guards next to him each holding a round white butterfly red lantern, making him even more treacherous and magnificent.Duanmu Yang got up slowly, standing right between Chu Yanling and Qiao Ke—invisibly, a sense of tension spread.

"The child's hour is approaching, why don't you see Qiao Shao come out?" Chu Yanling spoke first.

"He has a minor ailment, let me settle everything." Duanmu Yang said.

"It's really strange. Yesterday I was clearly refreshed. The practice was too urgent. Today's Drunken Jade Festival..."

"With the sixth day here, Young Master Chu doesn't need to worry too much."

Qiao Ke, who was on the side, was about to interject, his teeth sore.Duanmu Chuliu came out sweating profusely. Seeing these people chatting together, he pushed Qiao Ke hastily: "What are you doing sitting here, the time is coming."

Qiao Ke was angry: "It's not Meng Po soup, what's the rush?"

"If you want to die, just say, I will help you. There are a bunch of people working for you, and you are making trouble for nothing, so come here!" Duanmu Chuliu was furious, and he slammed Qiao Ke down on the ground with great strength. land.

Qiao Ke screamed and fell to the ground.

Duan Muyang said, "Young Master Chu and I will make arrangements first", and Shi Shiran left with Chu Yanling.

Qiao Ke got up, rubbed the corner of his sore mouth, blood was smeared on his knuckles.Qiao Ke was heartbroken, no wonder he panicked when he saw Duanmu Chuliu, he must have been bullied by him before, just bickering, just doing it casually, even the bully of the world can't stand the beating.What kind of blood contract was made? Mr. Qiao is a blind man, and he is a cheating son.

Duanmu Chuliu also felt that his hand was too heavy, but his chin was raised even higher: "It's like made of paper, and it can break with a finger."

"Can the blood contract be terminated?"

"Do you think who wants to be tied to you? Explain it every year, but you have a way to solve it! I don't know how much energy I spend every year on the festival day! Hurry up and go to the sacrificial room and wait for the souls of the day to find you." Come here!" Duanmu Chuliu turned around angrily, and wanted to go back to Qiao Qianlu's room.

"If I die, what will happen to the Blood Pact? What will happen to you?" Qiao Ke asked.

"Ha, then I'll die of joy."

……

Walking into yesterday's sacrificial room, there was a large rough pottery wine jar next to the round banquet, and Qiao Kemeng circled it. If he drank it, he would be dead drunk without a beggar coming to the door.

Next to it, a jade cup holds a tower incense, and the white smoke lingers, exuding a misty breath.

Duanmu Chuliu asked him to drink, and Qiao Ke felt bored. Without saying a word, Chu Liu scooped a large bowl in the vat... Bowl after bowl, Qiao Ke drank until he burped, and when he burped, he burped A cold war, the body temperature will drop a little.Later, he couldn't drink it any more, and he couldn't stand the cold, so he gave up on himself: "I want to drink it all up, just cut open my stomach and pour it in!"

Duanmu Chuliu snorted coldly: "I'm not dumb, hum!"

"..."

"Cold?"

"Do you want to hug me?"

Duanmu Chuliu raised his eyebrows and said, "Your brain is soaked in wine, why should I hug you?"

"Aren't you going to warm my bones? How can I be warm without hugging?"

Duanmu Chuliu gritted his teeth: "You died once, and you forgot it completely. You thought Yuanli was warming your hands. Sitting down obediently, it will warm up in a while."

... With such a violent temper, how can I bear it in the future? Qiao Ke sat in the middle of the mat silently, while Duanmu Chuliu chose to sit at the farthest corner of the mat. The two were separated by a foot, and Qiao Ke stared straight at Duanmu On the sixth day of the lunar new year, I was thinking about how to practice his kung fu—this is the first time I have seen the kung fu in a fantasy world. I don’t know if it looks like it was shown on TV.

Duanmu Chuliu was stared at: "Close your eyes!"

Qiao Ke closed his eyes, looking forward to it, but Duanmu Chuliu did not approach.Soon, a warm feeling came from all directions, like the warm wind in early spring.Qiao Ke couldn't help opening his eyes, only to see Duanmu Chuliu's palm facing upwards, mist-like air coming in a spiral shape along the meridians, converging in the palm, and then radiating out continuously, covering him like a sea of ​​clouds. .

Is this Yuanli?

Qiao Ke stared at Duanmu Chuliu, only to see that his face was getting paler, and later, his lips were like frost.Qiao Ke suddenly realized that he was getting warmer, but Duanmu Chuliu was getting colder and colder.Sure enough, after a while, the fog became intermittent and gradually lightened, and the air also cooled down.Qiao Ke went over anxiously and stroked his forehead. Duanmu Chuliu slowly opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Look at me, close your eyes!"

"Are you cold?"

"nonsense!"

"Are you tired now?"

"That's not true, bone warming needs to be moderate, otherwise it will be a failure." Duanmu Chuliu obviously didn't want to admit that he was tired and couldn't catch up with his strength.A bead of sweat on his forehead solidified into an ice bead, which fell into his open palm and rolled twice, but it didn't melt, which shows how cold his body is.

This person, a typical knife mouth tofu heart.Qiao Ke suddenly felt distressed and crawled over.

Duanmu Chuliu was still disgusted: "What are you doing, it won't be warm if you lean against it."

"I'll keep you warm."

As soon as Qiao Ke held his palm, a burst of warmth gushed out at the moment of holding each other.Duanmu Chuliu was caught off guard, and with a swipe of his hand, Qiao Ke knocked his head on the mat with a bang, and fell to the ground.Duanmu Chuliu didn't expect this to happen, so he quickly pulled him up.

Qiao Ke wailed: "I think it's better to be close together to save energy?"

Duanmu Chuliu said sullenly, "That won't save much."

This dead Tsundere, isn't it just touching hands? The two of them have touched and hugged countless times in their previous lives. Qiao Ke sticks to it: "It's a little bit less, in case you don't make it to the end, my elder brother is lying down again." Can’t move, what should I do if the Drunken Jade Festival failed?”

"would not."

Although he retorted like this, Duanmu Chuliu did not resist Qiao Ke's hand anymore.

After about an hour or so, Duanmu Chuliu's vitality suddenly became volatile, and the mist in his palm came and went.Qiao Ke's body became very cold again, and the cold alcohol smell penetrated into the bones.

Qiao Ke trembled and hugged him: "Sure enough, the energy is insufficient, and the air conditioner can't be controlled."

Duanmu Chuliu didn't speak, the air was getting colder and colder, both of them were going to turn into popsicles, Qiao Ke tremblingly held the turtle jade on his chest, and silently said, "God of Broken Love, hurry up and have a look, your male god Qing The string is frozen like a dog, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the day of suicide."

The sincerity is the spirit, and the turtle jade exudes a faint warmth. Qiao Ke quickly took off the turtle jade and hung it around Duanmu Chuliu's neck, and stuffed it into his clothes. Hold Guiyu, let it stick tightly to Duanmu Chuliu's skin.It looked like Qiao Ke was pressing Duanmu Chuliu's chest through his clothes.

"Do all the useless things." Duanmu Chuliu reluctantly opened his eyes.

"You can be useful." Qiao Ke simply hugged Duanmu Chuliu tightly, shivering again.

☆, no one holds hands, hands in pockets

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