Demon Venerable Dao Companion will never break off the marriage

The young man spoke very seriously, showing his hands, the index finger and middle finger were put together, and the ring finger stood out proudly.

That was Yin Xuansheng and his red line.

Yin Xuansheng looked at the young man's proud appearance, his chest seemed to stand up slightly, and he was completely childish.

There was a faint smile in his words, hidden behind the cold tone: "Let's take a lunch break."

Xia Zijiao naturally heard the hint of pampering in his words, the tolerant attitude of the elders who see their children giggling without saying a word.

Turning around and sitting on the couch, flipping up his robe, Xia Zijiao tilted his head and looked at him: "Xuansheng, are you guarding me then?"

"Yeah." Yin Xuansheng looked at the young man's smile. He sat on the edge of the bed, tilted his head slightly against the bedpost, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his crow-feather eyelashes cast a shadow, covering the clear eyes. thoughts.

The young man raised his hand and patted the position beside his side. The brocade couch was soft and slightly sunken under the young man's hands, with thin wrinkles on his fingertips: "Then you can sit here?"

Yin Xuansheng stepped forward, and the boy retreated inward to the inner side of the bed, leaving half of the outer side to him.

His posture blocked most of the light, and he sat down on the side of the bed with a slightly lowered body. Xia Zijiao looked at him and began to push forward: "Xuansheng, sleep with me."

Yin Xuansheng turned his head to look at the young man. The young man was looking at him, with the same clear eyes, eye feathers fluttering slightly, as if he was getting sleepy, and his tone was lazy and coquettish.

"I don't need sleep anymore."

"Then you lie down with me."

Yin Xuansheng looked indifferently at the young man's indifferent appearance, although he was indifferent, he had a bit of arrogance of a young master.

Xia Zijiao lay on his side on the soft pillow, raised his eyes for a moment, and saw Yin Xuansheng was leaning over slightly, approaching, his black hair slid over his shoulders, and fell on the side of Xia Zijiao's face, Xia Zijiao subconsciously blinked, looking Watching Yin Xuansheng slowly lean on the soft pillow beside him.

"Xuansheng."

"En." Yin Xuansheng raised his hand and touched the top of the boy's hair. The boy's hair is very soft. Every time he touches the boy's hair, he wants to touch the boy's skin.

Yin Xuansheng moved his fingers slightly, and the whole room became dark, like night.

The room was dark, but Xia Zijiao's drowsiness eased a lot. He raised his hand, propped his elbow on the soft pillow, and propped his chin with the palm of his hand: "Ask you a question."

"You said."

"You know my characters, but I don't even know yours. What exactly are your characters?"

In the darkness, the young man lowered his head slightly, and approached Yin Xuansheng slightly: "If others can't know your handwriting, I can't know it either."

The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly in the darkness, not because of anything else. When he got too close to Yin Xuansheng, the hot aura on his body was too obvious.

"You won't like it." Yin Xuansheng said indifferently, his practice has long been able to see things at night, so he can naturally see the young man's eye feathers trembling slightly in front of him, and his slightly parted lips as he spoke.

Xia Zijiao didn't continue to ask, but uttered a faint syllable: "Huh?" With a hint of doubt, he seemed to be saying, how do you know that I won't like it.

People close to each other always call each other's name, he calls him by his name, but he calls him Xuan Sheng, don't call them a junior.

Seeing the young man's persistent appearance, Yin Xuansheng whispered in the darkness: "I was born in the middle of the night, my name is Xuansheng, and I take the word Ming."

"Ah..." Xia Zijiao was stunned for a moment, never expecting that Yin Xuansheng's writing was so casual and unavoidable, he leaned forward slightly, his chin lightly rested on Yin Xuansheng's shoulder, and raised his hand to climb onto his. Chest, seems to want to hug him and give him some warmth.

Although he probably doesn't need it now, the boy still wants to warm him up at this moment.

"Go to sleep." Yin Xuansheng raised his hand, stroked the boy's hair, and along the soft hair, his fingertips touched the boy's slightly cold ears.

He gently stroked the shape of the juvenile's ear, and his chest was hot.

He knew that the boy cared about him.

His insignificant past events unexpectedly bought him something he never had.

The boy's voice was muffled: "Don't treat me like a child, I will stand by your side one day."

"Then what do you want to be?" Yin Xuansheng asked softly in the dark, his fingers slid down his ears, and his hot fingertips lightly pressed against the boy's lips.

"..." Xia Zijiao panicked for a moment, his mind went blank due to his sudden offensive action, he stroked the young man's lips for a moment, Xia Zijiao even felt slightly dizzy under the pressure, opened his lips, touched Yin Xuansheng's fingertips shrank almost trembling, and he also stuttered.

"We are fiancés...so, we will support and watch each other together in the future."

Yin Xuansheng didn't seem surprised when he heard his answer, and said calmly, "Well, go to sleep."

Xia Zijiao leaned on his chest, blinked his eyes helplessly, feeling that Yin Xuansheng was not very satisfied with his answer?

In his eyes, what kind of relationship do they have?

Xia Zijiao couldn't figure it out, so he slightly shrank his body, leaned half on Yin Xuansheng's arm, closed his eyes, and simply stopped thinking about it.

The young man usually sleeps at night, and takes a short nap at noon, otherwise he will lose his energy in the afternoon. Recently, because of the weakening of his spirit veins, he often feels drowsy when he touches the pillow, but now because of what Yin Xuansheng said just now, he can't fall asleep. .

His mind was churning, a ray of spiritual power slowly injected between his brows, Xia Zijiao's eyelids became heavy in an instant, knowing in his heart that Yin Xuansheng was helping him sleep, so he let go of all his thoughts and slowly fell into the Dreamland.

In the dream, there is a vast ocean of water, a huge sea without boundaries, Xia Zijiao can't swim, but he can always float on the water.

He turned his head and saw a man standing on the water, looking at him from a distance.

Xia Zijiao blinked, and his eyes fell on his hands and feet outside his clothes. This man was very white, so white that there was almost no trace of blood, with a kind of wet vapor, like a shark living in this sea.

Looking down, Xia Zijiao confirmed that he was wearing heavy clothes, and under the hem were a pair of bare feet, not mermaid tails.

Xia Zijiao raised his hand, swiped his arm in the water, and slowly approached that person, raised his eyes and saw that person was also looking at him.

A smile slowly appeared on his lips, and his eyes were gentle, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time, perhaps as long as tens of thousands of years: "Zijiao, you are here."

Xia Zijiao looked at his eyes and his whole body trembled, as if some flood beast was hiding in his body, and he was about to open his eyes to meet those smiling eyes. Xia Zijiao opened his eyes suddenly, and a faint scent lingered At the tip of the nose, familiar and reassuring.

It was the smell of incense on Yin Xuansheng's clothes.

"I'm having a nightmare..." The young man rubbed his eyes and muttered softly. For him, such a strange place was almost isolated from the world. The only people he could trust were those around him, and his voice was so soft.

With a soft voice, the young man muttered out what he saw in the dream. Thinking of the person in the dream, he still had a strange feeling in his body, which made his emotions surge.

"They are the only one among the eight major families who chose to hide from the world in order to avoid me, even at the expense of disappearing in Yan Bo."

"This Li family is hiding here and there." Xia Zijiao frowned, "If you dare to trouble me, dig three feet to find them!"

As he said that, the young man raised his eyes: "Can't you directly feel the location of the magic weapon? Let's go directly to the magic weapon, and as long as they are still talking about what we got, I don't believe they won't come out."

Yin Xuansheng nodded: "Although they hid Dingpo, Dingpo is indeed still here, and there will definitely be clues left."

Speaking of this, the young man got up decisively from the bed, no matter what, he could only fuse his soul with his fixed soul, and only with his soul could he get his own power.

"Let's go, let's go!"

After a good rest, you must roll up your sleeves and work hard in the afternoon.

The two walked out of the inn and set foot on Yan Bo's street again.

The streets here can almost be called spotless. There are many young men in brocade clothes and girls in skirts walking between them. There are many girls buying flowers on both sides, carrying a basket and wearing silk thread into their hands. A string of flowers, waiting for the lady and wife who pass by.

Xia Zijiao raised his head and noticed that there were two kites flying in the sky on the other side of the eaves. Everything was so vivid that it seemed unreal.

During their visits, they lived inside Yanbo, and they seemed to seldom see high-level monks. Seeing the appearance and demeanor of the two, they couldn't help but look sideways. The two walked across the street and walked all the way. Being watched all the way, Xia Zijiao, who has been used to being watched since childhood, felt a little at a loss.

Ask softly: "Are they all mortals?"

His cultivation base is low, although he can feel that most of these people's aura are mortals, and a few are low-level monks, but he is not sure whether these people are really mortals or monks in disguise.

"It's a mortal."

Yin Xuansheng's answer reassured the young man a lot, it's good that he is really a mortal.

Walking forward through the street, you will come to a bridge with a wide deck paved with stone slabs and three large characters engraved on the bridge railing.

wind and rain bridge.

"Is this the Yanbo scenery that the guide just said?" Xia Zijiao looked at the bridge in front of him, isn't it just a bridge?No matter how well repaired it is just a bridge.

Walking up the Wind and Rain Bridge, Xia Zijiao grabbed Yin Xuansheng's forearm.

Although it's just a bridge.

But such a weird place can be called a famous scenery, Xia Zijiao still felt that there might be something unusual in it.

Yin Xuansheng said: "Look."

Xia Zijiao raised his eyes and looked at Yin Xuansheng. What are you looking at?He dazed for a moment, didn't notice what Yin Xuansheng wanted him to look at, looked at him, blinked once, then blinked again.

Yin Xuansheng is pretty...

Yin Xuansheng looked at the young man's eyes looking at him in a daze, and the eyes of the two froze for three seconds. Immediately, Yin Xuansheng's eyes moved slightly, looked forward and lowered his eyes slightly, motioning him to look ahead.

Following his moving gaze, Xia Zijiao shifted his gaze, lowered his gaze, and cast his gaze to the bottom of Fengyu Bridge.

Under the Fengyu Bridge is a quiet river with clear and calm water.

And on the surface of the calm water, there are countless fine water marks and ripples, and it is raining in the river water under the Fengyu Bridge.

Xia Zijiao took a step back silently, and moved closer to Yin Xuansheng.