Asura Field Raiders [Cultivation]

"Ahe."

When Qi Qinghe woke up, Fang Tianliang, the curtains were drawn tightly, the door was locked, the light in the room was dim, and there was a lingering ambiguous and sweet smell in the air, which made the woman feel a little uncomfortable He frowned and tilted his head, opened his eyes a little and then closed them again, and felt some soreness with the slightest movement of the arms on his body.

Yesterday, she tossed and tossed from afternoon to late night, if it wasn't for Qi Qinghe who couldn't bear it and really got a little annoyed, I'm afraid that the person next to her who is aggressive and best at climbing poles would still drag her to continue absurd and presumptuous.

She just made a little movement, and Gu Jihuan, who woke up early and hugged her and was not willing to look away for a moment, noticed it. The slightly round phoenix eyes curved softly, and there were little ripples in the pupils. Bo Guang carefully leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, calling out in a low voice.

This action was not so much a kiss, but more like a silent rubbing against Qi Qinghe's cheek.

But such wordless flattery did not have the expected effect. After hearing the words, the person in her arms only opened his eyes and glanced at her lightly, then backed out of her arms with support, raised his hand to give He straightened his clothes to cover up the exposed skin that was full of traces.

Gu Jihuan pursed his lips, sat up slowly, and leaned over to rub her waist: "Are you angry?"

"I won't do this next time, Ah He, don't be angry, okay?"

The girl said it pitifully and sincerely, but there was a bit of tiredness and reluctance in her eyes.

When the person he loves lies under him as if pampering her and letting her move, the indifference and forbearance between his brows gradually shattered, and he couldn't help showing her a charming blooming to the extreme beauty, the only thing in Gu Jihuan's mind was... The remaining rationality collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

She likes to see Qi Qinghe showing her out-of-control and ruthless appearance for herself, which will give her some sweet illusions, making Gu Jihuan almost think that they are such intimate lovers, Qi Qinghe In the end, he will move his heart for her.

The woman glanced at her coldly, sneered, and didn't bother to answer such hypocritical words, she unceremoniously slapped her outstretched fingertips away, pulled her skirt to stand up slowly, stepped over her, and floated off the bed to the ground.

The outside of the fortress barrier of Baiyulou was crowded with monks who came to seek asylum almost every day. These people entered into the fortress after being audited and reported by the disciples.At the beginning, everything went smoothly, but later, more and more monks came to the snowy area, and the personal residence and follow-up arrangements for these monks began to face serious problems.

Qi Qinghe had to deal with more and more busy affairs, and he didn't have time to entangle Gu Jihuan about love matters all day long.If you really write with a pen, even if the girl is around to seduce her in every possible way, you won't look at her for a while.

This also made Gu Jihuan so angry that she always wanted to grab the things in her hands and tear them up and throw them away.

"Ahe, are you tired? Do you want to take a break?"

Qi Qing and Hang Mou put down the ink pen in their hands and put it on the side of the inkstone. Before they raised their heads, they heard voices of concern from behind. The girl's delicate body slowly pressed against her back. This little wolf who is getting more and more courageous The cub leaned close to her ear and breathed like blue, making no effort to hide his desire and desire.

The woman's eyebrows moved slightly, and she closed her eyes helplessly.

Where is this to persuade her to rest?

This is obviously an effort to drag her into the gentle village and eat her skin and bones.

Feeling that the hand that was on her shoulder was moving down restlessly, Qi Qinghe couldn't bear it any longer. He tilted his head and raised his fingertips to grab those claws, and said in a low voice, "Don't move around."

It would not be enough to say how much she likes to pamper this person.

The reason why Qi Qinghe is so tolerant is that apart from the unclear relationship with Qingxuan and the special accident in the reincarnation memory, the rest is just based on his momentary soft heart and wants Gu Jihuan to settle down a bit.

Her heart is harder than a rock, and she hasn't figured out the strange feeling of reincarnation for the time being.Therefore, every move and deed of Qi Qinghe is nothing more than she is exchanging some things that she doesn't care much about for the things that are most beneficial to her at present.

Be it Gu Jihuan or the remaining four, Qi Qinghe has very low expectations for them.

As long as they don't cause trouble and disturb the chess game she has already set up, it will be fine.

After all, from the day Hong Huang was born, she has hated the feeling of things being out of control, and what that person likes to do most is jumping around the bottom line she hates.

"Ahe~"

Taking advantage of the situation, the girl softened her body, sat straight on her lap, and acted like a baby with her with a long ending.

Seeing her expression, Qi Qinghe felt his forehead twitch, and hurriedly raised his hand to block her indecent words before she could speak: "...Today I'm going to visit the new monks, you want to talk to me? together?"

Gu Jihuan blinked her eyes, squinted her phoenix eyes and nodded obediently.

"I want to be with Ah He."

To be together all the time, never apart.

"Let's go then."

The woman patted the girl on the back lightly, motioning her to get off her body.

Gu Jihuan's eyes drooped slightly, and he looked extremely honest, but a second before he went down, he suddenly leaned forward and pecked Qi Qinghe's lips, and then stood aside obediently with his eyes bent and satisfied.

Qi Qinghe's eyes trembled, he raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth expressionlessly, without looking at her, he got up and left.

"Ahe wait for me."

The woman turned a deaf ear to the voice behind her, her eyes pale.

But when a hand secretly reached out to hold her fingertips, Qi Qinghe didn't seem to notice it, and didn't stop it.

"Landlord."

Just when they were about to go in outside the main hall of Baiyu Tower, someone suddenly called Qi Qinghe.

The woman paused, and turned her head to take a look. The female cultivator standing not far away with some hesitation was Su Nanxing, who was rescued by her not long ago.

After all, she is the daughter of Su Jingmo, Qi Qinghe looked slightly relaxed, and nodded in response: "Is there something wrong?"

"Well... this is... A Niang asked me to pass it on to you."

Su Nanxing looked a little nervous, she only looked up at Qi Qinghe very quickly, then lowered her head, and respectfully handed a letter and a small porcelain vase carved with blue patterns to the woman.

"Ah, Su Jingmo is my aunt."

Seeing that the woman didn't answer for a while, she quickly added a sentence.

Qi Qing and Lianmou glanced, pursed their lips and raised their hands to take it.

Su Nanxing secretly looked at her expression, hesitated for a while, squeezed her sleeves with her fingertips, and said nana: "Aunt said...she misses you very much. Here is a jar of candied fruit she made for you ...she said she hoped to see you again."

Qi Qinghe: "... She has taken care of it, and we will meet again if we are destined."

There was an extra hand on the woman's waist at some point, full of resentment and sourness from her master, she was thinking of ways to knead Qi Qinghe's waist to vent her dissatisfaction.

This movement is very gentle, if you want to pinch but don't want to pinch, it's like coquettish flirting.

Surrounded by people coming and going, groups of disciples, and many people with miscellaneous eyes, Qi Qinghe couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the silver-rimmed mask on his face, and silently stretched out his hand to grab the fingertips on his waist and pull it off.Seeing that the little girl in front of her lowered her head for some reason as if she was struggling with something, she waited patiently for a while before she couldn't bear the sad and wronged gaze of the wolf cub, and was about to carry Gu Jihuan into the palace.

However, the moment she turned around, the little girl suddenly opened her mouth in a murmur, her eyes closed tightly, and there was a bit of death in her voice: "...Mother...Mother."

Gu Jihuan: "Presumptuous! What are you talking about?!"

The real and fake grievances floating in her eyes suddenly dissipated, her pupils were cold, her eyes were cold and sharp like blades, she suddenly turned sideways to look at the young Dao Xiu, her fingertips in her sleeves were clenched tightly, If Qi Qinghe hadn't grabbed her arm in time, Gu Jihuan would have pinched and crushed Su Nanxing's neck by now.

Su Nanxing was frightened by her ferocious eyes, and took a step back in shock, her fingertips unknowingly landed on the handle of the knife at her waist.

"Huaner!"

Qi Qinghe frowned sideways and looked at Gu Jihuan, and subconsciously reprimanded her, but his eyes suddenly met the girl's red eyes.

Gu Jihuan tightly pursed his lips, the undissipated hostility lingered on the brows, but a thick mist gradually filled his eyes, he stood there stiffly and stubbornly, looking at her with a broken expression Painful.

The woman's words that reached her throat were all blocked, and finally what came out of her lips was only a helpless and helpless sigh.

"Why are you crying again?"

Qi Qinghe raised his hand to caress Fu's forehead, stretched out his hand to embrace the girl who was staring at her silently and shed tears into his arms, stroked her white hair softly, and put a gentle touch on the corner of Gu Jihuan's forehead. A soft kiss: "Her aunt, Su Jingmo, was my best friend in the past. When Su Jingmo was pregnant with her, something happened, and he made a promise with me that this child would recognize me as his mother in the future."

"……really?"

The person in his arms was holding the corner of her clothes, looked up at her with tears in his eyes, and asked in a low voice, choked with sobs.

"Of course it's true."

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, the light in her pupils was ups and downs, which reflected a little tenderness, and with her light smile, it became more mellow and tender, so soft that it was almost fascinating.

Gu Jihuan stared at her blankly, then suddenly curled his lips and closed his eyes with a wry smile, lowered his head and buried her on her shoulder, wrapped his arms around Qi Qinghe's neck and stopped making a sound.

"Go ahead."

Qi Qinghe glanced sideways at Su Nanxing who was standing restlessly, and nodded slightly towards her: "Now that these years have passed, you don't have to take the jokes in the past seriously. You can just call me Aunt Qi in the future."

"Yes."

Su Nanxing was not stupid, she recognized the meaning in her eyes, and did not procrastinate, she immediately nodded in response, then turned and left without hesitation while pressing the handle of the knife lightly.

She didn't step forward to make any other movements, but the mother who said that she looked at death as if she was at home seemed to be completing a task that had to be done, and now she walked more simply and neatly, faintly breathing a sigh of relief.

The girl who buried her head on Qi Qinghe's shoulders moved imperceptibly, showing some cold eyes, and glanced at Su Nanxing's back indifferently.

"Can you wish?"

The woman's voice with an unknown smile rang in her ears.

Gu Jihuan's brows moved slightly, and he leaned against her arms like a soft bone and smiled lowly with his lips hooked.

"Satisfied, Huan'er is very satisfied."

The girl bent her eyes, raised her still foggy eyes, let the water drops from the ends of her eyes slide down her temples, and only cared about kissing Qi Qinghe's lips, and said softly, "Ah He is so kind."

It seems to be affectionate, but in fact it is the most heartless.

Ah He is so nice, I really want to lock Ah He up and hide him.

Gu Jihuan held the woman's fingertips, the corners of his lips slightly raised, but the color in his pupils was extremely cold and gloomy.

How great would it be if Ah He could be locked in a place where only she could see it?

Those other messy people will never appear in front of Qi Qinghe and disturb their lives.

In order to stabilize these increasing number of foreign monks, expanding the territory of Baiyulou in the snowy area or using the magic of folding space are all feasible strategies.

Qi Qinghe finally decided to use both.

There is no one in this ice and snow field, but there are many spirit beast species living in it.If you want to expand the territory of Baiyulou, you will inevitably confront these ethnic groups.However, the folding space technique consumes too much and is not suitable for a wide range of applications, so Qi Qinghe chose a compromise between the two to control things to a certain degree.

In the duel not long after, since she has decided how to drain the remaining value of people like Wei Lishu, she must handle the current and future affairs well so as not to threaten her plan.

The matter of cleaning up the ethnic group is also related to the supplement and expansion of the enchantment formation, so Qi Qinghe must do it in person, so after she comforted Gu Jihuan, she stepped into the snowy area not far from the enchantment of Baiyulou alone deep.

When she left, Gu Jihuan stood on the city wall and watched from a distance, pressing his fingertips against the wall, only hating himself for being so weak that he couldn't keep up.

Qi Qinghe's soul has recovered, but her real cultivation has just reached the boundary of the Tribulation Transcendence Period, and her original power cannot be used many times even when her divine power is imprisoned.

So, when she saw the person who shouldn't be here in the deepest part of the snowy area, her heart was strangely peaceful.

She would be even more surprised if this man didn't make some trouble for her.

The woman stood on the snow with her sleeves folded up, without any spiritual power, and when the cold wind blew past her, she couldn't stop raising her half-up white hair and dark green sleeves.The thin dress moved slightly, and the slender figure underneath became more apparent.

"...Ahe."

I don't know how long it took, but the person not far away who had been watching for a long time raised his eyebrows first and opened his mouth, calling softly.

Qi Qinghe raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his hand to take off his mask. The frost and snow on his face suddenly melted, and he tilted his head to look at her with a half-smile, but the words in his lips were soft and light, as if he was surprised after seeing her: "Ah Xuan... Sister, long time no see."

Before she was born in the prehistoric world, a true god in charge of ghosts and death had been born beside her origin.

He has a close relationship with Emperor Qing, once raised the young god who was born...and then left for no reason.

Yan Yinjun can also be regarded as doing what the gods can't do, completely leaving a deep mark on the heart of Qingdi, who can't see everything.

"Soul fusion?"

Qi Qinghe walked towards her with his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes for a while, then suddenly sneered: "It seems that the fusion is not yet complete."

That's right, Gu Jihuan is still in Baiyulou.

"Thank you, Ah He, for your concern."

The man in the black dress smiled softer after hearing the words, as if he couldn't understand the sarcasm in Qi Qinghe's words, he only hid the greed in his heart and stared at the person in front of him closely, the corners of his lips suddenly froze Suddenly, a lot of mixed emotions flashed in those phoenix eyes that were originally full of joy, and several different voices in his mind clamored loudly for the jealousy in his heart.

"... Ah He has been with Gu Jihuan all this time?"

She reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth, but Qi Qinghe could clearly see a flash of killing intent in her eyes.

It is unavoidable to be a little funny when such discordant expressions merge together, the woman fixedly looked at her, raised her hand to brush the loose strands of hair on her forehead, and pinned it behind her ears: "So what?"

Playfully, even with a bit of harsh provocation, she slowly bent her eyes at Qingxuan: "Sister is so annoying, but I really like the soul she created."

"Not only have I been with Huan'er all the time, but I've also done all the love things in the world. If sister wants to take Huan'er back at this time, I will feel a little bit sad."

Looking into her eyes, Qi Qinghe earnestly and sincerely begged Qingxuan: "Elder sister will be fine without her, why not give Huaner to me."

This is probably the first time in tens of thousands of years that Qi Qinghe asked this person she once called Sister.

Qing Xuan could no longer maintain those gentle expressions.

She is clearly unwilling, even afraid, to scare Qi Qinghe or leave a bad impression on someone she hasn't seen for a long time when they meet again, but when it really comes to this time, she can't control her heart Jealousy was about to go crazy, and the fingertips under the sleeves pinched into the palm of her hand unconsciously. Only the tingling could help her stay awake.

The last two points of the smile were powerless to fade away, and mixed expressions flickered in those pupils, Qingxuan looked at her silently, and suddenly shook her head helplessly: "Ahe, why bother to provoke me?"

She didn't know what to think of, her eyes softened, and she recalled softly: "Not long ago, Ah He said... I am Ah He's lover..."

"It's just a lie to lie to you about those ghosts, sister will not take it seriously?"

Qi Qinghe interrupted her impatiently, and unceremoniously tore off the covering cloth.

She has always been good at controlling her emotions, but she lost her composure in front of Yan Yinjun.

"...Ah He also flirted with me several times..."

Qi Qinghe closed his eyes and raised his forehead, as if he had heard a big joke: "Didn't you arrange the so-called system and tasks by yourself?"

"Lingling? Qingxuan, Qingxuan, at least I thought you weren't so stupid that you couldn't tell the story I made up to play with you?"

She suddenly stretched out her fingertips, gently caressed the lips of the person in front of her, stared closely at Qingxuan's eyes, and said softly word by word as if entangled on the tip of her tongue: "The mind and soul are split, the fusion is not uniform, When you get to this point, you have only yourself to blame.”

A cold and ruthless look spread in the woman's pupils, and gradually overflowed between her eyebrows.

Qi Qinghe pinched the man's jaw, forced Qingxuan to raise her head, and told her as if teaching a newborn child:

"Everything is your fault, and you are willing to be humble."

"So, don't blame me, understand?"

If Qingxuan hadn't given her that kiss that surpassed the affection in the past tens of thousands of years ago while she was in a deep sleep, then they could still maintain an intimate relationship and be together day and night, at least they wouldn't be as close as they were later. The point where old age and death have nothing to do with each other.

If after tens of thousands of years Qingxuan hadn't voluntarily broke into her chessboard and tried to disturb her planned ending, then Qi Qinghe wouldn't have had to weave one story after another to carry out the so-called strategies for her ghosts. Not only did it make Qi Qinghe fall into cumbersome feelings, but it also caused her to make this appearance herself.

It was Qingxuan herself who chose this step after step for that uncontrolled love, so how could she blame others?

Qi Qinghe suppressed all expressions, glanced at her indifferently and coldly, then walked sideways past Qingxuan.

Not bothering to say a word to her, this is Qi Qinghe's bored mood at the moment.

It's a pity that she failed to take a few steps as she wished, and her eyes suddenly went dark, her limbs suddenly lost strength, and her body suddenly fell into someone's arms.

Just before losing consciousness, Qi Qinghe finally recognized the sachet that Qingxuan was wearing on her waist.

This is clearly the soul condensing fragrance that can only be found in the upper realm!

At this time, a spice that was enough to calculate the gods was used on the head of Qi Qinghe, whose cultivation base could only overcome the calamity, which really made the woman feel... a curse.

Qi Qinghe grabbed Qingxuan's skirt with his last strength, gritted his teeth and moved his lips, but he couldn't say a word.

It's really worthy of a negative word in the title.

Old cunt! !

The author has something to say: I'm not in a good mood recently, so I haven't responded to comments much.Well, I will adjust it as soon as possible, and then resume every two days (scratching my head), after all, I have to save living expenses.

感谢在2021-10-1301:13:00~2021-10-1601:35:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~