Master is different

As the two embraced each other, limbs.body.entangled.Wen Yang didn't push Xi Heng away. After hearing his words, his breathing froze for a moment.

Afraid that he...would get hurt.

This is something Wen Yang never thought about.

Xiheng will tell him this.

The sound of shallow breathing intertwined in his ears, Wen Yang raised his hand, attached the corner of Xi Heng's clothes with his fingertips, and squeezed lightly, "I won't get hurt."

Since becoming the demon king, he has not been injured again.

Wen Yang hadn't figured out how to tell Xi Heng about this point... Or, he never thought about revealing his identity as a demon.

He and Xi Heng are not the same kind of people.

Just like monks and demons.

Wen Yang's eyelids were half drooped, and he finally added, "Don't worry."

The voice was very low, hiding some complex emotions that Xi Heng hadn't noticed for a while, and he ignored it, "Okay."

Xi Heng laughed, "I will remember what you said."

When Wen Yang was let go, he unconsciously raised his hands and rubbed his ears, "Are you all right?"

Rubbing two fingers, Xi Heng knew what he was asking, and said, "It's gone."

He really didn't want to see Wen Yang get hurt.

One scene like that is enough.

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"Where did His Majesty take you just now?" When Yun Tong saw Wen Yang, His Majesty was no longer around the latter, and he dared to come over only when he saw him alone, and finally asked in a low voice.

Wen Yang paused, glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, "Want to know?"

Yuntong nodded subconsciously.

Wen Yang: "I won't tell you."

Yun Tong: "..."

"Little senior brother..." Yun Tong hesitated for a while, seeing Wen Yang's playful expression, he couldn't help muttering, "Little senior brother, you've learned badly."

If he still felt that his little senior brother had changed last time, then this time, Yuntong has a deep understanding.

Not only has his little brother changed, but he has also turned bad, but he doesn't know who he learned from.

Wen Yang glanced at him and changed the subject, "We're going to play later, are you ready?"

The number of lots drawn by Yuntong was the highest. After several rounds of competition, it will be his turn in two more rounds.

Hearing this, Yuntong shifted his attention a little, took a deep breath, "Okay."

This is not the first time he participated in the meeting, Yun Tong was not very nervous, and he returned to normal after he relaxed, but he cared about Wen Yang when he had time, "Is the little brother nervous?"

Mentioning this, Wen Yang couldn't help thinking that Xi Heng had also asked him when he came here just now...

His gaze moved down a little, and finally landed on his shoulders.

The hair that was loosened during the hug was unknowingly twirled again by two slender knuckles, inexplicably intimate, Xi Heng twirled this strand of hair while asking slowly, "Are you nervous?" ?”

His thoughts gradually returned, and the same words that Yuntong asked were replaced by his ears. Wen Yang slid his Adam's apple twice, and also simply replied, "No."

Yun Tong nodded, "That's good."

Then he talked about his state of mind when he was fighting for the first time, he was nervous and worried, whether he would make a mistake during the nervous competition... worried that he would embarrass the sect if he lost.

As Wen Yang listened, he suddenly recalled that after Xi Heng heard his answer——

Xi Heng looked down at him, and said softly, "I'm a little nervous."

Obviously he was the one who wanted to compete, but Xi Heng was not only worried about him.

Still nervous for him.

The bottom of my heart faintly seemed to be wrapped in warmth, a little hot, and throbbed when my chest vibrated, as if something wanted to break through the confinement, a certain idea was about to come out...

***

Until Wen Yang went on stage, Yun Tong was still nagging in his ear.

In the morning, he was fighting against a disciple of Qingyun Sect who was also in the late Yuanying period. Because Yuntong's realm had reached the Great Consummation, it was relatively easy to win, but Wen Yang was fighting against him who was at a slightly higher realm.

"Little brother, just do your best." Yuntong comforted in a low voice.

It's about to start, and Wen Yang's opponent is standing at the other end of the competition stage, a late Jindan cultivator.

In everyone's eyes, Wen Yang is only at the middle stage of Golden Core.

Before Wen Yang could speak, he suddenly interjected a sentence in his slanted stab, "However, in the late stage of Xiaoxiao Jindan, if you lose, don't stay here to embarrass yourself."

Qin Haoxuan seemed to have been waiting here early in the morning, and walked over from the other end. After hearing his tone, the disciples from various sects who were watching cast their eyes here.

Contrary to Wen Yang's gaze, Qin Haoxuan's tone was more sarcasm, and he continued: "You are not worthy to be my opponent."

Yuntong cursed secretly in his heart, and in the blink of an eye, he saw that Qin Yuan was really not there, otherwise he would not have let this mad dog from Six Swords out. Every time Qin Haoxuan opened his mouth, he wanted to rush over and tear the opponent's mouth to pieces. .

Yuntong turned his head to the side, "Leave him alone, little brother, you go on stage."

Qin Haoxuan scoffed, his eyes contemptuous.

Wen Yang narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Qin Haoxuan raised the corners of his mouth, "If you can't even beat a golden core in the late stage...you..."

Before he could say more sarcastic words, Wen Yang interrupted him with a chuckle.

Wen Yang pursed his lips, looked at Qin Haoxuan, and said calmly in front of the disciples from all sects watching under the Yubidou stage, "You really... don't know what to say."

Qin Haoxuan's face suddenly sank.

Then in the next second, Wen Yang continued, "I agree to your appointment."

"Little brother, no!"

Before Qin Haoxuan could react, it was Yuntong who was the first to speak out in shock. This was not the difference in the small realm between the middle stage of Golden Core and the late stage of Golden Core. big.

The gap between great realms is like a chasm, which cannot be crossed easily.

If it is said that Yun Tong, the disciple of Zhengqiong Immortal Sect who was in the later stage of Jindan, still had some expectations for Wen Yang to win the competition, then when Wen Yang wanted to fight Qin Haoxuan, Yun Tong first thought of refusing.

Not to mention the difference between the middle stage of Jindan and the early stage of Yuanying, but Qin Haoxuan's ferocious energy, Yun Tong absolutely did not believe that the opponent would simply want to compete.

·

Wen Yang's words not only exceeded Yuntong's expectations, even Qin Haoxuan was surprised that the other party would agree.

Qin Haoxuan looked suspiciously at Wen Yang, "Really?"

Wen Yang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Qin Haoxuan glanced at the crowd watching the battle before he gradually settled down.

In front of so many people, Wen Yang wouldn't go back on his word, unless they lost their reputation of going to Xuanxianzong.

Thinking of this, Qin Haoxuan raised the corners of his mouth, his originally handsome facial features were covered by a layer of gloom, he shook the sword in his hand, the pulsating veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible, and his voice was cold when he spoke, "Then a It's a deal."

Wen Yang nodded.

He didn't want to argue with this person, it would be self-defeating, but Qin Haoxuan's ability to kill is too strong, and he appeared in front of him time and time again...

Even though he concealed his identity and joined Shangxuan Xianzong now, Wen Yang is still the same Wen Yang.

The nature of being a Demon Lord is still there, and there is no room for sand in his eyes.

Similarly, Wen Yang was also concerned about his current status... After thinking for a moment, he thought, just save Qin Haoxuan's life later.

"Just wait," Qin Haoxuan didn't know Wen Yang's plan, cleared his throat and said, "I'll go ask for instructions."

Since Wen Yang should make the appointment, the previous lottery can be directly voided, but if he insists on the competition, the two can also have an appointment in the next round, but Qin Haoxuan can't wait.

Yun Tong was still anxious, Wen Yang only raised his jaw slightly.

Until Qin Haoxuan left, Yun Tong was in a hurry, "How can little senior brother agree to him! No... I have to tell my lord."

"Don't go."

Wen Yang called Yuntong to stop in a cold voice.

Yun Tong just ignored him, and went straight to the high platform, how can the middle stage of Jindan beat the early stage of Yuanying, and the little senior brother has just advanced and his cultivation has not yet stabilized, Yuntong can't just sit idly by.

Seeing that Wen Yang was about to step forward, Yuntong yelled loudly in the direction of the onlookers, "Yang Qi, what are you watching, hurry up and stop little senior brother."

After the words fell, a disciple walked out from the crowd, "Ah, oh, here we come!"

Soon, Yuntong ran away, heading straight for the high platforms where the sect masters and elders of the sects were.

But Wen Yang was stopped by Yang Qi.

Yang Qi stood in front of Wen Yang, wondering: "Little senior brother, let senior brother Yuntong go... That Qin Haoxuan's cultivation base is much higher than yours, why did you agree..."

The news of Qin Haoxuan's appointment to fight Wen Yang has long been spread, and it has been discussed among the disciples of Shang Xuan Xianzong, and they all feel angry at Qin Haoxuan's brazenness.

Wen Yang didn't say anything, he recognized Yang Qi as a disciple of Qing Jing Peak, and he usually likes to approach him like Yun Tong.

Thinking that Yun Tong was going to bring this matter up with Xi Heng, Wen Yang put his hand between his eyebrows, "Get out of the way."

Yang Qi frowned, his handsome face was full of bitterness, "Little Senior Brother..."

Wen Yang sighed softly, "I know it well."

·

After finally persuading Yang Qi to step aside, Wen Yang hadn't taken a few steps when he saw a tall figure walking towards him.

Wen Yang paused slightly.

As if aware of his gaze, Xi Heng also stopped and waved to him.

Wen Yang froze for a moment, and walked towards Xi Heng again in front of the eyes of many disciples on both sides of the square.

"Where?"

Xi Heng didn't answer right away, but took him to the unoccupied Juzhan Peak Hall again.

Wen Yang knew why he came to him, "Qin Haoxuan is not my opponent."

While talking, the two entered the main hall, and the door of the hall closed behind them, Xi Heng stopped and stared sideways at Wen Yang, with lowered eyes and slightly restrained breath, "I know."

Wen Yang was silent, his expression was a bit puzzled.

Immediately, he heard Xi Heng continue to say, "I'm just... afraid you'd forget."

Wen Yang's lips moved slightly, and he suddenly understood.

After a while, he added: "I won't get hurt either."

Xi Heng's expression softened slightly, and he looked at him softly.

Palpitations resurfaced in his heart again, Wen Yang looked back at Xi Heng, as if a voice was urging him, wanting to ask something...

Xiheng... why are you worried about him.

Wen Yang thought about it, and asked.

The hall fell into silence again, Xi Heng looked down at him, and the latter's eyes seemed to be filled with light, and at this moment he was alone, and after a long while, he moved his lips, "...why?"

Xi Heng also asked a question.

Wen Yang's eyes flickered slightly, his eyes showed inquiry following his words, he couldn't help but get closer, their eyes were almost touching, he stared at Xi Heng intently, and asked again, "Why? "

The voice continued, "Why worry about me."

Wen Yang blinked his eyes.

Obviously before, only Wan Qiu would tell him so softly and care about him...

But now, Wen Yang felt exactly the same care from the second person.

Xi Heng brought it to him.

·

Wen Yang's eyes are bright enough to attract those who look into such eyes deeply.

Xi Heng's eyes darkened gradually, and he looked at Wen Yang.

Why……

He also asked himself in his heart.

"I want to protect you..."

After a long silence, Xi Heng finally spoke.

Wen Yang's expression froze, he pursed his lips slightly, and leaned forward as if leaning back a little, as if trying to distance the two of them.

But before Wen Yang completely backed away, Xi Heng pulled him back first, raised his fingertips slightly, and rubbed the back of Wen Yang's neck, "So, are you satisfied?"

Xi Heng muttered, without waiting for Wen Yang's reply, while gently pinching his neck, his movements were gentle, while continuing to talk.

"It's not because of our identities."

Not because of the master-student relationship.

"It's just because of you," Xi Heng's voice was gentle and tender, all poured out at this moment, "Xi Heng wants to protect Wen Yang."

Wen Yang didn't know when, he was already buried in Xi Heng's arms, and his whole body fell into Xi Heng's arms, he said in a muffled voice, "What do you mean?"

The vibration from the chest cavity was only separated by a layer of clothing, and Xi Heng's voice and heartbeat were still transmitted without hindrance.

"From now on, I will take care of you."