Master is different

Wen Yang felt the touch of the opponent's fingertips pressing up on the back of the neck, his eyelashes blinked slightly, the distance between the two was extremely close, and Xi Heng's voice was clear to his ears.

Until the last sentence fell, there was a 'bang' sound in Wen Yang's ears, and the throbbing in his heart seemed to overflow, as if he was shouting and arousing his emotions, something started to slow down. Slow becomes uncontrollable...

Wen Yang paused, his eyes rested on the small mole on Xi Heng's eyelid, slightly fascinated, "What do you want to give?"

He asked in a low voice.

Xi Heng lowered his eyes, his hands paused slightly, his fingertips were still attached to the back of Wen Yang's neck, his voice was calm and dignified, and his serious tone seemed to promise, "I have it."

All.

As long as it is what he has, I want to give him everything.

Xi Heng's eyes were deep, he fixedly looked at Wen Yang, and subconsciously followed the latter's gaze.

Wen Yang's ears moved slightly, and he looked at him.

"Anything is fine?" Wen Yang narrowed his eyes and asked suddenly.

Xi Heng's throat rolled, and he murmured repeatedly and silently between his lips and teeth, and then slowly said: "Anything is fine."

Wen Yang lowered his eyes and leaned forward again.

Meeting his smiling gaze, Xi Heng was taken aback for a moment, his heart softened a long time ago, and he didn't react until his movements and the touch on his fingertips disappeared.

A faint warmth remained on the fingertips, and Wen Yang narrowed the distance between the two of them a little bit.

Xi Heng's breathing was stagnant.

Wen Yang raised his hand and moved closer to Xi Heng, "Then..."

The clean and white slender knuckles moved towards Xi Heng bit by bit, Wen Yang opened his lips and said in a low voice, "Close your eyes."

Xi Heng looked at him.

Wen Yang's eyes were slightly hooked, and there was a dark light flowing in the pale golden pupils, as if covered by a layer, hiding a faint demon nature.

The moment the words fell, Wen Yang didn't hesitate - fingertips touched Xi Heng's eyebrows and slid down.

Xi Heng closed his eyes, Wen Yang touched the little light ocher mole without hindrance.

"What are you doing?" Feeling the slightly cool touch of his fingertips, Xi Heng raised his eyes and stared at Wen Yang with deep eyes.

Wen Yang didn't know what he was thinking of, but Wen Yang smiled slightly, with some cunning in his eyes, his lips moved, and said, "Don't let me touch it?"

Xi Heng paused first, then laughed.

The familiar dialogue came out of Wen Yang's mouth, and while Xi Heng was amused, he stretched out his hand to protect Wen Yang's waist, put his arms around him, and raised the corners of his lips and replied in a low voice: "Let."

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Perhaps it was because of Xi Heng's approval, or because of his attitude that he would never refuse no matter what, Wen Yang completely indulged, and kept sweeping his fingertips over Xi Heng's lightly closed eyelids.

The warm breath sprayed on the cheeks, and Xi Heng's heart twitched for a while, as if a hot current gushed out of his heart and merged into his limbs, and his Adam's apple continued to slide up and down uncontrollably.

Until Wen Yang had had enough fun.

Xi Heng slowly opened his eyes to look at him.

Wen Yang glanced at him, and stepped back.

However, at this moment, Xi Heng opened his lips, "Wait."

Wen Yang: "Huh?"

Xi Heng's eyebrows were already gentle, and it was even worse when he was facing Wen Yang. Without waiting for him to ask, he took the initiative to embrace him, and put his arms around Wen Yang's waist, easily pulling him forward.

Wen Yang was carried into his arms.

"Let me hug you." Xi Heng put one hand on the back of Wen Yang's head, pressing down on his hair and stroking, while wrapping one hand around Wen Yang's waist, his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke.

Before Wen Yang opened his mouth, he continued to say in a low voice: "Don't move."

Wen Yang didn't move.

On the contrary, Xi Heng's embrace was very warm, and when he hugged her, there was a sense of comfort and nostalgia.

Wen Yang obeyed his heart, and put his hand on Xi Heng's shoulder, "I won't move."

Xi Heng's breathing tightened suddenly, and he couldn't help hugging him with a little more force.

Wen Yang felt him breathing next to his ear, and the devilish energy surging in his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful, without the slightest tendency to restlessness, and his emotions couldn't help but be joyful.

this feeling...

He loves it.

***

After winning the appointment with Qin Haoxuan, Wen Yang did not participate in the subsequent lottery, and Xi Heng also indulged him.

The rest of the brothers thought that in the follow-up competitions, they would see Wen Yang fighting against disciples from other sects, and wanted to see how far he could go.

Even in the early stages of dealing with Nascent Soul, it was difficult for everyone to imagine where his upper limit was, but unexpectedly——Wen Yang never played again.

The next day, Yuntong, who had won the competition again, met Mu Congxue who came to ask curiously, and said, "Little brother, it's no match."

Yuntong scratched his chin, although he really wanted to watch the little brother fight again, but since the little brother didn't want to compete again, he couldn't force it, but he was shocked that the little brother's cultivation was so powerful.

Mu Congxue nodded, feeling a little regretful, and after thinking about it, she said: "If there is a chance, I can discuss with A Yang in private!"

Hearing this, Yuntong agreed, "Yes."

So, so can he.

The two reached a consensus.

On the other hand, Wen Yang's absence from the arena also aroused the attention of others.

Li Zhi: "Where's your little apprentice, why don't you see him fighting?"

When he turned his eyes to Xi Heng, other suzerains also looked at him together.

Xi Heng tilted his head, "He will not participate in the follow-up competition."

Hearing this, Li Zhi was a little surprised, then thought about Xi Heng's cold face during the competition when he heard Yang before, and instantly understood: "Such a treasure?"

To hide people from participating in the competition, Li Zhi tsk tsk, did not expect Xi Heng to be so protective.

Xi Heng turned his eyes slightly, and paused for a second after hearing this, then followed his words with a moderate tone, "It's just such an apprentice, naturally a treasure."

During the speech, it was full of pampering.

Li Zhi was stunned, his peach eyes narrowed, and then he saw Xi Heng get up from his seat, "Where are you going?"

Xi Heng: "Go back and have dinner."

After the words fell, the figure disappeared, and Xi Heng left the high platform to watch the battle. The sect masters looked at each other, and Li Zhi's doubts became more serious.

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It's lunch time.

When Xi Heng came back, Wen Yang was already waiting in Luhua Hall.

The other party mentioned it in the morning, and he came back to accompany him after lunch, and Wen Yang came over by pinch.

When Xi Heng walked into the hall, Wen Yang was sitting in front of the desk where he usually handles affairs, fiddled with the jade slips on the table boredly, aware of his arrival, and immediately looked towards Xi Heng as if aware of him.

"Are you back?" Wen Yang pushed down the jade slips that were neatly arranged on the table just after he lifted them up, and the jade slips landed on the table with a crisp sound, which was endlessly heard.

Xi Heng looked at him with a smile, and came over to tidy up the scattered jade slips one by one. While tidying up, he asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

Wen Yang rested his chin on one hand, watched his movements, occasionally stretched out his hand to push the jade slips that Xi Heng had sorted out, and replied truthfully, "I just came."

Seeing the corners of the neatly stacked jade slips suddenly crooked, Xi Heng laughed softly, then reached out and grabbed Wen Yang's troublesome fingertips, stared at him with downcast eyes, and said with a smile, "Is it fun?"

Wen Yang raised his eyes to look at him, raised his lips, his eyes seemed to be bright, "It's okay."

Suddenly, it was like returning to the past.

At that time, Xi Heng could only stay in that small room to recover from his injuries, and when Wan Qiu went out to collect medicine, only Wen Yang was with him.

Perhaps because they got along for a few days, the two gradually became acquainted.

Xi Heng half leaned against the head of the bed, looking sideways at the child sitting withered in the room.

Wen Yang sensed his gaze following him.

"Will it be boring to stay with me at home?" Xi Heng was rescued for a few days, and Wen Yang was by his side every day, and he always started the conversation between the two, and this moment was no exception.

Wen Yang didn't speak.

Through the past few days of getting along with each other, Xi Heng knew Wen Yang's temper, and felt that the child's temper was too dull, so he got up from the couch, endured the pain in his body, and walked to sit down opposite Wen Yang.

"Yang'er." Xi Heng called him suddenly.

Wen Yang frowned, staring straight at him.

Xi Heng smiled, and said nicely, "Play a game with brother?"

Seeing that Wen Yang's eyes changed obviously when he said the word 'game', Xi Heng continued to lower his volume, and said in a more gentle tone, with a bit of pitifulness: "The room is too stuffy, I'm a little bored. "

Seeing Wen Yang, even though he frowned when he heard him calling him that way, he hesitated for a moment before agreeing, knowing a little bit about the habits of the monster race, and seeing that Wan Qiu is not a monster race, Xi Heng looked at Wen Yang like this, Suddenly feel a little distressed.

The two played a few simple games, which were clearly a small game that everyone knew among Xi Heng's former acquaintances, but it was the first time for Wen Yang to play, so Xi Heng took the trouble to accompany him.

It wasn't until the whole day, that he finally asked him with a smile, "Is it fun?"

Just like today.

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Sometimes Wen Yang will take the initiative to play with him, Xi Heng is happy to see such Wen Yang, and every time there will be a novel experience.

At this time, when Xi Heng heard Wen Yang saying that it was okay, he knew in his heart that he found it interesting, and he was not in a hurry to sort out those jade slips.

Seeing that he didn't continue, Wen Yang stretched out his fingertips again and pushed a corner of the jade slip until they were completely messed up.

Xi Heng smiled lightly.

After Wen Yang stopped moving, he started to sort out a pile of scattered jade slips.

After Xi Heng stacked the last jade slip neatly, he went to Wen Yang again, "Are you hungry?"

Wen Yang looked at him with a faint tired look on his face.

He is no longer the Wen Yang he was back then.

But Xi Heng... is still the same Xi Heng from back then.

Even though more than 1000 years have passed, the memory of that year is still clear, and every picture is clearly printed in Wen Yang's mind... lingering.

Wen Yang narrowed his eyes.

In the end is different.

Xi Heng has been watching Wen Yang, and has also noticed the changes in his expression, wanting to know what Wen Yang is thinking...worried about...

All of this was unknown to him, and it was what Xi Heng had always wanted to know.

However, he could only wait.

We can only wait, wait until one day, Wen Yang is willing to tell him what happened that year.

I still remember the last time, when he went to the border of the demon world again - there was no breath of living things there, and it had become an empty village.

At that time, the monsters in the Six Realms were in chaos, and Xi Heng didn't dare to think about it.

Right now, Xi Heng's eyes darkened, and there seemed to be a fishy-sweet breath in his breathing, which gradually became difficult, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped.

No need for Wen Yang to answer, Xi Heng lowered his body and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll carry you there."

After saying that, Xi Heng already leaned over, bent down and picked him up from the seat.

Putting his arms firmly under Wen Yang's thighs, he straddled Wen Yang's waist after putting his arm around Wen Yang's back waist, as if holding a child, Xi Heng led him to the table next to him. side walk.

The pace is steady, heavy and powerful.

Holding him was like hugging the most precious treasure to him.