Pavilion Master, you have been contracted by me!

The blood spat out all over Di Qi's body, staining his spotless white clothes red, but Di Qi still hugged him tightly.

Diqi's deep eyes fell on the person in his arms, his face was pale, his lips were stained red with blood, and matched with a red robe, there was a sense of glamorous beauty on top of his usual silly face.

The white-haired man stared blankly at the young man in Di Qi's arms.

This boy is exactly the same as Zi Qing when he was a child, but his apprentice has lost his chubby body, and now he has grown into the appearance of Mr. Pian Pian, with a tall and straight figure and a handsome face.

His Qinger...is dead...

However, in a daze, Di Qi raised his sword, and the sword energy struck. The white-haired man let out a muffled grunt, and was supported by the man in black, and disappeared in an instant.

Di Qi stared coldly at the direction where the man disappeared, but picked up the man in his arms and walked into the house.

Ziqing drifted for a certain distance in the direction of Master's departure, but couldn't move anymore, his spirit was restrained by that fool.

Master knew that he was dead, that old guy would definitely hide and cry secretly.

Ziqing's nose suddenly felt a little sore.Ziqing was born without father and mother, and the old guy raised him since he was a child, and he became a father and mother. He always looks fierce on weekdays, but he is the closest person to him.

Ziqing stared blankly at the direction of Master's departure for a long time, then sighed and turned around.

Ah Qing fainted in Diqi's arms, her hands were still tightly clutching Diqi's sleeves.

Master was injured because of this fool, Ziqing gave him two vicious glances.

Di Qi put Ah Qing on the bed, opened his hand and took out his sleeve, took a towel, and wiped off the blood on his face bit by bit.

Di Qi wiped seriously.

He took off the red robe again, and put on his own clothes.

Has the first elder of the immortal cultivation world ever done such a thing?

It's a pity that such gentleness cannot be felt by the sleeping fool.

Zi Qing looked at Di Qi still with a sinister gaze, she became a demon in one thought, which hurt herself, and now it caused her master to be injured.

Di Qi took out another elixir and fed it to Ah Qing, Ah Qing's complexion just got better.

Di Qi covered him with the quilt but did not leave immediately, but sat by the bed, his deep eyes fell on Ah Qing's face.

No one could guess what he was thinking.

On that day, Di Qi sat in the room until late at night.

Old wounds and new pains, Ah Qing's illness is very serious, his body is sometimes hot and sometimes cold, as if he is having a nightmare, but there is only one name in his mouth.

Emperor rises.

And Di Qi, who was sitting beside his bed, kept listening to him calling, but the ice on his face didn't melt at all.

No one can get into his eyes.

After about half a month, Ah Qing woke up.

When Ah Xing woke up, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant outside the window, and the breeze was blowing in through the half-open door. When he opened his eyes, he saw the handsome face that he had been thinking about day and night. non-stop.

Di Qi is not an idiot for pretending to be asleep after being open for so long.

"If you don't wake up again, this bowl of lotus seed soup will be ruined." Di Qi said to himself.

Ah Qing's eyeballs suddenly stopped moving, and his stomach growled twice.

Diqi stirred the soup, and the aroma became stronger.

Ah Qing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slowly opened his eyes, looking straight at the soup in Di Qi's hand.

Diqi put the soup on the bedside table.

Ah Qing squirmed and sat up, gobbled up the soup, and only after finishing the soup did he think that this soup was made by Di Qi?

Thinking like this, Ah Qing suddenly felt that he was floating happily.

He drank the soup that Di Qi made for him, and Ah Qing licked his lips reminiscently, regretting why he had to drink so quickly.

"Brocade loves this lotus seed soup the most." Di Qi said.

Ah Qing, who was happily floating in the sky a moment ago, fell to the ground in an instant, and the silly smile on his face disappeared.

A red and white golden pheasant flew in from the window, landed on Di Qi's palm, and gently pecked at his fingers.

It turned out that the soup was not stewed for him, but for the fat chicken.

Ah Qing was disappointed, and licked the bowl sullenly.

"You still need to recuperate from your injury for a while, take a good rest." After Di Qi finished speaking, he turned and left.

Ah Qing anxiously watched his back disappear.

Ah Qing couldn't get out of bed, every day the fat chicken would bring him some wild fruits and occasionally lotus seed soup, but he never saw Di Qi at all.

After lying down for a few days, Ah Qing suddenly couldn't lie down, and at the same time worried that he could walk around, so Diqi wanted to drive him out.

Ah Qing rolled around twice, then got up, walked to the window sill, and looked out.

Outside the courtyard, in the pavilion, there was a man with his back facing him, playing chess alone.

With long black hair and a slender back, Ah Qing looked at him obsessively, walked out uncontrollably, and walked to Di Qi's side.

Di Qi played chess seriously, without looking at Ah Qing.

Ah Qing rolled his eyes, then sat down beside Di Qi.

"What's your name?" Di Qi suddenly asked after dropping the last stone with his right hand.

It was only after a long time that Di Qi’s name was revealed to him by Ah Qing. This was the first time Di Qi asked him about it. Ah Qing was overjoyed and said with a silly smile, “Ah Qing.”

Ah Qing's eyes brightened, and she quietly moved closer to him.

Di Qi frowned, and backed away without a trace, he never liked people to get close to him.

The idiot rolled his eyes and saw that Di Qi was unable to retreat, so he bit his lip and sat down a little further. The relationship between the two of them can only be described as 'intimate'.

It's a pity that Ah Qing didn't have time to be happy, Di Qi stood up abruptly, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Ah Qing's eyes widened, with a dazed look on his face.

After a long time, Ah Qing just came back to his senses, poked the fat chicken beside him, and said quietly: "Take me to pick lotus."

The mountain where Emperor Qi lives is called "Lianzi Mountain" because there is a huge lotus pond halfway up the mountain.

It is unknown when the lotus in this pond was planted and by whom.

The summer breeze blows gently, and a light boat floats from the depths of the lotus pond. On the boat, there is a young man lying on his stomach, sticking up his buttocks, trying to reach out to pick the lotus seeds.

The young man stretched out his hand, just as he was about to reach the lotus pod, a sudden gust of wind blew the boat sideways, the young man could only retract his hand, holding the small boat tightly.

Ziqing sat on the bank and looked at the young man for a while, his appearance was so stupid that he couldn't bear to look any longer, so he sat upright and began to practice.

The mountain wind blows.

The time passed in this tranquility, when Ziqing opened her eyes and suddenly saw a person standing beside her.

The man had white hair, criss-crossed scars on his face, and a hideous and terrifying face, but his eyes looking at the young man on the light boat were extremely gentle.

Ziqing stared blankly at the people around her, the light in her eyes gradually faded.

Another gust of wind blew, and the white-haired man coughed softly.

"Master, it's windy, you are not well yet, find a place to rest." A man in black quietly appeared next to the white-haired man

The white-haired man's eyes still fell on the boy on the boat, with deep sadness in his eyes: "Qing'er..."

"If the master likes it, take him back to the Demon Realm first?"

The white-haired man's expression froze, and he said coldly, "He's not Xuanzun Ziqing!"

"Cultivation cannot be recovered in the world of cultivating immortals. Master might as well go back to the demon world to recuperate, and then come back to take revenge." The man in black persuaded.

The white-haired man seemed to have thought of something, and added a bit of ferocity to his terrifying face, and gritted his teeth: "Diqi!"

With a "bang", a layer of ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the water, and the young man on the light boat had long since disappeared.

The figure of the white-haired man flashed quickly, and there was an extra wet boy on the shore.

Ziqing came back to her senses, and her spirit fell on the fool. She opened her eyes and looked up, but the master had long since disappeared.

There was a rush of wind in my ears, and in an instant, there was another person in front of me.

Dressed in white clothes like snow, with an ice-cold face, the emperor looked at him condescendingly.

Zi Qing lay on the ground with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his originally harmless face became colder, and there was a romantic taste in his dark eyes.

Zi Qing looked at Di Qi coldly.

Di Qi crouched down and approached him slowly.

Those ice-covered eyes were getting closer and closer, and the tear mole under the brow was clearer than ever.

The smile on Ziqing's face grew bigger and bigger, and there was a breathtaking gleam in his eyes.

"Where is the evildoer?" Di Qi said coldly, his whole body exuded a chill.

Zi Qing blinked, the look in her eyes was absolutely different from the silly Ah Qing, and then smiled lightly: "I am Ah Qing!"

The author has something to say: starting from tomorrow, the update time will be changed to evening, and the manuscripts have no food → _ → start fruit rush.

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Diqi stood up abruptly, and in an instant, a long sword touched Ziqing's chest.

Ziqing squinted at the blue-glowing sword, it was this sword, piercing into his body, cutting skin and wounding bones, blood gushing out.

Ziqing laughed louder and louder, that round face was out of shape with laughter, adding a hideous look.

That voice was as cold as ice: "If you don't get out of him, if you stab through with this sword, you will be out of your wits."

Ziqing stopped laughing, and her face turned cold instantly: "It's just that the soul is gone."

Di Qi looked at him with a frown, his eyes were more sarcasm and less obsessive.

But before Ziqing laughed enough, a force forced him out of Ah Qing's body, and in an instant, Ziqing became a strand of soul floating in the air again.

Di Qi withdrew his sword, his originally cold eyes seemed to soften a bit.

The person lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his eyes, and saw Di Qi standing beside him.The little fool still couldn't regain his senses, he bit his finger and looked at Diqi stupidly.

For 20 years, the little fool's head was blank, maybe he didn't know what to think, maybe