Be a heartthrob in the Shura field

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In fact, it is not mentioned in the original book that Jing Kefeng is also interested in Xiejian.

Tan Yu was puzzled: "How did you find me?"

"Because you have my blood on you."

Jing Kefeng stared at his face, lifted the hair hanging from his ear, and glanced at the red bite mark.

"...that half-demon is you?"

Tan Yu suddenly felt complicated.

The male protagonist has the ability to change form, but he hardly used it in the early stage, but it became a means for him to sneak into Hongfu.

"At that time, I always wanted to see you, but they hid you very well," Jing Kefeng said slowly, "There is always a kind of desire urging me to find you... otherwise it will be too late."

He stretched out his hand to Tan Yu and said, "Let's go, master...or should I call you brother? I find that you are always more compassionate and gentle to the weak."

lust?

Tan Yu also subtly suspects that this person is also part of the character consciousness.

Possessive, crazy, paranoid...

Tan Yu is not interested in being taken away by him, which is equivalent to changing from Suo Shuyue's sword to another person's sword, but he is curious whether Jing Kefeng is also a remnant of the past character consciousness.

How can I get him to say more.

"What do you mean by desire?" He said to Jing Kefeng.

"A muffled sound."

"What did you say?"

"Are you curious about this?" Jing Kefeng showed a slightly thoughtful look on his face, and walked half a step closer to him. The distance between the two of them was almost close to each other. He lowered his head and said, "Go back with me first, you are alone It's dangerous here."

Jing Kefeng's tone was very gentle, even a bit seductive, it was clear that Tan Yu was interested in those voices.

Tan Yu became a little patient with him, and asked, "What are you going to take me back for?"

"Contract, worship, and get married." Jing Kefeng said, seeing that he was not cooperating, he slowly withdrew his hand and took a step closer to him, "You don't seem to be against Suo Shuyue yet? I remember that you have already formed a contract It's been a long time, and he's not dead yet."

"Get married?" Tan Yu frowned, "I'm a sword... what are you thinking?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to."

Jing Kefeng looked at him, not surprised by Tan Yu's attitude.

As soon as the words fell, there was a strong wind all around in an instant, the black mist spread like a plague, and the last ray of moonlight was completely covered, and Tan Yu's vision was plunged into a dark fog. He flashed to another place, made a trick, and the fire had just been polished In an instant, he was hugged from behind by a warm body.

Those slender and powerful hands wrapped around his waist, and his chin rested on his neck, in an extremely intimate gesture, Jing Kefeng whispered to him: "I seem to know what you like."

Tan Yu's sword cut through the darkness, and he could see the chaos of the surrounding scenes clearly in an instant, as if falling into a turbid vessel, the surrounding bamboo forest and the dark moonlight were blurred and pulled out of shape, instead it looked like some kind of formation And the role of instruments.Other forces mixed into the bamboo forest, and Tan Yu caught a glimpse of several people who had torn apart a corner of the formation and broke in like an open flame.

A string of spinning beads floated around Jing Kefeng's body, he picked up one of them, threw it under his feet, and the two suddenly flew into the air.Tan Yu's body lightened suddenly, floating up as if being blown away.

Jing Kefeng approached him in mid-air, and asked, "You should go back to Suo Shuyue."

"I don't want to bite him back." Tan Yu said to him, "I don't want to form a bond with you either."

Across a barrier, not far away, he saw Suo Shuyue in the bamboo forest, with a wrecked black mist under his feet, and the sword blade cut through those traces.

"If you had turned against him earlier, he wouldn't have had to watch you being taken away by others."

Jing Kefeng threw another bead, and the scene suddenly changed, and the two moved to a farther place.

Tan Yu glanced at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"There are many places to stay in the secret realm. If you arrange them well, they are very hidden and suitable for you." Jing Kefeng said slowly, "Would you like it?"

Tan Yu didn't answer, and his indifferent expression was already telling him the answer.

He always knew that this sword spirit had such a cold and inhuman temper, so he didn't get angry, but stepped forward and hugged Tan Yu in his arms.

Considering that Tan Yu is an evil sword, and he carried a magic weapon on his body, which was used to suppress evil things in ancient times, he opened the lid casually, and a lingering smoke drifted away.

Before Tan Yu's sword destroyed him, Jing Kefeng said to the other party to himself: "I finally found you... When was the last time we met? You were standing next to psychedelic lights, people in strange clothes, and drinks. "

When Tan Yu heard this, the hand holding the sword paused slightly.

This kind of scene obviously cannot come from this world, but from another consciousness.

His description was vague, and Tan Yu couldn't tell when this happened, so he asked, "And then."

The blade was only a few inches away from Jing Kefeng's neck, but he didn't care. He leaned closer and said, "Why do you want to know this kind of thing...have you seen me? That kind of place is like a secret place."

The sharp black soul sword had already drawn a bloodstain on the side of his neck, which slowly seeped down, like an upside-down crown.

Tan Yu frowned, and put away the sword.

At this time, the surrounding scene was still changing to a strange location, Jing Kefeng held his hand with eyes closed, and led him down. When he landed, he saw the surroundings as if they were mountains and forests, a place he had never seen before.

A house is hidden in darkness.

Tan Yu was led into the door by him, and the heavy, creaking wooden door was pushed open, and the inside was also pitch black.Jing Kefeng lowered his head and lit the kerosene lamp, and the surroundings slowly lit up.

In his field of vision, Tan Yu was standing by the table, pacing around, observing every place carefully, as if he was inspecting a cat in its territory.

Jing Kefeng was very patient with him, and after a while, he waited until Tan Yu walked around the front hall, staring thoughtfully at the paintings on the wall before calling him.

"It's time for you to rest." Jing Kefeng said.

"I want to talk to you."

Tan Yu's attention turned from the old hanging painting to him.

Jing Kefeng responded, and walked with him to the edge of the table, where there were a pair of black wooden chairs.Tan Yu sat there with his back straight, his elbows resting on the armrest, and his tiger's mouth resting on his slender jaw. Jing Kefeng looked down and saw that Tan Yu's complexion was a pale and smooth light color, from the forehead to the There was a sense of fragility and morbidity at the tip of the eyebrows.

He did not know where he inherited it, and his natural calm and indifferent temperament can also be detected from his blue ice-like eyes.Even now that he is being taken away by others and suppressed by magic weapons, he still looks very calm and even a little absent-minded while sitting in this prison chair.

"When did you see those scenes in your dream?"

he asks.

Jing Kefeng rubbed the marks on the armrest and said, "After seeing you."

"Any other details? I mean the dreams you had."

Tan Yu had a thoughtful look on his face.

Jing Kefeng looked at him carefully, from his eyebrows to his bare hands and neck, lowered his head and pinched his right hand, injected a little spiritual power, and answered the question: "When you were sealed, your meridians were damaged. The situation is very strange, you should be a sword spirit instead of a human being."

Tan Yu heard that he was indifferent to those dreams, but was more interested in the situation of the sword spirit.Not only that, Jing Kefeng ignored his question, walked into a bedroom, and showed him several white elixirs.

Tan Yu refused: "I don't want to use this."

"But I'm worried about you," Jing Kefeng's eyes were darker than his hair, with dark eyes, when staring at others, he always had the illusion of a beast, "I'm not hurting you." He added.

As if to prove that what he took was not poison, Jing Kefeng simply squeezed a medicine into his mouth and swallowed it.

Tan Yu stared at his rolling Adam's apple, and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

He knew that this person was going crazy now, even though he looked slow and calm, no one would take out the spirit of Wansi who suppressed evil things in order to snatch a sword spirit that rebelled against his master. The finale treasure that Jing Kefeng just took out at Moshi.

"It's what I just said...you don't believe it?"

As he spoke, Jing Kefeng poured out the second pill from the bottle, put it in his mouth, then gently squeezed Tan Yu's face and kissed it, using the tip of his tongue to put the elixir into the other's open lips, and with the other hand Then clasped his neck, forcing the elixir to be swallowed.

Tan Yu tasted the smell of blood on the tip of his tongue.

Not only Jing Kefeng, he also felt burning pain after swallowing the elixir, as if his stomach was bleeding. Jing Kefeng hugged him, stroked his back lightly a few times, and said: " It's going to hurt a little bit."

There was a wooden bed in the bedroom, Jing Kefeng hid the man in his arms under the curtain, and lay beside him, wrapping him in his arms.

Tan Yu was tormented by the medicine and was panting shortly on the couch. Jing Kefeng's hand stroked his face, trying to comfort him, but when he touched his lips, he was bitten.

"roll."

Tan Yu said coldly.

"You are not like a sword spirit, but more like a spiritual consciousness trapped in the sword." Jing Kefeng licked the blood on his finger, not paying attention, "I will go out after you sleep."

Tan Yu's consciousness was drowsy, Jing Kefeng approached him, whispered to him in front of him, and said something he had seen him in the secret realm before: "You are tied to Suo Shuyue's back, I saw it at a glance... ...Isn't it more convenient for you to become the prototype of a sword?"

As Jing Kefeng said, he lowered his head and kissed his wet blue eyes.

Talking about what happened afterwards, Yu didn't have much memory. When he woke up again, it was already the next morning, and what caught his eyes was the naked back of a young man.

The sunlight coming in from the window shone on Jing Kefeng. He was dressing with his back facing Tan Yu. His thin upper body was muscular. He quickly put on his coat slowly, turned his head towards the bed, and asked, "How are you doing?" Yet?"

Tan Yu sat up from the couch.

He was still unwell all over, and it hurt when he used his spiritual power when his meridians were repairing.

Seeing that he was sick, Jing Kefeng didn't ask any more questions, walked over and kissed him on the cheek, and said, "I'll go out first and come back later."

Tan Yu raised his eyelids and felt a headache, so he raised his forehead and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go outside to see what's going on. They're besieging a fortress recently, and there should be some monks in the secret realm inside." Jing Kefeng liked this kind of question that seemed to be concerned, and touched Tan Yu's cheek again. "I'll be right back, don't worry."

"I'm not worried about you."

Tan Yu pushed his hand away.

Jing Kefeng smiled, lowered his eyes and said, "See you later."

Seeing him pick up the sword and go out, Tan Yu also got out of bed and looked at the window. There was a mountain outside, and the surrounding was very quiet, only the sound of yellow birds chirping at the table.

The door of the room was locked, he channeled his spiritual power, and immediately circulated his limbs quickly, more abundantly and quickly than before, but it was followed by some bone-like pain.

Tan Yu held the yellow bird in his hands and slept on the bed to rest.

He slept very restlessly, and when he woke up for the second time, he saw another figure.

Jing Kefeng changed into a white robe and was sitting beside the bed with a sword in his hand, as if he just came back from outside.

"How's it going outside?"

Tan Yu sat up, pinched the yellow bird squatting next to the pillow in his hand and touched it.

Jing Kefeng replied: "It's okay."

Jing Kefeng seemed to be thinking about something, staring at his face without taking his eyes off, then suddenly stretched out his hand to caress his face, and asked: "Are you two Taoists?... Are you sick? Why did he leave you here? .”

Jing Kefeng's hand was cold, like a piece of ice when he stroked his face.

Tan Yu dodged, wondering: "It's you?"

... This is Jing Kefeng from the secret realm.

The other party responded softly, moved a little closer, and put the hand just now into Tan Yu's neckline.

He was wearing only an undershirt, which hung loosely and was left open at the neck.

Jing Kefeng held down his sword drawing movement with one hand, and slowly slid out with the other hand, as if reminiscing, and waited for a while before saying: "You are very hot."

Tan frowned sullenly and didn't talk to him.

Looking at his pale face, Jing Kefeng felt a vague sense of happiness in his heart. He lowered his head again, trying to comfort the sick monk and tell him about the situation outside. Suddenly the door opened, and a man walked in. Youth in black.

The two of them just looked at each other, and they could see each other's identities.Without him, there are exactly the same faces on both sides.

Jing Kefeng in black came back with a sword in his hand, his body smelled of blood. As soon as he entered the room, he first walked to the bed and glanced at the sword spirit on the bed.

Jing Kefeng in white also turned his gaze to the silent young man in the mattress. He had a cold expression on his face, and seemed to be on the verge of getting annoyed.

Jing Kefeng in black said to him: "The situation outside is not very good."

Tan Yu ignored the man in the white robe and asked, "What happened?"

"Suo Shuyue, Hong Zijin, and some others... come here soon, they are looking for you." Jing Kefeng thought about it, "Tan Yu, we have to change places."

When Jing Kefeng in white heard this, he stared at Tan Yu thoughtfully for a few seconds, and asked, "So this is the Taoist companion you snatched?"

The boy on the bed had messy clothes, long thick black hair hanging down his waist, his face didn't have much expression, he was extremely fragile because of his sickness, and he had blue eyes like glass.

Jing Kefeng brushed Tan Yu's broken hair behind his ears, and replied: "Almost."

"Is that the only difference between you and me?"

"should be."

Jing Kefeng, who was dressed in white, showed a slightly regretful expression on his face, stroked his cheek lightly, and said, "I want to meet you too."

Jing Kefeng in black watched from the side, with a normal tone: "It's already impossible."

The two Jing Kefeng were tacitly aware that even though they were both very interested in Tan Yu, there was no trace of the evil sword in all the secret realms. The evil sword is the only one, and it is impossible for each person to share one.

If you want it, you have to grab it.

At the same time, Tan Yu was stared at by the two, aware of some kind of danger.

Now there are two Jing Kefeng.

At this moment, they were all standing by the bed, exchanging information about the origin of Xie Jian, and their eyes all stopped on him.

No matter which world they are in, they are different bodies fabricated by the same soul, and all thinking reaction preferences... are the same.

Tan Yu realizes that these two people also have the same paranoid interest in him.

Jing Kefeng, who was dressed in white, moved a little closer, almost blocking him between the bed and the wall, and made the same movements as his other self, stroking his long black hair, and carefully watching his face.

Tan Yu noticed that another Jing Kefeng was also sitting by the bed, looking at him quietly with lowered eyes.

Two tall young men almost completely blocked his way.

"What do you want to do?"

He was impatient.

"Do nothing."

Jing Kefeng, who was dressed in white, took his hand, lowered his head and kissed it, rubbing the pale scar on the back of his hand with his fingertips.

As soon as he finished speaking, another Jing Kefeng also approached, kissed Tan Yu's cheek lightly, lowered his eyes and said: "This is the only level that the master can accept, it can't be too much."

His words seemed to remind himself.

They sat in front of Tan Yu, one on the left and the other on the right.

Tan Yu's reaction was very cold, saying: "You are very annoying."

In Jing Kefeng's eyes, Tan Yu is now as fragile as a piece of glass, unable to resist anything.

Those men would fight over Tan Yu over and over again, no matter it was day or night.

It reminded him of words like taking advantage of it.

His two bodies can also do many things to Tan Yu.