My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi himself didn't expect that he couldn't stop crying...

He was hugged tightly by his powerful arms for a long time, and what fell on his ears and cheeks was the familiar and slightly heavy breathing. The worry and fear that had been pressing on his heart slowly dissipated, and his spirit slowly returned to his place.

However, once there was a opening for the tears to pour, they couldn't stop, they kept sliding down the cheeks silently, and seeped into the dark blue skirt along the chin, and they were already dizzy.

For more than 20 years, he has never been so unpromising in tears like this moment.

In fact, as early as when Qing Yan hugged him tightly, the sourness in his heart subsided.But he saw a rare look of helplessness and panic on the face of his Taoist companion, and his soft and low voice was extremely gentle, as if he could pick up the stars in the sky even if he wanted... There was a soreness in his chest again, and the previously suppressed The grievance hooked up again, and the warmth and moisture in the eyes became even more intense.

Seeing the non-stop tears of the person in his arms, Qing Yan was very distressed. He held his wet face, frowned tightly, stroked the red eye sockets with his thumb, and coaxed him in a low voice: "...Ah Qi's eyes are already a little It's red and swollen, does it hurt, don't cry, okay?"

Xia Qi's wet black eyelashes trembled, and he choked up slightly.

It's not that he doesn't want to stop...

He simply suspected that there was some strange spell hidden in his Taoist companion's arms, otherwise, how could he immediately reveal his softness and fragility in the dependable warmth once he nestled into the other's arms, and his emotions were completely out of control...

With tears in his eyes, he stared nervously at him at the Shangqing Banquet, and suddenly thought about it, although he couldn't stop, he couldn't delay the Qingyan banquet to settle the matter just now...

It is definitely not holding him to commit murder!

Thus, Qing Yan finally saw the person in his arms sobbing and opening his mouth, but the words that came out were filled with grievances, "Bai Lan asked me to leave just now..."

No matter how heavy the grief and anger that was pressing on Qing Yan's heart before, it has already been melted away by the tears of his beloved.At this moment, all his thoughts are devoted to searching for a way to make the person in his arms stop crying. Hearing this, he felt that the words that made Xia Qi leave earlier were really hurtful, and his apologetic voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Aqi..."

Xia Qi thought of other sad things again, and couldn't help sobbing softly, as if he had never been so wronged in his life: "I miss Bo Lan for many days, and I am always afraid that my Taoist partner will be in danger, so I came all the way to see you ...Bai Lan doesn't want to see me..."

Qing Yan looked at the hot tears falling on the palm of his hand, and his sea of ​​consciousness, which is used to precise operation, was blank. He could only subconsciously follow his instinct, without embellishing every sentence, but showing his sincerity: "...I want to see Ah Qi all the time. .”

Xia Qi felt better, rubbed his sore and swollen eyes lightly, and said in a muffled voice, "Bo Lan doesn't reply to my mustard seed..."

Qing Yan immediately grabbed the hand that was rubbing indiscriminately, being treated so rudely, the eye sockets must have hurt even more.

He couldn't help lowering his head and gently kissing the red eyes of the person in his arms, and felt that the skin under his lips was slightly hot, and his heart ached so much: "I'm sorry, Ah Qi, it's my fault, please don't cry for now."

Xia Qi lowered his eyebrows sadly, and with a slightly aggrieved nasal voice, he pushed forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qing Yan's thoughts were sluggish, and he couldn't count it in detail for a while, but it was the biggest mistake to make his Taoist companion sad, so he continued to coax people without principle: "...whatever A Qi says is wrong, that's where it is."

Seeing that the key points were reached in every word, Xia Qi slowly raised his eyes, the eyes that had not faded from the water were bright, but clearly contained a bit of seriousness, and the tears also stopped.

Qingyan's monster power and memories all returned, and his pupils turned back to a deep blue, and he was staring at him intently and worriedly, like a clear gem hidden in the deep sea.

His eyes were red, he stroked Qing Yan's face, his voice was a little hoarse after crying for a long time, and every word was filled with seriousness: "Bai Lan, no matter what choice you make or what you become... Never let me see you again. I'm outside of your world."

There were ripples in those blue eyes, and the stars gathered and scattered, staring at him for a long time.

A moment later, Qing Yan held his hand, buried her lips in his palm, lowered her eyes, and spoke slowly and firmly, as if swearing.

"No more, Aki."

Xia Qi had always been worried that Qing Yan would lose control when all the demonic power and memories came back, his Taoism would be damaged, and he would even be pushed astray.

After all, the demonized subjects and the demon cultivators of Nanfeng did not have any good expectations for the Wan Yao King, and the people behind the scenes also repeatedly contributed to the flames.

Now that the things lost by the Qingyan have been returned to their original owners, even with the blood and deep hatred of the clansmen on their shoulders, they are gradually calming down.

He believed that his Taoist companion would be able to deal with everything calmly after going through the most difficult period of physical and mental chaos.

It's just that Yunzhang's troubles have not subsided, and now that the Wan Yao King has returned to his throne, and his position is unclear, there are only a lot of things that Qingyan will face.

In order to prevent the other party from pushing him away "in order not to be implicated by the Taoist companion", he first asked for the other party's promise.

The suffocation in his chest gradually dissipated.

At this moment, Qing Yan's heart will definitely not be calm immediately.

Xia Qi obediently leaned back on Qing Yan's shoulder, quietly looked at each other with wet eyes, without making any noise.

Qing Yan embraced his Taoist companion, feeling soft in his heart, and the chaotic thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness were slowly subsiding.

Now that he has a complete memory of the two lives, he is still the head of Cang Li, but not just the head of Cang Li.

For him, having two identities is not uncomfortable, he is Shulang, Qingyan is also him, and the person who has walked through the two lives step by step is himself, and there is no exclusion in the slightest.

But when others look at him, it may be inevitable to have a sense of confusion.

Qing Yan couldn't help looking at his most important person, who was also the only one who cared about the other person's opinion, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you asking me who I am now?"

Xia Qi rubbed his eyes quietly, as if he felt that the question was too inexplicable, subconsciously scratched his slightly itchy palm with his fingertips, his eyes frankly said: "Who else can it be, naturally it is my Taoist companion."

The answer is simple and clear, even consistent.After the banquet, the complicated thoughts in his heart faded away, and when he heard Xia Qi's answer, he also felt that the question was a bit inexplicable, so he didn't say any more.

He held Xia Qi's hand, and felt that there were fine and dense scars on the palm, left by fingertips embedded in the flesh... He couldn't help frowning slightly.

He hadn't realized before that Xia Qi was afraid of things like the abyss.Are these scars just trying to overcome fear in order to walk smoothly on the rope?

Mo Mo held Xia Qi's hand, and he used healing techniques to carefully heal the small wounds.

A moment ago, he was immersed in his turbulent emotions, but now thinking of it, he realized how frightened the situation was.

If Xia Qi stumbled and fell into the abyss, he would follow without hesitation even if there was a sacrificial scripture hidden under the abyss—the sacrificial scripture in the mirror greatly disturbed his mind, but it was far less than Xia Qi's safety.

The clasped hands of the two were covered with a lustrous halo, Xia Qi's palms were slightly hot, and his eyes fell on Qing Yan's face, noticing that his Taoist companion was slightly absent-minded.

When Qing Yan asked that sentence just now, Xia Qi knew that the other party was still in a daze, and fell into some new troubled thinking.

After all, Lingying Mountain is full of demon energy and there are many monsters lurking in it. As the Wan Yao King who has just returned to the throne, he must hear the voices of the monsters... The subjects lost their minds after being demonized. Not pleasant words.

Xia Qi sat up straight on Qing Yan's lap, took out his hand with all the scars gone, and held Qing Yan's cheek.

He stared at those quiet blue eyes, couldn't help but smile on his lips, and called softly: "Bai Lan, Shu Lang..."

The blue eyes trembled slightly, and Qing Yan felt that the slight itch on the face also landed on the heart, and then slowly penetrated into the depths.

The name "Shu Lang" was seldom used by anyone a hundred years ago, except for the enemies calling it a battle.

A hundred years later, it is just a taboo attached to the name of the Wan Yao King by later generations, and a few strokes engraved on the Nanfeng woodcarving.

For hundreds of years, it has carried the attitudes and emotions of the world towards the Wan Yao King, and the emotions and desires contained in it are chaotic and complicated. Every time I look back, I feel heavy and boring for no reason.

But he never thought that there would be this moment when this name is called tenderly by the person he loves, the words are tender and cherished, it seems to be the most beautiful word in the other party's heart - just like he is the person he loves the most in the other party's heart, I am happy to mention it.

A familiar warmth and coolness suddenly filled his heart, as if hundreds of years ago, the deep sea was still his hometown, and he was wandering alone in the boundless blue moonlight-soaked—that is the security of belonging without a trace of fatigue, pure softness, comfort and lightness Lightly wraps the soul.

Seeing Qing Yan's voice hoarsely responding, Xia Qi narrowed her eyes almost imperceptibly, and there were some joyful ripples in her blue eyes.

He couldn't help but smile deeper, and his Taoist companion is too easy to understand.

The corners of his eyes and brows were filled with joy, and he continued to stare at Qingyan and murmured softly: "It's such a good thing that the Taoist couple can turn into a majestic monster, but I have met..."

Before the words fell, Qingyan seemed to be infected by his happiness, and seemed to find this sentence interesting, and finally his brows relaxed, a smile floated on the corners of his lips, and his sharp and cold face instantly became gentle.

The two smiled and looked at each other for a while, his Taoist companion stopped giving him a chance to ramble, supported the back of his head, and put his head up to his lips.

No matter how many times he has kissed with Qing Yan, every soft touch and breath of each other's breath made him nervous and palpitating.

The touch at this moment is as light as a feather, and the other party seems to be treating a precious and fragile object. His lips are pressed and gently rubbed, and the warm breath caresses the corners of the lips carefully, but he leaves before it penetrates.

Having tasted so little again, Xia Qi blushed, lightly pressed his Taoist companion's lower lip dissatisfied, and said aggrievedly: "...is it just like this?"

After a Qingyan meal, he understood that the person in his arms was accusing him of scratching his itch recently.

When he was in the shelter, the thing that hurt Xia Qi five years ago always made him worry, and every time he made love, he always had the restraint of touching the fragile things that were cherished.

He has no desire for anything, but towards Xia Qi, he always harbors the greed that the more he seeks, the less he can get enough. He is afraid that the love and desire will be unbearable, and his unstable demon power will get out of control, and hurt his Taoist companion again.

At this moment, Xia Qi's warm breath is like the warm and comfortable sea water hugging him tightly, isolating all anxiety and complicated thoughts from him.

It seems that there is only each other left in the world.

Seeing that Qing Yan paused slightly after hearing the words, Xia Qi picked him up and asked him to change his active posture of riding on the opponent's lap and looking down.His legs were bent, and he was placed on Qing Yan's lap again. His figure became shorter for no reason, and he was still nestled into a warm embrace.

He raised his head slightly in surprise, and Qingyan's kiss fell down with the familiar woody fragrance.

He was held tightly in his arms, first his lips were itchy from repeated sucking, and then he was forced to open his mouth by pinching his jaw lightly, the warmth and softness he had been thinking about for a long time invaded, he tasted it carefully, he was unwilling to leave for a long time.

This kiss was extremely gentle and lingering, without any force or intensity, as if the two were comforting each other.

He enjoyed the breath between the other's lips and teeth, and when his lips and tongue were separated a little, he couldn't help blushing and softly calling his Taoist companion, sometimes "Bai Lan" and sometimes "Shu Lang", and it was natural to respond to him It's a deeper kiss.

Xia Qi was caught in the deep eyes staring at him, wandering in the gentle and possessive azure, as if it could make people gradually drown in the deep sea, but did not want to break free.

He thought in the damp breath, just now he just wanted to make his Taoist couple more intimate, but it turned out to be so greasy and crooked, it seems that no matter how much you ask for Qingyan, it's not enough...

As if punishing him for being distracted, the keen Taoist companion lightly bit his earlobe and rubbed it.He flinched sensitively and could only softly beg for mercy.

After a while, Qing Yan finally let him go.

Both of them noticed that the devilish energy that had not appeared before was slowly gathering towards the main hall.