My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

In Xia Qi's 25 years of life, the only means of transportation is Yujian, and he has never even ridden a horse, let alone other spirit beasts.

He had never imagined that there would be such a day when he would be able to sit firmly on the black dragon head of the Wan Yao King and be carried through the long corridors of the palace. The feeling of unreality in his heart lingered for a long time.

A lamp with a warm halo hangs five steps down the corridor leading to the bedroom. The golden halo finely sprinkles on the gorgeous reliefs spreading on the wall, adding a more lifelike luster, but it can't attract Xia Qi's attention at this time.

The excitement and shock in his heart did not fade away, his eyes were focused, and he caressed the majestic black dragon's hard horns, shiny black scales, and silver beard...

He couldn't help rambling, and praised repeatedly: "Bai Lan's horns and scales are as hard as armor... like black gemstones soaked in sea water... so beautiful... the beard is also shiny, ah, and the red rope It's exactly the same as the one..."

Heilong walked forward steadily, without opening his mouth or turning his head, touched him with his spiritual sense, and said with a smile in his familiar voice, "As long as Ah Qi likes it."

Xia Qi loves it so much, who wouldn't feel admiration for something powerful and beautiful... What's more, this is his own Taoist companion!

The excitement has been brewing in my heart for a long time, and because of this idea, it is slowly transformed into the touch of owning a treasured object.

He couldn't help lying down and rubbing the dragon's head, wanting to show his love: "I like it, even if it's not very furry!"

Qing Yan paused after hearing the words, and the words of the pony in the illusion appeared inexplicably in his mind...

The black dragon fell silent.

A while later, Xia Qi was carried through the corridor and arrived at the sleeping hall of the Wan Yao King.

He slid down from the radiant dragon, and was slightly taken aback by what he saw before he stepped into the spacious room at the end of the corridor.

Walking through the elegant and exquisite screen, the vision is in vain.

He paused for a moment before realizing that it was a bit wronged to call it a house—the entire dormitory was much larger than expected, spacious and tall, with an exquisite layout, without appearing empty.

Walking on the thick blanket, he was amazed in his heart, and couldn't help feeling the gap between the rich and the poor between himself and his Taoist companions after a long time.

And what attracted him the most was the shallow circular pool in the center of the main hall, which was one meter wide and two feet wide. He stood by the pool and poked his head out. He saw the clear water in the pool. traces of the law.

Qing Yan explained from the side: "Originally, there was a magic circle stacked in the pool, which was connected to the bottom of Shen Xinghai, so you can cross over and see the scene of the bottom of the sea."

Xia Qi leaned over, propping his knees to watch curiously.

In other words, the pond a hundred years ago was a deep blue that was connected to the bottom of the sea. Standing in front of the pond, you might be able to see aquatic spirit beasts dragging their tails and swimming past... and the black dragon can even jump into the bottom of the sea, freely travel.

How beautiful it would be if the lights in the house were turned off at night, and the moonlight and the blue waves reflected each other, reflecting the clear water patterns all over the room...

Xia Qifu concluded in his heart: "This is Bai Lan's bath."

It is reasonable to regard Shen Xinghai as a bathtub for washing tiredness... This kind of understanding is quite reasonable.

Heilong saw his Taoist companion expressing the truth with vigor, and a smile could not help but appear in his eyes: "The pool can also be turned into a hot spring, A Qi will try it himself in the future."

Xia Qi's eyes lit up, and he realized that the belongings of his Taoist companion were also his, so he couldn't help but continued to stroll around happily, looking like he was taking stock of his belongings.

Behind the shadowy screen in the back of the side hall, a large bed can be vaguely seen.

And the entire wall of the clinic was replaced with a floor-to-ceiling hollow door lattice, revealing the vast sea of ​​sinking stars in the distance.

It's just that now the sea is churning with endless black waves, and the depths of the side hall are also gloomy and gloomy.

Xia Qi took a rough look at the layout of the whole room. Even if many utensils were looted, there were traces of destruction in many places. The ground was messy, but the elegance of a hundred years ago can be seen.

He saw the black dragon silently and slowly pacing in the house, with a faint look of nostalgia in his quiet blue eyes.

Only then did he realize that the purpose of the high-open bedroom and loose layout was to allow the original Wan Yao King to be in it comfortably.

The black dragon stopped by the pool in the middle of the house, Xia Qi suddenly felt a wave of demonic power swaying from the black dragon's position, and the damage to the whole hall was rapidly recovering——

The looted utensils could not be replaced, but in a blink of an eye, the torn thick blankets and curtains were seamlessly stitched together, and the scattered pillars and walls were also intact.

The gravel and dust all disappeared, the golden beasts released wisps of smoke, and the light woody fragrance slowly filled every corner of the house.

He even intimately opened the magic circle to purify the magic energy and the enchantment to isolate the prying eyes.

It has returned to its appearance a hundred years ago.

Xia Qi looked at the house again, a little surprised, now that the surrounding scenery has recovered, he actually feels like he is in the residence of Xinghui Peak.

People's preferences for things seem to be imprinted in the soul.

With a quiet banquet, the residence of Xinghuifeng is elegant and clean, but it does not look cold. The blooming flowers in the daytime and the warm lights scattered in the night make the residence full of the atmosphere of life that is just right and does not overwhelm the guests.

Although this sleeping hall is more spacious, the layout preference is not the slightest deviation from it, and even the smell of the incense is [-]% similar.

Xia Qi walked to the door lattice strangely, and there were several magnolia trees growing outside the house, and now they were rejuvenated, blooming layers of joy, like branches of snow.

The snow-colored petals were brought into the house by the breeze, brushed past him, lightly scattered on the ground, and also fell on the bed behind him.

Under Qingyan's illusion, the originally dark sea surface was replaced by the endless blue of a hundred years ago. The pure white waves were churning, and the sound of the waves came indistinctly.

Xia Qi suddenly had the illusion of being in Lingying Mountain a hundred years ago.

It's no wonder that the Qing banquet chose this place for the bedroom...it's really beautiful and comfortable.

The black dragon also came to the window, looking at the blue Chen Xinghai outside the window.

Revisiting the old place, imagining the scenery of the past, in addition to nostalgia, I want Xia Qi to also see the scenery he loved a hundred years ago.

This is also the first time in hundreds of years that he has brought another living being into this room where he rests.

He noticed that the people around him had disappeared, so he couldn't help looking back, only to see his Taoist companion lying on his bed, rolling excitedly and curiously.

Xia Qi rolled on the big soft and spacious bed, thinking that there was still a difference between Lingying Mountain’s bedroom and Xinghui Peak’s residence——Qingyan’s bed was so hard that he was thinner five years ago. Pressed on the bed and kissed for a moment, it hurt his back.

Now the bed under him is spacious and soft, very comfortable. He lay down on the bed and rolled five or six times before approaching the opposite side of the bed. He couldn't help asking in surprise: "Bai Lan, why is your bed so big?" .”

Heilong looked at the person who put away the black cloak and was lying on his bed undefended, with a smile in his eyes.

"A hundred years ago, my original body and human form were split equally."

Xia Qi saw that the black dragon also stepped onto the bed and lay down around him, so he understood that the Wan Yao King would rest like this before.

He moved his body and found a comfortable position on the dragon to lean on next to the dragon's head: "It's far from the resting method I imagined, randomly finding a pillar..."

Black Dragon: "..."

Xia Qi suddenly thought of something, took out the pair of silver sachets with patterns of flowers and birds from the mustard seeds, opened his hands and gave them away, the silver sachets were hung up and hung on the curtains around the bed.

They always have to leave, and they don’t know when and when they come back. May this pair of tokens be a good sign for their early return.

He said softly: "Let them stay here until we come back again."

The black dragon responded by rubbing his cheek lightly.

Xia Qi thought for a while, then slowly pulled out a snow-white fur from the mustard seed.

Sui Sui seems to be playing in the snow, with a little snow foam still on his beard, looking around in confusion.

It suddenly saw the huge black dragon around it, and the fur all over its body froze instantly. It took a few steps back tremblingly, got into Xia Qi's skirt, and shrunk into a small ball.

Even though the black dragon had taken all the coercion, the original body of the Wan Yao King was almost a destructive mental shock to the little spirit beast that didn't even have a demon core.

However, Xue Ling Weasel suddenly noticed something again, maybe the breath of the black dragon was too familiar, it froze for a few breaths, and slowly crawled out again.

Xia Qi knew that Sui Sui had been keenly aware of the clues as early as entering Nanfeng and returning from the Qingyan demon force.After shivering for a short time, it regained its closeness and dependence on its master with more demonic power.

Qing Yan's original body, Sui Sui will have to face it sooner or later.

Sure enough, the weasel gradually stopped trembling. Its short claws tentatively touched the black scales, sniffed lightly, and the pubic hair all over its body slowly smoothed down again.

It was just extremely confused, its little claws stepped on the soft bed to make a few shallow pits, looked at Xia Qi and Hei Long again, and whispered suspiciously, as if it didn't understand how one of its masters had become so big ...

The black dragon's tail caressed the weasel lazily, Suisui's three tails swayed, stood up curiously and looked around, yelled at Xia Qi, jumped out of the bed with short legs, and went to explore and play .

Xia Qi breathed a sigh of relief. Although the three of them crossed races, they were still a beautiful and harmonious family. He couldn't help being a little happy.

He finally had the chance to lower his head and caress the shiny black dragon scales. He only felt that the black scales were more shiny than the satin under his body, so he couldn't put it down.

Xia Qi then remembered that in the illusion, Lingying Mountain was destroyed in black flames, the scales of the huge black dragon and blood rain fell one after another, dyeing everything in Lingying Mountain red...

This is what happened, even after a hundred years, Qing Yan is safe and sound by his side at this time, but he still has lingering fears in his heart and feels extremely distressed.

He couldn't help but slowly hugged the black dragon's neck, gently rubbed his cheeks dependently, and then stroked the dragon's body obsessively.

He didn't know where he touched it, and the azure eyes that had been staring at him felt a little uncomfortable, he was about to touch it back in doubt to try, but Longwei gently pressed the back of his hand, and then heard Qing Yan speak.

"...Even if the demon spirits of Lingying Mountain take human form, they still like to leave a part of their original bodies behind."

Xia Qi thought of the demon cultivators with ears, tails and fin ears in the Plaza of Illusions, and said with a smile: "The furry tails and ears are really beautiful."

The black dragon was silent for a while, then recalled Xiao Ma's words, finally couldn't hold back, and said in a deep voice: "A Qi is not satisfied with my original body?"

Xia Qi was stunned for a moment, thinking what happened, he blamed himself for being too obsessed with Furry, always showing it unintentionally.

He hurriedly hugged the dragon head of his Taoist companion and kissed the dragon's horns: "There is no such thing, my favorite is Bai Lan's original body."

After hugging and kissing the black dragon for a long time, he saw a smile in those blue eyes.

The sunlight quietly spread in, and through the lightly raised bed curtain, together with the magnolia petals, diffused the warmth of the whirling bed.

The faint sound of waves from the blue sea makes people relax physically and mentally for no reason, as if the time in this room is also passing slowly.

Behind the wind-filled gauze, Xia Qi leaned against the head of the black dragon as if he had no bones. He just felt that the time was so beautiful that it was unreal. Who would have thought that this place was actually a corner in a dangerous situation.

He once took Qing Yan to visit Xiaoshan, and now Qing Yan took him to visit the dormitory, and the two of them shared their life paths with each other, and he was very happy.

He and Qing Yan seldom have such a leisurely moment, and if he doesn't spend time with his loved one at this time, he will be too sorry for the comfort of the room.

Xia Qi changed into a comfortable position, raised his legs, and asked nonsense to the black dragon who was also showing a bit of laziness: "My king, did you have a queen before?"

It was about Qing Yu, Qing Yan immediately replied: "No."

He added softly, "It didn't exist before, but now it does."

Xia Qi couldn't help laughing, but his curiosity remained undiminished: "Why didn't you have it before? What about the next Wan Yao King?"

There was a hint of helplessness in the blue eyes, and he explained seriously: "...The Wan Yao King is not a blood relative, but is recognized by the mountain spirit."

Xia Qi satisfied his curiosity, but the questions became more straightforward: "Then you have lived alone for a hundred years, why don't you find a partner?"

The black dragon sighed imperceptibly: "Why do you have to find a partner? If I hadn't met you in this life, I still wouldn't have such thoughts."

Xia Qi just asked the question casually, but he didn't expect to get unexpected results.

He looked at those calm and helpless eyes for a few moments, blinked, and unexpectedly lowered his head and kissed the tip of the black dragon's nose, his eyes were bright with satisfaction and playfulness.

"award."

Black Dragon replied: "Not enough."

The dragon head moved closer, gently licking his jaw and the corners of his lips.

The dragon's tongue is wider and thicker, rougher, and its temperature and breath are hotter than that of a human, while the breath and body of the innate spirit are extremely clean.

The moist, soft and hot breath made Xia Qi's waist go limp, and his neck was tinged with red.

He didn't hide, just hugged the dragon's head, and continued his boring but curious question: "I haven't finished asking... Are there any characteristics of Bo Lan's previous life that have influenced this life?"

The black dragon thought for a while: "The demon spirit of Lingying Mountain is very good at craftsmanship. It cuts the moon and cuts the clouds. It likes to carve or make spiritual materials more delicate and elegant. In my spare time a hundred years ago, I often tried to cook new dishes."

Xia Qi smiled when he heard the words, and remembered the silver-white figure hidden in the morning light and steam when they first met.

The cold and solemn dust and fireworks can be blended perfectly in one person.It doesn't mess with the world, but it can also blend into the scenery of the world.

Before he could ask another question, the black dragon stared deeply at him, and said proactively: "The demon also has long-term paranoia and greed for the things he likes, especially for Taoist companions."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, his heart warmed for no reason, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"One last question..."

Those azure eyes showed no trace of impatience, but they were still focused and serious.

He felt sore, hugged the dragon's head, and asked softly with a smile: "Bai Lan, Shu Lang...can I kiss you?"

The black dragon's Chengjing eyes moved, and the dragon's head moved closer, then gently licked his lips.

The rough and warm soft touch passed over the lips, and the itchiness seemed to be in the heart.

Xia Qi couldn't help blushing, opened his mouth slightly, the tip of his tongue was touched by the scalding part, in one breath, the black dragon disappeared, he was kissed by soft lips, embraced by strong arms, and fell down on the bed together.

Xia Qi leaned his back against the soft bed, the warm sunshine fell on his body, and he shared the breath with the one he loved, he was very comfortable.

At this moment, he suddenly understands that falling in love is not a response of reciprocity, but that all closeness comes from instinct.No matter what the other party looks like, only when you hold each other tightly can you feel at ease.

When their lips were completely separated, the two of them looked at each other silently amidst the warm breath that hadn't dissipated, and they both understood tacitly that at this moment, time was quiet, everything was just right, and there was no need to restrain anything.

It's just right for what happens after the emotion.