My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi lay flat on his back, rubbing his aching back.

With the other hand, he hung the black porcelain bottle in front of his eyes, and looked carefully at it by the thin candlelight in the tent.This porcelain bottle looks familiar, it is the same style as those medicine bottles Qiu Song gave him.

He was also keenly aware that the magic spell contained in the porcelain bottle was not an ordinary pill.

Could it be that during his coma, Qiu Song stuffed him with a elixir with better analgesic effect?

As soon as he raised his thumb, he was about to pinch the cork to check, but the porcelain bottle in his hand was taken away unexpectedly by the person beside him.

He froze for a moment, then looked at Qing Yan who was indistinguishable in the darkness: "Bai Lan, is this your thing?"

Qing Yan responded in a low voice, her voice was indifferent, without any emotional ups and downs, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

"It's just a spare pill, it's useless now."

After finishing speaking, he slowly tightened his five fingers, and the black porcelain bottle, together with the elixir with no curative effect inside, instantly turned into powder in his hands.The traces of the technique spread lingeringly, and then gradually dissipated.

As if it never existed.

Qing Yan's actions in the blink of an eye were natural and decisive, and the black porcelain bottle disappeared in an instant.

Xia Qi let out a "huh", a bit strange, but he was not suspicious... He was about to divert his attention when his spiritual sense became more acute after ascending to the realm, and he suddenly caught the traces of broken spells.

Even if it is about to dissipate, a wisp is enough to identify.

Xia Qi hesitated for a moment, and his carelessness gradually disappeared.

The sensitive sense of smell then identified the medicinal materials of the elixir powder, combined with the residue of the spell, it is not difficult to guess the purpose of the black porcelain bottle.

He realized something, and the smile in his eyes slowly dissipated.Even though it was warm in the tent, the temperature in his body gradually cooled down, so he sat up silently.

The tent was beautiful and frozen, and the two of them were silent for a few breaths, each with their own thoughts.

Xu saw that he had been silent for a long time, and the atmosphere between the two had also changed. The person behind him guessed something, and his breathing was obviously lightened.

In the next breath, the other party leaned over and pulled him into his arms. The warm and intoxicating kiss fell on the side of his neck and rubbed gently.

"There are still three hours before dawn, does Ah Qi want to continue, or should we rest together?"

The voice close to the ear was soft and bewitching, just like a moment ago, but it could no longer cause the slightest ripple in Xia Qi's cold heart.

He suddenly clasped the hand attached to the heel of his leg, unable to pretend that nothing happened.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to look at his Taoist companion, trying to lower his voice and stabilize his words.

"Qing Bolan, every moment of being close to me tonight, you are thinking about how to use this bottle of medicine, aren't you?"

Xia Qi's five years as a monk passed too hastily, and he was immersed in swordsmanship. He didn't have the chance to learn too deeply about talisman formations. He only studied talisman formations related to exorcising monsters seriously.

He happened to be very familiar with the magic traces left by the black porcelain bottle, which was used to supersede and appease violent demon souls after the Xiaoshan line of defense wiped out large-scale evils.

It contains the effect of forgetting the past and eliminating memory.

He has used this spell too many times in the past five years, so he can know the purpose of the spell in the black porcelain bottle without taking a breath.

And after identifying the material of the elixir, it is clear that the elixir is used to trigger the effect of the magic spell - the magic spell is the core of this black porcelain bottle.

Knowing the intention hidden behind tonight's deep affection, disbelief and anger occupied Xia Qi's sea of ​​consciousness, stimulating him to think of related things...

At the beginning of the coma, he vaguely heard Qiu Song talking about Qing Yan's Yao Pill. It turned out that Qing Yan had asked the doctor Gu about the Yao Pill's solution to Yinyuan. He must have received a promising answer before asking Qiu Song to eliminate The art of memory...

Qing Yan had such a plan, to use the demon pill of the Wan Yao King to undo Yin Yuan, and then make him forget what his Taoist companion sacrificed to save him?

Xia Qi's raging rage was like fire, and he rushed up to the spiritual platform in a menacing manner. Before he could find a breakthrough, he was struck dizzy by the raging fire, and his tinnitus rang out sharply, as if he had fallen into an abyss of ice.

It was too late for Qing Yan to regret the way she handled the black porcelain vase.

At that time, he saw Xia Qi unconscious again due to the pain of Yin Yuan, and he felt even more panic and powerless than before.Asking for the pill from Qiu Song, he just wanted to have one more choice, even if it was not what he wanted.As long as there is a way to turn Xia Qi from danger to safety, he must prepare it early, and no mistakes can be tolerated.

But tonight, when he held Xia Qi in his arms and greedily demanded every inch of each other's warmth, he recalled this choice again, and he clearly understood that sacrificing himself, making Xia Qi forget about being a Taoist companion...was too selfish.

This method was based on his point of view in every aspect, without considering Xia Qi's wishes at all, let alone giving him any respect.

Now it's not the last moment, Xia Qi has never believed in fate, he has the courage and unyielding courage to survive in a desperate situation, so he shouldn't accept fate just like that.

This time, he chose to trust his Taoist companion.

The black porcelain bottle was full of thoughts, and forgot to put the mustard seeds back, and the two of them rolled out just after their clothes were half off.

He was determined to give up choosing without authorization, so he destroyed the elixir face to face.

...Xia Qi actually knew this technique, he didn't have time to think about it.

At this moment, the hand that was holding him tightly was cold and trembling slightly, the face of the person in his arms was pale, his eyes were filled with anger stained with water, and the whites of the eyes floated a circle of gloomy red.

He was obviously angry, but he could see that the other party was extremely sad.

Qing Yan's heart was clenched, silently staring at the person who distanced himself from him, feeling extremely helpless and regretful.This kind of emotion is too strange, the sea of ​​consciousness is in chaos, and there is no way to ease it for a while, so I can only explain it truthfully.

"I asked the Autumn Valley Master for this bottle of medicine. I wanted to have another choice. But thinking about the medicine tonight, I found that this choice was too selfish for Ah Qi. I regretted it."

Xia Qi's heart was filled with heavy anger, and it didn't ease at all. When he thought of Qing Yan having this thought, his heart became colder and colder, and his lowered voice was tinged with fear: "If I don't find out, you will Will it be destroyed, or will it still be kept in case of a rainy day..."

Then, at the "best time", my Taoist companion would make him use the pill unsuspectingly, and forcibly erase the memory that is more precious than anything else in his heart...

As soon as he thought of this possibility, even though it hadn't happened yet, he was already full of anger. He couldn't restrain his out-of-control emotions. He gripped Qing Yan's wrist, gritted his teeth and asked a little excitedly, "Qing Bolan, why... why? ..."

Seeing that the eye sockets of the person in front of him were red, and the knuckles of his hand were turning white, Qing Yan couldn't help but hugged the person on the verge of collapse into his arms, closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Even if Ah Qi didn't find out, I would I won't do that... I'm sorry, Aki."

Xia Qi couldn't listen to anything, how could this person be so ruthless, make decisions without authorization, and think that he can bear the fall of his Taoist companion again?

During the struggle, his words became more and more excited, and he was extremely angry: "I told you in the last life that I have to bear the choices I make... Could it be that Master Qing thinks that my heart and lungs are cold, and when I remember one day in the future, my way My husband sacrificed himself to save me, can I still live in peace?"

The person in his arms seemed to be venting, but Qing Yan suddenly realized that the shadow of him protecting Xia Qi and falling together in the previous life will never disappear in the other party's heart.

He is used to doing things comprehensively, even if there is a glimmer of hope, he will prepare all the solutions to ensure that Xia Qi will be safe and sound in the end.But even if it is only an option, once the idea is born, it will push the other party back into the shadows.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, and lowered his head to his flushed ears: "Aqi, I've never thought about it like this. This alternative method is because I didn't think it through carefully, so don't get angry, okay?"

Xia Qi was airtightly surrounded by warm breath, suffocating for no reason, he stopped struggling, feeling a little weak and tired: "Qing Bolan, no one is more thoughtful than you. Let me go."

There was a pause in the ears, and the confinement was slowly loosened.

Xia Qi opened the curtain, got out of bed, put on clothes one by one seemingly calmly, then turned to leave.

As soon as he took a step towards the stairs, he was immediately grabbed by the people who followed him. At first, he couldn't control the force on his wrist due to confusion, but in the next breath, he realized that it hurt him, so he quickly loosened it a little.

He didn't look back, only heard a hoarse and restrained voice from behind: "Aqi, it's my fault...don't leave like this."

He was angry about the alternative plan for the Qing banquet, and he felt distressed for no reason when he heard the other party's voice was low and helpless.He subconsciously made a move, and the people behind immediately gave way again and again: "...it's late at night outside, it's fine for me to leave, and Ah Qi stays here to rest."

Xia Qi took a deep breath, the emotions in his heart became more and more chaotic, and he subconsciously avoided saying anything to hurt the other party, so he could only try his best to keep his voice calm: "I'll go out and calm down, take a breath... let's talk again."

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and the hand that was clasping him was finally released silently.