My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi began to think back, when did it start?

In the eyes of outsiders, Qing Yan is an absolutely powerful existence. He is always calm and calm, with an inviolable appearance, completely covering up all emotional clues.

As Qing Yan's closest person, Xia Qi knew very well that after Qing Yan passed through the soul-refining magic circle, after the soul was pulled, the meditation was often disturbed by nightmare-like scenes.

As for what was in that nightmare, how far Qing Yan guessed about it... The other party didn't mention it, so he silently accompanied him.

In the evening, when the Qing banquet was settled, he repeatedly found reasons to squeeze into the other party's bed and rest next to his Taoist companion.If Qing Yan woke up from the nightmare, perhaps seeing himself would be able to comfort him a little.

But this time at the Spirit Gathering, the demon cultivator was stripped of his demon core on the spot, his cultivation level was scattered, and his clothes were stained with blood... Is it as cruel as the nightmare scene of Qingyan?

Qingyan is always calm and easy-going, but he is not completely calm about everything.

The two stared at each other for a long time in the dark alley, and their bodies were filled with the fuzzy noise and the smell of damp blood in the distance.

Xia Qi didn't make a sound, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped off the blood on Qing Yan's side face.

Qing Yan's cheeks were touched by warm fingertips, and the sharpness in his eyes gradually melted away. He held Xia Qi's hand and said in a low voice: "... Did it scare you?"

Xia Qi was a little amused, how could a demon hunter who had lived in the mountains of corpses and seas of fire all year round be frightened by a dead man, even if the corpse was fresher.

Seeing Qing Yan looking at him closely, his eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly realized that he was referring to the other party's abnormal reaction.

Perhaps in Qing Yan's view, it is only natural to keep calm and positive emotions in front of the person he likes.

Xia Qi sighed inwardly, didn't answer, threw away the handkerchief, took Qing Yan by his hand, and led him away from here.

He didn't go in the direction of the main street, but walked around a few dark alleys in the middle of the night.Qing Yan also didn't make a sound, and let him hold her hand, and the warm palms of the two touched each other.

After walking for a while, Xia Qi found a place by the wall where the air smelled normal and there was a faint and gentle sound of silk and bamboo.

On the opposite side of the attic, a light and thin glaze halo glowed, and fell on the wall downstairs, turning into a mottled honey color that was softer than the cold moonlight.

The two stopped in the faint light, Xia Qi let go of Qing Yan's hand.

Qing Yan knew that Xia Qi had something to talk about, but the warmth of his palms suddenly disappeared, making him feel at a loss, subconsciously wanting to take back his Taoist companion's hand.

He just raised his eyes, and saw Xia Qi approaching, wrapped his arms around his neck, stepped on his feet a little, and kissed his lips with warm breath involuntarily.

Qing Yan's breath suddenly suffocated.

Xia Qi didn't want to ask why Qing Yan lost control of his emotions.The other party's thinking is mature, and all problems can be analyzed in detail, and he doesn't need his help to sort out.Bringing it up again only made the other party fall into emotion again.

He was worried and distressed, and at this moment he just wanted to hug his Taoist companion tightly and get closer to him.

And as soon as he pressed Qing Yan's lips, he saw the hard frost in the other party's eyes melt away instantly, which made his heart soften.

This initiative lasted only a few breaths, and the person who was kissed by force caught off guard reacted, and he was tightly embraced into a warm embrace, and his back was pressed against the hard wall.

His hair was untied, and the black hair was hanging loose, and the fingers inserted into the hair were firmly dragging the back of his head, making him look up to accept the encroachment and demands of the anti-client.

The darkness magnifies all perceptions, and the entangled soft and intertwined breaths are extremely clear, breathing each other's breath every moment.

It also let the repressed feelings be released slowly, and all the gradual intimacy is presumptuous and greedy, wanting to rub the other party into a deeper embrace.

Xia Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly. Compared with the gentle and demanding kiss before, the Qingyan in the darkness is warm and straightforward, with an irresistible sense of possession.

The powerful and hot arm seemed to be imprisoned, repeatedly confirming that every inch of him belonged to the other party.

No one is allowed to covet, even a look is defiled.

Qing Yan's greedy torture almost ravaged him, and his limbs became weak due to the entanglement of his breath, but he was trapped between the wall and his arms, he didn't want to break free, he was willing to sink.

Surrounded by hot breath, he responded to the fire he lit.

After a while, the fierce kiss became gentle, and they parted reluctantly, Xia Qi finally had a moment to breathe.

Qing Yan's lips left, but they still hugged him tightly, and his eyes were close at hand, the temperature in the eyes did not cool down for a long time.

The temperature in Xia Qi's eyes was still hot, and his heart was beating a little fast, knowing that something would happen if he kept looking at each other.

The two had just smashed the Spiritual Appreciation Association, and any disciples needed to reply to the arrangement at any time, and he intended to appease the Qingyan... After this, they both ignited, and it was out of control.

He happened to have weak hands and feet, so he leaned into the opponent's arms.

Qing Yan also knew that it was not appropriate to continue, her Adam's apple moved restrainedly, and slowly hugged the person in her arms tightly.

Xia Qi leaned on Qing Yan's shoulder, sniffing the warm woody fragrance, and wrapped his fingers around the other's hair: "Is Bai Lan feeling better?"

As soon as the words fell, his blue hair was slowly stroked by Qing Yan, and the other party's eyes were already calm and gentle: "With Ah Qi here, how can it be bad?"

Xia Qi hugged the other person's waist, and shyly rubbed his voice softly, like a cloud lingering on his fingertips: "Then if Bai Lan's mood is unstable in the future, we can be like this...cough, when...Of course, I'd be happy too."

There was a slight smile in Qing Yan's eyes, Xia Qi still noticed the slight abnormalities in the past few days.

The fragmentary scenes that kept appearing in the sea of ​​consciousness, sometimes they were bloody and cruel, and sometimes they were vague and distant nostalgia, made him finally realize that the memory imprinted in his soul had slowly returned since he traced his past in the inner magic mirror.

He slowly stroked the blue hair of the person in his arms, once and again, as if to calm the inner confusion at the same time, and slightly closed his eyes.

After a few breaths, he decided to tell the people closest to him, the guesses that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, with an obscure voice: "Aqi, my origin may not be so simple... I have a demon soul, or I am a demon cultivator." .”

Even if it is reincarnation, it is unlikely to be reincarnated into the same race as the previous life, not to mention memory, which is not brought with life and not taken away with death.

The saying that memories are engraved in the soul and reincarnated together is nonsense.

Then the only possibility is that he himself is a demon cultivator, although he has not shown any signs for a hundred years, and Yiheng has not mentioned his origin.

Xia Qi raised his head and looked at him quietly, his eyes were clear and peaceful, without any surprise or strangeness.As if what he said was the most ordinary thing.

Qing Yan's pupils shrank slightly: "...Did you guess it?"

That's right, all the signs are too obvious. He was reluctant to push all the signs to conclusions before, and his Taoist companion has always been smart and keen, and he is closest to him, so how could he not guess.

The other party was just waiting for him to speak first.

His Dao heart is firm and firm, and even if he encounters something that subverts his cognition, he will not be confused for too long.

In recent days, his guesses have been continuously verified, and he realized that those nightmares are not dreams, but memories of personal experiences.But seeing the cruel scene in Jianling meeting consistent with the memory, it is inevitable that the mood will be unstable.

He knew in his heart that what happened in one lifetime was for the rest of his life.Even though he was a resident of Lingying Mountain a hundred years ago, he is now the head of Cang Li who has been approved by the head seal, and Xia Qi's Taoist companion. Those scenes only increased his memory and would not change him in anything.

It's just that the man Xia Qi fell in love with in the past was Guangfeng Jiyue's disciple of Cangcheng.

Xia Qi has no racial prejudices, and has many fellow demon cultivators who are close to each other, but the relationship between Taoist couples is always different.

He is very concerned about Xia Qi's thoughts, almost his weakness, even if the other party has the slightest reluctance, it will be too much for him.

So Qing Yan looked closely at the person in his arms, trying to see any emotion clearly from those clear eyes.

But he saw Xia Qi tilting his head and thinking for a while, he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes clearly had an ambiguous and shy smile, and he moved to his ear again, his voice was slightly itchy, and his lips rubbed against the pinna from time to time: " Dao Companion is a demon cultivator who is too strong... When Bai Lan can transform into his original body, can he kiss me like this, or do something else..."

Qing Yan took a light breath, and met those eyes that were close at hand...the expression in them was bold and blatant, but it was hard to hide yearning.

The other party directly skipped "don't care", and was already expressing his expectations for the future.

He wanted to laugh inexplicably, his heart was sore, and he suddenly realized that his recent worries were mediocrity.

This person in front of him...loves him everywhere, and everything that constitutes him is accepted and loved by the other party.

Xia Qi reflected on himself, he probably read too many scripts.

When Qing Yan frankly conjectured and was worried about his reaction, he was hopeless... his mind was immediately filled with certain exciting and shameful plots.

Still silently bringing him and Qing Yan's generation in my heart... It's strange to look forward to it.

It was probably because of the Qingyan itself that he liked it so much.

Maybe it was because his eyes were too naked when he thought of some trash, Qing Yan stared at him silently for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed him.

Suddenly satisfied, he blushed and responded seriously with a certain guilt and expectation.

After getting close for a while, Xia Qi suddenly heard some kind of sticky murmur coming from the room next to the window in the attic...

He was taken aback for a moment before he realized that he had picked a corner of Fengyuedi.

What he did with Qing Yan in the dark was already very emotional, and that extremely explicit voice made his cheeks even hotter...

Contrary to the previous intensity, Qing Yan seemed to be tasting him patiently.

The soft and meticulous kiss was pulled away from between the lips and teeth, and then gently sucked the tip of the ear, gently sucking the delicate skin behind the ear, and the teeth and lips and tongue repeatedly rubbed the side of the neck...every touch made him tremble.

The subtle pain and continuous itching stretched all over his limbs, he felt ashamed and comfortable, his jaw loosened, and a soft hum leaked from his lips.

The breathing that landed on the Adam's apple became a little heavier.

In the next breath, the voice in the attic was suddenly high, crying like pain and joy, and after a few breaths, it suddenly stopped, perhaps the person who made the sound had never thought that it would end so soon...

Only the subtle silence lingers in the alley.

The two visibly had a meal.

Xia Qi couldn't hold it back, he burst out laughing, and poured it into Qing Yan's arms, shrugging sullenly.

The charm between the two suddenly dissipated a lot.

Qingyan: "..."

Seeing that it couldn't continue, Qing Yan took a moment to slow down, took out the light yellow headband in his arms, tied the blue hair for the person in his arms who was staggering from laughter, and wiped the corners of the other's lips lightly: "Did a lot of glazed candy tonight? "

Xia Qi's eyebrows were crooked with a smile, he pulled the mustard seeds, took out a crystal clear sugar ball, and put it in his mouth.

"It's too boring for Jianling to beat people. No one can survive a few tricks. Eat some candy to add to the fun."

He paused, looked at Qingyan with a smile on purpose, his smiling voice was sweetened and softened by the sugar on the tip of his tongue, "How does Bai Lan feel about the taste?"

Qing Yan tasted the glazed candy made by herself, but because she had lost her appetite long ago, she thought the taste was ordinary.He used to be curious about what glass candy would taste like on the tip of Xia Qi's tongue, so he tasted it, and it was like the sweet and fruity scent that was still on his tongue at this moment, it was indeed different from the past.

He knows the taste by taste, and seriously evaluates: "I like it, and I will try other flavors next time."

Xia Qi laughed silently, feeling that the candy rolling on the tip of his tongue tasted even better.

After a feast, he opened the cloud mirror directly after receiving a summons from Mingwei.

According to Mingwei's report, Cangcheng's disciples made new discoveries when they explored the black market, and hoped that Qingyan would go to investigate and make a decision in person.

As expected, sect affairs came, Xia Qi was not easy to get involved, so he gently pushed Qing Yan: "Bai Lan, go and do your work, I'll go shopping in the street and find something to eat."

Qing Yan hesitated a little.

Xia Qi knew that his Taoist companion was worried about him wandering alone, so he couldn't help laughing: "Are you worried about the people who came to attack me?"

Qing Yan smiled: "If you have something to do, call me with mustard seeds."

Xia Qi watched his Taoist companion leave, straightened his messy clothes, rubbed his red ears, and then walked towards the alley in a good mood.

When he stepped out of the alley, his eyes were sharp, and he saw a few broken wood carvings in the corner, which looked familiar, so he went to pick them up.

After a while, the torn wooden carvings were restored in his hands, and he managed to piece together a statue in the shape of a sea dragon. It was somewhat similar to the majestic original body that protected him when he fell in the previous life, and he couldn't help but bend his eyes.

He caressed the rough grain of the wood carving, and said softly to himself: "Others have such heavy expectations of you...what do you think..."