I heard that you are my son's father

Lu Qingyu sat near the entrance of the cave and wiped off the water on his body: "Yes, I... don't want to get wet with rootless water."

"The rain is harmless."

"Well, I just don't like it."

Qi Yan looked at him from behind, the demonic energy could not be permeated, he could not see it, but he could feel it, a faint fragrance, like a veil flicking around his body, the fragrance was strange and eerie.

Before he came, in order to find such a man who could bear children, he went to the fairy gate and the demon clan to know his origin.

The so-called special physique is because the Taoist priest was not a mortal.

He was born from the combination of the immortal and the demon, and his mother is the charming demon lineage in the demon clan, both men and women can have children, but this line has been broken since the battle between the immortal and demon hundreds of years ago. preserved blood.

The little Daoist also inherited that the immortal has spiritual roots, and those with spiritual roots can control the age of each stage. He doesn't know why, he has lived for hundreds of years and is still fixed in childhood, and then, probably because of the demonic nature in his body. Suddenly melted the spiritual roots, and suddenly turned into a mortal body.

After coming to the human world, he began to grow according to the growth rate of human beings, and slowly grew into a handsome, elegant and clean mortal, and his white clothes did not conceal his character.

But since he is a descendant of the Charming Demon, even if he is a mortal, he still has the uniqueness of the demon blood. The spiritual root can be destroyed, the demonic ability can be dissipated, but the constitution cannot be changed.

Qi Yan inquired about all these clearly to ensure that he would not find the wrong person.

It's just that he is not a fairy and a demon, and he is not very sensitive to these feelings. He doesn't want Lu Qingyu to still have residual demonic energy on his body.

From today's point of view, this devilish energy will only appear when it is raining.

A small umbrella is useless, but he can conjure up a tool with a strong ability to cover the rain, but he is used to the wind and rain, so he doesn't take the rain seriously, so he ignores it.

But now, he wanted to dry up each other's rain marks in an instant, and after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was better not to reveal his identity for the time being.

What's more, the demonic energy doesn't seem to have any effect, it's nothing more than a vague fragrance, very light and faint, and if you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell it.

There is no need to worry about it at all, so why be afraid?

Lu Qingyu twisted the water on his sleeve, clutched the mahogany sword tightly in one hand, straightened his spine, and looked vigilant.

Of course, he himself knows about his background.

Ever since he became a mortal, he only regarded himself as a mortal, and didn't ask much about the demon clan of Xianmen, but there was always some demon energy in him that couldn't dissipate.

The magic energy of the Charming Demon is not simple, and it has no effect when he is young. When he wakes up as an adult, the magic energy will amplify and can charm and attract others. Get close to him.

This demonic energy will be strengthened when it is exposed to water, and the well water will not hinder it. He can suppress it with talisman Taoism, but the rainwater is more effective and it is difficult to suppress it. The more rain, the stronger the demonic energy, and the stronger the feeling of others.

This is not difficult to avoid, do not go out on rainy days, hide in an unoccupied place after the rain and wait for the water to dry, or deal with the traces of rain as soon as possible.

And even if someone bumps into him when his devilish energy is amplified, the sword in his hand is enough to deal with most people.

At least until now, there are some people who have made a move, but none of them can touch him.

It's just that today, in order to get the willow demon's inner alchemy, he didn't hide from the rain in time, and went out in a hurry without an umbrella, and he didn't expect that the sunny day would turn into rainy day in such a short time.

It was raining heavily and there were many people in the city, so it was not a wise move to enter the city, the only way to hide on this rare mountain was first.

He has already experienced the skill of praying for a banquet, and he knows that he is not an opponent, but he can't spend a long time in the rain. Most people really can't take the risk.

It's all risky, so it's not like just trying your best to deal with one person, not to mention, he has to hide from the rain quickly.

So Qiyan said to bring him to find the cave, and he agreed.

If he had a little better self-control at the banquet, or if he could procrastinate for a while and dry his clothes, it would be fine.

He gripped the sword again.

Qi Yan lit a fire on the grass and asked him, "Do you want to dry your clothes?"

"No...Okay, thank you very much." Lu Qingyu thought for a moment to dry off the rainwater on his body as soon as possible, and walked over to sit on the stone slab by the fire.

The banquet said again: "Why don't you take off your clothes and bake them, it will be faster."

Lu Qingyu's expression changed: "No need."

"Okay." The flames were jumping, and the sound of the rain made the cave have a unique sense of tranquility.

Lu Qingyu looked down at the fire, his mind was tense, and he waited for a while. He didn't hear any movement, but he didn't dare to relax. He only thought to himself: "Can't he feel the magic energy?"

"No." He raised his eyes, trying to see the other person's expression.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that Qi Yan was also looking at him.

The banquet felt a little strange.

After the other party sat down, he felt thirsty for no reason, and a strange feeling slowly surged up, completely strange, completely strange, and it made people want to explore carefully.

This feeling drove him to look at the person in front of him, to see a few drops of water dripping on the broken hair on his forehead, ticking, soaking the trembling eyelash feathers in a mist, and sliding along the lowered eyes, Wet water trickled down the cheeks, and then slowly flowed along the neck and into the placket, and the wet clothes were tightly attached to the body.

He asked Little Golden Hammer: "Do you think there is something abnormal about me?"

Little Golden Hammer can't tell just by looking at it.

It's also inconvenient for him to talk about that impulse, the impulse that he really wanted to pull back the skirt of the person in front of him to see where the water drops flowed.

He squeezed his fingers, and felt that his hand seemed a little disobedient, ready to move and shout, and was about to reach out to find out.

But his fingertips touched a touch of heat, which was a sudden burst of flames. He was not afraid of fire, he just felt a little warmth, but this accident made him return to his mind and withdrew his hand.

The person on the opposite side seemed to be engulfed in water vapor, bright and sometimes dark through the firelight.

He was still fidgeting, and his blood was swimming.

He felt that it was better not to sit still.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, the person in front of him stood up suddenly, "clicked" the blade out of its sheath, and placed it on his neck very skillfully.

He hasn't fully stood up yet: "What's the matter?"

Can you stop drawing your sword at every turn!

Sooner or later, I will give you this sword!

"What are you doing?" The other party looked at him alertly.

"It's nothing, I just got up and walked." As soon as he moved, the sword followed him forward.

The other party seemed to be determined and refused to let go, and said sharply: "You are not allowed to get up."

"Uh..." Why?

There was a beeping sound from the flames, and he stared at the other person's face in doubt.

Those few strands of wet hair stuck to the neck as white as jade, and the ends of the hair got into the skirt of the clothes.

The daydreams hadn't dissipated yet, and when he met his face, he thought more deeply. He felt that his body had also undergone some changes, so he looked down and was secretly surprised: "What's wrong with me, am I not sick?"

Fortunately, the clothes are loose, but there is not much obvious change.

But the person in front of him suddenly raised the sword with his backhand and pressed it against his chin: "What are you looking at?"

He really couldn't understand: "I look at myself."

"Don't look!"

He stared at the face of the person in front of him who didn't know why he was so angry, and said helplessly, "Okay."

I don't look at myself anymore, I only look at you, is this all right?

Then he looked closely at the drop of rain on that side of his face, and he felt that if this drop of water rolled down to the skirt of his clothes again, he would not be able to resist pulling it away to have a look.

So, when the drop rolled to his ear, he raised his hand to stop it, and gently wiped it under Lu Qingyu's bright red earlobe.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, Xiao Daochang's face turned livid, and the blade got a little closer.

A slight pain hit, and Qi Yan was a little surprised: "You really want my life."

If he remembered the past, he failed him, and he could tell the reason for taking his life, but since he didn't remember it, wouldn't it be too soon?

"I have to settle the score. I will settle it when I think about it. I am not willing to die now." He raised his hand and pushed the blade away.

Obviously only saw the fingertips move lightly, but Lu Qingyu couldn't move the sword closer. The blade was held between the two fingers by Qi Yan and turned, and his hand was forced to relax. Clench your wrists.

The banquet said: "Taoist, don't look at me like this, it's you who made the first move."

"I'm not your Taoist companion!" Lu Qingyu kicked.

"Okay, okay, no." Qi Yan smiled, dodged the kick, pushed the person back, and still leaned over to clamp him on the stone bed, making him unable to move.

Lu Qingyu's face suddenly turned pale, and he struggled: "Let me go!"

"Don't point your sword at me again."

There was a bit of hatred in the eyes of the person below him: "Hmph, don't even think about it, as long as I live, he will chase you to the ends of the earth, and I will tear you to pieces!"

"What?" Qi Yan didn't understand, so why did he suddenly want to yell and kill.

He saw that the eyebrows and eyes of the person below him were covered by a strand of hair, and reached out to brush it away for him: "Are you blaming me for not delivering the umbrella in time?"

Lu Qingyu: "..."

The brushed hair was spread on the stone bed, leaving a trail of water, and the rain from his hair was on Xi Yan's hands, his fingertips were obviously cold, but heat slowly spread to his heart.

He asked softly, "Are you hot?"

Lu Qingyu clenched his lips, his face was ashen, and he closed his eyes tightly and never looked at him again.

Qi Yan still wanted to see where those water droplets flowed, whether they were all dissipated by the heat like him.

So his eyes fell, and his fingers tapped on the neckline.

The clothes were still soaked, he thought, he should warm them up again, he said earlier that it would be faster to take off the clothes, you don't want to.

With a "snap", the button of the clothes was unbuttoned, and the person under him shuddered again, and finally opened his eyes again, fragility and fear flashed through his panicked expression: "Please... let me go."

The movement of praying for the banquet stopped, seeing the blood dripping from the lips.

He raised his hand to cover it, red smeared on his fingertips, and the man's lips were slightly red.

He also had some hidden urges, which made him yearn for that Yin Hong, and made him hold her in his arms at this moment, feeling a little nostalgic.

But the other party said, please, let me go.

"Okay." He said, "Don't raise your sword at me."

"I promise." The other party said quickly.

"Yeah." He let go of the person.

Lu Qingyu got up quickly, staggered out of bed, picked up the sword and wanted to run out, and ran to the entrance of the cave, seeing the uproar of rain falling, it was bigger than before, he hesitated in his steps.

"Hello." Qi Yan called him, "Aren't you afraid of the rain, why do you have to go out here again?"

He clenched the sword tightly, trying to lift it up, but then put it down again.

Qi Yan thought for a while: "Look, you don't like me pressing you down, don't you? Then I don't like you always pointing your sword at me. As long as you don't draw your sword, I won't fight back. How about it?"

Lu Qingyu's breath was unsteady: "You really don't know how to touch me?"

"Of course, I keep my word, but you have to do it too."