Xianghe

The two were still standing, and Shennong Xingguan passed out in Yuan Qinghui's arms.

It was almost never before that I had such close contact with this person. The only super close contact was initiated by this person, and during the time I was with him, he did not take the initiative, and Yuan Qinghui did not at all. Dare to move.

How could he dare to move? What is his identity and what is this person's identity? It's not because he has been with this person that he can kiss and hug at will like ordinary couples. During those days, he seemed to talk about It's like a love between friends that is based on affection and ends with reason. No, friends can hook shoulders at will. For that person, he didn't even dare to take the initiative to touch that person. Yuan Qinghui dared to respond only when he took the initiative. The days when we were with him were very boring reciting poems and fighting against each other, drinking and chatting. In a state of being afraid that that person will find it boring, I live in fear every day.

And until he was kicked out by that person, he only had the first close contact with that person.

After careful calculation, this unequal love is really aggrieved.

But now, it was finally Yuan Qinghui's turn to stand, and when the man was kneeling, he still didn't dare to touch the man in his arms.

Even to touch the person in his arms, to find a place to lay him flat so that he can have a good rest, it took Yuan Qinghui a lot of effort and a long time of psychological struggle before he finally actually did it.

The rain finally stopped, and the sky finally saw only the sun.

Holding Shennong Xingguan in his arms, he found a clean place. At a glance, he could only see the green grass, which was so clean that no one could be seen. Yuan Qinghui found a green tree growing on a slightly higher mound. Put Shennong Xingguan under the tree so that he can have a good rest.

After putting it down, he felt something was wrong, so he stretched out his foot and kicked the tree above his head. The kick of a god was no better than that of a mortal. The sound disturbed the man resting under the tree.

After Yuan Qinghui's blow, the lush tree above the head immediately dropped pieces of green leaves. After a while, the green leaves completely covered the Shennong Xingguan who was resting under the tree. If you don't look carefully, you can't find this at all. There was another person lying under the tree.

Afterwards, Yuan Qinghui left here with a teleportation technique. Before he left, he took a worried look, fearing that the natural cover-up wasn't perfect enough, so he used a fairy technique to cover the top with a cover-up cover. Dare to leave with confidence.

Even less than a cup of tea, he returned with a lotus leaf filled with water.

When he came back, he was relieved to see Shennong Xingguan who was supposed to be lying there, and then waved away the blindfold and the green leaves covering him.

It's strange, obviously this person has fallen to such a level, and obviously no one will surround him except himself, yet he is still subconsciously afraid that he will be snatched away by others, and if he leaves for a while, he is afraid that he will disappear.

Yuan Qinghui put the lotus leaf filled with water by his side, twisted a towel to clean his body soiled by the wind, thunder and mud, twisted the towel, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it down He wiped his hands for this man.

But he didn't dare to touch it too much, he just wiped his hands behind his back and wiped his palms, he didn't even dare to lift his sleeves to scrub his wrists covered by the dirty clothes.

Then came the face, when Yuan Qinghui was wiping his face, Yuan Qinghui's hands were trembling, but he had to use all his strength to control the trembling, for fear of hurting this person again with a single force.

Because of the wind and thunder calamity, he was cut by wind blades and thunder calamities all over his body when he was a fallen god, and now there are still wounds on his face that look like they were scraped by a knife.

Yuan Qinghui carefully wiped off the dirt on his face, and finally the contours of his face gradually became clear, revealing the white and delicate skin inside, and several lines appeared on such a face as delicate as a white jade ball. The red mouth is distressing, and there is even a feeling of heartache that a precious handed down treasure has been scratched a few times.

But it's just a few red marks, and it won't affect the person's beauty at all.

In fact, as long as the bones of his face are not destroyed, his skin will not be so ugly no matter what.

After scrubbing his face, Yuan Qinghui lay on the man's side with his arms propped up, staring intently at the man's exquisite face, not daring to get too close, this distance just happened to be able to see his face very clearly. Face, without being swept by his breath.

It is a silhouette that transcends gender, and since its birth, he has been a masterpiece.

It cannot be said that this kind of appearance does not look like a man, because although beauty is a very subjective thing, there are also stereotypes. Some people just stand there and only look at his face, as if every inch of skin, every facial feature, every The contours of the points are all carved out by the most talented sculptors who have spent a lifetime of hard work, making it impossible to pick out any flaws.If there is light on his face, he will feel that this person is a realistic and abstract portrait of a young man. No, it is a stone sculpture that is more three-dimensional than a painting. From the tip of his nose to his lips, every protruding part is shining golden The light, from the eye sockets to the chin socket, every recessed place is the layered shadow drawn by the most talented painter, which is impeccable.

If in the dark night, when there is no light on his face, you can't see his dreamy facial features clearly, but you can see his glittering eyes, although these eyes are still in Qinghui's eyes. It's not perfect, it's covered with a thin layer of haze, which damages a little of its light transmission, but it's still so bright that it's shocking. This is the magic of perfect eyes, right? In Xianghe's eyes, It is really beautiful with stars, and people can't help but want to indulge in that starry sky.

Even though the person's eyes are closed at the moment, but only with closed eyes, and there are even a few red spots on his face that affect the senses, he still cannot ignore such an exquisite outline.

It is between a teenager and a young man that cannot be described in words, with a childish and full appearance and a mature bone appearance.

At this time, he was rarely resting peacefully in the shade of this tree. His quiet appearance was as exquisite as the young boy in the painting who had been illuminated by the holy light.

Sure enough, this person's face is really not boring no matter how you look at it, as long as you see this person's face, no matter what happens, no matter what he has done, you can forgive him immediately.

You can even sacrifice everything for him.

It turns out that after a hundred years, Yuan Qinghui still hasn't made any progress.

In the past hundred years, it's not that Yuan Qinghui hasn't regretted it, and it's not that he hasn't regretted his impulsiveness and recklessness at that time.When a big monster that he never thought about appeared in front of him, when he was fighting against an enemy who was not at the same level as him, when he was chased by the enemy until he had no way out, when he walked the tightrope over the death line again and again. When he was born, even when he started to walk on the road of Wushen, he might stumble on the road and would regret why he had to let go of a good Wenshen and start from the beginning on this road of Wushen.

But as long as I think of this man's face in my mind, I think of the glint in his eyes, I think of the pain and unwillingness of being kicked out of the Shennong Temple by him that day, and I think that if I keep being a little Wenshen who can't even climb the Lingxiao Palace He will never have the chance to see this person again, so he feels that the suffering he has suffered is not considered suffering.

He must stand in front of this person as a god of war, he must sit on an equal footing with this person, he must let this person see himself in his eyes, and he must no longer be a dog who will come and go when he is called. , As long as you think about this goal, you will be filled with hope in the desperate situation countless times, rekindle your vitality countless times, and go to the next goal with enthusiasm after narrow escapes countless times.

It turned out that all my hard work along the way was to see this person again.

During those hundred years, Yuan Qinghui and even this person's face gradually became a little blurred. Later, he couldn't remember his figure. In the end, he just used a ball of light, a An obsession appeared in his memory, but now, when he saw this person's face again, he was still throbbing and couldn't speak.

Just lying quietly under the tree and looking at this man's sleeping face, I feel that the hardships of the past hundred years have not been in vain. I am so glad that I was able to persevere in the first place.

If it is possible, I hope that the time can be slower, just like this has been frozen here, just like this slowly, some refreshing breeze blows from time to time, the air is filled with the scent of green grass, and this person can't tell what smell it is Yes, even in the case of being covered in mud, there is still an unbelievably nice and incredible slight fragrance that cannot be concealed.

This was the happiest moment Yuan Qinghui had spent in the past hundred years.

Until the man wakes up, yes.

And after waking up—it wasn't all smooth sailing.

I don't know how long it took, and it seemed that I had finally had enough sleep. I saw the man's frightening eyelashes trembling, and his eyes rolled around through the eyelids. Yuan Qinghui's heart also rose with the movement of the man's eyes. After ups and downs, he finally opened his eyes, and the little comfort in Yuan Qinghui's heart finally disappeared completely with his opening of his eyes.

"Who are you?" Shennong Xingguan sat up with his body propped up after waking up, and turned his head to stare at Yuan Qinghui with his eyes open. His eyes were as pure and innocent as a child's, so clear. Yuan Qinghui knew that his heart couldn't take it anymore.

Resisting the sudden rapid heartbeat, Yuan Qinghui tried his best to calm his voice, but his voice was still a little trembling when he spoke: "I am Jin Peiyuan. You met me a hundred years ago, Mr. Shennong."

Jin Peiyuan was Yuan Qinghui's name a hundred years ago, but now that he has been reincarnated as a human, he naturally has the new name Yuan Qinghui.

Yuan Qinghui's Fallen God is somewhat different from Shennong Xingguan. He started to practice from scratch in order to get rid of his karma, so he was reincarnated and reincarnated as a human after the Fallen God, while Master Shennong was just removed from the divine book and lost his mana. It's just an ordinary person before he became immortal.

Seeing the blankness he expected in that person's eyes, he shook his head.The little spark of anticipation in my heart was extinguished immediately.

Although he changed his name and reincarnated, his appearance has not changed. In just a hundred years, although the image of this person in Yuan Qinghui's memory has long been blurred, the first time he saw him At the first glance, even the first time when the body is covered in mud and even the face can't be seen clearly, the appearance of this person in the memory is all remembered, but this person, if you don't remember him, you don't remember him, really, no wait ah......

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Hahaha the nympho mode of the whole chapter of Siwu Priest~