Heavenly practice

Qin Huang was half asleep and half awake when he vaguely noticed something wet and warm falling on his neck. His first reaction was that he had fallen asleep, and his second reaction was that Xue Junmi didn't kill him. over him.

However, the pain on his neck and the smell of blood at the tip of his nose woke him up in the next moment. He opened his eyes and looked at the head buried between his neck and those cold bloodthirsty eyes, unexpectedly calm.

He even raised his hand to caress the back of the other's head, stroked it lightly a few times, opened his mouth to speak but failed.

Even if it was Immortal Da Luo, having his throat bitten off would hinder his speech, so he twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly, and lay on the ground, hugging the person in his arms.

The fierce biting on the neck stopped, Xue Junmi let go of him, and looked up at him quietly, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his deep eyes were like a deep pool.

Needless to say, the strength of the spirit-gathering monks above the catastrophe, after Xue Junmi let go, the wound on his neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Huang looked at him calmly, "If you can be more despicable, maybe you will be able to take revenge."

Xue Junmi looked at him coldly and did not speak.

"Ah……"

Qin Huang let out a low laugh, suddenly clasped his hands and shoulders, turned over abruptly and pinned him down, and clasped his hands above his head before the opponent could resist.

He lowered his head to lick away the mottled blood on the young man's mouth, and pecked his lips little by little.

Xue Junmi looked at him indifferently and coldly.

Qin Huang kissed those eyes, and did not leave for a long time. Instead, he hugged him tightly in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Maybe I was wrong, but since I have made a choice, there is no way out. No matter how hard it is, I will Just keep going because I know you'll never forgive me again."

He tilted his head and kissed and stroked Xue Junmi's ears and temples, his breath was hot and ambiguous, "You said, if your lord can keep Shen Zhuo locked up like me, will there be no day in Huangtian Secret Realm?"

Xue Junmi's expression finally fluctuated, and he turned his head to avoid his intimacy.

Qin Huang smiled lowly, looked up into his eyes, "Just now, you must be kissing me."

Xue Junmi stared at him, and opened his mouth to say something, but Qin Huang lowered his head abruptly and blocked his lips.

His eyes widened in shock, and his hands began to resist.

Qin Huang turned a blind eye, attacking his lips menacingly, even prying open his teeth, slamming into his mouth ferociously, entwining the tip of his tongue.

Xue Junmi's eyes were frightened and angry, and he bit his tongue without hesitation.

Qin Huang's movements paused, and then his fingertips moved slightly. In an instant, Xue Junmi's hands were tied to the top of his head by a white light. He pinched Xue Jun's chin with his free hand, and kissed him again.

Xue Junmi's sword appeared out of nowhere in his palm, and directly stabbed at the person who was pressing him.

Qin Huang raised his hand to cover his wrist, and the other hand had already pulled the clothes of the person below him to reveal a large area of ​​skin, with several faint scars on it, he stroked those scars gently with his fingers, then lowered his head to look at him A kiss to the heart.

The sword in his hand disappeared, Xue Junmi suddenly stopped struggling, and stared fixedly at the dark cave above his head.

Qin Huang noticed his indifference and raised his head to look at him.

The two were very close, they breathed and heard each other, and their eyes were full of each other's shadow.

It seemed that Qin Huang hadn't looked at his little swordsman like this for a long time, and he was afraid of facing these clean and indifferent eyes.

He was afraid, afraid that he would become like His Majesty, who would really live in remorse for countless days and nights after Long Xiang's curse.

He should not regret it, even if he continues to be hated and tortured, it is better than regretting every day and night, because the most painful thing in this world is that he cannot change the past, the decision he has made, the experience he has encountered and people in love.

"I like you."

He looked into the other person's eyes and said, "Did you hear that, Xue Junmi, I said I like you, I handed you the sword that can pierce my heart, are you going to kill me?"

The young man under him had a handsome face, his eyes were cold and indifferent, as if he was looking at a stranger, and from the beginning to the end, there was no fluctuation in his confession of heart.

Qin Huang smiled lowly against his forehead, a little sad, echoing in this dark and empty cave, making him look extraordinarily lonely.

He closed his eyes, kissed Xue Junmi's forehead and lips, stroked his waist gently with his hand, and put his other hand under his messy clothes.

After all, Xue Junmi couldn't help snorting, then frowned, but didn't close his eyes.

He just looked at the other person with lowered eyes and kissed his body with an extremely pious attitude, full of excitement when he was emotional, but he didn't even dare to look up at him.

He looked at the other person calmly like this, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch the other person's hair, only to realize that his hands were trapped.

"Um……"

He snorted in a low voice, and found that Qin Huang was stiff. He was about to speak, but was swept down by the sudden storm. He lost the ability to think instantly, forgot what he wanted to say, and was confused. For a while, he vaguely heard someone calling his name, and felt that his hands seemed to be free again.

He clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes tightly, his whole body was trembling slightly, his bitten lip was shockingly pale.

Sensing his trembling, Qin Huang stretched out his hand to hold his hand, clasped his fingers tightly, but froze when he raised his head.

He watched the young man weeping silently, weeping silently, wetting his temples and staining the corners of his indifferent eyes red.

He thought that this was the feeling of distress, and he felt for a moment that he was not much happier than the respected one who watched Shen Zhuo die in front of his own eyes.

His little swordsman was crying so sadly, but he couldn't even say a word of comfort, because everything was caused by him.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, listening to the disordered heartbeat under him, he suddenly forgot what he really wanted.

Everything poured into his mind like a floodgate, and the scenes of the past flashed before his eyes. Like a cowardly and incompetent mortal, he began to imagine what the future would be like if he chose another path. Kind of.

He suddenly remembered a sentence he heard from his patriarch when he was an adult.

The man said that every indifferent and powerful swordsman has a sword in his heart, and if he is willing to give this sword to another person one day, he will be completely defeated in his life.

At that time, he was still the proud son of the Canglin clan, full of vigor, and devoted himself to seeking the truth. He just felt that this was absurd and unpredictable. Which sword cultivator in the world would give the sword to others?

Let alone surrender without a fight, he scoffed.

But now he understands that what the sword cultivator sends out is not the sword, but his own weakness, the strong and fragile heart of the sword cultivator, a heart that can be pierced by a single sword.