The Demon He Can’t Forget

Xi Lin and several palace masters pulled to the mountain where Xihuai Dongfu was located.

They were all Tianzuns in the Yuan Ying stage, but they didn't use their spiritual power, but instead used their power to compete normally.

I've been friends for a hundred years, how can I really do it?

"Don't pull me, I want to see what kind of male fairy it is that can make him fall into someone's furnace! Furnace! Sect Master Qingzezong is going to be a furnace, and it's not too much to say it. Shame!" Xi Lin had a fiery temper. At this moment, his anger has not disappeared, his reason has not returned, and he almost went wild because of the uncontrolled flames of the dragon.

The palace lord of Moonlight Palace, that is, Zong Sichen’s father can only persuade each other: "The two of them have been in the cave for three years, and their relationship is normal. After that, the young disciple of the Hehuan Sect escaped for two years. Sovereign also said that this little disciple didn't want him to be a laughingstock, and was left alone for two years. It was not easy for both of them. Now the two are finally reunited, you can't beat the mandarin ducks!"

Xi Lin cursed: "Day? Which day? He is really hard. After three years of getting along, he has fed a mixed spirit root to the foundation building period. Are you embarrassed to mention it?"

The palace lord of the Moonlight Palace can only explain: "Rijiushengqing is an idiom."

No matter what, Xi Lin continued to go up the mountain: "Let go of me, I won't beat people, I can't bully a base-building period. I just want to see if the Hehuan sect is a man or a monster, how can it be so fascinating! Let Xiao Wang Ba Laozi become obsessed like this!"

Pulling, a few people arrived outside the gate of Xihuai Dongfu.

Xi Lin didn't go in immediately, but patted the door and shouted, "Open the door! Get out!"

After waiting for a while, no one responded.

There are restrictions on Xi Huai’s cave mansion, and it was arranged by a few seniors in the Yuanying stage himself. Xi Lin could not detect the situation, so he could only knock on the door again and said, “I will go in by myself if I don’t open the door again!”

Still unattended.

Xi Lin opened the door and strode in. They laid it out personally, and naturally knew the way to crack it, but they didn't want to be too violent before.

When he arrived at the door of Xi Huai's room, he hesitated a little. He was afraid of seeing something wrong. He listened for a while at the door and warned again before walking in.

After entering, they saw the two on the bed, their angry expressions slowly turned into consternation.

Xi Huai lay on his back, his clothes opened slightly, and 70% of the lightning from the wound on his body had been sucked away.

Looking at the man in pink lying next to him, he apparently fainted, with his hands hanging on his side.

The man in powder clothes had a low level of cultivation and forcibly sucked out the lightning, causing burn marks on the fingertips of the index finger and middle finger. The entire palm was covered with scars from lightning strikes. The blood condensed and gradually became scabs.

He estimated that he wanted to absorb all the thunder and lightning before healed himself, but unfortunately, after absorbing 70%, he couldn't support it and fainted, leaving the wound on his body.

He looked at the two people, his lips pressed tightly, and finally walked over, waved away the thunder and lightning still surrounding them, and then turned and left.

That's it.

I'll talk about this later.

The several palace masters waiting at the door saw Xi Lin come out, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. They were all worried about seeing a scene of Acacia Sect disciples crying and struggling for fulfillment, and they didn't know how to persuade them.

After a hundred years of cultivation, they have made countless enemies, but they are troubled by the short things of their parents. It is not as open as persuasion to go out and fight with others.

The palace lord of Zunyue Palace didn't hear anything, and couldn't help being curious, and asked, "Did these two elope?"

Xi Lin's expression was a bit complicated, and finally sighed: "Little Wang Ba Lao has found a foolish fool, and I don't bother to care about it."

After speaking, he went straight down the mountain.

Several people helped close the door of the cave and followed down the mountain.

Although I don't know what happened in the cave, Xi Lin's rage is over.

When Xi Huai woke up, he found that the power of thunder and lightning had disappeared, and was immediately taken aback.

Turning over to see Chi Muyao lying next to him, he stretched out his hand to test it, and found that there was no thunder and lightning on Chi Muyao. Just after letting go, I saw Chi Muyao's hand.

He held Chi Muyao's hand and raised it to look closely, and then kissed Chi Muyao's fingertips.

The clenched hand probed into the spiritual power to check Chi Muyao's body, and found that the spiritual power in Chi Muyao's body was chaotic, and the spiritual power appeared to run away uncontrollably.

He knew that Chi Muyao absolutely couldn't control the power of thunder and lightning, even he couldn't control it perfectly, how could Chi Muyao be able to control it?

It is estimated that someone came from the cave and helped them both take away the power of thunder and lightning.

However, after only taking away the power of thunder and lightning, Chi Muyao was still impacted by the thunder and lightning, causing him to become unconscious and run away with his spiritual power.

He didn’t know how long Chi Muyao’s body had been tortured by the power of lightning before the helpers came, nor did he know how Chi Muyao was so stupid. This was the pain that Chi Muyao couldn’t bear, so why did he go to his own Body lead?

He was so distressed that he held Chi Muyao's hand to help Chi Muyao stabilize the spiritual power of the riot, and tried his best to heal Chi Muyao's body.

After a long time, Chi Muyao woke up, and the peach-faced bead curtain made a crisp sound of bead chains hitting between his head.

Then the two looked at each other.

Chi Muyao stretched out his hand, touched Xi Huai cautiously, and asked, "Are you better?"

"How about you?"

Chi Muyao held up his body and felt it, then raised his hand to look at his fingers, and said strangely: "How did the lightning disappear? Is it because I touched the insulator? Or is there a lightning rod in this room?"

"..." Xi Huai looked at Chi Muyao in a complicated mood. Why didn't he always understand what Chi Muyao was talking about?

Fortunately, Chi Muyao did not continue to say "nonsense", but leaned over to look at Xi Huai's wound: "This wound can be healed by applying medicine now?"

"Well, it should be possible."

After he woke up, he only looked at Chi Muyao's situation, if it hadn't been mentioned by Chi Muyao, he would have forgotten that he still had injuries.

Now I looked down at the wound and confirmed that it had become an ordinary wound.

Chi Muyao hurriedly sat up, fearing that the bed was dirty, Xi Huai took off his boots deliberately.

Then, he took out his Qiankun bag in front of Xi Huai, then took out the Qianbaoling in the Qiankun bag, and then took out a small box from the Qiankun bag...

Small box?

Seeing Xi Huai puzzled, Chi Muyao explained to him when opening the box: "This is called a storage box. Look, how much waste is it that a bottle of medicine occupies a grid in Qianbaoling? Put it in the storage box. I can put ten bottles of medicine, saving nine squares."

"Oh... that's great."

Chi Muyao, who knows how to live, didn't see Xi Huai's complex expression, so he took out the ointment to apply the medicine.

Xi Huai hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but said, "I know that you had a bad life a few years ago. Now you don't have to wrong yourself like this. I can satisfy you with whatever you need, and you don't need to be so frugal."

Chi Muyao dug out the ointment and gently applied the wound to him, and asked inexplicably: "Is good storage means frugal? This is called rational use of resources."

Knowing that living habits cannot be changed overnight, Xi Huai picked up the ointment and applied the medicine to Chi Muyao: "Your fingertips are almost familiar."

Talking about this Chi Muyao, he laughed: "At the beginning, Tweet Tweet was also very familiar with thunder..."

Xi Huai laughed out loud immediately.

Chi Muyao's action of applying the medicine paused.

Ah Jiu of the Deacon Hall of the Hehuan Sect mentioned the natal spirit beast of the imperial pet sect Chi Muyao and tweeted...

This this……

I really know that I can't hide it, I'm no longer vigilant, I'm just saying some things that I don't have.

The two stood in a stalemate for a while before Chi Muyao forced a rescue: "I, I heard about it."

Xi Huai replied like a child: "Well, I believe it."

"I am not the one."

"Oh."

He tried to remedy it again, repeatedly stressing: "Really."

"Well, you are not, you just swear an oath."

"Well, I swear I am not the one."

"Well, if you lied, just retreat with me for 20 years, how about it?"

Chi Muyao felt that this oath was a bit scary. What was the difference between it and asking him to die, he shook his head quickly: "You can't make such a vow!"

Xi Huai was displeased for a while: "It's terrible to retreat with me? Even vow..."

"Of course! Don't your own guy know what you do? If you keep on attacking until it breaks apart, everyone will lose half of their lives. Even if I belong to the Hehuan Sect, I have a sect of mind, and I am not a King Kong. The indestructible body can't stand your tossing like that."

"I... too fierce?"

"Ok!"

"I was just too excited last time, a little anxious."

"Only the last time?" Chi Muyao gave Xi Huai a stare after finishing talking.

Xi Huai knew that he was at a loss, so he could only continue to apply medicine to Chi Muyao.

Chi Muyao used his left hand to help Xi Huai apply the wound on his body, while Xi Huai took Chi Muyao's right hand to apply medicine to his fingertips and arm.

The two people applied medicine to each other without words, and there was only a sound of clothes rustling in the room for a while.

Xi Huai's ointment did work, but when it was applied, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it could be called a superb treasure.

If Chi Muyao doesn't have the healing power of the colorless Yunnilu, he must prepare a few more bottles of this ointment, maybe it can cure old knee problems.

He leaned over to check Xi Huai's wounds carefully, and made sure that they were all healed, then pulled on Xi Huai's clothes and asked, "Are there wounds in other places?"

Xi Huai was more calm than him: "Why don't you take it off and take a look."

"..."

Chi Muyao finally realized that the atmosphere was not right, so he packed up the ointment pretendingly, closed the lid and put it in the storage box.

Xi Huai leaned in again, getting closer and closer.

He quickly raised his hand and pushed Xi Huai's cheek: "You just hurt..."

"The distress is not good yet."

He turned his head to look at the position of Xi Huai's heart: "Distressed? Sect Master beat you in other ways?"

"It's because I saw you hurt because of my injury. If you lie to me like this and do stupid things in the future, I can only treat you fiercely."

Chi Muyao put away the storage box, and simply pushed Xi Huai's shoulder: "What's in your kid's head. It was so painful before, but now you come closer? Stay away from me. I feel uncomfortable. I want to rest."

Xi Huai stopped, staring at him with scorching eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked softly: "Where is it still uncomfortable, let me see for you."

"No need to!"

"I use it. My heart hurts, you help me rub it." He said, pulling his hand.

He quickly patted Xi Huai's hand away, and said, "You change your clothes and the vestments are all torn."

"Okay." Xi Huai finally backed away, letting him breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Xi Huai standing by the bed and taking off his vestments and middle clothes.

The tall figure, the ups and downs of the muscles, the smooth lines like the waves of the sea, the strong arms, the clear but not excessively exaggerated chest muscles and abdominal muscles...

He quickly turned his head and didn't look at it, but Xi Huai asked him at this moment: "Are there other wounds on my body?"

"Huh?" He was startled, and then looked at it pretentiously, "Oh, oh, let me see."

"Need me to get closer?"

"No need, I can see it." He really saw a wound that hadn't been treated properly, and greeted Xi Huai over, "One more thing, I'll apply medicine to you."

Xi Huai leaned down obediently, supported the bed in front of him with both hands, obviously just a simple posture, but with brilliant power and a sense of aggression.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his heart beating wildly, his fingertips trembling slightly.

After helping Xi Huai to apply the wound on his shoulder, Xi Huai approached the ointment cover as soon as he covered it, rubbed the tip of his nose with the tip of his nose, and scratched the bead curtain on the peach blossom surface, causing the bead curtain to open.

Then drop your lips.

The breathing is hot, the ambiguous flow, the heart is rippling.

He leaned back to avoid, but lay on his back on the bed.

Xi Huai followed him while kissing him...