Ji Yanjian was forbidden to go out, but Chu Songluo did not practice martial arts all day long as before, but was busy with some other things. Every day he came back, his face became colder, as if a sharpened knife had finally opened and seen blood, and there was more and more a dangerous bloody aura.

But he was very good to Ji Yanjian.

But Ji Yanjian didn't think he was good to himself.

Chu Songluo asked for his kiss, seeking his momentary expression of distraction, and manipulating Ji Yanjian's body with full control, but his kiss always had a kind of alienated intimacy, and he didn't know how to ask gently.

That's not cherishing, it's self-deception.

Ji Yanjian felt that she had become very smart, and she could understand the thoughts of this thoughtful little devil.

But Ji Yanjian still feels stupid in the end.

Chu Songluo's bullying made the corners of his eyes burst into tears, and he couldn't help but swing his waist slightly, his mouth opened slightly, so the tongue that was claiming his consciousness invaded his mouth and teased him. Ji Yanjian made a small and pleading voice like a small beast, but he was startled by this voice; Chu Songluo's wheezing became heavier and heavier, and the very soft voice that overflowed from his throat had a sense of predation, but Ji Yanjian actually felt that this voice was very tempting, and sometimes he was subtly happy that he could make such a sound.

But it wasn't because of him.

knew that it wasn't because of him, but he couldn't suppress his amorous joy.

That's why Ji Yanjian felt that he had always been stupid.

Chu Songluo always manipulated him, letting him fly between his fingers and kisses until he was in a trance, but he was always upright and clean, and finally stood aside indifferently, without saying a word.

This time too.

The servant cleaned it for him, and Ji Yanjian closed his eyes and trembled and called Weisheng Jiamu softly.

"Hero...... When will you come out? ”

Weisheng Jiamu's voice is also very soft, and there is an indescribable feeling.

"I don't know. But...... Ji Nineteen, how about we kill him directly? ”

Ji Yanjian said, "Don't tell me 'we'. ”

Weisheng Jiamu laughed softly, "You have to be sensible, Ji Nineteen." ”

Ji Yanjian nodded and replied, "Okay." ”

After a pause, he shook his head hesitantly, "But I understand...... This is not a feeling at all. At best, I'm just- forget it, if I do, you really don't use 'we' with me. ”

Weisheng Kamu did not speak.

Ji Yanjian then turned over, put his hand in front of his eyes, and carefully stared at the direction of the palm print.

"Hero, have you ever felt homesick?"

"Weisheng Jiamu no longer exists." Weisheng Jiamu's voice couldn't hear too much amazement, but asked him very softly, "Are you homesick?" ”

Ji Yanjian didn't answer him, but paused for a while and asked sullenly: "Daxia, do you rarely cry?" ”

Then Weisheng Jiamu's voice became more gentle: "Do you want to cry?" ”

Ji Yanjian stared at the roof for a moment before he asked hesitantly, "...... Am I really stupid? ”

The voice of the micro-sheng Kamu seemed to come from far away.

"You're not stupid, you're just a little stupid."

Ji Yanjian then rolled over and lay on the bed and smiled stupidly.

"Hero, you have learned the skills of a joker without a teacher."

"You're definitely smiling stupidly with my face right now."

Ji Yanjian was even happier, smirking, and tears fell silently.

**

Feng Hongguang is already time to "die".

He began to work on the issue of the transfer of forces within the sect, and the ones handed over to Chu Songluo also began to have more and more confidential matters. It's just that those elders, he deliberately didn't deal with it, obviously had the intention of making Chu Songluo realize "how much protection his own existence is for him".

He gradually showed his weakening appearance, and became more and more "amiable" to hold hands and recall the past with Chu Songluo, with tears in his eyes as he spoke, looking like an old man feeling that his destiny was coming, and he was relieved and reluctant.

The original Chu Songluo had already been coaxed by him to be well-behaved and clever, and he must have been moved beyond comprehension when he saw this appearance, but Chu Songluo himself was a liar with a higher number of paragraphs than him, not to mention that Feng Hongguang had worked hard to lay out the game, and if he followed his path, he could save some effort. So he has always been gentle and obedient on the surface, and at this time, he expressed the reluctance and sadness of a young man who is silent and does not show much affection for his father-in-law who has great kindness.

Feng Hongguang and Chu Songluo were both very satisfied, so Feng Hongguang "died" in the winter a year later.

The news spread quickly, not only within the Asahi God Cult, but also among the people in the rivers and lakes. Because Taishan Beidou, who is incompatible with the Demon Sect Master, also went a few days later. There were many rumors among the people, saying that Feng Daochang was no longer worried that the old devil would come to disturb the order of the rivers and lakes one day, so he would rest assured that he would hand over the affairs to the juniors.

Chu Song fell to the mourning hall and knelt for two days.

On the night of the next day, Ji Yanjian reluctantly learned to use light skills under the guidance of Weisheng Jiamu, mobilized the abundant internal force that this body already had, and secretly ran to find him.

Facing the coffin made of Azusa, Chu Songluo's figure still looked very tall. The wind and snow outside the door were very heavy, and Ji Yanjian came in in in the heavy snow, but he didn't move, just said, "I didn't allow you to come out." ”

Ji Yanjian felt as if he had lost a little more, and from the side and back, pale cyan stubble appeared on his chin, and there were traces of cyan exhaustion under his eyes. He realized that he needed to look up slightly to look at him—this was no longer the overwhelmed boy in the mountains who had lost his friend.

Without hearing his answer, Chu Songluo sighed invisibly, "Come here." ”

Ji Yanjian walked over, Chu Songluo took him into his arms, gently rubbed his side face, exhaled tired and heavy, and asked in a dumb voice, "Why did you come out?" ”

Ji Yanjian thought about it for a long time, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Weisheng Jiamu sighed, "I said I woke up, but I couldn't come out." ”

Chu Songluo raised his eyebrows, and it was a very stunned smile, but his eyes were bloody and cold, "So, can he feel me?" ”

His hand reached through the hem of his robe, caught the little light trembling, and leaned over to kiss him, as if he were too tired, and his kiss was heavy and oppressive, without tenderness or pity. Chu Songluo tilted all his weight on him, forcing Ji Yanjian to retreat again and again, and finally leaned his body against the wall.

"Can he feel the pleasure of being fooled by me?"

Ji Yanjian shook his head desperately and didn't speak, Chu Songluo looked at the corners of his reddened eyes, and licked him gently, "Don't cry." ”

There was a little command in this sentence, but Ji Yanjian grabbed his shirt and finally couldn't help crying, but he heard Chu Songluo's voice with a cold inducement: "You might as well ask him, how?" ”

His hand directly played and bullied Ji Yanjian, he called Weisheng Jiamu in his heart, but what answered him was an overflowing, very soft gasp. The change in his expression seemed to be seen by Chu Songluo, and a sharp smile appeared in his dark eyes.

"He seems to be quite happy."

His own voice coincided with the voice of the micro-sheng Jiamu in his heart, and Ji Yanjian felt that there was a kind of depraved happiness that he gave up, but Chu Songluo put one index finger to his lips.

"Shhh

"My father's body is still here, don't make a sound."

Ji Yanjian's accusatory eyes seemed to be received by him, and Chu Songluo pretended to be innocent and puzzled, "What's wrong?" - Oh, do you mean my hands? ”

As she said this, she toyed with him more dexterously.

Chu Songluo smiled lowly, both pleasant and sarcastic.

"Ah, it's my fault."

But Ji Yanjian inexplicably felt that he was actually very sad.

He couldn't figure out what kind of mood he was feeling now, and he didn't know how to finally kill this man.

When Chu Songluo blocked his voice and entered him, Ji Yanjian couldn't help but let out a small sigh while taking the initiative to reply to his kiss, sending forward his thirst for more intense heat.

"You too...... Want...... Ha...... Am I dead? ”

Chu Songluo's eyes were unusually gentle at the moment, and there was a vague affection that Ji Yanjian couldn't say.

He didn't answer, looking up for more kisses.

So Chu Songluo teased his tongue lightly like torture, sucked lightly, and then quickly let go, like a dragonfly dotting water, while raising his hand to cover Ji Yanjian's eyes.

"Don't ...... Look at my ....... ”

He gently bit his earlobe with his teeth, his voice muffled.

“…… Don't look at me. ”

The sound of the teleportation of the reward point was jingling, and Ji Yanjian realized it.

-- It turned out to be painful.

It turns out that he is so painfully seeking this warm pleasure.