(Cat flutter Chinese) His eyes flashed subconsciously, Jing Che realized that he had a mask and dark protection, there was no need to be weak at all, his voice was raised, and his lips were charming: "If I don't know, how can I hang your appetite?" ”

Baili Feng didn't answer, his fingertips touched her metal mask, rubbing the concave and convex patterns, and the texture fell on the palm of his hand was cold and cold, and he didn't move it for a long time.

After a long time, Jing Che thought he was asleep, and he opened his mouth without warning, and the bass voice was extremely awake in the dark: "You are really like her, and you want to provoke me with perseverance." ”

"I don't see you're really angry." She rolled over tiredly.

In the middle of the action, his hand fell into the air, and he rested between the soft futons, touching the coolness of the air.

After a few long seconds, the quilt cracked, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder socket, his face pressed against her long hair.

It's so close that it doesn't seem real.

Before she struggled to resist, he whispered, "Don't move, just let me hold for a while." ”

It was not his usual calm and commanding tone, but Jing Che was really obedient and his ears did not move, and the hair on his back was solemn, and he refused to obey for a long time.

Jing Che felt as if he was standing outside the curtain and watching this scene, the faint candle flame hanging high on the street climbed up the window lattice, half a miserable white and half a dim yellow color, revealing an inexplicable sadness, the two of them hugged each other quietly on the bed, and their ears and temples were grinding like a pair of fairy couples.

And a few candles in the line of sight seemed to be about to fade, and in a daze, I saw the lava hall of Miao Palace eight years ago, when she was young, she wanted to hold him with a dead face, and refused to stop grabbing his clothes for fear that he would reject her. At that time, she thought that by hugging her master in such a desperate way, she would be able to find the old age together from ancient times to the present.

He half-widened his eyes, and his voice was deep: "What do you call her?" ”

"Who?" The tone was led by him.

"Ache."

The breath he drank revealed a white smoke as faint as silk in the darkness: "Little eighteen." ”

"She loves to do something on weekdays."

"Martial idiot." In fact, it is vaguely narrating, and there is no distraction in carrying a knife to kill people all day long.

"What color to wear?"

"I want to see pear blossoms."

The pear blossoms are white, and the flowers are like Yan whispering in the ears every year. She also has a preference for white in her heart, which is the color of the white horse bones on Yunqin Peak. But he dyed his bloody clothes in the Shura field for four years, and after he came out, he was bewitching and red-clothed, and he couldn't get along with the flawless white.

"Mentioned me?"

"Nanqiong Sect, Jiahuang Mountain, Sword Saint Gate." She replied in a very incompatible.

Baili Fengma didn't ask, and the two of them fell silent.

"But I didn't mention you." After a long time, her soft voice lowered, sticky in her throat and dragged by the weight of sleep, like a river that could not move.

He held her from behind, probably asleep.

Day 2.

Sandalwood brought a little hypnotism to calm the nerves and coaxed people to sleep until the sun, Jing Che woke up dimly, and suddenly realized that he had slept so deeply without warning.

There was a hand on his waist, and he still felt the heat through a layer of clothing.

She was stunned and turned around.

"Early." The lazy and wistful face seemed to be smiling, and the eyes of the Venerable Master were out of reach. In the crook of the arm, the patient's waist is still beautiful, and the pressure is a little numb.

In the line of sight, his pale green stubble fell softly in the faint sunlight, and after a moment of blankness, Jing Che lowered his eyes and smiled charmingly, unhurriedly propped himself up from the bed, and twisted the buttons of his clothes one by one and tied them: "Morning, Baili Sword Saint." ”

Lying on the bed with his hands and feet stretched out on his back, his eyes were clear, and he asked with a smile: "What are you doing when you get up?" ”

"Find a way out early, get out early. Could it be that you still regard this place as a paradise and want to be a hermit and simply don't return? ”

"There's a sacrifice outside, and you can't get out." He squinted, unhurried.

Jing Che buttoned the last button on his neck, bowed close to his face and looked down at her, his breath brushed against the corner of his lips, and deliberately teased a long soft voice: "What does Sword Master mean, do you want to continue sleeping?" ”

The big hand was wrapped around the soft waist, and with a little force, the skin of the two was apart, and he forcibly held the person in his arms: "** It's not impossible to talk at night by mistake, and it's okay to act during the day." ”

When I was close at hand, I saw the looming peach blossom eyes in the mask, like a fog, and I couldn't see anything else.

The corners of his lips blurred into a tired smile, Jing Che brushed his hand away, his long legs spun, ** jade feet stepped on the cold wooden floor, and said in a frivolous and mocking tone: "I am the one who can go up to ten thousand people, and you can't go up to the Sword Saint." ”

"Yes," said the man in his casual tone, and in an instant he was forcibly pinned between the beam of the bed and his chest.

The red lips were half-pursed, and the four eyes seemed to be sparks burning the prairie together.

At this moment, the door was opened, and two villagers with knives walked in, and at a glance they saw the scenery on the bed, and their hostile eyes became embarrassed: "Cough." ”

Shi Shiran moved away from the wind for hundreds of miles, Jing Che picked up the clothes on the ground, and put them on one by one without hurrying.

"The owner of the village is invited." The two of them stared at the ground, and their tone was quite polite.

One in a wide robe and the other in red were enchanting, and the two stood side by side and stepped down the steps, the light spots on the masks were faintly bent in the drowsy daylight, and the wine gourd swayed on the side of the waist.

Entering the lobby of the village, a brazier was placed in the center and the charcoal fire was full of fire, which was a little stuffy. He also wore a sacrificial suit, so he should have just returned from the altar.

As soon as the door closed, the room was drowsy, and the carpet was spread down the steps.

Jing Che saw the person sitting in the distance on the high chair, faint white smoke, all of which seemed incredible.

She actually met her senior brother Ye Xiu in this time and space. But I don't recognize her, and my identity is still the owner of this ghost village, and what I do is to scoop her soul as a sacrifice.

Time and space are truly a wonderful thing.

He also sat upright under the gaze of the red clothes. This woman's eyes always gave him an inexplicable sense of closeness, even if it was through a hideous and cold mask.

"What do you two have long-term plans for here?" The implication is that this place will trap you for the rest of your life.

Baili Fengma had a smile that he usually couldn't see through and was not serious, and said, "Naturally, I want to go out." ”

I have also experienced the power of the hundred miles of wind, but human power cannot compete with the gods after all, and the eternal and unchanging time will not make any concessions because of the appearance of two people.

But he also didn't do useless work to persuade him, he just didn't say anything at the moment, and said, "The two of you are here for the time being, I don't know if you can see a person's illness for me?" ”

"I'm not a doctor."

"This disease is not something that ordinary doctors can see." His eyes are clear, and his tone is determined. Cat flutter Chinese