"I'm sorry."

The young man's skin had a warm and slightly cold touch like jade, and Xia Forsythia could clearly feel the heartbeat under his chest.

The tip of her nose was sore, she snorted busily, stumbled in her words, and spoke solemnly.

Tears still flowed down involuntarily.

Tears soaked her chest, Ling Shouyi's throat moved slightly, but he didn't buy her account, and used some strength to lift her away.

Between the electric light and flint, the hair was slightly raised, and Xia Forsythia opened her eyes in astonishment.

A pain in her throat pulled her thoughts back.

When I looked up, I saw Ling Shouyi stuck her neck, put her against the couch, and looked down on her condescendingly, his cold eyes were clear, and his voice was as cold as hitting jade, "...... As I said, it has nothing to do with you. ”

Xia Lianqiao was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, did not struggle or resist, just hesitated for a moment and straightened up gently.

Because the hand that stayed in front of her neck had distinct bones and protruding green tendons, it was full of a sense of strength ready to attack, and it killed three thousand sin immortals.

But it never tightened, only against her throat.

Xia Lianqiao didn't think that Ling Shouyi really wanted to pinch her, in her opinion, Ling Shouyi now was more like a kitten who had been abandoned by her.

Sensitive, with a bow on his back, he shouted at her without any intimidation, not to let her come closer.

Such a kitten, how could she not love! Xia Lianqiao was remorseful.

Raising his eyes, he took a serious look at Ling Shouyi.

Ling Shouyi realized that something was wrong.

The next second, his breath froze.

All because, instead of being afraid of him, Xia Forsythia leaned over and dropped a fine, soft kiss on the overlapping wounds on his waist.

Ling Shouyi: "......"

One kiss after another, slowly falling like a feather, Ling Shouyi's hand around her neck suddenly loosened.

She took the opportunity to turn the offensive, pressed him down on the couch again, straddled his waist with her legs, clamped the young man's slender waist, lowered her eyes seriously, and kissed them one by one reverently.

Ling Shouyi pursed his lips tightly, wanting to struggle and resist, but the cold momentum as hard as ice melted into a river of spring water under this spring breeze-like caressing.

Halfway through, Xia Lianqiao also disliked him for struggling too violently, and grabbed the young man's long, waterfall-like hair, forcing him to raise his face. Unconsciously, Ling Shouyi's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and quietly, gave up resistance.

Xia Lianqiao half-knelt on his waist, solemnly, and kissed the wounds on his body, the green Luo skirt was like a new lotus covering the sky.

"Does it still hurt?" Halfway through the kiss, Xia Forsythia paused and touched the scar that had been pierced by the homecoming before.

Ling Shouyi trembled, looked at her quietly, and did not respond.

He looked into her eyes.

The jet-black pupils are like a tiny evening star, everything is clear, and the lake is blue and blue.

The fine kiss is like a fine and dense spring rain, the rain is as moist as a crisp, and his heart is like a long-frozen land, blooming flowers all over the valley in the rain.

Ling Shouyi's eyelashes lowered slightly, his breathing was obviously a little shorter, and he couldn't help but think of a rainy night in his childhood.

That was when he was ordered to eliminate demons in the lower realm, and the people in the immortal gate were born with Su Hui, although he was not very old at that time, he had also been in charge of the Tiangang Divine Sword for a long time, and he had long been accustomed to blood and killing.

The green-faced fangs were hideous and terrifying, enough to make a child of his age cry at night, but he couldn't stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.

Late at night, the spring rain rustles.

The young Taoist calmly wiped the blood from his sword.

In addition to the demon is a big thing, sometimes it is too late to turn back, and it is normal for people to sleep in the mountains.

Just as he is not afraid of demons, he is not afraid of darkness.

At this time, a mother and son in the forest were rushing home from the rain.

The young son was so frightened that he couldn't stop crying.

He listened for a long time and knew that this mother and son were going out to find relatives and friends, and they missed the time, and they didn't dare to sleep in the mountains where the mandrill spirits were full of monsters, tigers, wolves and bears, and they had to rush back in the rain and dark, so their home was not far away.

The mother was obviously terrified, but she held her young son in her arms and coaxed her in a low voice.

Killing demons and protecting the people is the duty of a monk, and he should be even more so as an immortal.

Without thinking, Ling Shouyi quietly escorted the pair of mothers all the way, until he saw a dim lamp lit in the distance like oil and ink, in the rainy night.

After the mother and son returned home safely, he returned to the big bluestone where he was sleeping.

The shadows of the trees shook like ghosts.

The spring rain is swaying, like a ghost chirping

He had a sword in his hand, and he was not afraid of demons and evil spirits, but at this moment, the night seemed to surge like a substance, and an indescribable fear surrounded him.

The dripping rain amplifies the silence of the night, the depth and fear.

The monks are not right, and the demons come to try.

The sword in his hand can slay visible demons, but not invisible demons.

Ling Shouyi calmly watched as the blood on his sword was washed away by the rain, and even reciting the mantra of domination had little effect.

The darkness enveloped him like a monster, eroding him, and all the evil spirits appeared as they pleased.

He remembered how many times he had shivered and cowered in the darkness of fear when he had been younger.

He unconsciously thought that his mother would feel pity when she saw him now so afraid and lonely?

At that time, how he wished that a pair of hands could touch his heart.

He remembered how much he wished someone would wipe the blood off his cheek when he first cut off the head of the Sin Fairy.

He remembered how he wished someone could touch the scars on his body when his life was hanging by a thread for the first time.

Ling Shouyi remembered that in countless long nights, he quietly faced the candle and plucked the dragon scales one by one.

Even if he didn't want to admit it in his heart, he couldn't stop the most secret, indescribable thoughts from quietly popping up like new sprouts after rain.

- Will she be heartbroken when she sees him covered in bruises?

Xia Lianqiao kissed for a long time, but he didn't get a response, and then he straightened up and looked at Ling Shouyi under him in confusion.

Ling Shouyi's black hair was slightly scattered, his lips were thin and red, cold and beautiful, but his face was so pale that there was no blood.

The peony petals on the waist are overlapped, and they have unconsciously bloomed all over the waist, and there is a slight petal left, which will not bloom.

He was like a scarred young dragon that had suddenly fallen into a pile of splendid embroidery, and his blood was enough to burn the golden jade splendid into fragrant and cold ashes.

Ling Shouyi brushed her away in silence, tightened his tattered robe, and stood up half-straight.

"Xiao Ling, I'...... I'm sorry......" She was keenly aware of the change in Ling Shouyi's momentum, and she was a little overwhelmed for a while, and hesitated: "Your injury? ”

After a while, Ling Shouyi said: "...... You don't have to. ”

Alienated, and rejected thousands of miles away.

Her tears fell on his heart like hot oil, and the heart pierced by the sword pill began to glow with sharp, fine, and long pain.

Ling Shouyi's body hidden under his robe couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She is not afraid of him, she is not afraid of him.

Kiss him, hold him tight.

He is like a candle.

I am afraid that under her tight embrace, the heart that has been built up will suddenly collapse, and the temperature of her embrace will melt the heart.

Chapter 122

Xia Lianqiao had never seen such an awkward person as Ling Shouyi when she was so old, and she was obviously not as cold to her as before, but she was pushed away thousands of miles away at a critical moment.

I can't chase my wife who I lost by myself, and I have to chase it back.

Seeing Ling Shouyi's black hair scattered, his light shirt shattered, and his appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away, Xia Lianqiao considered one or two things in his heart, and was still determined to accept it when he saw it, so as not to lose more than he gained.

If you want to win this kaolin flower again, you really have a long way to go.

Ling Shouyi pushed her away at this time, and she no longer forced him.

After all, she is now locked up in a small black room, and she gets along day and night for twelve hours a day, day and night, and can always make her drop of water and stone piercing, and grinding the iron pestle into a needle.

So, in the next few days, her offensive continued unabated, and she made up her mind that she would not walk independently if she could hang on Ling Shouyi.

Ling Shouyi may have been harassed by her for the past few days, one day, the young man had just returned from outside the palace, she smiled like a sunflower to greet her, intending to let Ling Shouyi feel the warmth of home.

Ling Shouyi actually glanced at her, and avoided it directly with an expressionless face.

Xia Forsythia: "......" annoyed the initiator of the little black house and fled, what kind of funny plot is this!!

Of course, Ling Shouyi didn't just retreat, sometimes she pushed him into a hurry, Ling Shouyi even out his breath, and would push her to the ground expressionlessly.

Through a plain silk screen.

After a while, the young man lowered his eyes and came out of his clothes, but he was as cold as ever, but his breathing was disordered, and his wheezing was rapid, which was quite ambiguous.

I don't know why, Ming Xia Forsythia saw Ling Shouyi between her legs several times, obviously she endured it ruthlessly, but she never made the last step, nor did she break the contract with her, she would rather see her crying and pleading, and just quietly licked the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The first to notice the difference between the two of them was Zhou Ye and the others.

Ye Yitang was still ignorant, but Zhou Yuwen swore that he really didn't mean to see it.

A plain screen separates Xia Forsythia from Ling Shouyi's place of deliberation.

Ling Shouyi is still as cold and lonely as a jade pile of snow as usual, his posture is upright, his posture is upright, and his behavior is calm and decisive.

Zhou Yuwen saw the girl's bored figure reflected behind the screen several times, like a wandering wandering spirit, or a bored puppy, with repeated foot sounds and a long bell between the ankles.

As for what was tied to the girl's ankle, Zhou Yuwen didn't dare to think about it.

Fusheng immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

Seeing that Ling Shouyi's patience with her had reached a critical value, Xia Lianqiao cautiously asked if she could go back to the side hall where she usually lived to get something.

Ling Shouyi didn't refuse this time, but he didn't ask Zhou Ye and the others to accompany him, but personally "escorted" her, or, it was more accurate to call it "surveillance".