It wrapped one hand around Kitatang's shoulder and neck, and the other fingernail stretched out into sharp claws, raised high, expecting him to waver, about to pierce his chest and pull out his heart.

At this moment, the golden bells in the cave vibrate, and the two golden bells turned into golden streamers and stabbed towards the back of the white shadow's heart!

The evil ghost clinging to Beitang Hanye's body let out a scream and suddenly dissipated, while Chu Yiyang felt a powerful suction force in front of him, dragging him forward.

With a "plop", the frosty pool splashed in all directions, wetting the low shrubs by the pool, and the water droplets fell on the red berries and dripped down, wetting the ground.

Chu Yiyang fell into the pool unexpectedly, and before he could struggle, his arm was grabbed.

The person in front of him dragged him up from the pool, and there was no ground in the center of the pool, and as soon as the water broke, he fell into the arms of the other party because of inertia.

The water droplets fell, the red clothes were soaked, and the already cold air around him was a little colder because of the water.

A drop of water hung from his soaked eyelashes and smashed into the water between the two of them, reflecting their shadows in the fluctuating pool water.

The red-clothed ghost with a flame pattern on his forehead and a gloomy aura around him looked at the person in front of him.

Under his gaze, the white-clothed Sword Venerable, who had always known that he was in an illusion and had not moved from beginning to end, raised his hand.

The fingertips of the sword that he usually held fell on his face, and his movements were as gentle as if he were afraid of startling the butterfly that had stopped in the heart of the flower.

The touch from under the fingertips was soft but cold, and there were droplets of water on it, and the breath was completely different from that in the cave, and the edges and contours also changed.

But even so, even if he couldn't see it, the touch that came from his fingertips told him that it was the same person he had touched so many times in the cave.

He confirmed: "It's you." ”

I can't explain why the person who saved me in the cave is here, whether it's the timing or the place, but Kitado didn't remove his hand from the cold night.

Originally, after taking the antidote and relieving the beauty, even if he saw him again, he shouldn't be upset and affectionate, but as soon as he entered the mirror, it was this illusion that trapped him.

Perhaps the less emotional it should be, the more unforgettable it is. The antidote can only solve the illusion brought by the beauty grace, but it cannot remove the true root of love. When he doesn't face his heart in an illusion, he can ignore the extra things in his heart, but here he can't.

Beitang was shaken in the cold night, and the black cloth that blindfolded him at this moment was not a prohibition in the cave, as long as he wanted to, he could untie it, as long as he untied it, he could see what the person in front of him looked like.

But at the same time, he also knew that if he lifted the barrier in front of him at this moment and saw the other party's face clearly, he would fall deeper and deeper.

He grabbed Chu Yiyang's wrist with one hand, wrapped his other hand around his waist, his fingertips hesitated to move away from it, and untied the black cloth strip in front of him with his backhand, but when his palm just left the waist of the person in front of him an inch, the other party realized what he wanted to do, and quickly raised his hand and pressed his hand back to the same place.

I can't pick it up.

When Chu Yiyang was pulled in by that force, he realized that this was the mechanism of the illusion. The water lord is illusory, Beitang came to the imperial capital on a cold night, if he was in the imperial city when the hourglass appeared, it would not be strange to be teleported into the water hall.

The white shadow that entangled him just now was part of the illusion, and it was also a ghost from the netherworld, Chu Yiyang killed it, but the illusion was not broken. It was going to keep running, so naturally it pulled him over and replaced the thing he had killed.

Now he has also become a part of the illusion, if Beitang now pulls down the strip of cloth that covers him, sees himself, and his mind is shaken, then he will be left here.

Therefore, he cannot be allowed to take it off, let alone continue to stay here.

Chu Yiyang opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound—if he opened his mouth like this at this moment, he would definitely be recognized by the person in front of him, so what should he do?

There was silence in the cave, and the sound of water dripping from the roof of the cave seemed to be amplified.

Looking at the person in front of him, looking at this perfect face whose eyes were blocked by strips of black cloth, Chu Yiyang's gaze swept across his eyebrows, swept over the bridge of his nose, and finally landed on his lips stained with water.

The peerless Sword Venerable had a pair of lips that were very suitable for kissing, and Chu Yiyang's gaze followed the drop of water that fell from his lips all the way down, and when he swiped down the placket to his chest, he felt that something was wrong.

At this time, he had no reason to think about such a beautiful thing.

And even if I had different feelings for the one I grew up in my dream because of Xiaobeitang before, it wasn't this direction.

He looked at the Adam's apple in the cold night of Beitang, and saw the bulging part rolling under his gaze, and the magic lines on his body became hotter and hotter, and finally realized why this untimely thought appeared in his mind-

It's a blood pact.

In this situation, how can you not dream back to the beginning.

Even if one end of the shaved burden is hot, the other end will heat up.

Chu Yiyang retracted his gaze and looked at the person in front of him again, a hesitant look appeared on his face, and finally his heart was crossed: fight.

He reached out and grabbed Beitang's cold face, tilted his head slightly, and kissed it.

……

Wooden hall.

The fortress made of golem silk is safe and quiet.

Xuanyuan Ce quickly regained his mental strength during the meditation.

Suddenly, the handsome young man noticed something, and suddenly opened his eyes to look at the person opposite, and saw that the man in red who was sitting opposite him was meditating with his eyes closed in the same posture.

The aura around him was noticeably different from before.

From under the placket of his garment, a blood-colored pattern sprouted, spreading over the side of his neck, climbing over his wrists, and extending all the way to his face.

The originally beautiful face had more blood-colored magic patterns, and it suddenly became demonic.

Xuanyuan Ce looked at him a little apprehensively, and suddenly felt that these patterns made people impetuous, and seeing that Chu Yiyang did not have any painful expression on his face, he closed his eyes again.

……

The moment Chu Yiyang kissed it, he felt that Beitang's body was tense for a moment, but the next moment the pool water was agitated, and he completely lost the initiative and was pushed to the shore.

In a demonic state, his breath is cold, his body temperature is cold, and his kisses are cold, but it is like lighting a fire in the water.

Holding his face, hugging his waist, and kissing strongly, Chu Yiyang let go of his right hand that was pressed on the back of Beitang's cold night, leaned behind him, and soon reached the stone by the pool.

The man who kissed him gave up tearing off the cloth in front of him and instead ripped off his belt, and the red tie left his master's waist and floated on the water.

The hand that was customary with the sword went down his waist to the slender calf behind him, and his fingertips touched the golden bell on his ankle.

The golden bell is still there, although it doesn't ring, but what is more certain than this?

Determined what he wanted to be sure of the most, Beitang suppressed the surging love fire and wanted to retreat, but the arm of the person in front of him was entangled.

Different from the young man's voice, the young man's voice was more magnetic and hoarse soaked in the fire of love, and he said in his ear the same words as the white shadow just now: "Hold me." ”

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The author has something to say:

I found that a paragraph was repeated in the middle, and the latter was added.

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XVII 22:55:34

What it's like to react yourself on the spot

I wrote a sentence that Brother Chu heard that thing and said, "Hug me"

Hugging 22:55:56

Hahahahaha

XVII 22:55:59

With his voice

XVII 22:56:02

I'm so embarrassed!

Help, what a mess!

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Chapter 52

Again, different people, different results.

After a brief moment of silence, the two of them leaned towards each other at the same time, and the distance between them once again faded.

It was as if white-hot fireworks exploded in front of me, completely evaporating the clarity in my brain.

The frost in the cave turned into mist, and the red ribbons were pushed away with the agitation of the pool.

Chu Yiyang's eyes were half-closed, maintaining a line of clarity in the stormy waves.

This illusion made him a part of it, and the most direct way to break through it was to use himself as a breakthrough.

There is a blood contract, no matter how many times he cultivates with the person in front of him, occupying a passive or active position, he is the furnace ding, and it is better to do it again than to let Beitang directly stab him with a sword in the cold night and bear some unpredictable consequences.

As long as you take a good measure, as soon as you open the gap in the illusion, you should exit immediately, and it shouldn't have much effect.

When the matter here is far from over, his cultivation realm can no longer fall, Chu Yiyang is still very aware of the importance of cultivation.

In any case, this time it will be up to him to control the rhythm.

When the spirit and soul are merged, the information that cannot be said in words is passed on, and until then, it is absolutely impossible to get carried away.

The red and white robes float on the water, like a lotus flower in full bloom.

The red-clad young man tilted his head, revealing his fragile neck, blood-colored patterns spreading upwards from under his white midcoat.

When he was kissed, his eyelashes trembled gently like the wings of a butterfly, revealing the color that rippled underneath.

He lifted a hand, and the soaked fabric slid down his smooth arm.

In the mist, as soon as the bell rang, a golden bell hairpin appeared in his palm, and when the kiss of his white-clothed sword venerable who was blindfolded and only touched by his remaining five senses left his lips and landed on the side of his neck, he bit the golden bell hairpin between his teeth as white as a shell.

The bell quivered, pulling him back as his consciousness slipped into chaos.

The person in front of him turned him over, and landed a fiery kiss on the side of his neck that had the magic pattern, and when he almost trembled, his teeth clenched the golden hairpin, blocking back the sound that almost leaked.

Chu Yiyang closed his eyes and trembled slightly.

While everyone was stuck in the Senluo Temple, with a walking hourglass hanging over their heads, trying to break through the level, they were grinding their ears here.

He opened his eyes again, took the golden hairpin in his hand, and backhanded the person behind him.

In the mist, he waited for the moment when the gap opened.