"Students" Conspiracy

With a subconscious flash of his eyes, Jing Che realized that he was protected by a mask and darkness, so he didn't need to feel guilty at all. With a raised voice, his red lips seductively said, "If I don't know, how can I whet your appetite?"

Baili Fengjian didn't answer, she stroked her metal mask with her fingertips, and rubbed the concave-convex pattern, the texture fell on the palm of her hand, and it was icy and cool, and she didn't move it away for a long time.

After a long time, Jing Che thought he was asleep, but he spoke again without warning, and his low voice sounded sober in the dark: "You are really like her, trying to irritate me relentlessly."

"I don't think you're really angry." She turned over wearily.

During the movement, his hands fell into the air, resting on the soft quilt, touching the coolness of the air.

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

It's too close to be real.

Before she struggled to resist, he said in a low voice, "Don't move, just let me hug you for a while."

It was not his usual calm and commanding tone, but Jing Che really obeyed without moving his ears, and the hairs on his back solemnly refused to obey for a long time.

Jing Che felt as if he was standing outside the curtain and watching this scene from the outside. The faint candlelight hanging high in the street climbed up the window lattice, half pale and half yellow, exuding an inexplicable sadness. The two on the bed hugged each other quietly. Together, ears and temples are like a couple of gods and gods.

And the few candle lights in her eyes seemed to faint, and she saw the lava hall of the Miao Palace eight years ago in a daze. When she was a child, she had a shameless face and wanted to hug him, refusing to let go, grabbing his lapel for fear that he would reject her.At that time, she thought that if she hugged her master so desperately, she would be able to reunite with her from ancient times to the present.

He closed his eyes halfway, and said in a deep voice, "What do you call her?"

"Who?" The tone was led away by him.

"Ache."

The breath that he drank revealed a thin white smoke in the darkness: "Xiao Shiba."

"What she likes to do on weekdays."

"Wu Chi." In fact, he was narrating in a cryptic manner, and he had no other intentions to kill people with a knife all day long.

"What color clothes are you wearing?"

"I want to see pear blossoms."

The pear blossoms are white, and the flowers are like Yan whispering in my ears every year.She also prefers white in her heart, which is the color of the white horse bone on Yunqin Peak.But the bloody clothes dyed in the Shura field for four years, after coming out, the seductive red clothes wreak havoc on the country and the city, and there is nothing to do with the flawless white.

"Remember me?"

"Southern Qiong Sect, Mount Jiahuang, Sword Saint Sect." She answered irrelevantly.

Baili Fengjian didn't ask further questions, and both of them fell silent.

"The only thing I haven't mentioned is you." After a long time, her soft voice lowered, sticky in her throat and dragged heavily by sleepiness, like an immobile river.

He hugged her from behind, probably asleep.

Day two.

The sandalwood is a little hypnotic and calming, so that people fall asleep until the sun is high. When Jing Che wakes up hazily, he is suddenly surprised that he has fallen into such a deep sleep unprepared.

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

Startled, she turned around.

"Morning." With a half-smile on his lazy and sleepy face, he met the unreachable eyes in the Master's mask.In the crook of the arm is still the patient's beautiful waist, which is a little numb from the pressure.

In his sight, his light blue stubble fell softly in the weak sunlight. After a moment of blankness, Jing Che lowered his eyes and smiled charmingly. The button was fastened: "Morning, Baili Sword Master."

Lying on the bed with his hands and feet stretched out on his back like a corpse, his eyes were clear, and he asked with a teasing smile, "What are you doing up?"

"Find the way out early, and get out early. Could it be that you still regard this place as a paradise, and want to be a hermit and not return?"

"There is a sacrifice outside, and you can't get out." He squinted his eyes, taking it easy.

Jing Che finished buttoning the last button on his neck, bent close to his face and looked down at her, his breath brushed against the corner of his lips, and he dragged his soft voice deliberately provocatively: "What does the Sword Master mean, do you want to continue sleeping? "

His big hands covered his soft waist, and with a little force, the skin between the two was separated, and he held him firmly in his arms: "It's not a bad thing to talk about it at night, but it's not too bad to do it during the day."

Close at hand, I saw the pair of peach blossom eyes looming in the mask, like a thick fog, and I couldn't see anything else.

With a tired smile on the corner of his lips, Jing Che pushed his hand away, spun his long legs, stepped on the cold wooden floor with his naked feet, and said in a frivolous and mocking tone: "I am the one that anyone can touch, the sword Saint, you can't go either."

"Is that so—" After the casual tone, the robe flapped in the wind, and in an instant, the person was forcibly fixed between the bed beam and the chest.

The red lips were half pursed, and the four eyes met as if sparks were sparked.

But at this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and two villagers with knives came in. They saw the scene on the bed at a glance, and their hostile eyes suddenly became embarrassed: "Cough."

Shi Shiran moved away in Baili Fengjian, Jing Che picked up the clothes on the ground, and put them on one by one for him without haste.

"Village Master welcomes you." The two men pounded their eyes on the ground, and their tone was still polite.

One is unruly in a toga, the other is enchanting in red. The two stood side by side and stepped down the steps. The gloomy sun was shining on the mask, and the light spots on the mask were faint, and the wine gourd was dangling on the side of the waist.

Entering the lobby of the stockade, there is a brazier in the center that is full of charcoal fire, which is so warm that it is a bit stuffy.He also wore a sacrificial formal attire, so he should have just returned from the altar.

Screen off the people in the room, and once the door is closed, the room is groggy, and the felt carpet reaches the steps.

Jing Che saw the person sitting far away on the high chair, and the faint white smoke engulfed him, all of this seemed extremely inconceivable.

She actually met her senior brother Yexiu in this time and space.But he doesn't recognize her anymore, and his identity is still the village owner of this ghost village, and what he does is to sacrifice her soul as a sacrifice.

Space-time is really a wonderful thing.

Yexiu sat upright under the watchful eyes of the red dress.The woman's eyes always gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, even through a hideous and cold mask.

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

Baili Fengjian said with his usual imperceptible and dishonest smile, "Of course I'm trying to get out."

Yexiu has experienced the power of Baili Fengjian, but manpower cannot compete with God after all, and the eternal time will not make any concessions because of the appearance of two people.

But Yexiu would not do useless efforts to persuade him, at the moment he was just noncommittal, saying: "The two of you are here for the time being, I wonder if you can take care of a person's illness for me?"

"I'm not a doctor."

"This disease is not something ordinary doctors can see." His eyes were clear and his tone was firm.