Chapter 2245 The Miao Youth Loves Me 07
When Jinchen left Miaowang Tower, he kicked over the medicine rack beside the door, and the dried insect shells and herbs were scattered all over the floor.
"Doctor Nan."
Ah San whispered beside Nan Yixing, "Young Master... should have gone to the bamboo forest in the back mountain."
He lowered his voice very low, as if afraid to alarm something, "Why don't you go and persuade him? He...may listen to you."
bamboo forest.
Jinchen held the poisonous insect in his hand, [Killing Jinque is urgent. ]
Ling rolled over and lay there, eager to take a bite.
[You have to go to a forbidden area, host, are you willing to take the risk? 】
Jinchen said seriously, [I can.]
There is nothing that the big guys can't do!
[But the forbidden area is full of bugs, ugly and very—not big, oh yeah!]
Ling Gungun suddenly stood up, [According to the plot, it should be the time for the selection of the Holy Son soon. As long as you become the Holy Son, you can enter and leave the forbidden area openly and safely! ]
For some unknown reason in the original plot, Luo Xiao killed the original body, but the Holy Son was Jinque, so Luo Xiao could only inherit his father's identity as the high priest.
There is something strange about it.
The two main beasts here are still discussing how to kill Jinque.
[Hey! The Lord God is here.] Ling Gungun reminded.
The bamboo leaves rustled as Nan Yixing pushed aside the fallen vines, his footsteps making almost no sound on the soft rotten leaves.
The shadows of the bamboos are scattered on the ground, outlining the slightly lonely figure in front.
Jinchen was leaning against an old bamboo, with the hem of her purple gauze dress casually spread out on the moss. She was holding a silver-winged poisonous insect between her slender fingers and was feeding it nonchalantly.
Nan Yixing unconsciously slowed down his breathing.
Jinchen looked completely different from the flamboyant him in the past few days. The shadows of bamboo outlined his profile, and the shadows cast by his long eyelashes covered his purple eyes that always had a playful look, leaving only his straight nose and slightly pursed lips.
Just like a spirit occasionally seen in the mountains, it is flamboyant and gorgeous in the daytime, but licks its wounds alone when no one is around.
[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 13! 】
The bamboo leaves rustled, Jinchen seemed to sense something, and the poisonous insect on his fingertips flapped its wings and flew away.
He tilted his head, the Gu pattern at the corner of his eye faintly visible in the night, but the corner of his lips curled up in a smile that Nan Yixing was familiar with, but with a hint of deliberateness.
"Why are you here, brother?" The young man's voice was filled with his usual frivolity.
Nan Yi walked closer, and the aroma of medicine mixed with the fresh air of bamboo leaves filled the air.
There was dirt and grass on Jinchen's clothes, and her braids were a little loose, with a few strands of hair hanging by her ears, swaying gently in the breeze.
He suddenly wanted to reach out and brush away the bamboo leaves that fell on Jinchen's hair, but the moment he raised his hand, the other party grabbed his wrist.
Jinchen looked at him, and an emotion flashed across his eyes so fast that it was impossible to catch it.
"Since we are here for exchange and learning, why don't you let me save your brother?" Nan Yixing asked softly.
Jinchen suddenly turned around, grabbed Nan Yixing's wrist, and stroked the silver bracelet with his fingertips: "If you really want to save him, give this back to me."
Nan Yixing felt the boy's fingers trembling slightly.
Just as he was about to pull his hand back, Jinchen suddenly pulled him hard and pressed him against the bamboo behind him.
The rustling of bamboo leaves startled a few birds.
“Brother Bodhisattva,” Jinchen leaned close to his ear, brushing the cinnabar between Nan Yixing’s eyebrows with his fingertips, breathing warmly, “Don’t save him, save me.”
The young man's hand tightly grasped his wrist, and he smiled his usual, slightly malicious smile, and the silver bracelet hurt both of them a little.
Nan Yixing reached out and gently stroked Jinchen's braid, his fingertips brushing the silver snake pendant behind the boy's ear. The cold touch made him curl his fingers again.
Nan Yixing lowered his eyes to look at him, with a mist-like compassion in his eyes, as if a Bodhisattva had mercy on the world, and his long eyelashes hid the true emotion in his eyes.
Only the faint curve at the corner of the lips gave off an illusion of gentleness.
"Young Master is so powerful, why do you want me to save you?"
"Brother, do you really want to know?" Jinchen heard the temptation and suddenly laughed.
In Nan Yixing's eyes, that smile was as gorgeous as a poisoned mandala.
He leaned close to Nan Yixing's ear, and his warm breath brushed against his ear: "If you save Jinque, I will die."
After a pause, he added, "But if I kill him, I will die too."
Nan Yixing was stunned.
Jinchen had a smile on his face when he said this, and his eyes and eyebrows showed his usual cynicism, making it difficult to tell whether he was sincere or joking.
Seeing that Nan Yixing didn't say anything, Jinchen leaned against his shoulder again, the silver bell in her hair rang softly.
"Brother, do you still want to save him?"
His voice was very soft and a little coquettish, as if he was a mountain goblin bewitching a passing scholar.
A light breeze blew through the bamboo forest, and the rustling sound drowned out the two people's breathing.
The red snake Gu came out from Jinchen's wrist at some point, moved between their clasped wrists, moved onto Nan Yixing's arm, and finally moved slowly around Nan Yixing's neck.
The snake's tongue would occasionally brush against his Adam's apple, leaving wet marks.
Nan Yixing's breathing stagnated slightly, his back was stretched straight, but he forced himself not to dodge.
Jinchen's eyes were fixed on his face.
"Brother is afraid of snakes, I found out."
A mischievous light flashed in his purple eyes, and the red snake rubbed Nan Yixing's chin gently with its head as if it had received an order.
"My brother's skin is smoother than the finest mutton-fat jade."
Jinchen chuckled, his fingertips sliding across his lips faintly, as if he could resonate with the snake poison.
When the snake's tongue swept across his neck again, Nan Yixing finally couldn't help but tilt his head.
This subtle evasive movement made Jinchen laugh even more happily, and the red snake became more aggressive and drilled into his collar.
"Young Master." Nan Yixing's voice was slightly hoarse, and his fingertips had already pinched the silver needle.
Jinchen suddenly moved closer, "What are you afraid of? It won't really bite you."
Then he reached out and tapped the red snake's head, "Right."
The red snake seemed to understand and actually opened its mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, and gently touched Nan Yixing's collarbone.
Then she rubbed her head against his cheek as if to please him.
Nan Yixing suddenly took out the needle.
The moment the silver needle broke through the air and pierced into the Hegu acupoint, Jinchen suddenly lost all his strength and fell into Nan Yixing's arms as if his bones were pulled out.
"Young Master." Nan Yixing's voice was filled with warning, but his hands had to support his sliding waist.
Jinchen rested his forehead on his shoulder, and the hem of her purple gauze dress wrapped around their calves like a carefully woven net.
The red snake swam slowly from Nan Yixing's neck back to its owner's wrist, and before leaving, it did not forget to sweep across his Adam's apple with the tip of its tail.
Jinchen looked up at him. "Brother, your needlework is amazing."
He deliberately sprayed his breath on the other person's suddenly beating neck pulse, "It made his muscles and bones numb."
Nan Yixing lowered his eyes and looked at the naughty boy in his arms, with half a silver needle still pinched on his fingertips, but he paused when he met the pair of smiling purple eyes.
"Hey, I'm out of energy."
Jinchen pushed forward with all his weight, "I need you to hold me."
Nan Yixing: “…”
The bamboo leaves made a rustling sound under my feet, and in the distance I could hear the sound of copper bells from the villagers calling the young master.
