Chapter 2369: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 12

Xie Qingmo took the talisman and walked in front of Yun Che and the other three, handing it out. “The training is coming up soon, so here are some defensive talismans and mind-clearing talismans, just in case.”

The four of them were stunned for a moment, then took the talisman.

He looked at Xie Qingmo's calm profile, then turned his head to look at Liu Qingcheng who was happily biting a spiritual fruit and playing with the beautiful dagger that Xing Yan had just paid for...

Yun Che’s heart seemed to be cleared of mist by the sharp sword again, and he held the talisman tightly.

Xing Yan held the talisman, his face a little red, and silently put away the dagger.

Shi Yan treasured the talisman and put it in his arms, smiling innocently, "Thank you, Second Senior Brother!"

Liu Qingcheng's expression had already become somewhat ugly, with a forced smile on his face, his eyes filled with embarrassment and resentment of being ignored in public.

Liu Qingcheng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and put on a tearful expression again, "Second Brother... why... why is there no one for me? Do you... still don't want to be with me?"

He tried to stir up the sympathy of Yun Che and others and the indifference of Xie Qingmo again, and pointed the spearhead at Xie Qingmo.

However, this time, the effect was far less than before.

Yun Che frowned as he looked at Liu Qingcheng’s familiar expression. He had never felt so dazzled and exhausted before.

He was silent for a moment, and did not immediately offer words of comfort. He took out a jade spiritual tool with a warm color and cloud patterns from his storage bag. It was obtained when he was exorcising a demon before, and he had never been willing to use it.

He handed it to Xie Qingmo, "Qingmo, this spiritual weapon has the effect of clearing the mind and concentrating the spirit. Since your Chen Sword has spiritual power, perhaps it can be used."

Seeing this, Xing Yan quickly groped in his arms, took out the treasure he had bought before, and stuffed it into Xie Qingmo's hand.

"Second Brother! This is for you! Hang it on the hilt of your sword, and mosquitoes will definitely not dare to get close to your sword!"

Although the item is not expensive, the thought is sincere.

And it is related to Chen Sword, Second Senior Brother will definitely accept it!

Xie Qingmo: “…”

"Thank you." So why did the mosquito approach the sword...

Shi Yan also naively handed over the sugar cake he had just received, which was not even warm yet, "Second Brother, eat the sugar cake! It's sweet!"

Lan Yi didn't say anything, just looked at Xie Qingmo, then looked at Liu Qingcheng whose face was completely frozen, and shook her head gently.

The grievance on Liu Qingcheng's face completely froze.

He couldn't believe it. He had tried so hard to sow discord, but the situation still turned out like this.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -2, totaling 52! 】

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Summer nights were already hot and humid, and because of the demon, the entire Zhulian Town felt like it was in a steamer. There was not a breath of wind in the air. The sticky heat waves carried the faint demonic aura from the distant mountains and forests, pressing heavily on the simple room of the inn.

The windows were wide open, but not a single bit of cool air got in. There was only the annoying chirping of insects and a faint evil aura in the distance.

Xie Qingmo sat cross-legged on the hard bed, trying to meditate and regulate his breathing. However, beads of sweat kept oozing out of his forehead, sliding down the cold side lines of his face, and wetting the collar of his snow-white clothes. The spiritual power in his body was also sluggish and dry, and he couldn't calm down at all.

It’s sad that the Sect Master said that the big monster is difficult to deal with, but it’s just that the monster’s energy is suppressing it, and even the Jindan stage cultivators can’t calm down.

The light and shadow moved slightly, and Jinchen's figure took shape beside the bed.

He was only wearing a thin plain shirt, with the collar open, revealing his clearly defined collarbone. His hair was wet with sweat, with a few strands sticking to his smooth forehead and flushed cheeks.

"Huh... It's so hot..." Jinchen complained while fanning himself with his hands in an ungraceful manner, his eyes fixed on Xie Qingmo who was meditating with his eyes closed.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his mind moved slightly.

hum.

Xie Qingmo’s sea of consciousness vibrated.

A strong feeling of dryness and heat instantly swept over him. It was not only the stuffiness in the room, but also the breath of Jinchen, which was sticky with sweat and clearly transmitted to his skin, as if he was in a steamer.

Xie Qingmo could even feel the cool touch of Jinchen's thin undershirt, which was soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin.

it's wired.

Too intimate, indescribable, an ambiguous and sticky feeling that penetrates into the bone marrow.

Xie Qingmo's breath choked, and he opened his eyes instantly as if he was scalded, his brows furrowed, and he almost instinctively wanted to forcibly cut off the empathy.

"Don't disconnect." Jin Chen seemed to have expected it. He tilted his body and leaned over without saying a word, almost sticking to Xie Qingmo's stiff arm. His warm breath with sweat brushed across Xie Qingmo's sensitive neck, and his voice was deliberately drawn out with laziness, hoarseness and grievance.

"Xie Qingmo, I'm dying of heat. You should be cooler." He rubbed against Xie Qingmo again.

Xie Qingmo: “…”

Xie Qingmo's body was as tense as a rock.

Pushing him away seemed like making a fuss over nothing, after all, Jinchen was doing it under the guise of "cooling down".

If you don't push it away, the double sensory impact brought by the tight fit and empathy is even more painful than torture.

He could clearly feel the warmth of Jinchen's body, but he could only sit there stiffly, enduring the panic.

Jinchen leaned on his stiff shoulder, and noticing Xie Qingmo's rare embarrassment, he took advantage of it and rubbed his slightly hot cheek with his nose tip intentionally or unintentionally.

With a jerk, Xie Qingmo stood up abruptly and distanced himself from Jinchen as if escaping.

He turned his back to Jinchen and calmed his overly disordered breathing and heartbeat.

Jinchen was almost knocked over by his sudden movement.

"Thank you Qingmo!"

Xie Qingmo didn't look back. He quickly took out a few cooling talismans from his arms, turned around, and without even looking at Jinchen's accusing eyes, he raised his hand and slapped it on Jinchen's forehead.

The cool talisman paper stuck on the hot forehead instantly brought a refreshing coolness and dispelled some of the heat.

Jinchen squinted comfortably.

"Don't move." Xie Qingmo's voice was forced to be slightly hoarse, and his eyes deliberately avoided Jinchen's face, which was mostly covered by the talisman paper, making it look a little funny and pitiful.

Jin Chen raised his hand and touched the cold talisman paper on his forehead, feeling the strands of spiritual power that dispelled the heat. He then looked at Xie Qingmo's face, which was pretending to be cold but actually had blushing ears, and the corners of his mouth curved into a triumphant arc.

Jinchen responded with a drawn-out tone, "Oh...I see."

Then, he really sat cross-legged, holding the talisman paper, like a handsome Buddha with a seal on it.

But before he could stay still for long, Jinchen raised his hand and tore off the cooling talisman on his forehead that had lost its effect. He threw it away casually, and the talisman paper fell lightly to the ground.

He raised his eyes to the window.

Xie Qingmo was standing with his back to the window, his white clothes fluttering slightly in the night wind, and the moonlight outlining his thin and tall figure.

There was a cunning flash in Jinchen's eyes. He moved over quietly, and silently got close to Xie Qingmo like a cat, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Thank you Qingmo."

Xie Qingmo paused slightly when he was pressed down. He hummed softly but did not dodge.

The moonlight from the window shone on the two of them, casting overlapping shadows on the ground.

"Kill the monster tomorrow," Jin Chen said with a hint of disgust, "Don't get me covered in blood."

As he spoke, he deliberately rubbed Xie Qingmo's shoulder.

Xie Qingmo: “…”

He turned his head and glanced at Jinchen unhappily, his eyes clearly saying: What nonsense are you talking about again.

Jinchen met his gaze and blinked confidently, "I'm serious, blood is fishy and sticky, it's very uncomfortable."

"You're so troublesome." Xie Qingmo finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"Who made me your master?" Jinchen replied.

Xie Qingmo's ears became hot from being rubbed by him, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised his hand to push him away.

"sleep."

Jin Chen was not annoyed when being pushed away, but smiled even more happily. He took two steps back, got on the bed and took the middle position. He even deliberately rolled up the thin blanket over himself, only revealing his eyes and looking at Xie Qingmo, "Okay, come up and sleep."

Xie Qingmo stood beside the bed, looking at Jinchen's rogue appearance, and the corner of his eye twitched.

Under the moonlight, the lines of his profile seemed to soften a little. In the end, he just sighed lightly and lay on the outside of the bed with his clothes on, deliberately keeping a distance from Jinchen.

…Although according to past experience, the distance will disappear when I wake up tomorrow morning.

The next day is dawn.

Jinchen was awakened by the fluctuation of spiritual power. He opened his eyes in confusion and looked outside. It was the stone that Xie Qingmo bought yesterday.

[Oh! The stone is about to...hatch! ]

It turned out to be an egg!