Chapter 2374: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 17

The noise and blood at the bottom of the Cliff of Broken Souls were left far behind.

Xing Yan and the other two surrounded Jin Chen as if they were surrounding some rare treasure.

Xing Yan circled around Jin Chen, exclaiming in amazement, "Alive! It really is a living sword spirit! Second Senior Brother, your sword is too magical!"

Shi Yan naively tried to reach out and touch the sleeve of Jinchen's black robe, but Jinchen glanced at him and he drew his hand back awkwardly.

Although Lan Yi was a bit reserved, her eyes always lingered on Jinchen, full of inquiry and admiration.

Jinchen felt uncomfortable being stared at by these three people. His brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, and he couldn't move his feet.

He looked helplessly at Xie Qingmo, who was sitting by the window and slowly wiping the Chen Sword. There was a rare sense of frustration in his voice, and the ending tone was drawn out, "Xie Qingmo..."

Xie Qingmo looked up when he heard the voice, and seeing Jinchen's embarrassed look of being surrounded, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and a faint smile appeared between his cold eyebrows.

He put down his sword, stood up and walked over, took Jinchen's wrist, and gently pulled him to his side.

"All right."

Xing Yan looked at the two people holding hands, and then at Jin Chen's face which relaxed instantly. He suddenly seemed to remember something, and slapped his forehead fiercely, and said loudly to Lan Yi beside him: "Ah! I remember! Fourth Junior Sister! Isn't it often said in those storybooks you read? There is a life contract between the sword spirit and the sword master. The sword spirit cannot leave the sword master! It's best for them to be together all the time, inseparable!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Chen straightened his back and looked at Xie Qingmo confidently, "The book is right! Xie Qingmo, did you hear that?"

Xie Qingmo pinched his brows helplessly and glanced at him, "Isn't that what you are doing now?"

She has been relying on him since she was born, sleeping in the same bed with him and never leaving his side. Isn't that inseparable enough?

Jin Chen was choked and was about to refute, but suddenly he sensed something and placed his palm on Xie Qingmo's Dantian, "Xie Qingmo, you are about to break through."

"What?" Xie Qingmo was also stunned.

He had used all his strength to activate the sword intent when he killed the big monster just now, and coupled with the fluctuations in his mood over the past few days, the spiritual energy in his body had already become restless. When Jin Chen pointed it out, he suddenly realized the surging power in his dantian like a tsunami.

"Breakthrough!" Xing Yan exclaimed. The excitement on his face instantly disappeared, leaving only anxiety. "A breakthrough in the late Jindan stage is no small matter. The spiritual energy here is mixed, and there are so many cultivators whose backgrounds are unknown. It's too dangerous."

"Second Senior Brother, you have to return to Tianyan Sect to break through."

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Yun Che walked in, supporting Liu Qingcheng, who was still pale and holding his chest.

Yun Che's eyes were complicated, filled with deep guilt and hesitation, as if he wanted to say something to Xie Qingmo.

"Qing Mo, I..."

However, before he could finish his words, Jin Chen had already grabbed Xie Qingmo's wrist, and without even looking at Yun Che and Liu Qingcheng, he dragged Xie Qingmo to the room upstairs, muttering as he walked, "Don't play with them, Xie Qingmo, it's unlucky."

Yun Che watched the two people disappear at the stairs quickly. His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and eventually turned into a heavy, bitter sigh.

He turned to look at Liu Qingcheng beside him, and the heavy doubts and pain in his heart became even heavier.

The door of the upstairs room was closed by Jinchen.

Just as Xie Qingmo stood still and before he had time to say anything, he was gently pulled into an embrace filled with the sharp sword energy and the warmth of a young man's body.

Jinchen held him in his arms very gently.

Xie Qingmo was slightly startled, then relaxed, buried his face in Jinchen's neck, closed his eyes, "Thank you."

Jinchen leaned lazily against the wall beside the door, allowing Xie Qingmo to hold him.

He lowered his head slightly, the corner of his lips touching the top of Xie Qingmo's head, "Xie Qingmo, I don't want to hear this."

Xie Qingmo raised his head, stepped back a little, and looked at Jinchen's handsome face which was filled with a bit of dissatisfaction and expectation.

He curved his eyebrows, smiled lightly, and asked, "So what do you want to hear?"

Jinchen moved closer, with the tip of his nose almost touching Xie Qingmo's. He lowered his voice, which was a bit hoarse and seductive, and carried a self-righteous demand.

"Good brother."

Xie Qingmo's ears turned slightly red, and the words of rejection circled on the tip of his tongue. He raised his hand and gently rubbed Jinchen's soft head with gentle movements.

"Ah."

Jinchen: "..."

Jinchen felt his heart itching and pinched Xie Qingmo's slightly red cheek, speaking with a vicious and threatening tone.

"Do you believe me or not..."

Xie Qingmo was pinched on the face by him, but he didn't struggle. He just raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Beat me?"

Jinchen pinched her cheek with a little force, "Kiss you."

Xie Qingmo: “…”

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The blood on Xie Qingmo's face instantly spread to his neck, "Jinchen!"

Before he finished speaking, Jinchen had already answered him with practical actions.

This kiss was filled with the recklessness typical of a young person, leaving Xie Qingmo no chance to refuse or escape.

However, Jinchen's outrage went far beyond this.

The pair of hands belonging to the sword spirit, with a cool touch like jade, flexibly slipped into Xie Qingmo's slightly opened collar.

The slightly cool palm pressed against Xie Qingmo's warm and firm waist skin without any obstruction.

Xie Qingmo's whole body trembled violently.

Then, Jinchen's whisper with a hot breath sounded beside his sensitive ear again, with fatal temptation and coquettish intimacy.

"Xie Qingmo, my good brother..."

The cold fingers slowly stroked his waist, and the heat by his ears made Xie Qingmo tremble uncontrollably.

He could barely stand and could only subconsciously grab Jinchen's arm, his voice breaking.

"Jinchen... let go, be good..."

Jinchen raised his eyes and looked at Xie Qingmo's tightly closed eyes, his violently trembling eyelashes, and the crimson corners of his eyes. A smile of triumph flashed in his eyes, and finally he did as he was told, slowly loosened his hand, and took a step back.

"...Okay." He seemed to be a little unsatisfied.

The restraints were released, the cold touch was gone, and Xie Qingmo seemed to have regained the ability to breathe.

He leaned against the wall behind him, his head slightly tilted back, his chest heaving, the bright red at the corners of his eyes had not yet faded, and his rapid breathing was particularly clear in the silent room.

He looked at Jinchen, who had an innocent and slightly complacent look on his face, and his heart felt like it was hit hard by something.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +6, totaling 31! 】