Chapter 2384: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 27
Xie Qingmo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his cold eyes were filled with tears. He admitted his mistake in a low voice: "...Okay, okay...I was wrong...I shouldn't have concealed it from you today, and I shouldn't have...made you worry."
He tilted his neck back and felt Jinchen's dense kisses on his neck and collarbone, the itch making his heart tremble.
It also made Xie Qingmo realize very clearly that he was more attached to and longed for this closeness than he had imagined.
Xie Qingmo took a deep breath and finally spoke out the words from the deepest part of his heart.
"I am attracted to you, Jinchen."
"Now that I've been moved, my heart... can no longer tolerate the ruthless and heartless way of severing feelings and desires."
As soon as the words fell, silence fell in the bamboo house.
Jinchen raised his head and looked at Xie Qingmo, whose eyelashes trembled slightly and who finally revealed his true feelings, and chuckled softly a few times.
He lowered his head and kissed Xie Qingmo on his slightly open lips.
"I like you too, Xie Qingmo."
Jinchen pulled out Xie Qingmo's belt again and repeated, "I like it the most."
Xie Qingmo's wrists were bruised and he felt uncomfortable. He turned his head and rubbed Jinchen's neck, "Let me go..."
"No." Jinchen avoided his hand and continued kissing.
Xie Qingmo groaned, and thought for a moment, "I want to hold you."
Jinchen looked into his eyes and untied the sword tassel the next second.
The tassels of the sword swayed gently, reflecting the moonlight coming in from the window and the overlapping figures on the bed.
There are also two hearts that finally meet each other honestly and rely closely on each other.
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The next morning, Xie Qingmo took Jinchen to the master's hall.
The sandalwood incense was curling in the hall, and the sect leader was reviewing the jade slips.
"Qingmo, you're here." The sect master put down the jade slip and looked at Xie Qingmo. "It just so happens that I want to hear your thoughts on your future practice. You should continue to comprehend the ruthless Dao Heart Method. After all, you have an outstanding talent..."
Xie Qingmo stood straight, his white clothes still cool and simple, but less lonely than before.
He was silent for a moment, then reached out and tightly held Jinchen's hand.
Jinchen was looking at the reliefs on the jade pillars in the hall out of boredom when he was suddenly held. He was stunned at first, then the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, and his fingertips gently scratched Xie Qingmo's palm.
Xie Qing looked at the surprised Sect Master and said, "Reporting to the Sect Master, this disciple...will not practice the Way of Mercy anymore."
"What?" The sect master was really surprised. "Qing Mo, you said before that the ruthless way is most in line with your character. Only by focusing on it can you reach the ultimate state. I am still waiting for you to break through the Nascent Soul stage, and then I will teach you the supreme mental method."
"Qingmo...is already moved." Xie Qingmo said.
The sect leader looked at him in astonishment, then looked at his sword spirit.
Jinchen: "I am the one he is attracted to. Are you dissatisfied?"
Sect Leader: “…” He actually wouldn’t dare.
"……I see."
The sect leader sighed with a complicated feeling, took out a jade token with a warm luster from his sleeve, and pushed it in front of Xie Qingmo.
"There are three thousand great ways, and they are all in the mind. In this case, as long as you have a clear conscience, that's all." The sect leader's tone softened, "Keep this jade token."
Xie Qingmo looked at the jade token that was lost and found again, and took it solemnly, "Thank you, Sect Master."
Leaving the main hall, the sun was shining brightly.
Jinchen was in a good mood and walked with energy. Just as he was about to pull Xie Qingmo aside to say something, the black sound transmission note on his waist suddenly moved.
Then, the obvious voice of a young boy exploded.
"Hey! Jinchen! Sword Spirit! Come and save me! What's wrong with this broken body! Why do I suddenly... seem to have grown up a little! That lunatic Liu Qingcheng... ah!"
The words stopped abruptly.
Jinchen: "...Huh."
【Eh, eh.】Zero rolls.
Jin Chen tore off the sound transmission note and stuffed it into his sleeve, then turned to Xie Qingmo and spoke quickly, "It's that unlucky demon king. It sounds like Liu Qingcheng is causing trouble again. I'm going to get him out. Go back to the Bamboo Forest Cottage and wait for me. Don't run around."
Before he finished speaking, he quickly kissed Xie Qingmo on the slightly cold cheek. Before Xie Qingmo could react, only a few wisps of sword intent were left in the place.
Xie Qingmo stood there, and the place on his cheek where he was kissed still seemed to have a soft touch.
He raised his hand, lightly touched that place with his fingertips, then turned and walked towards the bamboo forest.
Jinchen appeared in the back mountain of Wulai Peak.
The air was filled with an extremely sweet, dizzying fragrance, like the scent of ten cans of cheap perfume powder mixed with some aphrodisiac flowers and herbs.
The smell made Jinchen pinch his nose immediately.
What a brutal killing move!
The scene before my eyes was even more bizarre.
In the open space outside the confinement room, a young man who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old had his back to him. He was still a little thin. It was the Demon King Li Wufeng who had been forced to grow up a little.
At this moment, he was holding on to the rocks beside him. His steps were unsteady, and he staggered backwards repeatedly, breathing rapidly.
Opposite him, Liu Qingcheng was becoming more and more beautiful, exuding a sickening sweet aura, and was approaching step by step.
"Fuck! Don't come over here!" Li Wufeng tried hard to show the majesty of a demon king, but because of the abnormality of his body, he seemed weak inside.
"Liu Qingcheng! How dare you... use such a filthy thing on me! I will... I will..."
Li Wufeng was dizzy from the sweet smell, and the remaining power of the barrier blocked his magic power. Seeing that Liu Qingcheng's hand was about to touch him, he was so anxious that he almost cried. He caught a glimpse of Jinchen who suddenly appeared from the corner of his eye, as if he saw a savior, "Sword Spirit! You finally... hurry up! Make him unconscious! This lunatic... he, he did... that... something to me!"
The last few words were so embarrassing and infuriating that they were hard to say.
Jinchen: "..."
It’s not that I don’t want to save him, it’s just that it’s impossible to do anything.
He rummaged in his arms, took out Xie Qingmo's belt, and tied it around his nose.
Then, without hesitation, he pointed his finger like a sword, and the condensed sword energy accurately hit the back of Liu Qingcheng's neck.
He rushed over and started beating people.
Jinchen just didn't believe that if he couldn't kill Liu Qingcheng, he couldn't beat this disgusting bastard into paralysis.
The danger was over, Li Wufeng's tense nerves relaxed, and the evil fire instantly grew like weeds.
He just felt hot all over and his vision started to blur.
Looking at Jinchen, who was standing tall and with a clear breath a few steps away, he seemed to see a piece of ten thousand year old ice walking.
"Jin...Jinchen..."
Li Wufeng's eyes were hazy and distracted. He staggered two steps towards Jinchen. His body became weak uncontrollably and he almost fell to his knees. "Help...help me...I feel...I feel so bad..."
He stretched out his hand, as if trying to grab the corner of Jinchen's clothes.
Jinchen threw the unconscious Liu Qingcheng to the ground, and looking at the little devil's lustful and unconscious appearance, he felt goosebumps all over the floor.
He took three steps back without hesitation, keeping an absolutely safe distance between himself and Li Wufeng, and then snapped his fingers very decisively.
An extremely cold air instantly enveloped Li Wufeng.
In the blink of an eye, thick ice quickly spread from the soles of his feet, instantly freezing Li Wufeng into a lifelike ice sculpture.
Even the blurred blush on his face and his outstretched hand were frozen in the ice, leaving only his two round eyes that could move slightly through the ice.
The world is finally clean.
Jinchen then let out a long sigh and walked around the ice sculpture, "Well, stay calm."
He poked the ice, "Stop you from doing anything that would bring shame to the demon world. Thank me when you sober up."
Li Wufeng in the ice sculpture: "..."
Thank you big head ghost!!!
I want you to be the antidote! I don't want you to be frozen!
