Chapter 2385: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 28
Jinchen carried the human-shaped ice sculpture back to the remote courtyard and threw it into the side room.
The ice hit the ground with a dull thud.
He patted the non-existent cold air from his hands and waved insincerely at the pair of eyes in the ice sculpture that were staring at each other, almost spitting fire.
"Just stay calm tonight, and the ice will melt tomorrow."
After saying that, Jinchen ignored the silent roar in the ice sculpture and slipped away without looking back. His figure blended into the night and headed straight for the bamboo forest cottage.
Pushing open the familiar bamboo door, the warm yellow candlelight flickers.
As expected, Xie Qingmo was already on the side of the bed, wearing only a plain white shirt, with his black hair spread out on the pillow. His cold profile looked particularly gentle in the light and shadow.
He seemed to have waited for a while, and when he heard the noise, his eyelashes moved slightly, but he did not open his eyes.
Jinchen quickly took off his outer robe and crawled into the bed like a nimble fish, bringing with him the cool breath of night dew.
He leaned over and kissed Xie Qingmo's slightly cold cheek loudly, "I'm back."
Xie Qingmo closed his eyes, but his body spontaneously shrank into Jinchen's warm arms. He found a comfortable position and rested his forehead on Jinchen's neck.
Jinchen contentedly folded his arms, pulled the man into his arms, rubbed his chin against his soft head, and had a good night's sleep.
The next morning.
"Ah sneeze!!!"
The door of the wing room was suddenly pushed open. Li Wufeng was wrapped in a thick blanket, his face was blue, and there were still ice chips on the ends of his hair. He rushed out while sneezing and shouting at the empty yard.
"Sword Spirit! Jinchen! Come out to me! You..."
"Jinchen is not here." A cold voice sounded behind him.
Li Wufeng turned back suddenly.
I saw Xie Qingmo standing on the bluestone path in the courtyard without knowing when. His white clothes were whiter than snow, and the morning light outlined his clear and elegant figure. He looked at me calmly.
"What do you want from Jinchen?"
"..." Li Wufeng felt a little breathless under that gaze, but he couldn't lose his dignity as a demon king. He stiffened his neck and said, "Of course I have something to do with him! What does it have to do with you?"
Xie Qingmo's expression didn't change at all, his voice became even colder, "If you don't tell me why you want to see him, don't even think about seeing him today."
Li Wufeng: “???”
He simply couldn't believe his ears. When did the righteous monks become so domineering and unreasonable? Even more arrogant than the demons.
Li Wufeng was so angry that he wanted to jump up and down, but looking at Xie Qingmo's attitude, he gritted his teeth.
"It's... it's about Liu Qingcheng. Jinchen asked me about his strange behavior during cultivation before. I remember it now."
Xie Qingmo's eyes narrowed slightly: "Speak."
Li Wufeng looked around warily before moving closer.
"Every time that guy practices alone, especially when he regulates his breathing, a very strange aura will linger around his dantian. It's not demonic energy, nor is it the pure spiritual energy you cultivators have! It's a kind of... weird, sticky aura that's like a living thing!"
"He was also very nervous, and every time he practiced, he would set up many restrictions. I discovered this by accident."
After listening to this, Xie Qingmo was silent for a moment.
A thought quietly passed out from the sea of consciousness.
Not long after, footsteps were heard from the other end of the bamboo forest path.
Jinchen's figure appeared in the morning light, wearing a black robe and a ponytail, looking energetic.
He stretched lazily as he walked, "Hey, the devil is thawed? Looking for me..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Wufeng's eyes lit up instantly when he saw him, and the shivering and frustrated look on his face just now disappeared.
Xie Qingmo noticed that his eyes dimmed slightly, and the fingers hanging by his side curled up slightly.
"Brother! Master Sword Spirit!"
Just at this time, Lan Yi, Xing Yan and Shi Yan also came over together.
Jinchen raised his eyebrows, walked to Xie Qingmo, and hugged his thin waist, "What's wrong?"
Li Wufeng immediately repeated what he had just said to Xie Qingmo.
Jinchen stroked his chin, thinking: "... sticky like a living thing... no wonder."
He looked at Xie Qingmo, "I said that he was still alive and kicking after I stabbed his heart that day. It turns out that the fatal point is not in the heart meridian at all. The source of his strange self-healing ability is probably the living thing in his dantian."
When Xing Yan heard this, he blurted out, "That's easy! When he's not paying attention, dig out his Dantian and you'll know what it is."
Shi Yan beside him nodded vigorously, his honest face full of agreement, and his tone was extremely serious, "Yes! I think Third Senior Brother is right!"
Li Wufeng: …!!!
He silently wrapped the blanket tightly around himself, took a deep breath, and looked at the righteous monks in front of him.
It's so scary, a thousand times more simple and brutal than the demons killing people and stealing treasures!
Jinchen was just about to nod in agreement with Xingyan's simple idea when he suddenly noticed that Xie Qingmo beside him was unusually silent.
He turned his head in confusion: "Xie Qingmo? What do you think..."
However, when Xie Qingmo looked at him, he frowned and quickly looked away, leaving only his profile.
Jinchen:? Something is wrong.
He sent away the noisy Li Wufeng and his fellow disciples who were discussing plans.
Jinchen immediately followed Xie Qingmo, who walked alone into the depths of the bamboo forest, as if he wanted to relax by practicing swordplay.
He walked backwards in front of Xie Qingmo, tilted his head, and stared at Xie Qingmo's lowered eyes, "Xie Qingmo, Xie Qingmo? Speak, what's wrong with you, tell me."
Xie Qingmo paused as he walked and swung his sword, and the sword energy made neat cuts on the bamboo leaves.
He pursed his lips, but still couldn't help it, and asked in a cold and tense voice.
"Li Wufeng treated you..."
Before he finished speaking, Jinchen was stunned at first, then he blinked and couldn't help laughing.
Before Xie Qingmo could react, he grabbed his waist and pressed him against the bamboo behind him.
Jinchen came very close, his warm breath brushing Xie Qingmo's ear, and said jokingly, "So you are jealous, Xie Qingmo."
Xie Qingmo refused to admit it, "Nonsense."
"Well…"
The unfinished words were blocked by Jinchen's kiss.
Jinchen's kiss was just like him, tough and passionate, conquering cities and territories, forcefully declaring sovereignty.
It was not until Xie Qingmo's breathing became unstable that he stepped back a little, his eyes full of smiles and cherishment.
He took Xie Qingmo's hand and pressed his fingertips on the left side of his chest where his heart was.
Boom, boom, boom.
Through the thin fabric, the heartbeat was transmitted to Xie Qingmo's fingertips, again and again, steady and hot.
Xie Qingmo couldn't help but press it a little tighter.
"Do you feel it?"
Jinchen's voice became low and he looked into the surging emotions in Xie Qingmo's eyes.
"Xie Qingmo, I exist because of you, and my heart beats because of you. This is a symbiotic relationship that transcends all else."
The wind blows through the bamboo forest.
The strong heartbeat under Xie Qingmo's fingertips was like the hottest oath crashing into the lake of his heart.
He withdrew his hand, put his arm around Jinchen's neck, tilted his head back and kissed the corner of his lips.
"I know, but this... is not under my control." Xie Qingmo murmured softly.
From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.
Jin Chen seemed to understand what was unsaid. He leaned against Xie Qingmo's forehead and rubbed his nose against his. "Obviously, you are the one who should be the most confident."
[The villain's heart rate is detected +9, totaling 70! 】
