Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 138 The Immortal on the Cloud (21)

Mingcen is still trapped in the terrifying nightmare.

For a while, it was the seriously injured Zhaoling Immortal Venerable, and for a while, it was Jin Muyi lying in a pool of blood.

There was also Ci Jing's dark and indifferent eyes, and the seductive voice echoed in his ears over and over again.

"Leave it to me...Leave it to me..."

"You come here and you won't be in pain anymore."

There seemed to be countless hands pushing her behind her, forcing her to move forward.

The amber eyes gradually became hollow, as if someone controlled the body, one step, two steps...

Another "Ming Cen" not far away had a smile on his face, and his hoarse voice seduced: "Good boy, come to me."

The fingertips trembled slightly, slowly and stiffly raised, and put into the man's hand little by little.

Just when they were about to meet—

"Cen Cen, wake up, wake up..."

Ming Cen's hand stopped suddenly, and his dilated eyes gradually became clear.

Suddenly, the demon's expression became ferocious, and his clawed hand suddenly attacked Ming Cen!

"Go away!!"

Ming Cen completely woke up from the nightmare, his chest heaved violently, and his whole body was terribly cold.

"Little five!"

Seeing that Ming Cen woke up, Zhao Ling and Jin Muyi were overjoyed.

"Xianjun, how do you feel?"

Pulling away a little distance from her, the boy lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Suddenly, Ci Jing's sleeves were tightly grasped, and Ming Cen tried his best to suppress his emotions: "Master...you go out first, is that okay?"

Ming Cen's face was terribly pale, almost bloodless, and the broken hair at the temples was wet with cold sweat, sticking to her face, making her look extraordinarily weak.

Zhao Ling was taken aback for a moment, but when he saw the young man's sleeve being grabbed, he hesitated for a moment, and then sighed: "Then master and brother leave first, you calm down. If there is anything, you must remember to tell us."

The latter sentence was naturally spoken to Ci Jing, and Ci Jing understood it, and nodded slightly at them: "Disciple understands."

The door was closed, and only the two of them were left in the room.

Ci Jing took the sweat towel from the side and gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, but Ming Cen tilted his head, his long eyelashes drooping, casting a faint shadow under his eyes, making it difficult for people to see her emotions clearly .

The boy's hand holding the sweat towel tightened, and the movement that he wanted to get close to her froze abruptly: "Isn't it..."

Before the words of “sorry” were fully uttered, the person who had been silent all this time suddenly leaned over. The drowning person seemed to have grabbed the driftwood floating on the water, and hugged the frozen boy tightly.

"Ci Jing...Ci Jing, hug me, hug me..." The scorching breath fluttered more and more heavily on the boy's exposed white neck, and the person in his arms was trembling all over, desperately burying his head on your neck.

The young man's thin and big palm lightly stroked Ming Cen's thin back, and the other hand pressed her waist, slowly retracting his strength, and hugged her into his arms, the clamoring heartbeat was deafening.

Ci Jing lowered his head, gently pressed his chin against the top of Ming Cen's hair, and comforted him gently: "It's okay, I'm here."

Don't be afraid, I'm always here.

This gentle consolation didn't seem to have any effect, on the contrary, it made Ming Cen's desperately suppressed emotions surge like a flood.

His chest was broad and warm, and his bony hand patted his back lightly, and his breath was filled with the fresh and reassuring breath of a young man.

Ming Cen collapsed in an instant, big teardrops rolled down from those amber eyes, and wet the youth's fair skin.

"I had a dream... I saw that person killed the senior brother and the senior sister..."

Ming Cen was speechless and his voice trembled: "She killed many people... and tortured you... I couldn't stop her, I could only watch her do those things. Everyone hated me and cursed me to die a good death. , but I didn't do it, obviously I didn't do it... But they all hate me, and you hate me too..."

The thin person in her arms kept trembling, holding him tightly, the water in her eyes reflected her panic, her lips were pale: "I didn't do it, no...no..."

"I know it's not you, I know." Ci Jing raised Ming Cen's pale face full of tears, brushed away his warm eyes, put the tip of his nose against hers, and said in a low voice, "I believe you , it’s not your fault...it’s not your fault..."

Don't cry, okay?
I failed to protect you.

Seeing Ming Cen's eye circles were red and he couldn't help crying, Ci Jing's heart seemed to be gouged out alive.

He couldn't see this person's tears, but he couldn't tell her that this was just a dream, it was fake, and the dream was the opposite of reality.

It's the same as stabbing her with a knife.

Because she will suffer even more when she is exposed.

His Yunshangxian has never been a cowardly person who would avoid facing troubles.

She is braver than anyone.

……

...

"Xianjun, do you want my disciple to wipe your face?"

Ming Cen's emotions gradually calmed down under the comfort of Ci Jing, and at this time he was leaning against the young man's warm arms as if he had lost his strength, and was patted on the back by him.

"I, I can just come by myself..." Ming Cen, who recovered from his senses, was even more ashamed by the obviously hoarse voice, and subconsciously buried his face in the boy's arms.

Then, as if he remembered something, his movements suddenly froze.

Seeing her embarrassed look, Ci Jing smiled softly: "It's okay, disciples don't mind it, just wash it when the time comes."

Ming Cen withdrew from his embrace stiffly, and the blush on his face didn't know whether it was from crying just now or from embarrassment: "Thank you..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the glistening wetness on the young man's white robe, Ming Cen's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head vainly.

I don't dare to look at him.

Ci Jing refused to let her hide, put one arm on the edge of the bed, leaned over to look: "Are you going to hide from the disciple again?"

"No!" Ming Cen raised his head reflexively, and suddenly there was an abnormal touch on his lips, both of them were taken aback.

Ming Cen stared blankly at the young man's slender fingers caressing the place where her lips touched just now, the thin red lips were slightly hooked, and the delicate face was coated with a bit of hazy meaning by this gentle smile, making it even more so. One cannot look away.

Ci Jing's long eyelashes like crow's feathers hooked slightly, and the distance between his eyes and this banished fairy-like person was so close that even each other's breathing could be clearly felt.

The corners of the eyes were still red with light tears, and the amber eyes were motionless. The two lips that had just kissed his chin were slightly opened, revealing some white teeth inside, and the ignorant expression on his face was too obvious Again obvious.

Like a little milk cat who was suddenly frightened.

The smile on the boy's face became more gentle, and he thought, so cute.

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