The leader is merciful, spare the life of the pavilion master

Xue Ce sighed helplessly. Seeing how seriously the other party was counting, he thought that nothing would happen, so he turned around to get the sword and baggage on the table.

It was late at night, and he had to hurry up and get on the road.

A cool night wind blew into the house from the window, Xue Ce had already walked to the door, paused slightly, then turned to look at the person on the bed, wanting to take one last look at him before leaving.

The person on the bed was also looking at him, his face flushed from drunkenness, and the counting hand was still in the air.

"Where are you going?" Song Junchen looked at Xue Ce eagerly and said, with a bit of grievance in his voice.

"Zi Ling." Xue Ce answered truthfully.

"Go for what?"

"Visit Qi'an Villa."

"Why visit it?"

"Crack down on the three sects."

"Who are the three?"

"..."

Xue Ce didn't answer any more, because this was a question from a person whose IQ dropped sharply after being delirious and drunk.

"Pavilion Master Song go to bed early."

After moving his mouth, Xue Ce turned his head after finishing speaking, and reached out to push the door open.

There is no banquet in the world that lasts forever, no matter how reluctant you are, you still have to leave.

"You are not allowed to go!" Song Junchen yelled suddenly, and then rushed towards Xue Ce. However, drunk people are always unsteady on their feet, and he didn't know that he was on the bed at this time. He stepped on the air and fell to the ground. It hit the foot of the bed with a thud.

"Ouch!" Song Junchen sat under the bed, covering his head and yelling in pain.

The corner of Xue Ce's eyes twitched, he quickly put down the things in his hands, and walked quickly to Song Junchen to help him up.

"Are you OK?"

Song Junchen raised his head, covered half of his forehead with one hand, propped his hand on the ground with the other, looked at the other party with tears in his eyes, and said, "Why did you hit me?"

Xue Ce twitched the corner of his mouth, "When did I hit you?"

"Look, it's not you who hit such a big bag!?" Song Junchen immediately removed his hand covering his head, pointing to a big red patch on his forehead and said angrily.

"You hit it yourself." Xue Ce sighed inwardly, if he had known earlier, he would not have let the other party drink.

"Nonsense, I'm not a fool, why did I hit myself?" Song Junchen grabbed Xue Ce's collar and said viciously, "If you dare to hit me, I will make you look good!"

Xue Ce looked at Song Junchen's stupid look at this time, and thought in his heart that he might as well take the opportunity to tease him, so he slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "How good-looking?"

"Naturally rape first and then kill!"

Song Junchen gritted his teeth and said, before the other party could react, he suddenly raised his upper body, opened his mouth and bit that thin lip.

It is indeed biting, and it is not small.

Xue Ce was in pain, but he didn't push him away.

Seeing that the other party didn't resist, Song Junchen pushed him down to the ground, turned over and sat on the other party's body, biting and pulling at the same time.

"I raped you as a living person first, and then raped the dead body several times after I killed you. If I tell you, you still dare to beat me!"

Xue Ce felt the warmth and humidity from his lips, and the weight of someone on his body, his eyes sank, and he held the other's hand that was fumbling around his body, and with a little force, he turned from bottom to top.

"Okay, if you still dare to resist, believe it or not, I'll call someone to rape you in turn!" Song Junchen was obviously pinned down by the other party, but he still "uttered wild words" with a stern look.

The corner of Xue Ce's mouth twitched, he didn't expect to hear such indecent words from such a gentle mouth in his lifetime, it's a good experience tonight.

"You still don't let me go!?" Song Junchen glared at the other party angrily.

"Let's see who raped who." Xue Ce's eyes rose with desire, and he gave back all Song Junchen's behavior to him just now, biting turned into kissing, pulling turned into touching, and the two soon got messy clothes. Lingering together.

There were reverie-inducing voices in the room one after another, the red candle was mostly burned out, and the night wind was blowing with emotion.

"Junchen," Xue Ce buried his head in his hair and whispered, "Junchen."

He was answered by a seductive voice.

Song Junchen had never tasted drunk because he rarely drank.

Headaches are to be expected after waking up from alcohol, but there is still one place on the body that hurts, which is not justified.

So Song Junchen was lying on the bed at this moment, frowning, carefully recalling what happened last night, and then a look of panic appeared on his face, followed by a flush of embarrassment.

He and Xue Ce... It's amazing that two men did such a thing!

Yi Jing suddenly opened the door and walked in, holding porridge and side dishes in her hand.

"Pavilion Master got up really late today." Yi Jing looked meaningfully at Song Junchen who was hugging the quilt, and put down the food in his hand, "It's almost time."

"Where's Xue Ce?" Song Junchen asked hurriedly.He didn't notice that he changed his address to Xue Ce from the three words of Xue Cezhu to directly calling him by his first name.

"Let's go," Yi Jing shrugged, "Isn't he going to Ziling?"

"Let's go!?" Song Junchen was furious after being surprised, and cursed in his heart, this bastard!

"But I haven't been there for long, I guess I just left the city now." Yi Jing said something seemingly absent-minded, looked at the pieces of the wine jar on the ground, and then went to ask someone to clean it.

After seeing Yi Jing walk out, Song Junchen endured some pain and got out of bed in a hurry. When he lowered his head to put on his clothes, he saw the red spots on his body, and his face instantly turned red up to the ears.

He wanted to run away after eating everything, he had never seen such a shameless person!

Song Junchen rushed out, but bumped into Yi Jing again at the gate of the mansion.

Yi Jing led a horse and stood beside the stone lion, grooming the horse. When he saw Song Junchen who was about to leave the mansion in a panic, he smiled brightly and said, "The master is going out?"

"Borrow the horse." Song Junchen snatched the reins from Yi Jing's hand, stepped on the horse's lap and got on the horse. Before the other party could speak again, he let out a low shout, and then he raised the horse's hoof, and rushed out of the city. go.

Yi Jing who was behind her was stunned for a moment, looking at the gradually shrinking figure in the distance, she shook her head with a helpless smile, then turned and went back home.

After riding for almost an hour, there was no one in the suburbs, and the weather was so hot that Song Junchen was sweating profusely.

"Xue Ce!" He shouted anxiously, "You bastard, get out soon!"

No one responded.

Song Junchen took a deep breath, his face was wet with sweat, he yelled a few more times, but still no one responded, he felt a chill in his heart, thinking it was a step too late after all, he had already gone far away.

Forget it, just pretend that nothing happened last night. Anyway, as a man, you don't need to worry about your reputation in the boudoir. Forget about this person, and you will still marry a wife and have children... I think so, but I still feel resentment in my heart. He gritted his teeth, turned his horse's head around, and planned to go back to Zhou Mansion, then pack up his things and go back to Jinli, no matter what ghost rumors he had, at worst, he would set fire to himself and burn himself to death, which was better than staying in this crappy place.

It was approaching noon, and the early summer sun began to be venomous. Song Junchen licked his thirsty lips, and rode his horse slowly back on the road in a dejected manner. Not long after, he saw a tea shop by the roadside, so he dismounted to ask for a cup of tea. Bowl of tea to drink.

He was in a hurry to go out, so where would he bring money, Cha Xiaoer saw that he was not badly dressed and he looked fair, he didn't look like he was looking for trouble on purpose, so he kindly rewarded him with a bowl and asked him to sit down and drink slowly.

While drinking, he began to cry, startled the three or two tea drinkers around him, looked at Song Junchen with weird eyes, and wondered what the man looked like, standing upright and crying.

Song Junchen also knew that a man bleeds but doesn't shed tears, but he just couldn't help it, thinking that he was too embarrassing at this time, so he lay down on the table, buried his face, and tried to hold back his tears, but there were still bursts of sobbing Voice.

After lying down for a while, I suddenly felt that someone sat down across the table, and the person put things on the table, making a soft thumping sound.

This voice...is iron, it is a sword!

Song Junchen raised his head abruptly, looking at the face of the person sitting opposite him, his pupils instantly dilated.

The black shadow blocked the sunlight behind him, leaned over to press him, and a kiss took away all Song Junchen's mind at the moment.

"Long time no see, miss me?"

"Bastard... um... bastard."

The two lingered on their tongues for a long time, and the tea drinkers around were stunned and fell silent.

Satisfied, Xue Ce licked off the remaining silver thread on the other party's lips, sat down again, took the hand that had been shaken countless times, interlocked his fingers and put it on the table, and took the tea bowl that Song Junchen had drunk with the other hand. He took a sip, but kept his eyes fixed on the other party.

"You...you're not going to Ziling anymore?" Song Junchen blushed, the original anger was completely extinguished by the kiss just now.

"Go," Xue Ce put down the tea bowl, looked at him and smiled slightly, "I'll take you with me."

When he returned to Zhou Mansion, Yi Jing was not there.

Song Junchen packed his luggage, left a farewell letter, and happily left with Xue Ce.

On the roof not far away, Yi Jing looked at the sky with a wry smile.

Holding the same wine in his hand as when the two drank together last night, he muttered to himself:

"After waiting for five years, I lost to a half-way Cheng Yaojin."

"Forget it, this wine still tastes good after two people drink it. I don't know if the seriously injured Hall Master Bei is free now, let me tell you about my lovelorn painstakingly."

"Go north, and also drop by to visit."

He turned over, jumped off the roof, threw away the tasteless wine in his hand, and disappeared into the alleyway.