Wearing Books as a Demon

"Keep going." Yaobai looked at the person's reluctance and reluctance, just glanced at it lightly and didn't say any more.

Go over people and walk straight forward, without any intention of waiting for people.

Ying Changlou was neglected, and he felt uncomfortable.He stood there angrily for a while, but the boy in front still didn't stop, nor did he look back at him.

On the contrary, the night wind was even colder, and it made his skin crawl.He muttered a few words in his heart, and hurriedly ran up to catch up with the boy.

"Brother Yao, why are you walking so fast?" Ying Changlou shrunk his head, arched his hands in his sleeves, and bent his slender body into a hunchback.Not like a snake, but like a turtle.

Yao Bai didn't even look at him lazily, stood outside the mountain gate with his sword, knocked lightly three times, quietly waiting for the person inside to open the door.

The two waited for a stick of incense, but still no one opened the door.Ying Changlou couldn't stand the cold any more, and was about to kick the door when someone stopped him.

"Don't be presumptuous. If you annoy Song Qi, he won't be as easy-talking as I am." Yao Bai was dissatisfied with his impulsiveness, and reprimanded him coldly, with anger in his eyes.

Ying Changlou was immediately upset, and the pent-up resentment burst out in an instant, he pushed the boy roughly, and then Yao Bai fell heavily on the ground like a weak little girl.

There was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The dazzling red color made him flustered, he quickly helped him up, his momentum weakened unconsciously, and he complained, "Why don't you hide?"

Yao Baiqing coughed, heard a heavy creaking voice behind him, and said weakly, "Thank you for sending me back."

As soon as the words were finished, people fainted.

Ying Changlou and the person who opened the door looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Yaobai is really lucky. He can come back after being captured by monsters." The man who spoke was a man as thin as a monkey, his eyes were the size of mung beans, and he looked at people with contempt.

These words were really ugly, Ying Changlou's face suddenly became ugly, and he wanted to explode.Suddenly someone twisted his waist forcefully, his body jerked, and he secretly gritted his teeth and squinted at the boy in his arms.

"Be quicker. If you wake people up in the middle of the winter, can't you come back during the day?" Song Qi lowered his eyes and cursed at the two of them.He was not the slightest bit happy when his classmate disappeared and returned, instead he complained non-stop.

Ying Changlou wanted to flick his tail at this man's face, but thought of the pain in his waist, so he hugged him honestly and followed behind silently.

A dim lantern led the way, casting only a small area of ​​light.Song Qi walked fast with his body bent, regardless of whether the people behind could see the road clearly.Fortunately, Yingchanglou's night vision is also good, and he stepped steadily on the broken bluestone slab under his feet without losing track.

Yao Bai leaned in his arms, staring at the sky with his eyes open, without any expression on his face.When he arrived in front of the house, he immediately closed his eyes again, and his closed eyes showed a little weakness.

"This is the house he lives in. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Song Qi held the lantern, yawned, and left straight away after speaking.He neither looked at the injury of the person nor called the doctor in the sect, so he just left a word without hesitation.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Brother Yao, you don't seem to be doing well. A small doorkeeper dares to be so arrogant to you." After entering the room, Ying Changlou didn't need to let go, the boy jumped down on his own initiative.After hearing his sarcasm, he didn't care, his face remained calm.

"I started late, so according to my seniority, I have to call him senior brother." Yao Bai said lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Ying Changlou probably understood that the boy who was so powerful on his mountain that he wanted to go to heaven was actually worse than the gatekeeper.Thinking of this, he felt even more strange.Yaobai's status is low, how can he be good at swordsmanship?And that swordsmanship that non-ordinary disciples can learn, he can recognize it at a glance.

Many questions piled up, Ying Changlou wanted to ask someone, but found that the boy had fallen asleep.He looked around, the whole room was not big, with a bed, a stool, and two people standing, it was already very crowded.

Moreover, the bed was less than three feet long, and Yao Bai had already taken up most of the space by himself.

"Where do I sleep?" Ying Changlou asked, but no one answered him.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he finally found another quilt.He brought a stool and put it beside the bed, kicked his feet, and arched into Yaobai's bed.

"It's really warm." Ying Changlou was sleeping inside, pushing people to the edge of the bed, almost falling off.

Yaobai had been sleepless for the past few days, and he was exhausted from the long journey.The moment he touched the pillow, he was already asleep, and there were rustling sounds in his ears from time to time, as well as the man's thoughts.He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so he didn't care about that person.Unexpectedly, suddenly a cold thing stuck to his body and squeezed him out.If he hadn't stepped on a stool, he might have fallen out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Yao Bai frowned and muttered, his voice was full of dissatisfaction, but his eyes did not open, "Why are you cold here?"

"I'm a snake, so of course it's cold." Ying Changlou sighed comfortably, and deliberately rubbed against the young man, forcing him to retreat irrevocably.

Yao Bai finally opened his eyes, then turned over and fell inside.Tighten the quilt and sleep again.

"Brother Yao? Yaobai? Little bastard?" Ying Changlou hung half of his body in the air, calling tentatively.Seeing that there was no response from the person, he became more daring and began to poke Yaobai's tender and smooth face with his fingers.

After playing for a while, I began to complain about all kinds of dissatisfaction, and said everything I dared not to say.

Yao Bai who was asleep frowned tightly, feeling that there was a mosquito buzzing in his ears in the dream, he exhausted his patience, and slapped it with his hand, finally cleansed.

With a thud, Ying Changlou fell to the ground and hit his head on the edge of the bed, grinning his teeth in pain.Especially the slap print on the face was very clear and painful.

How much force did Yaobai use to slap him to the ground with one slap?