【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Unexpectedly, the vegetation on the mountain is as lush as summer, but the temperature in the mountain is no different from the outside world. It is also the temperature of early winter. It gets dark early and becomes colder after the sun goes down.

After Xiao Xingchen lit the fire and set up the sleeping tent, he went to the surrounding area to check and set up formations to ensure safety at night.

Xue Yang watched the white-clothed figure walk away, reached into his bosom, and took out two black-purple fruits.

For Wangyouguo, ordinary people can fall into a deep sleep for five or six hours after eating one, and will not wake up unless there is thunder falling next to the pillow.

Xiao Xingchen is well versed in medicine, so he naturally recognized this kind of fruit, so he had to trick Chen Xibao into eating it behind his back, so that he could...

The arc of Xue Yang's lips stopped halfway, and he blinked.

What can we do?What does he want?so what?Although there have been countless lingering nights, but at that time, his arms were nothing more than a corpse, without life or soul.The body that had been defiled by him had already been cremated, and Xiao Xingchen who had returned to the world was actually still innocent, as noble as the cleanest cloud in the sky.

Although Xiao Xingchen himself can't forget the sins of murdering people by mistake and being stained with blood, in Xue Yang's heart, those crimes have nothing to do with Xiao Xingchen at all, they are all Xue Yang's.

From all aspects, Xiao Xingchen is innocent.Xue Yang knew that Xiao Xingchen took this innocence very seriously, and he didn't quite understand and agree with it, but he would never forcibly tarnish this innocence again.

But no matter what, I just hope that this is a night that belongs to the two of them, lying on the same table and sleeping on the same pillow.It is impossible to drive Chen Xibao away. In fact, if it weren't for Chen Xibao, Xiao Xingchen would not have agreed to sleep with him. In the past, Xiao Xingchen used to set up a sleeping tent and set up a barrier at night. It means ghosts do not disturb, there is no room for discussion.

Only by making Chen Xibao sleep unconscious, can Xue Yang pretend that this is the two-person tent that belongs to him and Xiao Xingchen.

Xue Yang took two fruits and walked towards the fire.

Chen Xibao, who knew nothing about it, was approaching the flame with his hands, turning them over to keep warm, when he suddenly saw a black fruit flying over from the opposite side of the fire, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it.

"Have you never eaten this kind of fruit? Try it."

Xue Yang himself was holding the same black fruit in his hand, and he brought it to his mouth and took a bite, chewing with relish.

"What is this?" Chen Xibao wiped the fruit with his cuff, and looked at it carefully.

When I took it closer, I found that it was not black, but a ripe purple grape color, the size of an apple.Not any kind of fruit ever seen.

"Eat it, will I still harm you? There are so many strange plants in this mountain, and some people can't taste them even if they want to."

Xue Yang gnawed another bite of the fruit, pretending to be casually staring at the person on the other side of the fire.

Chen Xibao was moved and held up the fruit curiously.

Xue Yang urged: "Thousands of gold are hard to come by, don't waste it after eating."

Chen Xibao, who had already opened his mouth, took the fruit away from his mouth when he heard this sentence, his eyes glowed.

"It's hard to find a thousand pieces of gold? Then take it out, can you exchange it for a lot of money?!"

"..."

"By the way, I heard that there are many rare plants that can be used as medicinal materials in this mountain besides spirits and monsters. Is this one of them?"

"no!"

"Isn't it?" Chen Xibao didn't realize that Xue Yang's eyes were about to burst into sparks. He slowly turned the fruit in his hand to study it, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and smelled a strange sweet fragrance. He decided that this fruit was extraordinary, and insisted. : "Ask Immortal Master Xiao Xingchen later, he seems to be quite familiar with medicinal materials. If it is valuable, then I would not be willing to eat it, so I will pick more and go out to exchange for money."

Xue Yang's face darkened: "What? You don't believe me? Are you afraid that I will poison you?"

Chen Xibao finally noticed that Xue Yang's face was gloomy and ugly, and he thought that Xiaoyou Xue had a really bad temper, but he slightly defied his rare good intentions to show such a black face.He also thought that since there are fruits, there should be more than one or two, so please Xiaoyou Xue and ask where to pick them, and pick a few more tomorrow.

"Haha, little friend is joking, how could I not believe you."

Chen Xibao tentatively took a bite, he felt sweet and juicy, quenched his thirst, and soon finished eating a piece of fruit.

"It's delicious! Where did Xue Xiaoyou pick it? I'll pick some more."

Xue Yang looked at the person who ate the Wangyou fruit and smiled without saying a word, and casually threw the half-eaten fruit into the fire.

He is a ghost and a monk, so naturally he will not be affected by this mere fruit, Chen Xibao is different, he is a mortal, with low spiritual power, his tongue is numb, his vision is blurred, and he loses consciousness after a while.

With a "bang", Chen Xibao fell backwards, splashing a burst of dust.

"Hey~ Brother Chen, sleep well!"

Xue Yang dragged Chen Xibao into the sleeping tent, placed Chen Xibao in the farthest position, covered his face with a cloak, slept in the middle by himself, and left the other side position for Xiao Xingchen.

Like a hunter who has set up his net and waits for his prey to fall into the net.Xue Yang was lying in the sleeping tent, feigning sleep. Except for his eyes being closed, all other senses were focused on the movement outside the sleeping tent.

There was the sound of footsteps approaching, it was Xiao Xingchen's unhurried, unhurried steps, landing like walking on floating clouds, just by hearing the sound, one could imagine an elegant figure in white clothes.

There was a pause in the footsteps, probably because he saw no one by the fire, he was a little uneasy, and he sped up a little to come to the sleeping tent.The curtain of the sleeping tent was gently pulled up, Xue Yang heard Xiao Xingchen heaved a sigh of relief, put down the curtain again, and returned to the fire.

Bang bang bang, the man added some logs to the fire.

Crackling, the flames are burning.

Gudong Gudong, the people outside drank a few mouthfuls of water.

There was also the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, the sound of the paper being turned, and the sound of Chen Xibao's breathing in the tent, all intertwined, which made Xue Yang very impatient.

Why didn't Xiao Xingchen come in to sleep?Today's transcendence will be completed tomorrow morning. Xiao Xingchen is a person who goes to bed early and wakes up early, so he should go to bed early when he has nothing to do on weekdays.

Anxious and helpless, after an unknown amount of time, Xue Yang finally couldn't hold on anymore, and it was his turn to be unconscious, with only his ears reluctantly sticking to his post.

He vaguely heard someone rustling into the sleeping tent, put his arms stretched out to the open space next to him and put them back neatly by his side, carefully laying down next to him, and pulled his cloak before lying down.

In a light sleep, Xue Yang felt that this was not bad, and wanted to slip into a deeper sleep, but suddenly remembered that he still had something important to say to that person, so he kicked his feet suddenly, and woke up.

What came into view was a perfect side face, the hazy firelight shone on that face through the sleeping tent, the eyelashes were long and thick, and two gentle shadows were cast like a small fan, the bridge of the nose was handsome and straight, and the lips were as rosy as a thin layer of makeup .

Xiao Xingchen lay flat on his side, breathing steadily and long, with a soft, elegant, quiet and serene appearance.

Before midnight, Xiao Xingchen should have just laid down.

Xue Yang turned around and lay on his side facing Xiao Xingchen, "Daoist, are you asleep?"

Nothing happened.

"Okay, I just wanted to talk at first, since the Taoist priest wants to pretend to be asleep, then don't blame me."

Xue Yang stretched out his hand and plucked Xiao Xingchen's slender eyelashes. After only two strokes, Xiao Xingchen turned his head away.

Reluctantly, he stretched out one foot to rest on Xiao Xingchen's ankle, and dishonestly, his knees bent, and his leg slid upwards. This leg would have slipped if it hadn't been pushed away by the person who stopped pretending to be asleep. To the lower abdomen of the person next to the pillow, so that the two present a very intimate posture.

"Huh? The Taoist priest is not asleep? Then why did you ignore what I said just now?"

"Sleep honestly."

Xiao Xingchen didn't open his eyes, and his tone was calm and slow, as if he was really about to fall asleep.

"I don't sleep well, so I will inevitably run into the Taoist priest, please forgive me."

"I can tie you up with a soul-binding curse and help you be honest."

Xue Yang pretended to be surprised and said, "Huh? So the Daoist likes to be tied up?"

Xiao Xingchen didn't know what the little rascal was talking about, but he glanced at him and saw that he was smiling and joking, so he knew it was not a good thing, and blushed inexplicably.

Xiao Xingchen slapped the dark rain disaster between the two of them, and warned: "Don't cross the line."

In fact, Xue Yang didn't intend to do anything too extreme, and he knew it was impossible. He also hoped that Xiao Xingchen would trust him more and more, and that he would be able to share a room and sleep in the same tent every night from now on.Just seeing that handsome and peaceful face, he couldn't help but want to tease him, until he blushed, he liked it the most.

"Okay, okay, don't cross the line." Xue Yang agreed, but pushed Jiang Mi to Xiao Xingchen's side until it was touching the arm under the white clothes, and he moved there too, "I didn't cross the line. "

It's just that they walked a little closer, there was a sword's width between them, at least they didn't put their hands or feet on their bodies again, Xiao Xingchen reluctantly endured it.

"Master, I have something to tell you."

"Say."

"After I came back from the illusion, I realized that there is something very important that I haven't told you..."

"Ah."

Xue Yang raised his head slightly, and stared intently and affectionately at the lotus-like sleeping face beside him. Xiao Xingchen didn't open his eyes, which was just right. If he looked at those clear eyes, he might feel ashamed and unable to say what he wanted to say. .

After the illusion came back, he remembered that he had never expressed his feelings to Xiao Xingchen.Yicheng's unknowingly tempted heart, ten years of obsession and longing are unforgettable to him, but in Xiao Xingchen's eyes?Maybe I still think that he has only cheated and played in the past three years, and now treats him well and doesn't pursue the past, but it's just out of habitual soft-heartedness and generosity after seeing him suffer from backlash and lingering.

Xiao Xingchen wrote at least one love poem to himself, although it was euphemistic, at least he expressed it sincerely.

After thinking about it, Xue Yang felt that he had to say it again. He didn't expect any response, but he must say it once.

But what should I say?Taking off the mask of "Alan", at a critical moment, Xue Yang felt that all the words he wanted to say were greasy and crooked, and it was difficult to utter.

He opened his mouth and brewed for a long time, but there was no sound in his throat.

Actually dumb!

He, a hooligan who did all kinds of crimes, lost his voice when he was about to confess his love for the first time!

Xiao Xingchen didn't hear the following, and frowned slightly to express doubts.

Xue Yang kneaded his throat in disbelief, scolding himself for not being up to date, how could he be so nervous even to say that he likes him like a virgin, and suddenly he understood why Xiao Xingchen wanted to write a poem tactfully.

Xue Yang doesn't know how to use words and ink, and even feels shameful to express his affection sincerely. In his blood-stained life, he has never had such an experience.Even if he was a sweetheart, his heart was cold and gloomy back then, and he would just open his mouth to act and lie, which is completely different from the current situation.

Distraught, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Xingchen's thin, light red lips. The distance was so close that the delicate texture on the lips could be clearly seen. At this moment, he could touch it just by lowering his head.

Since he couldn't say it out loud, he only needed to kiss him lightly so that Xiao Xingchen could clearly understand what he wanted.

Just kiss.

Let Xiao Xingchen know that he not only regards him as a companion who lived with him, a friend who walked with him, or a benefactor who saved him.

The Adam's apple slid up and down, Xue Yang lowered his head.

As soon as the lips touch, you know that a light kiss is impossible, which is really a wrong decision.

Xiao Xingchen's two lips were so soft and warm. He held those lips in his mouth, and a trembling feeling flowed from his lips to his whole body, activating his long-dead body and desire. Kissed down.

"Hmm... Xue Yang..."

Xiao Xingchen opened his eyes in surprise, maybe he wanted to wake up his reason, and he didn't want to wake up Brother Chen next to him. The vague and whispered call made Xue Yang's head even hotter, his body burned, and his chest seemed to explode. It's average.He suppressed Xiao Xingchen's hand that pushed him, and with the tip of his tongue, he entered a warmer place, greedily absorbing the nectar, and entangled endlessly with the soft lips that rejected him.

He was wrong, this kind of intimacy cannot be stopped once it starts.After so many years of longing and pursuit, the desire in his heart is like a long-hungry beast, completely uncontrollable, the more Xiao Xingchen struggles, the more crazy he becomes, sucking his lips, stirring the tip of his tongue, the past and In the future, barriers and boundaries are all thrown aside. He just wants this moment, never to stop, even if the earth crumbles and souls disappear at this moment, their lips and bodies will not be separated.

I thought I could control myself, so I just kissed like a superficial kiss.He felt that if it was that kind of kiss, Xiao Xingchen might not hate it.

Unexpectedly, it was hard to control himself, the hot and scorching kiss could no longer be withdrawn, and Xue Yang even smashed the pot, revealing the nature of a beast, plundering fiercely and freely, the small space was full of ambiguous panting sounds, and the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than the fire outside.

After all, Xiao Xingchen's cultivation is stronger than his. The initial panic passed, and he struggled for a while. Seeing that Xue Yang didn't take the initiative to stop, he even went too far, and he became hotter and hotter, almost covered in kisses. Trembling, he raised his other unrepressed palm against Xue Yang's chest. The wind from his palm was concentrated, and Xue Yang felt a strong shock that lightened his whole body. In a semicircle, it fell solidly beside the fire.

The white cloth of the sleeping tent fell down, covering his restless body, the impact of falling on the ground made his back ache, he lay under the white cloth, realized what he had just done, and his mind was pounding loudly. He woke up coldly and heavily.

Bad, too bad.

I wanted to express my sincerity, but why did it become a selfish violation?

This is not in Yizhuang's little bed, and Xiao Xingchen is not a lifeless shell.How can a person who is so clean and self-sacrificing tolerate being violated by a sinful ghost?The trust and goodwill accumulated with great difficulty in recent days must be gone.

Xue Yang didn't dare to remove the white cloth covering him, fearing that if he removed it, he would see an angry face telling him to get away and never show up again.

Or the words that made his heart ache: "Xue Yang, you are so disgusting."

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