Master Ling is pestered by people every day

For a long time, Qin Fanzhou's deep and indifferent voice sounded in the silent room.

"Why don't you refute like you used to? You can't even tell lies."

Gradually, his arms began to tighten, and his hands trembled into fists.

He straightened up, staring at Ling Xingye with eyes as silent as the night, then suddenly tilted his head and touched those thin lips, as if he was treating a fragile treasure, extremely gentle.

Ling Xingye opened his eyes slightly, held his breath, his whole body seemed to be frozen, it was difficult to move, and he didn't even have the strength to back up.

The light and shadow in Qin Fanzhou's eyes flowed, and the ups and downs rushed into his heart for a moment. He lowered his eyes, gradually let go of his hand, and opened the distance between the two.

"You're real, aren't you?"

Qin Fanzhou showed a self-deprecating smile. In his hallucination, whenever this happened, Ling Xingye would push him away fiercely, with disgust in his eyes, and then disappear in front of his eyes.

His body trembled slightly, and a pill in his fingertips was instantly crushed and turned into strands of powder.

Ling Xingye frowned and took a step forward.

Qin Fanzhou retreated suddenly, as if avoiding a flood and a beast, even with a bit of panic on his face.

The corners of Ling Xingye's eyes narrowed slightly, "What did you mean when you said you saw me?"

Qin Fanzhou lowered his head, took a deep breath, then raised his head, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "It's just a daydream, don't worry about it."

He took the initiative to take a step closer, and he was completely different from the person who had avoided him before.

He reached out his hand to touch Ling Xingye's shoulder, but his fingertips were close at hand, he paused, and then he patted it neatly, with a decent smile on his face.

"It's good that you're fine. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Tonight is a good time to catch up. By the way, I used to be young and ignorant. If there is any offense, please forgive me. You are my father's adopted son , Speaking of it, we should be like relatives, now, I am no longer that useless person, if there is any trouble in the future, I can also help out... Well, thank you for treating me in the past Take care, if my father knows about it, he must be very pleased."

Ling Xingye raised his eyes and stared at the chattering Qin Fanzhou, with a relieved smile on his face, his expression flawless, perfect and impeccable.

Even the eyes that could be seen through at a glance have been completely restrained, leaving only the eyes like a deep pool, so quiet and deep that it is difficult to see.

Ling Xingye was silent, Qin Fanzhou had changed a lot and grew up too fast, now standing in front of him, he was almost a stranger.

He remembered that a long time ago, he always felt that Qin Fanzhou was a pure and flawless jade, which made him want to hide it in the palm of his hand and take good care of it.

But now, that piece of jade seemed to be shattered, and the worst thing was, it seemed that he crushed it with his own hands.

With his hands behind his back, Qin Fanzhou glanced around, smiled and said: "It's late at night, you must be tired too, let's rest here tonight, we'll talk tomorrow if we have anything to do."

After he finished speaking, he walked past Ling Xingye, and suddenly, his arm was grabbed forcefully.

Qin Fanzhou paused for a moment, then turned around and smiled lightly: "The guest rooms in the mansion are not cleaned up, you stay here for the night, I'll go to Qibao..."

"No need."

Ling Xingye interrupted in a cold voice, let go of his hand, and walked away, "I'm going back to Zhansi."

Qin Fanzhou was stunned, watching Ling Xingye's figure disappearing between the buildings, his fingertips were firmly embedded in the palm of his hand, and gradually let go of his hand when the blood was filled.

There is nothing wrong with going to Zhansi.

In the spacious courtyard, one white and one ashes were fighting together, you kicked and I kicked, the nose was bruised and the face was swollen, and the naked eyes were blurred.

"My number one beast in the mainland, I will never be afraid of you!"

"Is this eternal beast afraid of you?"

"Fight, whoops." Qibao covered his cheeks, his teeth were clenched, "How dare you bite this divine beast, I'll fight you!"

Yan Yu spat out a few strands of light hair, tilted his head, and sneered, "If you have the ability to fight in person, I don't have time to play with you here."

Qibao's eyes were red, and he kept his rationality. This is the city, and if he was fighting with his real body, he was asking for trouble. He turned over neatly, raised his palm, and slapped him.

"I won't lose in melee combat!"

Facing the attacking palm, Yan Yu dodged indifferently, but his heart trembled suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, paused for a moment, and then was slammed to the ground.

Seeing that he had succeeded, Qibao was stunned for a moment, then pulled his snow-white teeth and showed a triumphant smile.

Yan Yu stood up, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the surroundings suddenly swirled with mysterious light, releasing a suffocating coercion.

Qibao concentrated, and the blue and white light also followed the trend, confronting each other in the air.

At this time, a figure came out from the attic, and the two beasts stopped at the same time.

Yan Yu recalled the throbbing in his heart before, and his words were not kind, "Are you going to die? I finally helped you recover your spiritual body. I warned you not to mess up your mood, otherwise your soul will be lost."

"It's time to go." Ling Xingye interrupted, his eyes drooping slightly.

Yan Yu licked his palm and said casually: "Where are you going?"

Where to go?

The corners of Ling Xingye's lips curled slightly, and he looked up at the night sky, "Whatever."

Just get out of here.

At this moment, the sound transmission jade in his arms trembled, he took it out and looked at it, and it was Tang Jingxiu as expected.

Ever since he came out of Demon Realm, he would receive messages from Tang Jingxiu every day, most of which were related to secret affairs.

But now, he was depressed, so he replied without saying a word.

Are you in a hurry, is there something wrong? !

On the other side, the hand that hadn't let go of the sound transmission jade suddenly tightened.

where are you?

Ling Xingye rubbed the center of his brows, and replied, bringing some altars of Zuiyue over.

He tugged at the front of his clothes, and said to the two spirit beasts, "Don't follow."

Qibao kept silent, looking panicked and lost.

Yan Yu found a stone and sharpened his claws. It doesn't matter, it can be summoned anyway when it encounters danger.

On the roof of a room in Ansi, Ling Xingye rested his head with one hand on his head and propped up one leg, lying flat on the cold glazed tiles, staring at the night sky, drinking the drunken moon without saying a word.

Tang Jingxiu, dressed in a slender scarlet robe, was sitting beside him, holding an altar of drunken moon in his right hand, tapping the rubble with his left fingertips, with a half-smile on his lips.

"So your spiritual power hasn't recovered yet, isn't that very dangerous."

Ling Xingye responded, now that he has no spiritual power, it will take several years to recover to the peak.

But it's not dangerous, he and Yan Yu have a natal deed, as long as Yan Yu doesn't die, he can't die.

"Don't find a place to retreat, and come back after your spiritual power recovers. You are in such a hurry because of Qin Fanzhou. I'll tell you why you care so much about him. It turns out that he is Qin Yao's son." Tang Jingxiu turned his head and said softly.

"Well," Ling Xingye didn't deny it, narrowed his eyes, shook the empty wine jar in his hand, and threw it away.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Tang Jingxiu, bring me another altar."

Tang Jingxiu stared at Ling Xingye for a while, with a slightly condensed expression, reached out to grab his wrist, and pressed it down.

"Ling, you're drunk."

"Is it?"

Ling Xingye held his forehead with one hand, thought for a moment, and murmured: "I remember, I don't seem to have spiritual power now... Well, it doesn't matter anyway, bring the wine jar."

"it is good."

Tang Jingxiu's eyes sank slightly, and he handed the wine jar to Ling Xingye.

After a while, the mellow smell of wine lingered on the tip of his nose, and the night wind scattered the hair on his forehead. Tang Jingxiu stretched out his hand, touched Ling Xingye's cheek, and sighed softly.

"The last time I saw you like this was when Qin Yao was buried in the south bank."

He took away the wine jar Ling Xingye was holding, brushed the long hair scattered on his shoulders, and was about to take him away. At the moment he leaned over, looking at the pair of quietly closed eyes, his heart moved slightly.

After a moment of silence, Tang Jingxiu put one hand on Ling Xingye's side, lowered his head, and slowly leaned towards those thin lips.

Was this a breach of his trust?

But it doesn't matter if it counts, because there is nothing more important and exciting than this moment.

Suddenly, a cold light hit from the air, with a sharp and cold aura, it came in an instant.

Tang Jingxiu secretly thought it was a pity, turned over suddenly, raised the black tower, and resisted the thrilling sword glow.

Where the tree shadows overlap, a figure slowly walks out.

Qin Fanzhou's face was frosty, and his figure flickered, and he was already standing beside Ling Xingye.

He bent down, wrapped one arm around Ling Xingye's back, and put his other hand through the bend of his leg, hugging him by the waist.

"he's mine."

Qin Fanzhou raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Tang Jingxiu who was not far away. His voice was icy cold, as if breaking the ice pool that had been covered in dust for a long time, and a monstrous chill rose up.