Xianjun said he had a crush on me

Ji Chen's dagger is just an ordinary cast iron dagger. It is sharp but not very lethal.

But Yaoyue was stabbed like this, shed a lot of blood, but became slightly awake, he gritted his teeth and pressed the wound, and threw the dagger in his hand far away.

The dagger hit the hard stone wall and made a crisp clang. Just such a little sound made Ji Chen tremble uncontrollably.

When Ji Chen came back to his senses, he bit his lip and reached out tremblingly to touch Yaoyue's hand on his chest, with fear and guilt in his eyes.

Yaoyue could actually stop the bleeding with his own power, but seeing Ji Chen's distressed and guilty look, he dismissed the idea, and instead forcibly suppressed the hot desire all over his body, coughed a few times pretending to be weak, and said, "I'm fine... Don't worry about me, I know you didn't mean it...cough, cough..."

In fact, if you pay a little attention, you can hear the affectation in Yaoyue's voice, but Ji Chen is pure-hearted, he only sees the wound on Yaoyue's chest bleeding profusely, and he feels more and more guilty when he hears Yaoyue's words up...

"I...you take your hand away, and I'll look at your wound." Ji Chen was a little distracted, and whispered extremely anxiously.

Yaoyue paused for a moment before slowly moving her hand away.

Ji Chen pursed his lips, held his breath, and carefully leaned forward, slowly opened Yaoyue's skirt, and then he saw the one-inch-long and half-inch-deep wound, the flesh and blood turned outward, slightly hideous, still going out Oozing with blood.

Just looking at it, Ji Chen felt a throbbing pain in his heart, but at this moment, his eyes accidentally fell on Yaoyue's partly hidden and beautifully lined abdominal muscles under the open skirt, and for some reason, Ji Chen's mouth was parched for a while, and the deep lust that had been ignored just now rose again.

The cave was too quiet, and Yaoyue had been quietly staring at Ji Chen's profile, Ji Chen's expression and breathing had changed, so it was impossible for him not to notice.

With a heartbeat, just when Ji Chen wanted to get up and retreat, Yaoyue lowered his head and hugged Ji Chen.

This time, he didn't hug him very tightly, but strongly restrained the impulse in his heart, gently pulled Ji Chen into his arms, and then put his chin against Ji Chen's neck and whispered: "I feel a little pain...you can Let me hold you for a while?"

Ji Chen's heart trembled, and he wanted to refuse, but when the words of refusal reached his lips, he swallowed them abruptly.

Yaoyue's black hair scattered on Ji Chen's side face, carrying a faint and cool fragrance, dry and pure, like the snow on the back of a snow mountain that does not get sunlight, a little cold, but still clean.

The soft hair and fragrance made Ji Chen's whole body go limp, and Yaoyue's arms were hot and strong, and he could feel the scorching heat even with two layers of cloth around his waist.

Ji Chen had difficulty breathing.

Yaoyue first tilted her head slightly, carefully kissed Ji Chen's drooping black hair, and then kissed the lovely reddish pinna along the hair...

Ji Chen immediately let out a low gasp, and then stretched out his hand to push Yaoyue away, but now his whole body was weak and weak, and he was concerned about Yaoyue's wound, his hand was soft and soft on Yaoyue's shoulder, with a little strength None of them.

Feeling Ji Chen's thoughts, Yaoyue let out a low laugh, and then whispered next to Ji Chen's ear, "I want to hug you..."

Yaoyue's voice was hoarse and magnetic, blowing into Ji Chen's ears along with the hot air, making Ji Chen tremble all over, Ji Chen tried hard to say the word 'no', but the word followed the tip of his tongue After several turns, Yaoyue impatiently tilted her head and kissed Ji Chen's neck when she was about to exit.

Yaoyue's lips and tongue were moist and slightly cool, brushing Ji Chen's fair and soft skin, bringing an indescribable numbness.

Ji Chen immediately raised his neck and groaned. His eyes were covered with a thick layer of mist, his long eyelashes trembled, his thin lips were slightly parted, and his gentle side face was flushed, which was extremely attractive.

Yaoyue hugged Ji Chen, the wound had gradually stopped bleeding, now his wound was sticking to Ji Chen's body, rubbing against the soft fabric, itching slightly, Yaoyue felt impatient, hugged Ji Chen's The hand slowly rubbed under Ji Chen's belt, and then pulled it down hard——

The soft robe slid down and separated to the two sides. Ji Chen was slightly startled, and wanted to struggle, but was hugged by Yaoyue.The hot body was pressed together, and the skin exposed on Ji Chen's chest rubbed against Yaoyue's hot chest muscles, making Ji Chen feel shy and excited...

At this time, Yaoyue was panting, and whispered in Ji Chen's ear with a bit of forbearance and restraint: "If you really don't want to give it to me, just stab me again!"

Sure enough, Yaoyue snapped harshly. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ji Chen was stunned. Then he pursed his lips and stopped struggling with some discomfort.

Feeling the movement of the person in her arms, Yaoyue turned her head to the side, saw Ji Chen's aggrieved eyes, sighed slightly, then slowly kissed Ji Chen's trembling eyelashes, and whispered while kissing: "I don't want to It makes you uncomfortable, I just want to do this kind of thing with the person I like, if you are really afraid—"

Before Yaoyue finished speaking, Ji Chen's hands slowly wrapped around his back.

"I... have no reluctance..." Ji Chen closed his eyes, trembling a little, but said in a very firm voice.

Yaoyue was startled for a moment, and the next second he bowed his head in ecstasy and kissed Ji Chen's soft and warm thin lips.

The hot kiss has a moist and strong taste of lust, the breath in the mouth and the soft tip of the tongue are intertwined, sweet and sweet.

Under this passionate kiss, Ji Chen raised his head slightly, and the separated robe had already slipped to his waist, revealing his bare shoulders and white and exquisite collarbone, and the slender neck was so perfect and elegant that it was suffocating.

Yaoyue's fingers with thin calluses slowly rubbed down along the smooth and delicate skin, making Ji Chen tremble wherever he went.

Ji Chen's soft robe hangs loosely around his waist, revealing a tight and graceful waist, but it is hidden in the folds of the robe...

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Hastily cleaned up Ji Shen with a cloth handkerchief and hot snow water, and Yaoyue fell asleep with Ji Shen in her arms.

Both of them forgot about the wound.

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Wu Xian arranged the formation and lit the eternal lamp. He first raised the witch staff and summoned Luo Tingxuan's soul, and let the scattered, shapeless and unconscious soul slowly stop on top of the eternal lamp before turning his head to look at the standing lamp. Wu Xie behind him.

Seeing Wu Xian turning his head back, Wu Xie let out a sigh of relief, and pulled off the belt around his waist.

The gorgeous robe slipped off his body, revealing the white underwear underneath. The robes were piled up under his feet. Wu Xie didn't even look at it. He lowered his head and pulled out a gleaming dagger, then picked up the white porcelain cup on the side, and tore it apart. He took off his skirt, revealing his fair and flawless chest.

"If you want to reshape your body, you only need a rib and a cup of blood." Wu Xian said, frowning slightly.

Wu Xian looked at Wu Xie who was holding a dagger, and felt a little nervous in his heart—he knew that Wu Xie was most afraid of pain. When he was a child, he would cry for a long time even if he fell from a tree and broke his skin, but now he wants Wu Xie to be tough. Dig out your own flesh and blood to reshape the body of others...

However, Wu Xie just stared at his chest quietly for a while, then without blinking an eye, he raised the gleaming dagger, and gouged it under his left chest.

The sharp dagger pierced the skin, and blood rolled down. Wu Xie immediately turned pale, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

it hurts……

This was Wu Xie's only thought.

But thinking of Luo Tingxuan, Wu Xie still gritted his teeth and forcefully gouged the dagger a little deeper.

The dripping blood dripped into the white porcelain cup in Wu Xie's hand, against the snow-white porcelain wall, it was extremely glaring.

Cold sweat kept dripping down, Wu Xie gritted his teeth, and finally a few streaks of blood came out from the corner of his lip.

Finally, with a click, Wu Xie took out a bloody rib from his abdomen, and then he groaned, knelt on the ground trembling, and sobbed muffledly while clutching his chest.

But even so, Wu Xie still held the white porcelain cup tightly, and the blood inside did not overflow.

When Wu Xian saw this, his heart ached, he hurried up, hugged Wu Xie, stopped the bleeding and healed his wound.

After all, he is one of the ten witches of Lingshan, his body is different from ordinary people, Wu Xian's witchcraft has been used, but it took half a stick of incense for Wu Xie's wound to heal as before, but his face is still pale as hell, and there is still a lot of cold sweat.

Wu Xian only thought that Wu Xie was too afraid of pain, so he couldn't help but whispered: "Leave the rest to the elder brother, you go and have a good rest."

When Wu Xie heard Wu Xian's words, his eyes that were so painful that he could hardly open them suddenly opened at this moment, and then his pale lips trembled, and Wu Xian's hand holding him was tightly clenched, saying in a low voice. Begging: "Brother... I never beg you for anything, but this time I beg you, let me take a good look at him before erasing my memory, even if I stay with him for a while..."

It was rare for Wu Xian to hear Wu Xie talk to him in such an obsessive and mournful tone. Looking at Wu Xie's pale and beautiful face, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. Finally, he closed his eyes silently, and said in a low voice: "That's up to you."

Hearing Wu Xian's words, Wu Xie's dim eyes suddenly flashed a bit of anticipation, and then he couldn't help but smile weakly: "Thank you, big brother."

Hearing Wu Xie's thanks, Wu Xian felt extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't say anything, he could only sigh slightly, reached out and stroked Wu Xie's hair slowly, and said in a low voice: "It's really hard for you. ..."

Hearing this, Wu Xie lowered his eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face, and then he said softly: "Whether there is no suffering or not, I am willing."

Wu Xian's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was even a flash of hatred in his eyes, but then he didn't say a word, lowered his head slowly, and hugged Wu Xie tightly in his arms.