soul repair

Lu Yesheng didn't die, nor did he have any abnormalities, he was just in a daze, when Ji Qingyan stood in front of him, he stood up as if he had come to his senses: "What happened?"

The corners of his eyes were a little moist, as if he remembered something and was secretly sad on his own.

"Nothing, I just walked in to take a look." Ji Qingyan walked out calmly and returned to Guan Lingdao.

"Shall we catch it now?" Guan Lingdao looked at the boundless night, feeling a little nervous, "Stop it, I've sucked the soul in."

"Even if a few more people die, people can't let people know that you can listen to the soul." Ji Qingyan shook his head slightly, "Just pretend that you don't know anything, and it's none of your business if someone dies tomorrow morning."

Guan Lingdao didn't expect him to be so decisive: "What should the soul cultivator do if he escapes?"

"It's okay."

Daoist Diheng ordered people not to go out, and now Yiwangzhuang has been sealed off, no one can get out, so why not talk about it early in the morning.

"Yeah." So I can't do anything tonight.

I don't know if it's because he is being sentimental, but he always feels that Ji Qingyan cares about him very much, and would rather make a mistake than expose him.

Guan Lingdao was quiet for a moment, then said softly, "Master, I have something to ask you."

"what's up?"

"Why do you accept me as a disciple?"

He really didn't understand, it didn't look like he said that he was a teacher that day, and it seemed that there was no difference if he was a teacher, what was going on?

Ji Qingyan was silent, and after a long pause, he whispered: "I want to teach you something."

"what?"

Ji Qingyan remained silent for a while, and said softly: "You will know from now on."

"Are you going to turn me into a wooden face too?" He smiled sternly.

Ji Qingyan gave him a cold look.

Guan Lingdao didn't dare to laugh anymore: "Master's wooden face is pretty, at least the wooden face is smooth and supple without wrinkles."

"Stop talking."

Guan Lingdao closed his mouth tightly.

Ji Qingyan looked at the lake, not knowing how to explain it to him.

It's true that he doesn't like to laugh because he was born, and he hasn't laughed since he can remember.Not only that, but he doesn't know much about the feelings between people. Gentle family affection is acceptable, but there is no strong emotion, most of them seem to be non-existent.

Just like Shi Yunsheng's death, he knew it was a very sad thing, but there was no ups and downs in his heart.

He is neither happy nor sad, and has never liked anyone. His only emotion seems to be anger, especially Guan Lingdao's anger.He also didn't know why, if one day this bastard stopped being angry with him, it must be a very lonely thing.

Guan Lingdao leaned gently on his body, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

The drooping hand was cold and touched the back of his hand from time to time. Ji Qingyan carefully picked up his hand. The kid didn't move. Suddenly he leaned over, wrapped his hands around Ji Qingyan's waist, and whispered coquettishly: "Master, I Cold hands."

Ji Qingyan's body was stiff, he looked down at him, not knowing what to say.Guan Lingdao laughed softly to himself: "Master, sometimes I really want to throw you down."

Ji Qingyan's face changed slightly, and he flipped his sleeves.Guan Lingdao was turned over by him in an instant, with his back facing him and bent down on the railing of the corridor, begging for mercy, grinning and crying softly: "It hurts, it hurts, Master, I don't dare anymore."

Ji Qingyan pressed from behind him, his face was next to Guan Lingdao's neck: "Say it again."

"Don't dare, don't dare, I can say whatever I want!"

There was a slight chill on the neck, as if someone had licked it lightly, Guan Lingdao immediately turned his head, and Ji Qingyan stood up straight with no expression on his face.

Guan Lingdao felt like he was dreaming. He gently touched his neck. His fingers were moist and had a very faint fragrance. He couldn't help feeling a little weird.Just what happened, illusion?

Ji Qingyan didn't change his face, only the tips of his ears were red: "What's wrong?"

"No."

It must be...an illusion.