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"don’t worry."

Seeing Beishang's frowning and extremely worried look, Xiao Jin stretched out his hand to gently caress the center of his brow, trying to smooth it out, a hint of distress appeared in his eyes unconsciously.

Hu Qi coughed lightly, and continued: "Yes, boy, don't worry too much. Since that devil boy didn't refine Mu boy into a puppet immediately, it proves that his personal safety is still safe for the time being."

Seeing the extremely ambiguous interaction between the two as if there was no one else present, he couldn't help but said again: "By the way, what's going on with you...?" This reunion, he always felt that there was something different between the two of them, as if they had changed. Very... intimate?

Hearing this, Xiao Jin's movements paused for a moment, and then he continued to move his hands as if nothing had happened, without raising his head, he said indifferently: "As you can see."

Even though he acted casually and calmly, Hu Qi could still see the uneasiness in his heart from his slightly unnatural movements.

"What do you mean by that? Don't you know what's going on with us?"

Before Hu Qi could speak, Bei Shang pressed Xiao Jin's hand and said to him with a straight face.

Hu Qi stared, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, who do you think you are talking to now?"

Beishang pouted, but didn't speak.

Hu Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "I haven't said anything yet, who are you going to show your ugly face to?"

In the end, he waved his hand and said helplessly: "Forget it, forget it, why am I competing with you at this time?"

Slowing down his tone, he continued: "You are all my dearest relatives in this world, I just want to know about your recent situation, just to care about you, nothing else." A look of loneliness appeared on his face , a touch of nostalgia.

Unknowingly, it has been more than 20 years since he left the elf world. The scene of the clan being slaughtered, corpses lying everywhere, and blood flowing into rivers lingered in his dreams for so many nights.

Every time I dream back at midnight, my clothes are wet with tears, so I can only dry myself silently and suffer silently.

And these, he didn't even have a person to confide in.

Back then, in the elf world, he could be said to have lived a carefree and carefree life.

If it wasn't for the sudden rise of the devil, who almost slaughtered the god tiger clan, why would he be exiled in another country?

And why was it that he was captured by that ruined city lord 2000 years ago for no reason, and suffered for nothing?

Thinking about it, his eye sockets turned red unconsciously.

As he said, Beishang and Xiaojin are his relatives to him, and they are the two people he cares most about right now, so how they are doing is also what he cares most about.

It is undeniable that Beishang's attitude at this time made him feel a little prickly, but more of it was helpless. After all, Beishang was still in the state of "transformation", "involuntary".

His inadvertently revealed fragile expression made Xiao Jin stunned for a while, feeling a little ashamed in his heart.

In fact, not only Hu Qi regards him as a relative, but in Xiao Jin's heart, Hu Qi is also his relative.But at the same time, Xiao Jin knew in his heart that Hu Qi was Beishang's uncle, and a blood-related uncle.

The ancients have said: There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest is to have no descendants!

Apart from Hu Qi, Bei Shang can be said to be the only offspring of the White Tiger Clan among the Golden Winged Tigers, and when he and Bei Shang are together, they are destined to have no more offspring.

Therefore, Xiao Jin didn't know how Hu Qi would react if he knew that he and Bei Shang had a relationship that only a man and a woman had with each other.Because of this, under Hu Qi's questioning, he subconsciously felt uneasy.

When Xiaojin's thoughts were flying wildly, Beishang beside him closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his aura had changed.

Looking at Xiao Jin who was sitting next to him, Bei Shang's eyes were full of tenderness, and the corner of his mouth habitually evoked a slight smile. Even though he was sitting still, his body was as warm as jade, and the air of a humble gentleman emerged spontaneously.

Apparently, without knowing it, he was back to normal again.

He stared at Xiao Jin without a moment, and Xiao Jin also stared at him without a moment, it seems that in the eyes of the two, only each is the most eye-catching and attracts their attention the most.

As soon as Beishang's aura changed, Hu Qi sensed it, and seeing the two of them now, he hesitated and said, "Are you...?"

"Uncle, I like Xiaojin, I have always liked him since I was 12 years old."

Before Hu Qi could finish speaking, Beishang turned to look at him and said very seriously.His expression was natural and determined.

Hu Qi stared wide-eyed, staring at him blankly.

Although Beishang is always talking about liking Xiaojin when he is out of order, but after he is out of order, Beishang can't be viewed with normal people's thinking at all, so Hu Qi takes it for granted that what he said at this time, does not matter. Naturally, it cannot be taken seriously.

But he never expected that words such as liking Xiaojin would actually come from the mouth of Beishang under normal circumstances, which made him doubt whether Beishang in front of him had really returned to normal.

Hu Qi swallowed, unsure: "Beishang?"

For a long time, when Beishang was out of order, Hu Qi always called him boy, and when he was normal, he called Beishang by his name.However, at this time, he was not quite sure whether the Beishang in front of him had returned to normal or was still abnormal.

Beishang smiled and nodded, "Uncle, it's me."

He looked at Xiao Jin, he didn't know whether it was emotion, regret, or joy, and said softly: "12 years, it's really too long, now that I have it in my hands, no matter what, I won't let it go."

Xiao Jin stared at him blankly, feeling an unknown emotion stuck in his heart, unable to get out or get out.

With a fever in his head, he suddenly turned Beishang's head and kissed him on the lips rudely. It seemed that only in this way could he express his mood at this time.

Beishang froze all over, as if he hadn't expected him to be so proactive, then he frowned and responded deeply to his kiss.

With his response, Xiao Jin's kiss gradually became gentle, and he clumsily and slowly kissed his lips and teeth.However, Beishang seemed dissatisfied with his kissing, and took the initiative to wrap his tongue around him, and lingered with him even more passionately.

Gradually thick breath, lingering in each other's mouth and nose, awakened the long-sleeping longing, the two hugged each other tightly, as if wishing to integrate each other into the body, to become one.

At this time, the two have long been immersed in their own tastes, forgetting where they are.

Hu Qi stared dumbfounded at the two people kissing passionately in front of him, feeling flushed and feeling like sitting on pins and needles.

After a while, he stood up consciously, quietly opened the door, walked out, and closed the door for the two of them "intimately".

As soon as he turned around, he found that the old farmer was sitting in the gazebo in the yard, holding a cup of steaming tea.

He rubbed his face vigorously, and walked over after he felt that his face was not so hot.

After he sat down, Mr. Nong also poured him a cup of hot tea.

After receiving the hot tea, Hu Qi thanked her.

The old farmer said casually, "Why did you come out?"

Hearing this, Hu Qi's face that had just recovered, couldn't help flushing again, and felt his mouth was a little dry, holding the hot tea in his hand, he poured it into his mouth without even thinking about it, without even looking at it.

Before the old farmer had time to stop him, he saw him "hiss" and put the teacup on the stone table suddenly. He stood up with his tongue out, and kept fanning the wind with his hands back and forth.

"Hoohoo... so hot, so hot..."

The old farmer looked at him with both a smile and a smile, and waved a small jet of water, hitting his protruding tongue.

The water column formed by the aura is icy cold to the heart, making Hu Qi's burning sensation on the tip of his tongue disappear immediately, and the whole person feels extremely cool.

After the uncomfortable feeling on the tip of his tongue completely faded away, the elder Nong withdrew his casting hand and joked, "Master Hu, what is bothering you? Why are you so absent-minded?"

Hu Qi sat down again, and said with a wry smile: "Don't make fun of me, Mr. Nong." He straightened his face, and said again: "I wonder if Mr. Nong knows anything about the leaders of the Demon Race?"

The old farmer pondered for a moment, and said: "Too much to dare to say, but there is still a little bit."

Hu Qi quickly put on an appearance of listening attentively.

"There are four branches of the Demon Clan, and each branch has a leader..." The old farmer straightened his mind and said slowly: "Mofeng, the leader of the Demon Clan, red-level cultivation, male, 20 years old..."

"what?"

Hu Qi, who was going to listen carefully, couldn't help suspecting that he had heard it wrong when he heard this.

"You said...how old is that magic wind?" He raised his eyebrows.

The old farmer said: "Twenty."

Hu Qi still couldn't believe it, "Are you sure he is twenty, not double twenty?"

The old farmer looked at him thoughtfully, and said, "Have Mr. Hu seen that Demon Wind?"

Hu Qidao: "We met once." The two of them not only met once, but also fought several times!Hu Qi secretly slandered.

"No wonder..." the old farmer nodded, "That Mofeng is much taller and burlier than ordinary people, and he is extremely serious and stable in his dealings with others. His style of behavior is really inconsistent with his age. Ten is also normal."