The male protagonist has a crush on this seat's vest

Brother Fang's and Cang Jiuyun's faces, in Qi Yan's heart to this day, still can't completely coincide.

Qi Yan raised this kind of hope that he knew was impossible in his heart, and at the same time mocked himself for not wanting to face reality, staring at Yang Mu and slowly frowned.

Since Cang Jiuyun was caught, he hadn't come to see the sarcophagus for a long time.

He used to think that when he knew about the betrayal again, those good memories of the past had changed, and would eventually settle to a place where he could no longer notice it with the years, and be completely forgotten.

But the fact is that some things can be forgotten, and some things are like good wine, the more they settle down, the better they look.

Feeling nauseous on the one hand, but obsessed with it, like an addictive drug.

... What is Cang Jiuyun thinking?

In the end, Qi Yan just reached out and touched the petals, and heaved a long sigh and looked away: "I can't find him."

The little monster moved its little feet together, looked at him and blinked.

"Do you think..." Qi Yan asked the little monster hesitantly, "Does the person I captured resemble him?"

"I don't know." The little monster shook his ears and replied truthfully, "Maybe it's a little bit like it."

Qi Yan turned his eyes to look like it: "Where does it look like?"

The little monster replied: "Smell."

If they are really one person, and the incarnation is shaped according to the body, then there is nothing wrong with the similar smell.

But similar, in the end not the same.

There are so many people with similar smells, this doesn't seem to explain anything.

Qi Yan lowered his eyes, and his fingertips flicked across the sarcophagus.

... The one who would be gentle to the bone, always smile at him, secretly put away the vulgar things he made without reason, and desperately save him.

Who is that person who is not a relative but is better than a relative, who was his most solid backing in the past?

Every curve of Brother Fang's lips, every slight movement of the brow, seemed to be engraved into his bone marrow, and he could never forget it.

He doesn't have any big ambitions to become number one in the world.

All along, it has been his greatest ambition to have a quiet time with Brother Fang.

Qi Yan leaned over, kissed lightly on the sarcophagus, then put the lid back on, and said to the little monster at his feet: "Let's go."

After catching Cang Jiuyun, he always had a feeling that he was in control of everything, but after careful calculation, he still seemed to have nothing.

In the next few days, Fang Yun realized that his injury was getting better little by little. Although it was limited, it could keep him awake for a longer period of time every day.

Qi Yan would still come to see him on time every day, and at the beginning he would say some cruel words to threaten him—similar to wanting to kill Li Wushuang brutally, to tie him up and make him uncomfortable, to kill him Throw him into a pigsty, and keep him hungry all the time.

But then probably because he didn't respond after talking for a while, and he was afraid that he would really kill him, so Qi Yan untied the parts that bound his legs and feet, and continued to tightly bind his wrists behind his back.

Thinking about it, now that he is bound by the fairy rope, his cultivation has been sealed, and he is stared at by so many monsters with keen five senses. At most, he is just wandering around in this room. Qi Yan is not afraid He ran off on his own turf.

On the other side, although Qi Yan went to see Cang Jiuyun's pitiful situation every day, he couldn't feel happy at all, instead his mood became more and more gloomy.

Every time he asked Brother Fang, Cang Jiuyun would keep his mouth shut, and occasionally he would sneer when he said too much.

Every time he threatened the other party, Cang Jiuyun either didn't respond, or came back with no weak taunt.

These days, based on the clues about the body of pure yin that he had seized before, Qi Yan sent people out several times to inquire.

As a result, the batch of demon cultivators brought out by Li Wushuang had no useful information.

And although the demon cultivators in the Hehuan Demon Sect seem to be a bit deceitful because they have already left their hearts, because of his threat to say something about the furnace, they thought he was interested in it and promised to donate their sect. The highest quality furnace tripod in the door.

When Qi Yan got the news, he immediately took care of himself and went there in person excitedly.

However, what he received was only a sallow, thin, submissive young man.

It has nothing to do with Brother Fang, and it is said that it was snatched from other places. Although he has been imprisoned in the Hehuan Sect for many years, he still doesn't know much about the Hehuan Sect.

Still no progress.

Qi Yan could only absent-mindedly order someone to find a place for the young boy to settle down.

But fortunately, he didn't get nothing. In order to win his trust, the Demon Cultivator of Hehuan Sect offered him a spirit stone that could be used to identify his physique.

It is said that you only need to drop blood on it, and if it is really a pure yin body, the spirit stone will turn white.

Therefore, as soon as Qi Yan came back, he hurriedly went to look for Cang Jiuyun.

When he entered, Cang Jiuyun seemed to have just woken up, standing straight in front of the couch, with his back to the door as if looking at something.

The black hair hangs lazily behind him, covering his restrained wrists.

Hearing the movement behind him, Cang Jiuyun froze for a moment, then immediately turned his head to look over with a stern face.

Not seeing his wrists made Qi Yan feel a little unhappy, so Qi Yan sneered: "Sect Master Cang is so leisurely."

Fang Yun had just woken up so early that he couldn't fall asleep, but he didn't want to continue lying down, so he got up and looked at the fine lines on the wall in a daze.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yan came in in such a short time, which shocked him.

It was only now that the sky was getting brighter, Qi Yan came earlier than usual, Fang Yun couldn't help frowning slightly.

Qi Yan didn't really want to get close to Cang Jiuyun, so he strode over, forcefully lifted Cang Jiuyun's black hair, took his hand, and stroked his fingertips with his nails, then stroked Cang Jiuyun's skin was broken.

Qi Yan immediately used Lingshi to catch the blood oozing from his wound.

Although Fang Yun had already seen his intention, there was no way to dodge the left and right sides, so he had to accept it without blinking.

The moment the spirit stone came into contact with the first drop of blood, the originally crystal clear surface seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist.

It is really a body of pure yin.

On this clue, Cang Jiuyun is still the most suitable candidate for Brother Fang.

There's nothing to be lucky about, it's the way it is.

Qi Yan clenched his fingertips unconsciously.

But he just smiled on his face, and then raised his hand to pinch Cang Jiuyun's chin, fiddled with it left and right, and then casually said: "The body of pure yin...It seems that even if you have been in charge of the sect for many years, But Sect Master Cang still has many little secrets of his own, which should not be revealed to outsiders."

Fang Yun was forced to look at the other party at close range again.He stared at Qi Yan's stern face without saying a word.

Qi Yan paused for a moment, and seeing that he didn't respond, he said again: "In other words, Sect Master Cang is seriously injured now, but falling into my hands is a hundred times better than falling into the furnace cauldron in the hands of other demon cultivators of the Demon Sect."

Qi Yan squeezed harder again, accentuated his tone, and asked coldly, "Then do you believe that I will throw you out again?"

"It's useless for me to support you now. Sect Master Cang, why don't you tell me, do you want to stay here, or throw it out and be captured by other demon cultivators and become a furnace? Hmm?"

Qi Yan stared at him at this moment, as if a poisonous snake was staring at him, his cold words licked his face and ears like snake letters, and Fang Yun felt cold all over.

But these days, Fang Yun has roughly figured out Qi Yan's way of threatening him.

It's nothing more than saying some sensational and scary words first to frighten himself, and then projecting in the dark to hint at what he really wants to force himself to do.

Even at this time, Qi Yan had just uttered the first half of the sentence, and Fang Yun had already guessed what the second half of his sentence was: If you still want to stay with me and live a stable life, then please please me, it seems useful.

Fang Yun looked back at him without fear, sneered, and replied hoarsely: "If you want, you can throw me out directly."

So again.

Now the status gap between them is so obvious, but Cang Jiuyun still seems to be on top.

Qi Yan's face became more gloomy, and Cang Jiuyun, who had a gloomy face, moved closer, lowered his voice and asked, "Sect Master Cang can take it easy. I don't know what Guardian Li thinks."

"I still keep him now, just to give Sect Master Cang some thin face. You can walk freely, but he may soon become a pig in the pigsty."

He started talking about Li Wushuang again.

Fang Yun said heartlessly: "Skills are not as good as others, and there is nothing to say about success and failure."

Qi Yan frowned, looking even more vicious, as if carrying a hostility that could kill him with a single palm.

Fang Yun looked at this familiar but extremely unfamiliar face, feeling tightly suppressed and extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't understand more and more what Qi Yan wanted.

In the past few days, Qi Yan occasionally ran over to hold him down in the middle of the night with an ugly face, as if he wanted to force him to do something that he didn't want to do at all.

But every time he couldn't really make it to that step, every time Qi Yan would press him for a while and then leave again without saying a word.

It was as if he was purposely watching him in the middle of the night to make fun of him turning pale and trembling when he was frightened.

It seems that in Qi Yan's eyes, whether he is an enemy or a friend, he has already lost his qualifications.He was completely reduced to a plaything.

Fang Yun also stared at him sternly, without giving in at all.

In the end, the two broke up again.

After watching Cang Jiuyun, Qi Yan's expression was gloomy as always, as if dripping water.

The little monster who followed at his feet watched and listened for so many days, even if he was a fool, he should have figured out something.

Qi Yan looked around for the person in the coffin, and asked it if the two people looked like, presumably he had something in his heart that he didn't want to say.

It timidly asked: "Master Demon King, you feel distressed because of that human's non-cooperation?"

Qi Yan didn't respond, but he didn't deny it either.

The little monster said courteously: "I would like to share your worries for the adults."

Qi Yan slightly turned his eyes to look at it, stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips: "Huh?"

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