Liu Changfeng has always loved Qi Yan very much. Seeing that he came to him on his own initiative and asked to go to Zangshu Pavilion to read books, he naturally agreed and gave Qi Yan a pass to enter and exit Zangshu Pavilion early the next morning.
Qi Yan then entered the Library Pavilion and began to search for related books.
After learning that Qi Yan was doing things for him, Sword Spirit was very satisfied, and occasionally slapped Qi Yan's flattery in the gaps between quietly mocking other monks and boasting along the way.
There are many books in Zangshu Pavilion, and each book is neatly placed on the tall bookshelf.
The classification of books that Qi Yan was looking for was relatively unpopular, and there were not many monks who came, so he rummaged through a few volumes, quietly bent one leg, and sat down to read them.
The golden warm sun projected from the window above the bookshelf, and shone on Qi Yan's handsome white side face, turning his eyelashes brown.
The surroundings were quiet for a while, and the sword spirit couldn't bear the loneliness, and said in a muffled voice in the box: "Young students, don't leave the orphan in the coffin, the orphan also needs to be seen."
Qi Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him, then opened the sword box, and asked indifferently: "Which book do you want to read, senior?"
Sword Spirit replied: "Whatever, Gu also wants to know about your history."
There was no one around, so Qi Yan casually took a book for him, opened it and threw it in front of the sword box.
The sword spirit didn't know whether it could read or not, but after getting the scroll, it stopped, and only occasionally asked Qi Yan to help it turn the pages.
The sword spirit looked at it for a while, probably got tired of it, and started to harass Qi Yan again: "Young students, I ask you alone, the person you said is very important to you, but the stern-faced person Xiu?"
The sword spirit has been carried by Qi Yan's body for the past two days, and he has already figured out Qi Yan's social relationship, so he asked this question.
Qi Yan didn't look at it, but knowing it was talking about Liu Changfeng, he shook his head slightly: "That's my master, and it's very important to me. But it's not."
"The person who eats and sleeps with you cultivates?"
Qi Yan shook his head and said simply: "It's also very important. But it's not."
"Who is that? You tell Gu, Gu will help you deduce."
"A better person." Qi Yansi and Fang Yun couldn't help curling the corners of their lips, and a smile appeared on his face.He tilted his head, then raised his hand and closed the sword case, blocking the sword spirit's vision: "Senior, concentrate on reading."
The sword spirit protested, but Qi Yan acted as if he didn't hear it, and it had nothing to do but scream.
Qi Yan waited for it to calm down again, before saying again: "I'm going to look for him tonight, if senior comes with me, I can meet him."
Jian Ling was already flustered in idleness, but when he saw that Qi Yan was talking to him again, he immediately responded.
He didn't find anything of value that day.
At night, when it was completely dark, Qi Yan sneaked out again holding the sword box.
He came to the place where Fang Yun's corpse was hidden, and the surroundings were harmonious.But thinking of the dream that made him uneasy, he didn't dare to really let go.
Qi Yan bent his body alone, and with great effort pulled Fang Yun's black sarcophagus out of the earth cave, and then reached out his hand to feel inside.
Fang Yun's head was the first to be touched. It seems that Brother Fang got into the sarcophagus with his face up and his legs up first.
Qi Yan lifted the straw mat a little, and saw that the people inside were still lying there, as if they were asleep, so he felt at ease.
Following his bending, Jian Ling saw clearly the person inside the sarcophagus, and asked in a strange tone, "That's him?"
Qi Yan immediately asked, "Senior, do you recognize him?"
Sword Spirit said: "It's him, but when I woke up after a long sleep, I vaguely remembered something. He seemed to have splashed snake blood on my face. Just a few days ago, I was so scared. "
Qi Yan was taken aback: "Is that snake blood?"
"I guess..." Jian Ling whispered, "The Gu's family is most afraid of snakes. But a snake that can scare Gu should have become a dragon."
Flood dragon blood...Qi Yan knew in his heart that Sword Spirit was talking about the bright red liquid that Fang Yun put in the bamboo tube that day, and he also smelled blood at that time.
Qi Yan couldn't help admiring him: It's unbelievable that Brother Fang is so powerful that he can even get Jiaolong's blood.
Qi Yan put his palm on Fang Yun's side face, and rubbed his fingertips back and forth on his delicate skin.
Brother Fang said that he is a descendant of the sword forging family, so if he said that he has some means of his own, it should be.
It's just that Jiaolong is rare, and its traces are hard to find. Some small families even need to search for several years to find some traces.Why did brother Fang find it in two days?
How did Brother Fang know that it was the dragon's blood?
Qi Yan lowered his eyes to look at his brother Fang, and began to think again: I am afraid that brother Fang is hiding something from him, or he just hasn't explained it clearly to him.
It's not about the past, it's about the present.It was about whether Brother Fang represented only one person when he was in front of him, and it was about who was behind Brother Fang.
Qi Yan leaned over and kissed Fang Yun's bright forehead lightly. Under the drooping eyelids, his eyes were full of soft affection that he didn't dare to show easily: "This is what matters to me. man of."
Jianling didn't seem to be surprised by Qi Yan's intimate behavior towards another man, but asked very naturally: "You just dreamed that he died?"
Qi Yan gave a soft "hmm".
"That Gu thinks you don't have to worry too much." Jian Ling said, "He looks like he is dead."
Qi Yan was not angry, but simply retorted: "My brother is actually still alive."
He hugged the soft Fang Yun into his arms, put his side face on the other's forehead, and rubbed him intimately.
Qi Yan only felt that his nose was full of Fang Yun's pleasant smell,
Leaning softly against his body, motionless, as if he belonged to him.
His heart suddenly felt itchy. Looking at Fang Yun's relaxed face as if he was asleep, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his heart beating slowly, he felt that he had overestimated his self-control.
When Fang Yun was close to him, the disgusting and dirty desires in his heart slowly showed their feet again.
Disgusting and yearning...
He hesitated, then slowly bent down again.
Far away in the magic palace on the other side of the mainland, Fang Yun was concentrating on writing, but suddenly lost his mind, stiffened for a moment, then lost his grip on the brush, and fell on the paper with a "slap", dyed A large smear of ink.
Fang Yun... Fang Yun suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his mouth.
He couldn't tell what it felt like, it was kind of itchy.
Fang Yun immediately picked up the brush from the table, put it back on the pen holder, and then began to lick his mouth.
But that weird feeling didn't stop because of it, instead it moved around in the mouth.
Fang Yun had a sullen face, crossed his fingers, and put his hand in front of his lips, then wiped it with his thumb, and began to think seriously.
After a while, he seemed to remember something, and his complexion became a little ugly.
He cried in his heart: 202.
202 responded immediately: Hello, sir, 202 will serve you wholeheartedly.
Fang Yun asked: I remember you said before... If there is any change in my avatar, there is a certain chance that I will be able to notice it?
202: Exactly, sir.
Fang Yun got an affirmative answer, couldn't hold back, wiped his lips again, and licked his mouth again, his fair cheeks turned greenish green, his face was extremely ugly, it seemed that he was disgusted by something .
He said disgustedly: It's broken, I'm afraid something went wrong, something strange sneaked into his coffin.
Now, whether a mouse or a loach got into the mouth of that avatar, it is disgusting enough.
We must go to investigate some other day, but certainly not now.Now that the mouth is full of mouse fur, it really disgusts him to death.
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Qi Yan then entered the Library Pavilion and began to search for related books.
After learning that Qi Yan was doing things for him, Sword Spirit was very satisfied, and occasionally slapped Qi Yan's flattery in the gaps between quietly mocking other monks and boasting along the way.
There are many books in Zangshu Pavilion, and each book is neatly placed on the tall bookshelf.
The classification of books that Qi Yan was looking for was relatively unpopular, and there were not many monks who came, so he rummaged through a few volumes, quietly bent one leg, and sat down to read them.
The golden warm sun projected from the window above the bookshelf, and shone on Qi Yan's handsome white side face, turning his eyelashes brown.
The surroundings were quiet for a while, and the sword spirit couldn't bear the loneliness, and said in a muffled voice in the box: "Young students, don't leave the orphan in the coffin, the orphan also needs to be seen."
Qi Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him, then opened the sword box, and asked indifferently: "Which book do you want to read, senior?"
Sword Spirit replied: "Whatever, Gu also wants to know about your history."
There was no one around, so Qi Yan casually took a book for him, opened it and threw it in front of the sword box.
The sword spirit didn't know whether it could read or not, but after getting the scroll, it stopped, and only occasionally asked Qi Yan to help it turn the pages.
The sword spirit looked at it for a while, probably got tired of it, and started to harass Qi Yan again: "Young students, I ask you alone, the person you said is very important to you, but the stern-faced person Xiu?"
The sword spirit has been carried by Qi Yan's body for the past two days, and he has already figured out Qi Yan's social relationship, so he asked this question.
Qi Yan didn't look at it, but knowing it was talking about Liu Changfeng, he shook his head slightly: "That's my master, and it's very important to me. But it's not."
"The person who eats and sleeps with you cultivates?"
Qi Yan shook his head and said simply: "It's also very important. But it's not."
"Who is that? You tell Gu, Gu will help you deduce."
"A better person." Qi Yansi and Fang Yun couldn't help curling the corners of their lips, and a smile appeared on his face.He tilted his head, then raised his hand and closed the sword case, blocking the sword spirit's vision: "Senior, concentrate on reading."
The sword spirit protested, but Qi Yan acted as if he didn't hear it, and it had nothing to do but scream.
Qi Yan waited for it to calm down again, before saying again: "I'm going to look for him tonight, if senior comes with me, I can meet him."
Jian Ling was already flustered in idleness, but when he saw that Qi Yan was talking to him again, he immediately responded.
He didn't find anything of value that day.
At night, when it was completely dark, Qi Yan sneaked out again holding the sword box.
He came to the place where Fang Yun's corpse was hidden, and the surroundings were harmonious.But thinking of the dream that made him uneasy, he didn't dare to really let go.
Qi Yan bent his body alone, and with great effort pulled Fang Yun's black sarcophagus out of the earth cave, and then reached out his hand to feel inside.
Fang Yun's head was the first to be touched. It seems that Brother Fang got into the sarcophagus with his face up and his legs up first.
Qi Yan lifted the straw mat a little, and saw that the people inside were still lying there, as if they were asleep, so he felt at ease.
Following his bending, Jian Ling saw clearly the person inside the sarcophagus, and asked in a strange tone, "That's him?"
Qi Yan immediately asked, "Senior, do you recognize him?"
Sword Spirit said: "It's him, but when I woke up after a long sleep, I vaguely remembered something. He seemed to have splashed snake blood on my face. Just a few days ago, I was so scared. "
Qi Yan was taken aback: "Is that snake blood?"
"I guess..." Jian Ling whispered, "The Gu's family is most afraid of snakes. But a snake that can scare Gu should have become a dragon."
Flood dragon blood...Qi Yan knew in his heart that Sword Spirit was talking about the bright red liquid that Fang Yun put in the bamboo tube that day, and he also smelled blood at that time.
Qi Yan couldn't help admiring him: It's unbelievable that Brother Fang is so powerful that he can even get Jiaolong's blood.
Qi Yan put his palm on Fang Yun's side face, and rubbed his fingertips back and forth on his delicate skin.
Brother Fang said that he is a descendant of the sword forging family, so if he said that he has some means of his own, it should be.
It's just that Jiaolong is rare, and its traces are hard to find. Some small families even need to search for several years to find some traces.Why did brother Fang find it in two days?
How did Brother Fang know that it was the dragon's blood?
Qi Yan lowered his eyes to look at his brother Fang, and began to think again: I am afraid that brother Fang is hiding something from him, or he just hasn't explained it clearly to him.
It's not about the past, it's about the present.It was about whether Brother Fang represented only one person when he was in front of him, and it was about who was behind Brother Fang.
Qi Yan leaned over and kissed Fang Yun's bright forehead lightly. Under the drooping eyelids, his eyes were full of soft affection that he didn't dare to show easily: "This is what matters to me. man of."
Jianling didn't seem to be surprised by Qi Yan's intimate behavior towards another man, but asked very naturally: "You just dreamed that he died?"
Qi Yan gave a soft "hmm".
"That Gu thinks you don't have to worry too much." Jian Ling said, "He looks like he is dead."
Qi Yan was not angry, but simply retorted: "My brother is actually still alive."
He hugged the soft Fang Yun into his arms, put his side face on the other's forehead, and rubbed him intimately.
Qi Yan only felt that his nose was full of Fang Yun's pleasant smell,
Leaning softly against his body, motionless, as if he belonged to him.
His heart suddenly felt itchy. Looking at Fang Yun's relaxed face as if he was asleep, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his heart beating slowly, he felt that he had overestimated his self-control.
When Fang Yun was close to him, the disgusting and dirty desires in his heart slowly showed their feet again.
Disgusting and yearning...
He hesitated, then slowly bent down again.
Far away in the magic palace on the other side of the mainland, Fang Yun was concentrating on writing, but suddenly lost his mind, stiffened for a moment, then lost his grip on the brush, and fell on the paper with a "slap", dyed A large smear of ink.
Fang Yun... Fang Yun suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his mouth.
He couldn't tell what it felt like, it was kind of itchy.
Fang Yun immediately picked up the brush from the table, put it back on the pen holder, and then began to lick his mouth.
But that weird feeling didn't stop because of it, instead it moved around in the mouth.
Fang Yun had a sullen face, crossed his fingers, and put his hand in front of his lips, then wiped it with his thumb, and began to think seriously.
After a while, he seemed to remember something, and his complexion became a little ugly.
He cried in his heart: 202.
202 responded immediately: Hello, sir, 202 will serve you wholeheartedly.
Fang Yun asked: I remember you said before... If there is any change in my avatar, there is a certain chance that I will be able to notice it?
202: Exactly, sir.
Fang Yun got an affirmative answer, couldn't hold back, wiped his lips again, and licked his mouth again, his fair cheeks turned greenish green, his face was extremely ugly, it seemed that he was disgusted by something .
He said disgustedly: It's broken, I'm afraid something went wrong, something strange sneaked into his coffin.
Now, whether a mouse or a loach got into the mouth of that avatar, it is disgusting enough.
We must go to investigate some other day, but certainly not now.Now that the mouth is full of mouse fur, it really disgusts him to death.
The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: Embrace Plato, 1 gago;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
10 bottles of magpie bird; 5 bottles of Qingxiao meow; lemon pickled fish. 4 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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