The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

60.

Feeling the cool breath approaching suddenly, Long Xiao froze instantly: "You..."

Fu Ziqiu put his hand on Long Xiao's waist, gripping his narrow waist so thinly that he could wrap it with two hands: "Where is the soreness?"

Fu Ziqiu pinched it lightly, as if afraid of breaking him.

Long Xiao's Adam's apple rolled, and just about to speak, the fingers on his waist rubbed his waist in a chaotic manner.

Fu Ziqiu rubbed and asked, "Here?"

The thumb stayed on the abrupt tailbone, and touched the flesh and bones: "...or here?"

Long Xiao gritted his teeth, half of his body went limp from the persistent inquiries in his ears and the wanton palms on his waist.

He grabbed the railing, put his toes against the white jade wall, and dodged forward.

"Is it itchy?" Fu Ziqiu asked seriously, and pulled Long Xiao towards him with his arms around his waist: "I remember that Gu Zhizhou is ticklish here."

"...I'm afraid too." Long Xiao clasped Fu Ziqiu's wrist, and turned around between his arms: "Don't press it."

Looking at each other suddenly, Long Xiao's eyes could clearly see the embarrassment.

Fu Ziqiu froze for a moment, the person in front of him was suddenly painted with an old color by the warm light.The long river of memory suddenly opened, and the evening wind howled to disperse the scattered dust.

The setting sun pierced through the clouds, covering Long Xiao's shoulders.

Wen Run's face is fair and delicate, and the naturally drooping eye ends make him look extra gentle, and he is indeed gentle, even speaking softly, with a gentle wind.

Long Xiao leaned on the white jade railing, with his elbows bent to support the countertop. This is a movement he doesn't know how to do usually. When there are outsiders, he always tenses up, his back is straight, and he stands wherever he wants. All like a pine tree.

In midsummer, this place is a cool place.It is mainly due to the river behind Long Xiao, which meanders from the Nine Heavens God Mountain, all the way into the fairyland of the heavens, and every summer, it emits some cool air by itself.

Long Xiao is afraid of the cold but not the heat. The reason why he came here is to ask the people around him: "It's rare for me to take a break. Are you sure you just want to have a wind here?"

Qinghe held a paper fan in his hand and kept fanning his face.Hearing Long Xiao's words, he turned his sweaty face: "It's so hot, where else can I go? Anywhere I go will cost me half my life, so I just want to stay here."

Long Xiao stared at the fan in his hand, and pointed: "Where did you find it? This is Taishang Laojun's Yuhua fan, not for you to fan."

"I know, but I searched around, and this fan is the coolest." Qinghe bumped Long Xiao, "Don't be so stingy, what's wrong with lending me some use?"

"No." Long Xiao stretched out his hand: "The Yuhua Fan has the illusion of dementia. A little bird like you can't control it. Bring it for your own good."

"Don't look down on people!" Qing He threw his fan back: "You go to the Blue Bird Clan and look for them, and see how many are better than me."

Long Xiao seldom argues with others, and he doesn't talk to him too much. He just gathers his palms together and sucks Yuhua Fan over.

Qing He grabbed it and emptied it, and walked up to Long Xiao in two steps: "Give it to me!"

Long Xiao raised his hands: "Don't thump, I won't follow you."

"Long, don't go too far!"

In the whole world, only Qinghe dared to be as big or small as Long Xiao, but those who had been pampered too much didn't know it, and went to grab it if they said nothing.

Long Xiao closed his fan with a "snap", dodged left and right and hid his hands behind his back, blocking Qinghe's movements with one hand: "Qinghe, don't touch randomly! Qinghe!"

"If you're afraid I'll touch it, hand over the fan." Qing He made a smirk, and stretched out his hand to Long Xiao's waist: "If you don't give it to me, I will tickle you!"

"Hey! Qinghe!" Long Xiao bent over and hid to the side, being forced by Qinghe all the way to the corner of the fence and stone pillar: "Oh, I'm afraid of you. Stop making trouble, itchy..."

Long Xiao backed away while laughing, his trembling waist went limp.Taking advantage of the situation, Qinghe grabbed his wrist, put his knee against Long Xiao's thigh, and tightly trapped him: "How about it, do you still underestimate me?"

Qinghe was really afraid of the heat, his palms were hot and sweaty, and now he rubbed all over Long Xiao's wrist, which was hot and greasy.

Long Xiao moved his hands uncomfortably, and said helplessly, "Let go, what a shame."

Not only did Qing He not let go, but instead he leaned closer.His chest was pressed against Long Xiao's, and all the hot breath he exhaled was thrown on the other party's face. Beads of sweat slid down his temples to his chin, and Qinghe rubbed Long Xiao's shoulder fiercely without notice.

"..."

It's obviously not that they can't break free, no more than ten of these little birds are Long Xiao's opponents, so they choose to continue letting go.

"Say," Qinghe wiped off the sweat on Long Xiao's clothes: "Am I good?"

"Awesome, very powerful." Long Xiao said, "Aren't you hot? It's even hotter if you're together like this."

Qinghe seemed to have given up on grabbing the fan, and let go of his hand.

Long Xiao hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when the tortured bird wrapped his arms around him and hung him.

"Ah, I found that you are so cool and comfortable, let me hug you." Qinghe hugged Long Xiao, sweat all over his forehead rubbing against his neck: "Long Xiao, your neck is so white, I really want to peck it. "

A bird without human resources dares to say and do anything.Probably because he used Long Xiao's neck as a piece of wood, and it made him feel itchy.

Long Xiao tilted his head in shock, presumably because he knew the virtue of this stupid bird very well, and was about to stop him: "Qinghe, don't..."

"Boom~"

This tilted head pose completely exposes the beautiful neck, the light blue blood vessels are hidden under the delicate flesh, and the slightly curved lines are drawn into a seductive arc, from the jaw all the way to the shoulders, as if wiping himself dry Net sent to other people's mouth.

Qinghe took a bite without hesitation.

Long Xiao was completely stunned. No matter how noisy Qinghe was on weekdays, he would just treat him as a lively and active bird tribe, and most of them would not stop him.Unexpectedly, this silly bird would kick its nose and face, relying on its own ignorance to flirt everywhere, and even flirt with him.

"Why are your ears red?" After pecking, Qing He rested his chin on Long Xiao's shoulder. When he lifted his eyes, he saw the red roots of his ears. He thought it was cute, and he poked it with his hand: "It's soft."

Qinghe leaned over again, taking advantage of the danger while Long Xiao was in a daze, and bit the tender earlobe with one bite.

For hundreds of years, the emperor has always only known the common people in the world, and has never thought about the major events of life, but he is not like a blue bird who is ignorant of the world's affairs. He knows a little after seeing and hearing.

Although he knew that Qinghe was just grinding his teeth like a piece of wood, the ripples in his heart still spread uncontrollably.

He leaned against Qinghe's chest, his ears were still held in his mouth, and he could feel Qinghe's teeth sharply grinding on the flesh, and even the soft tongue that accidentally brushed against him.

"Don't bite." Long Xiao froze into a piece of iron, lowered his eyes to stare at the ground, and pushed against Qinghe twice.

Qinghe let go, and looked at Long Xiao's reaction in confusion: "You're angry."

"No." Long Xiao turned around as if he had been pardoned, and lay down on the fence, feeling that the half of his body bitten by Qing He was numb.In a panic, he threw the fan to Qinghe, and without looking at him, he just said, "Hold the fan for Re, and be careful not to touch the organ."

The ignorant blue bird seemed to be aware that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, and the fan in his hand after tossing for a long time suddenly became very heavy, and he completely lost the interest he had just had to do.

Fanning with a fan is not as comfortable as holding Long Xiao.

This direct way of giving is not as fun as grabbing and grabbing.

Most importantly, he found that his sudden loss was due to Long Xiao not letting him peck him.

Long Xiao pushed him away.

Long Xiao, who would never reject him, just pushed him away.

This depressed mood just started and then got out of control, the hot sweat all over the body suddenly cooled down, the clothes were tightly attached to the back, and the cool wind was blowing and it was still cold.

Qinghe rubbed his nose and sneezed.

Long Xiao turned around and looked at him: "Is it cold?"

Qinghe shook his head, tentatively moving closer to Long Xiao.

Long Xiao quietly moved half a step to the side.

Seeing this, Qing He felt his heart beating up and down, feeling that the sky was about to collapse, and asked weakly, "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Long Xiao was probably also upset at the moment: "What?"

"I'm coming here, why are you hiding..."

"Ah? I didn't..." Long Xiao took a step towards him: "I didn't hide, I just swayed casually."

Qinghe was a little more satisfied: "You pushed me just now, you never refused me anything."

Long Xiao's eyes flickered twice: "No, it's hot."

Qing He pouted: "Do you not like me pecking you?"

Long Xiao, who has been well-cultivated since he was a child, almost knelt down to this ancestor: "No, I..."

Qinghe immediately said: "Then you like it?"

"No...it's not, I'm that, you..." The eloquent and eloquent Dijun, who fought against all heroes in the court, experienced for the first time what it means to be "incoherent". In the end, he gave up struggling and threw down a sentence: " Either peck the tree or peck me, get out from here and don't just grab someone and gnaw like you did just now, you hear me?"

This time it was Qinghe's turn to be confused: "...Huh?"

Long Xiao was as benevolent as he could, and felt that his words were inappropriate, and he was eaten by a dog full of etiquette.

Forget it, it's all said and done.

He flicked Qinghe's forehead, gently and helplessly: "Did you hear that?"

Qing He nodded half-understanding, and explained in a low voice: "I don't just peck anyone I see, that person is you."

Long Xiao chuckled lightly: "Understood."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Qinghe rubbed Long Xiao's arm boldly: "Then can you let me hug you again, to cool off."

Long Xiao sighed: "Didn't everyone give you the fan?"

"Little birds like us can't handle Taishang Laojun's precious fan." Qing He stretched out his hand from Long Xiao's waist cautiously: "In case of any illusion, once it goes in, it won't come out."

Long Xiao didn't move or stop, his back pressed against his hot chest.He raised his eyes, and the clouds and divine light were clearly reflected in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid even if you are trapped," Long Xiao said softly, "I will find you, no matter where it is."

Qing He hugged Long Xiao's waist tightly, and smiled contentedly.

Fu Ziqiu's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw himself in Long Xiao's eyes.

"Ziqiu, why are you in a daze?"

Long Xiao's hand shook twice in front of him, but was suddenly grabbed by Fu Ziqiu.

"what happened?"

Fu Ziqiu was stuck, his lips moved for a while, but he still didn't know what to say.

Seeing his bewildered look, Long Xiao became anxious: "Ziqiu, what's the matter?"

"It's okay." Fu Ziqiu cleared his throat and swallowed the words back: "Just... think about the past."

Long Xiao nodded: "If you have something to do, you must tell me."

Fu Ziqiu looked at him, and it took him a long time to agree: "Yes."

How should I explain it? I was caught off guard and saw a piece of the past in Long Xiao's eyes just now.

I don't know which year and which month, it is about Long Xiao and Qinghe.

That's all, what makes Fu Ziqiu indescribable is Qinghe's appearance.

I really saw a ghost, the **** mother Qinghe looks exactly like him.

"Am I crazy at last..." Fu Ziqiu thought, since Long Xiao came back, whether he was dreaming or hallucinating, he forcibly stuffed the past of Long Xiao and Qinghe into his memory as if he had been poisoned. The most important thing is that he still can't tell whether these messy things are imagined by himself or if they really existed.There was no way to ask Long Xiao, this man was very tight-lipped, and he refused to say anything more after mentioning Qinghe last time.

The first few times he saw only the back, or a blurred outline, but every time Qing He wanted to turn his face around, he could always wake up in an instant.It's not that I haven't been curious about Qinghe's appearance, but it's too fucking weird to put my head on someone else all of a sudden!

Fu Ziqiu was a little uncomfortable.

Long Xiao was still saying: "I hinted at this matter to Qi Wu before, please ask him to investigate."

Fu Ziqiu replied absently: "When did you start to doubt Yan Yun?"

"That time in Qinghuanzhou, but I just thought it was strange at the time. Later, the elder of Yulian Peak died, and I was taken to the Disciplinary Department. It was quite boring there, so I started thinking about Qin Zhonghe." Long Xiao said: "When Qi Wu came later, he mentioned to me the secret story of Crouching Dragon Tears, and then I thought of Yan Yun."

Fu Ziqiu paused, and said slowly: "I remember...there are messengers in Qinghuanzhou, do letters from all parties in the three realms and six realms have to go through their hands?"

"You just realized it." Long Xiao said, "So I was just skeptical at first, until today, when Chu Cheng said that he hadn't received the letter from Asura Dao, I was convinced that there was something wrong with Yan Yun."

Fu Ziqiu's sluggish nerves slowly recovered, he pondered for a few breaths and said: "His move is a dangerous move, betting on Chu Cheng's intolerance of sand, once Shura Dao and the Celestial Clan go to war, the situation will definitely get out of control. At that time, no matter which side is proud, it will only further catalyze the conflict, and no one will remember that there is still a letter that has not been obtained, and no one will suspect him."

"Well, the risk is a bit risky, but the chances of winning are great. If it wasn't for me... Gu Zhizhou was struck by lightning, the current situation has already developed in the direction they want." Long Xiao smiled: "This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise." ?”

What kind of luck is this.

Fu Ziqiu didn't answer.

Long Xiao said: "But now that we are coming back with great fanfare, Yan Yun may not be able to sit still. Especially since the power of the inner demons has recovered, they will take action in the near future. I have already made a relationship with Long Yuan Daoming, and now I just have to wait Yan Yun makes a move, let's catch him."

Fu Ziqiu responded.

The two walked back slowly along the long corridor. After saying this, neither of them spoke again, each thinking about their own thoughts, until the cry of Xiaodouzi came from far and near.

Long Xiao raised his heart, and after exchanging glances with Fu Ziqiu, he quickened his pace tacitly.

But he didn't go far, and the little bean from the end of the corridor ran over with a pair of short legs.Seeing Long Xiao and Fu Ziqiu, she cried "Wow" even more.