All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

After a moment of silence, the young man spoke in his usual understatement tone: "Brother Zhou guesses."

Hearing this, Jing Zhou's heart sank. The so-called guess, in fact, eight|nine is not far from ten is the affirmative answer.

Sure enough, in the heart of the little bastard, this old man named A Yan has an irreplaceable position, right?Otherwise, why would you call him by his name even in your dreams...

Jing Zhou felt uncomfortable, but raised the corners of his lips calmly: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to guess."

As long as it is not pierced, there is still room and hope, and it can be treated as if nothing happened.

Jing Zhou knew it well, he just didn't want to embarrass himself too much.

If it was in the past, he didn't care that this little bastard had a few Ayans in his heart, he just wanted to brush his own favor, and it was serious to complete the task as soon as possible and return to the present world, but now... everything has become complicated and uncontrollable.

While he was thinking wildly, the boy suddenly put his nose on his neck again, and took a deep breath.

The hot and humid breath made Jing Zhou tremble: "What's wrong?"

"Brother Zhou has a smell." As he spoke, the young man leaned against the back of his neck and took a deep breath.

To be precise, this is the unique aura of Zhu Yan, which is familiar to young people. It is a kind of fresh air similar to forest vegetation, light and quiet, as if blowing from ancient times, and it is more reassuring than benzoin.

In the past, he liked to lean on Zhu Yan's fluffy body and smell the ancient forest smell to fall asleep. He spent countless days and nights in the ghost domain where there was no day and night, and the seasons changed.

Jing Zhou thought that the other party disliked him, so he said embarrassingly: "Cough... I just killed so many ghost-headed snakes, it is inevitable that there is a bit of bloody smell, you move your face away, and I will go to Xunjia Inn later, and I will wash it off. .”

The young man didn't answer, he took it for granted that he was holding A Yan all the time, and now he was rubbing against Jing Zhou again, A Yan's smell was brought to Jing Zhou with the intimate movements of each other.

Thinking of this, he simply put his face against Jing Zhou's neck: "I'm sleepy, let's sleep for a while."

"Well, go to sleep, I'll call you when I get to the inn."

The young man murmured, closed his eyes and went to sleep, he let himself sink in the breath of the forest, what if A Yan came back after waking up?

It's a pity that the sky didn't fulfill his wish, the person he saw after waking up was still Jing Zhou, and the other party had asked the store to prepare bath soup.

Jing Zhou knew that the little bastard loves to be clean, he has to bathe and change clothes every day, when he saw that he woke up, he hugged him by the side of the bathtub, and skillfully untied the belt around his waist.

There was no dust or blood stains on the boy's body, it was clean, Jing Zhou's fingers brushed over the red brocade, and saw the wound on the porcelain white skin that had been cleaned and started to heal slightly, and he was suddenly puzzled——

When he lost consciousness, who repelled the million Yin soldiers?Who helped them find the Gu box containing the female Blood Tuberculosis Gu?Who treated Yu Ci's wound?And who put that painting... back into his hands, many doubts snowballed, could it be that the old senior that Yu Ci was talking about appeared...?

Because of too much thought, his hand stopped unconsciously.

"What are you thinking about?"

"...Huh?" Jing Zhou came back to his senses.

The boy gave him a deep look: "I'm cold."

Only then did Jing Zhou realize that he had already taken off his clothes, and hurriedly hugged her and sat in the large bathtub.

"I was wondering what happened to Prison City when I was unconscious."

"The spirit-binding forbidden technique is against the way of heaven, maybe it was taken care of by the way of heaven himself."

Jing Zhou smiled disbelievingly: "If so, many things will be convenient."

The young man shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows, after all the twists and turns and bad things you have done, now that you kill him, you are doing justice for the heavens."

Jing Zhou loosened the hair tie for him, and the black hair fell down like a waterfall of ink, covering the young man's fair neck and slender collarbone. Jing Zhou lowered his head slightly, looking at the reflection in the water.

No matter how many times I look at this face, it is always very beautiful, but maybe it is because it is so beautiful, it always has the illusory meaning of the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror.

"Xi'er, you know your face after all the twists and turns, right?"

"know."

"Who is the prototype?"

"Who can make Qu Jiuzhe angry enough to use a million Yin soldiers to deal with it, brother Zhou thinks there is anyone else?"

Jing Zhou patted his loose hands for him: "Ghost Lord Qi Jue."

The boy smiled, and the hot water in the bathtub shook: "That's right."

Jing Zhou sneered in his heart, I don't know how many things you have kept from me...

"Have you met Qi Jue?"

"I can't see Qi Jue's face."

"then you…"

"I've seen Qu Jiuzhe's face before he was disfigured. Isn't there a saying that Qu Jiuzhe and Qi Jue are uncles and nephews, do they have five or six points of similar appearance? That day Mr. Gu said that Wu Nanguo people worship Qi Jue, I roughly remembered what Qu Jiuzhe looked like, and after taking Yirong Dan, I adjusted it according to my memory, and now I have the current appearance. The artist drew a portrait and sent it over, telling Qu Jiuzhe that I know where the person in the painting is, and asked him to bring a female Gu worm to meet me and exchange information."

"..."

"It is said that only Qu Jiuzhe and Zhu Yan have seen Qi Jue's face in the whole world. The painting sent to Qu Jiuzhe may not be exactly the same as Qi Jue himself, but who can guarantee that after so many years, Qi Jue Is the appearance of the painting unchanged? There is no guarantee, right? He could easily identify the person in the painting as Qi Jue, so after seeing this painting, he is naturally willing to come to see me."

Jing Zhou scooped up a spoonful of hot water and wet the young man's hair: "So you took another gamble, using this ambiguous face to provoke Qu Jiuzhe, let him show his cards, and use his own death to summon millions of Yin soldiers ?”

The reflection swayed, and the corner of the boy's lips froze with a sneer: "Brother Zhou really understands..."

But before he could finish his sentence, the spoonful of water in Jing Zhou's hand poured straight down his head, unreasonably and without warning, the water seeped into the boy's eyes, choked into the boy's mouth and nose——

"I understand your ass!"

Jing Zhou's fire burst out all of a sudden.

The young man coughed a few times, turned his head violently to wipe the water from the corners of his eyes and brows, and stood up from the bathtub with a splash. He never expected that Jing Zhou would be so... so rude to him!

"Yes, you took a gamble, and I don't care about the lives of the villains in that city, but have you thought about what if I lose the bet and I die? What if you die?"

Jing Zhou was a little out of breath. He didn't know what happened to him tonight. Ever since he heard the sound of Ah Yan in his sleep, he had been on fire, and the pressure became more and more intense. Finally, when the young man told the chess game he had arranged without authorization, Then, this unknown fire broke out.

Dare to love what the other party thinks and do, never discuss it with him, and keep in the dark about even dangerous things, what is the difference between this and a pawn for the other party to drive?

Jing Zhou was so angry that his eyes turned red, wishing he could also pour water on himself, cold water.

A trace of sternness flashed in the boy's eyes, but when he saw that Jing Zhou was really angry, he put away his temper and said calmly, "Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

"..." Jing Zhou met his eyes, the other's eyelashes were dripping with water, he wanted to reach out to wipe him off, but he held back.

"Haven't we always been like this?"

"..."

"Can't you afford to bet?"

"..."

"Aren't we all good? I didn't lose the bet, and I won very well. The evil spirits trapped in the prison city were also liberated and went to death. Isn't it a good thing?"

"..."

"I always believe that brother Zhou can solve everything."

The boy intentionally got very close to him, the steam from his body warmly evaporated onto Jing Zhou's skin, and the tips of their noses were almost touching.

Because it was too close, the beauty of the young man became even more breathtaking and soul-stirring.

Jing Zhou knew that if the stalemate continued like this, he would fail, so he looked away as if admitting defeat: "Then I really let you down."

With that said, he hurriedly left, and before pushing the door, he took off the towel and threw it on the boy.

Then he disappeared into the corridor of the inn without looking back.

He has always been a gentle and calm person, and he seldom loses his temper in front of others, and this time he is indeed a little inexplicable.

Maybe it's because you care too much about the other party, and your temper becomes irritable and elusive.

Jing Zhou held his head in his hands, ruffled his hair annoyed and irritable, and leaned on the railing to blow the humid night wind of the southern region.

Wait for yourself to calm down before going back.

So he opened another guest room next to the original guest room, and took out the portrait of the young man that he held tightly after waking up, looking at it thoughtfully.

In the middle of the night, the lights in the boy's house were still on. He didn't expect that Jing Zhou, who had always doted on him, would lose his temper at him without warning.

But after thinking about it, this may not be a bad thing, after all, losing his temper is also showing his sincerity.

It can only be said that his chips have increased, and his chances of winning have also increased.

This night, the young man was sleeping next to the wall, he reserved a place for Jing Zhou, and when the light was on, he got confused first.

He had a dream.

Dreaming back to the day when Zhu Yan's soul vanished into thin air, the white snow flew down and landed in the vast snowy field where he was alone.

It was very cold, as the master of all ghosts, one should not be afraid of the cold, but Qi Jue was afraid, after all, he was used to having a warm presence beside him, warming him and protecting him for thousands of days and nights in the past.

From now on, I can only live alone in this cold ghost land.

Qi Jue thought, suddenly he wanted to cry, just like when he was a child, he could cry to A Yan unscrupulously, and when he cried, this guy would lick off his tears and draw circles on his palm with his fluffy paws Lap and lull him to sleep.

But after...

His body shook suddenly, and a warm cloth was draped over his shoulders. Qi Jue turned his head abruptly, but behind him was a vast expanse of whiteness and solitude. He hurriedly searched around, and finally saw a small silhouette.

The joy of regaining what was lost made him run towards that person desperately, stumbled and fell all the way, he deliberately didn't get up, and waited for the other person to help him.

As he expected, the man walked towards him, and he smelled a light and ancient forest smell, which was his Ayan's smell.

The man approached, stretched out his hand towards him, his slender fingers were warm, Qi Jue held it, and let the other party pull him up.

He smiled, smiled and smiled as the falling snow melted on his eyelids, and two streams of snow water flowed across his face. At first glance, it was as if he was really crying, and he raised his head: "A Yan, you are finally willing to come to see me in human form." I…"

Before he finished speaking, Qi Jue was stunned, because the face in front of him, this person, was none other than Jing Zhou.

Still convinced by Yirong Danhou Jingzhou's face.

Qi Jue was shocked.

"Brother Zhou...?!!"

He screamed out from his sleep. Jing Zhou stayed up next door. He opened his eyes wide in shock, and immediately knocked on the wall with his hand: "Why did you call me?"