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In Cheng Shuo's life, before he met Ye Changyu, he walked the avenue and did righteous things. The greatest joy came from the master's downcast approval, and the greatest sorrow was only the rejection from the master.

Before this, he had never regretted, hesitated, hesitated, never stood in front of a thin wooden door like this, raised his hand several times but dared not drop it.

Just as he was hesitating, the closed door was suddenly pulled open.

Cheng Shuo was startled, and almost subconsciously took a small step back, and quickly hid the raised hand behind his back, looking at the outer disciples who came out of the door.The latter didn't expect that there was someone at the door, so he took two steps back in fright, his round eyes widened when he saw Cheng Shuo, and he stammered, "Senior Brother Cheng?!"

Qi Yuan never expected that in just a few days, he not only met Senior Brother Zhou, but also Senior Brother Cheng who was beyond his reach in the past—this was the first time they spoke!

He was so surprised and nervous that he missed the look of distress that flashed across Cheng Shuo's face. When he looked again, Cheng Shuo had recovered his gentle smile and asked, "Are you Qi Yuan?" Junior brother?"

His name was actually remembered by Cheng Shuo, Qi Yuan blushed with excitement: "Yes, yes!"

Cheng Shuo smiled reassuringly, took out a white jade hairpin from his bosom, handed it to Qi Yuan, and asked softly, "This hairpin..."

Qi Yuan looked down, and before he could reply, he heard another voice from behind.

"Master Qi Tian, ​​are you not going out?"

Cheng Shuo paused, and the question that was already on the tip of his tongue suddenly turned into a sharp silver needle, making his mouth bloody and unable to utter a single word.

He is too familiar with this voice, it has been attached to his ears, it has been stuffed in his chest, and he has fallen down countless times with his innocence and love.

He looked up at the owner of the voice stiffly, hesitantly, and blankly.

The man came to the front from the dark part of the room, and countless sunlight rushed to remove the dark shadow for him from outside the wide open door, so that he could see him again...finally again.

The boy's eyebrows are still gorgeous and affectionate, and the halo hangs under his long eyelashes, as if even the gods admire his face so they kiss him.

That was the boy Cheng Shuo had seen thousands of times in his dreams.

Cheng Shuo's eyes were red, and his fingers hidden in his sleeves trembled uncontrollably.

Qi Yuan faintly sensed that the atmosphere was not right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He looked uneasily at Senior Brother Cheng who suddenly turned pale, then looked back and walked to Mr. Ye beside him, and said awkwardly: "I want to go out. Yes, I suddenly saw Senior Brother Cheng..."

As he said this, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Cheng Shuo, and explained, "That hairpin was also picked up by Mr. Ye. He, he is a villager rescued by Senior Brother Zhou. He has nowhere to go, so he temporarily stays here with me." , the teacher of the outer sect also knows..."

Ye Ye stretched out his hand and patted Qi Yuan, who was weak and pitiful, who was flanked by two sides. He looked up at Cheng Shuo and asked, "Is this immortal master here for the hairpin?"

Cheng Shuo's eyes fell on Ye Ye's hand on Qi Yuan's shoulder, his eyelashes seemed to droop because he couldn't bear the unfamiliar tone, and he said along the words: "The hairpin... belongs to me, an old man. I can't find it no matter what..." Speaking of this, he fixed his gaze on Ye Ye and said softly, "If you don't mind, I would like to ask this Young Master Ye some questions alone."

Qi Yuan said "Oh" hesitantly: "Then I...that Mr. Ye..."

Before he could explain why, Ye Ye had already taken up the quarrel and started to chase people away: "I'm fine, after all, Master Qi Tian called him senior brother, so he probably wouldn't make things difficult for me."

Qi Yuan, a brainless fan of Changkongmen, nodded subconsciously and agreed: "Of course, Brother Cheng is very nice..."

Speaking of which, there was basically nothing wrong with Qi Yuan. He still silently glanced at Cheng Shuo who was standing at the door, and saw that the other party was looking at Ye Ye rightly, so he said, "Well, senior brother, I just-"

Cheng Shuo nodded.

Qi Yuan was a little uncertain about the meaning of this attitude, he turned his head three times a step, and only looked back when he could no longer see the two of them, and after walking for a while, he belatedly underestimated the voice:

"Should I tell Senior Brother Zhou...

Qi Yuan in this room was worried, while Ye Ye and Cheng Shuo in that room looked at each other for a while, and then planned to turn sideways to let people enter the room to talk again.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard the man calling out nervously: "...Young Master."

Ye Ye paused and turned to look at him.

Not seeing him for more than two months, Cheng Shuo seemed to have lost a lot of weight, with loose clothes tied around his belt, showing his thin waist.

Ye Ye suddenly remembered that he was originally a young man with a clear breeze and a bright moon, with a smile in his eyes and a straight back, like a solemn jade tree.

But at this moment, he was standing in front of the door, with his hands hanging by his sides, his dark pupils shaking slightly, as if he was cramped, and he called softly as if he was wronged: "Young master."

Ye Ye sighed inwardly.

He is such a sensitive person, and he naturally heard the little hope in his tone.Ye Ye was not a stingy, ambiguous and gentle person, but unfortunately, he and Cheng Shuo had nothing to do with each other.

Thinking of this, Ye Ye tilted his head and smiled at Cheng Shuo, and instead of answering his words, he just replied softly, "Come in and talk."

The rooms of the outer disciples were never as spacious as theirs, and the furnishings were naturally simple. Cheng Shuo walked behind Ye Ye and saw the long hair of the person in front of him who was randomly tied into a bunch hanging down his back, as if he had returned to the past.

He used to look at the person in front of him like this every day, every night, every moment, so that before he even had time to stop him, his consciousness was already full of attachment and spontaneously raised the white flag at the first moment, revealing his thoughts.

The two of them sat one behind the other at the dilapidated wooden table. Ye Ye glanced at him and said casually: "White clothes suit you better."

He spoke in a flat tone, but Cheng Shuo seemed to have been stabbed by something, his face froze for a moment, and then he smiled a little as if he hadn't heard it, stretched out his hand, and handed over the white jade hairpin that was tightly held in his hand. Before Ye Ye's eyes: "Junior Brother just said that you picked it up..."

He paused for a moment, as if he suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up slightly: "You..."

The young man seemed to be aware of it, raised his eyes and asked, "What?"

Cheng Shuo wanted to ask you if you wanted to see me, but when he got to the point of speaking, he met the young man's gaze, and somehow changed his words: "You can put it away."

The boy's eyelashes trembled, and he said with a lukewarm smile, "What the fairy master is talking about, it's not mine."

He said, looking at the top of Cheng Shuo's hair, his voice was as light as a joke, but when he listened carefully, the content was like a sharp blade, wishing to pierce people's blood.

He said: "This hairpin is precious, and it is so similar to Cheng Xianshi's, how could it be mine."

Cheng Shuo suddenly understood.

Ye Changyu wanted to get rid of everything.

The person who whispered "Ashuo Ashuo" in his memory was peeled off piece by piece, like a red flower whose flowering period has expired, and even the last root stem is rotten.

Butterflies flew away too.

For a moment, Cheng Shuo wanted to ask him: "Can't you go back?"

But he actually knew the answer.

Rotten flowers with rotten cores are not favored by butterflies.

Cheng Shuo held the white jade hairpin tightly, his pupils under the drooping eyelashes were dim, but when he raised his head again, his expression had returned to calm. He put away the hairpin unhurriedly, and asked, "Not yet?" I asked you...how did you get in through the Sky Gate?"

After the words fell, before Ye Ye could figure out how to answer in order to be more sarcastic, he heard a clear voice with a smile in his ear: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Ye Ye turned his head, and he really saw a young man with his robes tucked up, stepping towards the threshold, with a smile on his face, wrapped in a flamboyant aggressiveness, striding forward: "Of course, Mr. Ye was invited by me."

As soon as Zhou Zhouyi approached, Ye Ye keenly noticed the heat emanating from his body. He raised his eyes quietly and saw a thin layer of sweat covering the back of Zhou Zhouyi's neck.

Ye Ye almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Presumably he got the news from Qi Yuan, Zhou Zhouyi probably rushed all the way here, he looked calm on the surface, but he was actually holding his breath.

As soon as he saw Zhou Zhouyi, Cheng Shuo's face darkened a lot, and his soft and drooping brows and eyes instantly turned cold: "Zhou Zhouyi, what are you thinking? You clearly know that he is—"

Zhou Zhouyi smiled and said, "Brother, what do you mean by this? Young Master Ye and I have been together for more than two months without looking up. Naturally, we have feelings. How can we be willing to leave him alone? Of course, we must try our best to bring him with him." gone."

Cheng Shuo turned a deaf ear to the pointed irony, frowned and said, "You know what I mean, if your identity is discovered..."

"Isn't the young master of the Demon Sect soon after being killed by the omnipotent Senior Brother Cheng?" Zhou Zhouyi asked with a smile, "Who will find out?"

Sensing the overtones, Cheng Shuo frowned slightly.

The aura of people in the Demon Cult is different from that of ordinary people or disciples of cultivating immortals, and ordinary magic tools can't suppress it at all.But it had been a while since Ye Changyu arrived, there was no response from the inside and outside of the Changkong Gate, Zhou Zhouyi alone could not solve it.

unless--

Cheng Shuo realized something and stood up suddenly from his seat.

——Unless he abolished Ye Changyu's cultivation.

Cheng Shuo clenched his teeth, wishing he could kill Zhou Zhouyi.

As if responding to the anger surging in his heart, the long sword that was hanging around his waist screamed violently, and when Cheng Shuo had the thought to strike, he would impatiently cut Zhou Zhouyi's throat.

But before he could do anything, Cheng Shuo suddenly saw the young man standing next to Zhou Zhouyi smile.

He smiled and said, "Cheng Shuo, what are you angry about?"

"Worse than this, haven't I already experienced it?"

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