sword pointing heart possession

The cool breeze at night dissipated the lingering heat of the day.Ye Wuhen laid the epee under his body and lay back, one arm resting on the side of his face, and the other resting casually by his side, quietly and silently.

The moon tonight is unusually bright, but also unusually cold, just like his gradually clear eyes.

Quiet night, very suitable for thinking about life.

However, there are always some people who don't like him.

Suddenly, an ominous wind came from not far away, bringing up violent and treacherous air currents.Ye Wuhen didn't seem to notice anything, until the visitor couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and the long black hair almost brushed his toes, then his pupils turned slightly, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was flat:

"Luo Hu, what can I do for you?"

Luo Hu, who was dressed in black clothes, was floating in the air, looking down at Ye Wuhen, who seemed to be defenseless, and jokingly said, "My seat? Of course, I came to see the little prince who was broken in love~"

Ye Wuhen gave him a cold look, then turned his gaze back.

"Hey, hey, why are you so lethargic!" Luo Hu raised his eyebrows, and he was ready for Ye Heng to pounce on him, but the other party just took a look and it was over? "It's not like you, it can't be true lovelorn!"

"Boring." Under the low pressure of not being able to catch up with love, Ye Wuhen simply cherished words like gold: "Go away."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's not uncommon for me to have a loveless expression." Luo Hu shrugged his shoulders to make fun of it. He had just finished the battle with Hongjun, and he didn't have much energy to fight with the other party. Just now It's just a habitual snake spirit: "Fix me with a god-killing gun."

"Oh, a hundred times."

"You!" Luo Hu was very annoyed, facing this Martial Ancestor, he suddenly felt as helpless as Hongjun.At least Hongjun will change his face according to his words...

Wait, face changing!

With a flash of inspiration, Luo Hu was not in a hurry to get angry anymore, no, no, getting angry is not what he should do... Stretching out his hand to fiddle with his windless black hair, Luo Hu said flatly: "If you don't help, you can't do it." Okay, I can go find that kid surnamed Yang..."

bass--! !

Before the words were finished, Luo Hu took three steps back abruptly, and with a flick of his cuff, the God-killing Spear was quickly placed across his neck. The next moment, there was only a crisp sound of the golden sword being struck, and the golden long sword stopped on the edge of the God-killing Spear. The blade blew and broke the hair, and the black hair brushed off wherever it passed, turning Luo Hu's hairstyle into a half-cut hairstyle.

The phantom of his own hair floated across his blood-colored eyes, Luo Hu narrowed his eyes, and his smile became more and more dangerous: "Yo, it seems that our Martial Ancestor is really affectionate, rooted, deep, kind, ah~?"

The threat in Luo Hu's words was clear at a glance, Ye Wuhen took a deep breath, and the golden light on the sword became more and more brilliant:

"roll!!"

A sword of light and cold!

Boom-! ! !

The sky and the earth were instantly as bright as day, and the sudden burst of sword energy soared into the sky!

Knowing in his heart that this sword could not even hurt Luo Hu's clothes, Ye Wuhen's eyes sank, his hands secretly charged, and the sword lighted up again.

"Leaf marks?!"

The movement of swinging the sword suddenly stopped, and Ye Wuhen turned his head suddenly, and he saw Yang Jian standing in a daze not far away, and the astonishment in his eyes grew stronger.

Looking back, he saw that Luo Hu had disappeared, and he cursed secretly.

In a few breaths, Yang Jian had already caught up with him in three or two steps. He lifted Ye Wuhen's shoulder and looked up and down: "Are you okay? Just now... who was fighting you just now?"

Long Ji and the others were right... Ye Hen's eyes had indeed turned blood red!

Who stimulated him?

This is a color that has never been seen before. From the beginning to the end, Ye Hen's pupils showed the golden light like the warm afternoon sun, making him as warm and unrestrained as a gentleman. It is completely different from the coquettish warmth at this moment, which makes people unconscious The light of trust.

But now, although the golden veins can be vaguely discerned in those blood-colored eyes, they are like crumbling sparks, and the emotions filled inside are more inclined to depression and...

Before Yang Jian could identify the emotions inside one by one, Ye Wuhen covered his eyes first, quietly dissipated the energy of the sword body, turned his head and said in a hoarse voice: "It's nothing, just beating mosquitoes. In the middle of the night If you don't sleep, what are you... doing here?"

"Slap mosquitoes? Do you think I'm stupid?!" Speaking of this, Yang Jian became furious. He tried to pull Ye Wuhen's arm away, but the other party didn't move at all. Me, do you want to go crazy before giving up!"

"Tell... so what." Ye Wuhen pursed his lips, "Aren't you the only male in your family? Isn't the education you have received, that high-ranking officials marry wives and have children? If I said so , can you guarantee that you won't walk away?"

Ye Wuhen's arms naturally loosened under the excitement, and Yang Jian grabbed his wrist and pulled it away. Looking at his exposed red eyes, Yang Jian frowned, "You are afraid."

"Yes, I'm afraid!" Ye Wuhen broke free from his hand and turned around, "I'd rather maintain the brotherhood... than be at odds with each other from now on, that's the real madness!"

He supported his forehead with one hand, and waved to Yang Jian, "Hurry up, you didn't see anything tonight... Hurry up!"

Yang Jian stood there without moving.

When Ye Wuhen swung his arm again, he raised his hand and grabbed that wrist.

Ye Wuhen turned his head slightly, and saw that those star-like black eyes were full of seriousness, looking straight at himself, as if there was only one person left in the world.

But... something was missing.

Compared with the way Li Changhong looked at him back then, there was still something missing.

He heard Yang Jian say: "You are almost unable to hold on. If you are so difficult to speak, let me do it."

"I... don't know what a man likes a man, and of course I don't know what a woman likes, but if it's you, I'm willing to try."

"...Try?" Ye Wuhen opened his eyes slightly, and the blush inside flowed more quickly: "Just try...you still have no intentions of me. If you are just afraid that I will fall into the magic way, then there is no need to do so."

Without waiting for Yang Jian to reply, he continued, "You are the proud son of the generation of Chanjiao. Doing things that are forced will not only damage your moral heart, but also bury hidden dangers for the future. And I don't want to My mate came because of mercy."

"I don't need anyone's compromise."

Yang Jian opened his mouth to refute, but couldn't find the right words, because... his thoughts were indeed what he said.

He was worried that Ye Hen would go crazy and his relatives would not recognize him, and he was also worried that the other party's celestial appearance would disappear from now on, but he really didn't know how much love was in it.

Because although he knows what love is, he does not know what love between partners is.

He just didn't want to lose a friend.

"What is a partner to you?" Ye Wuhen shook his head, and the tail of his crimson hair slapped on Yang Jian's neck, "When you think it over, let's talk about it again."

"Now, go back."

"……and many more!"

Seeing that Ye Wuhen had the intention of going to blow the air again, Yang Jian finally remembered the purpose of his coming here: "Ye Hen...let me think about it, I don't understand the way of getting along between husband and wife, let me think about it, you...first Go back and rest..."

In the middle of the conversation, he spurned himself a little bit, why do you want me to think about it, you go to rest?A bit too perfunctory, right?

"Huh?" Ye Wuhen seemed to have heard something funny, resting his right hand on the hilt of his sword, he casually rubbed the lines on it with five fingers: "Husband and wife?...Who is the wife?"

"Uh..." Your focus is wrong, Your Highness the Crown Prince!The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, "All, all are almost the same..."

"...almost?" With a raised eyebrow, Ye Wuhen chuckled, and the red light in his pupils faded a little: "Forget it, if you say you will think about it, then I will take it seriously."

He looked at Yang Jian, as if he was looking at a good piece of dog meat, raised his hand and lifted his chin, his golden red eyes became deeper and deeper: "A gentleman speaks quickly, once he speaks, there is absolutely no reason to go back on his word."

chirp.

The warm touch on the lips was about to leave, Yang Jian was stunned.

Taking a half step back and wiping his mouth, Ye Wuhen narrowed his eyes, and the golden-red pupils were a bit charming for no reason: "Do you hate it?"

"you……"

As if he hadn't heard an answer for a long time, Yang Jian saw those golden red eyes blinking and slowly dimming.

He sighed and closed his eyes, as if suddenly lost interest, and lay down casually on the rock with his back to Yang Jian: "Forget it, I will still be here, if you choose to refuse...tomorrow, you won't use it."

Yang Jian still didn't move. He stood there for a long time before softly saying, "Ye Hen...why is it me? I'm just the brighter one among the younger generation..."

Ye Wuhen's eyelids moved, "Then, from what standpoint do you say this?"

After not getting an answer for a long time, Ye Wuhen chuckled ironically, covered his eyes with his arm again, and ignored it.

Yang Jian looked at the self-defeating man, sighed, and didn't care what would happen when he woke up, so he pressed heavily on his sleeping point.

The energy between his fingers was not blocked at all, Yang Jian was surprised to see Ye Wuhen's breathing slowly and steadily, and the harmonious breath circulating around him was not hindered at all, and he easily accepted all of his strength.

As if he knew he would do it.

Zhihong appeared beside him quietly, shaking his cuffs, pulled out a large piece of red cloth and spread it on the ground, and signaled Yang Jian to move Ye Wuhen over with his eyes.

The corners of Yang Jian’s mouth twitched as he looked at the red cloth that looked like a newlywed, but since Ye Wuhen hadn’t told him the location of the cave, he had no choice but to make do for one night=A=I can’t move people back to my room Bar.

Glancing at each other's two heavy swords, Yang Jian sighed, put his hands on the back of Ye Wuhen's knees, and with one force——

Hey? !

Almost fell backwards due to excessive force, holding the body in his arms in a daze, Yang Jian frowned slightly.

Light, too light.

After all, he is a man, how could he be so light?

He sent a voice transmission to Zhihong, "Has your master never eaten well?"

"That means I can eat a little when I'm with you." Zhi Hong sat beside the two of them and snorted softly, "Also, according to Master's cultivation level, there is no need for food in the first place."

"..." Yang Jian, who forgot about the immortal's automatic bigu, rolled his eyes in disbelief.

Soon after, Zhi Hong also yawned, took a deep look at Yang Jian, and ran back to the depths of Ye Wuhen's sea of ​​consciousness to rest. Looking at the starry sky with his eyes closed, the abnormality of insomnia is aboveboard.

Looking at Ye Hen's appearance just now, even though the logic was chaotic, it was clear that the king had to do it, and he would not allow himself to refuse at all.

But according to his personality, even if he refuses, he will not do anything to the person he admires, and it is more likely to drive himself crazy.

When he thought that Ye Hen might change into a completely different form or just disappear, his heart was filled with depression.

But they are friends, what Ye Hen said is right, if the partner is only set out of pity, it is destined not to last long.

But... what is love? Let him take care of others, but what Ye Hen wants is...

The more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became, until there was a faint rustling sound around him, and Yang Jian, who was half asleep and half awake, thought slowly: I fell asleep? !

He woke up suddenly, looked back, but saw Ye Wuhen turned over and stared at him with extremely complicated expression.

He coughed awkwardly and was about to get up, Ye Wuhen stretched out his hand as if trying to pull him, but after hesitating for a moment, he put down that hand, and got up instead.

"If I remember correctly, you will break through the Jiameng Pass soon, and you will arrive at the next city soon, right?"

After falling asleep, her hair fell loose, with a golden hair rope in her mouth, Ye Wuhen said indistinctly.

Yang Jian nodded in a daze, and saw Ye Wuhen smile more freely.

He said, "The Tianyu Tower in the city is my property, if you have time, why not bring your friends from the army to gather here."

Before leaving, Yang Jian glanced at the other party's pupils again.

The golden light reflects the sun, so brilliant.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Yang Jian: Why are you so light? !

Ye Wuhen: I am a bird monster!It's too heavy to fly!

Yang Jian: What about your weapon? ?

Ye Wuhen: Don’t forget that your gun has a net weight of more than 200 kilograms, it’s more than me and two heavy swords =A=

It feels like Mozu hasn't been doing anything lately... Pull it out for a walk~

Wow, there is one last English, so happy~

Please keep your claws~~