colorless kalpa

In order to relieve the sticky liquid on his lower body and the discomfort of sticking to his clothes, Qianye climbed out of bed, poured a bamboo tube of clear water from a natural hot spring next to the house, and hid in the hut quietly under the moonlight. bathe and cleanse.

It turned out that ever since Qianye left Bodhi Garden, he lived alone in a small bamboo house in this remote barren mountain. During the day, he went to the bustling human market to drink tea and wine, and at night, he returned to this quiet place to rest.Because he knows spells, traveling thousands of miles a day is not a problem for him at all.

The residence he chose is really an interesting place.There is a hot spring next to the house, which is neither cold nor hot all year round, smoky, like a fairyland.And there is no one in the empty mountain, which is a good place to cast spells and build houses.In fact, Qianye could completely wash off his filthy lower body and body in the hot spring. Anyway, there was no one around, but because of his inherent shame, he always felt that in a place without a roof to cover his shoulders and naked body, he was not alone. Good choice.

The water, which was as warm as the body temperature, was soaked in the cloth and rubbed against Qianye's shoulders, and the water flowed slowly down his collarbone.His body is a little thin, but it feels as clean as a holy lotus flower, and even exudes a faint fragrance all over his body.

He felt very strange, why he had been fine for 200 years, but ever since he met the man with the flame pattern in the tavern that day, he had been dreaming every night, and all the dreams were related to the blood barrier.My body is becoming more and more strange, as if...something is getting out of my control.

What he didn't know at this moment was that the bamboo door behind him was quietly opened a gap, and there was a pair of eyes covered in it, and all these things came into view affectionately.Those two circles of scorching pupils emitted a light full of possession, intertwined, entangled, and contradictory with the desire to cherish.

The man peeking outside the door saw the faint trace of the curse mark on Qianye's back, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.That talisman was exactly the same as the talisman that was "wounded" by the Great Asura King Maheji in the year of Blood Barrier.