Fire and theft prevention

The two brothers and sisters negotiated with Lou Qing, or Huo Wei unilaterally decided to imprison Lou Qing in the black sand before the two parties fulfilled the agreement.

The fragments of the world were covered with Mu Qingjia's brand of spiritual consciousness, and after Huo Wei was sure that nothing would go wrong, he carried them on him with his own hands.

After everything was over, they noticed the dignified atmosphere outside the black sand.

Gu Xiao's face was pale, and he was extremely restless. This was the first time Mu Qingjia saw him lose his composure, but he didn't know why.

Just when he was about to ask, Le Lu suddenly appeared, stopped him from talking, and made a fuss to expose the matter.

Also, Mu Qingjia was eager to go back to Qingqiu Mountain to return the Yuanshen to Huo Wei, so he didn't stay any longer and went straight on the road.

When he activated the Butterfly Sword and led Huo Wei into the sky, Qin Guan's eyes followed them all the time.

The sticky blood still remained on his silver curly hair, his eyes flickered in the morning sun, and his lips were tightly pressed.

When leaving, Mu Qingjia sighed lightly.

In the past, he would wait patiently until the junior brother could no longer hold back and speak out what was in his heart.

But now, Qin Guan is no longer the boy who needs to be taken care of, and Mu Qingjia also has someone on top of his heart, so he no longer has the time to listen to everyone's voices.

The Butterfly Sword climbed into the thin clouds, but at this moment, Qin Guan's voice suddenly came from below.

"After the catastrophe of the immortals and demons, the three realms are in need of rejuvenation, and there is an urgent need to recuperate." His voice was like a bell, soaring into the sky. Anyone who commits a step against my Demon Realm will be punished no matter how far away!!!”

Those words were said to the two people on the Underworld Butterfly Sword.

Mu Qingjia paused, and said loudly to Xia Fang: "I hope you will keep your promise."

When he bent down to look down, he saw Qin Guan's figure.The future Demon Lord is clearly supported by the demon cultivator's subordinates in the Hall of Departure, but he still looks like a lone wolf.

Just like when he was a child, no matter where he went, he couldn't fully integrate into his pack of wolves.

Mu Qingjia's heart softened suddenly, and he said in a low voice: "That's what I said as a fairy. As a big brother, no, as Mu Qingjia, I just hope that you do what you don't regret."

His voice was very small, but Qin Guan heard it.The white-haired Moxiu grinned, revealing half of his canine teeth.

Mu Qingjia smiled wryly, thinking that she really couldn't become like Master, abandoning personal feelings and caring about the world.He's just a selfish normal guy.

In the end, if he doesn't regret picking up Qin Guan, he may already have the answer.

Seeing Mu Qingjia's complex expression of self-loathing and relief, Huo Wei raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

Mu Qingjia calmed down, smiled and repeated what the two of them had just said to him.

Hearing this, Huo Wei snorted coldly and said: "Do you really think that Qin Guan has a conscience? He still needs a long time to subdue the former Demon Lord's old department and rule the demon world. Internal worries are not at ease, of course he is not stupid enough to cause foreign troubles again. "

Mu Qingjia frowned, and thought in his heart: I don't know who met the junior brother at Mount Gaotu, and said that he must take care of the teacher, but when it really came to a critical moment, he still saved his life.It can be seen that the younger brother is just talking fiercely.

He looked at Huo Wei's straight back.

Even though he was injured and weak, and his true energy was weak, the sword cultivator's posture was still as straight and sharp as an unsheathed sword, never relaxing, never putting the sword back into its sheath.

Mu Qingjia suddenly thought that almost all spirit swords have sheaths, only the Nether Butterfly Sword has never had a sheath.

When seeing it, it is either hanging on Huo Wei's waist vigilantly with restrained dark light, or when it ignites the whole body with golden flames and kills all directions.

Except for attacking, it is dormant and ready to attack, and it seems that it has never really rested.

With a sour heart, he slowly approached Huo Wei's back, wanting to use his body to support him more.

However, Huo Wei didn't seem to notice his approach at all.

As time passed, Mu Qingjia's strength became heavier and heavier.He poked his head out to look at his junior brother's face, and then he was surprised to find that although his junior brother closed his eyes half-closed, he was breathing deeply and steadily, and was already sound asleep.

He stared blankly at the tired and handsome face, his eyes were sore, and he smiled after a while, and helped his junior to slowly rest his head on his lap.

"Sleeping with eyes open, who else do you want to scare?" Mu Qingjia lowered his voice involuntarily even though he knew that his junior brother couldn't hear him.

He stretched out his hand to brush Huo Wei's eyes, and when the slender eyelashes brushed against his palm, there was a slight itchiness.

And Huo Wei, who was always vigilant, didn't realize it, and the brows that had been gathered in the perennial peak also relaxed, revealing a long-lost youthful look.

Now that Mu Qingjia is fully resurrected and his enemy is dead, for Huo Wei, all long-cherished wishes have been fulfilled, and he no longer has any obsessions that must be done.

As for the reputation of the Huo family, his reputation, and even his own life - those things that he used to value, the youthful spirit that he once had, after these years of baptism, have become dispensable.

After all, the most precious person is already by his side.

It's time for the blunt sword to return to its sheath.

Mu Qingjia vaguely guessed his thoughts, so her heart was soft and sour.

He looked at his junior brother who was pillowed on his lap for a long time, smoothed his silver hair at the temples very lightly, and then raised his eyes to look around.

As their "carriage" for nearly a month, the black and thin Hades sword seemed a bit shabby, and there was still a lot of room for improvement from Mu Qingjia's ideal resting place.

He smiled slightly, and the wood aura was activated in his dantian.

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Half a day later, when Huo Wei woke up in the silence, the fine sunlight was pouring down from the gaps in the lush forest, spreading warmth on his chest.

There are soft grass blades under his body, and someone breathes and breathes by his ears, and his nose blows softly against his cheeks, which is a little moist.

Huo Weiwei was stunned for a while, thinking that he was still in the Gaotu Mountain when he was a child, sleeping with his senior brother in the sun, and all the cold-colored past was just a dream.

Today...has he practiced sword?How could he sleep so soundly?When the master sees them, he will definitely punish them.

He regained consciousness, then suddenly realized his situation, and looked around in disbelief.

This small spherical space is completely composed of vegetation, without edges and corners, and every part is soft and warm.The flowers are fragrant, and there are even birdsong in the forest.

And everything is extended from the Underworld Butterfly Sword.

Huo Wei was shocked, trying to control his urge to rub his forehead.

——What did Mu Qingjia do to the Butterfly Sword?Why did the low-key and simple Nether Butterfly Sword become this stupid and cute big green dumpling? !

There was a strange movement on his body, Huo Wei turned his head, and saw his senior brother nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly, wrapping around his body like an octopus.

The clean and handsome Xianxiu's temple hair is scattered, and the soft hair is casually laid out on the back of the shoulders, leaving a section of jade-white neck looming, glowing with tender pink.

Huo Wei's cheeks flushed suddenly, but he couldn't move his eyes away.

As if feeling Huo Wei's awakening, Mu Qingjia's eyelashes trembled, showing signs of opening her eyes.

Huo Weiyi was at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to face this overly intimate gesture, nor how to face Mu Qingjia who woke up, so he gritted his teeth and resolutely closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

His face was still serious, serious and not to be trifled with.

When Mu Qingjia vaguely opened his eyes, what he saw was such a "fierce" junior.

He relaxed Shu Huowei's regrouped brows with some anxiety, and said, "Are you also tired in your dreams?"

The pair of sword eyebrows were still tightly wrinkled.

Mu Qingjia yawned lazily, and glanced down, only to realize her rogue sleeping position, and her face immediately became hot.

When did his sleeping appearance become so bad?

Mu Qingjia blinked, and then almost used the slow speed of tree growth to tear off his arms from Huo Wei's chest bit by bit, and then his legs.

Now, the only place where he and his younger brother are close together is his head resting on his younger brother's arms.

Originally, Mu Qingjia planned to sit up quietly, hesitated for a moment, but was greedy for the warmth of the other's arm, and did not leave.

He turned his body slightly, and traced the outline of Huo Wei's side face with his eyes at a very close distance, and felt that this was the most enjoyable thing in the world.

What Mu Qingjia didn't notice was that there was a small ball of powder on the side of Huo Wei's neck where his breath blew.

Seeing that his junior brother was sleeping soundly and unaware of his gaze, Mu Qingjia became a little more courageous and gradually developed a lot of narrow thoughts.

He thought, now that Ah Wei can't hear his voice, and can't see the shape of his mouth, doesn't it mean that he can say whatever he wants?

On weekdays, those words that damage the prestige and Ah Wei would get angry after listening to them, such as his awkward and arrogant personality, saying that he is a crying bag, saying that he is more beautiful than the female nuns in the Fuyu Water Pavilion... You can take advantage of him not knowing. When, spit quickly.

Also for example, those love languages ​​that are difficult to utter.

Mu Qingjia struggled for a moment, her face turned red from holding back, but she still couldn't utter any touching words.

In the end, he just said bluntly: "From now on, Ah Wei...would you like to be my Taoist companion?"

In one side of the world, there are only ignorant tree spirit birds, the silent Underworld Butterfly Sword, and the invisible sword cultivator.

The voice of the only person who is awake is as thin as a mosquito gnat, as if if the voice is louder, the wind will steal away his hidden emotions.

The wind blows, and the world is silent.

"Then I'll take it as your acquiescence." Mu Qingjia felt that he was very shameless, and he secretly laughed as if he had taken advantage of the sky, with a bright smile.

Following his own train of thought, he recalled a joint book ceremony he had seen when he was young, recalled the exercises related to double cultivation in the Master's library, and even the folk tales that he had seen by chance.

Then unconsciously, he recalled the absurd night when Ah Wei and Guan were in the thunderstorm on Qingqiu Mountain.

Lei Ming admonishes them to maintain personal relationships and break human relations, while Rainstorm hides their feelings under the impulsive desire of youth and tells big lies.

What brothers and sisters Gong?That night was nothing more than a feeling that I didn't know where it started, and it went deeper and deeper.

Perhaps at that point, he should have confessed his thoughts.

Mu Qingjia lightly rubbed his junior brother's shoulder.The heat from Huo Wei's arms almost burned him to ashes.In the ashes, there is the damp smell of rainwater.

"I want to kiss you." Mu Qingjia whispered next to Huo Wei's ear.

"It's on the face, just lightly." He explained with some embarrassment, "...I'll count one, two, three, and if you don't refuse, I'll shut up."

He coughed lightly, counting up with seriousness.

"one."

"two."

"three."

Mu Qingjia closed her eyes, trembling her eyelashes, and moved closer to Huo Wei's profile.

Then, very unexpectedly, he touched two thin lips.