Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Xiao Daoluan met those slightly raised eyes, and unexpectedly saw anger in them.

He has never been sensitive to other people's thoughts, Xiao He said, rather than expecting him to be able to handle the difficulty of pulling the older child with one hand, it is better to adopt another one.

Xiao Daoluan sometimes wondered, was he like this 800 years ago?Probably yes.Otherwise, he wouldn't have completely forgotten everything about his previous life, except for a lifeless sword, which was still remembered so clearly.

But at this moment, he felt Shen Ke's mood.The other party was smiling, but he was not really happy to see him "do justice for the sky".The corners of the other party's eyes that should be raised but lowered, and the corners of the other party's eyes that should be raised slightly but bowed down, are all talking, and he is not happy.Xiao Daoluan wants to do something, to erase all the things that shouldn't be in that smile except happiness.

Xiao Daoluan dragged Shen Ke quickly in the busy city.

Shen Ke thought about returning to the first sect immediately, but was dragged back to the inn by Xiao Daoluan.

It was really procrastinating, because he couldn't keep up with the opponent's pace, he stumbled along the way, and finally knocked his head on the door frame when he was pulled into the door.

Xiao Daoluan closed the door behind his back, put the ink sword he had snatched back into Shen Ke's hand, and said: "You, practice the sword." After speaking, he began to rummage in the room, as if he wanted to pick up something before going out. look.

What kind of person is this.

Shen Ke laughed back angrily: "I don't want to practice swords, and I don't have the mind to practice swords. Xiao Daoluan, not everyone is like you, and you will be satisfied as long as you practice swords in your life."

Practice swords when you are happy, practice swords when you are not happy.In the past, he felt that Xiao Daoluan, who was so focused on the way of swordsmanship, was hard to look away.Only now did I know that this kind of concentration or persistence actually annoyed him.

He wanted to kill Gui Yizong, live or die with Lin Ziyou to his heart's content, and he definitely didn't want to be locked up in an inn to practice his mother's sword.

Xiao Daoluan was taken aback when he heard the words, Yue Ge almost slipped from his hands.He reacted very quickly, and when the hilt was only a few inches away from his hand, he quickly grasped it.When Shen Ke saw his back, he only felt that he bent slightly.

When Shen Ke said this, he regretted it.What did he say to Xiao Daoluan?Can he understand what he is talking about, what he is dissatisfied with, and what he is suppressing?

Xiao Daoluan put Yuege aside, walked up to Shen Ke, lowered his head and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I think..." Go up to one case.Shen Ke didn't say anything about his plan.Coming out of the old house of the Lin family, he gave the ink sword to the other party. It is said that the two of them should break up at this time and stop contacting each other. He didn't understand what Xiao Daoluan was still following him.But obviously, if he said that he was going to join the case now, the other party would definitely not agree.

"Huh?" Without waiting for an answer, Xiao Daoluan reminded patiently.

Shen Ke thought to himself, forget it, what are you doing with him.When he leaves this door, he will also find an opportunity to return to one sect. From then on, life and death will be separated forever. The last time, why bother to make it look like this?

Thinking of this, he rubbed his face, as if he was confused by the beauty when he met the other party for the first time, and said relaxedly: "What am I thinking, what does it have to do with you? Unless——"

Shen Ke smiled, as if he also thought it was impossible, but the teasing words were always the same and nothing new.

"Unless you care about me."

It's hard to say the word like like, but it doesn't seem so embarrassing to replace it with caring.

Xiao Daoluan frowned.

Shen Ke thought to himself, sure enough, luckily he changed the word...

"perhaps."

Shen Ke knocked over the teacup on the table in agitation, the cold tea splashed all over the floor, a few drops splashed on his face, and slowly slid down his forehead.

"What do you mean?" His voice was trembling, not to mention his hands that couldn't even hold the teacup.Pressed on the square table, even the bones of the square table creaked and groaned under the weight.

Xiao Daoluan seemed to be recalling his sword moves, with no fluctuations in his tone.

"I don't like hot water, I don't like it. I don't like fried buns, I don't like it. Practicing swords alone..." He paused, and seemed to feel that although practicing swords alone was not so habitual, it was not to the extent that he didn't like it, so he jumped After that, "Give me the sword, hi."

"If you want me to accompany you to the Lin family, I don't like it."

"You want to kill people, don't like it."

"You said bandage it for me, hi."

"You look sad, not happy."

"you……"

"Don't talk about it." Shen Ke was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his sobs if he continued to listen, so he forced a smile and said, "Where do you see that I am sad?" Even he himself only felt that although his heart was full of anger and sadness, but The former far outweighs the latter.

So he couldn't even cry.

Xiao Daoluan reached out and touched the corner of Shen Ke's eyes, and said softly, "Here."

Shen Ke patted his hand away, fearing that he had endured for a long time but at this moment his success would fall short.Even if he wanted to cry, he should hold Lin Ziyou's body and cry.

Xiao Daoluan said: "You are not as bad as you think, don't be sad."

It's not because of this that he's sad at all... Although when facing the Lin family, he did feel depressed for a time because of his own darkness.

In fact, he had been afraid from the very beginning.Afraid that Lin Ziyou would really die for him.Afraid that he could only watch Lin Ziyou die.It would make him feel like he was 15 years old again, angry at injustice, but unable to do anything, empty-handed.

Shen Ke said softly: "I'm not sad. If you have something to do, do it. Remember to find a grave with good Fengshui for Lin Ziyou's mother."

Xiao Daoluan worried: "Then you?"

"I'll just stay here." Shen Ke turned around and tried to smile, "Don't worry, don't you want to give me a prison?"

Xiao Daoluan looked at Yuege, as if he was really thinking about whether to use sword energy as a prison, and imprison Shen Ke, who looked strange no matter what.

Shen Ke's words were unintentional. Seeing that he really had a thought, he was afraid that he would not be able to go to Guiyizong because of the sword energy, so he hurriedly said: "You don't need to be so tight? Could it be that you are really tempted and plan to be a rice ball?" Is the proprietress here?"

"Mipu... the proprietress?"

Shen Ke said: "My parents opened a rice shop in their hometown, hired two or three guys, and earned four or fifty taels of silver a month. My eldest brother is not interested in this business. If I go back, this shop will be mine. I It’s a certain rice shop owner, do you want to be a proprietress?”

He spoke so bluntly, hoping that Xiao Daoluan would stop arguing with him and leave quickly.In the past, Xiao Daoluan was teased too much, he either practiced his sword or left, Shen Ke hoped that it would be the same today.

But Xiao Daoluan was destined to disappoint him.

"Ah."

"You... know what you're talking about?"

Xiao Daoluan knew that Shen Ke's eyes were exactly the same as Su Xin's back then, if he didn't do something, the two of them would end up in the same way.

People may need something to look forward to while alive.

If Su Xin knew that her lover had never abandoned her, she might not have committed suicide.

Just like Shen Keruo...

Xiao Daoluan is just insensitive to people's thoughts, not completely invisible.Shen Kexiao thought about him for so long, if he agreed to the other party, the other party would have a reason to live well.

So he explained: "Cultivate the sword from the heart, it doesn't matter where you are. You can cultivate the sword on the cliff, you can cultivate the sword in the inn, and you can cultivate the sword in the rice shop..."

Shen Ke slammed his mouth shut.

The teapots and cups pinged and shattered to the ground.Xiao Daoluan's lower back was firmly pressed against the edge of the table, and his head was directly hit on the hard tabletop. He could only open his eyes to see Shen Ke's face suddenly approaching.

The tea splashed on Shen Ke's face earlier dripped down the chin to the corner of Xiao Daoluan's mouth.Before he could wipe it off with his hand, he felt that the softness that was close to his lips suddenly left.

The tip of the tongue brushed the corner of Xiao Daoluan's mouth, and gently swept away the tea, but he didn't stop there, licking and kissing along the intoxicating bright red.

The menacing pressure when it came up, seemed to turn into tenderness in just a moment.

However, Xiao Daoluan felt that this was not enough.

When Shen Ke leaned close to him, all he thought was, oh, this is what those men and women are passionate about and even obsessed with.

But the soft feeling like a feather brushing against the tip of his heart made him understand that any sinking is nothing but irresistible.

He couldn't resist Shen Ke's kiss, and wanted more.

Such a delicate and soft kiss, when he was dozing off, he had felt too much.Xiao Daoluan thought, maybe there should be something more intense and irresistible between them...

He freed the hand held by Shen Ke's wrist, and pressed him closer to him.

There should be no gaps.

Learn how to stick out the tip of your tongue, but not satisfied with touching each other tentatively.What he wants is a kind of entanglement, a kind of determination to embrace each other tightly and never let go.Like 800 years ago or 800 years later, he and his sword.

He heard heavy breathing, some heavy and some of his own, the unavoidable sound of sizzling water between the intertwined lips and teeth, the subtle groaning that seemed to be an illusion but also seemed to be real...

He was more delighted than the sound of the spirit sword being unsheathed.