There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

But it was too late.

The protective barrier around Zhong Ya was severed, and his whole body was exposed to the spiritual storm without any defense. The strength of his body was instantly taken away, and he fell from the sky like a rag doll.

Not long after eating the Soul-Gathering Grass, Zhong Ya was beaten again, and this time he fell directly from the sky, somewhere in the world.

When Han Shu arrived, what he saw was such a scene. The clothes on Zhong Ya's body rubbed against the clouds violently, emitting a dazzling fire. From a distance, it looked like some kind of unpopular star stone fell.

"Uh... Hanshu, we seem to be late." Wenqu Xingjun was full of confusion, and was talking to Hanshu, but he noticed another one falling from the sky above Xingji Rock: "Hey, there is another one!"

After finishing speaking, I realized that I was stupid again. If the one that fell just now was Zhong Ya, then this one must be Ye Qinghe now!

Han Shu, who just watched Zhong Ya fall into the world but remained motionless, suddenly disappeared at this moment, and when he reappeared, he had firmly held Ye Qinghe in his arms.

Wenqu Xingjun hurriedly chased after Hanshu, and seeing Hanshu carefully hugging Ye Qinghe into his arms, he suddenly felt dizzy, so he had to look away and said sadly: "What should we do now?"

In less than a month, Ye Qinghe had already beaten Zhong Ya twice, what should he say when he went to the Jade Emperor this time?

Han Shu frowned and looked at Ye Qinghe who was unconscious in his arms, and suddenly said after a long time: "I want to take him to the health pool."

"What?" The health pool is the place where the Jade Emperor used to cultivate, how could he bring Ye Qing and the past, and the focus now is to fall off Zhongya, who is unknown to life or death?

However, when Wenqu Xingjun was surprised, Hanshu had already turned around and left with Ye Qinghe in his arms.

Looking at Hanshu's ruthless back, Wenqu Xingjun felt miserable in his heart. Shouldn't he be asked to report to the Jade Emperor again?

……

Ye Qinghe didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but when he woke up, his body was wrapped in waves of warm current.

He thought he would wake up in the Jade Emperor's Lingxiao Palace again, and he couldn't help being a little surprised. After struggling to open his eyes, he found that he was in a pool with all his clothes off. When he lowered his head, his The little brother moved a little, as if to greet him.

Ye Qinghe: "..."

It might as well be waking up in the Lingxiao Palace.

What's happening here?

Isn't he fighting Zhong Ya?Is it possible to fight until you lose your clothes?

Just when Ye Qinghe was about to turn around to see what was going on, suddenly a hand was placed on Ye Qinghe's shoulder from behind, and a familiar voice sounded from behind him: "Don't move."

It is a pivot.

Ye Qinghe's body relaxed immediately, and he continued to turn his head, but kept his current posture and asked, "Hanshu, why are you here?"

"The marrow-washing rune I drew for you before is invalid, and I'm helping you strengthen it." Hanshu's breathing was much deeper than usual, and he seemed to be struggling.

Ye Qinghe was puzzled, but still said: "If the rune fails, it will be invalid. At worst, I'll be older... Hanshu? Hanshu? What are you doing?"

Ye Qinghe is not stupid, it's fine if this happens once, this is already the third time he can't control his body.

At first, it was when the Time Ruler almost sucked all his spiritual power, and then when Zhong Ya provoked him and injured him. The previous few times, his sanity was not very clear, so he doesn't remember the specific situation at that time.

But this time Ye Qinghe remembered it clearly.

He didn't intend to swing that sword at all.

Han Shu who was behind him didn't answer his question, but his voice was thicker, no wonder it was obvious that he had encountered something.

The doubts in Ye Qinghe's heart were even heavier. He couldn't help reaching out and grabbing Hanshu's hand on his shoulder, only to find that Hanshu's fingers were cold and still trembling slightly.

He lifted his tie at once, and blurted out the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: "Hanshu, what's wrong with my body?"

"No, don't think about it." Han Shu quickly denied Ye Qinghe's question, but Ye Qinghe heard panic from his voice.

He tightened his grip on Hanshu involuntarily, and just as he was about to say something, Hanshu behind him suddenly shook violently, and immediately after, the warm liquid splashed on the leaves. Clear and light, bare back.

The smell of blood diffused.

Ye Qinghe was shocked, and immediately ignored Hanshu's order not to let him turn back, and turned his head suddenly, only to see Hanshu sitting in the water, drawing a talisman for him with the blood ink on his palm, the talisman has probably reached the end, but The corners of Hanshu's lips were covered with blood, and tears flashed faintly in his eyes.

Those were not tears of sadness, but physiological tears that flowed out after the body stretched to the extreme.

Ye Qinghe's heart seemed to be pulled hard by someone, he couldn't care about anything else, he turned around and hugged Hanshu in his arms.

Hanshu was only wearing a thin layer of clothing, which was still wet and stuck to his body. Without those cumbersome things hindering him, Ye Qinghe could feel Hanshu's skinnyness more and more.

Ever since Ye Qinghe grew up, he felt that there was something in Hanshu's heart, and that thing stuck in his heart like a thorn in his throat, making him unhappy every day and sleepless at night.

At this moment, Hanshu's thinness confirmed Ye Qinghe's previous thoughts.

He also thought of the burnt portrait in Hanshu's study.

Teacher, who is qualified to call your name, draw pictures for you, and make you keep him in your heart for so many years?

The more Ye Qinghe thought about it, the more he realized that he was just an ordinary grass in front of Hanshu's gate, and he had no right to call Hanshu's name, nor was he qualified to ask who the person in Hanshu's heart was.

He didn't even get a chance to express his liking.

The heart is always the place where feelings are most likely to take root and sprout. The more you can’t ask for it, the more obscure you can’t mention it, it will grow wildly when you deliberately avoid talking about it. When you really realize it, it has grown into a towering Trees cannot be removed.

"Let go...let me go..." Hanshu felt that Ye Qinghe's embrace was too hot, and the unique vitality of that young man penetrated into his body through his bones and blood, attracting his heart that had been silent for 500 years. The heart also started beating violently.

Hanshu couldn't bear such stimulation, he just felt weak all over, his eyes were dark, and he stretched out his hand to push Ye Qinghe away.

But he didn't have any strength at all, he put his hand on Ye Qinghe's chest, not wanting to refuse, but like a gentle caress.

Weiliang's fingers lightly rubbed against a certain bump on Ye Qinghe's chest, and he unexpectedly found that his little brother had a tendency to raise his head.

This... This is not a dream, nor is it an illusion. Hanshu was really held in his arms, and he... unexpectedly had such a shameful reaction!