The Demon Venerable's Wistful Desire

Chi Muyao fell into a deep sleep.

Xi Huai was awake all the time. In this lonely environment, Chi Muyao's even breathing was extremely loud, and he could still feel the hem of his clothes being pulled very hard.

He didn't say anything and didn't bother him all the time, waiting for Chi Muyao to wake up.

The greatest patience of his life is embodied in this cave.

As long as he could remember, Xi Huai hadn't slept much.

It seems that the entire cultivation world is using meditation to regulate breath instead of sleep, and even save time for taking a bath to practice. It is rare to see a cultivator like Chi Muyao who still needs to sleep.

He used to think that these trivial things were a waste of time, but now he suddenly changed his mind, and unexpectedly envied Chi Muyao for being able to sleep.

At least he is being tortured by the dragon flame every day, and it may be difficult for him to enjoy a good sleep in his life.

He was awake, so he felt it clearly. He noticed that Chi Muyao's breathing was suddenly disordered, and then he moved his feet away very slowly, and loosened his skirt.

He raised the corners of his mouth and didn't laugh out loud, pretending not to notice.

After a long time, Chi Muyao moved under the quilt as if he had just woken up.

He took the initiative to greet Chi Muyao: "Is the injury better?"

Chi Muyao coughed lightly to ease the embarrassment: "Well, it's better than the beginning, but it's not completely better."

After all, it is a basic medicinal powder, and it cannot be cured instantly.

Chi Muyao adjusted his posture, lay down on the stone bed, folded his hands in front of him, rested his chin on his arms, and could only see darkness when he looked up.

Xi Huai was trapped and could only keep his face up.

Chi Muyao had a back injury and could only lie on the stone bed.

The two of them kept such a positive and negative posture in the same bed to avoid the cold, Chi Muyao asked Xi Huai in a low voice: "Can I touch the wound on your arm?"

"Yes." Xi Huai did not refuse.

Chi Muyao stretched out a hand, and very carefully touched Xi Huai's previously bitten wound, his fingertips gently scratched across the skin, and he could feel that there was no scar on the skin, as if he had never been injured.

After confirming this, he immediately withdrew his hand and muttered: "It's pretty good, there is no growth."

Xi Huai was puzzled: "What is hyperplasia?"

"It's just... no scars left, so there won't be scars left behind me, right?"

"Even if your medicine powder is very inferior, it still contains a certain amount of spiritual power, which has a repairing effect and will not leave scars."

After hearing this, Chi Muyao breathed a sigh of relief.

Xi Huai laughed suddenly, and asked, "Aren't all of you disciples of the Hehuan Sect smug, and you still care about scars?"

"After all, it's not good-looking."

"But the scars on your body can't be seen by others..." Xi Huai suddenly paused when he said this, thought for a while, and suddenly turned cold, "After you get out of the cave, will you still practice dual cultivation with other people? Men's double cultivation?"

Chi Muyao quickly shook his head and denied: "No."

"But you are a disciple of Hehuan Sect."

"I was also a disciple of Hehuan Sect 80 years ago, and I have never double cultivated with anyone."

"But you and I have double cultivated in order to survive."

"Well, can't this also save you by the way?"

"Then if there is a similar situation in the future, will you double cultivate with others?"

Chi Muyao really thought about it seriously, and then replied: "I don't know."

Xi Huai was suddenly annoyed, and asked in a more serious tone, "I don't know?"

Chi Muyao felt it was absurd, and replied: "How can I always be so unlucky, every time I come to this point, I will be caught in the cave, and I can only break through the restriction by practicing? So it's useless to think about this problem, it can't happen again once."

Bisheng Xi Huai was extremely stubborn and insisted on asking: "What if we really met?"

"Maybe... yes."

Xi Huai only felt that Qi and blood were rushing to the root of the spirit, but he didn't know why.

After being angry for no reason for a while, he suddenly said: "When you don't have enough lifespan during the foundation building period, you can go to Qing Zezong to find me."

"Ah?" Chi Muyao was so shocked that he didn't know what to say for a while.

"What I have are heavenly spirits and earthly treasures, which can always feed you to the golden core stage, so that you will have another 500 years of life."

Chi Muyao laughed after hearing this, and seemed not to care. He put his arm on his pillow and smiled and replied: "Actually, I feel that I have earned it if I can live another 200 years. I really don't want anything else."

"If you don't want to double cultivate with others, there's no need to force yourself..." Just come to me.

Chi Muyao didn't understand his deeper meaning, after all, he didn't say everything, he just replied: "I really don't plan to double cultivate with others."

Hearing Chi Muyao's laughter, Xi Huai was suddenly inexplicably curious.

He wanted to see what Chi Mu looked like when he smiled.

In other words, he was curious about what Chi Muyao looked like.

But he didn't say it directly, but said: "Do you have any lighting or treasures in your storage space?"

Chi Muyao had it, but he didn't want to take it out, after all, he didn't want Xi Huai to see his face, so it would be difficult to escape after leaving the cave.

So he shook his head: "No."

"Then I'll teach you the exercises. Light a fire in the cave, so that it can also illuminate. It's always so dark and depressing."

"The cave is so big that an open fire would burn the oxygen and create a hypoxic condition."

"..." Did he speak human words?Why can't you understand?

After a while, Xi Huai asked persistently, "Can you ignite it for a moment, and I can help you look at the wound."

"No, it's fine." Chi Muyao softly refused again.

Chi Muyao refused to let him see, but he imagined many kinds of Chi Muyao's appearance in his mind.

The appearance of a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, his appearance is handsome, his figure seems to be slender and thin, he doesn't come out of the sect very much, and his skin is very fair.

Such a slender and fair back, at this moment, has a series of scars.

What was it like when he was drugging himself in the dark?

He suddenly became irritable with curiosity, trying to think about how to see Chi Muyao's appearance.

It's a pity that he didn't expect that Chi Muyao got up, covered his legs with a quilt, and meditated to heal himself.

In this case, Xi Huai would not bother, and was very quiet. After all, according to Chi Muyao's background, even a little distraction might lead to madness.

After waiting for several more hours, Chi Muyao finished his meditation, and Xi Huai was finally able to talk to him.

It's a pity that Chi Muyao quickly shrank back into the quilt after meditating, curled up and said, "It's such a cold day, I really don't want to get out of the quilt for a moment."

Xi Huai coaxed persistently: "You can light a fire to keep warm."

"The fire will burn off the oxygen, oh, the air, and we'll be more uncomfortable then."

Xi Huai still refused to give up: "But..."

"Okay, I'm going to bed."

"Sleeping again?"

"Well, when I'm not feeling well, I like to sleep a little longer."

Xi Huai shut his mouth again, forget it, he is injured, let him rest for a while.

Xi Huai is not a fool, after asking several times, he confirmed that Chi Muyao didn't want him to see himself.

He was puzzled, and Chi Muyao refused to explain even after questioning, so he could only sulk himself.

I don't know good from bad!

Don't know how to lift!

If you don't read it, don't read it!

Perhaps because he was depressed and wanted to find a way to vent, he brought up what he had been wanting to say: "Can you stop yelling when you are cultivating? It sounds annoying."

Chi Muyao was already ready with a blanket on his face. After hearing this sentence, he blushed and nodded emphatically in the dark.

After realizing that Xi Huai couldn't see it, he quickly said, "Well, okay, I see."

This was the first time the two of them practiced together after Chi Muyao recovered from his injuries.

It's not the first time, Chi Muyao will not be so unfamiliar, but this time the progress of practice is slow in order to hold back the voice.

Xi Huai was still cooperating with his cultivation, when he suddenly smelled a bloody smell.

At first he suspected that the wound on Chi Muyao's back had opened, but he remembered that Chi Muyao was still sighing two days ago, the wound on his back did not leave any scars.There are no scars, so how can it crack?

It's not the first time the two have practiced, so they shouldn't bleed again.

He frowned, and after confirming the location of the bloody smell, he suddenly understood, and asked, "Hey, you won't bite your lip and break it?"

Chi Muyao didn't speak, but paused for a while.

This time he was more sure, and hurriedly said: "You don't have to be so patient, you can keep your voice down..."

However, Chi Muyao still didn't make a sound.

The smell of blood was still wafting into his nostrils, and he didn't know how hard this little fool Chi Muyao bit him. The back injury was healed, but there was a new injury on his lips.

It's still because of him.

He never thought it would be like this...

"Ah Jiu! Ah Jiu, I told you that you don't have to hold back, I don't feel annoying, I just..."

It's just... Hearing Chi Muyao's voice, he becomes hot and unbearable, his heart beats wildly uncontrollably, and his mind is also in a mess.

Maybe Chi Muyao stopped making a sound, so he could be better?Don't you hate being bound so much?

If you ask him what sound disturbs his xinxing most, it is definitely Chi Muyao's voice when he is practicing.

But he couldn't say these words, the bone was stuck in his throat, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

At this time, Chi Muyao asked in a very low voice: "I didn't say it on purpose... Am I slowly changing my career?"

This question made Xi Huai's heart tremble.

It actually made him more uncomfortable than when Chi Muyao refused to let him see it.

"No need to change." Xi Huai clenched his fists, he was fed up with Chi Muyao's stupidity, and he couldn't stand his own weirdness, "You can do whatever you want, what I said before was just teasing you, I was wrong."

"Really?"

"Well, I have a bad character, so you don't have to worry about it." That's all he could explain.

After that, Chi Muyao did not bite his lip anymore, but his voice was much lower than before.

Xi Huai didn't mention it before, and he hadn't noticed it before. Only after being reminded did he realize that he was indeed a little presumptuous before.

However, the price of enduring it was that he finished the whole training with sobs.

After the practice, Chi Muyao used a small washing technique to clean the two of them, and after meditating with a blanket on, he said, "I meditated to absorb spiritual energy."

"Come here." Xi Huai said suddenly.

"what happened?"

"Let me touch your lips, is it badly hurt?"

"It's okay, no need."

"Then you come here too, I want to touch you, anywhere, come to my hand."

Xi Huai wanted to touch Chi Muyao, anywhere, but he suddenly longed for it.

Ah Jiu's fingertips are cold, is his body also cold?

Ah Jiu's wrist must be very thin, right?

What about the lips?Is it thin or thick?Still bleeding?

But Chi Muyao didn't agree: "No."

"why?"

"Just don't, I'm practicing." Chi Muyao ignored him and began to meditate.

The author has something to say:

The protagonist of others is blackened: relatives are killed, and loved ones are hurt.

My attack blackening: hold back.