I, Long Jun, am not short!

The fog surrounding the person on the opposite side gradually dissipated, and even the fog around the two of them was not as thick as it used to be, and they were indeed controlled by people.

The invisible figure finally appeared in the mist. He was dressed in black, with a slender figure, and a face with clear and beautiful eyebrows. He looked harmless and well-behaved.

It was Mo Xunyu.

Yan Cijing took back the light water, just held it in his hand, and said softly, "I won't mistake you."

Mo Xunyu also withdrew his sword, curled his lips and muttered, "It's really boring."

Yan Cijing seemed to put down the knife, but his fingers inadvertently rubbed against the handle of Qingshui, and asked, "You asked me to come here just to fight?"

Mo Xunyu continued kindly: "Yeah, I haven't fought with you before, my hands are itchy."

The two of them are different from those friends of Chu Xian. Chu Xian and Jiu Lingxuanyun have been fighting since they were young. Mo Xunyu and Yan Cijing did not know each other since they were young, but share weal and woe. In order to show their affection, naturally they will not fight thing.

Not only have they never fought, they have never even fought hands-on, the only time it was fatal.

Mo Xunyu has always been a harmless person, doing things is what other people want to do, he only needs to command and come up with ideas, so Yan Cijing really can't recognize him just by tricks, and he can recognize it by relying on With a flash of figure and guess.

Would he call Yan Cijing to a place like Misty Valley because he wanted to fight?The answer is almost obvious.

Yan Cijing never beat around the bush with him, so he just said indifferently: "What happened?"

Mo Xunyu said: "Nothing happened, and I am still here to fight with you?"

Yan Cijing corrected: "I am with you."

Mo Xunyu said: "It's all the same. However, I really want to tell you something."

Then he raised his eyebrows, and looked at Yan Cijing's light water knife meaningfully: "Cici, you are guarding against me."

Yan Cijing quickly put the knife back into its sheath, and spread his hand at him: "Say."

Mo Xunyu also put away the sword slowly, Yan Cijing looked at it with a serious expression, feeling uneasy.

Then he said, "Ci Jing, we've known each other for so long, who do you think I am?"

Yan Cijing said, "How can there be so many words?"

Mo Xunyu, who is he?

Yan Cijing used to think that he couldn't understand him better, he was optimistic and lively without holding grudges, he was well-behaved, smart and good-natured.No matter what time he can smile, he can feel as if he has nothing to do after being depressed for a day. He is really a wonderful person.

But now, Yan Cijing had a feeling that he didn't fully see through him, as if everything he showed was just the tip of the iceberg.

Mo Xunyu showed two dimples, and said with a smile: "If you don't want to say Cici, let it be, and I won't force you."

Yan Cijing said indifferently: "What's the matter with you?"

The surrounding mist gradually thickened again, perhaps because of the darkening sky, Mo Xunyu's face loomed in the mist, seemed to be smiling, but he couldn't see clearly, Yan Cijing suspected that his eyes were blurred What's the problem, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

Mo Xunyu said slowly: "You know Ming Jiu by my side, right? I found out a few days ago - and it can't be counted as a few days ago - that he was sent to monitor me."

Yan Cijing recalled that the person next to Mo Xunyu was familiar with Su Yang, he had only met Ming Jiu before, and knew that Mo Xunyu begged him from Mo Qinghan, and he didn't know much about others, so Just nodded: "Who is it?"

But Mo Xunyu shook his head, spread his hands and said: "I don't know. I only know that he is watching me, and he also knows that I found out. But he didn't find out who he is, anyway, it's not the people I know. "

Impatiently, Yan Cijing waved the fog that gathered in front of his eyes, and asked casually, "Apart from your brothers, is there anyone watching you?"

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, Mo Xunyu just tilted his head to look at it, even blinked his eyes, but he didn't intend to disperse the fog at all, he just looked at Yan Cijing calmly, neither happy nor angry.

He continued: "My brothers don't watch me, they don't take me seriously. Then I thought, what is there for me to be watched? I'm just a powerless prince of the devil world .Of course, I know that now I don't know why he wants to spy on me."

Yan Cijing said: "It's just Mingjiu, just kill him."

Mo Xunyu smiled: "I can't bear it. I'm not you. I have a brother Chu who can follow me. After searching for so many years, I finally found such a person with similar temperament to Master. It's a pity to kill him."

After finishing speaking, he silently thought, that's not right, there is one more now.

So Yan Cijing asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

Mo Xunyu said: "I don't want to do anything, but Cici, we have been friends for so many years, I also want to remind you, do you recognize the people around you?"

Yan Cijing thought about it symbolically, and went through the people around him in his head, Mo Dao, Xian Xian, Ci Shu, Zi Huan, Leng Lin, Leng Ye, Leng Mei, if you have to add, Su Yang It is also one, there are only a few people around me, and I recognize them very clearly.

He raised his eyes to look at Mo Xunyu, although he couldn't see his face clearly, he said: "I see clearly."

Mo Xunyu said, "No, you didn't recognize me. You didn't recognize me."

Yan Cijing nodded: "Well, then, Cishu, what are you going to say?"

What the hell are you going to say?

Mo Xunyu tilted his head and thought for a while, then blinked several times inadvertently.

Then he thought, yes, what to do with so much nonsense, what should be done is still to be done, and so much talk without getting to the point, it seems sick.

After he figured it out, he looked at Yan Cijing seriously, and frowned: "Cici, I just want to say that no matter what I do, I actually treat you as my own brother. I..."

I will not harm you.

Yan Cijing: "..."

He was silent for two seconds, and couldn't help arguing: "I think it's right that I'm a brother, you... what are you doing?!"

Before he could finish that sentence, Mo Xunyu's palm came over without any discussion, without showing any sympathy.

Both of them came from Bihaiyuntian, and their strengths are not too bad. The only difference is that Chu Xian is a martial god, and Yan Cijing was taught by real materials. He was taught by His Royal Highness Long Jun, while Mo Xun Yu's master is Wenshen, and he has never taught him. His martial arts are all learned by himself.

However, Mo Xunyu entered Bihai Yuntian a few years earlier than Yan Cijing, and Yan Cijing did not have spiritual roots, so he had more practical experience than Yan Cijing, but he was not as good as Yan Cijing.

In other words, each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and they are really comparable in strength.

Mo Xunyu didn't draw his sword—he knew that the swordsmanship he taught himself was incomparable to the swordsmanship taught by His Royal Highness Longjun himself, and he couldn't use his own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths—the palm style full of demonic energy was almost unprecedented. False hair, all hit Yan Cijing's side or body.

The fog is too thick. I don't know why Mo Xunyu can see so clearly. Anyway, Yan Cijing can hardly see anything. He can only dodge the attack according to the wind direction and intuition. Since Mo Xunyu didn't draw his sword, he can't He didn't draw the knife, and to be honest, he hasn't figured out the situation until now.

Mo Xunyu hit him with his last palm, Yan Cijing staggered a step, and was horrified to find that he was standing on the edge of the cliff with half of his feet at some point, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Fortunately, a hand held his hand tightly. He couldn't see the expression of the owner of that hand, but that hand was a hand he was very familiar with. He called out in doubt: " Ci tree?"

Mo Xunyu held his hand and clenched it tighter, his expression hidden in the mist was very complicated, unbearable and determined, he said softly: "Cici, I will not want you to die."

Yan Cijing immediately twisted that hand with his backhand, but was quickly blocked by the other hand, and the blood demon energy was not flowing smoothly in an instant, Yan Cijing frowned in pain, and just bit his lower lip Without letting himself groan, the hand that was twisted by him wrapped his arms around half of his body.

Mo Xunyu's tone was flat, unable to detect any emotion, he only emphasized: "We are best brothers, I will not want you to die."

Then let go and pushed him off the edge of the cliff.

At that moment, the fog in the entire Misty Valley faded, and Yan Cijing, who was about to fall, clearly saw Mo Xunyu standing where he was just now, looking at him with a flat face, and moved his lips.

It was only for a moment, and then the mist all over the sky emerged again, covering the person who was looking at him.

Yan Cijing blinked like Mo Xunyu, saw Mo Xunyu's spoken language clearly, and said, "Trust me."

Can you still believe it?Yan Cijing asked himself.

The Heaven Realm, the Hall of Compassion Yan.

There is a fruit tree in the back hall of the Minyan Palace, which was made by Qingyu Palace. Chu Xian was holding a delicate wine jar in his hand, and sat on the tree where he and Ziming drank together that day. superior.

He was leaning against the thick tree trunk, one leg was bent and stepped on in front of him, the other leg was just dangling, and the white boots on his feet were so tight that they couldn't fall off.

Chu Xian shook the unopened wine jar, his black hair fell loose on his shoulders at some point, the tails of his eyes were red, and his cheeks were also stained with a blush.He didn't seem to understand why he was drunk before the wine was opened, but after thinking about it for a long time in his chaotic mind, he couldn't figure out what was going on. Instead, the boots on his feet fell from the shaking from time to time.

He subconsciously lowered his head to look, only to find that a handsome young man in red clothes stood under the tree at some point, caught his boots, was looking up at him, and when he saw him looking down, he even bent his lips towards him. A pair of beautiful fox eyes, the eyes are very bright, as if there are three thousand stars in them, but in fact there is only one figure.

Chu Xian was fascinated by the young man's smile, thought about it for a while, and called out uncertainly, "Ci Jing?"

The boy in red nodded and said with a smile, "Xianxian, it's me."

Only then did Chu Xian let out an "oh", and casually threw down the wine jar in his hand. The young man caught the wine jar for him and placed it on the table beside him. When he turned around, Chu Xian also jumped down. .

The young man hurriedly protected him, afraid that he would suddenly jump down and fall, but Chu Xian stared at the stone table, wondering, "When did the Temple of Mercy Yan have such a stone table?"

Before he could figure it out, the boy had already bent down to put on his shoes. Chu Xian pulled him up and threw the white boots aside. He stepped on the white socks and pushed the boy onto the stone bench, asking seriously He: "Ci Jing, why are you in the heaven?"

Yan Cijing didn't answer, just smiled at him, he was really pretty when he smiled, his lips were smudged with boundless spring color, his eyes were filled with stars all over the sky, and the stars all belonged to Chu Xian.

Chu Xian looked at him seriously, then suddenly bent down to hold Yan Cijing's face, approached those thin red lips, and gently pressed his own lips against them.

Yan Cijing, however, turned his back on his lips, and after tossing and sucking, he pried open Chu Xian's lips, further captured his lips and tongue, and acted recklessly in his mouth, holding on for a long time, as if he wanted to kiss forever. .

Chu Xian opened his eyes abruptly, he didn't realize where he was for a long time, he was scared out of his wits by the dream just now.

Until someone called him: "You are awake, and fell asleep at this time, are you still asleep at night?"

Chu Xian looked blankly looking for the reputation, it was Mu Yin who was sitting on the side reading a book.

He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows: "I can only blame you for the bad feng shui here. Let's talk about the night."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and picked up a piece of talisman paper. Someone sent it while he was asleep, and it was lying beside his hand. Mu Yin wouldn't even look at it.

After a general glance, Chu Xian opened his eyes wide, stood up straight away, and looked at Mu Yin: "Where is the Misty Valley?"

The author has something to say: (small theater)

Mo Xunyu: Didn't expect that, are you surprised?Is it surprising?

Yan Cijing: Surprised...

Chu Xian: The first kiss since I wrote this article, it’s actually at this time, I thank you, Ranran,

Ranran: You don't have to thank me.

Yan Cijing: It's actually a dream. . .When can I kiss you.

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