My buddy always flirts with me

◎Do not tell the second time◎

The distorted space fluctuations quickly blocked the perception, cutting off Mo Ji's brief eye contact with me.

At this moment, I somehow remembered the time when Qinan and Mo Ji were on good terms many years ago.

At that time, Qinan and I were both under a thousand years old, and we were considered the younger generation of monks in the source world.But Mo Ji is a monk who became famous in the same generation as Huangtian Jianjun. Long before I was born, he had already become one of the nine elders of the Nine Demon Pagoda, and was even honored as "the first alchemist in the source world".

His attitude towards Qinan earlier was considered kind, and the Nine Demon Pagoda and Huangtian Jianmen also had some friendship.Mo Ji publicly praised Qinan's alchemy attainments more than once, and the two even made an appointment to discuss it privately.

But in the end, things inevitably came to this point.

Because Mo Ji belongs to the Nine Demon Pagoda, and Qinan chose me.

The war is over.After losing the common enemy, as long as there is a slight friction, it is possible to ignite the fire of the prairie fire, and the six major forces standing at the pinnacle of the source world will never be peaceful forever.Perhaps Qinan also understands this truth, but no matter what... He really regarded Mo Ji as a friend from the bottom of his heart.

——Until the Nine Demon Pagoda ordered to ban all the classics, pills and pills related to Qinan.

I still remember how sad Qinan was when he learned about it.

But besides being sad, Qinan's counterattack might make Nine Demon Pagoda feel even more uncomfortable.The Wandan Pavilion he founded crazily embezzled the foundation of the Nine Demon Pagoda in the sale of elixir, and now it has almost taken away half of its power.Years of grievances and resentments have piled up into mountains, and now, the Nine Demon Pagoda probably hates me, Huangtian Jianmen, to the bone.

I just don't know what Mo Ji's eyes mean.

Could it be that he discovered my anomaly?

I was thinking to myself when suddenly the suppressed pain in my sea of ​​consciousness swept over again.In just a short period of time, the thoughts absorbed by my natal sword were almost two to three percent of the previous total. The violent and chaotic thoughts almost instantly washed away the remaining medicinal effects of the Concentration Pill, directly raging in my consciousness .

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang——

The crack on the sword spread rapidly in the blink of an eye, spreading from less than half of the position to the hilt in an instant.The tearing pain made my consciousness instantly slacken, and the world was empty for a while, as if nothing existed.

"... 峸... Jun..."

"...Yu Hong..."

I struggled to open my eyes amid the calls one after another, and looked at the blurred figure in front of me.

Qi... South...

"...Yuhong Jianjun!" I could vaguely hear Qinan's voice, which seemed to be far away but also near. There seemed to be panic in it.

Don't... be afraid... I... will be fine...

I opened my mouth to comfort him, but in the end I didn't even know if the words came out.

After an unknown amount of time, just as my consciousness was about to sink into the quagmire, a gentle force dissipated along the root of my tongue again, temporarily blocking those thoughts of sentient beings for me.

I took a quick breath, and my slack eyes finally managed to focus.

Qinan was holding me half kneeling on the ground, resting my head on his shoulder socket.He anxiously called my name: "Yu Hong! Wan Tuan! Ah Duan? Please don't scare me! Wake up! Wan Tuan!"

Usually he always likes to call me by other nicknames, but now he suddenly calls me by my first name, I don't know why it makes me want to laugh.I didn't have much strength, so I tried my best to answer in a low voice: "...um."

Qinan breathed a sigh of relief, but soon came back to his senses, and asked the main point directly: "Do you need anything?"

The idea of ​​rioting started to impact my sanity again, and I answered with the last of my sanity: "The quiet room...and..."

Qinan didn't wait for my next word for a long time, so he had to feed me another Ningshen Pill, and then hurriedly called my name and asked: "With what? Jianjun Yihong, with what?"

I finally laughed, grabbed his sleeve unconsciously, and murmured the last word: "...you."

Qinan seemed to be taken aback when he heard this.

Then I saw the white ear pinna in front of me smudge pink like peach petals, he held me by the waist, half-supported and half-embraced me, pursed his lips and walked towards the quiet room deep in the palace without saying a word .

"Sword Lord." Qinan suddenly spoke again midway.

At this moment, I was almost completely out of my mind, but when I heard his voice, I still responded instinctively: "...um."

Qinan said, "I'll tell you a story, do you want to hear it?"

I paused for a long time: "...what."

Qinan tilted his head slightly, lowered his voice and said in my ear: "A long time ago, there was a righteous fool who liked to punish evil and promote good in his life. He did countless good deeds. Good people thanked him and honored him. The bad guys hate him, rely on him to obey the rules, and use all means to hurt him."

"The devil he picked up felt very, very angry—"

I vaguely felt a little familiar, but my chaotic thoughts made it impossible for me to follow his narration.

Qinan looked down at me, his handsome brows were smiling, but the depths of his pupils were dark, as if a storm was brewing.

"So, he decided to 'notarize' teach a lesson to those bastards who got away with it."

"If you don't want to play by the rules—"

"Then go to hell." His voice was tender and gentle.

I blinked my eyes slowly in confusion, and I clearly heard his voice, but it became more and more blurred as I went back, and I couldn't leave any traces in my mind at all.

Finally, my sanity completely sank into a void.

When I regained consciousness again, I met Qinan's gaze as soon as I opened my eyes.

He rested his chin on one hand, looked down at me and laughed: "Yo, I finally woke up."

After combing and guiding for a period of time, I successfully suppressed that huge force and took it back for my own use, and the pain and shock of consciousness dropped back to a tolerable level again.I tilted my head, and finally realized that I was pillowing on Qinan's lap, and my voice was a little hoarse when I spoke: "How long has it been?"

Qinan said: "It will be less than two days, don't worry, nothing major happened."

I breathed a sigh of relief and sat up rubbing my forehead.

Qinan Xu was worried about me, and looked at me with a different look than usual, with a somewhat unusual calmness.He waited for me to check my physical condition and asked: "Master Jian Jun, do you have anything to say to me?"

Hearing this, I was slightly startled, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "I want to enter the second stage of the sword-making period before the Millennium Celebration begins."

The first stage of the sword-making period is the process of gradually shattering the original natal weapon. During this stage, the thoughts that cannot be loaded will overflow and interfere with the monk's soul, making the monk's emotions extremely expanded; the second stage is the recasting of the broken sword At this stage, there is a special secret technique that can gather all thoughts into one, and the monk will lose almost all emotional fluctuations.

Both of these situations are easy to make mistakes... But at a juncture like the Millennium Celebration, perhaps the second stage is much better.

At least I don't have to worry about losing control or passing out in full view.

……

I was frowning and thinking, but I heard Qinan ask again: "Well, do you still remember what I said to you before you passed out?"

His serious expression made me a little nervous: "...what."

Qinan sighed faintly: "Hey, it's rare that I personally made up a bedtime story to tell you, but you forgot all about it."

I was very guilty of what he said, so I hurriedly said: "Sorry, can you say it again." Say it again, I will definitely remember it firmly, and I will never forget it in my life.

Qinan said expressionlessly: "No, I, an illiterate who has never been to a private school, can't tell the same story twice. Think about it for yourself."

Is he angry?

I didn't know what to do, so I could only look at him helplessly, hoping that he would calm down for the sake of my sword-making period.

Qinan admired my bewilderment for a while with a sullen face, and finally couldn't hold back a laugh.He reached out and tapped my eyebrows, and joked: "Okay, I'm kidding you. Why is my Lord Jianjun sleeping stupidly? Can't you see this?"

... I know he wasn't too angry, but his expression was indeed a little strange just now.

It's much more normal now.

Qinan paused for a moment, lifted the topic of "bedtime stories", and asked following my words: "How do you plan to advance to the second stage? Don't tell me that you plan to go around in front of those monks who are attending the banquet again. "

I shook my head: "Dong Zhou Yuan."

"Dong Zhouyuan?" Qinan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "The place where criminals are held?"

I explained: "Dong Zhouyuan imprisoned criminals all year round. Although it is far less than a million source realm casual cultivators, it has accumulated a lot of thoughts. I am only one step away from the second stage, and Dong Zhouyuan should be enough."

After hearing this, Qinan was silent for a moment, stood up, and sighed, "Let's go. I didn't expect that on the 8000 year anniversary of the bond, I would face a sword-lord Yu Hong who doesn't love me. Hey, I'm a little scared, what should I do?"

"..." I said seriously, "No."

I will love you with all my senses, so don't be afraid.

just.

I am sorry.

It seems that Qinan just said it casually, and gave me a look with a smile, and walked towards Dongriyuan side by side with me.

"Eight thousand years?" he said.

"There will be many more 8000 years," I said.

Qinanlang laughed, and then said: "Then while you are still feeling happy, I wish you a happy 8000 years of bond in advance."

My depressed mood suddenly jumped up.

"Well, congratulations."