The bright moon sits on the ground

Fang Qisheng thought it was over.

But Nie Qiu just wants to make some moths come out.

He responded with "Okay", but his body remained motionless, still sitting on the edge of the bed, and the blood-stained plain clothes were spread out on the thick carpet—God knows why he was wearing it inside It's this dress.

Nie Qiu just looked at Fang Qisheng with a smile, and Fang Qisheng pushed his shoulder, but didn't push him.

"What else do you want to do?" The young Demon Cult leader pinched his brows. He felt that the person in front of him was also a troublesome leader, but his heartbeat was too fast, and he was afraid that he would hear him. He was very guilty, so he wanted to Drive him away? "Aren't you leaving yet? Huh?"

That's what Fang Qisheng said, but Nie Qiu didn't listen to half a sentence.

"Look." Nie Qiu casually picked up a few strands of hair, the ends of which had been clotted with coagulated blood, making it hard to clean up, "Shengsheng, I don't think I can handle this alone .”

Now he knows how to pretend to be pitiful and beg for mercy, but he refuses to reveal to him what happened last night.

Fang Qisheng thought for a moment. If Nie Qiu had acted like this when he was excited last night, he would have readily agreed. But, unfortunately, he has no interest in these things now.

His thoughts are very chaotic now. For a while, he thinks of Chang Jinyu, who has disappeared, and for a while, he thinks of Huang Sheng, who has gone to the usual Jinyu. ,? Dissipated again, leaving him only uneasy, and a sudden sense of loneliness and loss.

If Nie Qiu thought he could be fooled so easily, he would be wrong.

Right now is not the time to think about those unscrupulous things, but Fang Qisheng couldn't say "no" to Nie Qiu.

He still remembered the look on Nie Qiu's face when he hooked his little finger, the panic and fear that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

So Fang Qisheng finally compromised and let Nie Qiu go first, and he packed up before going to find him.

These two people had their own agendas, and Fang Qisheng didn't notice that when Nie Qiu was leaving, he not only took away the "useless" gravel on the table, but also took away a piece of cloth with blood on it; But he didn't know that when he went to dispose of the cloth and gravel, Fang Qisheng secretly called the master of the Xuanwu Gate, and told him to investigate a few clues.

As I said before, there are very few people in Fang Qisheng's house, unless he specially called someone to clean it up, otherwise, no big deal, it is impossible for the disciples of the Devil's Cult to step into this house that is equivalent to a forbidden area.

Nie Qiu was covered in blood, and when he walked past the white stone path full of flowers and plants on both sides, he realized that he was walking barefoot, and the ground was very cold, especially the white stone, which was still very painful. It's the season when the summer heat returns after autumn. It's not too cold to step on the path with bare feet. When the sultry wind blows, it feels very cool.

If someone passes by here and sees him, they should think he is a crazy weirdo.

Just as he was thinking of this, a breeze blew through the treetops, rustling softly. Nie Qiu heard the sound, and subconsciously touched the long knife at his waist, but found nothing. Forgot to take it.

But the man in black crouching among the branches and leaves obviously did not have any malicious intentions. Nie Qiu knew that he was not murderous just by taking a look. He couldn't recognize anyone else.

"Guardian right." They even had the same ups and downs in their voices, hoarse and deep. The man in black who covered his face raised his hand while speaking, pointed in one direction, and said, "The bath is at that place, you are going the wrong way."

Nie Qiu straightened his clothes in embarrassment, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you usually...near here?"

He asked implicitly, and the Xuanwu Sect disciple immediately understood, and explained: "We hide in the dark and are the eyes of the Demon Sect. When the leader is not in the Demon Sect, we are his most powerful weapon. When he returns to the Demon Sect, we will We're still going to do the same thing as before."

"Don't worry, we are not always there, and we will deliberately keep a distance, so as not to hear things we shouldn't hear."

He really didn't feel the approach of Xuanwumen before.Nie Qiu pursed his lips. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he nodded and walked in the direction pointed by the Xuanwumen disciple, looking for the bathing pool that Fang Qisheng told him about.

When he was on the righteous way, he had heard of the reputation of Xuanwumen.

For the Demon Cult, the Xuanwu Gate is the "eye" of the Demon Cult, spying on and monitoring everything for the leader.

For Zhengdao, Xuanwumen is the "most loyal dog" of the leader of the Demon Cult.

At least that's what they're called.

Because the Xuanwu sect is different from the other three sects, they are not loyal to the Demon Cult, but only to the person sitting on the leader's seat.

As a result, this created a weird situation, making people in the Demon Cult more or less keep their distance from Xuanwumen.

But it is also very convenient. After all, the Xuanwu Sect will report all the big and small things to the sect master, and the sect master will distinguish from the submitted information which is trivial, which should be known by the leader, and which should be known. It is a major decision that should be made by the leader-so many people will seize this opportunity and deliberately leak information that Xuanwumen knows.

For example, the disciples of Suzaku Sect told Xuanwu Sect their dissatisfaction with Ji Wanghe with this in mind.

However, Nie Qiu only felt the discomfort of being spied on by Xuanwumen after he joined the Demon Cult.

But he had to admit the thoughtfulness of the first leader of the Demon Cult, because this really consolidated the power of the leader.

In the Devil's Cult where the weak prey on the strong, if it weren't for this, it would be impossible to control the group of restless good-for-nothing people underneath.

Nie Qiu walked for a while in the direction pointed by the Xuanwu Gate, and he found the bathing pool in the huge house.

It was the first time he came back to the place where Fang Qisheng lived, so he was inevitably not familiar with it, and he accidentally went the wrong way, which made a joke.

Sighing softly, Nie Qiu took off his clothes and tried the water temperature. It was quite hot, and there was still a hazy mist on the surface of the water, just like a fairyland with clouds and mist, floating slowly, completely covering his sight.

The long black hair floated on the surface of the water, spread out like seaweed, undulating up and down, smudged with thick colors.

Straws and strands, as if the red dye was overturned, were washed by the clear and clean pool water, and gradually became taupe-colored, and finally disappeared completely.

Fang Qisheng didn't make him wait for a long time, maybe it was because Nie Qiu was delayed on the road for too long, so when he entered the bath, it was almost a cup of tea when there was the sound of footsteps, passing through the layers of fog. Into Nie Qiu's ears.

A hand reached out from behind, picked up the soft black hair, and carefully washed away the remaining blood on it with clean water.

Then, he smelled a familiar scent of sandalwood and cedar that could not be masked by water vapor.

Nie Qiu thought for no reason that before he met Fang Qisheng, he never knew that he could like someone so much, and he wanted to stick together, so he didn't waste every minute and every second.

So he fell in love with the house again, and felt that Fang Qisheng was straightforward and free and easy, and he was so cute that he even liked sweets. His body smelled good and made people feel at ease. The clothes are all nice.

After thinking about it, Nie Qiu felt that his thoughts were really naive.

After the deep aroma of cedar and sandalwood, there is a clear fragrance of saponins.

He turned his head to look at Fang Qisheng behind him—this person had been silent all this time, which always made him feel a little strange.

Fang Qisheng knelt on one knee by the pool, dressed in crow blue clothes, with a complex knot tied tightly at the hem, and the rest of the clothes were hanging in the air, shaking with his movements; It hangs heavily on the white porcelain tiles, covered by water mist, Nie Qiu can't tell what the pattern is, but vaguely thinks it is a ferocious giant beast; The hair was mixed with a finger-wide dark hair band, intertwined with each other, making it difficult to separate.

Nie Qiu suddenly turned his head. The soap horns he used to scrub his long hair slipped, but he was finally grasped firmly.

He raised his eyes and looked up along the long hair between his fingers, his eyes were as heavy as dusk.

Nie Qiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the person who carefully washed his hair was indeed the leader of the Demon Cult.

He had seen this outfit before.

It symbolizes the identity of the leader.

The last time he saw this suit was when Fang Qi wanted to kill Wen Zhanxing and came to take away the jade sword.

Nie Qiu didn't know what the weather was like that day. He just remembered that the wind was blowing, and Fang Qisheng's clothes were fluttering in the wind. After he went back, he thought about it belatedly and felt that the clothes were really It suits Fang Qisheng very well.

Nie Qiu was wondering why Fang Qisheng didn't come in and wash together.

Now he understands that Fang Qisheng should be looking for someone to talk about business later, so he is wearing ceremonial clothes, with too many small decorations, so he doesn't want to go into the bath, so he just gives Nie a bath by the pool. Autumn washes the blood in her hair.

He wanted to touch Fang Qisheng a little bit, but found that his body was covered with water droplets, which would wet his clothes.

"What's wrong?" Finding Nie Qiu in a daze, Fang Qisheng asked in confusion.

I don't know if it's Nie Qiu's illusion, but he always feels that Fang Qisheng even has a nice voice, especially in this outfit, his expression seems to be much softer, he can be called a handsome young man with a face like a crown, and he is just at the age of high spirits .

You are too much, just change your clothes and say a few words, you can make me like you a little bit more.

Nie Qiu didn't answer, and looked at Fang Qisheng's robe, only to realize that it was a ferocious head with a single horn on its forehead, five curly tails, and a leopard-like figure, calm and dangerous, lying at the foot of the strange rocky mountain, The front palm is on the ground, the rear foot is tense, showing the trend of going downhill.

If Fang Qisheng is a born hunter and a ferocious beast, Nie Qiu thought, then he would admit it, there is no need for rhetoric, Fang Qisheng does not need to speak or do anything at all, just a look is enough to make him jump into the trap .

His eyes slid down, and he saw Fang Qisheng's fingers holding the black hair, the sleeves rolled inward, and the familiar red thread on the wrist, which was still loosely wrapped around it-in the past, it was long covered by the sleeves.

Nie Qiu pointed to the red line on Fang Qisheng's wrist, and said, "I never knew you still kept it."

He hadn't seen it before, and he thought that Fang Qisheng had already thrown it away, after all, it was a thing that could be seen everywhere.

"I didn't say something about 'eternal knot'..." Fang Qisheng subconsciously clenched the hand wrapped with the red thread into a fist, put it under his lips, coughed muffledly, and said in a slightly puzzled tone, "This thing can be used at will. Throw it away?"

Nie Qiu took a deep and slow breath, and the water mist mixed with the fresh saponin fragrance poured into his nostrils, which made his consciousness even more chaotic. He pressed his chest and sighed: "If I can't breathe one day Come on, it must be because of you."

Fang Qisheng knocked him on the head, loosened his long hair, and let it fall into the water again, washing out fine foam.

The leader of the Demon Cult stood up, smoothed the wrinkles of his clothes, and said: "After washing, you can just wash it again with clean water. I'm going to meet the people from Simen later, and I'll call someone to prepare a clean suit for you." clothes here."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and strode out of the bath.

While walking, he quietly hid the red string on his wrist into the wristband, as if afraid of being seen by others.