The bright moon sits on the ground

There is no need to repeat it hereafter. Jia Zhao knew about this in advance. After changing the blood-stained clothes, he returned to Jia Lingchang's study, and Nie Qiu and Xiao Xueyang, in full view Burn incense and make oaths, and swear by fingerprints.

Fortunately, the Jia family didn't like the Jianghu way of making alliances with blood, and the whole process of sworn alliance was simple and convenient.

Seeing that it was getting late, Jia Lingchang didn't do much to keep them, and he and Jia Zhao personally sent the two of them to the gate of Jia's house.

At Haishi, it was the dead of night, when the streets were empty, except for the rustling of the wind.

Xiao Xueyang was silent for a while, and found that Nie Qiu didn't intend to speak, so he couldn't help but test: "Brother Nie, I feel that you are not very happy, do you..."

Are you angry?

The half of the words were swallowed by her, but she still didn't say it.

"No." Nie Qiu looked as usual, as if everything before was just Xiao Xueyang's hallucination,? He responded, "I'm not unhappy,? I'm just a little tired. I want to go back to the inn early to rest."

"Oh, good." Xiao Xueyang lowered his eyes, and gently kicked away the pebbles at his feet, "Well,? I heard that there are several beauties who are good at singing and dancing in Rumengfang, and many high-ranking officials and nobles spend a lot of money just to see them. Take a look. I have never been to these places before, and now I have finally come here. I want to join in the fun. Tomorrow, if you are all free, please call Master Fang, and Huang Sheng, let's go together Let's see if they are as beautiful as the rumors say."

"If you're only going for this, I can tell you that after you meet Zhang Yu, it's hard for other women to catch your eyes."

Xiao Xueyang felt his scalp go numb when he thought of Zhang Yu, and shook his head, "Zhang Yu...I don't dare to stay with her anymore."

Then he begged again: "Just go for a while, I'll go after I have a look, it won't take much time."

"I don't guarantee that Fang Qisheng will go tomorrow."

Although he was not interested, Nie Qiu agreed.

Xiao Xueyang said with a smile: "I know, if you persuade Master Fang, he will definitely go."

It may be useless to say these words now.

Nie Qiu thought, after he went back tonight, he wanted to settle accounts with Fang Qisheng, not to chat and laugh with him.

Therefore, he couldn't guarantee whether Fang Qisheng would go tomorrow or not.

On the way back to the Wangshan Inn, Nie Qiu typed a lot of manuscripts, but he didn't use a word.

After Xiao Xueyang said goodbye to him, he went back to the room, while Nie Qiu stood at the door for a long time before slowly opening the handle.

Naturally, Fang Qisheng hadn't fallen asleep yet.

He should have just finished taking a medicated bath, so there is still a bitter and strong smell of herbs in the room.

Hearing the movement, Fang Qisheng put down the raft in his hand, turned his head and looked over, "You're back?"

Nie Qiu nodded silently, took off the frost around his waist, stepped over the wooden stool and walked over, only to find that his hair was still wet, the heat had not faded, covered with a thin layer of water mist, gradually condensed into water droplets, It fell from the end of the hair again and slipped into the skirt of the clothes.

After staring at the drop of water for a while, Nie Qiu looked away, took a clean towel from the wooden shelf next to the screen, covered Fang Qisheng's wet head, and signaled him to wipe the water off himself.

Fang Qisheng was confused for a moment at first.

Then he pulled down the white towel, raised his eyes and looked at Nie Qiu, as if he understood something.

"What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

Nie Qiu felt that there should be no flaws in his expression, and he didn't know how Fang Qisheng and Xiao Xueyang saw it—not to mention, he didn't think he was angry or in a bad mood, he obviously just wanted to ask Fang Qisheng to ask for a favor The argument, that's all, there is nothing to be angry about, and this matter can be resolved in a few words.

But when those belly drafts came to his lips, he didn't say a word.

It wasn't like him to be so hesitant.

Nie Qiu frowned slightly, and looked down at Fang Qisheng, "I'm not in a bad mood."

"Lie." Fang Qisheng pointed to the clean towel on top of his head, his tone was not serious, but with an obvious smile, "You usually wipe my hair for me, if it's not because of a bad mood, then why? "

Because of what?

Because now I can't tell what you said and said, which ones are true and which ones are false.

In the last life, there is no doubt that Fang Qisheng instigated Xuanwumen to spread rumors about Nie Qiu, discrediting him, and covered his body with sewage that could not be washed cleanly. Ru Tan smiled, watching him make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

Nie Qiu thinks it doesn't matter, because it was his fault. He beheaded Huang Sheng with his own hands, and watched the Huang family be destroyed in the fire; It is because he is an example of the righteous way, and Fang Qisheng, who is the leader of the demon cult, has a different standpoint, and he has been fighting for several years without distinguishing the superior.

In this life, Huang Sheng was still alive, and An Picai was still alive, and he turned to darkness and became the right guardian of the Demon Sect.

Everything should be different.

But Nie Qiu looked at Fang Qisheng, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was strange.

It wasn't the Fang Qisheng he was familiar with, but the estranged and indifferent leader of the Demon Cult in the previous life, who never wanted to reveal his heart. He took every step of the way and planned every step of the way, only wanting to completely eradicate himself as a sworn enemy.

Reborn, when he met Fang Qisheng again, Nie Qiu admitted that he sometimes mixed up the memories of the two lives.

And the more time he spends with each other, the more he can distinguish Fang Qisheng in this life from the previous life.

At least until Jia Lingchang said those words.

At the moment when he understood what Jia Lingchang meant, Nie Qiu thought about many things.

First, after Xiao Wuyin healed Fang Qisheng, Xiao Xueyang became an innocent victim again.

Then there was Fang Qisheng's cold eyes when he looked at him in the previous life, the hatred, the killing intent, which would never dissipate.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Qisheng in this life gradually overlapped with Fang Qisheng in the previous life.

Nie Qiu thought again, if Fang Qisheng in this life suddenly had the memory of the previous life one day, would he be like him at the beginning, unable to distinguish the memories of the two lives, and then directly kill him.

It should be cold when the four swords pierce the body.

So he didn't want to see that scene.

If you really want to talk about his mood at this moment, in fact, there is more fear than anger.

So Nie Qiu didn't refute Fang Qisheng's "I'm in a bad mood" and looked away, not looking at him again, "Your injuries should be healed soon, and it's not that you can't move at all. It's time to deal with these small things by yourself."

Fang Qisheng leaned sideways on the soft pillow, raised his arms, looked at him slantingly with his cheeks on his face, and said half-jokingly: "Nie Qiu, you are still wearing my clothes, so you don't even want to wipe my hair now? "

Nie Qiu's gaze moved to the foot of the bed for a moment, and then he focused on Fang Qisheng again.

His eyes were dark, his lips were pursed, and it took about a few breaths before he opened his mouth to answer Fang Qisheng.

"Then I will pay you back."

As always, he remained calm and showed no extra emotion.

As Nie Qiu said, before Fang Qisheng could react, his fingers were already on the girdle.

Fang Qisheng really didn't expect that he would do it directly, he was stunned, and then quickly pressed Nie Qiu's hand.

Only after touching it did I realize that Nie Qiu's fingers were cold, and I don't know if it was because of the cold wind blowing outside for a long time, like a piece of unheated jade, there was a cold air that was hard to dissipate.

When he moved, Fang Qisheng's palm pressed even tighter, as if he was afraid that he would really take off his clothes.

The two stood in a stalemate for a while, relatively speechless, the room suddenly became quiet, and only shallow breathing could be heard.

Nie Qiu said lightly, "Let go."

Fang Qisheng didn't move.

Nie Qiu took a few steps back and quickly untied his girdle.

Fang Qisheng cursed secretly in his heart.

He is sitting on the bed now.

In other words, after Nie Qiu took a few steps back, he was out of reach.

In such a short time of flashing a few thoughts, Nie Qiu had already taken off his coat, folded it neatly and put it on the wooden chair, and then moved his hand to the thin inner lining.

"Nie Qiu!" Fang Qisheng had just finished taking the medicated bath, and his whole body was numb and painful. As soon as he got out of bed, he hissed softly, but the words in his mouth continued. Go down, "Are you throwing a tantrum at me?"

Nie Qiu's movements paused, apparently he didn't expect him to say something like losing his temper, and he didn't even think about whether his current behavior was normal or not. After hesitating, Fang Qisheng had already leaned over and grabbed his hand .

Fang Qisheng's body was warm after taking the medicated bath, and he covered Nie Qiu's hand during the stalemate before.

"Let me say, Protector Right," Fang Qisheng approached, the bitter and sweet medicinal smell became more obvious, and it rushed into Nie Qiu's nasal cavity, trapping him tightly like a spider web, making him quiet Stopped, "You clearly know that I don't mean it, why do you do it on purpose? You don't want to make me happy, do you?"

Seeing Nie Qiu shaking his head, he carefully observed the person in front of him, looked into his eyes, and asked, "What's the matter?"

how to answer?It can't be said, in fact, we were deadly enemies, I lived my life again, afraid of repeating the same mistakes, right?

Nie Qiu's heart was in a mess. Now that he had calmed down, he didn't know why he had such a big reaction and agitated emotions just now, as if this body was out of his control, and he completely lost his basic ability to judge.

Then, the boiling emotions gradually calmed down, and then another strange emotion surged up.

It is shallow, very inconspicuous, almost negligible, and should not have much impact. It is hard to say whether it is good or bad. In short, it is there, lingering, and difficult to figure out.

But now is not the time to pursue such strange emotions.

Nie Qiu took a deep breath and said, "I've calmed down now, let me go first."

Fang Qisheng and him looked at each other for a while, and after confirming that he was really back to normal, he let go of his hand. He couldn't help turning his head and laughing twice, picked up the towel with sporadic drops of water from the bed, and put it in Nie Qiu's bed. hand, "You are really childish."

Before, Nie Qiu also felt that Fang Qi was childish.

This is probably the turn of Feng Shui, and now it's his turn again.

Just like in the previous life, the two of them fought for several years without distinguishing the superior, and this level of childishness is also comparable.

Nie Qiu calmed down, and took over the towel used to wipe his hair.