Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The snow-clothed man didn't speak, and leaned down again, gently holding his lips.

I saw his long eyebrows raised slightly, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, and a little bit of satisfaction leaked from his eyes, as if the snow had turned into a spirit, asking ordinary people to lean on him to warm his body.

Xiao Cheng was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and turned his head in pain.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes and were gently wiped away.

Since Bai Jiamu was still staying in the next room, Cheng Yunzhi didn't dare to make bold moves, and said with his lips, "Go out."

Gu Yan didn't open the barrier, and said, "I'll come and see you."

Cheng Yuzhi also imitated his appearance: "Visiting the prison is to stand outside the water railing and visit politely...you are not allowed to come in!"

Very light, full of breathy sounds, covered by the sound of water gurgling under the water cage.

Hearing it from Bai Jiamu's side, it seems that someone is talking from Cheng Yuzhi's side, but it doesn't seem to be there.

Bai Jiamu was particularly puzzled: "What did you do?"

He thought for a while, no, why does it feel like two people are talking?

"There are two people over there?"

The person on the other side didn't speak, and when Cheng Yunzhi turned over, there was a rustling sound from the rubbing of clothes.

When it was over, Bai Jiamu was even more puzzled: "Are you talking?"

It seemed that another snap of the fingers had passed, and Cheng Yuzhi said sullenly: "No, I am alone here. I was thinking just now, in case Qiu Zhen knew Bai Jiong before. He really only followed you halfway. months?"

Bai Jiamu responded, "Yes."

He clicked his tongue impatiently, patted the edge of the fuchsia, and moved the position of his legs in disgust.

And across the wall, poor Xiao Cheng was pressed on a dry straw stack, his nostrils were filled with the scent of another person, very light, like the smell of melting snow.

Cheng Yun was wondering why there was a pile of straw suddenly behind him, and at the same time he kept patting the snow-clothed man's arm, signaling him to relax a bit, because he was going to be out of breath.

It is also a skill to be strangled until the chest hurts.

According to Gu Yan's words, she relaxed a little bit, then raised her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly under Cheng Yunzhi's eyelids.

"I want to hug you," he said softly, "I haven't hugged like this for a long time."

They were almost completely buried in the straw, which was fluffy and obscured them.

Bai Jiamu said: "Why did I hear a strange voice from your side?"

Cheng Yuzhi: "... Straw! It's straw. I have it here. I have straw. I want to arrange them better."

Bai Jiamu pricked up his ears to listen, but most of his ears were filled with the sound of water outside, and there seemed to be nothing else worth noting.

Oh, and Cheng Yunzhi's panting.

……Um?Wheezing?

What is the reason for this? Is the straw pile so heavy that people are out of breath?

Bai Jiamu knocked on the wall seriously, and put his ear against the wall: "What are you doing again? You are so breathless?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "...I'm born with shortness of breath, can't I?"

Bai Jiamu sat back resentfully, crossed his hands, put his head back, and lay down on the ground with his clothes together: "All right, all right. It's none of my business what you do. I'm asleep, so don't disturb me."

After he finished speaking, he rolled to the other side, pillowed on the fuchsia ball, faced the wall, closed his eyes and took a nap.

But it may be due to the habit of cultivation. This person would do it as soon as he fell asleep, and soon, he would unconsciously sit in a cross-legged position and start to practice.

On the other end, Mr. Cheng just bit the corner of Gu Yan's lips angrily.

Xianjun was bitten, but he was not angry at all.

He raised his hand to touch the scar on the corner of his mouth, and his expression even had the illusion of a clear sky after the rain.

Leaning down to Xiao Cheng's ear again, he said, "That's it. Sweet."

Cheng Yunzhi: "...?"

The few days of neglect did not make Xianjun repent, and even worsened, he made an inch of it! ! !

Cheng Yunzhi brushed his long hair from his shoulders to the back indifferently, and tidied up his messy clothes by the way—now it looks like he is not doing serious business, he Cheng is a serious person.

The snow-clothed man sat half-kneeling in front of him, and when he got up, he stretched out his hand to help fasten the little golden tassels on the top.

After finishing everything, he leaned over again, buried his head in his neck, and took a deep breath.

Cheng Yunzhi wiped his face helplessly, and didn't intend to ask Gu Yan what kind of smell he smelled.

It must have been some strange answer.

He listened attentively, but there was no sound from the next door.

Seeing that Bai Jiamu did lie down and rest with his eyes closed, he didn't tell lies.

He pushed Xianjun again: "What clue do you have?"

The voice was extremely low, so the distance between them was as close as possible. He only needed to tilt his head slightly, and he could stick to the side of Gu Yan's face, and even his breath was sprayed on the other's face, staining his eyes as if they were fogged up. .

Cheng Yunzhi took a closer look in disbelief: it was all an illusion.

How could Xianjun show such an expression?

However, the warm touch is lingering, and the skin-to-skin contact can amplify all the subtle touches with just a light touch.

Gu Yan said: "You have to pay attention to his servant."

Breathe warm.

Cheng Yuzhi said seriously: "Speak well." The air of his breath made the side of his face itchy.

Gu Yan frowned aggrievedly: "I've talked properly."

Cheng Yuzhi tilted his head reluctantly, thinking: "Sure enough, I also think there is something wrong with that servant. Did he kill Bai Jiong because he wanted to vent his anger on Bai Jiamu?"

Gu Yan said meekly: "Maybe it's like this. Yuzhi, look down at this."

Cheng Yuzhi did not doubt that he was there, and lowered his head.

It was easy to be held in the palm of someone's hand, just like a fish caught on the shore by bait.

Afterwards, Xiao Cheng: "..."

You can't listen to Gu Yan's nonsense! ! !

Cheng Yunzhi had no extra clues, and the Law Enforcement Hall naturally didn't have any.

They questioned several suspects back and forth many times, and compared various testimonies; they jumped up and down in the sect, trying to ask something from other people, and they were laughed at, did they not sleep these days? Well, the dark circles are out.

Even the room where Bai Jiong died, they checked over and over again, feeling very puzzled.

Because Xianjun's spiritual power fluctuations were discovered from the house.

Law enforcement hall: "..."

Heck.

Do they dare to question Xianjun?

Before looking for the only disciple of Xianjun, there were already acquaintances who opened the way, and all the courage was summoned. Now I have to find Xianjun himself...

He went to ask Xianjun non-stop, and Xianjun sat behind the curtain, and calmly narrated: "I went to see little friend Bai Jiong to catch up on the past that day. I didn't do anything else."

The last four words are pronounced with extra emphasis.

Law Enforcing Hall greeted immediately: "Disciple is stupid!"

Not daring to stop for another moment, he rolled and crawled away from Changshu Peak.

There were a lot of hair falling out on the ground of the law enforcement hall, especially when the ancestor of Zushan also sent a message, asking them to catch the murderer quickly, the pressure was even heavier.

The disciple who recorded the dossier thought to himself: What kind of evil is this!

Inside the water cage, a regular visitor ushered in.

Zitao opened the water cage door with ease, and closed it with his hands back.

He walked all the way along the corridor, and stopped at the door of the first room number told by the law enforcement disciples, and laughed loudly: "Bai Jiamu, you have today too!"

The disciple of Zushan was lying alone on the cold ground, with one leg curled up, one arm resting on his head, the other hand on his abdomen, and a small cattail ball under his head.

Lonely and pitiful, I have never seen him like this.

Waking up by Zitao's voice, Bai Jiamu struggled to open his eyes and looked outside the cage door.

Good guy, the opponent who has fought for decades is standing at the gate of the water railing, laughing at him to his heart's content!

However, there was no place to laugh back, and he could only roll his eyes speechlessly.

He turned over, turned his back to Zitao, and didn't intend to say much.

Zitao sneered a few times wantonly: "I brought so many people to show off in my face, but now it's better, I'm not here alone, I don't even have a pillow."

Bai Jiamu covered his ears, expressing that he would not listen.

Zitao snorted and remembered that Cheng Yuzhi's room was next door.

After talking for so long, why is Mr. Cheng silent, as if he doesn't exist?

The elder brother walked over wonderingly, and took a look.

I saw Mr. Cheng huddled in the gap between the wall and the straw stack, his robe spread out and folded in a mess.

He raised his face and put his knees against Gu Yan's chest, preventing him from getting too close.

One hand was pulled away, and the wrist was tightly clenched, obviously about to be kissed enough again.

Cheng Yuzhi struggled and said, "Zitao is here—"

Just as he was talking, in a blink of an eye, he met Zitao who was standing outside the water railing.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

In front of young people, it's really embarrassing.

Zitao: "..."

help!I don't really want to see this kind of picture!It's easy to get blown in the back of the head by the uncle's sword!

The elder brother seemed to have seen a ghost, and took three steps back.

With trembling hands, he took out the key to open the door for Bai Jiamu: "You can go, Keke can go, I have a key here..."

Bai Jiamu turned back and glanced at Zitao.

He disdainfully said: "What do you mean by opening the door for me instead of your brother Cheng first? Why don't you let me come out first and then catch me back?"

Zitao kept his eyes wide open, and said to him, "Can't you come out? If you don't come out, I'll lock the door, and then the water railing will trap you forever!

Bai Jiamu turned over quickly: "Come out as soon as you come out, no one is afraid of anyone."

As soon as he took a step out of the water cage, he heard a strange noise in the water cage next door where Cheng Yuzhi was waiting.

The sound that seemed to overflow from the throat spread out unbearably.

Bai Jiamu had never heard such a voice before, and asked strangely, "What is he doing?"

Zitao's eyes widened.

again?

How long has the uncle been here? !

While Zitao was hesitating for a moment, Bai Jiamu stepped forward without hesitation, before the senior brother had time to reach out and hold him: "Wait...!"

Bai Jiamu took a look and saw Cheng Yunzhi sitting on the ground upright, with a beautiful appearance and neat clothes.

Young Master Cheng said generously, "Zitao, open the door for me."

Zitao struggled in his heart: where is the uncle?not there?exist?not there?

Hearing Cheng Yunzhi's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief: Great!

It's really scary that the big brother has to bear so many terrible secrets!