Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Xie Qiushi didn't change his bloody clothes, but he felt a bit inexplicably timid when he approached the mountain gate. He circled around and didn't go through the main entrance.

As soon as he walked into the back mountain, he noticed something unusual. The whole mountain was filled with a sweet and fragrant fragrance of flowers, which was different from the harsh vegetation on Yan Chicheng's body.

He held his breath in a little bewilderment, the first thing he saw was no longer the lush climbing vines, but a pair of yellow butterflies flying together, and further on, the buzzing of bees, it was like a mountain of insects The ants broke through the frozen soil and came alive.

"What a Yan Chicheng." He thought to himself, "In the days when I'm not here, he's been very happy. The flowers are growing, and the butterflies are fluttering."

Xie Xianjun brushed off the sleeves of his robe, brushed away the vines and green vines, and before he could move, he heard a woman's hearty laughter from inside, followed by Yan Chicheng's voice in a low voice, he couldn't hear what they were talking about, but there was no shortage I was a little bit happier.

"Xie Qiushi?" Yan Chicheng suddenly raised his voice, and said calmly, "Why don't you come here?"

This sound was not very different from usual, Yan Chicheng's appearance was still handsome and indifferent, the corners of his eyes and brows were slightly softened, but it didn't look like it was because of him.

Sitting opposite the immortal is a woman, with black eyebrows and red lips, handsome and glamorous, she is the source of the striking flower fragrance, only to see that the woman is naked, with a large piece of ice and snow skin exposed, and a piece of Yan Chicheng's shirt is only on her shoulders. In the outer robe, the slender and delicate legs were folded, and he was generous and composed. Seeing him coming uninvited, he was not at all embarrassed. He just raised his eyebrows and smiled, then turned his head and asked: "Is this the master of Mount Yingtai?"

Yan Chicheng nodded, and subtly tilted his shoulders, blocking most of Xie Qiushi's sight.

Xie Qiushi's face suddenly turned cold: "Who is this?"

Before Yan Chicheng could speak, the woman said, "My name is Yan Zhumei. Master of the mountain, what should I call you?"

"Why did you call me?" Xie Qiushi said bluntly, "It's just you and me here. If you say 'hey', 'hey', isn't it me?"

Yan Zhumei was surprised, and turned to look at Yan Chicheng: "Is this how people in the fairy world talk?"

Yan Chicheng sighed and shook his head, his deep eyes softened, and fell on Xie Qiushi like catkins, and then he couldn't speak anymore.

I saw Xie Qiushi wearing mottled and mottled dirty clothes, cat-like spots of blood on his face, and a pair of green eyes that seemed to be unable to bear the spring waves that filled the pond any longer. Clouds accumulated, rain fell, and tears flowed quietly like streams of water. down.

Xie Qiushi didn't understand why his eyes were not up to date again. The last time he was so embarrassing, he was still in front of Qin Lingche's eyes, imitating children in the world to beg for things by crying and screaming, but this time he didn't know why—— He didn't even feel a sore nose and a choked throat. He only felt the chilly water slide down his skin, like dew dripping from a stone, hitting his arms coldly and mercilessly.

I might want something else.Xie Qiushi thought blankly.

"Yan Zhumei." Yan Chicheng said suddenly.

Yan Zhumei comprehended when she heard the words, she clicked her tongue twice, pointed her toes, her figure floated away, and she walked away.

Xie Xianjun's sobbing voice gradually stopped.

Only then did Yan Chicheng slowly ask: "...What's the matter?"

Xie Xianjun moved his lips, then closed his mouth immediately, his eyes widened, and he said with a choked voice, "Who are you talking to?"

Yan Chicheng sighed helplessly: "Qiu Shi."

"There are other people here, how do I know that you are talking to me?" Xie Qiushi said softly, "Besides, if there are other people talking with you, you probably won't care about my voice anymore, and I don't need to come here again. Qin Lingche is the only bastard in the world who needs me again, so I have to go back to his throne and beg for mercy."

Yan Chicheng couldn't help but laugh for a moment, his slender fingertips slid into Xie Xianjun's soft black hair, and he pressed and stroked it gently. When he touched the wet spot on his cheek, the smile in his eyes disappeared: "Yan Zhumei is my same root... Sister to her fellow countrymen, she will not linger here."

Xie Qiushi raised his head stupidly, his open lips couldn't close for a while, and it took him a long time to ask, "Where is she going?"

"Go to the human world, go to the fairy world, go to the ghost world." Yan Chicheng said slowly, with a casual tone, "anywhere that can achieve great things, build fame, and erect monuments."

Xie Qiushi didn't understand what Yan Zhumei wanted to do, he just blinked his eyes like fluttering wings, let the water drop from the dry eye sockets, and raised his tone unconsciously: "Well, here, it's still...just you and me Me?"

Yan Chicheng nodded quietly.

Xie Qiushi cheered, rushed forward and hugged his shoulders, and then fell into Yan Chicheng's arms like throwing a stone.

Yan Chicheng embraced him and walked in. As usual, he chattered non-stop while kicking his bloody and dirty shoes on the ground, and finally followed Yan Chicheng into the depths of the greenery wearing only a pure white underwear. .

The moment he sat down on the floor, he suddenly remembered the scene in "Xiaoyao Cangjiang Night Drama Director", and the soles of his feet subtly itched again.

He couldn't help raising his calf, and lightly kicked Yan Chicheng's ankle under the brocade robe.

"Xie Qiushi?" Yan Chicheng asked with a frown.

"I... um..." Xie Xianjun opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say it. He froze for a moment before clumsily making up a topic to move away, "Qin Lingche said that if you don't give up your status for a day, then You can’t live without the Great Shura Dao for a day—how can your sister walk so easily? Is she any different from you?”

Yan Chicheng heard the name of the Emperor of Heaven, the creases between his eyebrows deepened, but he still said patiently: "Zhu Mei is no different from me, but she never wants to be confined in a corner, she is willing to go down to the world naked to reincarnate, practice from the beginning, and find one piece after another. Get back what you want, create something from scratch, and create a new world.”

Xie Qiushi was startled, and asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you think about this? Have you never wanted to leave this corner for so many years?"

Yan Chicheng sighed softly when he heard the words, and his thick black eyes drooped down: "What's the difference between here and there? What's the difference between immortals, humans, and ghosts? As long as there is a spirit, it is driven by desire. Standing on a high cliff overlooking the world, looking at immortals, people, and ghosts, each has different morals and different witnesses, but the reason for it is still only one word "desire". Even if I travel all over the world, what I see How can it be any different from the wailing ghosts and fierce men and pools of blood and flesh under my feet? How can there be any interest in it?"

Xie Qiushi listened ignorantly, he heard every word clearly, but he still didn't understand the meaning, he tilted his head and read it silently, and finally asked the only interesting question: "What about you? Don't you... have something you want?"

"Of course I didn't." Yan Chicheng said.

Xie Qiushi said "ah" and moved uncomfortably.

No matter how careless he was, he couldn't ignore the word "every time". Thinking about the last time, he suddenly felt his cheeks burning, couldn't help but move his butt forward, sat in front of Yan Chicheng, and asked in a low voice: "Ever?"

Yan Chicheng lowered his eyebrows: "Yes."

He leaned forward again, remembering the "biting" movement he learned last time, and Hongzhangxiang's picture book, he grunted in his throat, and then, two soft lips pressed against the corners of Yan Chicheng's mouth.

This time he didn't bite, just pressed gently.

Astonishment flashed in Yan Chicheng's dark eyes, and Xie Qiushi knew that he had learned the right thing this time. He didn't let go of his mouth, but asked vaguely with his posture: "Now you have it, don't you?"

"……Um."

He withdrew his mouth, his cheeks were flushed with novelty pink, and the corners of his mouth almost turned up to the sky.He "bited" Yan Chicheng again, and asked, "Is this what you want?"

Yan Chicheng's voice became deep, and he answered hoarsely and with certainty: "It's this."

Xie Qiushi rolled into his arms again, and this time, like what Yan Chicheng did last time, he bit off the fairy's lips like what Yan Chicheng did last time, "Then are you willing to leave here with me?"

"—Give up everything and get out of here with me?"