Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Yan Chicheng followed Xie Qiushi to the main hall of Mount Yingtai, silently looking at the fairies and servants who were scattered like birds and beasts.

He glanced down at his left hand, and saw a dark golden line flowing along his palm like a living thing, where the skin cracked like a dead tree.

He folded his palms and hid them in his sleeves.

Xie Qiushi took a folding fan and tapped it here and there, pointed to the censer and introduced it as "for burning fire", lit the jade statue and said it was "for scaring birds", walked randomly around the front hall, and turned under the corner of the table. A yellow old booklet was released.

Yan Chicheng raised his eyebrows.

Xie Qiushi was carrying the tattered book, sitting cross-legged on the futon, and saw the big characters "Yingtai" scrawled on the cover of the book, opened it, scratched his head, and threw it to Yan Chicheng.

Yan Chicheng flipped through it roughly, and knew that this was the "immortal roster" that recorded the names and deeds of the immortals in Yingtai Mountain. He paused, folded his arms and said, "You want me to enter your gate of Yingtai Mountain?"

"Huh? You don't want to? Or do you want to go to someone else's sect?" Xie Qiushi's eyes widened and he said puzzledly, "You are under my sect, although you can only listen to me, but you only have to listen to me. From now on, in the On my territory, you can come and go freely—if you don’t follow me, who else do you want to follow? Which family name do you want to follow? Which outsider will you serve after? Or do you want to wait for your sister to cultivate for 3000 years before following her? Her? Or 3 years?"

The more he spoke, the more viciously he spoke, and a series of questions slammed into Yan Chicheng's face like pearls. Yan Chicheng was amused, tapped his fingers, and pointed out with a smile: "Zhu Mei is very talented, 30 years is enough. "

Xie Qiushi was even angrier when he heard the words, his whole face was pulled down, he turned his head and didn't want to pay attention to him, after a while he couldn't help squinting back to peek back, and asked softly: "Are you really waiting for her? Did she not?" hill."

The tail drooped down.Yan Chicheng shook his head with a smile, leaned over and sat down on the futon beside Xie Xianjun, with the roster of immortals spread out on his lap, and asked, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Xie Xianjun was still angry at him, he didn't know what kind of paper and pen, he grabbed an incense burner casually, squeezed Yan Chicheng's fingers a little, and said strangely: "Here. This is not it."

Yan Chicheng lowered his head helplessly, lifted his sleeves, and touched the roster with his fingertips, but left no trace.

"Why don't you write?" Xie Qiushi frowned.

"You are the master of the mountain. You wrote it yourself, so you can count." Yan Chicheng sighed, and ticked Xie Xianjun with his black fingers, "Come here, little dirty cat."

"You are dirty!" Xie Qiushi yelled, jumped away quickly, looked at his own white and smooth fingers, and then looked at the putty on Yan Chicheng's fingertips with a sad face.

"If you don't come, I won't write." Yan Chicheng said, pointing his finger at his cheek.

Xie Qiushi said angrily, "You've already been relying on me before you even come into my door!"

The eyes he stared at the book almost burned the page to ashes, and then, the anger on his face disappeared, and the toe of the plain satin shoe touched the ground, and he jumped like a cat fluttering butterflies up.

Yan Chicheng only felt the warmth behind him, and before he could look back, he felt a pair of warm arms hugging his waist from behind, Xie Qiushi's head protruded from his shoulders, grinning at him and making faces, his soft hair seemed to be tickling. hovered around the side of his neck.

He froze for a moment, Xie Xianjun was already lying on his back, stretched his body and held his hands stained with plaster, and wrote "Swallow", "Red" and "Red" on the paper with one stroke. The three characters "City" are as soft as Xie Xianjun himself at the moment, like a purple wenna protruding from the wall.

As soon as the last stroke of the word "City" came down, a burst of golden fire suddenly jumped over, swallowing up the three characters, and when the flame was extinguished, the paper was as clean as new again.

Xie Qiushi was dumbfounded: "What kind of trick is this time?"

Yan Chicheng thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "My name and surname are the same as Qin Lingche's. They are bestowed by heaven and earth. I'm afraid you don't have the right to write it yet."

"I have no right to write it?" Xie Qiushi was furious, "I am a stone, growing in the sky and the earth, growing together with the sky and the earth, how can I not do what the sky and the earth can do?"

His face was flushed with anger, and he stopped lying on Yan Chicheng's shoulders. Yan Chicheng took him in front of him, wrapped his wrist with his right hand, stroked it carefully, and said softly: "Why can't you do it? It's just heaven and earth." It’s very stingy, it doesn’t want you to use the name it chose, and it naturally doesn’t care about what you named it. Instead of getting angry with him, you might as well come and give me a name yourself.”

Xie Qiushi was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at him suspiciously: "Will this work?"

"My name is a title that restricts my behavior." Yan Chicheng didn't raise his head, just stroked his fingers, and said slowly, even with a faint arrogance hidden in his voice, "As long as I recognize it, it will be useful."

Xie Qiushi moved slightly, their right hands had intertwined fingers at some point, and the soot could not be distinguished from each other. He shrank his palms, and a wave of heat climbed up from his palms. Suddenly, he thought of his arms again. That is "Xiaoyao Cangjiang Night Drama Director".

"How could I come up with a name." He murmured, as if talking to himself, "I never called others by their names before."

"But you call me." Yan Chicheng wrapped his arms around his waist, "Xie Qiushi, do you like to call me?"

Xie Qiushi let out an "ah", and the word "like" rolled around in his throat, but these two words, which were so easy to utter in the past, now stuck in his mouth like a jujube.

He raised his eyes ignorantly and bumped into Yan Chicheng's crow-black eyelashes. He suddenly knew that Yan Chicheng was not waiting for him to say those two words, so he leaned over and kissed Yan Chicheng's lips.

Yan Chicheng bit him back, and then they huddled together on the small futon and kissed, Yan Chicheng sat cross-legged as if motionless, with one hand around Xie Qiushi's elongated back, telling him to lean against his chest; Move the buttocks for a while, shrink the waist for a while, the "whining" in the throat does not stop, as if a peach blossom has been grafted on an ancient tree, and it trembles and shakes when the wind blows, filling the room with fragrance.

If you like to call him, why is it difficult to come up with a name?

——If you like it, there is no difficulty in naming it.

"Call Yan Xiao, okay?" Xie Qiushi asked pantingly. When they let go of each other, his face was stained with ink. At this time, he really looked like a little dirty cat, but it was probably hard for him to find out——although the booklet in front of him was still the same. It is the name of the upright way, but he is full of heart, but he has long been the dark fragrance of the moon shadow in the happy play in his arms.

Yan Chicheng didn't say a word, just brushed his messy black hair back to the back of his head, revealing the sideburns of his side face, his movements were casual and casual, but his posture was inherently solemn.

He embraced Xie Qiushi, put their two index fingers together, and stuck them to the paper, scratched with a silver hook and iron, and the handwriting flowed down like flowing water. The two ink characters of "Yan Xiao" appeared vividly on the paper. There was a gleam of light, and then those two words were engraved unevenly in the book like a brand mark.

Yan Chicheng gently moved his left hand in the sleeve, and the cracked traces disappeared silently.

"Yan Xiao." Xie Qiushi raised his hand and pinched his nose with a smile, and gently wiped the soot on his face.

"Yeah." He replied in a low voice, stretched out his arms, held Xie Xianjun in his arms with both hands, and promised, "I can leave with you now

...go wherever you want. "