Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

This was about the first time Xie Qiushi saw Xianjun using the Kuxin Gun with his own hands, but it was thunderstorm and the wound on his chest was painful, and he was held in Xianjun's arms with one hand, which was really unreal.

I saw the snow-white spear fluttering in the air, so fast that I couldn’t even see the shadow clearly, the tip of the spear was silvery, shining like a star, and when it was startled, a long rainbow pierced the sky, and blood splashed everywhere it passed. In Xie Qiushi's eyes, it seemed that only one shot was fired, and the ground was full of dead bodies.

The peacock escaped unharmed and sat on the ground, Yan Xianjun's eyes darkened, and the tip of the spear moved forward.

"Yan Chicheng!!" There was a loud shout from above, and Fairy Youming floated up, and the horizontal spears blocked each other.

Yan Chicheng raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing his close relatives, he neither exchanged greetings nor smiled, his face was as cold as ice, and he said word by word: "Yan Zhumei, give me an explanation."

"Zhu Bailing." Zhu Bailing slanted his spear, Hongying facing the wind, she stood up straight and her stature was similar to that of Yan Chicheng, and her voice was also gritted, "Don't get my name wrong!"

The two of them look similar, and they are also handsome, with slender eyebrows and slender eyes, and a heroic posture. Standing together, they are like two straight sword blades.

Shi Shi didn't like this kind of feeling very much, and was afraid of Xianjun Yan who was standing with a gun like this, so he had the courage to touch Xianjun's chest and groaned a few times.

Immediately, Xianjun withdrew his determination, paused on his toes, and landed lightly on the ground. He lowered his eyes and asked him: "The wound hurts?"

Before he could answer, the Peacock Leader stood up suddenly and said in a trembling voice, "Master Xie, do you still remember the three requests you made in Wuling that day?"

Xie Qiushi's face turned cold, and he supported Yan Chicheng's shoulders to support his half body: "How are you doing?"

Yan Xianjun glanced at the peacock, the leader of the peacock suddenly felt chills, but he still had the courage to stand in front of Fairy Youming, and said loudly: "Your Wuling disciples have insect souls in their bodies, and at this moment, half of my disciples of Youming Still at your home in Taoyuanjin, in order to help you 'remove the evil'. Guess, if you hurt half a hair of our fairies here..."

Zhu Bailing interrupted suddenly with a wave of his hand, and said solemnly: "Yan Chicheng, if you dare to hurt one of my disciples again, I will have one of your Wuling disciples die."

Yan Chicheng looked at her intently, and suddenly smiled coldly: "What does it have to do with me?"

The peacock shouted angrily: "You!"

"Yeah." Yan Chicheng responded, "The first one will kill you." After a pause, he continued: "The second one will kill you fairy."

At the end of the speech, the ink sleeves were flicked up, the spear trembled, and he really wanted to strike.

Xie Qiushi exclaimed, and quickly stretched out his hand to grab Xianjun's wrist. His white and slender fingers tightly clasped the back of Yan Chicheng's tight hand, and dark red blood oozes from between his fingers.

"Hurry up and save me." He whispered, "The wound hurts."

Hearing this, Yan Chicheng's arm stiffened, the blade turned sharply, and the long spear pierced through the stone building standing next to it. Only two "clicks" were heard, cracks formed, stone chips burst, and the stone building tens of meters high collapsed , gravel boulders scattered here and there, stacked between the two immortals.

"Let's go." Xian Jun let out a low voice, put the spear behind his back, hugged Xie Qiushi with both arms, and plunged into the vast poisonous miasma.

Xie Qiushi didn't know how powerful the poisonous miasma of the Nether Sect was, but felt that the mist in front of his eyes was slightly yellow, and when he inhaled it into his nose, he felt a little itchy.

"Yan Chicheng..." he murmured, "Will I be poisoned to death?"

Xianjun gave him a cold look, and when he saw the pale cheeks, his expression eased, and he brought a milky white pill to his lips with his fingertips, and whispered: "Hold it."

Xie Qiushi licked his finger with the tip of his tongue, reckoning it was not too bad to eat, so he put it in his mouth, pressed it under his tongue, and asked vaguely: "Yan Chicheng, how did you come here?"

"There is half of my spirit hidden in the Buddha beads. If you are in danger, I will naturally know and use it as a medium to get to you." Yan Chicheng paused without raising his head, and then said, "Fortunately, you are still willing Take it with you."

Xie Qiushi thought about all kinds of Buddhist beads, as if his mind had been punctured, his ears turned red, and he buried his face in the sleeve of Xianjun.

"Yan Chicheng..." After a long time, the heat on his face subsided a little, and he felt a little dizzy, "Your treasures... there are so many..."

Yan Xianjun stopped walking, looked down at the person in his arms, and saw Master Xie's cheeks flushed, cold sweat dripping down, and dark purple blood gurgling from several blood holes embedded with chess pieces on his chest, it seemed very itchy, he always It was unconsciously that finger bent and scratched.

"Xie Qiushi, don't sleep." Yan Chicheng recited a tactic immediately, his body flickered, and he floated out of the poisonous miasma, "First find a place and help you look at the wound."

"Well...well..." Xie Qiushi responded softly, "What are you afraid of, you won't...let me...dead..."

As he was talking about nodding his head, he was about to fall asleep, Yan Chicheng flicked his sleeves, and raised his hand to pinch his lips.

Xie Qiushi was a little itchy, couldn't help but giggled, and the next moment, a narrow cut was bitten on his mouth.

"Bastard, bastard!" He felt a little sober from the pain, and scolded angrily, "You even treasure a piece of Buddha beads so smooth, but no, no, I..."

Yan Chicheng smiled helplessly: "They are not as good as yours."

Xie Qiushi was taken aback, and then slowly showed a proud expression of "it really is", and stammered, "It sounds good. Say a few more words."

Yan Chicheng looked down at the wound on his chest, then looked around, then dodged into a farmhouse, coaxing the child to whisper, "You are the most precious."

The owner of the farmhouse appears to be absent.

Although the thatched hut is small, it is well-equipped with all internal organs. The couch, table and chairs should be available. Yan Xianjun did not intend to be polite, and put the person in his arms on the couch, and stretched out his hand to start to untie his clothes.

Xie Qiushi reached out to touch the wound on his chest, but he grabbed his wrist, feeling aggrieved: "Why didn't you fly out earlier?"

"This is Zhu Bailing's territory." Xianjun wiped the blood for him, and patiently said, "I use the fairy art in her place, and she will feel it—by this time, I have probably sent my disciples to hunt him down."

Xie Qiushi blinked: "How can those disciples beat you? What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I'll kill them." Yan Chicheng looked at him and said, "It will be difficult for you."

Only then did Master Xie vaguely recall the threat of the Peacock Hierarch, his flushed face cooled down a little bit, and his voice gradually stabilized, like a feather floating for a long time, and finally landed on the ground: "I have to think of a way... think of a way... ..."

It's rare for me to get sick, but unfortunately it's not the time to act like a baby.he thought.

However, in the next moment, before Master Xie could come up with any "solution", there was a chill in his heart, as if something moist and soft was covering it, caressing it gently.

Xie Qiushi hurriedly raised his eyes, only to see Yan Xianjun lying on his body, kneeling on the edge of the bed with one knee, his black hair hanging down, and a pair of thin lips pressing against his naked chest.

"You you you you..." He froze for a moment before calling out, "What are you doing..."

Yan Chicheng ignored him, his palms slid down along his shoulders, and as his spiritual power flowed, he felt that the meridians and acupoints on his upper body were slowly becoming active as if soaked in warm water.

Xianjun picked up the tip of his tongue, took out a chess piece, bit it with his upper and lower teeth, and spat it into Xie Qiushi's ear with a "ding bell", then lowered his head again to suck the poisonous blood from his body.

Sect Leader Xie made a "woo" sound, screaming itchy again and again, but his whole body was numb and he couldn't move.

"Don't move." Yan Chicheng smiled lightly, with that inch of flesh dangling from his lips, he licked it lightly, "Hey, Xie Qiushi, I'll suck it out for you first."

The author says:

I'm a bit busy today, so I'll write as much as I can tomorrow