Xue Xiao, the Patriarch of Demon Dao, and his colleagues——Stars sinking into the sea [Rebirth]

Soft ribbons bound a pair of white wrists, and the other end was tightly wrapped around the bedpost.The hands that were tied together above the head could not be supported, so they could only grasp the ribbon limply, hoping for someone who cultivated themselves.

"Xue Yang..."

Hearing the sound, Xue Yang touched his slightly parted lips, and reached out a hand to touch the top of Xiao Xingchen's head, intertwined with his fingers tightly.

Xiao Xingchen groaned from being bumped, his body tensed and trembled suddenly, Xue Yang also pulled out, leaving his belongings in Xiao Xingchen's waist.

Accompanied by the intoxicating deep kiss, the ribbon was unknowingly untied, Xue Yang took Xiao Xingchen's hand, and rubbed his lips against the inside of the wrist.

"It's a little red." Xue Yang pulled Xiao Xingchen's other hand to kiss, and asked vaguely, "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Xingchen put his palm against Xue Yang's cheek, squeezed his ear, panted lightly and shook his head.

Xue Yang kissed that wrist again, and thoughtfully said: "I will not do this in the future, I prefer you to hold me."

After speaking, he leaned over and hugged Xiao Xingchen.After waiting for a long time, Xiao Xingchen finally freed his hands, and clasped tightly to his back, panting contentedly.There is a greasy liquid between the two skins, but they are also tightly attached.

After hugging for a while, Xue Yang got up and got out of bed, poured hot water in the bathtub, Xiao Xingchen came over, and the two of them entered the water to wash their bodies together.

It has been a long time since Xue Yang was seriously injured, and it is the end of the year in a blink of an eye.Xue Yang's wounds have healed up long ago, and there are only some scars left on his body after the blood scabs fell off. The touch is not particularly obvious. Xiao Xingchen touches it occasionally, so he always distracts himself and rubs it for him for a while.

While Xiao Xingchen was scrubbing Xue Yang's right hand, Xue Yang used his free left hand to look at Xiao Xingchen's hair.Xue Yang pulled out Xiao Xingchen's gray hairs one by one, 39 in total. Xue Yang tied them together and put them in a kit to replace the amulets, and put them close to his body every day.

Although Xiao Xingchen's head is full of gray hair now, youthful vigor has disappeared, but Xue Yang can't help but want to check, fearing that the tragic appearance of youth and gray hair will appear again.

After making sure that there wasn't a single gray hair, Xue Yang brushed Xiao Xingchen's hair aside, bowed his head and kissed his shoulders and the back of his neck.

Xiao Xingchen put down Xue Yang's right hand, and then raised his left hand to massage the slightly raised soft scars on his forearm.

Xue Yang put his right hand around Xiao Xingchen's waist, raised his head and grabbed Xiao Xingchen's earlobe, kissed the side of his face, and rubbed against the corner of his jaw for a long time, but he couldn't get over it, so he hummed and cheated: "The Taoist... ..."

Xiao Xingchen was so worn out that he wanted to laugh, he tilted his head and sent his lips to him for a kiss, and after coaxing her, he turned back and continued to wash.

The next day they went out to hunt at night and stayed in the wild. At dawn, they passed a small town on their way back. There was a market in the city, so the two planned to stop here.

Xue Yang took a fancy to a big fashion hanging in a clothing store, talked to Xiao Xingchen at the sugar stand, and ran into the store, haggling with the store owner in full swing.

When he returned contentedly with the big bag in his arms, he found that there was a circle of people around the candy stand. Xiao Xingchen was tall, and he was confronting someone in the middle.

Xue Yang squeezed through the crowd and got in. Before asking what happened, he caught sight of the little girl standing beside Xiao Xingchen, and his eyes instantly became playful.

The little girl has a pair of white pupils and thin clothes. She shivered in the cold winter, but her momentum remained undiminished. The bamboo pole in her hand kept tapping on the ground, and she shouted at the person opposite: "You are talking nonsense! Your purse is just like that!" So much money, I can feel it even if I can’t see it! I told you I never touched it! Poor bastard! Call me a blind man! Shameless!”

The person who was scolded was anxious, rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "Is there any reason for the little bitch to steal? If you don't pay me back my money, I'll sell you to the Goulan Yard! Thousands of people ride ten thousand fucks, You only know how powerful it is!"

His words were really ugly, Xiao Xingchen grabbed his hand, pulled A-Qing behind him, and said, "Why do you have to make things difficult for a girl?"

"She took my money, and I made it difficult for her? You speak for her, what, you help her pay it back?"

The bamboo pole slammed again, and A-Qing jumped up angrily, "I told you I didn't! Your money was never touched in the purse! I'll give it back to you! It's just a little bit!"

Xiao Xingchen said: "She said she returned it to you. Could it be that your money was spent elsewhere, and I can't remember it for a while?"

The man struggled for a moment when he heard the words. Seeing that there were so many people around and A-Qing couldn't run out, he broke free, bowed his head and counted his money again, cursing: "She said she paid it back? What proof? Believe even a thief, you are in the same group..."

Xue Yang stepped forward and put the big bag on Xiao Xingchen's shoulders, tied it up, and turned to look at the man with a sly smile: "Then how do you prove that you have less money?"

He tilted his head and sneered, his momentum a little fierce.The man had already suffered from Xiao Xingchen's hands. After counting the money, he looked back and forth at them for a while, and felt that he was not easy to provoke, so he gave the grimacing A-Qing a look, and left cursing.

Seeing that there was nothing lively to watch, the onlookers dispersed one by one.

Xiao Xingchen touched the big clothes on his body, then touched Xue Yang's shoulder, and asked, "Why is there only one?"

Da Mao's whole body was snow-white, and the neckline was made of rabbit fur, which was very soft, making Xiao Xingchen look so handsome.Xue Yang looked it up with satisfaction, and said indifferently, "I didn't like the others."

Xiao Xingchen believed that there was a ghost in him, so he sighed and said, "Take me to the store to have a look."

Xue Yang was about to say no, when Xiao Xingchen turned to A-Qing, who was about to take the opportunity to slip away, and said, "Girl, you can go shopping for winter clothes with us too. It's so cold, you don't wear too much."

Xue Yang: "..."

A-Qing retracted her legs and waved her hands in embarrassment, "No, no, no... I don't have any money..."

Xiao Xingchen smiled and said, "You give me back my purse, and I'll have the money to buy it for you."

A-Qing: "..."

Xue Yang: "..."

How can this priest speak so softly?