shut up, shameless old thief

Early the next morning, when Ji Bingzhu woke up, the sun was already rising outside. He was tossed until midnight yesterday, his whole body was sore and sore, and he groaned and moaned in bed for a long time before sitting up with a frown.

Bian Ling just came in with a bowl of porridge, and seeing him sitting on the bed in a daze with disheveled clothes, he hurried over and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Ji Bingzhu felt so uncomfortable, he nodded aggrievedly, stretched out his hand, and said, "But look at the circle, isn't it a little lighter?"

Bian Ling glanced at the magic circle in his palm, and it really faded a bit.

Ji Bingzhu asked doubtfully, "Why?"

Bian Ling was a little guilty, he couldn't say that he followed Yiyi Jun to reach dawn yesterday, so he could only vaguely say: "Ah, it's about time?"

After he finished speaking, he thought about it again, Ji Bingzhu and Qingpo's emotions and memories are interlinked, and they should know what happened last night.

Bian Ling tentatively said: "Bingzhu, last night... how much do you remember?"

Ji Bingzhu thought for a while and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, I'm going to kill you."

Bian Ling: "..."

Is it really okay to say such terrible things with such a harmless expression and tone?

Seeing that Bian Ling's face turned green, Ji Bingzhu laughed directly, and said, "It's okay, anyway, I was quite comfortable last night, but I'm a little uncomfortable now, don't be like this next time, it's so uncomfortable."

Bian Ling kissed him, and said softly, "Okay."

Ji Bingzhu said: "So have you recovered from your injury?"

Bian Ling moved his eyes and said, "No."

Yesterday, I was only thinking about how to get on and off with Ji Bingzhu, and I didn't think about healing for a while.

Ji Bingzhu's face froze, and he said quietly: "Don't stare at me, even if it doesn't get better, I don't want to accompany you in double cultivation, you're going to kill me."

Bian Ling blushed a little, took a deep breath, and said, "Isn't it you who clamored for dual cultivation yesterday? Why is it all my fault?"

Ji Bingzhu stared at him, and said: "I didn't know anything at the time, you dare to turn me to the bed, and you still have the face to say it now?!"

Bian Ling: "..."

The more Ji Bingzhu thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He always felt that he was at a disadvantage, but he couldn't figure it out according to his thinking, so he had to help his waist out of bed with his teeth grinning, and said, "No, I'm going to ask Ye Xing about it. Let's not finish things first, just wait for me."

He just got out of bed, his legs were still trembling after being pressed and tossed all night yesterday, before he took a step, he knelt down with his legs limp.

Bian Ling hurried over to help him.

With tears in his eyes, Ji Bingzhu was helped up, sobbing, "My leg...can't stand up anymore, am I useless?"

Bian Ling hurriedly coaxed him: "No, no, it's just that you're out of strength. Just rest for a while and you'll be fine."

Ji Bingzhu twitched and lay back on the bed again. Sometimes he said he wanted to drink sweet soup, and sometimes he said he wanted to eat candied fruit. He repeated endlessly. Bian Ling also had a seizure because he was full, no matter what the request was. are satisfied unconditionally.

After a day of tossing like this, Ji Bingzhu felt much better.

After nightfall, Bian Ling hugged Ji Bingzhu to take a bath, wrapped him in a square towel and hugged him back to the bed, and asked, "Does it still hurt? Let me give you some medicine?"

Ji Bingzhu's face was blushed by the hot water, and he was a little flustered, and said vaguely: "Well, okay."

Bian Ling went out to get the medicine, and when he came back, Ji Bingzhu was already sitting cross-legged on the bed, talking to Ji Yexing with the communication array.

They were talking about—

Ji Yexing: "...Back pain? That's right, you must pester him to double practice a few more times, so that you will get used to it."

Bian Ling: "..."

Ji Bingzhu was an idiot, he didn't know that Ji Yexing was digging a hole for him to dance in, so he groaned, "But, it's a bit uncomfortable."

Ji Yexing said: "If you're having fun, it's over, and there's no such thing as having such a good time without paying the price."

Ji Bingzhu asked doubtfully, "Is that so?"

Ji Yexing was very sure of Brother Keng: "Yes, that's it! Can I still harm you?"

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling looked pale, stepped forward to interrupt the two of them, and said coldly to Ji Yexing: "Don't lie to him again."

Ji Yexing looked at the medicine in his hand, bit his lips and smiled ambiguously, and said, "The grandeur you said, didn't make it into your mouth. I've told you that demon cultivators have always been nasty. Coitus is instinctive, why are you hiding it?"

Bian Ling raised his hand to cover Ji Bingzhu's ears, and said coldly: "In the future, let me hear you talking to him, and you will never want to see him again."

Ji Yexing sneered and said, "You think it's impossible for me to see him."

Bian Ling said lightly: "You can try."

Ji Yexing was choked immediately, he was silent for a while, then frowned impatiently, and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, just be serious."

Only then did Bian Ling put his hand down, Ji Bingzhu didn't know what the two of them said just now, and his face was full of doubts.

Ji Yexing said: "The abyss of Luomo Mountain has become a small world alone, and I am afraid that it will not enter the world for thousands of years. Xuerong will seal the city when he returns, and probably doesn't want to see you very much."

Ji Bingzhu curled his lips, and said: "Anyway, everything about the situation has been dealt with, and my feelings are back, and nothing else will hinder me."

Ji Yexing said: "Don't you want to go back to Luyi City? Could it be that you have been staying in Xiazhu City?"

Ji Bingzhu raised his head to look at Bian Ling, and said in a low voice, "Ah, yes, there's nothing wrong with it."

Ji Yexing almost rolled his eyes, and said, "Fine, you can do whatever you want, I don't care about you."

"You never cared about me before." Ji Bingzhu said, "Hurry up, A Ling is going to give me medicine."

Ji Yexing frowned, showing an ambiguous smile, and opened his mouth as if to say something nasty, but Bian Ling cut off the communication line quickly and blocked his words.

Ji Bingzhu lay obediently on the bed, patted the pillow, and said, "Come quickly."

Bian Ling opened the porcelain bottle, and a fresh fragrance spread out. Ji Bingzhu curiously touched it with his fingertips, and was about to stick out his tongue to lick it to see if it was sweet.

Bian Ling stopped him dumbfounded: "You can't eat it."

Ji Bingzhu said "Oh".

Bian Ling's fingertips were covered with blue plaster, and said: "Raise your waist."

Ji Bingzhu froze, recalling last night that Bian Ling was stirring up trouble in his body while asking him to raise his waist in a low voice. When Ji Bingzhu heard this sentence, his legs felt a little weak, and he quickly wrapped himself in the quilt and shrunk down. Went inside the bed.

Bian Ling wondered, "What's wrong?"

An unknown feeling permeated Ji Bingzhu's heart. It was a feeling he had never felt before after living for so many years. Ji Bingzhu huddled under the quilt and thought about it carefully, thinking that this was probably shame.

With the integration of emotion and soul bit by bit, the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world and all kinds of complicated emotions slowly poured into his chaotic heart for hundreds of years. It was not until this time that Ji Bingzhu had a trance. The illusion of being alive.

It feels so weird.

Ji Bingzhu stretched out the palm engraved with the bright red magic circle and pressed his chest, feeling empty in his heart.

"It's so strange, I have never died, why do I have this illusion?"

Ji Bingzhu didn't know why, and frowned tightly.

At this time, Bian Ling carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and whispered: "What's the matter, is it still uncomfortable?"

Ji Bingzhu turned his head, looked at him in a daze, and suddenly said, "A Ling, am I still alive?"

Bian Ling was taken aback, he didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, and immediately said: "Of course."

Ji Bingzhu still clutched his heart, his face full of bewilderment.

Bian Ling looked at him with a confused look, as if he had guessed something, he stretched out his hand and gently took Ji Bingzhu into his arms, patted his back slowly, and said in a low voice: "This is the relationship between the seven emotions and six desires." , don’t reject it.”

Ji Bingzhu grabbed his skirt, leaned into his arms docilely, and whispered: "It turns out that this kind of thing is very shameful."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling let him go: "What?"

Ji Bingzhu blushed a little, he stretched out his hand and tapped Bian Ling's chest indiscriminately, and said dully: "I'm a little shy."

Bian Ling was really surprised now, even when he brought Ji Bingzhu to the bed yesterday, he didn't blush, and he would say those rambunctious words without shame. People actually know what shame is.

Looking at his blushing face, Bian Ling felt that he couldn't help it anymore. He put his hand under the quilt, gently rubbed Ji Bingzhu's slender waist, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to try again?"

Ji Bingzhu froze for a moment, his face turned even redder, he kicked Bian Ling on the waist, and hummed: "No, get out of here."

Bian Ling laughed.

Ji Bingzhu and Qingpo merged very quickly. Although since then, Bian Ling has encountered a few times when he was doing something that suddenly caused Qingpo to hurt the king, but he got used to this kind of thing after going back and forth. Ji Bingzhu, who is in good shape, is less and less likely to reject him, making Bian Ling even more aggressive.

Although Qing Po clamored to kill him every time, she never really did it. She panted after being teased a little and let Bian Ling do whatever she wanted.

This situation lasted for more than half a year, and Bian Ling finally restored the original courtyard of Luomo Mountain. On the first snow day, he took Ji Bingzhu back to Luomo Mountain.

Because of the absence of the shackles, even if Luomo Mountain still has the magic breath, it will not fall into the black snow.

In the past half a year, the magic circle in Ji Bingzhu's palm has almost disappeared, and his temper has become more and more stable. Although he is still as escaped as before, at least he should understand some of the world's sophistication.

Walking through the snow-covered forest, and then stepping on the long cable bridge, Bian Ling held an umbrella, and walked side by side with Ji Bingzhu towards the top of Luomo Mountain step by step.

Ji Bingzhu slightly raised his head to look at the snowflakes falling from the sky, his eyes were bent, and he said with a smile: "After the snow stops, let's go to the top of the mountain to soak in the hot spring."

Bian Ling said indifferently: "The volcano on the top of Luomo Mountain has been extinguished at some point, and the hot spring has turned into a cold pool, so I can't go there."

Ji Bingzhu glanced at him and said, "Aren't you still afraid of those black owls? I remember when you were young, you were frightened by those black owls, and you were about to run away after grabbing me."

Bian Ling didn't change his face, as if he wasn't the one who did such a shameful thing: "You remember wrong."

Ji Bingzhu said: "I remember correctly."

Bian Ling rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, Ji Bingzhu could never remember important things, but he could remember such trivial things better than him.

Ji Bingzhu walked around behind Bian Ling, threw himself on his back, and let him carry him on his back, wrapping his arms around Bian Ling's neck, and whimpered, "I'll get rid of the ice later, go and accompany me." I'll take a hot spring, okay? Okay?!"

Ji Bingzhu is very good at grinding people. If Bian Ling refuses to agree, he can grind Bian Ling until he goes crazy.

Bian Ling reluctantly walked forward with his back on his back, and said, "Let's calm down for a while, okay?"

Ji Bingzhu: "I don't, I don't, I'm going now, now!"

Bian Ling was not used to him, and refused again and again, until the two finally reached the courtyard on the top of Luomo Mountain, and Ji Bingzhu finally calmed down.

The moment he saw the gate of the courtyard, Ji Bingzhu froze for a moment, then jumped off Bian Ling's back, and the wind rushed into the courtyard.

Bian Ling did what he said, and actually completely restored the yard to its original state.

Ji Bingzhu looked at the huge phoenix tree in the yard. The screen standing in the center painted the scene, several houses, and even the swing next to the phoenix tree were exactly the same as before.

Ji Bingzhu circled the whole place a few times in a daze, then became more and more happy, and ran a few times quickly, the whole yard was full of his cheers.

Bian Ling had been watching Sa Huan running around in the yard, and with a rare smile, he looked at him with a smile.

Ji Bingzhu finally turned around enough, flew out from the room, and threw himself on Bian Ling, hugging his neck and not letting go.

"Aling, Aling! Aling, what kind of god are you, how can you be exactly the same?" Ji Bingzhu was very surprised, "And my book, my painting environment! It's almost carved out of the same mold!"

Bian Ling didn't tell him how much thought he had put into it, but just said with a smile: "It's just as long as you are happy."

Ji Bingzhu hugged him and gave him two pops on his face before letting him go.

Bian Ling felt that Ji Bingzhu was really happy, lowered his head slightly, and murmured softly: "Most people who practice Taoism don't know the time, if they spend thousands of years with you here, it would be..."

What he said indirectly indicated that he was willing to spend his whole life with Ji Bingzhu, but he raised his head slightly as he spoke, intending to see Ji Bingzhu's reaction, who knew that the person who was standing in front of him just now had already run away up.

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling's unfinished words were immediately choked in his throat, choking him so hard that his face turned green.

Ji Bingzhu didn't know when he had reached the bare phoenix tree, and the spiritual power poured out of his hands, arousing the phoenix flower so that it was so dead that it was in spring, and it roared and slowly opened branches and leaves, and the tree was full of flowers in a short while.

Standing on the branch, Ji Bingzhu desperately waved at Bian Ling, and said cheerfully: "Ah Ling! You said that if I let it bloom in winter, will it freeze to death? If it freezes to death, can you help me revive it? "

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling laughed out of anger, pointed at him and said, "Wait there for me."

Ji Bingzhu didn't know why, seeing Bian Ling walking towards him with his sleeves rolled up, he immediately realized that he wanted to beat himself up, and hurriedly climbed up with his hands and feet.

Bian Ling was not as shameless as he was, and he didn't directly lose the king's face and be afraid of the tree. He stood under the tree and said with a cold face: "Come down, I won't hit you."

Ji Bingzhu made a face at him and continued to climb up: "I don't believe you."

"Come down for me!"

"Hahaha come up, come up and I will go down!"

"Ji Bingzhu! Don't force me to shoot you down!"

"Come on, I'll just stand here, if you're willing."

"you……"

The first snow and the blossoming flowers were in full swing, and the cold wind whizzed past the mountain, blowing the petals into the air.

Thousands of years have passed, but fortunately, there are people who live and die together, so it doesn't seem so lonely.

End.

[ps, is there anything else you want to watch?I don’t know what to write at once, if not, then it’s officially over! QAQ]

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