【Qijie】The Kingdom of Eternal Life

From Aunt Mitt:

Aunt Mitt, the method you taught me to find someone is really useful.It didn't take me much effort at all to find the person I was looking for.

Not sure why though... well, he doesn't look very happy.

When Xiaojie was led by Qiya to the end of the crowd, someone was already waiting for them there.

Xiaojie was still panting a bit, and managed to adjust his breathing. As soon as the words in his stomach reached his throat, he was forced to snort, so he had to swallow it, watching Qi Ya with a cold face working at the bar who was also wearing a black and white vest After talking for a few words, the personnel took out something from their arms and threw it over.The latter took the pure black invitation letter with a gold border and flipped through it, then made a gesture of invitation with a smile on his face, signaling them to enter a secret door.

Qi Ya grabbed Xiaojie's hand and got into the secret door.After closing the door and walking a few steps, the craziness and noise were left far behind and could no longer be heard.

Inside the secret door is still the stairwell, the lights are dim, only a few amber lamps are lit along the way.This kind of lamp is carved with special rosin, hollowed out inside, filled with kerosene and lit, it will continuously emit dim light.What is rare is that the shape of the rosin amber will not collapse and soften due to the high temperature during the burning process. Even at the end of the burning process, the whole lamp will ignite with flames, and a golden golden flower will be burned out with great momentum. , then only the curling light fragrance is left, nothing left.

These amber lamps have always been extremely expensive, almost equivalent to gold, because of their exquisite design and the unique light fragrance of pine resin when lit and used.A rosin lamp lit all night is almost enough.Now, although the distance here is not too far, there are at least five or six rosin lamps with different shapes along the way, which shows the financial resources of this speakeasy.

Xiaojie shook his head, feeling that his hair smelled like champagne.Even though the people used to pour the best champagne, because the five senses of the sentinel were too sensitive, and Qi Ya adjusted his sense of smell to the highest level before leaving, the smell still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He scratched the inside of Qi Ya's wrist, indicating to adjust his posture to facilitate communication.

Qi Ya didn't turn his head back, and then Xiaojie felt a stronger force coming back, and he suspected that his wrist might be about to be pinched.

Even though it was wrapped in rosin, Xiaojie could still smell the gloomy and scattered, obviously low-pressure pheromone smell from Qiya's body.If his usual pheromone taste is like the quiet fine snow covering the pine forest, then probably only a blizzard can describe Qi Ya now.

Xiaojie is a little confused.

He wouldn't touch Qi Ya's bad luck in the wind, although he didn't know why Qi Ya's mood suddenly became so bad.He followed Qi Ya for a while without making a sound, and then stretched out his hand to rub the inside of Qi Ya's wrist.

This time Qi Ya was silent for a while, and finally let go of his hand slightly, and loosely circled his hand.

After a circle, he paused again, and said, "Why are your hands so cold?"

The voice is a bit deep, probably lazy, and a little hoarse.

Xiaojie: ...

It's not like you pinched your wrist just now, and the blood is not flowing.

But he didn't say anything, he laughed twice: "Probably because the heating is not enough."

Qi Ya didn't speak any more, and suddenly the other hand came over, wrapping his fingers gently.

Xiaojie froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Qi Ya.The silver-haired young man warmed his hands with his eyes lowered, his side jaw lined with sleek lines, a few buttons were unbuttoned at the neckline of the black silk shirt, revealing a smooth neck and deep collarbone, his Adam's apple was wrapped in a choker, pure black The color makes the skin more and more white.He has a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and picturesque eyebrows in the dim light. When he doesn't speak, smile or look at people, he almost has a kind of coldness that rejects people for thousands of miles.But at this time they happened to pass by a pine lamp, and his whole body was painted with a dim warm pine light. For some reason, in those drooping eyelashes, the glass-like eyes held a pine lamp, as if A few pieces of lights across the shore were lit, but they also showed a bit of gentleness like the first snow.

Then Qi Ya lowered his head and took a soft breath.

In fact, it was not warm at all, only a little bit warm, but it was such a little softness, but it quickly climbed up to the cold fingertips, and burned all the way to the back of the hand and the wrist.

Xiaojie suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

It may be that Qiya's palms are dry, but the temperature is not as cold as the low air pressure around him. With a slight movement, he can touch the soft but clear knuckles on his long and thin fingers, as well as the icy cold helmet on his little finger. Silver Ring, he was a little unaccustomed to such an overly intimate gesture.It may also be that the smell of rosin is a bit strong, mixed with the smell of champagne, and the soft smell of snow that is gradually melting, all brewed into the pot together, and the drunkenness that is as clear as water floats out.He couldn't tell whether the scent of pine that wrapped him up tightly was from the burning pine lamp, or the smell of Kiya's guide element, so he could only twitch his fingers silently, and then rubbed his fingers in Kiya's hand. It read: What was that just given to the waiter?

Without waiting for Qiya to reply, he wrote again: You can speak with your lips, I can hear it.

Qi Ya didn't speak any more, but he didn't let go of his hand, and said softly: "Invitation letter."

The air pressure is very low, almost the same as the airflow.But Xiaojie still caught it with his excellent hearing.It is true that when attention is focused on one sense, the perception of the other is somewhat weakened.Specifically, Xiaojie found that the scent wrapped around him didn't seem to make him feel so uncomfortable.He continued to write on Qi Ya's hand: Then what did you give when you first came in?

Qi Ya said: Tip.

Xiaojie: ...

Xiaojie: How much did you give...?

Qi Ya: Not much.arrive.

There is a rosin door at the end of the stairs.Such a huge rosin is probably produced from the amber giant pine on another continent.Rosin was carved into a beautiful golden gate, and flames flowed through the gate.Qi Ya said: "Behind this is the Midnight Zone." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to push the amber door.

Xiaojie was startled, and quickly gave him a hand: "Isn't it hot??"

Qi Ya: "It's not hot. You can feel it." He took his hand and stuck it against the door.

It was warm, as if there was no difference in temperature from Qi Ya's body temperature.

Qi Ya used the Morse code to tap a string of rhythms in his palm by the way: "Just now you did that, I heard that the woman has noticed us, play it by ear."

He pushed the door open, then let go.

They ushered in a deep sea.