After passing through the book, the devil wants to kill me

After getting off the card table, Ji Qingwen asked the servants to serve dinner, and made a dozen or so dishes.During the banquet, Lou Yun's expression remained the same, nothing unusual.

It's not that Ji Qingwen is not curious about Zhaoqi's request. In fact, he is terribly curious. After all, that request was not made public, but only Lou Yun.

This just seems unfair.

Otherwise, why dare not speak out?

He asked Lou Yun, but the other party's mouth was glued, so he wouldn't say anything.Look at Zhaoqi again, he looks not to be provoked, so it's better not to provoke him.

Ji Qingwen had no choice but to give up, but this trivial matter was quickly forgotten.After finishing his meal, he hurriedly left the inn to do more important things.

It was early spring, and it was still dark early.

After dinner, you need to light the lamp to see things.Immortal cultivators have better five senses than ordinary people, but Lou Yun's cultivation level has always been poor, and he still needs to rely on these external objects.

He lit the candles in the room one by one, turned around and said to the people not far away: "Okay, we can start now."

Mozun nodded.From the moment he entered the door, he has been lying on the couch, propping his head with one hand, watching Lou Yun dawdling and lighting a candle patiently.

Now he watched Lou Yun walk over slowly.The candle light was flickering not far away, casting a halo on Lou Yun's back, looking from the front, his entire face was blurred in the shadows.

But Mozun saw it clearly.Not a single bit of expression on this man's face escaped his eyes.

The lips pursed into a straight line, the tips of the ears gradually turning red, and the eyes under the slightly trembling eyelashes that dare not meet his gaze.

so cute.

Mozun's eyes gradually darkened, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression was as usual.

"Why don't you just press my shoulder?" He chuckled, with a bit of helplessness in his words, "As for being so entangled?"

——Why don’t you just press a shoulder?

Lou Yun wanted to push back on the spot.

You are a majestic demon, if you teach people how to write, can you make your shoulders sore?

If you want to find a reason, can you make up a reliable one!

You definitely did this on purpose, right?What mentality?To tease him?

Lou Yun endured it, and told himself from the bottom of his heart: the game is just a game, who made him lose.

He took a deep breath, walked to the bed, and explained: "It's not entangled. It's just that this kind of thing has only been done to very close people before."

"A very close person?" Mozun narrowed his eyes and repeated slowly.

"That's right," Lou Yun lifted his feet onto the couch, and knelt on Mozun's waist with his legs apart, "I've only done this for my relatives before, other than that, you're the first one."

Mozun looked at him and said nothing.

Lou Yun put his hand on the opponent's shoulder and exerted a little force: "Low down."

The demon king turned sideways in a rare obedient manner, facing down, with his broad back showing in front of his eyes.

Lou Yun used some strength in his hands, and pressed down along the acupuncture points in his memory, intending to make a quick decision.

There was a faint warmth coming from the skin under his hands through the clothes.This person doesn't seem to have a big physique, and it's only when he touches it that he realizes that there are absolutely amazing and enviable lines under the clothes.

Lou Yun's subordinates couldn't help but put in more effort, sliding from his broad back to his shoulders, and pressed for a while.My hands are a little sore, and it's not very comfortable to keep this position all the time.

He moved his body slightly, and his thighs rubbed against the cloth, making a small sound, which was clearly audible in this quiet space.

The two body temperatures are separated by two layers of clothes, overlapping tightly, and the temperature gradually blends.

Lou Yun adjusted his posture, let out a breath, and just stretched out his hand to continue pressing twice, when he suddenly heard Mozun say:

"okay."

The voice was low, probably because his back was facing him, it sounded duller than usual.

Lou Yun was taken aback when he heard the sound, and stopped his movements.

okay?

Are you willing to let me go so early?

He asked uncertainly: "Is there no need? You can press it for a while."

The Mozun seemed to be asleep and did not speak.After a while, two cold words came:

"Go down."

Lou Yun's heart skipped a beat, he understood.It must be too comfortable to press, and I feel sleepy and want to sleep.

Tsk, this Demon Lord's attitude became cold after being comfortable.

He frowned, but after thinking about it, he felt a little complacent: From this point of view, although I haven't practiced for a long time, my technique has not deteriorated.

In a good mood, Lou Yun didn't care about Mozun's attitude, and got up from him.

The moment I got up, my legs were numb from kneeling for a long time, and I fell forward unsteadily.Fortunately, he supported it with his hands in time, and his lips barely brushed between the demon's hair, leaving behind a warm breath.

Lou Yun didn't want to disturb Mozun any longer, for fear that he would change his mind midway.Immediately, he quickened his movements, got up and got out of bed in twos and outs, and walked out of the room while Mozun was drowsy, and did not forget to wave his sleeves to extinguish the candles when he left.

The door closed with a "click", and the room returned to silence.

In the deep darkness, I occasionally heard the breeze passing by outside the window, and the leaves collided with each other, making a rustling sound.

After a long time, the person lying on the bed turned over, one slender leg was bent, and the right arm was in front of the eyes, revealing a long and slender eye pupil.

That eye squinted slightly, staring at a point in the air.In the depths of the eyes is a crimson that has not yet faded, reflecting the cold silver mask, it is extremely dangerous and aggressive.

Lou Yun walked briskly back to the room, when he pushed the door, he heard some noise in the room.

His heart moved, he dodged in, and quickly closed the door with his backhand.

On the open wooden window sill, a little pigeon squatted there.The moonlight was hazy, and the soft light shone on its small body, making it look more light and lovely.

The pigeon shook its head and looked towards the door looking for the sound, its eyes shining slightly in the dark night.

Lou Yun looked uncontrollably at its ankles, but unfortunately those feet were hidden under the round belly, so they couldn't be seen at all.

He took a deep breath, calmed his breath, and walked slowly towards the pigeon.

"Little cutie, you are finally back."

Lou Yun reached out and gently stroked the pigeon's feathers.The Lingge felt quite comfortable being touched, so she couldn't help closing her eyes and shaking her body.

There was silence all around, and Lou Yun seemed to be able to hear his heart beating faster and faster in a trance.

A bony hand slid over the pigeon's neck and sank into the soft feathers.The hand moved down slowly, even trembling slightly invisible.

Lou Yun held his breath, his Adam's apple moved, and the touch of his fingertips magnified infinitely at this moment.The next moment, he touched something with a different texture.

It's a roll of letter paper.

Lou Yun's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

He picked up the pigeon with both hands, carefully removed the envelope from its feet, and put it back on the window lattice.

"Coo coo coo." The pigeon called in a low voice, tilted its head, and looked at him curiously.

"Hush, don't make any noise." Lou Yun casually told the pigeon, without taking his eyes off the letter.With the letter in his hand, he sat down at the table and lit a candle beside him.

Reflecting the thin candlelight, the envelope slowly unfolded. On the snow-white letter paper, the content was very short, only three words.

understood.

The words are like the person, and the sharp sword energy can be vaguely felt between the strokes of the pen, just like the ice and snow that has not melted for a thousand years, which is daunting.

Lou Yun held the letter paper, his eyes flickered, and he looked at it for a long time without blinking, and there was a strong emotion in his eyes that he didn't realize.

After a while, his eyes moved slightly, and he was keenly aware of something strange.

On the writing of the word "Zhi", the traces of ink smearing are slightly heavier.

It's as if the writer hesitated for a long time before deciding to write these three words when he wrote the pen.

This is not at all like the sword master's decisive style of killing.

Lou Yun stared at it for a while, several thoughts flashed through his mind repeatedly.

Did you accidentally shake your hands?

...or write back to me and bother him?

……

Lou Yun's eyelids were half closed, his mouth was pursed into a straight line, his heart that was fluttering just now suddenly hung up, and his mood was vacillating.

He couldn't help raising his eyes, and looked at the letter paper again. After a long time, his brows and eyes frowned, and his eyes softened again.

——But Qi Chao replied.

The corner of his mouth curled up, carefully folded the letter paper, and carefully put it in the ring.

——Qi Chao said he understood.

He got up and walked to the bed, waved his sleeves outward, and the room returned to darkness after the candle was extinguished.The night was as cold as water, and in the deep darkness, he closed his eyes and his breathing gradually slowed down.

——Qi Chao still has me as his apprentice in his heart.