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That night, Jiang Xunli, who was lying on the bed in the hotel room, did not sleep well.

He tossed and turned in a half-dream and half-awake state, dreaming of arguing with Jiang Peng until they got into a big fight, and dreaming of grotesque demons and gods for a while.

In the dark mountain forest, the dense black fog lost everyone's direction. He anxiously called Jiang Peng's name, but he couldn't make any sound.The strange stones in the forest stand tall, like a huge maze. He pointed with talismans, but he couldn't find the right way out.He ran aimlessly in the forest, anxiously looking for something.

However, he didn't remember what he was looking for, he only knew that he must find it, he must find it!

Then, he turned a thorny corner, and saw Jiang Peng with a pale face, standing under a dead tree with teeth and claws.

He was ecstatic, and stepped forward to hug Jiang Peng and give him a long-lost reunion kiss.

Suddenly, a dagger stabbed hard into his chest.

Jiang Xunli looked down at the blade that had sunk into his heart in bewilderment, and looked up blankly at Jiang Peng who was holding the handle of the knife.

"Little Li, don't leave me."

Jiang Peng said so.

"If you leave me, I will kill you! I will!"

He gritted his teeth and roared, blood and tears began to flow from his eyes, winding down his pale cheeks.

Jiang Xunli pushed Jiang Peng away in horror, and watched the blood-stained blade being pulled out of his body, as if taking away all the heat from his body.

Jiang Peng bullied him expressionlessly, clutching the dagger, and gave him the second and third stab...

Jiang Xunli opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, staring blankly at the ceiling of the hotel room.After a while, he gradually calmed down, raised his hands to cover his eyes, and let out a long breath.

The feeling of the blade piercing his skin still lingered in his mind. The dream was so real, as if the knife really existed—sharp and cold, completely different from weapons in the world.

Jiang Xunli turned his head to look at the sky outside the gap in the curtains, and turned on his phone, it was 05:30 in the morning.

No new messages received on the phone.

Ever since he walked out of Jiang Peng's house in a fit of anger yesterday evening, Jiang Peng really never contacted him again.The two seem to have completely fallen out because of this little contradiction.

But Jiang Xunli knew that when he left angrily, he was not actually angry with Jiang Peng.

It's too late to like it, and it's too late to protect him, so how can you be willing to be angry with him?

He just wanted Jiang Peng to retreat in the face of difficulties, and asked him to subdue him.

Jiang Xunli buckled the phone on the quilt, lay down for a while, and decided to get up and go downstairs to punch.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he opened the door of the hotel room, the door of the room next to him was also opened at the same time.

Jiang Peng was wearing a sports suit, and he looked like he was about to go downstairs for a morning run.

"You...you live here at night?" Jiang Xunli was surprised, "You don't go home, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Peng stepped forward and put his arms around Jiang Xunli's neck, kissed him on the lips, and said softly, "I'll be with you."

After Jiang Xunli kissed Jiang Peng, he suddenly remembered that he was still angry, so he pushed Jiang Peng away with a snort, and walked away from the stairwell on his own.

Jiang Peng followed Jiang Xunli downstairs.

The two of them were on the same road, and they both jogged back to the community first, finished their morning exercises in the familiar open space, and then walked back to the hotel one after the other.During this period, no one spoke, Jiang Peng did not speak, and Jiang Xunli decided not to speak first, even if he was scratching his head.The silence lasted, like that ominous blue-gray cloud in the sky this morning.

After going upstairs, Jiang Peng walked directly into the room and closed the door.

Jiang Xunli looked at the closed door in surprise, and raised his hand angrily, but he didn't knock in the end.

He said angrily in his heart: Jiang Peng, a big pig's trotter!The young master hasn't lost his temper with you yet, but you're in a cold war!Okay, let's see who can spend more than whom!

Two hours later, under the leadership of Jiang Xunli, the three grandparents of the Jiang family came to Panyuan, a small building in the backyard of the Fu family shop.

The artifacts and talismans needed for this battle are very important. Mr. Jiang brought some of them when he came to Yan City, but due to security issues, he asked the Fu family to send some to Yan City through logistics.For a whole day, the grandparents of the Jiang family soaked in the backyard of the Fu family shop, sorting out the equipment needed for the battle.

There was no news from Jiang Peng all day, Jiang Xunli was a little irritable, and after being scolded by Mr. Jiang, he submerged himself to prepare the talisman.

Jiang Yanheng's work efficiency was extremely high. In just one day, all the fifty mahogany arrows sent to Fu Ruohai were carved with Fuling runes.

This rune can store a large amount of spiritual power, and it will explode after hitting the target, forming a vortex of extremely lethal spiritual power.This kind of rune-attached weapon is often used to equip the guards of aristocratic families, and even people without spiritual power can use it.

After he carved the runes, he began to prepare the cinnabar for filling, and was about to pour spiritual power into it, but he didn't want the cinnabar plate to be snatched by Jiang Xunli.

Jiang Xunli held a blade, cut a wound on his fingertips, dripped a dozen drops of bright red blood into the cinnabar, and poured spiritual power into the bright red cinnabar ointment.

Jiang Yanheng looked at Jiang Xunli and said with a smile: "Aren't you not happy for him to come?"

"Then I have to persuade him." Jiang Xunli became more and more annoyed as he thought about it, "Artists are all lunatics, and they don't even want their lives to get materials!"

"How do you know he's doing it for material?" Jiang Yanheng asked.

"When he asked me to ask for those glasses, he said it was for collecting materials." Jiang Xunli felt that this kind of madness was simply unreasonable.

After being angry for a while, he picked up an arrow, calmed down slowly, and began to help his second uncle make Fuling arrows.

He knew that it was impossible to stop Jiang Peng. In this case, he might as well settle down and help him make the best weapon, which would also increase his attack power and his chances of survival.The advantage of arrows over bullets is that they are recyclable, so Jiang Xunli wants to ensure that the spiritual power in each of the Fuling runes can burst out multiple times.

On July [-]th, the gate of hell is closed.

Coupled with a large formation of magic cultivators, the scene will definitely be extremely chaotic.

On this day, the three of them were busy until late at night before being driven back to the hotel by Fu Ruohai himself.

Jiang Peng's room was still lit by the crack of the door, so he should be in the room.Jiang Xunli wandered around the door of Jiang Peng's room twice, but finally did not knock on the door, and turned back to his own room.

After silently washing up, he lay on the bed, picked up his phone and opened the WeChat interface with Jiang Peng.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Xunli was typing in the dialog box.I hung my finger on the send button for a while, and then deleted this sentence.

"Tomorrow is September [-]rd, can you..."

delete.

"Great painter, I miss you."

delete.

Jiang Xunli kicked a few times on the bed irritably, he typed countless sentences in the input box, and finally deleted them all.

He consumed too much spiritual power today, and the tiredness in his mind came in waves, and the sleepiness made him almost unable to open his eyes, but the discomfort in his heart made him not want to just sleep like this, and he was so bored that he couldn't get any more.

In the end, he was finally dragged into sleep by sleepiness.

The phone was shining brightly in his palm, and there were three simple words in the input box.

"I love you."

But it was not sent.

The bright red battery warning in the upper right corner of the screen flashed, and then the entire screen suddenly went out.

The room suddenly fell into a silent darkness.

The next day.

September [-]rd in the Gregorian calendar.

The fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

Since this morning, the weather has been gloomy and weird.The clouds are thick and black, but the air pressure is not low, and the wind carries a hint of coolness, which seems to announce that autumn in Yanshi has officially arrived.

The main task of the grandparents of the Jiang family and the Zhang family during the day is to adjust their state so as to cope with the situation that may happen at any time at night.

At noon, a group of six people had lunch together, and after confirming the itinerary for the day, they planned to go back to their rooms to rest.

Mr. Jiang and the second uncle of the Jiang family opened a twin-bed suite, and Jiang Xunli and Jiang Peng each opened a standard room. At this time, Zhang Chuan and Zhang Xiaoman had already arrived, so it would be difficult to drive them back to Xiangyang In the district detachment, Mr. Jiang waved his hand and let Jiang Peng and Jiang Xunli live together, and the Zhang family lived in another room.

Jiang Xunli's objection was invalid, and his grandfather took away his room card, so he could only silently follow Jiang Peng into the room opened by him.

The door closed, and the two were relatively silent.

After a while, Jiang Xunli said: "It will be a hard night, so take a good rest."

After speaking, he turned his head and entered the room, with his back facing Jiang Peng's direction, took off his coat and trousers, and got under the quilt to take a nap.

He was going to fight on the battlefield at night, and he thought that Jiang Peng would talk to him, but until he fell asleep in a daze, Jiang Peng didn't make any sound.

Jiang Xunli's afternoon nap was a little restless.

Fragmentary dreams came one after another, from the first time he saw ghosts when he was very young, to the ghosts he encountered several times recently, mixed with the hoarse quarrel with Wang Ze, and the madness with Jiang Peng in the hot spring.Jiang Peng pulled his ankle and dragged him into the water, the feeling of suffocation took away his breath, and even his limbs were tightly entwined by the pool water.

Jiang Xunli took a hard breath and woke up from the dream.

Jiang Peng was clamping his jaw, kissing him almost fiercely.

The sky outside the window is getting more and more gloomy, as if a storm is brewing.

In the room, the beds were messy, indicating that a fierce fight had just been staged here.

Jiang Peng lay on Jiang Xunli's back, the breathing rhythm of the two rose and fell, and it took a while before they gradually calmed down.Jiang Peng dropped a string of kisses on Jiang Xunli's sweat-drenched side face.There is an important battle to be fought today, and he can't really be willful to the end, so it's good to hug him like this...

"You bastard...you have the ability to forcefully kiss and tease me, why did you ignore me yesterday! I didn't want you to follow me because I was afraid that you would be in danger. I'm going to be mad at you!"

Jiang Xunli half-covered his face under the sheet, his voice sounded very low.

Jiang Peng put his forehead against Jiang Xunli's ear, and sighed very lightly.

"Little Li, I love you."

Jiang Xunli shuddered suddenly: "You...what did you say?"

Jiang Peng didn't answer, but slightly tightened his arms around Jiang Xun's waist, and kissed him passionately on the side of his neck.

"Xiao Li! Mr. Jiang! There is something wrong! Xiao Li, come out!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Zhang Chuan shouted loudly outside.

Jiang Xunli woke up like a dream, and immediately got up and got dressed to open the door. "What's wrong?"

Zhang Chuan handed the phone to Jiang Xunli.

On the screen was Mu Zhan's WeChat that Fu Jinxia had been monitoring in the detachment.

2 minutes ago, Mu Zhan, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly posted a circle of friends, with a picture of an open space in a deep mountain forest, and the text was——

A latitude and longitude coordinate point.

The author has something to say:

I'm going to fight the BOSS soon_(:з」∠)_

In other words, it is not far from the end of this article~~