Meet the moon again

The weightlessness didn't last long, and Qi Lin felt that he had bumped into something hard. He subconsciously searched for Zhong Qing's figure, only to see the other party sitting not far from him, before he got up.Sunlight swept into the room through the window, from Qi Lin's direction, Zhong Qing's outline was blurred, except for the spot of blood on his body that was particularly obvious.

There was a muffled groan from an unknown uncle, followed by a flurry of condolences.Sayuri cursed in a low voice, then rubbed her eyes, stood up while leaning on the desk, and looked at the wall in front of her.The painting on the wall started to burn from the scroll, and after a while the tongue of fire licked the entire painting, and even the wall behind it became scorched black.

Sayuri said: "Is this illusion... destroyed?"

Lin Chulan said: "It should be."

Qi Lin briefly recounted the conversation between him and Shang Yao in the illusion, but omitted the part about his relationship with Shang Yao and Shang Xingyun's ultimate goal, and explained that Shang Yao used the name of Shang Lu to walk in the past. In the world, I just don't want to forget him.

"This Shang Xingyun's brain is not very clear."

Sayuri turned her head to look at the pendulum beside her—15:24, it was only 10 minutes since they entered the painting.The flow of time in the painting is really different from that of the outside world. I don’t know how many decades the people inside have experienced after more than 800 years.If it were her, I'm afraid she would have gone crazy long ago.

Qi Lin glanced lightly, then took his eyes back, got up, walked to Zhong Qing's side, and squatted on his knees.

"Your eyes..." He raised his hand to touch his closed eyelids, but was avoided by Zhong Qing without a trace.

"It's nothing." Zhong Qing said.

Qi Lin turned to grab his cheeks, so that his entire face was facing him, and with the other hand, he roughly wiped off all the blood on them.

"Are you lying to a three-year-old child?" Qi Lin's tone turned cold, and his subordinates were not serious, leaving a few reddish fingerprints on Zhong Qing's face.

He didn't notice it after some distance, but now, Qi Lin saw the red seal on Zhong Qing's forehead.He couldn't help frowning, and asked again: "What's the matter with the devilish energy on your body?"

Earlier, the Taoist said that Zhong Qing had a demonic energy in him, and he thought that either the other party was blind or that Zhong Qing had been with him for a long time and was contaminated.But looking at it now, I'm afraid that what the Taoist said at the time was not wrong, and Zhong Qing really is a sign of being possessed.

But why?

In Qi Lin's heart, there are so many sword cultivators in the world who may become demons, but love is impossible.

The first condition for becoming a demon is desire.But with Zhong Qing's cool and cold temper, let alone obsessing over one thing, it's not bad if he can be taken care of.

Zhong Qing raised her head slightly, as if meeting Qi Lin's gaze.

He said, "Don't you like it?"

This sentence was really nonsensical, and Qi Lin was stunned for a while.

When he regained his composure, he was even more angry.

"I like you..."

Qi Lin caught a glimpse of Sayuri moving over from the corner of her eye, and the whole sentence got stuck in the middle.He closed his mouth and closed his hand that was holding Zhong Qing.

Sayuri looked at the two of them cautiously, and tentatively said, "Why don't we go to the hospital first?"

"It's useless." Zhong Qing said, "Go back and ask Han Shan to come over."

In this way, the aftermath naturally fell on the two uncles of the second team.Sayuri babbled a long list of precautions to Lin Chulan, which completely shattered the prestige of the captain.After finally asking, Sayuri hurried out of the yard, opened the driver's door and got in the car.

The two ancestors were sitting in the back seat, separated by a large distance, which meant that each side of the road was facing the sky.

Sayuri didn't dare to vent her anger, she turned the steering wheel and drove back the same way.

I don't know what kind of wind these two suddenly got into. It's pity that she is alone and alone, and she has to suffer this cold violence together.

Sayuri's speed was a little faster than Zhongqing's. After two hours of driving, she first sent the two of them back to Zhongqing's home, and then drove again to go to the Special Investigation Bureau to find someone.

Han Shan is a Xuancao Jing, adhering to the fine tradition of ancient ghosts, never using modern electronic equipment, to find him can only use the oldest way, personally visit the door.And sometimes this guy doesn't know which mountain he will go to pick herbs, and every time he seeks medical treatment, it can be said that the road is tortuous.

However, most of the ghosts of the Special Investigation Bureau are not sick. Even if they are sick, there are still outside hospitals to go to.Han Shan is also happy and leisurely on weekdays, and his whereabouts are becoming more and more untraceable.

When Sayuri thought of this, her head felt dizzy.

Qi Lin got out of the car and walked forward on his own.Zhong Qing followed behind him, feeling the hand that the other party extended intentionally or unintentionally, the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised an arc.

His eyes were already opened, and the eyeballs seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, and they were no longer as bright as before.When Qi Lin turned his head, as long as he saw those eyes, he felt that his heart was full of fire, and he still had nowhere to vent it.

After finally returning home, Qi Lin wanted to slam the door and go back to his room, letting Zhong Ai to fend for himself, but as soon as he took off his shoes, he felt something wrapped around his wrist, pulling his whole body over.

He was pressed against the door by love, and the other party came up from behind him, put one hand on his lower abdomen, the other clasped his chest, and stroked his neck.

Qi Lin's brain froze at that time, he didn't know where he was, the previous ignition had long since slipped away.

He didn't know where Zhong Qing learned this hugging method, and he pushed his whole body against the wall, unable to move.His neck was forced up, his mouth opened and closed unknowingly, and he seemed to be having difficulty breathing.

"Love," Qi Lin called him dryly, "let go of me."

The next second, the other party buried him in the side of his neck, and his warm breath hit his flesh, and he said, "I'll just hug you...I haven't hugged you well before."

Where did all this come from?

I didn't want him to be clingy before, but now I say I haven't hugged him.What the hell is going on in this guy's mind?

Qi Lin cursed in his heart, suddenly seemed to think of something, tilted his head slightly and asked him: "Are you bewitched?"

Zhong Qing was silent and did not reply.

"Tell me, are you possessed?" Qi Lin asked angrily, his voice raised a little.

But he didn't want to, Zhong Qing immediately withdrew his hand and took a step back.

"Sure enough, you still like him more." He slowly moved to the sofa and sat down while talking.

Qi Lin: "???"

He turned around with a blank face, adjusted his clothes by the way, and then walked to his side and sat down.

"Who is he?" Qi Lin asked.

"Love."

"Then who are you?"

"Love."

Qi Lin: "..."

What about playing with me?

He glanced at the red mark on Zhong Qing's forehead, and an unlikely idea came to his mind.He turned sideways, looked at the face that belonged to "Liu Wengui", and raised his hand to remove the blindfold on it, revealing his original appearance.

"Are you his demon?" Qi Lin asked softly.

Zhong Qing turned his head stiffly, as if looking at him, and said coldly: "Yes."

"When did it happen?"

"Early," he replied.

"because I?"

Zhong Qing just sat and didn't answer.But Qi Lin obviously got the answer, he stared fixedly at the scar on the bridge of Zhong Qing's nose, not knowing what to say.

He thought that this scar should be drawn by himself... Maybe it was because of the pain in a certain year, unconsciously...

With a palpitation in his heart, Qi Lin raised his hand to wrap around Zhong Qing's waist, and hugged him tightly.

"How long have you been out?" he asked.

"I came out when he was blind." Zhong Qing said flatly, raised his hand to caress Qi Lin's back, and stroked it slowly.

"Itchy..." Qi Lin complained softly.

"You obviously like him touching you like this. Every time he touches down your back, you will scream out of pleasure." He said aggrievedly, and his subordinates became even more chaotic.

What Zhong loves to touch is the hairy him, and what he calls is also the hairy him. Can the truth be counted?Qi Lin found that the inner demon of Zhongqing was completely different from the real deity. They were both the same person, but it seemed that some kind of gate had been opened, and he became skinless and shameless.

Could it be that he has been suppressed for a long time, and can only express his thoughts through the excuse of inner demons?

Qi Lin thought so, but the next second he was pushed away by the other party.

He looked at Zhong Qing bowed his waist, pressed the cushion under his upper body with one hand, and propped his forehead with the other, his whole body was shaking.

Qi Lin thought it was because his eyes hurt badly, so he grabbed his wrist, trying to send him spiritual power.Unexpectedly, just as the white light on the fingertips appeared, he heard the other party say: "I'm fine."

Come on, the deity is back.

"Then explain it?" Qi Lin said with a smile.

Demons do not arise for no reason, even if Zhong Qing really has a little obsession with him, it is impossible to easily give birth to demons.Because apart from his obsession, he still needs an introduction.

Unless... Qi Lin recalled the formation he used to trap himself, and thought of his phrase "the magic energy is fading away", and felt as if he had grasped something in a blur.

Will he...

The other party's face was stained with embarrassment, perhaps thinking of what he had done to Qi Lin before, and abruptly glanced aside the non-existent gaze.

"There's nothing to explain," he said.

Qi Lin: "You always say that, what is there that you can't tell me?"

"Then will you tell me what you saw in the illusion?" Zhong Qing asked back.

Qi Lin snorted, turned his face again, raised his foot and sat on his lap, and said word by word: "Shang Yao said that Shang Xingyun wanted her inner alchemy to live forever, and she did it because Shang Xingyun died. Now that the inner alchemy is on me, Shang Xingyun's target has become me."

"My idea is that Shang Xingyun is the 'thousand-year-old ghost', and Ye Feiqing is his puppet sent to lure me into the painting, but I saw through him first and failed, that's why this time Into the picture."

"Are you satisfied? I'm not like you, I'm very honest." Qi Lin added another sentence, and then the tip of his nose lightly touched the tip of Zhongqing's nose, flirting on it intentionally or unintentionally, as if inviting him to kiss.

"So can you tell me?"