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That's all he said?

That's how he kissed?

The same shocking question arose in the hearts of both of them at the same time, but what Nan Feng thought was "I can do it", while Shen Quehan thought "I want to break his dog legs".

However, too many things happened today, especially Nanfeng blew himself up in front of him, which shocked him far beyond his imagination.Therefore, even senior brother Xiao Xiang, who is rebellious against the south wind, does not appear to be too shocking in the face of life and death.

The realm of comprehension does not strictly require the severance of love, it's just that the elder brother himself has never been tempted by dust, so he never thinks about it.But he just fell into a blind spot, not really dull, Nanfeng's words pierced the window paper, and he looked back at the bits and pieces of these days together, it was clear that there were traces to follow, sometimes Nanfeng didn't bother to hide it, But he didn't realize it, and even condoned his clingy behaviors many times out of pity.

It stands to reason that he should immediately push the apprentice away, and then give him a loud slap on the ear, telling the little bastard to put away those unreliable thoughts and evil thoughts, and behave himself from now on, never daring to do anything wrong to him again thought.

but……

After all, he was the precious junior brother whom he raised with his own hands and loves more than siblings; it was Nanfeng who did not hesitate to become a demon to avenge him after his death, and guarded his tomb for decades.

The wound in his heart hasn't fully healed yet, so how could Shen Quehan be willing to slap him?

Therefore, he was very cautious, pinching the back of Nanfeng's neck with two fingers, and lifted him away from his body. Thousands of words came to his lips, and there was only one question that could be called gentle: "Is... since when?" started?"

Nan Feng was already a little taller than him, and he was standing on the pedals. When he looked at him, his long eyelashes drooped and the tails of his eyes flew up. His eyes were as clear as autumn water, and his thin lips smiled slightly. His eyes were full of unspeakable gentleness, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.But he himself is ignorant, and he will not deliberately maintain indifference in front of Shen Quehan, like a famous flower in full bloom, but he will put the flower branches on the faces of passers-by.

"Brother, there is a saying in the mortal world, 'Love doesn't know where it starts, but it goes deep'. When I realized it, I was already deeply trapped and unable to extricate myself."

If we had to go back, it was probably the moment when the shadow over the Demon Realm dissipated and the sun shone through, and in the mighty warm south wind, the white-clothed sword fairy came across the clouds and gently bent down to hug him.

It's Jinxi Hexi, love at first sight.

He stretched out his hand and stopped by Shen Quehan's cheek, as if he wanted to touch him but was afraid that he would mind, so he just held it vainly, and said softly: "Senior brother, don't be afraid of me, and you don't have to respond to me, I am the one who said it today." There are too many, no matter what, you are my senior brother."

"As I said, as long as you live well in this world, I can do anything."

As soon as Shen Quehan heard this, he knew it was over.

Except for him, no matter if Nanfeng likes anyone in the world, even if he likes Zhuang Ruofu or Yuan Xuelian, Shen Quehan will sincerely think it is a good thing, because whether admiring or being admired is a kind of comfort, this kind of feeling can bring Leading him out of the loneliness and the wind and snow.

But what Nanfeng likes is him...a man who has been dead for 100 years.

Shen Quehan would not deceive himself into thinking that Nanfeng was suddenly attracted to him during the few days after his return. If this love had been hidden in his heart for a long time, it would mean that what Nanfeng lost back then was not just being like a father and brother. Brother Shen Quehan, the suffering, pain and despair he endured in the past 100 years were far more than what Shen Quehan thought.

Just thinking about it would make his liver and gallbladder tear apart, but Nanfeng has actually passed 100 years like this.

"Do you have to like me?" His palm was on the back of Nan Feng's cold hand. For a moment, Nan Feng looked at his elder brother who didn't even blink, his eyes turned red, "I Made you so sad."

Nanfeng suddenly realized that at this moment Shen Quehan was really in pain, not because he was deliberately hurting himself to take revenge on the other party, but because he was doing everything possible to pretend that he didn't feel pain.

"Ah."

Xuxuan's fingers finally let go and touched the temperature of his sweetheart. Nanfeng gently lifted his side face, leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth carefully and softly: "I like everything."

Everything was silent, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, as if all perceptions were cut off, and there was only the warmth between the lips and teeth between the heaven and the earth.

Shen Quehan turned his face away, closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment, took his wrist and pulled his hand down in a short while, with a face as calm as water, and calmly said: "Although I have never been moved by Fanxin, I know that no one in the world will like you at the same time. Looking at someone without responding, unless the person he likes is dead."

"I understand what you mean. As for how to respond, let me think about it."

He was very solemn, so Nanfeng couldn't help becoming serious, and Shen Quehan obediently led him to the door, and sent him out without any resistance: "Don't come to me for the next two days."

south wind:"……"

He was defeated by Shen Chehan's still water-like eyes, lowered his long eyelashes silently, forced a wry smile, played out his grievance to the fullest, and even pretended Strongly said: "Okay, listen to brother."

"..." Shen Quehan said, "I can't run away, and it's only been a few days. If you are really worried, you can impose a ban in the courtyard."

After finishing speaking, he would never give Nanfeng another chance to sell miserably, and closed the door mercilessly in front of him.

Nanfeng laughed silently.

He stood at the door for a while, cooling down his overheated mood with a bone-chilling chill, then grabbed two handfuls of snow from the yard, pinched a little snowman in a decent manner, and placed it outside the window sill, without using any magic spells from the beginning to the end , After finishing all this, he quietly returned to Duxu Palace by himself.

In the early morning of the next day, Xi Ling slammed into the back kitchen full of expectations as usual, and the cheerful greeting stopped abruptly in his throat. After a while, he rushed out of the room with a cold kitchen and a cold stove in a panic, shouting : "Where's the cook? Where's a cook like me?!"

His wailing soon attracted other demon cultivators, and everyone couldn't wait to come, and the discussion finally changed from whispering to loud noise: "Where did Master Shen go? Where is your lord? Wudu! Your lord today Are you in town?"

Wu Du also had a helpless expression: "I don't know, but your lord should have nothing to go out today, right?"

As soon as the words fell, the demon cultivators on the opposite side turned their heads in one direction, and let out a "wow" exclamation.Wu Du turned around inexplicably, and saw a frosty and snow-cold beauty standing not far behind him—especially when he just came out of the snow, the shoulders of the black robe were covered with white snow, and there was a little frost hanging on the long eyelashes. And the skin and snow color are indistinguishable, only a tinge of red on the thin lips, the demons have not been able to find this peerless grace for the past 300 years, and the next 300 years, they are like icy muscles and bones, and they are immortals.

Nanfeng couldn't completely calm down all night, so his mind was not clear. He didn't wear a mask when he went out in the morning, and he was used to the noise everywhere he went. Looking at this group of little wastes who are waiting to be fed, it is very uncomfortable. Patiently, he said perfunctorily, "He's not here for the past two days, you guys have to find a way."

As soon as these words came out, the demon cultivators just woke up like a dream, and they knelt down on the ground in unison, knocking their heads into the snow: "See your lord!"

The god of shit descended to earth, this is the Demon Lord!

The author has something to say:

The degree of Nanfeng's brewing: probably going out to a meeting, the host introduced Mozunxian and his wife to attend, everyone who doesn't know them will agree that the brother is Mozun and he is Mozun Taoist couple (the stereotype that some beauties are only suitable for the strong )