Night Talk Hundred Stories

It was late at night, and the sparks from the oil lamp on the table had become weaker and weaker, and a small spark would explode from time to time.

Qinghe sat at the table with his chin in his hands, staring at the lantern in front of him in a trance. The small orange fire flickered, as if it would go out in the next moment.

Hei Yao opened the door and came in, seeing his appearance, put the copper basin in his hand aside, and asked softly: "What are you thinking?"

Qinghe came back to his senses, turned his head and saw that it was Hei Yao, and immediately showed a smile, but soon his face was stained with a trace of extremely faint uneasiness: "Hei Yao... always feels a little strange."

Hei Yao walked over and picked him up, Qinghe put his arms around his neck, leaned his head on his chest, listened to the strong heartbeat of the other person, and gradually calmed down.

"What's wrong? Did you see something bad?" Hei Yao asked as he put him on the bed, shook out the quilt beside him and spread it out.

Qing He slowly untied his belt, hesitating slightly, he frowned, and finally shook his head helplessly: "I didn't see anything, I just felt uncomfortable."

As he said that, he looked at Hei Yao and asked: "Hei Yao, do you think... is Pixiu coming again?" His expression was very serious and nervous, as if he was going to confront him immediately.

Hei Yao was stunned, sat on the edge of the bed, and comforted him: "No, last time I walked through the underworld, I am no longer a beast, why would he come to trouble us?" He then stretched out his hand to caress the young man's tenderness. Qing He, who just wanted to hold him like this, didn't let go for a moment.

Qinghe looked at him, his cat eyes were flickering with uneasiness, he didn't know why the strange thoughts came to him at this moment, but he just felt that something bad was going to happen up.

Hei Yao knew that he was originally a fairy body, so he must be more aware of malice than ordinary cultivators, but he couldn't feel anything wrong at the moment, so he could only comfort Qinghe in a soft voice: "I must have stayed outside for a long time today. I didn’t sleep in the middle of the night, so I’m a little tired, and I’m not feeling well, right?” As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if teasing him: “Didn’t you go to rest early in the past? Little Lazy The cat is in good spirits today."

Qinghe became dissatisfied with what he said, turned her head and burrowed into the bed, and pulled the thick quilt to cover her whole body without leaving a single strand of hair outside, "I'm not lazy."

"Okay, okay, not lazy, not lazy."

Hei Yao laughed, reached out and pulled the quilt away, took off his coat and boots, went to bed and lay down.

Qinghe turned his head to look at Hei Yao who was lying beside him, and muttered softly, "I'm not lazy in the first place, and I'm not a cat, I'm bluegrass."

Hei Yao stretched out his hands to tuck the quilt up for him, "Okay, my Qinghe is the most obedient."

Qing He blinked, always felt that there was something wrong with his words, but couldn't think of anything wrong, so he simply closed his eyes: "I'm going to sleep, and Hei Yao is going to sleep soon too!" After speaking, he moved again body, squeezed into Hei Yao's arms, feeling very satisfied with this warm place, and then fell asleep peacefully.

"Ah."

Hearing the sound of even breathing from the young man in his arms, Hei Yao slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the quiet face, his black eyes were full of softness, that was the aloof Hei Lang who would never show it in front of others. Emotions.

Staring at Qinghe for a moment, Hei Yao stretched out his hand suddenly, sharp nails grew out of his originally slender fingers, he cut open his chest extremely quickly, smeared a drop of blood on his fingertips, and put a little between Qinghe's eyebrows, then A drop of blood fell on the young man's fair forehead like a red plum petal, which was extremely beautiful.

The wound on his chest has healed, Hei Yao retracted his nails again, gently touched the drop of blood that seemed to be growing on Qinghe's forehead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: now Qinghe has his blood on his body, unless his soul is completely destroyed, No one can hurt him any more.

……only……

This heart and blood fell on others, but it will not disappear.Hei Yao frowned in a bit of embarrassment, and only hoped that Qing and Ming'er would not make trouble with him when they saw it.

Thinking of this, Hei Yao stretched out his arms to hug Qinghe again, and the two fell asleep together.

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The young man walked slowly among the mountains and forests, and a few stars in the cold night cast a faint light and fell on him.

Walking up the narrow stone path step by step, the surrounding air became increasingly cold. The young man was only wearing a soft Luochun shirt, but he didn't seem to feel the cold. Looking closely, the corners of his mouth were still cold. With a faint smile, he seemed to be in a very good mood.

When he reached a ruined stele buried under the weeds, the young man finally stopped. He bent down and brushed away the weeds on both sides, and then jumped into the small hole. The dry and slender grass leaves shook a few times. , quickly returned to calm, and covered the hole again.

After standing still, the young man tapped lightly on the stone wall by his side. Following his movements, small light spots lit up one after another on the stone wall. Looking from a distance, it was as intoxicating as the Milky Way in the sky.

"I am back."

After saying this with a chuckle, the young man walked slowly towards the stone gate at the end of the tomb passage, and stepped in.

In the empty stone room, there are only a few scattered white bones at the corners that faintly reveal the horrors that have happened in the room, but the young man doesn't even look at it. He just carefully took out a painting from his arms and unfolded it slowly.

In the painting, the two people standing side by side with smiles on their lips are so handsome that they are not like ordinary people, and the several red plums behind them make the two people look elegant and elegant.After looking at it carefully again, the young man nodded in satisfaction, took the painting and compared it to the stone wall, and finally made up his mind to take a few steps forward, walked to a mural depicting a winter snow scene, and leaned the painting in his hand On the stone wall: "You guys just stay here."

Strange to say, the wall was obviously not sticky at all, but the picture scroll was firmly stuck to the wall and never fell off. The young man looked around again, and was very satisfied with the layout, so he just took a piece of emerald green from his neck. When Yupei came, she clenched her right fist slightly again, with a sneer on her face: "Your body is now in use. If you ruin my painting, you have to return one, right?" After finishing speaking, he bent down Wiping away some thin dust from a depression on the ground, he put the jade pendant in his hand devoutly, and when the jade pendant was completely fitted in, he went to the corner of the wall and randomly picked up a broken bone that looked very sharp in section. Without hesitation, it was inserted/on the heart.

The gushing blood stained the ground red, wrapping the emerald green in a piece of bright red. It was indescribably weird, but the young man seemed to have let go of the burden of his whole body, his body softened all of a sudden, and he closed his eyes.

As the increased blood flowed over the jade pendant, the bewitching red light also became more intense, slowly illuminating the entire stone chamber, more dazzling than the previous dots of fluorescent light.

All the things in the murals that had been silent for a long time began to move gradually, and the still water began to flow slowly across the mountains, moistening the tip of the deer's nose that was bending over to drink...

And the painting that was originally attached to the wall was slightly loose, and the white rice paper quickly fell off, but the various scenes on it were separated from it, as vivid as if carved on the wall.

A moment later, the young man who was looking down at the little bird at his feet on the scroll suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide. Those obsidian-like pupils were particularly agile in the stone room.

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