The fishing beauty scum died and escaped after finishing Xianzun

Rong looked at Xue Huai's hand extending towards him in confusion, and subconsciously took a step back a second before Xue Huai was about to touch his face.

With a slight pause on his fingertips, Xue Huai came back to his senses, looking at his movements that resisted confusion, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, even he himself didn't understand why he suddenly reached out to the boy just now.

At that moment, as if his mind was out of his control, he couldn't help approaching the young man. If the young man hadn't backed away just now, what did he want to do to the young man by reaching out his hand?

Xue Huai paused for a moment with his outstretched hand in mid-air, then curled up his fingers slightly, took off his strength, and slowly withdrew his hand, Rong Huo raised his eyebrows, and grasped Xue Huai's hand that was about to be retracted.

"Master, don't you have a wish? You can agree to it." Rong Huo put his hand into Xue Huai's palm, and inserted his fingers between his fingers. The two fingers were intertwined, inseparable.

Xue Huai lowered his eyes to look at the two hands clenched tightly, the frost in his eyes gradually dissipated, and said hoarsely: "No."

Rong Huo looked at Xue Huai carefully under the moonlight, and then chuckled lightly: "If Master doesn't have one, then Rong Huo promises one for Master."

Looking at the gradually drifting lotus river lantern in a blink of an eye, the tone of voice was gentle, drifting into the distance like a breeze: "May Master have the present every year and be happy every year."

Breathing suddenly suffocated, Xue Huai looked sideways at the young man, the smile in the young man's eyes was bright, and the eyes were shimmering.

Xue Huai's fingers moved slightly, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand, gently wrapping his arms around the boy's waist, and hugged him into his arms. His heart beat violently. Xue Huai closed his eyes and rested his chin on the boy's head.

It took a long time to find my own voice: "Mmm..."

Leaning passively in Xue Huai's arms, Rong Huo looked at the river lantern on the lake with no expression on his face, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, no warmth at all.

The two hugged each other quietly, absorbing each other's warmth in this cold night, like two people who were about to freeze to death, tightly hugging the only warmth in their arms.

When the two returned to Meteor Peak, it was already very late, and they leaned sleepily on Xue Huai's arms, half-closed their eyes sleepily, and let Xue Huai carry him back to his room.

Xue Huai leaned over slightly, and gently put Rong Huo on the bed, the boots on his feet were still on, Rong Huo leaned on the bed, his legs were still outside, his body was too lazy to move.

He raised his boot and lightly kicked Xue Huai's calf, then said softly, "Master, the boot is still on."

Xue Huai paused, but still kept leaning over, and tightened his grip on the boy's hand. Xue Huai raised his eyes to look at the lazily half-lying boy on the bed.

His eyes moved down along the young man's face, and fell on the boots that the young man had not taken off: "Nonsense, I am your master, how can I be so reckless?"

The thick and slender eyelashes blinked slowly, Rong Huo put his arms around Xue Huai's neck, and pressed him against him. For a moment, their faces were extremely quiet.

The young man's white and slender neck was raised up like a sacrifice, and the tip of his nose lightly touched Xue Huai's straight nose.

Feeling the young man's warm breath blowing on his face, Xue Huai's heart beat violently, and he immediately supported the edge of the bed with his palms to keep his body from falling down.

His voice tightened: "What are you doing?"

Rong Huo smiled, turned his face sideways, put his rosy lips close to his ear, and said in a low voice: "Master, no one is seeing here, Master help me, I'm so tired, I don't want to move."

Xue Huai's ears trembled, and he felt a numbness in his ears. Before he could react, he squatted down, lifted the boy's calf, his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly, and slowly took off the boy's boots.

The white socks are exposed, the night is very quiet, the sound of someone's rapid heartbeat and panting in the room is amplified, and it cannot be covered up, and it is entangled.

Rong Huo lay reclined on the bed, watching Xue Huai's almost cautious movements, moved slightly, and urged: "Master, hurry up..."

Xue Huai's throat slid a bit, raised his hand to hold the somewhat thin ankle, and slowly peeled off the boy's white socks, revealing a pair of delicate and clean feet, with tiny blood vessels under the skin faintly visible, the toes are round and well-proportioned, and the toes are round and well-proportioned. With a touch of powder.

His pupils narrowed slightly, and he caught a glimpse of the young man's skinny ankles that were also covered in powder. The movements of his hands froze immediately, and he slightly moved away the hand holding the ankles. He wondered if it was because he was stronger just now that the young man's ankles would It became like this, or the boy's ankle was originally like this.

His palms trembled a little, he relaxed his strength more and more, lightly lifted the boy's legs, and put him on the bed.

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, took a slow breath, and said in a deep voice, "Rest earlier."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave unbearably, Rong Huo suddenly grabbed his hand, slender fingers slid across his palm, and said with a smile: "Master, wait until I fall asleep, okay?"

"I've been having nightmares for the past few days, and I'm a little scared. Master stayed with me."

"Okay." Hearing the boy's fearful voice, Xue Huai answered before he could react.

Laughter spread out in the room, Rong Huo took Xue Huai's hand, pulled him closer to the edge of the bed, then raised his hand, took off his coat, lay down on the bed, glanced at Xue Huai who was standing quietly by the edge of the bed, and slowly close your eyes.

The moon is as cool as water, and the cool evening breeze blows into the house through the window. The little fox lantern hanging beside the bed swayed gently with the wind, and Xue Huai looked down at the boy's sleeping face.

The heat that had been suppressed from the crescent lake just now surged up uncontrollably, Xue Huai's dark pupils gradually climbed up to scarlet bloodshots, the scorching agitation gradually rose, and his lower abdomen was burning like fire.

Xue Huai couldn't bear to take a breath, suppressing his voice so as not to wake up the young man, the more he tried to restrain the enthusiasm, the more difficult it was to restrain it.

Xue Huai frowned tightly, and looked down with cold eyebrows. There was an obvious arch under the waist, which clearly showed its sense of existence, and it had a tendency to gradually expand.

Xue Huai raised his head abruptly, and his movements were a little too big, which seemed to startle the boy on the bed. The boy murmured dissatisfiedly, and gently moved the hand that Xue Huai held in his palm.

Feeling the young man's slight struggle, Xue Huai suddenly came back to his senses, let go of the young man's hand, and looked sharply at the young man who was sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes were dim and unclear.

Xue Huai's face was heavy, and the burning in his lower abdomen became more and more unbearable. After looking at the young man with a complex expression, he turned and left, walking hurriedly.

The next day, after returning from the lecture hall as usual, Rong Huo went to Xue Huai's side, and Rong Huo knocked lightly on Xue Huai's door: "Master, I'm here to practice."

He knocked on the door several times in a row, but no one answered in the room, and no one came out to open the door.

not here?Usually at this time Xue Huai is usually either cultivating or reading in the house, so he should not be absent.

"Master?" Rong Huo raised his voice slightly, and increased the strength of his hands, but there was still no answer. Rong Huo lowered his eyebrows and was about to turn around and leave.

"squeak-"

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, Xue Huai looked at him indifferently: "Follow me."

Then Xue Huai closed the room, walked straight forward, Rong Huo raised his eyebrows, trotted to follow Xue Huai, and looked at the man's cold side face calmly.

Aren't you continuing to practice in the house today?Where is this going?

Rong Huo raised his hand and lightly grabbed Xue Huai's sleeve, before he touched him, Xue Huai retracted his arm and moved away from him without a trace, Rong Huo's fingertips paused on the spot.

Looking up at Xue Huai, I saw the man's eyes were cold, and his body exuded the coldness that he couldn't get close to when they first met, Rong Huo withdrew his hand and looked at Xue Huai's face.

He pursed his lips in dissatisfaction: "Master?"

Xue Huaifang turned a blind eye, didn't react at all, kept walking, without any expression of joy or anger, and walked forward.

Coldness gradually climbed into Rong Huo's eyes, Rong Huo looked at Xue Huaiyuan's back with heavy eyes, turned his eyes, and followed him.

[Host, what happened to Xue Huai? 】The system suddenly made a sound.

Rong Huo narrowed his eyes slightly: 【Who knows what kind of madness this lunatic is going on. 】

[Then what do we do now? 】

[Don't do anything, just wait and see what happens, I want to see what this lunatic wants to do? 】

He followed Xue Huai unhurriedly, followed Xue Huai to stand on the Frost Meteor Sword, stretched out his hand to embrace Xue Huai's hand, thought for a while, lowered his arms, and stood quietly behind Xue Huai.

Xue Huai, who had been silent for a long time, turned around and looked at him with lowered eyes, with no expression on his face. After looking at him for a long time, he frowned and said, "Hold on tight."

Hearing this, Rong Huo moved his eyes away, turned his face sideways, and looked at the distant scenery, without making a sound, the air suddenly froze, Xue Huai's whole body suddenly condensed, and a cold chill surrounded his whole body.

Rong Huo pursed his lips, took a step back, and moved further and further away from Xue Huai, but the chill became even colder, like winter, so cold that people couldn't help shivering.

"Hiding for what?" Xue Huai stared at Rong Huo with his dark eyes, watching the young man get farther and farther away from him, as if unwilling to stand by his side, Xue Huai closed his eyes unbearably, fingers slightly curl up.

Then he let go, turned his face, and said softly: "Stand over here."

"Didn't Master not want me to touch it?" Rong Huo was unmoved.

A barely audible sigh sounded, Xue Huai walked slowly towards Rong Huo, after hesitating for a while, he took Rong Huo's hand, but he didn't get as close as usual, leaving some space.

The whole journey was silent, when Xue Huai arrived at the destination, he let go of Rong Huo's hand anxiously, walked forward expressionlessly, and then stopped at a pavilion.

Rong Huo looked up and saw the word Jiange written on the archway.

Jiange?What did Xue Huai bring me here for?Rong Huo looked around calmly, and suddenly heard Xue Huai's indifferent voice.

"Go in and pick up a sword."

"Me?" Rong looked at Xue Huai suspiciously, "But haven't I just entered the Qi refining period? I heard from my seniors that you usually have to go to the foundation building period before you can choose your own sword."

"No need, you can choose now."

"..." Rong Huo couldn't figure out what Xue Huai wanted to do, so he sighed softly, and then walked into the Jiange.

The interior of the Jiange Pavilion is very wide, just like the Pavilion of Books, with many different swords hanging from each floor, Rong Huo raised his eyes and roughly counted, there are actually ten floors.

Rong Huo approached slowly, and was about to take a closer look, when the swords shook suddenly, making a deafening clang, Rong Huo's face turned pale, and he raised his hands to cover his ears, feeling like he had a splitting headache.