After Immortal Qing Leng loses his memory

Qi Yao didn't answer immediately, his dark pupils scanned Xuan Shuang's body, as if he was observing if he was okay.After confirming, he met Shang Xuanshuang's eyes that were about to turn ice, pursed his lips, and said, "I didn't find you outside the cave, so I followed all the way here."

Xuan Shuang: ".."

Xuan Shuang didn't expect him to admit it so readily, he didn't try to hide his intention to follow him at all, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

In fact, for the past few months, Qi Yao has been staying outside the cave where Xuan Shuang entered Ding. It was only because he suppressed the breath around him that Xuan Shuang did not notice his existence.

In the past few days, he realized that Xuan Shuang was about to stop his breath adjustment, and he didn't dare to get too close because he was afraid that he would see that his Qi sea was unstable after he came out.

"It's snowing so hard," Qi Yao looked at his expression, seeing that Xuan Shuang didn't respond, he said in a low voice, "It's so cold outside—"

"With your current cultivation level," Xuan Shuang didn't want to chat with him, so he interrupted him lightly, "Are you still afraid of the cold?"

Xuanshuang's body smelled of frost and snow, his long hair was dripping with water, his complexion was porcelain white, his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, their color was clear and light, his voice was neither fast nor slow, without the slightest emotion, just so calmly Looking at Qi Yao, it was colder than the wind and snow outside the window.

Qi Yao's chest twitched. When he didn't see Xuan Shuang, he only wanted him to live, even if the two of them never saw each other again.

Now seeing Xuan Shuang, he found that he couldn't bear Xuan Shuang's indifferent eyes at all, as if nothing could provoke his emotions, which made Qi Yao feel powerless as if he had punched cotton.

After a while, Qi Yao said with difficulty: "Xuan Shuang, I'm sorry..."

Xuan Shuang's eyes moved, but she didn't make a sound, she just looked at Qi Yao quietly, waiting for his next words.

"It was my fault that I lied to you before." Qi Yao's eyes were filled with pain, and he said with a trembling voice, "How can you forgive me? You can kill me or cut me up..."

"I don't want to see you again."

Xuan Shuang raised his finger and cast a small magic spell. His wet long hair was dried. He brushed the loose hair behind him, put on the clean plain white robe slowly, and tied the belt. After tidying up everything , he raised his eyes to look at Qi Yao.

The evening is approaching, it is winter again, the sky is gradually darkening, the cold wind pours in from the window lattice, mixed with fine snowflakes, the room is chilly, and the coldness penetrates directly into the bones of the people.

Qi Yao froze in place without any movement.

Xuan Shuang lifted her feet and walked towards the window lattice. The outside was covered with silver, and she saw a vast expanse of whiteness at a glance. The street that was cleaned when she came here was already covered with white snow again, a thick layer, about to the calf level.

The cold wind and snow hit Xuanshuang's face, and the wetness came through the skin and penetrated into his neck. Xuanshuang suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

He seemed to have been standing in the snow, and was hugged by someone, Wu Nong spoke softly, rubbing his ears and temples together, even though the wind and snow hit him, he didn't feel cold.

The heat came from behind, and the open window was closed, blocking Xuanshuang's sight, and the cold wind and snow dissipated in an instant.

Qi Yao's voice rang in his ears, "Xuan Shuang, what's wrong with you?"

"Who is he..." Xuan Shuang blinked blankly.

"Him?" Qi Yao's voice paused, then suddenly raised, "Who are you thinking about?!"

Xuan Shuang suddenly came back to his senses, and found that Qi Yao had not known when, standing behind him in a confinement posture, trapping him in his arms in a disguised form.

"Step aside."

Xuan Shuang frowned slightly, and turned around suddenly. Qi Yao sensed his intentions, and before Xuan Shuang raised his palm, he performed a body-holding spell with lightning speed.

Xuan Shuang was immediately fixed in place, unable to move, his eyes turned cold, "Qi Yao..."

All those worries before were forgotten by Qi Yao. He thought about it day and night, and dreamed of seeing Xuan Shuang again, but his inner demons had not been eliminated, and he could only dream of the scene thousands of years ago.

It has been 200 years since he touched Xuanshuang, at this moment, Qi Yao just wanted to hug him and hold him tightly in his arms, and he did exactly that.

The long-lost breath of frost and snow hit again, Qi Yao tilted his head slightly and sniffed Xuanshuang's neck, and let out an unbearable sigh.

The hot and humid breath sprayed on the skin, and a fine pimple appeared on Xuanshuang's neck.

Xuanshuang's cheek muscles twitched, and he said coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

"I just want to know," Qi Yao paused slightly, and let go of Xuanshuang a little. He suppressed the inexplicable anxiety in his heart, and said slowly: "Who were you thinking about just now?"

Xuan Shuang was stunned for a moment, it was just a flashing, extremely blurry picture, he didn't even have time to see what the other person looked like, he didn't remember who it was, how could he tell Qi Yao?

Moreover, what does this matter have to do with Qi Yao, why should I answer him?

Seeing him in a daze, Qi Yao's expression was exactly the same as just now, Qi Yao's deep eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and the soreness in his chest drove Qi Yao to go crazy.

"Are you thinking about him again?!"

Xuan Shuang finally closed her eyes impatiently, intending to keep out of sight and out of mind.

The next moment, Xuan Shuang suddenly opened his eyes again, facing Qi Yao's eyes, and Qi Yao's almost crazy expression was reflected in his pupils.

Xuan Shuang's head buzzed, his expression froze, and his whole body's spiritual power began to circulate rapidly. As soon as he broke through Qi Yao's body-holding technique, Qi Yao seemed to have expected it, clasped the back of his neck with one hand, and clasped him with the other. Holding his wrist, Qi Yao didn't know what was on his wrist, only heard a soft "click", and then Xuanshuang felt that his wrist was cold.

But he didn't care about these, the touch on his lips was obvious, his right hand was held by Qi Yao, and he just raised his other hand, but found that the spiritual power full of Linghai couldn't move at all, as if he was imprisoned by something, Not subject to his deployment.

what happened? !Xuan Shuang stared slightly.

"Snapped--"

Xuan Shuang raised her hand and slapped Qi Yao hard.

A crisp voice sounded, Qi Yao turned his head slightly, and left Xuan Shuang's lips, his face immediately showed a clear slap print, slightly swollen.

Xuan Shuang still felt that it wasn't enough, and raised his hand again, but Qi Yao didn't give him another chance.

Xuan Shuang's left hand was also caught by him, both hands were clasped together, held high above his head.

Not only that, Qi Yao ignored his slashing eyes, grabbed his jaw with one free hand, and forced him to open his mouth.

"Qi—"

Xuan Shuang's remaining words were all blocked back.

It was cold and windy and snowy outside the house, the window lattices were blown and creaked, and the edge of the window was lightly patted, and the sound was very ear-piercing, Qi Yao pinched his chin, pressed against the window, kissing him breathlessly.

Xuan Shuang couldn't mobilize her spiritual power, her hands were restrained, no matter how much she resisted, Qi Yao pressed her against the window. In the end, Xuan Shuang simply gave up struggling.

Seeing that he no longer resisted, Qi Yao hesitated for a moment, and loosened the hand that clamped his jaw, but in the next breath, Xuan Shuang bit Qi Yao hard, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

Xuan Shuang's eyes were soaked with water, stained with anger, and coldly gouged out Qi Yao.

Qi Yao paused, but he didn't let him go as Xuan Shuang expected, and Xuan Shuang also tasted the fishy sweetness that belonged to Qi Yao.

Then, he also tasted his own blood, why did Xuan Shuang know it was his own?Because the next moment, Qi Yao bit him in the same way.

Xuanshuang's pupils trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was shock or anger.

In a daze, Xuan Shuang couldn't tell whether what he tasted was Qi Yao's or his own.

The wind and snow outside the house gradually subsided, and Qi Yao was finally satisfied. Before letting go of Xuanshuang, he remembered that he was injured and had no spiritual power to use, so he poured a mouthful of spiritual power into his mouth.

Xuan Shuang's lips and tongue no longer ached, but the lips were still bright red, the color of being severely ravaged, the scarlet in Qi Yao's eyes slowly faded, he lowered his head, licking off the blood on them.

Xuan Shuang's shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly, and cursed in a hoarse voice, "You bastard."

"I'm an asshole." Qi Yao sucked him non-stop, and asked him in the gap: "Did someone treat you like this before?"

Xuan Shuang leaned softly against the window and let him do whatever he wanted, and when she heard this, she turned her head slightly, her eyes lowered.

"Look at you," Qi Yao frowned suddenly, turned his face and forced him to look at him, "Is there?"

Xuan Shuang didn't want to answer at first, but Qi Yao pinched him harder and harder. Xuan Shuang was afraid that he would go crazy again, so he had to say: "Maybe."

Qi Yao's expression remained the same, "What do you mean?"

Xuan Shuang took a deep breath and said, "I don't remember the past."

Qi Yao's brows loosened when he heard this, he knew that Xuan Shuang didn't remember his past, but it was 700 years ago, he said relentlessly, "Then what about the 200 years I was not here?"

Xuan Shuang said impatiently: "No."

Qi Yao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, he knew that Xuan Shuang didn't bother to lie, he said that if he didn't have it for 200 years, he really didn't.The "he" in Xuanshuang's mouth can only be 700 years ago.

"It doesn't matter who you were friends with before," Qi Yao said, "you can only be friends with me in the future."

He thought for a while, and added: "You can only do things like that with me."

"What did you say?" Xuan Shuang suddenly raised his head, "In the future?"

Seeing that Qi Yao really wanted to repeat what he said just now, Xuan Shuang raised his hand to stop him, and said, "Did you forget the way I cultivated?"

After a moment of silence in the room, Qi Yao said: "But your way has been accomplished, it's not that you can't touch love."

"So what?" Xuan Shuang said, "I won't fall in love with you."

This time, the room fell into complete silence, Qi Yao's deep and narrow eyes stared at Xuan Shuang without blinking, wondering what he was thinking.

Xuan Shuang didn't bother to deal with him anymore, after he calmed down, he realized that there was something hanging on his wrist, which was cold and lubricated.

On Xuanshuang's thin and well-proportioned right wrist, there is a silver bracelet, which is hollowed out and carved with complicated patterns.

Qi Yao raised his left hand, on which he wore a bracelet that was exactly the same as Xuan Shuang's, except that his was a little thicker.

It looks like a mother and child bracelet.

"This is the child-mother bracelet for controlling the spirit, and the bracelet in your hand is the child bracelet." Qi Yao said, "When you wear it, no matter how much you cultivate, your spiritual power will be restrained, just like ordinary people."

"And, as long as it's there," Qi Yao shook the bracelet on his wrist, and said, "No matter where you are in the Three Realms, I can find you."

He got this pair of spirit control bracelets from Fu Xing 200 years ago. At that time, he carried them with him casually, and never thought that he would be able to use them one day.

He originally imagined that Xuan Shuang was so easy to soften his heart as before, and that he would accept him again one day, but Xuan Shuang's struggle just now made him accidentally touch the pair of bracelets. Is there anything more practical than it right now?

Therefore, Qi Yao put him on his and Xuan Shuang's wrists.

Xuan Shuang heard the words, looked up at Qi Yao, and said word by word: "Let go."

The author says:

My xp is like this (the dog’s head is holding flowers), and the comment area of ​​this chapter will drop a red envelope——