Chasing brother for thousands of miles

"I do not know."

A sigh.

Ning Xiumao was slightly saddened. He said so much before, not because he wanted to deceive the boy in front of him, nor did he intend to find any excuses for himself. Liu Xiaojun is indeed a hero in the world, even if he approached with a purpose, after He really regards him as a close friend.

But the news that his best friend exchanged his life was buried in dust along with the annihilation of the Liu family, becoming ashes buried in history, and no one can know the truth of the year.

The cloud-turning hand that was hidden behind everyone back then did indeed succeed, successfully intercepting the news that should have revealed its clues.

How can this be reconciled.

Naturally, no one would be reconciled, his only listener, Qingtong, sneered, "It's really worthy of being the world-famous chief arrester, more than a dozen people in the Liu family, and I have been wandering in the rivers and lakes for nearly ten years, just for you to say that you don't know, you It's really... amazing."

The emotion contained in a sentence is simply unspeakable.

silence.

If at this moment Qingtong ran outside after only listening to half of what he said before, or rushed forward with gritted teeth and shouted to kill, Ning Xiumao could still rack his brains to appease him.

But he suddenly calmed down, his eyes, expression, expression, all showed a strong aura of refusal to be thousands of miles away, yet standing so close to him, he didn't take half a step back, even as if he was planning something .

Ning Xiumao was slightly taken aback.

In front of me is no longer the child who floated out of the dark awkwardly and desperately pretended to be a little adult and said "I'm already seventeen" at him; You can't touch me" boy anymore.

Hatred once stopped him from growing up, and he could only be a child who hid in the corner and drew a prison for himself, who would not listen, see, or speak.

Now it is also hatred that makes him grow up suddenly, like the sword's edge is just opened, the cold and stern temperament on his body, but suddenly makes people feel that he is looking up to the world, like a murderous soldier who has been honed for many years and finally sharpened. no regrets.

"Ning Xiumao."

Qingtong suddenly raised her face.

It is true that in terms of height, he still needs to look up at the person in front of him, but in his eyes, there is no longer any inferiority complex of these years or the pride that he had many years ago, but only a dark silence.

At that moment, the figure that hadn't fully grown was actually hard to see through, just like the unwavering emotions evoked in his hoarse voice.

"You have said more than once that you like me. Is this so-called liking just a joke or is it due to guilt at my father or——are you serious?"

This sword is aggressive, and the first thing it points at is the man who always makes him contradictory and painful. The joy and anticipation in his memory, as well as the pain and sorrow he has suffered because of it, all come from him.

When Ning Xiumao was looked at like this, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his body.

In fact, Qixian and Qingtong, who are like masters and servants, like relatives and friends, are really similar in certain encounters, but they chose a completely different path to go.

The seven strings are like water, like a trickle at the beginning, hiding the icy huge waves under the surface of the lake, and the vortex that makes people willing to sink, the colder, the more trembling, the more impermanent, the more curious, the colder, the more intriguing. It makes people want to boil it, and it boils out of a beautiful shape.

But Qingtong is fire, a flickering spark buried in the ashes of the residual heat for a long time, after a violent collision, the flame suddenly rekindles, and then the flames are raging, burning everything and devouring everything, and will not hesitate to fight everything All things perish to ashes.

However, the feeling of being extremely cold and burning to the extreme is actually the same goal, both of which cannot be controlled.

He raised his head, looked into Ning Xiumao's eyes, called his name, and asked such a question without changing his expression.

Ning Xiumao leaned slightly, looked at Qingtong at the same level, "Xiao Qingtong, I never lie, so naturally I like you."

Probably because the previous image was too deeply rooted in people's hearts, even though he spoke very seriously, it still made people feel frivolous.

Fortunately, for Qingtong, whether this man is frivolous or not is completely unimportant. He looked like I understood, but lowered his eyelashes, "You really don't lie, but you just like to hide part of the truth properly. , For example, you naturally like me, of course it is because of more guilt."

If Mr. Qixian is here now, Ning Xiumao would really like to fight with him, what's the point of teaching/teaching the people around him to be so smart?Children nowadays are really not easy to lie to.

"Xiao Qingtong, actually this—"

"It's not important." Qingtong interrupted Ning Xiumao's words, took it up by herself, and looked back at him, "I don't care about why, Ning Xiumao, Wen Nianyuan likes my son, so he can die for him, how about you? "

"Of course I don't want to." Ning Xiumao sighed, his face full of helplessness, his family's dazed little Qingtong will become so sharp, it really is... the cause and effect caused by him.

The expression on his face gradually became gentle, Ning Xiumao reached out and raised Qingtong's face, "If I die, who will take care of you in the future, so I have to keep this life no matter what."

It is really not suitable for him to do such a thing as dying or living. He has been in a high position for a long time, and he has been in the temple and the rivers and lakes. People like them are best at weighing the pros and cons in everything, and are the best at making choices.

He is different from Wen Nianyuan, Qingtong, and even Qixian, these pure people, the place he is in cannot tolerate purity.

If Qingtong wants him to die now, no matter what, it will be of no benefit to anyone, and it will be in vain for the opponent. Of course, it can also relieve the young man's anger for a while, but in the long run, it will not be beneficial.

Qingtong let him maintain this ambiguous posture, neither turned his head, nor patted his hands away, didn't care about Ning Xiumao's teasing at all, and didn't get angry for his answer, just nodded perfunctorily, " That is to say, you are willing to do anything for me except death?"

"Huh? What do you want me to do?"

"You will ask this question every day in the future. Now, I want you to stay away from me."

"..." Ning Xiumao felt quite a headache. This anti-customer was really exciting. What's more, no matter what kind of expression the child put on, he felt that he was terribly pleasing to others.

He couldn't help but wanted to see more of his expressions and listen to more of his words, so he smiled and said in a rather daydreaming voice: "Xiao Qingtong, you must not forget that you have mentioned so many conditions. How could there be no exchange? I like you, and you have to...give me something to win over this love, right?"

This implication is very subtle, it is obvious but also somewhat obscure, but it is obscure but brings out some lively/colorful/scented/scented color/gas from between the lines.

The young man looked up at him, his face remained unchanged, then he raised his hand to his chest, tugged at the front of his clothes, and went to untie his belt. He didn't say a word during the whole process, but his movements were not at all sluggish, full of excitement. The oppressive temptation of "you come and take it yourself".

Yes, temptation.

It's not that Ning Xiumao has never seen beauties. In fact, he has seen too many beauties, such as fat, swallows and thin, beautiful and wise, ladies from all walks of life, jade from a small family, valiant and heroic... From the imperial city to the court to the market to the rivers and lakes, he has seen all kinds of beauties. Countless beauties of all kinds.

Even Mei Ruhua, the number one beauty in Jianghu back then, had met once.

Not to mention far away, even if it is close in front of your eyes, although Qixian is a man, his complexion is definitely not something that can be described at first glance.

In terms of appearance, Qingtong is pretty and handsome, her stature is not very tall, and her voice is even less pleasant. Although the undressing is done simply, she doesn't understand what amorous feelings are at all, and she is a bit reckless .

But it was such a jerky and stubborn appearance that made Ning Xiumao a little dazed, and couldn't help but move his eyes slightly.

Smiling silently, Ning Xiumao stretched out his hand to hold Qingtong's hand that was about to untie his shirt, and suddenly said, "Silly boy."

Then I passed by him and walked towards the door. The figure against the light made people feel close and far away at that moment. Maybe I won’t help you, but you should save your clothes until one day in the future, when you really like someone, then take them off.”

Ning Xiumao left.

Ning Xiumao walked away.

Qingtong finally let out a breath slowly, and then the entire straight back was unloaded, a tired and nervous expression appeared on the face, and complex lights flickered in the eyes.

He held on for so long just now that he almost thought that his whole body was going to be numb. Even when he reached out to take off his clothes, he couldn't even feel the trembling of his fingertips.

It's just seduction... Besides, it's a miracle that he can still seduce with such a lust.

He knew that even if he walked out of his own prison and faced the tragic past of the Liu family, at his age, he would only do light work, and it was already too difficult to practice martial arts, and the hope of becoming a top master was even more slim.

Even if it only takes a moment to mature psychologically, in the world of life, one must be bound by the physical body. Otherwise, why would those people who cultivated immortality in Fangwai always want to get rid of their mortal wombs.

Because of being tired.

Indeed, as Ning Xiumao said, it is impossible for him to really let Ning Xiumao die now. Those murderers, except for Ning Xiumao, are still making waves in the dark, and with his own ability, It is really too difficult.

It's just that Qingtong didn't expect that when Ning Xiumao made the request, he could really do that.

He knows how exciting Qixian is when he seduces others, but when he does it himself, he just feels like a rock.

I have struggled a long time ago whether I should hold Ning Xiumao like this, I have thought about it countless times, but I still did it so stupidly, so stupidly so hopelessly, what's more, why did Ning Xiumao hold him down? hand, and when he left, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Slowly closing the open front of his chest and fastening the belt bit by bit, he tilted his head, thinking about something silently, and then slowly concealed himself in the darkness.

Ye Jiuxiao... Thunder Mountain Villa... that woman... Young Master He Ning - both said that there was something strange about Thunder Mountain Villa, but it was not related to Thunder Mountain Villa, but it must have something to do with that woman.

Maybe she knew better, maybe, he should go see her.

The author has something to say: Hug your thighs and thank Miss Yifeng for her rocket launcher and for throwing mines into "The Road to Marriage"!I'm blowing up the dead body (ˉ(∞)ˉ)chirp

Xiao Qingtong's blackness is full of domineering arrogance, uncle, you can't stand it at your age XDDDD