Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Looking at Qingtong in his arms who was too shocked to resist or just stiffened, Ning Xiumao patted him on the back and shook his head, "What kind of night watch, that's an adult's business."

He clicked his tongue, with a disapproving expression on his face, "Children should sleep well, otherwise they will not grow taller in the future."

The young man felt that the man was imprisoning him, and the voice floated so close, it still had the aftertaste of laughter, but for some reason, it suddenly made people hear a little warmth.

The blood, chill and hostility have faded away.

At that moment, Qingtong felt at a loss as if time had passed by, and he returned to the courtyard of Liu's family back then. He looked up at the kind young man and smiled as if he was holding a warm sun.

Afterwards, the wind and snow poured into his face, and he wandered and fled for many years. He thought he would never feel that ray of sunshine again.

It is true that Ning Xiumao today is not the same as that day.

But it turned out that there was such a similar time.

It seemed that he was just in a trance, and when Qingtong came back to his senses, he had already been put into the soft bedding. Ning Xiumao half-bent, stood in front of the bed and looked at him, seeing his clear eyes, wide-eyed Covering his eyes with palms, "Sleep."

Qingtong struggled a bit, feeling that something was wrong, he was no longer the child of that year, and Ning Xiumao was not a kind big brother, but... his enemy.

He should be like what he decided in Wudang Mountain, he can use his strength, use him, even seduce him, but he shouldn't be so weak...

Feeling Qingtong's eyes that were still moving restlessly under his palm, Ning Xiumao whistled, "What, you think the bed is cold? Would you like me to warm you up?"

Hearing a rustle of clothes, as if Ning Xiumao really wanted to take off his clothes, Qingtong finally compromised, and fell limp in the quilt, forced to relax his whole body.

He sighed softly in his heart, he didn't know if it was because of comfort or something else, after all, lying under the quilt like this, really... It's been many years.

In fact, I really want to sleep, but I am afraid of the nightmare that visits every night. In the nightmare, there is nothing and everything.

So many ghosts and monsters.

But maybe—forget it, don't think about it, Qingtong slowly, slowly let go of her own complicated thoughts, letting her body sink uncontrollably.

It wasn't until he felt that the other party's breathing gradually became steady and long, and his eyes stopped moving around, and he was completely asleep, that Ning Xiumao withdrew his hand, but didn't take back his gaze.

Looking at the person on the bed, he can still be brave at ordinary times, but now he is asleep, and he looks more and more like a child. The Xiaotuanzi, who was so proud and cute back then, has become like this now.

"Xiao Jun, I owe your Liu family more and more." Ning Xiumao sighed, turned around, moved a chair and sat by the window, looking at the sky full of stars.

The stars and the moon have been silent forever, shining through the long night.

But at this moment, in the room at the end of the corridor, Qixian, who had taken off his coat, was half lying on the bed, with his head propped up, and what he was playing with in his hand was Ye Leiting's Thunder Sword.

Wen Nianyuan checked the entire inn and its surroundings one by one, focusing on the formation he had set up, and found nothing suspicious, let alone anyone who was secretly watching them, so he returned to the room with doubts .

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qixian's gaze fell on the scabbard, his eyes revealing deep thought.

Wen Nianyuan strode forward and pressed on the hilt of the sword. Wen Nianyuan looked down at him, "Didn't you say you were sleepy?"

Qixian blinked, and looked through the gaps between Wen Nianyuan's five fingers, still lingering on the scabbard, until Wen Nianyuan had the tendency to take the sword away, and then pressed Wen Nianyuan's fingers with an "eh".

"Do you think brother Ye is stupid?" he asked.

Wen Nianyuan's eyes were dim. In his room, on his bed, his man was talking about another man in a dreamy voice. It really didn't look like a wonderful thing.

"No." Even so, it is impossible for him to say that Ye Leiting is stupid against his will, that man is really a character.

Even not long ago, they were the two most popular figures in Jianghu who were as famous as Mr. Qi Xian, the dream lover and dream husband candidate of Jianghu chivalrous women.

How long has it been since one became a public enemy of the world and was hunted down, and the other is simply missing, life and death are unknown, and the world is impermanent, which really makes people feel a lot of emotion.

Qixian opened Wen Nianyuan's fingers one by one, and looked at the hilt of the sword again, "Then do you think Brother Ye will leave any news on this sword?"

Wen Nianyuan couldn't answer this, because he was not Ye Leiting, but if he was, maybe... no.

If he was in a dangerous situation and could only rely on this method to send messages for help, he would definitely not do so, because it meant that his situation at that time must be very dangerous, and the last thing he wanted was to see Qi Xian Step into the trap.

So he won't.

But that was his idea, Ye Leiting's words, it should be possible, but he didn't know where the sword would be taken or who it would be handed over to, so even if he left any clues, it should be very cryptic.

The man on the bed looked at the scabbard inch by inch, and yawned inadvertently. Wen Nianyuan suddenly reached out, threw the Thunder Sword on the table, and leaned over to block Qi Xian before he could say anything. lip.

Caressing Qixian's black hair, Wen Nianyuan gently but firmly stopped all his words, robbed the other party's breath, snatched everything from the other party.

It was as if the sparks in the ashes suddenly ignited, and the heat rose rapidly, and Wen Nianyuan's desires that had to be suppressed due to the recent series of events began to rise wildly.

I want to hug, touch, penetrate, possess, and become one with this body in my arms, want to hear him gasp, hear him moan/groan, hear him cry, hear him beg for mercy, want to see him in my arms Next, confused emotion/moving appearance.

Want to see that look of longing on that face, the beautiful words spoken.

The person under him probably also felt his desire quickly, Qixian paused, wrapped his backhand up, and took the initiative to deepen the kiss.

Feeling that Qixian's toes were gently rubbing and teasing her body, Wen Nianyuan's desire/desire was even more surging.

However, at this moment, he let go of the seven strings instead, pressed the other party into the quilt, and looked at him quietly, "You haven't rested for a long time, sleep."

A trace of surprise flashed across Qixian's eyes bent because of a smile, as if he suddenly didn't recognize the person in front of him. After pondering for a while, his eyes fell on Wen Nianyuan's lower body with meaning, and his voice sounded like something fluffy Brushed through Wen Nianyuan's heart.

"Are you... you can't do it?"

"Don't play with fire." Wen Nianyuan still didn't move, just covered Qixian with the quilt, with an upright look on his face, "Go to sleep."

Qixian stared at him for a long while, as if flowers bloomed suddenly on Wen Nianyuan's face, but Wen Nianyuan really stood still like a rock.

He looked at Wen Nianyuan quietly for a while, then closed his eyes silently.

When Qixian seemed to be fast asleep, Wen Nianyuan turned around and walked to the table expressionlessly, poured a cup of herbal tea, drank it up in one gulp, paused, picked up the whole teapot, and drank it down the whole stomach.

He heard his own breathing, trying to suppress something, relying on the use of internal force to forcefully suppress it.

Just as he was recovering a little bit, there was another voice on the bed behind him, lazily, with a tone of complaining and aggrieved.

"cold."

Wen Nianyuan closed his eyes, "Got it." He walked back to the bed as if nothing had happened, took off his coat, and lay down in the bed. Before he could lie down properly, the seven strings had already wrapped around him like a snake, and his whole body was clinging to him.

It is really life-threatening.

He hugged the restless provocative body with his backhand, and heard the person in his arms seem to chuckle, didn't say anything, just hugged him tightly, and said slowly: "Still cold? Go to sleep."

There is only one Liu Xiahui in this world, and Wen Nianyuan definitely doesn't want to when he is still dressed in thick clothes and bloated in winter, let alone that person is still tempting in every possible way.But Qixian probably didn't even notice the faint bruise under his eyes due to the exhaustion of running around these days.

Wen Nianyuan doesn't want to let anyone hurt Qixian, not even himself.

Qixian could feel Wen Nianyuan's slightly rapid breathing, which was in stark contrast to his indifferent behavior. At this moment, he suddenly didn't want to maintain the smile on his face.

Some masks have been worn for so long that they are almost impossible to remove.But now, finally, it doesn't matter.

It’s not bad to have a younger brother, isn’t it? Although he is not well-behaved and obedient at all, and he is not pleasant at all. He eats too well and grows a little taller than his elder brother. After studying for so many years and only practicing martial arts for a few years, his body and limbs are still full. strength.

He almost couldn't breathe.

The two of them probably didn't know how they fell asleep in the end, but they never changed their embracing posture. The unextinguished lights danced on the table. Under the dim light, the Thunder Sword thrown on the table reflected a strange wave. shine.

Wen Nianyuan woke up a little earlier than Qixian, he looked at the peaceful sleeping face close at hand, and was thinking of making something for Qixian for breakfast.

In fact, he can only cook noodles.

He frowned indistinctly, remembering the way Ning Xiumao looked at him with piercing eyes before, he always felt that if he was cooking, Ning Xiumao would also eat Qixian's portion.

That old man is really annoying, no matter how good his cooking skills are, there is no need to be so impatient, he ate the Qixian bowl last time.

...It can only be said that luckily Qixian didn't know what the person next to the pillow was thinking, and Wen Nianyuan didn't realize how Qixian felt about his cooking skills at all.

The man called him "dumb," and in some respects he was right, horribly dull.

However, with Wen Nianyuan's movement, the Qixian beside him seemed to be awakened. He turned around slowly, and he didn't know what he dreamed of. A little dazed and unfocused, he muttered sleepily, "Huh? What time is it now?"

The author has something to say: ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ the second watchman is here~ brother, you are really *strong~ you (*￣(エ)￣)!