Han Dan

Gu Qingmian was stunned for a moment.He kept his head tilted and looked at the person in the mirror without moving.

Suddenly, there was a sound of opening the door, and Gu Qingmian put the mirror on the table.His heart was beating like a drum, but his mind was clear.Just like when Baijianzhong saw Zitang for the first time, one was fire and the other was ice, making him caught in a dilemma.

There were footsteps, accompanied by Zitang's voice: "Something happened to Cheng Zhou, he has to leave first."

Gu Qingmian heard herself laughing and asking: "How did the senior come back?"

His voice seemed to be stripped of his body, as if he lived in this shell, listening to this shell and laughing without knowing what it meant.

This smile is not a good one.

He thought to himself, it seemed a little too deliberate.

"How can I come back? Naturally, I will walk back." Zichen didn't notice it, walked up to him, and sat down, "I will make a few more Juling Powder for me so that I can maintain my human form."

He curled his lips, poured a cup of tea and drank it down: "The current junior is really amazing, even I dare to try."

Gu Qingmian smiled.

Well, he tried every means to hide it from Gu Sanqing, but Yun Changli tried it out.

Gu Qingmian nodded.He added another cup of tea to Zichen, and said with a smile, "The junior is going to practice now."

Zitang: "Don't be in a hurry. I'm asking you something——"

But Gu Qingmian interrupted him: "Senior, this promise cannot be accepted by this junior."

Zitang was stunned.Gu Qingmian reached out, touched her hair, and removed the red string little by little.He took it apart very slowly, making it difficult to tell whether the knot was too complicated or because he was reluctant to break it.Eventually, he put the bow on the table almost completely.What a beautiful butterfly, Zitang's demon power flows on it, and the wings of the butterfly are shining brightly.

Zitang smiled narrowly: "Why, it doesn't look good?"

Gu Qingmian said: "Senior, you know what this means—some promises cannot be given casually."

Zitang stared at Gu Qingmian and said, "You have met Jiang Qing, you should know that I never make random promises."

"A promise is a promise, and a commitment is a commitment. In the next 1000, 1, and tens of millions of years, as long as this seat is still there, this promise will not change."

"The mountain has no mausoleum, and the river is exhausted. The winter thunder shakes, and the summer rains and snows. When the heaven and the earth unite, you dare to break with the king." Zichen stood up and stood in front of him. If ordinary people can't give it, this seat can. As long as you dare to accept it, this seat will definitely dare to give it."

Gu Qingmian was still sitting on the chair at the moment, and within his line of sight was Zichen's waist and abdomen.The clear robe was stained with a layer of water mist, carrying the bone-chilling chill from Mingyu, and accompanied by the long years, it weighed down heavily, making one's heart tremble.

Gu Qingmian didn't reply, he closed his eyes.However, Zitang's demon power penetrates everywhere, flowing around like water.The man's fingers pressed against his shoulder, and he could feel the strength through his robe.Zitang said word by word: "I didn't want to push so hard, but thinking of Jiang Qing, I dare not not push."

How many times did Jiang Qing tell him that he was too impatient and not good.How many times did Jiang Qing say that he has such a long lifespan, everything should be done slowly, slowly—how slow?He was finally afraid. He was afraid that if he didn't say anything for a day, he would have to wait for the rest of his life.Jiang Qing could still spend the rest of his life, but what about him?There is no end to the rest of his life.

"If you are willing to go back to the sword mound with me, we will stay in the sword mound; if you don't want to, then I will accompany you outside. After the sword mound is opened, we will go back to guard the sword mound. You enter a reincarnation I will look for you once, once you drink Meng Po soup, I will look for you once, life after life, life after life, how about it?"

Gu Qingmian lowered her eyes, refused to look directly at him, and repeated word by word: "Senior, this promise cannot be accepted by this junior."

Zichen was stunned.He let go and said: "Really?" Then he turned around: "Since you don't want to, then forget it. Get up tomorrow and send me back to the sword mound—"

However, his sleeves tightened - Gu Qingmian pulled his sleeve robe, and Zichen sneered, "What are you doing?"

He turned his head sideways: "This seat has never been difficult for others, you don't have to worry—"

Before the words finished, Gu Qingmian hugged him.He buried his head in his back and took a deep breath.Zitang pulled him away and squeezed his wrist: "What do you mean?"

Gu Qingmian raised his eyes, Zitang couldn't tell what kind of eyes it was for a moment - fierce, decisive, desperate, almost like Gu Chaoge in the illusion.Zitang's heart was shocked, his intuition was not good: "Confused, what are you doing without telling me?"

Gu Qingmian laughed suddenly, and then said ruthlessly: "I hope Senior will remember what you promised today."

He pulled Zichen over and kissed his lips.Jade Demon's lips were thin and cold, they were finely ground, pried open, and penetrated.Zitang's whole body was frozen into a piece of ice, and he didn't know how to move.

"Oh——" Gu Qingmian let go of him, spit out a word meaningfully, and glanced at him meaningfully, seeing that Zichen's redness started from the base of his ears, and spread with his eyes.Gu Qingmian teased him: "Senior is of such a high level, how does it feel to be forced instead of being pushed?"

Zitang glared at him.

That stare was exasperated, but it was so beautiful, so it only made Gu Qingmian's heart itch.

Gu Qingmian laughed loudly, and with a backhand swipe, several talismans flew out, surrounding the barrier.He took Jade Demon's hand, inserted one finger after another, and finally interlocked his fingers.He chuckled low in his ear.He kissed his earlobe, bit his neck.Zitang wanted to break away from him and ask carefully, but he was afraid of hurting him, so he could only say: "You want—hiss—"

Gu Qingmian pressed him onto the bed.Zitang felt that he was caught off guard, as if the yellow sand dried up one second, and the next moment the flood submerged.During the ups and downs, he was suspicious, turned over, and grabbed Gu Qingmian's twitching hand: "What's the matter with you? Since you don't like me, don't mess with me—"

Gu Qingmian stopped, he raised his eyes and looked at him deeply.Gu Qingmian seldom had such a serious moment, he just stared at him like this, and said in a low voice: "I like it, why don't I like it?"

Why don't you like it, I like it so much.

love it.

Thousands of words can't be said, just like the little bit of goodness, the momentary palpitations, piled up, dripping, and piled up mountains and rivers, flowing into a vast ocean.

He treats him well, respects him, supports him.He remembers everything he said, everything he did.He seems to have great powers, he seems to be omnipotent, he seems to want to protect him all the time, but he can let go and tell him to go on happily and recklessly.

He accepted his evil as well as his good. He stood at the junction of Yin and Yang, waiting impatiently but patiently.

With such a heart in front of your eyes, who wouldn't want it?

Why not?

"It's just that this promise is too heavy - junior -" He chuckled a few times, "It doesn't matter, I agreed. I agreed."

He repeated it twice, and kissed him again.He was chanting his name: "Zichen——Zichen——" He repeated it one after another, and kept saying it in a low voice, as if he wanted to engrave these two words into his soul and bring them into his heart. reincarnation.It's like having these two words in your mouth, so that Meng Po soup can't wash it off.

Zitang was so kissed by him that he couldn't recover, so he simply slashed the curtain with a ray of spiritual power.

The sun is getting late, and the bright moon is rising.

The clothes were taken off one by one, and they fell to the ground with soft singing, kissing and laughing.The blue mist is misty, and the red butterfly is sad.Clouds come and go, lingering and entangled endlessly.

Hibiscus warms the tent, and the spring night is short.

The author has something to say:

Gu Qingmian said to Gu San: "Sweetheart, who doesn't exist, doesn't have—"

#Congratulations muddled, successfully brought into a double-standard party by the ancestors of Yu#

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Thanks to ordinary people and Xia Lafei for their mines~

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I feel like it's almost over~