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Chapter 76
Chen Qiao was drowsy, and there was a string in his mind that was always tense, clamoring to wake up, but his upper and lower eyelids were very tightly stuck and he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried.
But there was a strange heat coming from his lips, as if something was invading and raging. He struggled for a while, and a faint moan came out of his mouth, and finally he barely opened his eyes.
The fire burned for the middle of the night and gradually weakened. The body was held in the arms and touched through the clothes and skin, which made people feel a kind of laziness that emanated from their bones. They would rather sleep until the end of time.
Chen Qiao suddenly felt almost breathless, but the pressure did not come from internal injuries in his chest, but from his mouth and nose.
"The head of Xuandu Mountain, but he can't even exhale or inhale. I'm afraid it will make people laugh when it comes out?" The teasing voice came, as if it was far and near, but in fact it was just in his ears. The two of them faced each other's tongue was withdrawing from their slightly opened mouths. They slowly kissed Shen Qiao's lips, then they slightly opened the distance, pinched his left and right cheeks and pulled them to the side. "Are you stupid?"
The confused and confused eyes finally poured into his mind bit by bit. Chen Qiao slapped Yan Wushi with a palm, and the latter yelled and pulled away: "A Qiao, I am Xie Ling!"
Chen Qiao stopped and stared at him with a frown.
Yan Wushi came up and hugged him, and said softly: "I am Xie Ling, can you recognize him?"
Chen Qiao said nothing, raised his hand and wanted to slap him again.
Yan Wushi was very clear and his hands were almost holding his hand, and said in surprise: "You are sleeping in a daze, so Xie Ling is also hit?"
Chen Qiao was not angry: "How could Xie Ling call me A Qiao!"
Yan Wushi burst out laughing: "Yes, I forgot that he called you beautiful brother, but I can't call this name. I didn't expect that you were kind-hearted but took advantage of me for so long. When I heard Xie Ling call you, did he not show his face but was very happy in his heart?"
Chen Qiao turned his head and said, "Nothing is true!"
Yan Wushi kissed him on the side face, and stopped when the other party had time to have an attack, which was three feet away from him.
Chen Qiao wanted to get up, but because of the internal injury, he covered his chest and coughed for a long time before the pain slowly recovered.
He could only say angrily: "When is it now? You still have it, you still have it!"
Yan Wushi couldn't help laughing: "A Qiao, you are so cute, you can't even curse! What does it mean to be so? I'll teach you, this is called being full and warm and thinking about lust!"
The beauty's face turned red due to anger and severe cough, her eyes were dizzy and wet, and the light was flowing under the fire, and she wanted to fall. In Yan Wushi's eyes, she was full of beauty and natural beauty, and she could eat with her beauty. Unfortunately, she can only watch but not eat it now.
After discovering that Yan Wushi deliberately made him angry and had fun, Chen Qiao slowly calmed down: "If you anger me again, my injuries will heal slowly. If someone chased me along the way, I may not be able to protect you."
Yan Wushi smiled and said, "That's okay, I have my own tricks."
Chen Qiao was puzzled: "What a clever plan?"
Yan Wushi: "Didn't you pretend to be a woman's clothing last time? This method is very good. This time, it would be better if we both pretended to be a woman's clothing together and took a carriage to visit Hanzhong for a fake job. We would definitely be able to hide the truth."
When Chen Qiao heard this, he knew that he must still remember the last revenge.
Although the other party's illness had not recovered last time and he was dressed in women's clothing as "Xie Ling", it was impossible for Yan Wushi to not notice the same body.
Chen Qiao blinked and said to him: "How are you in good health?"
Yan Wushi: "You want to ask me what happened to Xie Ling?"
Chen Qiao was silent for a moment and nodded softly.
He suddenly remembered his dream. The first half was Master. Maybe it was because of his chest injury that he dreamed of Master putting a stone on him. It was both weird and funny. But after all, it may not be because he missed Master too much in his heart. In the past, practicing martial arts was hard, but Master's protection was like a towering tree, covering up all the people's hearts outside. When he experienced many obstacles, he remembered the past and missed the old days more and more. At that time, Master was still there, and his brothers were close to each other as close as brothers and feet. Apart from the advancement of martial arts, he no longer had to worry about anything else. He was really carefree and had no worries.
As for the second half of the dream, it is nothing more than a reflection of life afterwards. Various characters appear one after another, and finally leave him with the only one who can still recall after he wakes up.
Yan Wushi asked, "A Qiao, do you hope Xie Ling is still there, or Xie Ling is not there?"
"Xie Ling" was originally a temperament that was split only by Yan Wushi's devil. If he was still there for a day, it would naturally prove that Yan Wushi had not been completely cured.
Seeing that he seemed to have no idea how to answer, Yan Wushi smiled softly: "If it were the former, it would really disappoint you. Although I have not completely repaired the flaws of the demonic heart, my temperament changes caused by the devil's devil have been suppressed. From now on, there will be no Xie Ling in this world."
Chen Qiao was slightly stunned, and no longer spoke, but a sad feeling slowly emerged in his eyes.
He hugged the outer clothes covered with his body and sat blankly, as if he was lonely and helpless, pitiful and cute.
However, Yan Wushi knew very well that under such a weak appearance, he was a hard bone that would never bend his eyebrows no matter how sad the wind and rain were.
If it were the past, he would have been malicious and attempted to peel off the man's shell layer by layer to see if the tender flesh hidden inside was still as broken as before.
But now, a trace of indescribable strangeness surged in his heart.
Even though "Xie Ling" was strangled, did he still leave a mark of unwillingness in his heart?
Yan Wushi sneered secretly, but even if that was the use, Chen Qiao you liked sooner or later will forget your existence, and you will never be able to get close to him again.
Chen Qiao didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he sighed softly and said one sentence: "I'm tired, I'll sleep for a while."
He lay down in a depressed state, his clothes were thin, and his body, which was slightly afraid of the cold because he was sick, curled up slightly, and his back was facing Yan Wushi, unable to see his expression.
Yan Wushi walked over, but the other party did not respond.
He reached out and touched it. Although Chen Qiao slapped it open, his fingertips were still slightly wet.
"Are you crying?" Yan Wushi was a little incredible, "What's the point worth crying about? Xie Ling is just a trace of remnant soul, and even no one can talk about it."
Chen Qiao said depressedly: "To you, he is a remnant soul, but to me, he is a person who has existed."
Yan Wushi laughed and said, "It's because of his behavior of turning around underground to come back to find you?"
Chen Qiao ignored him.
In Yan Wushi's opinion, among all his previous temperaments, Xie Ling was the weakest to be bullied, and he was the least like him. Who knew that Chen Qiao actually liked this temperament the most?
Thinking of this, he looked unhappy and smiled slightly: "You are so weak, and you also said that you will become my opponent in the future and fight me. If you have such a state of mind, you will never be able to reach the top of martial arts."
After a long period of silence, Chen Qiao suddenly said, "What does Master Yan think of the top of martial arts? Is it my master Qi Feng Pavilion, Cui Youwang, or Tao Hongjing?"
When he was called Xie Ling, he was gentle and affectionate. Now he was close to him, but he was a sentimental master Yan.
Yan Wushi refused to be happy and said coldly: "No matter how high their martial arts are, I am afraid they will not be able to be called the top."
It would be too overestimating to say this sentence by others, but before Yan Wushi was obsessed with the three of them, he seemed to be different from that of the three of them, and he was indeed qualified to say this sentence.
Chen Qiao: "Yes, martial arts are endless, so how can I reach the top? Although I am not talented, I know that weak temperament has nothing to do to the present. Sect Master Yan has the Tao of Sect Master Yan, and I also have my Tao. Do not do to others what I do not want others to do to my old friends. I mourn my old friends and feel sad for my old friends. What do you have to do to Master Yan? Please respect yourself."
But after a few days of knowing each other, I didn’t even know why Xie Ling called Xie Ling, but he became an old friend?
Yan Wushi sneered in his heart, but the frost on his face disappeared, and he said in a warm voice: "Okay, you and I depend on each other here, just chatting, why are you so angry?"
Chen Qiao replied that he was to pull the outer skirt up and cover it with his head, indicating that he refused to communicate.
Yan Wushi: "..."
No words all night.
The next day, Chen Qiao got up very early. When he woke up, Yan Wushi had already washed up from the stream in the cave. Seeing him looking at him, he smiled and said, "A Qiao, lend me the mountains and rivers and the sword of sadness."
He looked gentle and was in a very good mood, just as the unhappiness of last night had never happened.
Chen Qiao said vigilantly: "Your bird's hair was not shaved yesterday, but I still had some abdominal pain after eating it."
Yan Wushi said, "That's because I found that bird feathers need to be pulled by hand. I will definitely not use them to shave the bird feathers this time."
Chapter completed!