The light snow in the Dongyi Demon Realm turned into a heavy snowfall.
Feng Xuan’s rabbit fur cloak had fallen.
He still maintained the posture of holding Qi Zhuoyu.
However, the control had shifted from him to the big devil, and it wasn’t his illusion, Qi Zhuoyu was holding him tighter and tighter, that he was a bit out of breath.
Even at this point, Feng Xuan still had the mind to be distracted.
He didn’t expect that what he saw in those novels, where the male protagonist held the female protagonist as if he wanted to crush the female lead and embed her into his chest, was actually true.
Novels are based on reality, it didn’t deceive him.
Wait, why did he have to be the female lead?
If the big devil didn’t let go, Feng Xuan felt that he was really going to suffocate.
Then he tugged at Qi Zhuoyu’s hair, reminding him, “Senior brother, you’re holding me so tight that I can’t breathe.”
Although he told Qi Zhuoyu that it was okay to cry.
But Qi Zhuoyu was the kind of person who would rather bleed dry than shed a tear, he was the ultimate straight man among straight men who took pride in his face.
Of course, it was impossible for him to really cry in his arms just because he said a few words.
When Qi Zhuoyu raised his head, even his eyes weren’t red.
Feng Xuan could only feel that after he quietly held him for a while, his mood seemed to be not so bad.
But when he raised his head, his brows furrowed again, “Just holding for a while.”
He seemed to be very dissatisfied with his lack of cultivation.
Feng Xuan couldn’t refute him at all.
After all, he was just a salted fish, he could say that he had a bit of affection for his Dao companion, but not much.
It was the kind that was exhausted when taken and used up.
Sure enough, although Qi Zhuoyu let go of him, he criticized him with a fatherly air, “Your cultivation is poor, and so is your breath.”
He disdained, “Just a hug and not okay, yet you dare to boast about kissing Senior Brother to death.”
…How did the topic come back to this?
If Qi Zhuoyu wanted to argue with him, Feng Xuan was not a salted fish.
He immediately retorted, “Why not? Kissing can exchange breath, okay!”
“You retort quickly, can you do it?” Qi Zhuoyu asked casually.
“I can learn if I can’t.” Feng Xuan was completely unaware of anything wrong, immersed in arguing, “Senior Brother said it so solemnly, do you really know how?”
“Senior Brother doesn’t know.” Qi Zhuoyu continued, gave him a glance, and smiled, “Why don’t Xiao Qi learn and teach me?”
The words Feng Xuan wanted to say stopped abruptly, and a question mark slowly emerged from his head.
Qi Zhuoyu’s smooth continuous set of words directly flirted with him from beginning to end.
After realizing this, almost without any warning.
Feng Xuan’s ears instantly turned red, which was particularly noticeable in the white snowy night.
Compared to being shameless, he seemed to be a bit inferior.
Seeing that Qi Zhuoyu was not only talented in cultivation, but also unparalleled in thick-skinned.
But after such a distraction, the heavy atmosphere that had been surrounding the two of them suddenly dissipated a lot.
Feng Xuan was silent for a few seconds, changed the topic, and his gaze fell on the lamp that had fallen on the ground, “You knocked my lamp down.”
The Dongyi Demon Realm was in eternal night all year round, and it was almost always snowing.
The visibility on the road was very low, Feng Xuan had prepared a carved lamp when he came.
Now the carved lamp fell on the ground, coupled with the snowy weather, it was difficult to move forward.
Feng Xuan quietly glanced at the road down the mountain, which was so long that he couldn’t see the end.
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him, raised his eyebrows, “What to do then, Senior Brother carries you down the mountain?”
To be honest, Feng Xuan was shamefully moved at this moment.
After all, it’s not like he hasn’t been held by Qi Zhuoyu, he really doesn’t want to walk.
But for some reason, he thought of Qi Zhuoyu’s extremely low mood just now.
Forget it, this god is not a person who completely ignores the face, so he won’t add fuel to the fire for the big devil.
Feng Xuan was very determined, “I can walk by myself.”
“Really walk by yourself?” Qi Zhuoyu was very surprised at this.
It seemed that he didn’t expect this delicate little ancestor to have such a hard time.
It couldn’t be that he had flirted too much just now, could it?
Feng Xuan took the extinguished lamp from Qi Zhuoyu’s hand, hesitated for a moment, and still explained, “Senior Brother, you are not in a good mood today, I don’t need you to hold me.”
After thinking about it, he added hesitantly, “…But in the future, if I can’t walk, I still need to be held.”
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him, as if he didn’t expect him to be for this reason.
After a while, he said, “No.”
His tone was a bit teasing, making Feng Xuan feel like he was coaxing a child.
“Isn’t it said by some people that if Senior Brother carries him down the mountain from the underground palace, he would be the best Senior Brother in the world.”
Qi Zhuoyu just calmly recounted Feng Xuan’s psychological activities in the underground palace without missing a word.
Feng Xuan: “…”
Very good, big devil.
You better really can’t read minds.
Qi Zhuoyu spoke, “If Senior Brother doesn’t carry you, wouldn’t he fail to be the best Senior Brother in the world?”
Feng Xuan: “.”
Feng Xuan really felt like he had lifted a rock and smashed his own foot.
His embarrassed head was about to fall off, and he remained silent.
Qi Zhuoyu stared at him for a while, then inexplicably laughed.
Then he reached out and took the extinguished carved lamp from his hand.
And then naturally took Feng Xuan’s hand.
Because of the height difference, although both of their hands were fair and slender, Qi Zhuoyu’s joints were more distinct, and his palms were larger.
Just enough to wrap his hand in his palm, just holding it was not enough, in the few seconds that Feng Xuan was stunned, it changed from holding hands to fingers interlocking.
His palm was dry and hot.
So hot that Feng Xuan felt the heat on his cheeks rise a lot.
It wasn’t until he was led to walk two steps that Feng Xuan spoke, his voice a bit stumbling, “Senior Brother. I can actually walk by myself, you don’t need to hold me.”
Although the snow mountain road was slippery, but Feng Xuan was in the Golden Core stage after all, he could see the road a few meters ahead.
Walking like this…this is too much like a pair of ordinary lovers.
In their plastic Dao companion setting, does it also include walking hand in hand with fingers interlocked?
“Mm, you don’t need to.” Qi Zhuoyu didn’t let go, “But Senior Brother needs to.”
Feng Xuan: “?”
Qi Zhuoyu spoke very naturally, “The lamp is extinguished, it’s too dark in front, can’t see the road, need Xiao Qi to lead Senior Brother to walk.”
Feng Xuan: “…”
You, a big devil, unknown how much your cultivation surpasses the God Transformation Stage, have the face to say this?!
Isn’t it that as long as you want, your divine consciousness can cover the entire Dongyi Demon Realm, and now you’re telling me you can’t see the road five meters ahead?!
Feng Xuan felt that the lie he was pulling was really low-level, he could expose it in minutes.
But it was also him, knowing clearly that this was a lie that could be exposed immediately, but his mouth was like being glued and couldn’t open.
So much so that he walked a long way, walked until he changed his mind.
In his heart, he thought very guiltily: maybe, perhaps, possibly, the big devil really can’t see the road ahead.
After all, his aesthetic has always been blind, it seems to be excusable.
It was unknown how long it took, the snow in Dongyi got heavier and heavier, and the sky was also gloomy.
Feng Xuan’s voice came to his ears, as if he had struggled for a long time before he made up his mind to speak, “Senior Brother, although you didn’t carry me, but you also led me down the mountain, so you can be the second best Senior Brother in the world.”
Qi Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
Feng Xuan’s head was buried low, focusing on pinching the brocade bag on his waist, as if it was the most fun thing in the world.
Qi Zhuoyu suddenly asked, “Then who’s the best?”
Feng Xuan paused for a moment, and his muffled voice came from the rabbit fur cloak, “The best is, next time the Senior Brother who holds me.”
The road down the mountain seemed shorter than the road up.
Looking at the mountain, it seemed like it would never end, but they arrived in less than a quarter of an hour.
It made Feng Xuan suspect that he had descended a fake mountain.
And after going down the mountain, it seemed that Qi Zhuoyu didn’t need to lead him anymore.
The moment their hands just let go.
Inexplicably, a sense of loss spread from his heart.
But his bad mood came and went quickly.
When they arrived at the gate of the Demon Palace, Feng Xuan’s gaze was attracted by the palace.
In fact, he had seen many grand and towering palaces.
Not to mention the Daming Palace in Chang’an City, just his own Qifeng Palace was already extremely luxurious.
The reason why he was interested in the Demon Palace was largely because Qi Zhuoyu had lived here when he was a child.
As Feng Xuan walked, some strange images popped up in his mind, such as this man with a gloomy and brutal heart, his living room was basically black and white, cold and cruel!
Equipped with a butler who said, ‘It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the young master laugh so happily.’
And a demon doctor friend who was on call.jpg
When they arrived at the palace where Qi Zhuoyu lived when he was a child and pushed open the old door.
It was completely different from the scene he had imagined, although it was not the kind of decoration that only had black and white, but it was also clear and cold, it could only be seen as a woman’s room.
Probably because, the Dongyi Demon Clan was defeated too early.
When Qi Zhuoyu lived here, he was only four or five years old, so he basically lived with Yuan Luo.
The palace was almost full of traces of Yuan Luo’s life, the step bed, the dressing mirror, the only thing that was a bit warm, was the “Fu” character for welcoming New Year’s Eve on the window lattice.
It didn’t look like it was cut by Yuan Luo herself, Feng Xuan’s impression of her was still stuck in the dream, that woman with affectionate eyebrows but melancholy.
She was not happy to marry Rahu.
Even less likely to spend time cutting this kind of “Fu” character to welcome New Year’s Eve. (TL:福=blessing; happiness)
