Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 289 Embrace

"Could it be that God does not bless our Xuanyin Sect?"

Min Xiao and others who were leaving in the distance looked grim when they saw the beam of light blessed by heaven.

There were some demon cultivators who survived, muttering to themselves, and the emotions in Min Xiao's eyes became more and more obvious. He suddenly made a move, and everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and heard a muffled sound, and saw a head rolling down, blood splattering, and a body fell down not far away, and the blood dyed the area red.

The first direct contact with the demons made the expressions of several cultivators who betrayed the cultivation world change. They did not expect that the other party would attack their own people without saying a word.

Some people felt regretful and held back from doing anything. They did not even dare to wipe the blood that was splattered on their faces. However, they were horrified when they saw the bright red in front of them.

"What do you call this in your human language? Disrupting the morale of the army is a capital crime. Don't you agree?"

Min Xiao smiled, and his sharp claws, which had not yet transformed back, were stained with blood. He licked them gently, and while speaking, his sharp teeth were exposed, which made everyone a little frightened, but they still agreed with him in a trembling voice.

This is tantamount to aiding and abetting a crime. Some people regretted following along for the favors of the Xuanyin Sect. They didn't know whether they would survive or not, but they had already boarded the pirate ship and couldn't get off.

"This operation is full of loopholes. If I hadn't come, you would all have been detained."

Min Xiao slowly transformed his claws back, but his red eyes were still bright as he swept over Zhou Yuan and Qu Yanhui, like a ferocious beast locking onto its prey, like a densely woven net, tightly binding them, giving people a creepy feeling.

"It's just that Qu Yanhui was reckless."

"If you don't take action, what will you use to compensate Mozi if anything happens to him?"

Qu Yanhui's voice was indifferent. Except for the people he was interested in, he always looked half-alive, with a faint sense of death.

Shi Yubai remained silent throughout the entire process, observing the entire scene silently. When he heard himself being mentioned, he was stunned for a moment, and felt that Qu Yanhui's behavior was understandable, so he looked at Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan knew that if he didn't make his words clear, Shi Yu might remember it, so he snorted.

"Is that what I meant? I meant that you acted without informing us first."

"The situation is urgent. If we were notified before taking action, who could explain what happened in this instant?"

He deliberately attacked first in order to highlight Shi Yubai's importance so that those cultivators would know their targets. It was just that those people were not strong enough and were really stupid. It was a pity that Shi Yubai, this demon, was lucky and was not left behind.

Qu Yanhui lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling like the fragile wings of a butterfly. Controlling so many puppets, the loss must have hurt him a lot. The crimson at the corners of his mouth was the only touch of color on his pale face, which looked like fragile jade, making people reluctant to blame him too much.

But no one knows that beneath the seemingly fragile shell, there is a raging heart that is roaring maliciously.

Min Xiao's ruby-clear eyes shifted slightly and fell on Qu Yanhui, revealing a bit of pure curiosity and doubt, and then the exploration in his heart turned into a cold smile.

"At this point, why bother to distinguish right from wrong?"

Min Xiao's human-shaped hands were slender, white, with distinct joints. He lifted Qu Yanhui's chin slightly frivolously, and his cool fingertips gently brushed the bright red corners of the other's mouth. He retracted the fingertips and wiped it on his own lips, using the blood as lipstick to add a bright color to his handsome and charming face. He smiled gently and behaved in an extremely ambiguous manner, which made people feel no trace of romance.

"His puppets played a big role in this operation. It's not good to disappoint our hero, right?" I'm really curious, is Qu Yanhui hiding something from everyone? It's better not to deceive him.

Otherwise, he would regretfully skin the other person alive and make a toy out of it as a souvenir.

Qu Yanhui sensed that hint of inquiry, and when the other party touched him, he felt impatient and even angry.

He still lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the color on the other person's lips. His eyes flashed with impatience and subtle murderous intent, but the corners of his mouth were barely noticeable. Are the people of the demon clan born in the year of the dog? So sensitive, and still likes to stretch out his claws randomly. Such a mad dog should have its teeth broken and its nails pulled out, and be tied up with a chain.

Shi Yubai looked at the smiling Min Xiao and the gloomy Qu Yanhui, and felt that the current camp was no different from a dangerous place, and he was sweating coldly.

.......

He came out now? He came out in one piece?

Duan Jiashu had just walked out of the prison tower and hadn't come to his senses yet when light suddenly poured down from above. He hurriedly covered his eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable. Even though his eye sockets were swollen and sore, he still curiously peeked at the bright color through his fingers.

He couldn't catch the light, but it definitely left a warm feeling on his hands.

That’s great, he thought.

"Brother Duan!"

The voice was so vague that it was hard to hear clearly. There were fragments of shadows floating in the air and streams of light winding across the sky. A blurry yet solid figure was running towards him from a distance.

Duan Jiashu was stunned for a moment, his mind was a little blank, but his body reacted very quickly. He subconsciously opened his arms and hugged the man. The impact was not small, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Wu Feipeng pressed Duan Jiashu down, not caring about his indecent posture. He just lay down and hugged the other's neck tightly, rubbing it even while panting. The feeling of contact made him extremely satisfied, like an octopus sticking close to him.

The moment he saw Duan Jiashu, Wu Feipeng forgot everything he wanted to say. He met those eyes. The reflection in them was hazy, but he knew that at this moment, his eyes must be like a boiling sea, hot and noisy.

He just wanted to run over, hug him, and feel him, and he did.

When running, the mind becomes empty, the vision wanders, and the breath is swept by the heavy wind. At the moment of hugging each other, Wu Feipeng feels that his hearts seem to be beating as one.

A perfect hug is worth a thousand words.

There were crisp "thumping" sounds and heavy breathing in his ears, the sounds were intertwined, he was also gasping for breath, his throat was dry, and Duan Jiashu was a little confused. Whose voice was it, or was it both?

But at this moment, he seemed to have escaped from the long-lasting gloom and broken free from the shackles of vanity. His chest was beating and he heard the sound of his life.

He slowed down and raised his eyes, but was swept up by the strong emotions in the other person's eyes.

There was a halo of light all over the sky behind Wu Feipeng, which was very beautiful, but he only saw himself.

The other person's eyes were like the drowsy dawn, hiding gaps in the light.

The crowd that was not as fast as Wu Feipeng arrived late and could hardly bear to look at the posture of the two people.

Yan Qingshu couldn't control her mouth, covering her eyes as if she wasn't covering them: "Is this what it means to have the sky as your blanket and the earth as your bed?" Wu Feipeng was riding on her like this, did Shui Lingling want to go to the same bed with him?

Wu Feipeng and Duan Jiashu got up from the ground with red faces.

Lu Wensheng poked his head out from behind Wu Feipeng, smiling brightly and speaking in a clear voice.

"Duan Jiashu, welcome back."

At a quick glance, it turned out that there were not only disciples from the Discipline Hall, but also other people - everyone was here.

Duan Jiashu felt his eyes moisten and swallowed the sourness in his throat: "Yeah."

(Personally, I think hugging is a fusion of people's passionate emotions. A hug between young lovers is like a spiritual kiss, hehehe.)