At the age of eighteen, Gu Cong was the fastest growing year. After standing up straight, the tall and thin young man in Bai Que's eyes was actually a little shorter than him. The close distance happened to be the most suitable angle to be admired by downcast eyes.
At the beginning, Gu Cong always felt that the other party was looking at someone through him, his eyes were vacant and uncertain, but unexpectedly, within a few seconds, the eyes completely fell on him, so focused, it made him feel a little hot.
too close.
He should have taken two steps back to avoid it, but he was fixed in place like a demon, unable to move his feet.
It wasn't until the young man had seen enough that he carefully let go of his hand, and Gu Cong, who instinctively looked down, found that the other party was hanging on the right side with staggered fingertips.
Those wounds were scabbed, red and messy, lying quietly on the youthful Ruxue's skin, like hideous and ugly centipedes, but Gu Cong was not afraid at all, instead he hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold it up.
"What are you panicking about?"
If you want to make a piece of wood or a stone move, you have to pay some price. If there is no similar thing painted on the tip of the knife and carved into the formation bit by bit, how can the wood and stone produce a whole body of flesh and blood.
However, facing the strange and familiar young man in front of him, Xi Ye really couldn't say anything serious, so he could only quietly cast a trick on his eyes, and coaxed: "Look."
Quickly, grasping the time when the other party was distracted by listening to him, Xi Ye's hand returned to normal, except for a little paleness, it was almost the same as usual, as if everything Gu Cong saw just now was an illusion, a little joke.
Gu Cong has a good nose.
Stubbornly, through the false illusion, he stroked the young man's five fingers inch by inch, but he didn't find anything unusual, only heard a chuckle from above his head: "itch."
In my impression, Xi Ye seldom laughed, let alone laughed out loud.
Probably really tired, the other party's final voice was hoarse, rustling, like a small hook, and like a cat's claw, which was equally unbearable to the ears and the apex of the heart.
After realizing how abrupt his actions were just now, Gu Cong let go of Xi Ye with a groan.
The white-clothed fairy who was almost seen through by the other party loosened his shoulders: Very good.
At this time, he was really thin-skinned.
When the crisis was over, Xi Ye withdrew his right hand without changing his expression. While shaking off his sleeves, he still did not forget to ask: "How? Have you touched enough? Do you want another one to continue?"
He was only wearing a soft and large gown, and his belt was tied in a random knot. Thinking of who put on the clothes for him, and what he saw along the way, Gu Cong, with his head drooping, turned into petrification and stood there for a few seconds before shaking his head indiscriminately.
Most importantly, scars, height, skin color, this is obviously his body, not Song He.
In the original book, although Song He also possesses a puppet, the appearance of that puppet is exactly the same as that of Xi Ye. What happened now? He changed the plot?
There is an experienced senior living in the Sea of Consciousness, Gu Cong humbly asked for advice: "0028?"
0028 doesn't want to talk.
Because this matter is completely beyond its understanding.
The camouflage of passing through the game quickly, even the protagonist who is blessed with luck has not noticed the attack, and even the world consciousness can be concealed. A mere puppet can actually make Gu Cong reveal his true face.
What is the origin of this villain?
Is it a bug? Can such a small probability of error be encountered by it?
The previous report sent to the fast-traveling bureau has not received a response, and not wanting to bring unexplained anxiety to the new host, 0028 pretended to be calm: "It's just a trivial matter."
[The result is the same. 】
As if a pot of cold water had been poured on his head, Gu Cong's heart instantly turned cold.
In any case, I have successfully possessed Xi Ye's natal puppet, which means that the villain is one step closer to death. His existence not only did not change the main line, but also accelerated the development of the plot, like a butterfly in a glass cover.
--Will I kill Xi Ye?
Intentionally or unintentionally, under the impetus of the big hand behind.
The description of the villain's death played back line by line in his mind. When the young man wanted to pick him up again, Gu Cong shuddered and evaded reflexively.
"Cold?" As if he didn't notice anything, the young man naturally turned his hand and grabbed his sleeve, "It's cool in the cave, I'll take you out first and pick out some clothes."
Gu Cong didn't move.
Convinced that the other party had discovered his evasion, he boldly stared at Xi Ye, his eyes like two pure ambers that sealed a strange fairy: "Aren't you angry?"
"Angry? What are you angry about? Angry at the disobedience of the puppet you made?" Guessing what the other party was worried about, Xi Ye deliberately raised his left hand, revealing the puppet thread wrapped around his fingertips. Like a real villain, he raised his eyebrows and twitched:
"Little White Sparrow, let's go."
Gu Cong, who was tripped by something somewhere, staggered.
But he didn't feel offended, instead he felt more or less relieved, followed behind Xi Ye, and asked, "Do you know I'm a white bird?"
As soon as the words came out, he regretted his overly casual address. No matter how fearful he was in the cultivation world, he would still call him a strange fairy. You come and you go. It's too modern. It's like spreading its wings on the verge of being exposed.
In a hurry to get wise, the memory of that period under the moon suddenly popped up in his mind, thinking of Luanniao's address to Shen Qingshu, just when the young man turned his head to look over with a half-smile, Gu Cong opened his mouth in a strange way: "Master."
Xi Ye was taken aback.
Then, uncontrollably, he laughed again.
The ice and snow melted, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes were dyed with a layer of watery light. He looked really happy, and even his pale cheeks had a faint blush color. Gu Cong's ears were hot from laughing, his heart was beating fast, but he was not ashamed. He let the other party bend down slightly, with his forehead resting on his shoulder:
"So cute."
The blue hair hangs down and slides into his loose neckline. The red-spotted boy on the back of his neck tightens his body, not daring to move. The tip of his nose is filled with the elegant cedar fragrance.
What 0028 smelled was a faint crisis.
In the original book, Xi Ye has never been so close to Shen Qingshu.
But if you put it into Xi Ye's perspective and get close to your own "natal magic weapon", it seems to be nothing. For example, the sword cultivator from the same school as the protagonist, wiping, maintaining, and chatting are the most basic operations, and some of them will hold the fate sword together.
It's just that Gu Cong's "magic weapon" is a bit special, it's a puppet with a human shape.
--Perhaps in Xi Ye's eyes, what he is leaning on at the moment is a piece of wood and stone.
Convinced that Xi Ye, a beautiful, strong and tragic villain, has absolutely no possibility of falling in love with a male supporting role at first sight, or empathizing with another male partner, the more 0028 thinks about it, the more reliable his speculation becomes.
So, its hanging heart slowly let go, and sank into the depths of the sea of consciousness again.
The cave where the spiritual veins gather is some distance away from the small courtyard where Xi Ye lives. Perhaps because he is a puppet in nature, Gu Cong didn't wear shoes, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He held a group of drooping white birds in his hands.
Losing the dominance of his primordial spirit, the spiritual power left in Bai Que's body should have become chaotic again, blowing the opponent to pieces, but at this time, someone obviously helped Bai Que sort out the meridians, drain all the excess spiritual power, and let the other party return to being an ordinary but long-lived bird.
Xi Ye is the only one who can do this on Liuyun Mountain with superb and meticulous control of power.
However, the other party changed his previous love, not to mention holding it in the palm of his hand, he didn't even hug the white bird, and directly handed him the drowsy hair ball.
0028 popped up at the right time: "Look, villain, like the new and hate the old."
But there was a voice in Gu Cong's heart, from the beginning to the end, the white sparrow recognized by the alien fairy Xi Ye was him, and he was the only one.
Although it might be a bit narcissistic to think so, but right now, he is more willing to follow his intuition and successfully save a life that was doomed to death in the original book. Gu Cong's footsteps became more and more brisk: "Should we raise it?"
Liuyun Mountain at night is not a safe place.
"It's up to you." Xi Ye glanced at the white sparrow lightly, and pushed open the door, "Anyway, it's stupid enough."
Without enlightenment, relying entirely on instinct, unable to recognize, and of course not going crazy.
Liuyun Mountain is a well-known forbidden place in the cultivation world. Its location is remote and its environment is closed. However, as the saying goes, riches and honors come with risks. Every few years, some monks who are driven to a desperate situation come here to avoid pursuit and seek breakthrough...etc.
That's why, in this Liuyun Mountain, you can always see some storage bags scattered everywhere. Xi Ye is too lazy to look for them, let alone looking for them. The vines with well-developed roots are very interested in them, and they will pick some of the cleanest ones for him every time, and then wrap the rest tightly like prey, absorbing the overflowing aura as nourishment.
Xi Ye's knowledge of the universe in his sleeves also gradually improved.
With a casual touch on the table, pieces of cassocks with exquisite patterns appeared out of thin air and were stacked neatly. Unfortunately, none of the two people standing in the room at the moment cared about the priceless value of this pile of fabrics:
Xi Ye didn't care, but Gu Cong was busy putting the sparrow into the nest.
Knowing too well what to do when facing Gu Cong, in order to be able to relax and let go of the opponent's guard, Xi Ye thoughtfully retreated outside the house, leaning against the door, waiting for rustling sounds from inside, and suddenly said: "Did you have a birthmark on your chest before?"
birthmark?
What birthmark? Song He's?
Carefully looking through the memory of the original owner, Gu Cong said truthfully, "No."
Whether it's him or Song He.
"No?" Across the door, the young man's voice was a bit vague, but the description was clear, "A little bit below the collarbone, close to the heart."
Subconsciously, Gu Cong, who was half dressed, raised his hand to touch it.
He thought of the way the young man first looked at him in the cave.
Xi Ye, are you looking for someone?
"Really not." After a few seconds, the boy's answer came from the room, and the voice was no longer as clear as the first time.
Therefore, the birthmark that accompanied Gu Cong for several lifetimes was not born with him.
"In this way," Xi Ye probably understood what the other party was awkward about, and smiled slowly, "Maybe I'm being fooled."
Are you blind?
The intentionally protracted tone created an ambiguous and intimate feeling invisibly. Gu Cong remembered that every inch of his body was carved by Xi Ye, and the skin under his fingertips suddenly smoked and became extremely hot.
"knock."
"knock."
Xu Shi didn't hear his movement for a while, the young man outside the room knocked on the door with his fingers, once and for all, leisurely:
"Can't wear it?"
"Do you need help?"