When Jiang Bozhou heard this, he was slightly startled. He still hugged Xie Heng, but gave up the initiative.
Xie Heng pressed Jiang Bozhou's lips and felt its temperature. Sweet, soft and cool, like jelly.
One kiss.
"More." Jiang Bozhou's voice was soft, in sharp contrast to the arrogant tone in which he ordered his subordinates.
"Okay." Xie Heng would never refuse to agree to his lover's legitimate request. For example, this request is legitimate.
Immortal cultivators are not only talented but also very physically strong, not to mention a peerless genius like Jiang Bozhou. So in just one kiss, he had already emptied Teacher Xie's decades worth of inventory.
"More." Jiang Bozhou suppressed the strange look in his eyes.
Xie Heng tilted his head slightly, his voice was hoarse, and he refused, "It's better not to do it."
The corners of Jiang Bozhou's eyes were red from stimulation, and tears were even rolling in his eyes, but he still clung to Xie Heng tightly, unwilling to let go at all.
The tip of Xie Heng's tongue was numb from his kiss, and he even felt some tingling on his upper lip, which was probably broken again. The hand behind his back did not restrain at all and was still scurrying around his body. He reluctantly used the power of his soul to slowly break free of the thin red rope on his body.
This rope was probably some kind of spiritual weapon. Being tied to it, all the spiritual energy in his body was stagnant, making it impossible to use it. Fortunately, his soul power has recovered somewhat. Although it is not much, it is more than enough to break away from this rope.
Jiang Bozhou finally came to his senses and noticed Xie Heng's little move.
"Xianzun, you are not good." Jiang Bozhou held the fallen red dust thoughts and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Who is the bad boy, huh?" Xie Heng felt inexplicably funny when his lover lowered his head and did not look at him.
"I told you not to call me by Immortal Lord, but you still call me like that." Xie Heng pulled his lover who was standing still into his arms and comforted him with a "warm voice".
"Ugh——" Jiang Bozhou's back was suddenly pressed twice, and he couldn't help but make a protesting sound.
Suddenly, two extremely serious scars on Jiang Bozhou's abdomen fell into Xie Heng's sight. He closed his eyes and touched the scars that had long since healed.
As we all know, as long as cultivators are willing, they can make their bodies as clean as new, so it is self-evident why Zhouzhou left these two scars.
"Did you take revenge?" Xie Heng asked. He didn't ask how Jiang Bozhou was injured, or whether it hurt, or why he kept them, because it was meaningless. Although his expression was still lifeless, Jiang Bozhou clearly felt his anger.
"Yes." Isn't it the hatred that has sustained him until now? However, now that there is an Immortal Lord, he will not risk his life casually.
"That's good," Xie Heng nodded, "Since you have taken revenge, don't let them become your shackles again."
Jiang Bozhou didn't know what to say. In the short contact, he felt that some of the characters revealed by Aheng were more willful than him, and not at all like the old-fashioned immortal who followed the rules he imagined.
He rationally felt that he should resist, but did not take action. When the song ended and everyone dispersed, Xie Heng fell asleep with his lover in his arms.
Jiang Bozhou in his arms couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He listened to the even and long breathing of the immortal holding him behind him, thinking about his thoughts.
When cultivators build their own foundation, they don't have to eat whole grains or fall asleep like mortals. Aheng's cultivation is far above that of the Transformation God, even higher than him. How come he fell asleep so easily?
Do you trust him? Jiang Bozhou stared blankly ahead, guessing that if Aheng was so proactive just now, he also liked him, right?
Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord, why are you so gentle? I have no reason to lock you up.
But do still have any emotions left? Jiang Bozhou thought of Xie Heng's still calm and composed face in the depths of his passion, and felt a slight dull pain in his heart.
The next morning, when Xie Heng woke up, he found that the two of them were still lying on the bed in the same position as they fell asleep last night. He gently straightened his lover's long hair and whispered in Jiang Bozhou's ear, "Zhouzhou, get up."
Jiang Bozhou was not asleep at all. He pretended to be asleep. Firstly, he didn't know how to face Xie Heng. Secondly, he wanted to test a little. What would the Immortal Lord do to him who was defenseless?
The result was a disappointment to Jiang Bozhou. Whether it hurt him or made him happy, Xie Heng did nothing. Xie Heng just asked him to get up as gently as last night. Did the Immortal Lord really not notice that he was awake?
Jiang Bozhou was thinking complicatedly, but he didn't make any move to get up. Xie Heng couldn't help but wanted to laugh, but was stopped at the threshold of the disobedient facial nerves.
Xie Heng pinched his stiff face, stretched out his hand to help Jiang Bozhou up, and leaned against him. Then he took yesterday's red clothes from the foot of the bed and dressed Jiang Bozhou carefully.
"I wonder where Ah Heng learned the ability to serve people?" Jiang Bozhou looked sad, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his words.
"I didn't learn anything." Xie Heng asked Jiang Bozhou to sit beside the bed, squatted down and put on his shoes, "It's not like serving him, it's just because of you."
After hearing this, Jiang Bozhou opened his mouth slightly, but said nothing, but a light smile appeared on his face.
"You, what are you doing!" Jiang Bozhou was suddenly picked up by Xie Heng and couldn't help shouting.
"Hold you, my Zhouzhou." Xie Heng said seductive words in a very calm tone, only making Jiang Bozhou blush. Xie Heng felt that occasionally he could let his lover hug him, but usually, he should hold Zhouzhou while walking.
Xie Heng carried Jiang Bozhou to the chair on the other side of the palace and gently put him down. Then he transformed an upright water mirror on the table and rummaged through the storage bag to find a comb.
Jiang Bozhou was surprised for the first time when he saw Xie Heng's movements in the water mirror. Could this Immortal Lord be a fake? What exactly does he usually put in his storage bag? !
"Zhouzhou, let me tie your hair." Xie Heng combed Jiang Bozhou's hair carefully, fixed it with a hairpin, and shook the loose-looking bun with his hands to make sure it would not fall apart. The comb is put away.
"Does the immortal know what it means for a man to tie a woman's hair in the mortal world?" Jiang Bozhou looked at the dexterous hands on his shoulders in the mirror and asked with unknown meaning.
"Zhouzhou is not a woman——"
Jiang Bozhou's momentum suddenly changed, and some demonic energy was released.
"However, I want to keep my hair for Zhouzhou for the rest of my life, is Zhouzhou willing?" Xie Heng continued as if he didn't notice the change in his lover.
"This is what you said, don't regret it." Jiang Bozhou relaxed instantly after hearing what he wanted to hear, but he felt that something was wrong.
It was obviously him who snatched the Immortal Lord away, but now he felt that he had been tricked by him.
"I won't regret it." Xie Heng blinked and patted his lover's hair.
Unlike the warmth of "revival of old love" between the two, the atmosphere at Wanrenzong can be described as depressive.
Lou Ming was lying on the bed with a pale face, his spiritual power was disordered, and his condition was obviously not good. Several disciples stood guard by the bed, feeling panic in their hearts and anxious on their faces.
Yesterday, demonic cultivators attacked. Except for the great elder, all the elders, including the leader, died in the fight. Now the sect is leaderless, people are in panic, and only a few senior brothers are handling affairs.
There was a noise outside the door, and the older disciple frowned. Just as he was about to yell, someone shouted, "Senior Brother Xiu Heng is back!"
The older disciples suddenly relaxed. Although several senior brothers had worked hard to clean up the sect's internal affairs, it was inevitable that some oversights would be made. It would be great if Senior Brother Xiu Heng comes back, he will definitely handle everything.
Lu Xiuheng is the son of the head of the sect. He possesses heavenly spiritual roots and is extremely talented. He has broken through the elixir and become an infant in just a few hundred years of cultivation, becoming a veritable genius among the new generation of disciples. He has a calm personality and outstanding intelligence. He once handled sect affairs on behalf of the head. Some time ago, he went out for training and happened to escape last night's enemy attack.
"Where's the father?!" Lu Xiuheng stood in front of the Wanren Sect's hall, looking at the blood stains on the ground that had not yet been dealt with, and his mind was pounding. He doesn't believe it, he doesn't want to believe it, how long has he been out? The father who would smile and praise him is gone.
"Senior Brother Xiu Heng, my condolences!" Several uninjured disciples cried and consoled, "The Great Elder is still unconscious, Senior Brother Xiu Heng, Wanren Sect needs you!"
"Yes, the Wanren Sect still needs me..." Lu Xiuheng's voice gradually became smaller, and he didn't know whether he was talking to the disciples around him or to himself.
"Senior brother, we want to avenge the master and the elders!"
"Yes, revenge, I want revenge!" Lu Xiuheng's overflowing tears finally fell, sliding down his chin to the ground, merging with the blood that had not dried up, making it impossible to tell whether it was blood or tears.
"Senior brother..." The disciples looked at each other, and they really didn't know what to say. They were also frightened. If the Immortal Lord had not interceded, they would probably have become the undead men of the demon cultivator.
By the way, there is also Immortal Lord!
"Senior Brother Xiu Heng, the Immortal Lord was kidnapped by the Demon Lord in order to save us yesterday! We must rescue the Immortal Lord!"
"Immortal?" Lu Xiuheng wiped away his tears and tried to calm down. He walked towards the inner hall and listened to the reports from his junior brothers and sisters.
It took Lu Xiuheng more than half an hour to figure out the ins and outs of the matter, and his heart became increasingly heavy.
When he was born, the Immortal Lord had been in seclusion for nearly two hundred years. He had never seen the Immortal Lord, and his understanding of the Immortal Lord was limited to his father's words. His father admired the Immortal Lord highly. He only knew that he was a talented person who was already a powerful person before retreating into seclusion. However, if the Great Elder admits it personally, there is indeed a high probability that the person last night was the Immortal Lord himself.
However, he did not believe that the powerful Immortal Lord and the Demon Lord were incapable of fighting. The Immortal Lord was taken away so easily. There must be something wrong with his technique or cultivation.