Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

The injury on Yang Xing's back was serious, and Yan Yufeng found medicine to heal his injury as soon as he returned.

Although there are only Yan Yufeng and himself in the room, Yang Xing still finds it very strange, trying to ignore the coolness brought by the naked upper body and the ointment on his back, he said: "Huangchu will come again."

"Well," Yan Yufeng sat behind him, and replied in a low voice, "The fire phoenix is ​​in our hands, and he will come to grab it."

When Yan Yufeng said that, Yang Xing suddenly felt that he had overlooked one thing.

"Not necessarily, he may not come to grab it."

"why?"

"We now have two magic weapons, the fire phoenix pendant and the immortal jade," Yang Xing said, "he has the Qilin book in his hand, but if he comes to grab it from us, without the king of ghosts, it will be very difficult for him to beat the five of us by himself." , so why not..."

Yan Yufeng immediately understood what he meant: "Why don't you find the last magic weapon, the falling fairy hairpin?"

Yang Xing nodded: "In this way, he has two magic weapons, and it is relatively easy to compete with us."

"However, I don't have any clues about the clue of Zhuoxianchai," Yang Xing sighed, "I don't know where it is, and we have no way to stop his actions... eh!"

Yan Yufeng was dealing with the deepest wound on his back, Yang Xing's eyebrows immediately frowned.

Yan Yufeng stopped when he heard that, "It hurts?"

"Fortunately..." Yang Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up."

Yan Yufeng's eyes dimmed, he quickened his action, and quickly covered the wound on Yang Xing's back with ointment.

"Don't think about it so much, let's recuperate first these two days." Yan Yufeng said, "You've exhausted your spiritual energy recently, so take a good rest."

Lying down with Yang Xing supported, Yan Yufeng covered him with the quilt and left the room.

Yang Xing looked at Yan Yufeng's back and closed his eyes silently.

What he didn't tell Yan Yufeng was that he saw Qin Hao again when he was in a coma.

……

"Yang Xing! Wake up!" Yang Xing felt in a daze that someone was calling him, and what he saw when he opened his eyes was his friend Qin Hao whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"You..." Yang Xing was stunned, and turned around to see a white mist around him.

Qin Hao looked anxious: "There is not much time, listen to me, Yang Xing, I have found a way out!"

"what?!"

Qin Hao seemed to be a little excited: "I kept killing viruses, trying to enter text in your document, and finally got a hint!"

"What hint?"

"Kill Huang Chu, kill him, and you can come back."

Yang Xing's expression became complicated for a moment: "Do I have to kill him? What if... I can't kill him?"

Qin Hao's expression dimmed for a moment: "Huang Chu and Yan Yufeng, only one can live."

Yang Xing's eyes widened immediately: "What did you say?"

Qin Hao sighed: "I have no other choice. The two of them are two opposite extremes in this book, and only one can live."

Yang Xing looked at Qin Hao with a solemn expression: "What if this book has no ending?"

"Then you'll never get out."

Yang Xing moved his gaze down slightly, looking at the flat ground below him: "It doesn't matter."

Qin Hao's expression froze for a moment: "What?"

"I……"

Qin Hao instantly understood what he had just heard: "Yang Xing, are you crazy?! Don't you want to come out!"

There was hesitation and sadness in Yang Xing's eyes, and he whispered: "I know it's ridiculous to say this, but Qin Hao, for me, the world in this book is too real, I..."

"That is a book after all." Qin Hao shook his shoulders, "Don't you want to go back to the real world, the place where you have lived for more than 20 years?"

Yang Xing said: "However, my past 20 years have been meaningless."

"Qin Hao, when I came to the book, I realized that there are so many things worth remembering in the world, such as family and friendship. What attracts me in this world is not only the truth, but also my...friends."

"Friend?" Qin Hao stared at his face, "Tell me, do you... like Yan Yufeng?"

Yang Xing suddenly fell silent.

Qin Hao looked at him straightly: "Yang Xing, you are very special to him, I can tell, but we don't know what will happen to this book, how can you be sure that it will not be destroyed directly if there is no ending ? At that time, both you and those people will disappear..."

Yang Xing suddenly raised his head: "Is this possible?"

"Have."

"..."

Yang Xing lowered his brows and eyes: "I know."

Qin Hao patted him on the shoulder: "Anyway, I hope you can come back."

"..."

Seeing that Yang Xing remained silent, Qin Hao finally left helplessly.

……

In the middle of the night, four people except Yang Xing gathered in Bai Yesheng's room and began to discuss the next move.

Bai Yesheng suggested to wait directly at Huang Shi, he will definitely come back.

However, Qi Shu and Cheng Lijun felt that they could not sit still, they had to take the initiative to find places where Huang Chu might go.

Yan Yufeng has been thinking in silence.

Qi Shu noticed his silence and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Yan Yufeng said, "I'm wondering where he will go next."

"Of course I'm looking for the fairy hairpin." Bai Yesheng said, "He won't be reconciled if he can't get the last magic weapon."

"I don't mean that," Yan Yufeng shook his head, "I was wondering where he would go when he got the fairy hairpin."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Qi Shu said slowly: "If I were him, I would go to Huaibei."

Yan Yufeng looked at him: "Cheng from Huaibei?"

"Well," Qi Shu nodded, "The Cheng family contributed the most to the destruction of Chu."

Cheng Lijun listened quietly, and clenched his hands unconsciously: Huaibei...that's his home, no matter what, he won't let Huangchu succeed!

Yan Yufeng lowered his eyes, thought for a long time, and finally said, "Go to Huaibei."

……

When Yan Yufeng returned to his room, Yang Xing was still in a deep sleep.

He looked at a little shoulder exposed under the quilt, which was as clear as white jade, but Yang Xing's complexion was not very good, frowning, as if he had dreamed something unpleasant.

He sat down, covered the quilt, stared at Yang Xing intently, before he knew it, he gently raised his hand and stroked Yang Xing's face.

Yang Xing's facial features are perfect no matter when he looks at them. When his cold eyes are closed, they are less alienated, and instead reveal some innocence. Under the straight nose are thin lips. The color is always very light, with a little bit of pink, which makes people... want to kiss it.

Yan Yufeng didn't even realize that his finger had already moved to Yang Xing's lips, slowly drawing.

This person is probably the one who is unwilling to let go no matter what.

Thinking about it, Yan Yufeng slowly bent down, and when he was less than a finger away from Yang Xing's face, he suddenly froze.

Yang Xing's eyes opened at some unknown time, and his light blue pupils were like clear gemstones, looking at him quietly.

The air became frozen in an instant, and the two looked at each other for a long time, but neither of them spoke first.

Yan Yufeng's Adam's apple rolled, and he spoke slowly, with a trembling voice: "When... did you wake up?"

Yang Xing didn't respond. He seemed to have thought for a long time and made some decision. He moved his gaze down slowly, looked at Yan Yufeng's lips, raised his head, and touched his lips lightly.

Yan Yufeng's pupils constricted in an instant, and he hugged Yang Xing almost subconsciously, pressing on him, and his breathing became thicker in an instant: "You...do you know what you were doing just now?"

The corner of Yang Xing's mouth raised slightly: "I know."

Yan Yufeng didn't know what to say for a while, and the gasping sound was very obvious.

Yang Xing lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Yan Yufeng, why don't you say anything?"

Yan Yufeng closed his eyes hard for a moment, then opened them again, his eyes were already a little red:

"...Yang Xing, I... like you."

His voice trembled. Even when he was facing the ghost king, he had never lost his composure before. His eyes were red and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. I don’t know where the courage that he calmly admitted in the forest of illusions has gone. Now he just Afraid that he would hear rejection, although he kept hinting to himself that Yang Xing's action just now was clearly accepted, but he was afraid, afraid that it was his own hallucination, afraid that the person in front of him... would leave him.

Yang Xing sighed, and wrapped Yan Yufeng's thin waist with his right hand: "Me too, um..."

The fierce kisses flooded him like a shower, Yan Yufeng's eyes were full of ecstasy and excitement, his hands kept tightening, and he tightly wrapped the person in front of him in his arms, even wishing to melt him into his heart, carefully Keep it intact, and never let him get hurt again.

Feeling that Yan Yufeng's hand accidentally touched the wound on his back, Yang Xing just frowned slightly, endured it for a while, did not speak, and responded to Yan Yufeng's kiss.

The two lingered for a few minutes before they separated, Yang Xing was panting slightly, his cheeks were flushed due to lack of oxygen, and the corners of his eyes were also a little watery.

Yan Yufeng looked at him intently, with deep eyes.

Yang Xing met his gaze, and was slightly stunned, as if he understood what he meant, but didn't know how to respond.

Yan Yufeng still wanted to move, but suddenly felt a sticky touch in his fingers, his expression changed, and he immediately pulled out his hand to take a look.

Sure enough, the fingertips were stained with a lot of blood: the wound on Yang Xing's back opened again.

Yan Yufeng got up quickly, almost annoyed, angry at himself for being too impatient, and at the same time helping Yang Xing stop the bleeding, brought ointment, and carefully applied it on.

Looking at Yan Yufeng's expression, Yang Xing felt helpless: "I'm fine."

"It's okay like this," Yan Yufeng's face turned pale, but he was angry with himself.

After treating the wound on his back, Yan Yufeng put his clothes on Yang Xing, held his hand, and stared at him seriously.

"Yang Xing, I don't want to see you get hurt again, protect yourself, okay?"

Yang Xing nodded obediently.

"And..." Yan Yufeng rested his forehead on Yang Xing's forehead, "I don't just like you, I love you."

"..." Yang Xing's eyes widened. He thought that Yan Yufeng was going to nag him, but he didn't expect this to be what he said.

Yan Yufeng's eyes filled with a lot of smiles: "Go to sleep."

He hugged Yang Xing, and the two lay down facing each other, staring at each other, neither of them felt sleepy.

Yan Yufeng narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you don't sleep anymore, it proves that you are full of energy, then I have to do something else."

Hearing this, Yang Xing glared at him lightly, then slowly closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were still raised.

Feeling the soft touch coming from his mouth again, Yan Yufeng's deep voice rang in his ears: "Sleep, I will be with you."

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Yan Yufeng: Did my wife kiss me? ! ! (dumbfounded)

Yang Xing: ...

Yan Yufeng: Crazy against relatives.□□i