Tenderness is an indescribable feeling.

It is like a stream of water flowing into a dry heart, slowly seeping in through the cracks, and gradually filling all the deep or shallow gaps.

For the first time, Pei Ji felt so clearly that he was still alive.

It was also the first time that he was extremely grateful that he was alive.

Ning Ning moved closer and used her fingertips to push back his scattered black hair, revealing his pale and thin neck.

Pei Ji didn't know what she would do next, but he was willing to let her do it. Not much emotion could be seen in his eyes, and his pupils were dark, like a beast that was being slaughtered in front of a hunter. He quietly hid his sharpness, raised his head and said nothing.

"I... I later asked my senior brother about the method of healing with spiritual power."

Ning Ning lowered her head, and her right hand fell on the side of his neck, touching the smooth neckline through the thin layer of skin and flesh.

Then her fingertips slowly moved forward and touched an old scar just below the Adam's apple.

Pei Ji swallowed subconsciously, and his Adam's apple fell uncontrollably, sliding just over the place where her fingers were, short and abrupt.

A spiritual energy spread from his throat, like a soft breeze slowly diffusing between the blood and skin.

The wounds under his clothes that had not yet healed were burning, but this breath was fresh and cool, like spring rain moistening everything, making the pain gradually disappear, and every drop of restless blood returned to silence.

Ning Ning's strength was much gentler than before in the cave, and her spiritual power gradually increased, like waves floating on the beach layer by layer.

- It was also like her cold fingertips passed through every corner of his body one by one, causing him to shudder involuntarily.

Pei Ji's ears were burning at the thought, and he avoided her sight: "Your wound has not healed yet, there is no need to waste spiritual power."

Ning Ning did not stop.

Just like the spiritual power overflowing from his body, her fingers also rose at the same time, gently stroking the scar.

The scar had long been scabbed, and there was no pain when it was touched.

Or rather, the remaining pain was fine and weak, like an extremely uncontrollable itch.

He heard Ning Ning call his name.

Pei Ji.

So he raised his eyes hastily and saw Ning Ning lowering her head suddenly.

The girl's lips did not fall on his lips or cheeks, but Pei Ji held his breath at that moment, and his curled knuckles turned cold and white because of too much force.

——She leaned over, her fluffy and soft black hair rested on his chin, and her lips fell on the scar, without using too much force, as if she was just licking it lightly.

The spiritual power that enveloped his whole body suddenly shook because of this action, like a breeze passing by, causing ripples in the lake, surging and rolling.

Pei Ji had never experienced such a feeling before, and immediately called her in a hoarse voice: "Ning Ning." As

soon as he spoke, his Adam's apple suddenly dropped again, passing over her lips.

It was a very wonderful touch.

Ning Ning was already tense, and her back froze instantly when she was hit by the sudden movement on her lips. This

was the first time for her to take the initiative to get close to a boy like this. Although she seemed calm, she was actually too nervous to make any unnecessary expressions.

Since Pei Ji was uncomfortable, this should make him feel better, right? Would he like such an intimate action? Although she kissed him, what should she do next? Look up or continue?

To continue would be the same as going all the way down to other places besides the neck, but that scene was too restricted. She would blush even when she imagined it, and she didn't have the courage to do it at all.

But if she looked up at this time, she would be face to face with Pei Ji, and once she met his eyes...

No way.

Ning Ning thought that she would blush to the point of exploding. Pei Ji's eyes were murderous. When he looked at her lightly before, she almost forgot to breathe.

When she kissed him, she completely obeyed her original intention, thinking that by kissing him, she would let Pei Ji know that she was not alone and no one cared about her.

At this moment, the impulse faded, and rationality emerged a little bit, and she couldn't help feeling embarrassed. Ning Ning thought seriously: In the TV series, what will the hero and heroine do next?

It was as if the camera went black, the scene changed, the hibiscus tent was warm, and every night was spring -

bah, stop!

She had no experience and really didn't know what to do. Her lips were suddenly scratched by her Adam's apple, and her eyes moved up quietly.

Pei Ji's increasingly heavy breathing was in her ears.

In front of her was the young man's slender white neck, the protruding bone had a beautiful arc, and it trembled slightly in the shadow.

Ning Ning panicked and tilted her head slightly upwards, pressed it with her lips, and felt a flustered vibration.

The neck is an extremely sensitive area.

The warm breath, the inadvertent stroking of the hair, and the numbness from the wound mixed together. Pei Ji took a low breath and let out a trembling sound.

I'm dying.

Ning Ning's heart softened at the sound of the voice, and she spoke nervously and cautiously: "Will this... be better?"

His mind was in a mess, but she asked such a question seriously. After a pause, she whispered: "Remember to heal your wounds in the future."

Both his mind and body were weak, and Pei Ji didn't even have the strength to

say "hmm". - In fact, "healing" was useless to him. Since he already had so many old scars on his body, adding one or two new scars didn't seem to be a big deal.

Many times, he had given up and thought that if one day this broken body could no longer hold on, closing his eyes might be a kind of relief.

"I wouldn't be happy if I saw you in pain."

When Ning Ning spoke, the air she exhaled fell very close to his skin, like a spread of delicate satin, flowing softly around.

She thought for a while, as if she was organizing her words, and finally continued in a dull voice: "I like Pei Ji, so... you don't have to hate him, okay?"

Too gentle.

A shy seed quietly sprouted in the heart, and a touch of soft new green finally appeared in the once barren and desolate world.

The water generated by her slowly passed through its thin leaves and roots, wrapping and penetrating it bit by bit.

Pei Ji couldn't describe the feeling, he just felt that when the girl's lips gently covered his, and he heard her say "I like it", the swirling water waves dripped, and the new leaves grew rapidly in an instant, swaying and touching his chest, and his heart beat very vigorously.

That's why he cares about her so much.

No one can escape from such tenderness, and Pei Ji is willing to get deeper and deeper, enjoying it.

The boy rubbed her head with his chin, pressed Ningning's lower back with his right hand, and pulled her down.

She was slender, and when she leaned down, she fell right on his chest.

Pei Ji's palms were much hotter than usual, bringing a flustered heat, and he pressed her hard into his arms.

Because their chests were very close to each other, Ning Ning couldn't tell whose heart was pounding against her chest. She could only hear heavy thumps that made her head dizzy.

This was an embrace with a hint of possessiveness.

She had longed for touch for countless days and nights, and now Pei Ji finally possessed her.

But he actually wanted more.

"I know."

Pei Ji's movements were still clumsy, with his palms pressed behind her. He didn't dare to move, and he didn't know how to move. He could only rub his chin against the girl's soft head over and over again, greedily enjoying the feeling of holding her in his arms: "...I know."

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Not long after Ning Ning woke up, other people from the sect came to visit one after another.

The first to enter the ward were Lin Xun, Meng Zhu and the carefree Zheng Weiqi.

The eldest sister was in a good mood, and she was followed by a tall and handsome young man.

The young man was dressed in white and had white hair, and looked a bit like the hero in a fairy tale. Seeing Ning Ning's curious eyes, he smiled softly and said, "Hello, both of you. I am Weiqi's cousin Qiu Baishuang, and I will take over as the Lord of Luancheng in the future."

"My cousin grew up in Luancheng since he was a child. He just came back from subduing demons in Nanling the day before yesterday."

Zheng Weiqi explained leisurely, "He presided over the closing ceremony of the Ten Dharma Conference before."

Ningning was stunned: "Closing ceremony?"

"You have slept for so long, the Ten Dharma Assembly must have passed long ago."

Zheng Weiqi tapped her forehead and said, "You are too reckless! Lingshu Immortal Grass, you actually swallowed it directly - if it weren't for the elders of Baicaotang working together to rescue you, you would probably be dead."

She curled her lips and narrowed her eyes and asked, "Aren't you curious about your ranking in the assembly?"

To be honest, Ning Ning didn't have much hope for her performance in the Ten Dharma Assembly.

She used up her spiritual power on the 62nd floor and left the tower with Pei Ji in advance. In terms of the number of demons eliminated, she must not be able to compare with others, but seeing Zheng Weiqi's excited look, she still asked politely, "How many?"

Zheng Weiqi smiled and stretched out an index finger of her right hand.

A "one".

Ning Ning blinked blankly.

"Why do you have such an expression! Ning Ning is the first in the Jindan stage!"

Zheng Weiqi jumped up suddenly, more excited than her: "What level of monster is the Shadow Demon? What level of monster is the Black Dragon? Even I was in suspense when I bumped into them, and you actually defeated them all! My junior sister is simply a genius!"

Ning Ning blushed at her praise and whispered: "Black Dragon... I didn't actually do anything."

Zheng Weiqi said righteously: "What belongs to my senior brother is yours, and what's yours is still yours! "For sword cultivators, swordsmen are their partners, and men are all tools!"

She paused, and once she started talking, she couldn't stop: "Wow, when my cousin said you were the first, and the mysterious mirror showed your battle with the Shadow Demon, the whole City Lord's Mansion was boiling! Super handsome! My junior sister is unparalleled in the world!"

Zheng Weiqi's flattery came one after another, Ningning listened in a trance, and touched the tip of her nose in a daze: "Where's Pei Ji?"

There was a short silence in the room.

Meng Ju and Zheng Weiqi looked at each other inexplicably, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he took over the conversation for her:

"He is the second place. You used snow to create light in Qiongshan and saved all the soldiers. The points they scored for you alone are far more than others. Add to that the Black Dragon and the Beast Tide, and you are undoubtedly the best among the Jindan disciples." As he spoke, his eyes turned and the smile deepened: "It's a pity that Pei Ji insisted on guarding you by the bed, and the first and second place winners of the ceremony did not show up."

Zheng Weiqi couldn't help but continue after hearing this: "Speaking of the Qiongshan event, how on earth could you think of such a brilliant method? When the sword light came out - wow, my heart melted! Many little disciples came to me to ask for the address of your communication talisman, and I rejected them all."

"I, I also think that Junior Sister is amazing."

Lin Xun, who rarely spoke, blinked at her, his pupils sparkling with a glimmer, and said seriously: "Senior Sister's determination to fight to the death for those soldiers... is also very great!"

Ning Ning was thin-skinned and quietly hid behind Pei Ji.

In the original plot, Pei Ji should have won the championship with a far-reaching advantage.

After the Ten Dharma Conference, he was called the "God of Killing" by many disciples for no other reason than his decisive killing. In the secret realm, he relied on his Jindan stage cultivation to cross levels and eliminate demons many times, killing his way out.

But for her, Pei Ji hurriedly left the Demon Refining Tower before the trial was over.

The current situation is completely different from what it should be, but the system has never issued a warning...

What is the meaning of its existence?

Ningning couldn't figure it out, and suddenly heard Zheng Weiqi's voice: "By the way, cousin, you are usually out of sight, how come you have time to accompany me to visit my junior sister today?"

Qiu Baishuang pursed her lips and smiled: "I heard that you finally passed the test of the academy, so I specially prepared a surprise."

That's right.

It was because Senior Sister Zheng passed the literary test that she was able to come to the Ten Dharma Association.

It's strange to say that the eldest senior sister has always adhered to the fine tradition of "ten years of hard study, read two sentences, forget three lines".

According to her own words, memorizing is a kind of enjoyment, but Zheng Weiqi is not the kind of person who is greedy for enjoyment, so she never memorizes.

However, she actually got full marks in one of her subjects, which greatly increased her total score and she successfully passed the written test.

Zheng Weiqi's eyes lit up and she nodded desperately. She had already stretched out her hands and waited for the red envelope, but her expression froze the next moment.

Qiu Baishuang said, "My cousin's essay received full marks. I am so happy that I asked the elders of the academy for it and brought it to Luancheng for everyone to appreciate."

Zheng Weiqi's mouth twitched obviously, and she froze in place like a shell. The

fearless elder sister panicked rarely: "No, no, no! Cousin, no! After all, it is my personal property. It's not good to do this!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the young man's storage bag flash with golden light, revealing a stack of scrolls.

At the same time, He Zhizhou called out in surprise from outside the room: "Wow, the room is so lively - what treasure do you want to share?"

As He Zhizhou poked his head in, Ning Ning realized that he was wrapped in gauze like Pei Ji, and his left hand was wrapped like a zongzi, so he could role-play a mummy.

Lin Xun explained to her in a low voice: "Senior Brother He was seriously injured in the Demon Refining Tower, and he should have just woken up."

They were miserable.

The two vicious villains who sympathized with each other looked at each other from a distance, and could only shed tears.

Qiu Baishuang had been worrying about her cousin's studies for a long time, and now she finally got her reward. She claimed that she wanted to leave a surprise for herself and passed the test paper to others to read.

So the stack of papers went around and around and landed in the hands of He Zhizhou, who seemed the most excited.

"Is it Senior Sister Zheng's essay paper?"

He smiled and pretended to read out the top topic: "Ahem - "The Story of Conquering Demons"."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Qiu Baishuang raised her eyebrows and showed the same signature grin as Senior Sister Zheng: "I heard that the specified essay topic is this. There are so many disciples in the academy, but only Weiwei got full marks."

He Zhizhou praised repeatedly, his mouth was almost full of eggs, and he didn't notice Zheng Weiqi's weird expression at all, and continued to read in a standard broadcast voice.

[The most memorable time I conquered a demon was when I encountered a tree vine spirit in the wilderness when I was a child.

The vine monster was several feet long, roaring and running towards me. I ran away like a wild dog. When I was almost desperate, I suddenly saw a figure -

Oh my God! It was my cousin! ］

- Cousin!

It was a pleasant surprise!

Qiu Baishuang's heart was surging, his eyes were as bright as Ultraman shooting lasers, the corners of his mouth were raised wildly, and he continued to listen.

[My cousin, as a novice talisman practitioner, was crawling on the ground alone, like a crawling worm, gradually approaching the vine monster!

It turned out that he racked his brains and finally came up with a clever plan to save me from the water and fire:

the eyes of the vine monster are on its head instead of its feet. As long as I lie on the ground and approach it, it will never see me! ］

That illogical "clever plan" is simply insane. Let's ignore it. The word "wracking one's brain" is too scary.

In a sense, Qiu Baishuang was still smiling at this moment.

——Although the corners of her mouth were tilted downward.

Lin Xun looked at him with some horror. In the world view of Xiao Bailong, this cousin with white hair has become a worm that twists and turns.

［Then the formation was full of light, and the vine monster screamed. In the dazzling white light, I saw a figure that was knocked away and tumbled in the air. It was my cousin! ］

［My cousin is dead! ］

When Qiu Baishuang heard the news of his own death, he almost couldn't catch his breath. He stared with wide eyes and pinched his philtrum desperately.

Just before he suffocated, he suddenly heard another scream from He Zhizhou.

［"No! Cousin!"

My heart hurts so much! I roared and ran towards him, and I saw him lying on the ground with his eyes rolled up, and his eyelids fluttering up and down like a loach!

Cousin is not dead yet! ］

The cousin in the article switched back and forth between the state of death and life, and Qiu Baishuang in reality was also constantly undergoing quantum fluctuations in the mood of being angry to the point of sudden death and being ecstatic to have survived a disaster.

In order to celebrate Zheng Weiqi's saving his life, Qiu Baishuang breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile reappeared on the corners of his mouth.

He decided not to think carefully about what "eyelids fluttering up and down like a loach" meant.

[My cousin's eyes, nose and mouth were all bleeding, and his eyeballs were bulging and almost squeezed out.

He held my hand with tears of blood, panting: "Weiwei, my greatest wish in this life is to see you graduate from the academy in my lifetime... Otherwise, I won't be at peace even as a ghost, and I must go to your Xuanxu Sword Sect to wander around!"]

Qiu Baishuang really started to roll her eyes and pant wildly.

He Zhizhou is indeed a professional. The last sentence he read was so gloomy, with a kind of resentful and frustrated temperament.

Ningning couldn't help but shudder. If she was the elder who reviewed the test paper, she would probably be so scared that her back would go cold and she would cremate the test paper nearby.

——In the end, this paragraph is the focus of the whole article! My cousin was a tool for scoring in the written test until his death!

[The rain wet my creamy face, and my tears were crystal clear, falling silently from my eyes that were as bright as the stars, passing through the heartbreakingly beautiful cheekbones and fragile and thin lips, and condensing into fleeting splashes of water on the ground.

I clenched my pink fists, and my soft and sweet cry spread throughout the mountains and fields, echoing mournfully: "Cousin, don't worry, I will definitely pass the test of the academy!"

"Pass the test of the academy!"

"The test!"

...]

Zheng Weiqi, this terrible woman.

Previously, she had described her cousin as a twisting worm, but when describing herself, she could suddenly use many strange adjectives flexibly, as if she was describing the heroine of a romance novel.

This time, even He Zhizhou was stunned, and looked at her "heartbreakingly beautiful cheekbones" with horror.

He hesitated for a while before saying, "Senior Sister Zheng's writing style is indeed different from that of ordinary people."

Ning Ning looked at Qiu Baishuang's face with great concern, and asked in a low voice, "So...what happened to my cousin in the end?"

She thought the above content was the limit, and things could not get worse no matter what, but He Zhizhou glanced down and frowned deeply.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

Ning Ning felt something was wrong and was about to speak out to stop him when she saw He Zhizhou slowly open his lips.

[Maybe God has blessed my cousin, he didn't die, but his round and beautiful head was severely injured, making him a vegetable man who can only lie motionless in bed.

He used to be so high-spirited, but now he has fallen into a long sleep forever. Maybe one day, when I go to see him with the high-scoring test paper of the imperial examination, he will be able to open his eyes as he wished.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. My cousin saved thousands of people, so who can give him a chance to live?]

What a literary masterpiece with ups and downs.

The previous part is outrageous enough, and there is even a shameless moral kidnapping at the end. No wonder this test paper can get full marks. The elder who reads the paper is so miserable.

He Zhizhou was so amused that his shoulders shook with laughter:

"Senior Sister Zheng, are you going to say 'my cousin has become a vegetable'? I only mentioned this disease from my hometown to you once, but I didn't expect you to be able to apply it in practice. It's amazing!"

Zheng Weiqi lay on her back, with a slight arc at the corner of her trembling mouth.

Everything around her was so quiet. At this moment, she became a philosopher with a sad face, not caring about human beings, but only caring about her cousin's iron fist.

Qiu Baishuang's round and beautiful head did not move, and her eyes were sharp, staring at her straight.

It was not until this moment that he realized that this was not "The Chronicle of Conquering the Demons", but "Save My Cousin in a Vegetable State".

But He Zhizhou couldn't understand the atmosphere and continued to laugh: "Come to think of it, Senior Sister Zheng, you don't really have a cousin, do you? Hahaha! Don't let him see it in person, otherwise you'll be dead!"

He originally used a joking tone, but after he finished speaking, no one responded.

Everyone's expression was so sad, as if he was not reading an article just now, but announcing someone's death in public.

In the silence of silence, He Zhizhou seemed to understand something.

A figure walked forward slowly, and he heard an unfamiliar male voice, coming from the white-haired young man he had never seen before: "I am Qiu Baishuang, the immortal of Sufeng."

The other party paused, then strengthened his tone, and every word was paused, and the sound hit the eardrum: "I am her cousin."

The last two words were bitten particularly hard.

He Zhizhou looked at him blankly, then at Zheng Weiqi, his mind was blank, and he trembled as he responded, "Sufeng cactus... Bai, we are good friends."

Qiu Baishuang held back the blue veins on his forehead, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "My last name is Qiu."

"Brother."

Zheng Weiqi gave up resistance, like a fish blowing bubbles on the shore, her tears were crystal clear, falling silently from her eyes that were as bright as the stars.

She had said that sentence too many times: "Promise me not to beat the child to death, okay?"