Chapter 85
The living soul cannot leave the body for too long.
During the time it took to rush back from the Lan family, even with the help of the soul-soothing talisman, Xie Xuanqing's soul still couldn't help but weaken a little.
Rong Jing subconsciously injected a stream of spiritual power into him, and then Xie Xuan lightly grabbed his fingertips: "Wait——"
Butler Chen was still standing downstairs, but Xie Xuanqing was still in the state of a living soul. Except for the Heavenly Master and some ordinary people with extraordinary talents, ordinary people generally could not detect his existence.
Xie Xuanqing had verified his conjecture in the Lan Family Secret Realm before, so when facing Rong Jing at this time, he didn't need to avoid anything. He smiled and said, "Sir, you are injured, it's better to take care of yourself first."
After recalling all the memories and feeling complicated, the first thing Xie Xuanqing cared about was the bloodstain he saw on Rong Jing's lips.
When he regained consciousness, Rong Jing had already summoned the hellfire.
But even if he had not witnessed the initial confrontation between Rong Jing and Yuan Xiu, based on Xie Xuanqing's understanding of Yuan Xiu and the aura he felt from Yuan Xiu after he woke up, his master would definitely have some difficulty in dealing with the other party in the beginning...
Although Yuan Xiu was defeated in the end, Xie Xuanqing still felt unhappy when he saw Rong Jing's face turning pale unconsciously.
If he was also a Heavenly Master... would Rong Jing not have to push himself so hard?
It's a pity that no matter in the previous life or this life, he has no talent in metaphysics. The only thing that can be said to be useful is his fate.
His eyes darkened slightly, and Xie Xuanqing suppressed the thoughts in his mind, still trying to stop Rong Jing's actions with his hands.
His tone was gentle, and because he recalled the memories of his previous life, his expression unconsciously carried a hint of gratitude.
However, his actions were indeed tough and persistent.
Rong Jing stared at him for a few seconds, and finally took back the spiritual power in his hand.
The injuries on his body were not serious, but for an ordinary Heavenly Master, they were already in an extremely dangerous state.
As the spiritual power was withdrawn, the feeling of tightness in the chest faded a little. Rong Jing couldn't help but frown.
Xie Xuanqing observed his expression carefully, and finally couldn't help but gently touch his forehead with his phantom palm.
Rong Jing came back to his senses in an instant: "......?"
"Did it hurt...at that time?" Xie Xuan asked softly.
He not only asked whether it hurt when Rong Jing spat out the blood from his heart, but he also wanted to ask him, when he faced the thunder punishment sent down by heaven... did it hurt?
Under his calm eyes, there seemed to be extremely complicated and turbulent emotions. Rong Jing looked at him, paused, and replied: "Not bad."
I can’t say whether it hurts or not, I just feel okay.
Xie Xuan repeated his answer in a low voice, and then smiled: "Is that so... That's good."
Seeing this, Rong Jing pursed his lips, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
However, Xie Xuanqing had calmed down by then, and seeing Rong Jing's expression, he smiled and changed the subject, "By the way, sir, aren't you going to help me get back to my body?"
When he was taken away by Yuan Xiu using a summoning spell, his consciousness was on the verge of blurring. Xie Xuanqing recalled the condition of his body when he left his soul... It should be fine?
Rong Jing also reacted, looked at his somewhat illusory soul, and said "hmm" softly.
A man and a soul walked side by side towards Xie Xuanqing's room. Butler Chen stood downstairs a little confused, watching Rong Jing disappear at the stairs, thinking -
Was there anyone else on the stairs just now? Why did Master Rong Tian seem to be talking to someone...
But Rong Jing's identity was there, and after thinking about it, Butler Chen decided to put this strange thing behind him.
Xie Xuanqing's room was right next to Rong Jing's room. As Rong Jing approached the door, he instantly felt the almost broken power of the formation coming from inside.
With a slight frown on his face, Rong Jing reached out and pressed down the door handle.
With a creaky sound, the dark door slowly opened.
What came into view were the array patterns everywhere activated by the summoning spells used by Yuan Xiu.
In fact, the formations that Rong Jing had set up for Xie Xuanqing were all full of protective power. If the summoning spell used by Yuan Xiu had not been too overbearing, and the Xie bloodline collected by the Lan family had not been far beyond Rong Jing's expectations, Xie Xuanqing might not have been directly taken away by Yuan Xiu.
Although Yuan Xiu's action... ended up hurting himself.
After all, if the evil spirit that Xie Xuanqing burst out had not blocked him for a moment, Yuan Xiu would most likely have been able to retain most of his strength and escape.
By then, it might be more difficult for the special department or even Rong Jing to handle.
Lowering his eyes, Rong Jing gathered the broken power of the formation that was dissipating in the air, and then looked towards the bay window opposite the door.
A tall body was lying on the bay window in an extremely quiet and slightly twisted posture, his black hair falling down as he moved, vaguely obscuring his facial features.
A faint, weak vitality connected the physical body and Xie Xuanqing's soul.
Xie Xuanqing looked at his body half-twisted and lying on the bay window. His fingertips seemed to be still clinging to one of the formations set up by Rong Jing that he had felt before. For a moment, he was a little: "..."
Rong Jing was calmer than Xie Xuanqing himself. He looked at the place where Xie Xuanqing's fingers were resting on his body for a moment, then walked over and reluctantly lifted Xie Xuanqing's body...
Spread out on the ground.
Xie Xuanqing: "..."
However, he has been exercising and participating in fighting for many years, so his muscular body is indeed a bit heavy for him to carry.
Rong Jing's figure was indeed not bad, with a layer of beautiful and smooth muscles on his arms, but he had just been injured. After Xie Xuanqing was silent for a moment, he silently said: "Am I just going to lie down like this?"
Whether it was in the previous life or this life... This was the first time Xie Xuanqing had tried to separate his soul. Thinking of a soul separation incident that Rong Jing had handled in his previous life, Xie Xuanqing asked based on his experience.
"Yeah." When he said this, Rong Jing also remembered the scene at that time.
That's not a difficult thing to deal with.
But perhaps it was because I spent too much time with Xie Chong, and the two of us were often together, so the memory became extremely profound -
That was the first metaphysical event he and Xie Chong encountered together after they met.
A peasant woman, holding a swaddled baby in her arms, pleaded in panic and sadness to passers-by to save her child.
"She is just sick, please, save her... She is not a ghost child, she is just sick..."
The peasant woman's cry was like crying blood. It was clearly still winter, but she was only wearing a thin, patched, loose coat and skirt.
The biting north wind blew through the thin cloth in an instant, revealing her rough, purple, withered arms.
The swaddling clothes in her arms were also extremely thin, and the child's pale face was wrapped in a layer of dirty black linen. As if she felt and heard the mother's wailing from the chest, her eyelids moved, and then a pair of dark eyes with bloodshot eye sockets were revealed.
"Giggle, giggle," a laugh suddenly came out from the cradle. The child looked no more than four or five months old, but the voice that came out of his mouth was old and hoarse, with a strong ominous meaning.
Some passers-by were originally feeling sympathy and wanted to go over to see what had happened to them, but after seeing the baby's behavior, who would dare to stay any longer?
He quickly broke free from the peasant woman's attempts to keep him and quickly disappeared at the end of the path.
"What a ghost child..."
"He's a poor man, too."
However, they are pitiful. In this chaotic world, there are countless monsters and ghosts appearing in the world. They are just trying to live a safe life in this chaotic world. Who would dare to care about these trivial matters involving monsters and ghosts?
The peasant woman watched painfully as the figure of the pedestrian disappeared at the end of the path. A man in cloth with an angry face walked out from behind her: "How long are you going to embarrass yourself by holding on to this ghost thing? The witch has already said that this is the ghost child. You should give her to me quickly. I will take her to the back mountain to bury her tonight. Otherwise, if it brings disaster to the village, you will have several lives to pay for it!"
As he was about to grab the baby, the peasant woman had just given birth and was still weak. When he pulled her like that, she almost fell to the ground, and the baby in her arms almost fell to the ground.
A pair of slightly cool and extremely slender hands suddenly stretched out.
Rong Jing slowly picked up the child. Xie Chong watched his movements and also bent down to help the peasant woman up.
“You are…”
The two were handsome and noble, and their temperaments were extraordinary. The man and the peasant woman were a little apprehensive when they saw Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing.
The peasant woman's eyes were fixed on the swaddling clothes in Rong Jing's arms.
It was not like she had not seen young masters from wealthy families before. In such troubled times, having money and power meant having a say.
The peasant woman once witnessed with her own eyes a young master from a wealthy family who rode his horse to trample a child to death for fun. In the end, he only threw a few coins to the child's parents as compensation and rode away laughing.
Even though the child in Rong Jing's arms was sick, it was still the child she had carried for ten months with great difficulty... How could she not be nervous?
The man greeted Rong Jing and Xie Xuan lightly, then glared at the peasant woman.
I said a long time ago that I would throw this devilish child away, but this woman insisted on stopping me. If this really offends some powerful person... then even beating her to death would not be enough to compensate her.
The peasant woman received the man's gaze and trembled all over, but she finally mustered up the courage to say, "Thank you, two young masters, my child..."
She stammered and stretched out her hand. Rong Jing glanced at her indifferently, but still returned the child.
He and Xie Chong just passed by here and happened to see the whole thing.
With Rong Jing's keen eyesight, he could naturally tell that the child in the peasant woman's arms was not a ghost child, but an ordinary baby whose soul accidentally left his body and was then possessed by a passing ghost.
At this time, the soul of the baby followed behind the mother. Because the past was over and everything disappeared after reincarnation, the baby still looked innocent at this time. He just snuggled up to his mother, looking at his body blankly.
The ghost occupying the baby's body does not want to seize a physical body and live obediently, but holds hatred for the human world and indiscriminately targets everyone who approaches.
At this time, it was living in the baby's body, and it made the same extremely strange and terrifying giggle as before towards the mother who had a frightened and loving face.
Then the next second, its laughter was strangled in its throat.
The pair of light amber eyes stared at it quietly, and the slightly cool fingers gently rubbed the baby's cheek, which should have been tender but was now a little rough due to the cold wind.
An indescribable sense of danger rose from the bottom of his heart, and the ghost carefully hid his soul deeper into the child's body. In the end, Rong Jing used his spiritual power to pull it out of the fragile body.
The peasant woman could not see the existence of ghosts. She stared at Rong Jing's movements nervously, but strangely, she could not think of stopping him.
Everyone said that her child was a ghost child, but she was normal when she was born. She would cry, laugh, and snuggle up to her. Her little body was warm. How could such a child be a ghost child?
But one day, she fell ill and had to leave the child to her mother-in-law.
My mother-in-law disliked the child because she was a girl since she was born, but now she was so old that she just accepted the scolding.
However, when she recovered from her illness, something went wrong with the child.
Her parents-in-law and her husband all said that her child was a ghost child, and the whole village began to point fingers at her child.
She could only beg her husband not to abandon the child, and could only wait at the entrance of the village and at the door day and night, hoping that a doctor would pass by and take a look at the child.
But the villagers became more and more dissatisfied. Her husband's family also began to mistreat her because she had injured herself during childbirth and was unwilling to abandon the baby.
The moment she was pushed down by her husband, a thought flashed through the peasant woman's mind.
Since everyone says that her child is a ghost child, she might as well take the child with her and die. It would be just right for the ghost mother to take the ghost child with her then.
But now, as she watched Rong Jing's actions, she lost this thought for a moment. She just stared blankly at the child in her arms and closed her eyes quietly: "Young Master, you..."
"Is there a place to put the child down?" Rong Jing asked.
He was extremely handsome, and his temperament was noble and mysterious. The snow-white fox fur coat around his cheeks made him look even more like an immortal.
Not to mention his extremely eye-catching, bright and thick silver hair.
The peasant woman's heart was beating fast when she heard his question, but she quickly replied, "Yes, yes!"
Not caring about the anger of the man beside her or the expression of her father-in-law who came out of the hut after hearing the noise, the peasant woman embraced the child and hurriedly took Rong Jing inside.
"Wait, who are you and what do you want?"
The shrewd-looking eunuch subconsciously blocked their way. Rong Jing glanced at him indifferently, but dodged and walked straight inside.
Xie Chong did not avoid him. However, he looked stern, and when the smile faded, he looked even more imposing: "This old man, please don't disturb him... My master is better at doing things."
He and Rong Jing had only known each other for a short time, so it was not appropriate to call him by his name, so he compromised and chose the title of "Mr."
However, after thinking about it in his mind, Xie Chong felt that this name was also very appropriate for Yu Rongjing.
The shrewd-looking eunuch was intimidated by Xie Chong's aura. He moved his mouth but did not dare to say anything more.
Seeing this, Xie Chong ignored him and walked straight into the hut.
The peasant woman had now laid the child steadily on the bed.
It was a time of turmoil and their family had little ability. The peasant woman used to make a living by embroidering, but she hurt herself after she became pregnant, and she had to take care of the children and the family, so she had not picked up needlework for a long time.
At this time, the bed in the house was also made of dirt, and things were messy and complicated. The peasant woman saw Rong Jing followed her in without paying any attention, but she felt a little embarrassed unconsciously.
"Young master, look..." She pushed aside the patched sheets on the bed and asked, rubbing her hands.
At this time, Xie Chong had also come to his side. Rong Jing thought about it, and then picked up the infant spirit on the ground. Then he gently drew a trace of dragon energy from Xie Chong: "Borrow it for a while."
Xie Chong didn't know what he was going to do, but he lowered his eyes to look at Rong Jing and smiled, "Mr. Rong, just go ahead."
The process of sending the baby spirit back into the body was not difficult. Xie Chong only saw Rong Jing's slender fingers grabbing in the air, as if he had grabbed something, and then he whispered a few spells.
It was as if a warm breeze was blowing through the room, sweeping away the depressing atmosphere.
Xie Chong seemed to vaguely see the shadow of a baby following Rong Jing's movements and lying in the swaddling clothes on the bed. Then the next second, a "wa——" baby cry was heard, and the baby on the bed opened his eyes and returned to normal.
The peasant woman stared blankly at the child on the bed. After a long while, she took the child into her arms with trembling hands and coaxed him gently.
When the child's crying subsided, she remembered the presence of Rong Jing and Xie Chong, and knelt down again, saying excitedly: "Thank you, thank you two immortals, thank you two immortals for saving my child."
Rong Jing lowered his eyes, but avoided her greeting and reached out to pull her up.
"Your child was just frightened for a moment. It's nothing serious. There's no need to be so serious."
"I said, she is definitely not a ghost child..." the peasant woman said with tears in her eyes when she heard it.
However, the man and the shrewd father-in-law had walked in at this time. Seeing what they were doing, they immediately scolded him: "Why did you bring someone into the house for no reason?"
They didn't dare to vent their anger on Rong Jing and Xie Chong, so they vented their anger on the peasant woman.
Rong Jing didn't quite remember what happened afterwards. He only remembered that Xie Chong coaxed him out, and then leaned over and said something to the peasant woman.
A few years later, Xie Chong ascended the throne. When he and Rong Jing were walking incognito through the most prosperous street in the imperial capital, they saw a peasant woman with a little girl who was already five or six years old, smiling and buying a candied haws from a vendor.
Perhaps she could no longer be called a peasant woman. Her dress was not brand new but clean and fitted, and the little girl beside her was also dressed very warmly, and there was an extremely close atmosphere between the two.
For a peasant woman, living without illness or disaster and relying on her daughter until old age is the best second half of her life.
Thinking about it now, Rong Jing suddenly asked: "What did you say to her at that time?"
Xie Xuanqing was observing how to lie down most appropriately, but when he heard his question, he came back to his senses.
Smiling slightly, he looked at Rong Jing's slightly raised delicate face that was right in front of him, but suddenly lowered his head and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
The soul has no substance, but as a heavenly master, Rong Jing can feel a trace of the soul's aura.
A slightly cool and strange touch fell on his lips. Rong Jing blinked and didn't even react. This was a kiss.
However, Xie Xuanqing had already laid down his physical body at this time. He subconsciously performed the soul-summoning spell, and then Xie Xuanqing, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes.
Rong Jing met his gaze, pursed his lips, and then remembered what he had just done in the form of a soul, and couldn't help but frowned: "You..."
"I said that her husband was not a good man, and that her grandfather deliberately took the child away to scare him out of his wits, so I told her to try to take the child away from there." Xie Xuanqing said softly, "Didn't you want to remind her of this at the time, sir?"
But his Huaiyu was more delicate after all. Although the man and the old man looked timid, they were actually strong. Xie Chong didn't want them to hate Rong Jing, so he coaxed him out and reminded the peasant woman himself.
After saying this, he secretly stuffed a silver ingot into the child's swaddling clothes. It wasn't very valuable, but it was enough to support the mother and daughter for a few years.
After slowly explaining the arrangements he had made at that time, Xie Xuanqing looked calm, and then carefully moved his right leg: "..."
My body has been lying on the bay window for quite some time...my legs are numb.
He thought he moved subtly, but Rong Jing's eyes fell on his leg in just a moment.
The smile on Patriarch Xie's face could hardly be maintained: "Huai Yu..."
A deep voice came from his ear, calling his strange yet familiar courtesy name. Rong Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, but he retracted his gaze.
Just before Xie Xuan could relax, Rong Jing continued to look down at him and asked, "What did you mean just now?"
Rong Jing naturally knew that Xie Xuanqing had romantic feelings for him, but he and Xie Chong had been together for several years and had always regarded each other as close friends.
Now that Xie Chong's memory has awakened, Rong Jing has wondered whether Xie Xuanqing had also erased the love he had for her. However, the action Xie Xuanqing just performed with his soul directly shattered Rong Jing's guess.
His husband did care after all and asked him directly about it.
Xie Xuanqing sighed in his heart, but he did not regret what he had just done in a fit of confusion.
From Xie Xuanqing's perspective, Rong Jing had only been gone for less than a day. But in Xie Chong's eyes, he and Rong Jing had been separated for countless years.
In his previous life, Rong Jing left the world when Xie Chong was twenty-five. In the following forty years, Xie Chong never met her again, not even in his dreams.
He could only pray day after day that the design proposed by Master Rong Jing would work. He imagined that Rong Jing was living in a world he had never known, where he lived freely and without danger.
The emotions carried in the memories were too heavy. He had not noticed it when he was in the soul state. Only when he returned to his body did Xie Xuanqing feel how deep the despair and pain left over from his previous life were.
"Sir, can't you guess it?"
He lowered his head and smiled. The blood circulation in his legs finally became smooth. Xie Xuanqing stood up from the ground, not caring about his ugly appearance at the moment. He patted his hands and spoke softly to Rong Jing face to face.
"Whether you are Xie Chong in the previous life or Xie Xuanqing in this life, I like you, Huaiyu."
Murmuring a name that belonged only to him, Xie Xuan raised his head slightly and looked at Rong Jing quietly.
Even though he had guessed the result, when the other party said it so bluntly, Master Rong wanted to escape again.
However, he was injured at this time. Although Xie Xuanqing was also injured in the soul, his physical advantage was there, and he blocked him directly.
"Huaiyu...what do you think, sir?" Xie Xuan asked lightly.
He changed his offensive. It was clearly Rong Jing who questioned him first, but now he was looking at Rong Jing, determined to get an answer.
"Come to think of it, sir, you didn't answer me before. At that time, did you prefer me to be Xie Xuanqing or Xie Chong?"
His questions were more pointed than the last, and each one made Master Rong more embarrassed.
After a moment of silence, Rong Jing finally raised his head in Xie Xuanqing's deep and tense gaze: "I don't know."
He still gave the same answer as before, but his expression was more lively than before.
Frowning slightly, Rong Jing said: "I hope you are Xie Chong, and I also hope you are still Xie Xuanqing."
Xie Chong represents his past in Dazhao. No matter what his feelings towards Xie Chong are, the memory of this identity is difficult to erase in his heart.
Xie Xuanqing is the person with whom he has the most profound causal entanglement in this era, but the reason he came into contact with Xie Xuanqing in the beginning was also because of Xie Chong.
Later, after he deduced that Xie Xuanqing was the reincarnation of Xie Chong through the reactions of the Zhoutian hexagrams and the way of heaven, he gradually blurred the difference between the two.
Until now, until today, to Yu Rongjing, they are still one person.
"You are them, aren't you?"
Xie Xuanqing didn't expect Rong Jing to answer him like this.
He had indeed accepted the fact that he was the reincarnation of Xie Chong, and he also knew that he was Xie Xuanqing.
The feeling is extremely subtle, but carries an indescribable sense of harmony, as if things should be this way.
But although he accepted his identity, he still couldn't help but worry about whether Rong Jing was more inclined towards Xie Chong or Xie Xuanqing.
Rong Jing's answer at this time directly shattered all his assumptions.
He neither directly said that he preferred Xie Xuanqing, nor did he directly say that he preferred Xie Chong.
He just said, you are them, aren't you?
Xie Xuan's Adam's apple moved up and down, but he skipped this question and continued to ask: "Then the gentleman hasn't answered me yet. I have liked the gentleman in both of my lives...Does the gentleman like me?"
Xie Xuanqing once said these words to Rong Jing. At this moment, he recovered the memory of his previous life. As a founding emperor, Emperor Zhao, who was respected by countless people, the most profound emotion before his death was... regret.
I regret why I never confessed my love to my sweetheart back then, and I also regret that they separated too early and I don’t know if we can meet again after reincarnation.
But in the end, his prayer worked.
Rong Jing traveled through hundreds of years to this era, and he happened to recover his memories of his previous life.
Under the impact of the emotions of two lives, Xie Xuanqing once again expressed his feelings.
Rong Jing met his deep eyes.
Those eyes, which were usually calm and deep, now hid a hint of obvious tension.
A complex and intense love is hidden in it, and just the slightest touch will cause the other person's heart to surge.
Rong Jing's ears began to feel hot unconsciously, and his cheeks were also stained with a light layer of pink.
Rong Jing calmly turned his eyes away, frowned, and said calmly: "...I don't know."
"Why doesn't the sir know anything?" Xie Xuanqing couldn't help but sigh.
When Rong Jing heard his words, he couldn't help but pursed his lips.
Indeed, at first glance, his answers seemed a little too perfunctory.
But he really didn't know what human love was, especially when Xie Xuanqing awakened the memories of his previous life and had the figure of Xie Chong on him again, Rong Jing became even more confused.
He had always known that Xie Xuanqing was most likely the reincarnation of Xie Chong, and had always vaguely regarded them as the same person.
But this subconscious thought seems a little caught off guard when faced with the exact facts.
Xie Chong is a close friend, but Xie Xuanqing has a romantic relationship with him——
No, according to what Xie Xuanqing just said, Xie Chong also had romantic feelings for him, but for Rong Jing, this broke his fixed way of thinking.
...To go from best friends to lovers?
It seemed that he was not prepared. But Rong Jing carefully felt his heart and it seemed that he was not very resistant.
The answer that finally came out was just a somewhat hesitant "I don't know".
Master Rong rarely felt a little guilty and remorseful, but before he could say anything else, Xie Xuanqing's hand covered him again.
Only this time, his soul returned to his body, and the touch of his warm fingertips was so vivid that it instantly grabbed Rong Jing's attention.
Warm breath fell on his cheek, and Xie Xuan called out "Sir" softly. Seeing that Rong Jing still didn't say anything to stop him, he lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.
Compared to the soul's kiss, this kiss is undoubtedly more prominent.
Their moist lips overlapped, Xie Xuan carefully kissed Rong Jing's thin lips, and asked, "What about now? Have you figured it out now, sir?"
Kissing naturally carries with it a meaning of intimacy. Even though Rong Jing doesn't understand human love, he knows that such an intimate act should not happen between close friends.
But when Xie Xuan kissed her lightly just now, he knew clearly that the other person had all of his memories from the previous life, and remembered everything he had experienced.
But he never refused because of "Xie Chong".
The dense and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and Master Rong answered honestly with a "hmm". Then he hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his chin and rubbed it lightly against Xie Xuanqing's lips as if in response.
Compared with Xie Xuanqing's previous light kiss, Rong Jing's action was even more difficult to detect, like a dragonfly touching the water.
However, Xie Xuanqing was completely focused on the young man in front of him at this moment, and any change in him was captured in Xie Xuanqing's eyes.
That tiny, almost non-existent response was naturally magnified infinitely in such concentration.
For a moment, Xie Xuanqing felt as if there was a chaotic and noisy heartbeat coming from his chest, so loud that he almost thought Rong Jing was also frightened by his heartbeat.
The only sound remaining between the eardrums was the gentle breathing sounds of the two people.
Just when Rong Jing felt a little embarrassed, frowned slightly and wanted to step back, Xie Xuanqing finally came back to his senses.
He was almost greedy, but he also restrained himself and lowered his head to kiss Rong Jing's lips again.
Not sure if it was an illusion or Rong Jing's injuries were very serious, but Xie Xuanqing tasted a hint of blood on Rong Jing's lips.
After a pause, Xie Xuan kissed Rong Jing's light lips as if to comfort him, then slowly stood up.
"I'm very happy, sir," he said at last.
Rong Jing's eyelashes trembled. Although his cheeks turned red because he forgot to breathe, he remained calm: "...Yeah."
However, Xie Xuanqing became more and more aggressive. He lightly brushed the corner of Rong Jing's lips with his fingertips and wiped away the water stains.
He smiled and said, "What does sir's um mean? Are you unhappy? Or... haven't figured it out yet?"
Rong Jing: “…”
"Don't you feel any pain?" After a few seconds of silence, Master Rong used the traditional method of changing the subject and asked.
When the soul is damaged, even if it returns to the physical body, the pain of the damaged soul will be reflected in the physical body.
Xie Xuanqing's soul had not only endured the pain of Yuan Xiu's blood stimulating his memory, but had also been summoned by the other party directly and simply with a summoning spell. Although he was also nourished by Rong Jing's soul-soothing talisman along the way, his soul lamp still became a little dim.
This shows that the damage to Xie Xuanqing's soul was not slight. The fact that he was able to hold on until now without showing any emotion shows his amazing willpower.
The Xie family head, whose true identity was suddenly exposed by his lover, said: "..."
"Sir, you are really..." He sighed, but he couldn't say he was in a bad mood.
Xie Xuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and whispered: "It does hurt a little."
In fact, it was more than just a little painful.
The soul was almost in pain of being torn apart, and now it was reflected in the body. Xie Xuanqing's hands were trembling slightly due to the pain.
Rong Jing took a look and remembered that he had taken off the soul-soothing talismans just now because he wanted to send the soul back to the body.
Without the nourishment of the soothing talisman, the pain in the soul would naturally become more obvious.
Not caring whether Xie Xuanqing was deliberately acting pitiful, Rong Jing frowned, took out a few soul-soothing talismans and handed them over.
Xie Xuanqing couldn't help but let out a soft "hiss" and reached out to take it.
Then, following the movement of taking the talisman, he quietly and carefully inserted his fingers between Rong Jing's fingers.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," he said, "If Sir kisses me again, it might be better."
Rong Jing, whose hand was grabbed by him at once, said: "..."
Suddenly I felt a little regretful.
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