If the little angel sees anti-theft, it means the purchase rate is not high enough~
A hint of violent fluctuation finally appeared in Han Qianling's completely crazy eyes!
The turbulent spiritual energy around him had formed a vortex, as if waiting to frantically devour the entire small world at any moment. But at this moment, this vortex was slowly and laboriously spinning in the opposite direction.
Han Qianling struggled to suppress his spiritual energy and cultivation, pressing them back into his body inch by inch. This was so difficult, as if a person was desperately trying to stuff back his spine that had been pulled out of his body.
Everyone has a few "I can'ts" in their hearts. Some people can't kill, some can't set fire, and some can't betray.
And Han Qianling has been demanding of himself for the past fourteen years: he must not go crazy, he must not give up, and he must not lose control of the hatred that is born from his soul and is always difficult to get rid of.
This kind of restraint and endurance had almost become an innate instinct, so much so that when he regained some of his rationality, the hunger and madness that swept through his body were slowly and effectively suppressed.
Luo Jiujiang was fast asleep next door, with a robe covered with salt crystals lying at the foot of his bed.
Han Qianling sat upright in the bedroom, sweat pouring down his face, wetting his clothes. A layer of snow-white salt frost was slowly forming on his back.
As the spiritual energy dissipated bit by bit, Han Qianling's cultivation level also dropped bit by bit, from foundation building to the ninth level of Qi Refining, the eighth level of Qi Refining... and then returned to the original seventh level of Qi Refining.
He opened his eyes again, his gaze clear.
The difference from before was that the spiritual energy in his meridians was now so thick that it was almost sticky.
He wouldn't be on the brink of a breakthrough after just a few moments of activating his spiritual energy, as he had been doing before. Nor would he advance to the Foundation Establishment stage, where he couldn't control himself. His current situation was the best possible outcome.
Every inch of Han Qianling's muscles felt like they were filled with lead, yet his soul felt light and airy. He let himself fall back on the bed in a state of disgrace, unaware that the corners of his mouth were slowly curling up.
This relaxed feeling can probably be called relief.
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The next morning, Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling walked side by side towards the training ground. Han Qianling brought up what happened last night in a different light: "I've put some new pots of flowers in your room."
As he spoke, he was twisting the string of smooth, round beads, letting them slide slowly and steadily through his fingers. Luo Jiujiang said, "Oh," "I didn't notice that."
"It hasn't changed much. It's still the same variety as before," Han Qianling said calmly. "I just changed the color. I think blue is more pleasing to the eye."
Luo Jiujiang didn't take such trivial matters seriously. He nodded casually to indicate that he understood. Just as he was about to describe to Han Qianling a dream he had yesterday with great interest, Han Qianling suddenly tugged at his sleeve and dragged him behind a rugged rock.
Luo Jiujiang and he have always had a tacit understanding. Not only did he obey Han Qianling's force and hide well without making a sound in the middle, he even took the time to help Han Qianling gather up a corner of his clothes that might reveal his whereabouts.
Just as he finished this action, he heard the footsteps of two people approaching from a distance. Luo Jiujiang looked out from the crevice of the stone, and at the first glance, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
This place is truly a perfect place to avoid prying eyes. The two people hiding in the shadow of a clump of green plants in the distance, who else could it be but Yue Qinghui and Dong Shuangyu?
They were originally walking hand in hand on the road, and now they found a place away from people, and they just kissed passionately.
Luo Jiujiang was dumbfounded.
Unlike Luo Jiujiang's previous complete lack of awareness, Han Qianling had already had a vague suspicion about the relationship between the two men yesterday. Seeing his suspicions come true, he wasn't surprised at all, but simply silently pulled Luo Jiujiang toward him.
Listening to the rustling of branches and leaves rubbing against clothes not far away, the unique sound of water when lovers kiss deeply, and a few low and sweet whispers, even someone as open-minded as Luo Jiujiang couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed at this moment.
The rocky mass he and Han Qianling were hiding in was limited in size, forcing them to press their bodies together. Their breaths mingled, and even at this distance, they could clearly smell each other's scent. It was a familiar scent; if they hadn't been in such a close environment, they would have become accustomed to it, oblivious.
The sound of his own heartbeat and the other person's heartbeat mixed together and was clearly audible. The moment Luo Jiujiang blinked, an illusion flashed through his mind: their hearts were tied together by something.
Thankfully, the two didn't have to linger in this awkward situation for too long. Dong Shuangyu and Yue Qinghui eventually left. Hearing their voices fade away, Luo Jiujiang bravely poked his head out and saw the two interlocking fingers from behind.
After confirming that the other party had really left and would not come back, Luo Jiujiang stood up with the help of a stone and let out a long breath: "I really didn't expect it... I have never encountered such a thing before."
"Two men forming a Daoist couple is more common outside the islands, but certainly rare within the Seven Islands." Han Qianling also stood up, carefully straightening his clothes and brushing off a few specks of moss he had just rubbed against the stone. Unlike Luo Jiujiang's relief, his expression was somewhat unpredictable. "What do you think?"
"What?"
"What do you think about the two of them? I mean, two men talking about love like this."
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