Tenderness is a feeling that is hard to describe.
Like a stream of water coming to a dry heart, it slowly seeps into the cracks and gradually fills all the gaps, deep or shallow.
For the first time, Pei Ji felt so clearly that he was still alive.
It was also the first time that I felt extremely fortunate to be alive.
Ningning 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 her next move would be, but he was willing to let her control him. Not much emotion could be seen in his eyes, his pupils were dark, like a beast waiting to be slaughtered in front of a hunter. He quietly hid his edge, raised his head and said nothing.
"I...I later asked Senior Brother about the method of healing with spiritual power."
Ningning lowered her head, and her right hand fell on the side of his neck, touching the smooth lines of his neck bone through the thin layer of skin and flesh.
Then he slowly moved his fingertips 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 where her fingers were, short and abrupt.
A spiritual energy spread from his throat, like a gentle breeze spreading slowly between his blood and skin.
The unhealed wounds under the clothes were burning, but the fresh and cool breath was like spring rain that moistened everything, gradually easing the pain and calming every drop of restless blood.
Ningning's strength was much gentler than before in the cave, and her spiritual power gradually increased step by step, like layer upon layer of waves and floating flowers on the beach.
——It was like her cold fingertips passed through every corner of his body one by one, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
Pei Ji's ears became hot at this thought and he avoided her sight: "Your injuries have not healed yet, there is no need to waste your spiritual energy."
Ningning didn't stop.
Just like the spiritual power flowing through his body, her fingers also rose and gently stroked the scar.
The scar had long since scabbed over and was not painful when touched.
Or perhaps the residual pain was thin and weak, very much like an uncontrollable itch.
He heard Ningning calling his name.
Pei Ji.
So he raised his eyes hastily and saw Ningning suddenly lowering her head.
The girl's lips did not fall on his lips or cheek, but Pei Ji held his breath at that moment, and his curled knuckles turned cold and white due to excessive force.
——She leaned over, her fluffy and soft black hair resting against his chin, and her lips fell on the scar, not using much force, as if she was just licking it gently.
The spiritual energy that enveloped his entire body suddenly shook because of this movement, like a breeze passing by, causing ripples in the lake, which surged and rolled wildly.
Pei Ji had never experienced such a feeling before, and he immediately called her in a hoarse voice: "Ningning."
As he spoke, his Adam's apple dropped suddenly again, passing over her lips.
It was a very wonderful touch.
Ningning's whole body was tense to begin with, and the sudden rise and fall on her lips made her back stiffen instantly.
This was the first time for her to take the initiative to get close to a boy. Although she seemed calm and composed, she was actually so nervous that she didn't dare to make any extra facial expressions.
Since Pei Ji is feeling uncomfortable, words like 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?
Continuing would be equivalent to going all the way down to other places besides the neck, but the scene was so restricted that she would blush even imagining it, and she didn't have the courage to do it at all.
But if she looked up at this moment, and she was face to face with Pei Ji, once she met his eyes...
no.
Ningning thought that she would definitely blush to the point of exploding. Pei Ji's eyes were murderous. When he glanced at her before, she almost forgot to breathe.
When she kissed him, she was completely obedient to her true intention. She wanted to kiss him so that Pei Ji would know that he was not alone and no one cared about him.
Now that the impulse has faded and rationality has gradually emerged, it is inevitable to feel embarrassed. Ningning 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 it!
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 quietly upwards.
Pei Ji's increasingly heavy breathing could be heard in my ears.
In front of me was the young man’s slender white neck. The protruding bone had a beautiful curve and trembled slightly in the shadow.
Ningning was in a panic. She 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 casual touching of his hair and the numbing sensation from his wound mixed together. Pei Ji took a low breath, making a trembling sound.
Going to die.
Ning Ning's heart softened when she heard this voice, and she spoke nervously and cautiously: "Will this... be better?"
His mind was in a mess, but she asked the question seriously. After a pause, she whispered, "Remember to heal your wounds well in the future."
His mind and body were weak, Pei Ji didn't even have the strength to say "hmm".
——In fact, "healing" is useless to him. Since he already has so many old scars crisscrossing his body, adding one or two new scars does not seem to be a big deal.
Many times he had thought in despair that if one day this broken body could no longer hold on, closing his eyes might be a relief.
"I wouldn't be happy if I saw you miserable."
When Ningning spoke, the air she exhaled fell very close to his skin, like delicate silk spread out, flowing softly around him.
She thought for a while, as if she was organizing her words, and finally continued awkwardly: "I like Pei Ji, so... you don't have to hate him, okay?"
Too gentle.
A shy seed quietly sprouted in my heart, and a touch of soft new green finally appeared in the once barren and desolate world.
The water generated by her slowly flows through its thin leaves and rhizomes, wrapping them up bit by bit and penetrating them 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 "like", the swirling water waves dripped, and the new leaves grew rapidly in an instant, swaying and caressing his chest, and his heart beat extremely powerfully.
That's why he cares about her so much.
No one can escape from such tenderness, but Pei Ji is willing to sink deeper and deeper into it, enjoying it.
The boy rubbed her head with his chin, pressed Ningning's lower back with his right hand, and pulled her down.
She had a slender figure, and when she bent down, she landed right on his chest.
Pei Ji's palms were much hotter than usual, with a heat that made people feel uneasy, and he pressed her hard into his arms.
Because their chests were so close to each other, Ningning couldn't tell whose heart was beating violently against her chest. She could only hear heavy thumps that made her head dizzy.
It was a possessive hug.
He had longed to touch her 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 hands pressed behind her back. 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 again and again, greedily enjoying the feeling of holding her in his arms: "...I know."
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Not long after Ningning woke up, other people from the sect came to visit her one after another.
The first ones to rush into the ward were Lin Xun, Meng Jue and the carefree Zheng Weiqi.
The eldest sister was in a good mood, and was accompanied by a tall and handsome young man.
The young man was dressed in white and had white hair, looking like the hero in a fairy tale drama. Seeing Ning Ning's curious eyes, he smiled softly and said, "Hello, both of you. I am Wei Qi's cousin Qiu Baishuang, and I will be the Lord of Luan City in the future."
"My cousin grew up in Luancheng and just came back from subduing monsters in Nanling the day before yesterday."
Zheng Weiqi explained leisurely: "The closing ceremony of the previous Ten Dharma Assembly was presided over by him."
Ning Ning was stunned: "End the ceremony?"
"You have slept for so long, so the Ten Dharmas must have passed long ago."
Zheng Weiqi tapped her forehead and said, "You are too reckless! You actually swallowed the Lingshu Immortal Grass directly. If it weren't for the elders of Baicao Hall working together to rescue you, you would probably have died."
She curled her lips, narrowed her eyes and asked, "Aren't you curious about your ranking in the Dharma Assembly?"
To be honest, Ningning didn't have high hopes for her performance in the Ten Dharma Conference.
She exhausted her spiritual power on the 62nd floor and left the tower early with Pei Ji. In terms of the number of demons killed, she was definitely not as good as others, but seeing Zheng Weiqi's excited face, she still asked politely, "How many?"
Zheng Weiqi chuckled and extended the index finger of her right hand.
One “one”.
Ningning blinked blankly.
"Why do you have that expression? The first place in the Golden Core Stage, Ningning!"
Zheng Weiqi suddenly jumped up, even more excited than her: "What level of monster is the Shadow Demon? What level of monster is the Black Dragon? Even I would be in danger if I bumped into them, but you took them all down! My junior sister is simply a genius!"
Ning Ning blushed at her praise and replied softly, "Black Flood Dragon... I didn't actually contribute."
Zheng Weiqi said righteously: "What belongs to my brother is yours, and what belongs to you is still yours! As a sword cultivator, the sword is your companion, and men are just tools!"
She paused, and once she started talking, she couldn't stop. "Wow, when my cousin said you were number one, and the mysterious mirror showed your battle with the Shadow Demon, the whole City Lord's Mansion was boiling! So cool! My junior sister is unparalleled in the world!"
Zheng Weiqi's flattery continued, Ning Ning was in a trance, and touched the tip of her nose in confusion: "Where's Pei Ji?"
There was a brief silence in the room.
Meng Jue and Zheng Weiqi looked at each other inexplicably, a smile appeared on the corner of their lips, and they took over the conversation for her:
"He is the second place. You used the snow to create light in Qiongshan Mountain and saved all the soldiers. The points they earned for you alone far exceeded others. Add the black dragon and the beast tide, and you are far ahead of others among the Jindan stage 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 didn't show up at the ceremony."
Zheng Weiqi couldn't help but continue after hearing this: "Speaking of the fight at Qiongshan, how on earth could you come up with such a brilliant idea? When the sword flashed - wow, my heart melted! Many of my disciples came to me to ask for your communication talisman address, but I rejected them all."
"I, I also think that Junior Sister is amazing."
Lin Xun, who rarely spoke, blinked and looked at her, his pupils gleaming with a bright light, and said seriously: "Senior sister's determination to fight to the death for those soldiers... is also very good!"
Ningning was thin-skinned and hid behind Pei Ji without making a sound.
In the original story, it should be Pei Ji who won the championship with a huge lead.
After the Ten Dharma Assembly ended, he was called the "God of Killing" by many disciples. The reason was simple: he was decisive in killing. In the secret realm, he relied on his Jindan stage cultivation to eliminate demons of higher levels many times and fought his way through.
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?
Ning Ning couldn't figure out what was going on, and suddenly she heard Zheng Weiqi's voice: "By the way, cousin, you are usually hard to find, how come you have time to come and accompany me to visit Junior Sister today?"
Qiu Baishuang pursed her lips and smiled: "I heard that you finally passed the academy test, so I specially prepared a surprise for you."
Yes.
It was because Senior Sister Zheng passed the written test that she was able to come to the Ten Dharma Assembly.
Strangely enough, the eldest sister has always adhered to the fine tradition of "ten years of hard study, read two sentences, and forget three lines" without wavering.
According to herself, memorizing is a kind of enjoyment, but she, Zheng Weiqi, is not the kind of person who seeks enjoyment, so she never memorizes.
However, it happened that she actually got full marks in one of her subjects, which raised her total score significantly and she successfully passed the written test.
Zheng Weiqi's eyes sparkled, and she nodded desperately. She had already stretched out her hands and waited for the red envelope, but her expression froze in the next moment.
Qiu Baishuang said: "My cousin's essay received full marks, and my brother was overjoyed. He specially asked the elders of the academy for it and brought it to Luancheng for everyone to appreciate."
Zheng Weiqi's mouth twitched obviously, and her whole body seemed to be stuck, freezing in place without moving.
The fearless eldest sister was unusually panicked: "No, no, no! Cousin, please don't! After all, this is my personal property, this is not good!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a golden light flash from the young man's storage bag, 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 with us?"
As He Zhizhou poked his head in, Ningning discovered that he was also wrapped in gauze like Pei Ji, with his left hand wrapped like a rice dumpling, ready to 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 should have just woken up."
They are the ones who are miserable.
Two vicious villains who sympathize with each other looked at each other from a distance, with only tears in their eyes.
Qiu Baishuang has been worrying about her cousin's studies for a long time, and now her hard work has finally paid off. She claims that she wants to leave a surprise for herself and passes the test paper to others to read.
So the stack of paper went around and around and finally fell into the hands of He Zhizhou, who looked the most excited.
"Is it Senior Sister Zheng's written test paper?"
He smiled and pretended to read out the title at the top: "Ahem - Chronicles of the Conquering Demons."
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Qiu Baishuang raised her eyebrows and showed the same signature grin as Senior Sister Zheng: "I heard that the prescribed essay topic is this. Among so many disciples in the academy, only Weiwei got full marks."
He Zhizhou praised repeatedly, his mouth almost full of eggs, and did not notice Zheng Weiqi's strange expression at all, and continued reading in a standard broadcasting tone.
[The most memorable experience I had in hunting monsters was when I was a child and encountered a vine spirit in the wilderness.
The vine monster was several feet long, roaring as it ran towards me. I ran away desperately like a wild dog. When I was about to despair, I suddenly saw a figure -
Oh my god! It turns out he is my cousin! ］
--cousin!
What a pleasant surprise!
Qiu Baishuang's heart was pounding with emotion when she heard this. Her eyes lit up like Ultraman shooting lasers. The corners of her mouth curled up wildly as she continued to listen.
[My cousin, as a fledgling talisman practitioner, was crawling on the ground alone, like a wriggling worm, gradually approaching the vine monster!
It turned out that he racked his brains to save me from the dire situation, and finally came up with a brilliant plan:
The vine monster's eyes are on its head, not its feet, so as long as you lie on the ground and approach it, you will never be seen by it! ］
That illogical "clever plan" is simply insane. Let's ignore it. The word "racking one's brains" is too scary.
In a sense, Qiu Baishuang was still smiling at this moment.
——Although the corners of the mouth are curved downwards.
Lin Xun looked at him with some horror. In Xiao Bailong's worldview, this cousin with white hair had become a twisting worm.
[Immediately afterwards, the formation was filled with light, and the vine monster screamed continuously. In the dazzling white light, I saw a figure that was knocked away and tumbled and fell in the air. It was my cousin! ］
[My cousin is dead! ］
When she heard the news of her own death, Qiu Baishuang almost couldn't breathe. Her eyes widened and she pinched her Ren Zhong point desperately.
Just before he suffocated, he suddenly heard another scream from He Zhizhou.
[“No! Cousin!”
My heart hurts so much! I ran towards him with a roar, and saw him lying straight on the ground with his eyes rolled up, his eyelids flapping up and down like a loach!
My cousin is not dead yet! ］
The cousin in the article switches back and forth between death and life, and Qiu Baishuang in reality is also constantly undergoing quantum fluctuations between being angry to the point of sudden death and being ecstatic after surviving a disaster.
To celebrate Zheng Weiqi saving his life, Qiu Baishuang breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his lips again.
He decided not to think about what "eyelids fluttering up and down like a loach" meant.
[Blood was gushing out of my cousin’s eyes, nose and mouth, and his eyeballs were bulging and almost being squeezed out.
He held my hand with tears and blood, panting: "Weiwei, my greatest wish in this life is to see you graduate from the academy before I die... Otherwise, I won't be at peace even as a ghost, and I will definitely go to your Xuanxu Sword Sect to wander around!"
Qiu Baishuang had really started to roll her eyes and gasp wildly.
He Zhizhou is indeed a professional. He pronounced the last sentence in a very eerie manner, with a kind of resentful and frustrated temperament.
Ningning couldn't help but shudder. If she were the examiner, she would probably be so frightened that her back would turn cold and she would cremate the test paper nearby.
——In the end, this paragraph is the focus of the whole article! My cousin was just a tool for scoring good grades in written tests until his death!
[The rain wet my creamy face. My tears were crystal clear and fell silently from my eyes as bright as stars. They passed through my heartbreakingly beautiful cheekbones and fragile thin lips, and condensed into fleeting splashes of water on the ground.
I clenched my fists, and my soft cry echoed across the mountains and fields, "Cousin, go with peace of mind. I will definitely pass the academy test!"
"Passed the academy test!"
"For testing!"
……］
Zheng Weiqi is a horrible woman.
I used to describe my cousin as a big wriggling worm, but when describing myself, I suddenly became able to use many strange adjectives flexibly, as if I was describing the heroine of a romance novel.
This time even He Zhizhou was stunned, looking at her "heartbreakingly beautiful cheekbones" with horror.
He hesitated for a long time 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 softly, "So...what happened to my cousin in the end?"
She thought that the above was the limit and things couldn't get any worse, but she didn't expect He Zhizhou to glance down and frown deeply.
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
Ningning felt something was wrong and was about to speak out to stop him when she saw He Zhizhou slowly open his lips.
[Perhaps it was God's blessing that my cousin did not die, but his round and beautiful head was severely injured, turning him into a vegetable man who could only lie motionless in bed.
He was once so high-spirited and ambitious, but now he has fallen into eternal sleep forever. Maybe one day, when I go to see him with the high-scoring test paper of the imperial academy, he will open his eyes as he wishes.
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. My cousin has saved thousands of people, so who can give him a chance to live? ］
What a dramatic literary masterpiece.
The previous parts were outrageous enough, and there was even a shameless moral kidnapping at the end. No wonder this test paper got full marks. The examiner must have had a hard time.
He Zhizhou was so amused that his shoulders trembled with laughter:
"Senior Sister Zheng, did you mean 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 put it into practice. It's amazing!"
Zheng Weiqi lay on her back with her face up, a slight curve forming at the corners of her trembling mouth.
Everything around her was so quiet. At that moment, she became a philosopher with a vicissitudes of life in her eyes. She didn't care about human beings, but only cared about her cousin's iron fist.
Qiu Baishuang's round and beautiful head remained motionless, her eyes sharp, staring straight at her.
It was not until this moment that he realized that this was not "The Chronicles of Conquering the Demons" but "Save My Vegetative Cousin".
But He Zhizhou didn't understand the atmosphere and continued laughing: "By the way, 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 compassionate, as if he had not just been reading an article, but announcing someone's death in public.
In the silence of mourning, He Zhizhou seemed to understand something.
A figure slowly walked forward, 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 from Sufeng."
The other party paused, then strengthened his tone, emphasizing each word, and his voice hit the eardrum: "I am her cousin."
The last two words were emphasized particularly strongly.
He Zhizhou looked at him blankly, then looked at Zheng Weiqi blankly, his mind was blank, and he responded tremblingly: "Sufeng Cactus... Bai, Bai Dao is friendly."
Qiu Baishuang held back the blue veins on his forehead, closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "My last name is Qiu."
"elder brother."
Zheng Weiqi gave up resisting, like a fish blowing bubbles on the shore, her tears were crystal clear and fell silently from her eyes that were as bright as stars.
She had said that sentence too many times: "Promise me you won't beat the child to death, okay?"
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