Chapter 69: Indulging Yue Ji to ride on him
Qi Qing immediately bit him in pain.
But this man didn't move at all, blocking out all his voice. Qi Qing let out a few muffled sobs from his throat, and even his breathing trembled with pain.
The wound suddenly felt hot, as if some warm medicine had been poured on it. It didn't hurt, but it was a bit tingling.
Yue Ji held him in his arms, kissed him soothingly and patted him on the back until the trembling of the man in his arms gradually subsided.
It took a long time for Qi Qing to get over the pain. He raised his hand between the two of them and was about to push him away, but was caught off guard and bitten on the lip by Yue Ji.
Yue Ji bit his lower lip hard as if in revenge, but regretted it after biting it, and licked the tiny wound gently with the tip of his tongue. He seemed to like rubbing his head against Qi Qing's, breathing intertwined, and he was unwilling to let go.
Qi Qing's breath was slightly disordered: "Um...let go."
The wound no longer hurt, he forced himself to calm down, and tried to push Yue Ji again.
Yue Ji licked his lips until they were wet, then loosened his grip a little. His Adam's apple rolled, and the golden color in his eyes receded like the tide, turning back into its usual dark color.
The young man in black touched Qi Qing's forehead and said in a low voice: "Master shouldn't have blocked that attack for me."
Qi Qing wiped his lips unhappily, turned his head away and said, "If I hadn't stopped it, you would be the one getting hurt."
"It's just some flesh wounds." Yue Ji took his hand and put it on his face, his eyes burning: "Master, I won't die."
After kissing and hugging, Qi Qing felt that he not only lost the appearance of a master, but also almost lost his inner self. He didn't want to argue with him anymore, so he said stubbornly: "It is natural for a master to protect his disciples. Don't think too much about it."
Yue Ji's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked softly, "Really... just a disciple?"
He gently stroked Qi Qing's wrist with his fingertips, and said casually, "Earlier in the ancestral hall, although Master called me a bad boy, he took the initiative..."
Qi Qing's fingers suddenly curled up, the tips of his ears instantly burned, and he said in embarrassment: "Stop talking!"
This bastard still has that memory!
The bastard said nothing, but his hand slid along the back of his collar into his clothes and rubbed his heart slowly.
Qi Qing grabbed his collar tightly, grabbed his hand and said angrily: "Don't push your luck!"
He knew that Yue Ji was never content. Normally, even when he was so restrained, Yue Ji could still take advantage of him. But now, if he retreated a foot, Yue Ji would almost ride on him.
At this moment, a strong smell of blood hit his face. It had just mixed with the bloody smell from Qi Qing's wound and he had not noticed it. As the two of them moved, he clearly felt that this smell was not coming from him.
Qi Qing's heart tightened and he grabbed Yue Ji's other hand - there was a hideous wound on the palm of his hand, and blood was still oozing out.
He suddenly thought of something and looked at his shoulder. Sure enough, there was no medicine juice at all, it was clearly Yue Ji's blood!
"You..." Qi Qing was stunned and murmured, "What are you doing?"
No wonder... Not only did the pain in the wound stop quickly, but I could even feel the flesh and blood slowly healing...
The young man felt his heart tighten for a moment, as if blocked by something, and he was unable to speak for a long time.
Yue Ji withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened and said, "My blood is different from that of ordinary people, but it is absolutely harmless to Master."
Qi Qing knew that his blood could detoxify, but what really concerned him was not whether it was harmful or not, but that he actually used it to save himself: "Why?"
The person in front of him glanced at him and asked, "Master, will you believe me?"
Qi Qing said: "Of course I believe you, but..."
"Just believe me." Yue Ji interrupted him, lowered his eyes and continued to put his hand into his collar again, "Just believe me, that's enough."
The warm and dry palm was placed on his heart, massaging with just the right amount of force. After a few times, Qi Qing realized that he was activating his blood circulation.
But this position was really ambiguous, and Qi Qing's newly-risen feeling of being touched was instantly extinguished. She did not doubt that he had other intentions at all, and gritted her teeth and said, "You don't have to rub it randomly."
"I have planted the seeds, so I should naturally be the one to resolve them." Yue Ji suddenly smiled, circling the spot with his fingers, and lowered his voice to ask, "Or... Master is actually willing to leave my mark?"
“Ahem!”
The old man from the Mirage Clan, who had his back to them, finally couldn't bear it anymore and cleared his throat heavily.
Oh no, I almost forgot this old man is still here.
Qi Qing immediately ruthlessly slapped Yue Ji's hand away and hurriedly tidied his clothes.
Yue Ji covered his red hand and approached him pitifully: "Master is so cruel that he doesn't even want to give me a reward?"
"Isn't the 'reward' just now enough?" Qi Qing gave him a dangerous look: "How about I apply for a job in the medical hall as a reward for you after we return to the sect? You don't need to say anything then, there are many fellow disciples who will let you 'rub' them."
The young man fastened his clothes and said, "Hands."
Yue Ji obediently stretched out his hand. Qi Qing picked up the unused ointment and bent down to carefully apply the ointment to the wound on his palm.
His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Don't do this again next time... I would rather get hurt than see you bleed."
Yue Ji heard it but didn't respond.
Qi Qing knew that he was secretly thinking of evil ideas because he didn't agree, so he emphasized his tone: "Even if your master only has one breath left, you are not allowed to use this method. Do you understand?"
This had some effect. Yue Ji suddenly clenched his hand tightly, almost crushing his bones: "That day will never come."
The old man from the Mirage Clan couldn't stand it any longer, so he floated over and interrupted, "Stop flirting! What are your plans next? Tell me."
"What do you mean by flirting? Do you understand how to educate your disciples?" Qi Qing pouted, and finally took out the half of the red lotus pattern key, and said thoughtfully: "Of course I'm going to find the fire lotus. I'm sure there are many people who think the same as me... It would be great if I could meet my brother again."
He handed the key to Yue Ji, who played with it for a while, his eyes flashing with a dark light: "I have an idea."
The two of them looked at each other, and Qi Qing raised his eyebrows slightly: "Could it be that you want to..."
Yue Ji curled his lips and said, "Follow them and see. It would be best if we can snatch it away."
During the melee just now, Wen Lao had many opportunities to kill, as long as he was willing to do whatever it took. But the old man weighed the pros and cons for a while, and finally gave up.
——This only means that there is something more important than killing him.
Fire Lotus.
Qi Qing pulled the corners of his lips, a cold look on his face: "It's good to go and take a look."
Even if the Bodhisattva still has some temper, if he still doesn't get angry after hearing that Lao San has attacked them again and again, he would be like a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone.
"Chase now?" he asked.
Yue Ji put his fingers on his wrist and said quickly, "Don't worry, Master, take a rest for a while. I have my own way to track them down."
After a fierce battle, Qi Qing felt sore and tired all over. He really couldn't hold on any longer. He didn't try to be brave. He curled up in the corner of the stone wall and quickly closed his eyes.
As soon as he fell asleep, he began to dream.
In the dream, a familiar black shadow pressed him against the cold stone door, and roughly tore off his clothes, leaving his collar wide open, revealing all traces of their affection, and he was kneaded several times heavily by the palm of his hand.
"Who left this?" The shadow touched the mark and asked grimly in his ear, "Is it your good disciple?"
Qi Qing was groggy and struggled instinctively, but was suppressed even tighter. His spiritual power had no effect at all and he wasted his energy in vain.
The young man’s skin was warm, warming up the cold hands of the black shadow. His weak resistance seemed like a temptation, luring people deeper and deeper.
The shadow's voice was a little hoarse, and his knuckles left red marks on his chin: "What a deep relationship between a master and a disciple. You said it was insignificant, but you allowed him to leave these marks on you?"
The slightly cool fingers stroked across his heart, and the shadow asked softly: "When he touched you... did it feel good?"
"What nonsense!" Qi Qing was embarrassed and ashamed by his question, and retorted: "He is possessed! I am his master, if I don't save him, who will?"
The black shadow sneered, and suddenly pinched a certain place with his fingertips maliciously. The young man trembled all over, and a whimper like gasping and pain came out of his throat. From his neck to collarbone, a pink color spread instantly, as if he was aroused.
"You can fool others, but you can't fool me." The black shadow leaned over and bit his burning earlobe: "Since you want to save him, you might as well save him to the end. He is now also poisoned by love. If you don't relieve it immediately, his meridians will be completely destroyed... Master, are you willing to do that?"
Qi Qing was confused by this sentence. Before he could react, the stone door behind him suddenly turned.
The moment the feeling of weightlessness came over me, a hot body pressed against me from behind.
"Master," Yue Ji's voice sounded close to his ear, wrapped in lust, and his voice was terribly hoarse: "Master, help me..."
What was even more bizarre was that the shadow in front of him actually spoke Yue Ji’s voice and said with a smile, “Help me, my good master.”
Two tall male bodies held him in the front and back, his knees were forcibly bent, and his hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his neck. His body began to heat up slowly...
Qi Qing was frightened awake.
The person in the dream was sitting next to him, playing with his fingers from time to time. When he woke up, he said "eh" softly and asked, "Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"
Qi Qing got up as if his butt was on fire: "I'm not going to sleep anymore!"
His expression was strange. Yue Ji wanted to ask, but the old man of the Mirage Clan spoke first: "It's good that you woke up. Don't be lazy. If you want to find the Fire Lotus, hurry up."
Qi Qing calmed down, put the messy dream behind him, and took the initiative to talk: "Old man, are you sure the fire lotus is under here?"
The old man couldn't stand being questioned, and his beard stood up in anger: "I have been guarding this place for so many years, how could I not know?"
"So you know the location?" Qi Qing immediately said, "Tell me, if you are right I will believe you."
The old man finally realized that he was being tricked, and said with a glare, "Well, you're waiting for me here!"
"You can't say that." Yue Ji raised his eyes and said lazily: "Even if you don't tell me, I still have a way to find it, but on the way to find it... you can forget about following me."
"The tablets in the ancestral hall have been struck by the lightning you caused, and you still want to leave me behind?" The old man said angrily, "You disrespectful person, no wonder you even dare to bully your master!"
He turned to look at Qi Qing and said angrily, "You, as a master, don't even care about it?"
Qi Qing spread his hands and said, "You saw it too. How can I control him?"
Maybe Yue Ji even thought that he was being rewarded.
He is such a coward as a master.
The old man was so angry that he turned around and scolded Yue Ji. Qi Qing pretended not to hear and packed his bag. Suddenly, he stopped - several people looked in one direction alertly at the same time.
There are footsteps.
Qi Qing flicked his finger and the bonfire was immediately extinguished, and the two of them and their souls disappeared into the darkness.
But the man seemed to have identified this direction, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
What was even more strange was that this man was not on high alert. Even though Qi Qing and Yue Ji had restrained their breath at the same time, he was completely unaware of anything unusual and just walked up stupidly and carefully placed something on the ground.
When he finished firing the gun and wanted to leave, the fire suddenly lit up, illuminating the faces of the three people with different expressions.
Qi Qing was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "City Lord?"
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