The situation is confusing
'Song Liubai' stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the person in front of him with eyes full of doting.
The young man stroked the token in his hand, as if he couldn't let it go. It took him a long time before he handed the token to Song Liubai.
Song Liubai raised his eyebrows in surprise, leaned down slightly, and pinched his fingers on the token, as if to take it away. "Have you seen it?"
"Yes." Xiao Cha nodded. "Although you just said that I am the head of Yinghua Pavilion, I think this thing should still be kept by you."
'Song Liubai' was patted on the shoulder by Xiao Cha.
"As the head of a family, you always have to take care of some things, right? Liu Bai." Xiao Cha said with a smile on his lips. He had originally said this just to tease 'Song Liu Bai', but who would have thought that the person in front of him would change his usual behavior and a blush rose to the tips of his ears.
Xiao Cha was shocked. After being possessed by the devil, 'Song Liubai' had become thicker-skinned than a city wall. In the past few days, he had said many teasing words to him, but he had responded without blinking. He even nearly stabbed her several times. If Shangguan Qing hadn't interrupted him in time, he might have really killed her.
This look is really rare today.
Xiao Cha nodded secretly in his heart. It turned out that after being possessed by the devil, 'Song Liubai' only fell for Xiao Qingchun's tricks. This was somewhat similar to Song Liubai before he was possessed by the devil.
Xiao Cha's eyes were fixed on 'Song Liubai', and he suddenly noticed that the magic pattern on the face of the young man opposite him was gradually disappearing.
The split personality seemed to be merging. It looked like the symptoms of demonic possession would completely disappear in another half month. This demonic possession had been suppressed for a long time, and Song Liubai was provoked by himself that day before it broke out. Otherwise, who knows how long this personality without moral bottom line would have been hidden, and who knows how much of a threat it would have posed to the people. Fortunately, with his company...
Xiao Cha's mind buzzed, and at this moment a light bulb went off in his head. With his eyes wide open, he raised his head and looked at Song Liubai.
Could it be that Song Liubai was possessed by the devil because of me?
It's because of liking... no... it's because of love that the devil appears.
Song Liubai didn't know what the man in front of him was thinking, but he just happened to see the trembling in the corner of his eyes. He raised his hand to wipe the hair from the boy's ears to prevent the disobedient hair from entering the boy's bright star-like eyes.
'Song Liubai' stared at the young man. He had a pair of beautiful eyes since he was a child. When he looked absent-minded or stared at something, people would often misunderstand his deep affection.
But at this moment, the look in his eyes was genuine.
The breeze was always just right, gently stirring the yew trees along the road.
Hundreds and thousands of fallen leaves swayed in the air with the wind, and finally fell steadily on the pile of grass on the ground.
At the same time, Xiao Cha also felt that his heart, which had been wandering without a home, seemed to have found its home in this world.
Xiao Cha figured out some things. The emotions that jumped out were like broken "strings" that went beyond the original plot line, especially those with the enemy in the book. The system might erase it and let him die painfully again, but at this moment Xiao Cha had an urge to force this relationship to continue, no matter how great the price.
And Song Liubai must be thinking the same thing as himself.
The two stood there for a long time.
'Song Liubai' also stayed with him quietly for a long time, like an eight-year-old child who finally got candy, staring at the candy with attachment and reluctance, as if only in this way would he not lose it.
Xiao Cha took a step forward and put his arms around Song Liubai. He stood on tiptoe and leaned close to the young man's ear, saying in a voice neither too loud nor too soft, "I'm just like you."
"like."
Xiao Cha was afraid that he didn't hear clearly, so she said again: "I like you, Song Liubai."
"Someone once said that I had a shallow fate and was destined to be alone in this life, but I found that I was like the red thread of life, as if I had already been entangled with you."
The person being hugged couldn't help but stiffen his body, especially when he heard the boy say the word "like". His brain rarely worked and he kept repeating the word "like" uncontrollably in his mind.
'Song Liubai' belatedly placed his palm on the boy's thin back. He rested his chin gently on the boy's shoulder and slowly closed his eyes.
Song Liubai said in a hoarse voice, "Is what Ah Cha said true?"
Xiao Cha was sullen in Song Liubai's arms and nodded.
He didn't know that someone had been looking forward to this affirmation for a long time, waiting for more than ten years.
'Song Liubai' drew up a very gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, and shed a tear that no one knew about, hitting the ground without anyone noticing. The blood in his body was flowing rapidly, and his heart veins, which were originally shattered due to the possession of the devil, kept colliding and then merging in an unknown corner, and the two split soul consciousnesses were intertwining and regaining their original shape.
"Don't leave me."
"good."
*
"Young Master."
"He's already here."
Hu Maner walked out from the darkness, and subconsciously looked past Hu Qianji at the boy who had disappeared.
He felt very strange in his heart, because the young man gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had met him somewhere before.
"Okay, take me there." Hu Qianji sighed slowly, with worry in his eyes. The appearance of Song Liubai and the man of unknown origin were planned accidents. It seemed that this power grab would not be so easy.
Just as the two turned around, they saw someone standing behind them.
"Your Majesty the Demon Clan shows up like this, aren't you afraid of being seen by others?" Hu Qianji turned his eyes away indifferently, glanced around a few times, and then took a step to close the distance between the two.
"Heh, someone has a knife at my neck." Huai Zusu said expressionlessly, and the aura around him seemed to have weakened a lot. This surprised Hu Qianji, but he didn't ask, just crossed his arms and walked around him.
Hu Qianji noticed the mud on the corner of his clothes and was slightly moved. However, his expression remained the same as he continued with a false compliment, "Your Majesty, I have always admired your courage, but who on earth could have the ability to force you to this extent?"
"Could it be the newly emerged leader of the Yinghua Pavilion?"
Huai Zusu's face was filled with black lines. He said in a stern voice, "Don't pretend you don't know that the head of Yinghua Pavilion is Song Liubai."
Hu Qianji clasped his hands together and made several hand gestures. An exquisite formation opened between the two of them, and then he said, "Your Majesty, I will get straight to the point."
"Since you came here, do you feel that this Liuli Sect is somewhat unusual?"
Upon hearing this, Huai Zusu tilted his head and looked towards the depths of the sect. His golden pupils flashed. The demon bloodline's sensitivity to its own kind was several times greater than anything else in the world. This was the demon race's innate talent.
His consciousness surrounded the mountain sect, and every blade of grass and tree formed a rough sketch in his mind. As it continued to shrink, he found what Hu Qianji had said was wrong.
That was a young man.
But before Huai Zusu could take a closer look at the young man, the young man turned his head and smiled at him.
Suddenly, Huai Zusu felt as if his brain was split in two, and a huge pressure swept over his entire body.
Huai Zusu couldn't help but take a few steps back before he managed to steady himself.
Seeing him like this, Hu Qianji frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Huai Zusu bit his lower lip and said in disbelief, "That person... his bloodline is higher than mine!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone knew that the demon race paid the most attention to bloodline. The purer the bloodline, the faster the cultivation speed. However, as the generations went by, the demon royal family also faded a lot, not to mention that the young man next to him could actually find Huai Zusu's spiritual detective and fight back, which showed that the young man's bloodline was higher than Huai Zusu's.
But apart from a few princes, who else in the demon royal family can rival Huai Zusu?
At this moment, a shadow was not only cast in Hu Qianji's heart, but also in Huai Zusu's.
*
"What's wrong?" Nangong Ye glanced at the young man.
The Great God Demon Servant smiled, his hands still clasped together, and said gently: "Nothing."
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