Beside the oil lamp, Ji Jiu was painting on the desk. Due to the warmer weather, some small insects also appeared. They burrowed through the cracks in the doors and windows, or they never left the house at all. At this moment, they were all flying around the oil lamp, as if the flame had some kind of mystery. Inspiration, and even make them not afraid of the danger of being burned.

They fly like crazy. This was the thought that floated in Ji Jiu's mind when he raised his eyes to see those dazzling and tiny shadows.

Unable to bear, Ji Jiu moved the flame with the pen, the firework shook, and several flying insects died in an instant. The rest scattered first, and when Ji Jiu retracted the pen holder, they gathered around again.

Moths to the fire. Ji Jiu watched for a long time.

Yimo came over and cast a small spell, and the dim light that was originally dimly lit up instantly, like daylight. Ji Jiu glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to paint. This time, he painted landscapes. Under the bright light, he straightened his waist a little, so he no longer had to lie on the table.

Yimo stood on the side and watched silently, watching his hand, his pen, and gradually there were mountains and water floating on the paper, and there were also small villages, smoke curling from the cooking. When Ji Jiu was about to finish writing, he asked, "Where is the painting?"

"My mother's hometown." Ji Jiu said, and after making up the last one, she remembered and asked, "Where is your hometown?"

Yimo thought for a while, before shaking his head for a long time: "I don't remember."

Ji Jiu was slightly startled, and quickly said, "You can forget this kind of thing, but why can't you forget Shen Qingxuan?"

"You want me to forget?" Yimo asked.

"Forget him, you should do your own thing." Ji Jiu said.

"doing what?"

"Becoming an immortal is what you should do."

Emma was silent.

The still-ink-stained picture gradually dried in his silence. Ji Jiu rolled it up and put it aside, spread out a piece of white paper again, and picked up the pen, but it didn't fall down, as if he didn't know what to draw. .

Only then did Yimo speak and said, "I can't quite remember what my hometown looks like. I only remember what it looks like when the peach blossoms bloom every year." After speaking, he took a pen from the pen holder. Ji Jiu saw Moved aside.

Yimo leaned slightly, lowered his head, and his long hair flowed down, covering his face and covering all his expressions, holding a pen and drawing seriously on the paper.

Ji Jiu's vision was blocked by his long hair, and he couldn't see the direction of the brush strokes, but he vaguely felt that this demon was an excellent painter. Unable to bear the curiosity, went to the opposite side to look.

On the white paper, black first appeared, and then red, small red dots, all round and different in shape. He did not paint a single peach blossom. Ji Jiu clearly saw the peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains.

Yimo put down the pen and said, "Come here."

Ji Jiu walked over and was pulled in front of him. Yimo hugged him from behind and said, "Look." After saying that, he waved his long sleeves. The red dot on the paper seemed to be blown by the wind, trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

All over the mountains and plains, ten miles of peach blossoms are blooming like clouds.

Ji Jiu, who had never seen such a spectacle before, let out a low "ah", unable to utter a single word. So beautiful, so beautiful, there is nothing to say.

The peach blossoms are still open, one by one competing to open, and when they bloom to the extreme, the petals fall. Falling flowers are colorful and beautiful.

Yimo whispered in his ear, "Is it beautiful?"

Ji Jiu stared at the scroll without blinking and nodded.

"But," Yimo hugged his waist tightly and said softly, "I just want to paint peach blossoms all over you." Yimo said, the hand on Ji Jiu's waist, accompanied by his extremely low volume, slowly Slowly rubbing, and gradually moving down, moving across the slumped waistline, and touching the curved buttocks, across the robe and bottoms, his fingers slid into the buttocks, and said in a low voice: "Then from here Entering your body is like going back home."

Yimo's voice was low, but gentle, and not vivid. He didn't realize what he was talking about, but thought so, and said it truthfully. Ji Jiu's body showed an instinctive stiffness the moment he touched him, but his ears suddenly turned red as the words fell.

Yimo didn't know that this was the most lewd and most beautiful love story Ji Jiu had ever heard in her life.

- You are my hometown.

Ji Jiu returned to his senses and quickly pushed him away, his face was red, but his eyes were strangely bright. Only he himself knew how fast his heart was beating, as if it was about to jump out of his throat, and he couldn't hold it back.

But when he walked to the window and pushed open the wooden window, the pounding heartbeat slowly calmed down.

Ji Jiu said: "The person who made you seem to be returning to your hometown is no longer there. Are you going to use this kind of love for your hometown to keep looking for it forever?" Will be separated - if he turns into a fire-fighting insect in the next life, he will live and die. Where are you going to find it?"

Ji Jiu said, "Let go of yourself."

Yimo was stunned for a while, and then said, "I thought you would let me let you go with today's matter."

Ji Jiu turned his face, looked at him quietly, and said, "You can't trap me, only myself can trap me."

But I don't know that this sentence is similar to Yimo's sentence "the only one who can kill the monster can be himself" when talking about the life and death of the monster more than a hundred years ago.

Ji Jiu had no memory, but Yimo did.

Emer said, "Because of guilt against me? Guilt traps you, doesn't it?"

Ji Jiu thought for a while, but shook his head unexpectedly.

Ji Jiu said, "I don't owe you anything. No need to feel guilty."

"Um?"

"It's your business to have a relationship with Shen Qingxuan. You've been looking for him for more than a hundred years, and it's also your business to find him reincarnated. It's your own choice if you don't become an immortal. I don't have Ji Jiu. So I don't owe you anything, of course I don't need to feel guilty." Looking at him, Ji Jiu knew that he had spied on what he said during the day. He just gave up and said, "I don't want to get entangled in this matter with Madam." He added, "It's not so much guilt, but sadness."

It's just that, tell the lady, she doesn't understand, and will be repeatedly entangled, it is better to solve it simply. Even if there is real guilt, the guilt is not for Yimo, but for Mrs. Because of Yimo's sudden appearance, he had a heart attack. From then on, he couldn't even give her the normal love between men and women. It was impossible not to feel guilty. It's just these words that Ji Jiu can't say, and can only be hidden in the bottom of his heart in this life.

Yimo asked, "What are you sad about?"

Ji Jiu said: "It's not good. Although I know I don't owe you anything, I feel very sad. If you are good, I think it is right, and if you are bad, I also think it is right. But 'good' has a bottom line. 'Evil' is infinite, you should give up as soon as possible and think about cultivating immortals. I won't be able to accompany you for a few years. Even if there is another reincarnation, Ji Jiu will die, and Shen Qingxuan will not be born. You are also a stranger. The same bottom line is waiting for you."

Yimo had more to say, but Ji Jiu closed the window and walked to the bedside to spread the quilt, not wanting to talk any more.

Something was destined to happen this night. Years of life with open guns and dark arrows have made Ji Jiu develop an instinct to detect danger lurking. So I say so much, but I want to alleviate this danger.

He doesn't know exactly what the danger is, but maybe he can get away with it.

If you can avoid it, this kind of days may continue, continue, let this demon stay by your side, and give you good with a bottom line. Try not to hurt him.

But this night, when Ji Jiu woke up from her sleep and noticed the movements of the people behind her, she knew that those days were over.

Ji Jiu shouted, "Imo."

His voice was not too intense, he remained calm, and even made a request, but more forbearance. The forced memory, although he wanted to forget it, was deeply embedded in his body and was remembered spontaneously by the subconscious mind. He couldn't be happy with him, and he could endure when he was hugged. When his tunic was unbuttoned and his trousers were taken off, the memory of humiliation and shame buried in the dark corner awakened again and emerged from the ground. . Ji Jiu struggled desperately, and at the same time tried her best not to lose control, tried to negotiate with him, and said, "Let me go."

However, Yimo imprisoned him firmly, and at the same time whispered: "You like it, why not?"

Ji Jiu was reminded again by him that even when he was used by the same sex, he still felt it. The trace of rationality that he was trying to maintain just turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

Yimo knew he was reluctant, but he wasn't going to stop there. For such a long time, as long as he is a little more intimate, this person will be stiff, and even his body will become cold. His resistance never showed any sign of abating over time. Imo didn't know why this happened.

Even if you can vaguely guess a little bit, you don't want to think about it deeply, and you don't want to admit it.

Yimo turned over Ji Jiu, who was struggling frantically, and pressed him tightly under him, so that he could no longer move, let alone escape. He hugged Ji Jiu tightly, but what appeared in his mind was Shen Qingxuan who was blushing under him, but never resisted.

Even if he was too tired to open his eyes after a busy day, he would try his best to open his body to accommodate his Shen Qingxuan.

The hard object rubbing between his thighs made Ji Jiu silent, and the last struggle was in vain, and he knew that the person on his body had no intention of letting him go. Ji Jiu could almost feel the cold air escaping from his pores, and the white mist that was as light as clouds scattered him, completely freezing him from the inside out.

Ji Jiu leaned her head on the pillow in a powerless posture, and finally murmured, "Don't force me." Then she closed her eyes.

Yimo was stunned, lowered his eyes, kissed his neck, and said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid."

Ji Jiu didn't respond to him.

In the end, Yimo gave up. Instead of forcing him as before, he rubbed his roots between his legs, between his buttocks and the inside of his legs, but he didn't know that such an action meant to Ji Jiu. Not much better than direct intrusion, but even more obscene.

After the end, Yimo covered him, buried his head in Ji Jiu's neck, and used his lips to create marks on that piece of skin, one after another, incessantly, deep and shallow. But such a hickey will soon fade away. Just like Huanhao, no matter how lingering or intense the process is, in the end everything will come to an abrupt end as the semen pours out, like a stream of water sliding over the body without leaving any traces. The heated temperature will subside, the hickey left behind will disappear, and the person accompanying you will die.

Yimo didn't know what else he could keep.

At this moment, Ji Jiu, who had been silent for a long time, finally turned over in one of his neglects and overturned the man lying on his back to one side.

This night, Ji Jiu's eyes were like a beast of grief and indignation, containing a thrilling despair.

So when his slap came over, Yimo stared into those eyes and forgot to hide.

Ji Jiu's hands have killed people. Take up your long bow, you can pierce through Yang with a hundred paces.

With murderous force, he slapped Yimo.

Yimo turned his head to one side, and when he turned around again, he saw Ji Jiu's dark eyes and heard Ji Jiu say, "You make me sick."