Chapter 1093 Tusi King’s Tomb (42)

This is my white tiger.

The moment he heard Yi Ling's words come out of his mouth, An Xuefeng felt that the animalistic nature that had not yet dissipated came up. His temples were swollen and his heartbeat was beating fast. When he came to his senses, he had already thrown Yi Ling to the ground and just used it. The mobile phone that was broadcasting the live broadcast fell to the side, and the camera was filming the roof. Yi Ling seemed to be stunned. The bandage that was not wrapped properly fell apart, revealing his beautiful blue eyes. The snow-white eyelashes seemed to be stuck in An Xuefeng's heart, making his heart numb and itchy.

Not everything can be said carelessly.

An Xuefeng thought to himself.

He has to teach Yi Ling a lesson.

But Yi Zero obviously can't teach him the same way as those newcomers in his SWAT team by stabbing him in the head, and he can't use running circles or fists to make him remember the rules.

Yi Zero has no rules.

"you……"

Before Yi Ling could speak, An Xuefeng took the lead and covered his mouth, leaned down to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice with a sense of danger: "On purpose?"

Of course Yi Zero did it on purpose. On the way to carry the white tiger back, he had a vague feeling. It seemed that when he was approaching An Xuefeng, the visual and auditory hallucinations caused by the loss of SAN were greatly alleviated, and his confused spirit seemed to be relieved by the breeze. A little lighter. If this was because of the special power of the White Tiger, which was enhanced by Tujia beliefs, then it would be a bit strange that Yi Ling could still vaguely feel An Xuefeng's condition after sending him back to the room.

He seemed to be able to feel the white tiger's current situation, and could also slightly sense some of its emotions. It's as if the two have established some kind of invisible connection. Yi Ling wants to explore it, but this connection is very cunning, vague and unclear.

We have to figure out whether this connection is two-way or one-way, Yi Ling thought. Being able to control An Xuefeng's state can certainly satisfy his stubborn desire for control, but Yi Ling is very double-minded and doesn't want his emotional state to be sensed by An Xuefeng, so many things will not be fun.

So after vaguely sensing that An Xuefeng seemed to be awake, Yi Ling wanted to verify whether his perception was an illusion or real, and also wanted to test An Xuefeng's strength, so he made a plan. An Xuefeng's room is next to the main room. If he wakes up and still has Bai Hu's hearing after returning to his human form, he will definitely be able to hear his voice. Sure enough, as Yi Ling expected, An Xuefeng rushed over quickly, and then, then...

"play me?"

There seemed to be a sneer in An Xuefeng's hoarse words. It was extremely dangerous. The distance between them was too close. An Xuefeng covered his mouth and nose with his big hands, covering most of his face, suppressing his breathing and lungs. Every time the chest relaxes almost anxiously, what is breathed in is An Xuefeng's breath, which makes people's adrenaline surge.

This was something he didn't expect.

Yi Ling was a little dizzy and forgot what he wanted to say. The places in contact with An Xuefeng were all hot, as if he had been soaked in hot spring water. All his limbs and bones were soaked in the warm water, which was caused by the pollution of the Salt God. His restless spirit was like soaking in hot spring water. He felt so comfortable and the tight pressure disappeared. It was not an illusion. Something had changed in him after such a close contact. An Xuefeng could really relieve his spirit. .

It was so good. Yi Ling was attacked by this comfortable feeling, and his breathing became rapid. He had never been a person who could restrain himself. Instead of being careful to dodge, he narrowed his eyes slightly and breathed intoxicatedly against the rough skin of An Xuefeng's palm.

And he wasn't the only one who felt this way. An Xuefeng stopped talking at some point. Their faces were very close to each other. An Xuefeng's chin was already pressed against the back of his hand covering Yi Ling's mouth and nose. His black and sharp eyes were darkened, and his hot breath, which was higher than normal human body temperature, was so close that it could brush the white hair on Yi Ling's forehead.

Something is wrong.

An Xuefeng thought that something was wrong with him from the moment he met Yi Ling. The tip of Yi Ling's nose rubbed against his palm, and a burning sensation that had never been experienced even when pierced by a blade gathered in his palm. Penetrating into the limbs and bones, this heat is like magic, sweeping away the accumulated mental stress and garbage. The spirit that is double-polluted by Tujia beliefs and the Salt God seems to have found a haven.

Spirits and souls are intangible things that are inexplicable, but when the hidden wounds and pollution on them are removed, the comfortable and comfortable feeling is hundreds of times more comfortable than healing trauma or massaging. It is the most sensitive spirit. Being touched soothingly.

Very addictive.

An Xuefeng thought to himself, forcing himself to separate from this comfortable feeling, and propped up his body to get up. But it was difficult to leave the hand covering half of Yi Ling's face, because Yi Ling grabbed his wrist, as if he felt that he wanted to get up, and his eyes that were originally a little absent-minded instantly focused on him, locking him firmly, and they were used to caging him. The smile on his eyes disappeared, and Yi Ling looked at him expressionlessly, his ice-like blue eyes showing undisguised displeasure and desire for control.

An Xuefeng was stunned for a moment by Yi Ling's direct gaze, and at this moment, Yi Ling's free hand quickly picked up the phone that had fallen aside, and raised it as if to broadcast their current scene live. There was no time to think about it, and when they came to their senses, they were in their current position - An Xuefeng grasped Yi Ling's wrists with one hand, pressed his arms above his head, and covered Yi Ling's mouth with one hand.

The poor phone fell to the ground again, but no one cared about it. Yi Ling couldn't cause any more trouble, and An Xuefeng couldn't leave either. The two of them just froze. An Xuefeng had a headache. In fact, if Yi Ling wanted to live broadcast, just broadcast it. An Xuefeng wouldn't care about this at all when necessary. He has a strong will and will not be affected by external objects.

This addictive feeling of comfort is dangerous. Yi Ling is dangerous. He should follow his instinct and leave as soon as possible... Does his instinct really want him to leave? Perhaps he doesn't want those strangers outside, those so-called "audiences", to see Yi Ling's current appearance. The slightly curled white hair scattered in the bedding, the messy cassock, the open collar, the neck like a jade sculpture, the blue eyes with a smug smile, the little cheek flesh pushing against the big hand pressing on his face, the feet stepping on his thighs, and...

In short, it can't be seen by the audience outside.

It's too damaging to the image of Baishan Sect.

An Xuefeng thought, how can there be such a Baishan Sect guide?

After such a toss, An Xuefeng regained his sanity. He rolled off Yi Ling, and his hands were still firmly controlling him, holding him up. An Xuefeng was stronger, and Yi Ling, who failed to resist, stared at him with obvious displeasure. If Yi Ling, like him, could feel the kind of pleasure that made his spirit and soul tremble, then his tolerance for pleasure was obviously lower than his, and he was more likely to get addicted and less likely to regain his sanity. An Xuefeng thought, and felt the breath in his palm become hotter, as if he wanted to say something or do something bad.

"I haven't taken a shower since I came back."

An Xuefeng's words killed the game, and Yi Ling, who was originally angry and wanted to lick his palm to see An Xuefeng's face change, hesitated. He blinked, and blinked again, his eyes gradually regained their sanity, revealing a kind of fear of doubting life.

"Are you awake?"

An Xuefeng focused on observing Yi Ling's changes in expression, and asked tentatively when he restrained all his expressions and had no expression on his face, and loosened his hand slightly. Sure enough, Yi Ling also woke up. He didn't say anything, and when An Xuefeng let go, he immediately took the initiative to move away from him, and tidied his clothes with a stern face. An Xuefeng's eyes swept over the finger marks on his face. The moment Yi Ling left him, he felt a dark and negative emotion in his heart. He wanted to catch him back. His nerves, no longer comforted, twitched in revenge, causing an unbearable headache, like a withdrawal reaction.

Even if one has a strong will, some things are hard to bear. An Xuefeng got up and walked to the side of the main hall, picking up the wooden bucket filled with water. It was still raining outside, there was no wind, it was damp and cold, but there didn't seem to be that uncomfortable feeling of pollution.

Perhaps the pollution that enveloped Zhimata Village had dissipated, but An Xuefeng still opened an umbrella, carried the bucket to the patio to fetch water, and then carried it back to the main hall, found the pot and put it on the fire to boil water. During this process, An Xuefeng could feel the eyes on his back. Yi Ling's eyes chased him, like a wild bird that was wary of people. When An Xuefeng looked at the main hall inadvertently, the eyes disappeared in an instant, and when he lowered his head to fetch water again, they fell on him openly.

Yi Ling was confused, An Xuefeng thought, not knowing if it was an illusion, he seemed to be able to feel a little of Yi Ling's emotions, or maybe it was just an illusion like the withdrawal reaction. He hoped it wasn't true, if he could really feel Yi Ling's mood, then Yi Ling might also be able to feel his.

That would be bad, An Xuefeng thought as he scooped out the boiled clean hot water and handed it to Yi Ling. If all his thoughts were completely exposed to Yi Ling, that would be too bad. He hadn't yet found out Yi Ling's purpose, his identity, his strength, and even Wei Xun's situation was still a mystery -

"I'm hungry."

Yi Ling took the water, not to drink it, but to wash his face and hands, very seriously. Crossing the bucket, An Xuefeng handed him a tissue to wipe his face. They seemed to have some estrangement, and it seemed that there was an unspeakable tacit understanding.

"I haven't had lunch yet, I want to eat spicy food."

When Yi Ling said this, An Xuefeng felt that he had more responsibilities. He returned to the room, and without waking up Bai Feibai, he took out a bucket of sour and spicy pork bone noodles, a braised egg with a small bag of pickled mustard, and a sausage from Wang Pengpai's suitcase, and then returned to the main room. Wang Pengpai, who was winking and hesitant in the corridor, was left behind by An Xuefeng. The door of the main room was closed, and the sour and spicy aroma of instant noodles filled the pot, and the braised egg and sausage rolled in the noodle soup.

Poached eggs should be better than braised eggs.

An Xuefeng thought to himself, it's a pity that people here don't dare to eat eggs. He stirred the noodles with chopsticks and put them in a military lunch box that had been scalded with hot water for Yi Ling. He ate two compressed biscuits with a little noodle soup. Yi Ling ate happily, and An Xuefeng was also happy, especially when Yi Ling gave him the sausage.

"Will a meat-eating tiger eat starch sausage?"

Yi Ling asked deliberately, and the smile returned to his face.

"Wang Pengpai is a picky eater, so the ham sausage he brought has a high meat content."

An Xuefeng answered seriously, leaning forward to take the ham sausage away and eat it.

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