Zhou Heng's breath was low.

He held a jar of wine in his hand, and after opening the lid, he gulped it down, and the wine was sprinkled on his clothes and smelled of alcohol all over his body.

The shirt on his chest was wet and tightly pressed against his skin, revealing his strong chest muscles, which was very attractive in the dim light.

"Yingying..."

"I've seen it all, why do you do this? Love really blinds a person. You are gradually losing yourself and becoming less like you, becoming a slave to desire."

His voice was hoarse and complicated, and in his mind came to mind what he was like when he first saw her, struggling and suffering.

After Chu Yingying finished bathing, she was wearing a thin shirt with three thousand blue silk loosely draped.

She paced up to him, squatted down and removed the wine jar, slender fingers caressing his gentle face.

"I will never allow my disciple to indulge in love. He is destined to be extraordinary, and love will only become the shackles that bind him."

"A-Heng, I know that you will definitely choose to protect this secret for me until you die and take it to the underworld, are you right?"

She whispered softly, stroking his cheek gently and gently, her gesture intimate, as if she was rubbing her lover's ears.

Zhouheng's heart was like falling into an ice cellar, she closed her eyes and stopped looking directly at her, the bitterness in her heart spread.

"Yes, I will protect this secret for you..."

Because you are Chu Yingying.

A fair and honest self will one day betray the bottom line of morality for love.

And the first time the woman in front of him called him in such an intimate tone was just asking for something.

How ridiculous and tragic, but it is sweet and sweet, and conscience has fallen into the abyss.

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The night outside was like water.

Gong Jiu stood outside the door and clearly heard the conversation between the two in the room, his hands clenched into fists, his heart was depressed and annoyed.

He didn't break into the door, but turned and left decisively, heading straight for the cliff below the mountain.

Why does the master do this?

His head was muddled, and the picture of Master reaching out to him in the ring and pulling him out of the abyss kept popping up in his mind.

Master, since you rescued me from the sea of ​​misery, why did you mercilessly push me into the dark abyss where there was no daylight?

Gong Jiu staggered to the edge of the cliff.

After he woke up, he learned from the mouths of Qiu Huaishan's disciples that there was a river below, and Xuanji might have fallen into the river.

"Xuanji, don't be afraid."

Wrapping his body with the thick spiritual energy, he jumped down desperately.

The sound of the wind whistling sounded in the ears, and in the dark night, only a bright moon in the sky exuded a faint light.

The body keeps falling.

"Puff-"

With a loud noise falling into the water and splashing countless splashes, he swam out of the water and looked for Yi Xuanji anxiously.

There was a messy man lying on the grass in front of him, Gong Jiujian stepped forward and squatted down to pick him up.

Yi Xuanji's face was as pale as paper, her body was hot, and her constitution was weak and feverish.

He hugged the person and put them down carefully in a cave, went outside to pick up a bunch of firewood and lit it, drying the clothes on the two of them.

"Xuanji, Xuanji."

Gong Jiu kept calling her name, carefully using spiritual power to heal her body, and her broken body was slowly recovering.

"Uh--"

After a long time, Yi Xuanji's eyelashes trembled slightly, she opened her eyes, and the worried and anxious face of the man came into view.

"Ajiu?"

Her fingers trembled, her throat was sore, and she couldn't believe that the person in front of her was the one who was thinking of her.

"Well, it's me, it's me."

Good thing you're fine.

Gong Jiu hugged her into his arms, patted her back gently with his hands to reassure her, and his restless heart slowly calmed down.