Lang Qianxing changed into a set of blue clothes, and picked up the red sword that had been unfastened and placed on the table.

This sword was given to him by the master, and he didn't say it was given, but only said that he would use it. The crimson sword body, like fire, is obviously the sword of Huo Linggen, and it will not be used by the master of Shui Linggen.

Besides, this sword seems to have no value worthy of being collected by Master, except for its special appearance. It is estimated that it is a failed product of Master's unsuccessful sword refining. Dissatisfied, just to appease him.

Lang Qianxing pulled out the sword and skillfully took out the handkerchief to wipe the blade.

What is he doing? Lang Qianxing chuckled unconsciously. Now that the master has no cultivation, he can't find anything he does in the room. So who is he doing it for now?

Lang Qianxing wanted to laugh at himself for being too involved in the play, but found that he could not deny that he enjoyed it so much in the play.

Enjoy the feeling of admiring Yun Jue.

Lang Qianxing raised his head, just in time to see his well-dressed self in the bronze mirror. From the hair crown to the clothes, the ornaments hanging on the belt, I have chosen the most suitable and the most suitable to set off my own. No matter how I look at it, the people in the mirror are the same as those in the mortal world who are going to meet their sweethearts at the Lantern Festival. No difference, even the metaphor of a courting male peacock would not be too exaggerated.

Lang Qianxing looked at his slightly confused eyes in the mirror, a little annoyed. He tore off the jade pendant on his waist and unbuttoned his belt again, but halfway through the movement he stopped again and sat down at the table again.

When Lang Qianxing saw the person in the mirror, his eyes were a little stunned. He sat for a while, and finally tied his belt and hung the jade pendant back on his waist.

Even if he calmed down, he found that he still didn't want to take off his clothes, he found that he still wanted Yun Jue to see himself like this.

Oh, what is he doing? Why doesn't he understand it himself?

Next door, Qin Lang rested his hands on the table, buried his face under his wide sleeves, his shoulders trembled slightly, like pain and pleasure. Of course, the accurate description is to hold back laughter.

Qin Lang laughed enough and asked the system, "Twenty-five, have you recorded it?"

The corners of the system's mouth twitched: "It's recorded."

"Tsk tsk, when you go back, turn it over to him in front of his face, hahaha..."

The system couldn't bear to look directly, and changed the subject: "The blackening value has decreased to 50. The favorability is also 50."

Qin Lang took a sip of tea slowly, "Well, it's normal. Love and hate are balanced. The more he likes me, the faster the resentment from the previous life will disappear. As long as the heart is full of love, you will realize how beautiful the world is."

System: "...What flavor of chicken soup is this? Are you sure it hasn't expired?"

Qin Lang ignored him: "When he finds out that he really likes me, and I don't want to die, his blackening value should completely fade away."

"So are you going to die?" the system asked and answered, "I think you will. After all, you've been looking forward to the little black house or something."

Qin Lang: "..."

Before Qin Lang could defend himself, Lang Qianxing had already knocked on the door, "Master..."

Qin Lang opened the door, and the boy outside the door curled his eyebrows, and behind him was a fiery sunset. There is a rising sun in his eyes, and when people look into it, they can feel his fiery sincerity, which is enough to melt all the ice, snow and cold.

Qin Lang glanced away unnaturally, turned around and closed the door.

Xuanyuan Qi arranged for them a courtyard with an elegant environment, but the location was not remote.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, Qin Lang found that the little prince and his four guards were also there. It seems that the little prince who likes the fun is also going to participate in the lantern festival.

"Young Master Qianxing is so handsome, isn't he planning to find a good match for him at the Lantern Festival?" The little prince opened the fan "swipe", joking.

Unexpectedly, Lang Qianxing smiled and actually answered: "Yes, the lord has good eyesight." After saying that, he secretly glanced at Qin Lang.

A group of straight men on the opposite side just thought he was looking at Master's face. After all, people like them with demon hunting skills are either Taoist priests or monks. It is estimated that there are perverted rules such as not being able to fall in love.

Qin Lang's reaction was that he didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it, as expected by Lang Qianxing.

However, the little prince looked a little surprised: "Mr. Qin doesn't seem to object?"

Qin Lang: "It's human nature."

The little prince then asked what Lang Qianxing had always wanted to ask: "In this case, Mr. Qin, will you...?"

It looked like a person in the world, as if nothing could enter his eyes and affect his emotions. Will such a person taste love like ordinary people?

unimaginable.

When Qin Lang didn't want to speak or didn't know what to say, he would use silence instead, and as soon as he fell silent, his temperament became even colder. Ask Qin Lang if they want to go to the lantern festival with them.

Before Qin Lang could speak, Lang Qianxing refused. Hearing his refusal, Qin Lang glanced at him sideways, and took in his behavior of "believing himself to be secretive, but he is still a teenager who inevitably reveals a little bit of ulterior motives", but he remained silent.

Since it is an imperial city, this kind of lantern festival similar to the Chinese Valentine's Day is naturally very lively. Every street is full of people, men and women, young and old. Anyone who sees Qin Lang and Lang Qianxing can't help but keep their eyes on them for a while.

Qin Lang had already noticed that some of the little girls were shy and bought sachets from the vendors, ready to smash them on him and Lang Qianxing.

Obviously Lang Qianxing also noticed. Lang Qianxing, who was originally behind Qin Lang as usual, quietly walked side by side with Qin Lang when the crowd was surging, and they were very close to each other, blocking Qin Lang from some of the exploratory eyes on the street.

In order not to make his actions seem excessive and abrupt, he leaned into Qin Lang's ear and whispered, "Master, was your real name Qin Lang before?"

"Qin Lang is my real name." The heat in his ear made Qin Lang feel a little itchy, so he and Lang Qianxing separated some distance. I looked around again, walked through the crowd, and stood on the side of the street in a place where there was no one for the time being, as if I was dazed by the crowd and needed to take a breath.

There is a moat under the street. The moonlight is reflected on the river, and many lanterns are swaying. Most of the lanterns are in the shape of lotus flowers. There are candles in the middle.

The beautiful picture, Qin Lang stood on the side of the street and watched it quietly. The quiet appearance and the lanterns on the river formed a picture by themselves, and the generals in the pavilion were fascinated by the girls who wished to find a good man at the lantern festival.

Qin Lang was thinking for a while whether his husband would pull him along with other lovers, buy two lanterns from the old woman, write down his wishes, and then squat by the river to set the lanterns together, when a bright red one appeared in front of him. s things.

That's right, as long as it was in ancient times, there will be rock candied haws and fried chestnuts.

"Master, do you want to try it? You must have eaten it before." The lights on the long street were dazzling, but there was only one person in the eyes of the man in front of him.

Qin Lang looked at the bunch of candied haws and said to his heart that what I want to eat is barbecue and hot pot, but since you are my husband, I will accompany you as a girl.

Qin Lang took it. Although he had nothing to say, he glanced at Lang Qianxing lightly, clearly saying that he was naive.

Lang Qianxing bit another string with a smile, and the rock candy wrapped in hawthorn was bitten and smeared a little bit on his mouth. It looked a little stupid, but it was inexplicably dazzling.

Qin Lang couldn't help but laugh.

That smile was fleeting, Lang Qianxing couldn't bear to blink, and stared intently, Qin Lang laughed, what icebergs were cold, they disappeared in an instant, like the breeze blowing over the hills with blooming flowers, leaving no trace. Brings an intoxicating aroma.

Qin Lang only ate one sweet and sour fruit wrapped in sugar, and then handed the rest back to Lang Qianxing. It seemed that he didn't like it very much.

After all, Qin Lang is a big guy who can eat the soul of food. The food in the mortal world will always be mixed with various thoughts of ordinary people. It will not be pure, and it is reasonable for him not to like it.

Lang Qianxing took the candied haws that Qin Lang ate only one, and secretly looked at Qin Lang's profile staring at the river scenery, and put the rest into his mouth.

It seems that it is sweeter than the string just now.

Qin Lang almost laughed out loud. Is his husband acting like a lunatic, or did he want to do it in the first place?

"Qianxing." Qin Lang suddenly called him.

Lang Qianxing was still chewing the fruit in his mouth, and it was inconvenient to speak, so he said "Huh?" behind him.

The low and ambiguous voice made Qin Lang's ears hot. He was obviously not evil at all, but he always felt like he was being molested.

It may be that in the past few worlds, his husband's questioning "Huh?" has a sultry atmosphere, and he has naturally formed a conditioned reflex.

Qin Lang stabilized his mind and did not let his thoughts fly in an indescribable direction.

Qin Lang asked him, "Do you think these lanterns look good?"

"Good-looking." Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang faintly with hope in his eyes.

Qin Lang asked again, "Are you happy now?"

Lang Qianxing nodded and said the truth: "I'm happy."

Qin Lang looked at the river and was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Let's set off the lanterns."

"Ah?" Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang in confusion and disbelief as he turned and walked towards the old woman selling lanterns, and hurriedly followed.

At this time, the crowd surged again, Lang Qianxing and Qin Lang were two steps away, and Lang Qianxing was bumped a few steps away by the crowd. He could only hold his head high, chasing the light blue back in the crowd.

Lang Qianxing was struggling to move forward in the crowd, although it was so close, but he couldn't reach it. At this moment, he seemed to understand his feelings.

The master indulged him and seemed to be close, but he felt that he was still so far away from him. If it is far away, sometimes it is real and sometimes it is misty. This was something he had never experienced in his previous life.

Maybe it's the competitive spirit in his bones, the more like this, the more he wants to get it.

Just when he wanted to use the technique to reach Qin Lang again, the light blue figure stopped, he turned his head, and his eyes fell on him accurately.

Soon, the man withdrew his gaze and stood in the street where people came and went, waiting patiently for him, waiting for him to approach him step by step and reach him.

For some reason, Lang Qianxing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, making a thumping sound, comparable to the roar of drums on the painting boat in the middle of the moat.

When Lang Qianxing finally came back to him, Qin Lang glanced at him lightly again, meaning probably "How old is he, he is still like a child".

Although he was a little disgusted, he took out a flute from his sleeve and handed it to Lang Qianxing.

Lang Qianxing held it a little dazedly. Before he said "Thank you, Master", he saw Qin Lang holding the other end. He subconsciously thought that Qin Lang was going to take it back and was about to let go. Qin Lang turned around and took a step.

He understood Qin Lang's meaning in a trance, and when he came back to his senses, Qin Lang just led him through the crowd on the long street.

In an instant, Lang Qianxing was a little deaf. He couldn't hear the drums on the painting boat in the river, the hawking along the street, or the girls laughing with their handkerchiefs in their hands... The surroundings were extremely quiet, the only sound coming from his heart. Beat, beat, sonorous and forceful, this is evidence, evidence of his heart for Qin Lang.

He is not only deaf, but also somewhat blind, otherwise why is there only that person in his eyes? Even the feeling is not sensitive anymore, only the slightly cool jade flute that he is holding in his right hand, the other end of the jade flute is the man's hand.

Qin Lang listened to the sound of the increase in favorability, and swiped backwards without a trace from the corner of his eye. Stupid husband, who is flirting with whom? Let you taste what is called anti-routine!