Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Xie Weixing was too lazy to pay attention to this group of model students. They got up before dawn and before the roosters woke up to practice their swordsmanship. When they saw him get up, they would come over and gossip for a bit. If it weren't for that Lin Qiaoyu's Yu Xintang, they wouldn't have found out that he slept with Tan Suiting last night.

"I find you guys quite nosy," Xie Weixing clicked his tongue. "Is this the kind of friendly relationship we can have?"

He looked at Huo Jiangmei and Jiang Yinhuan: "Have you forgotten how badly you were beaten at Wanjian Mountain? You can still laugh when you meet in the sect competition. Do you want me to let you relive those happy times?"

Huo Jiangmei raised an eyebrow, surprisingly calm: "Didn't we hurt you back then too? So we're even."

"Oh," Xie Weixing nodded, "meaning he's not afraid of death either."

"No one can escape death," Huo Jiangmei retorted coldly. "If you're afraid of death, don't cultivate immortality."

"If you want to die, go jump off a cliff. Killing someone and slaughtering a pig aren't the same thing," Xie Weixing said without hesitation. "You guys know each other well, don't you?"

Lin Qiaoyu clicked her tongue, dissatisfied: "Why do you talk so rudely?"

I don't know why they suddenly changed their attitude when they were just being nice to them.

Who upset him?

*

The group spent a long afternoon studying the other sects' teams, all of which were information that Fu Yao had just received.

Besides the Dao Seeking Sect and the Carefree Sect, they indeed have many formidable rivals. The Demon Realm now has a sect with two Taixu Realm experts, and the Cloud Realm has three Taixu Realm experts. And this is all while their opponents are conserving their strength.

Xie Weixing launched into a long analysis, and then discussed it with everyone in light of the actual situation, because his senior sister might not be able to return on the first day of the competition, so they had to prepare two plans.

The group studied until it was dark before they finally had time to eat.

"Let's go," Yu Xintang stood up, tilted her chin to one side, and looked dazed. "To the restaurant, I've already made a reservation."

"Change your clothes," Tan Suiting said calmly, then turned around at the door. "Senior brother, can you help me find some?"

Xie Weixing's mouth was dry, and he yawned, but still got up: "Coming."

The door was closed.

"Which one are you looking for?" Xie Weixing opened the trunk. "I told you not to bring so many clothes..."

Tan Suiting hugged him from behind, burying the lower half of his face in his shoulder, his voice a little muffled: "It's the frosty white one, the one you said looked good and made me look tall."

"Let me look," Xie Weixing said, his hands still moving. "Wait a minute."

Tan Suiting waited, her fingers fiddling with his belt, like a bored child: "Did you kiss me today?"

"Not yet," Xie Weixing said gently, taking out the clothes that Feng Jilan had washed and still smelled of soap. "Is this it?"

Tan Suiting glanced at it casually: "No. So, are you going to kiss me now?"

His eyes were fixed on Xie Weixing, and he followed him as if a lock had been opened, like a stubborn little dragon.

It's obvious that they won't give up until they get a kiss from the lion.

Xie Weixing realized what was going on and chuckled, "I wasn't looking for clothes at all."

Tan Suiting wasn't ashamed even after being exposed, having been spoiled by Xie Weixing: "Hmm, I want to kiss you."

As evening fell, the scattered sounds of street vendors drifted in, and sparse moonlight filtered through the window, casting a cool, white glow on Tan Suiting's jade-like eyelashes.

Xie Weixing kissed his chin helplessly: "Sigh, so cunning."

Tan Suiting smiled, his slender fingers firmly resting on the edge of the solid wood table beside him. He gently pulled the boy into his arms, his pale profile lowered, his eyebrows and eyes clear and indifferent.

The next moment, the kiss landed.

A cool breath brushed against the corner of her lips, and Xie Weixing felt ticklish and took a step back.

"Bang."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Yu Xintang held her clothes in one hand and pressed the door open with the other.

"Don't bother looking, it's with me. I took a shower with it the day before yesterday..."

He stared at the scene before him, his words abruptly cut off.

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