He could not help complaining.
Xie Xiyi raised an eyebrow, seemingly in a very good mood. "Did I scare you?"
Chi Yu wanted to say yes, but then he caught the scent of blood.
He froze for a moment, stood up, and suddenly reached out to hug Xie Xiyi.
Xie Xiyi paused slightly before wrapping his arms around him. "What's wrong?" Even his voice softened a little.
As Chi Yu held Xie Xiyi, the smell of blood on him seemed even stronger.
When they killed demons, no such heavy smell of blood remained after they used the Dust-Cleansing Art.
"Senior Brother Xuanji... is that evil cultivator dead?" Chi Yu raised his head to look at him from within his embrace.
Xie Xiyi squeezed his slender waist, feeling that, viewed from above, Long Aotian looked so... He did not know how to describe it. He only felt as though a fluffy flower seed had drifted into his heart, brushing against it with a faint tickle.
His hand tightened slightly on Chi Yu's waist while his other hand pressed against his back, drawing him deeper into his embrace.
Xie Xiyi's lips curved slightly, his golden eyes sparkling with pure joy. "He's dead," he said lightly.
For a moment, Chi Yu did not know what to say. An uneasiness he could not quite describe stirred within him, and he stammered, "Senior Brother Xuanji... let's go visualize."
Xie Xiyi said casually, "We just visualized not long ago."
Chi Yu said stiffly, "Let's do it again, Senior Brother Xuanji. I want you to visualize me."
Xie Xiyi looked down at him. "I don't want to visualize right now."
Xiaoqiu interrupted from beside them. "You two... how much longer are you going to hug?"
Xie Xiyi glanced at him and changed his mind. "Let's go visualize.