The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

The sunset is chasing me, and the sky is purple and orange.

The riverside park is lively and lively, with cherry blossoms and jacarandas blooming in perfect bloom.

There are many people enjoying the breeze and strolling under the trees, as well as many small vendors.

Shang Jing bought a bunch of candied haws and handed it to Yanjiu. Yanjiu looked at the round red fruit and was a little confused:

"Can this be delicious?" Since he was a child, no one has ever bought him candied haws.

When he was at Bai's house, no one bought him anything. Later, when he arrived at Zhaozhao, all the people on the mountain were single-minded Taoists.

Buying a piece of candy for Yanjiu is considered a serious act of coaxing a child.

Shang Jing has never been able to coax people before, and he has always had a mocking and teasing attitude towards humans.

But some things are truly self-taught. He stuffed the candied haws of sugar haws into Yanjiu's hand:

"Try it, you must like it."

Yanjiu held the candied haws in one hand, and intertwined his fingers with Shang Jing's in the other, palms clasped together.

They were like many ordinary lovers, strolling under the flower trees in the evening.

Yanjiu thought, how good it is... What's good is not that there is someone to cling to, he never needs to cling to anyone.

It's just that he is no longer alone, but has ties and worries...

When the black and white of the world recedes, the world is filled with color, just like the gorgeous sky and trees in the evening.

Yanjiu and Shang Jing chatted about each other:

"Tell me if someone will take a picture of the two of us, and then the warlock circle will continue to gossip, saying that I faked the corpse."

Shang Jing echoed:

"Not only did he fake the corpse, but he got back together with me after he faked the corpse."

Yanjiu said nonchalantly: "Let them pass it on. In order to fulfill a trivial lie, I can't hide at home all the time."

Shang Jing sighed:

"Pity me, I have been implicated by you to become a heartless and heartless person.

I fell in love with Mr. Xiangzhao today, and I will have sex with you tomorrow..."

Yan Jiu adopted an indifferent attitude: "It doesn't matter, your reputation in Yan Yang has never been good."

Shang Jing: "..." The conversation changed and he asked Yanjiu: "Have you tested Bei Nan Yao? How is it? What do you want to do next?"

Yanjiu stretched, and then his whole back arched, looking tired and unfocused:

"Until the last moment, Bei Nanyao will never care about our ostentatious lives, and he even values ​​our lives very much.

Then we have nothing to worry about, no need to worry about winning or losing, no need to worry about Bei Nan Yao being too strong and being destroyed by his group.

In short, just find all kinds of ways to kill Bei Nanyao. "

As he spoke, Yanjiu covered his mouth with his hands and yawned. He yawned and added: "We'll do it tomorrow."

Shang Jing commented very pertinently:

"Yanjiu, you are really an opportunist, with a dirty heart and dirty hands..."

Yanjiu smiled and said: "I like to hear this comment, just take it as a compliment from you."

Shang Jing smiled: "Of course I'm complimenting you, I like you like this."

……

Yanjiu slept until the sun was shining, washed up casually, and then took the bus to Nan's house.

Nan He couldn't help but remain silent when he looked at Yan Jiu, who had messy hair and wrinkled clothes and was squatting in the corner of his house with rice noodles and eating.

Yanjiu held powder in one hand and chopsticks in the other to greet Nan He.

"Good morning, is my dear Beiyao here?"

Nan He looked a little distant. He took a half step back and said strangely: "Beiyao is not here. He resigned and moved away."

Seeing this, a hint of interest appeared in Yanjiu's eyes. He stood up and approached Nan He, smiling and saying:

"Did you think I was beaten to death by Shang Jing, and then a ghost came to your house? In fact, I didn't die. I was cured by a doctor..."

After finishing speaking, Yanjiu muttered: "Speaking of which, you warlocks are not afraid of ghosts either..."

Nan He's tone was cold: "But don't you think you are a more terrifying existence than a ghost?"

Yan Jiu took a deep look at Nan He and then smiled. There was no need to explain some things clearly.

But Yanjiu had already guessed that Nanhe knew that he was Mr. Xiangzhao.

Leaning against the wall casually, Yan Jiu glanced at Nan He lightly and said in a cold voice:

"Nan He, it is true that I am not a good person, but Bei Nan Yao may not really treat the Nan family wholeheartedly.

A truly smart person should stay out of trouble and stay safe. "

Nan He looked at Yanjiu. Yanjiu still looked lazy and confused, but now he looked like a bottomless abyss.

He really couldn't understand what Yanjiu had gone through to rise from an illegitimate child like a dust to Mr. Xiangzhao in ten years.

But when I saw Yanjiu today, I could only say that it was true as rumored, and Mr. Xiangzhao was extremely thoughtful.

At this time, Nan He's tone was as sharp and harsh as ever:

"Staying out of the matter? Keeping yourself safe? You are right.

But as the head of the family, what I want to think about is not the momentary honor and disgrace, but the glory of a hundred years, and I will leave it slowly without saying goodbye. "

Yanjiu looked at the tall gate of Nanhe's family and sighed helplessly:

“We can’t leave, so I’ll excuse you today.

Nanhe, I owe you a favor. Remember to ask for it some other time. "

When Nan He was in a trance, he saw Yan Jiu's thin lips slightly opening: "Le Feng."

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver light suddenly appeared, and a young man with a cold body and handsome and solemn features appeared next to Yanjiu.

Le Feng understood Yan Jiu's meaning and drew his sword towards Nan He.

Nan He was stunned for a moment. He was first struck by the overbearing sword intent, and his limbs began to hurt.

But he had no time to care about the pain. A silver willow leaf appeared in Nan He's palm. Instead of avoiding Le Feng, he took the inkstone straight for his throat.

Yanjiu made a hand gesture with an expressionless face: "Lechao..."

A white-furred fox came through the void so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye.

The fox's canine teeth bit the clothes on Yanjiu's back, and took Yanjiu away from Nan He. The fox shook its head, and Yanjiu rolled over onto the fox's back.

Immediately, the fox grabbed the ground with all four legs and stopped firmly in Nan's courtyard.

And Yan Jiu was sitting on the fox, with a cut in the flesh under his left eye, which was slowly bleeding.

It's like a stream of blood and tears spreading, making Yanjiu charming and depraved, like a fairy under the Nine Abyss.

At the same time, look at Nanhe.

The tip of Le Feng's sword was pointed at Nan He's heart, and Nan He smiled sarcastically.

He suddenly realized what Mr. Xiangzhao was.

All the rumors about Xiang Zhao are not groundless. He really can stand at the top of Yan Yang and be feared by others.

Yan Jiu is really powerful, able to hide in Yan Yang for so long while wearing a weak skin.

Nan He looked at the sword tip in front of his heart and said in a relaxed tone:

"Yanjiu, tell me, what do you want to do?"

Yanjiu crossed his legs on the fox's back. He arched his back and lay lazily:

"I'm just curious whether Bei Nan Yao doesn't care about you, the blood of the Bei Nan family, and whether he can control Bei Nan Yao if he controls you."

Saying that, Yanjiu spread his hands regretfully:

"But I was wrong. A person like Bei Nanyao only has one goal, and his original intention is never disturbed."

Nan He frowned: "What do you mean?"

At this time, Nan He felt a wet feeling on his chest. Unexpectedly, Le Feng had already poked the tip of his sword into his heart, and the blood was flowing away little by little.

Yan Jiu: "As you can see, Bei Nan Yao has not shown up until now... That's what it means."

Nan He: "..." His pupils were slightly dilated. At this time, he had no fear of death, but he just felt that it was outrageous, so outrageous...

Is he going to die in front of his own house?

In a blink of an eye, Nan He saw Yan Jiu jump off the fox, taking something out of his pocket as he walked.

After a while, a porcelain bottle appeared in Yanjiu's hand.

He threw the porcelain bottle to Nan He and said lazily:

"Le Feng has a good shot, he won't really kill you, but he will bleed.

In the porcelain bottle is medicine to stop bleeding. "

Nan He stared at Yan Jiu, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you crazy?"

Yanjiu said nonchalantly: "I'm not crazy. I've always been like this. You just don't know."

With that said, Yan Jiu took the sword from Le Feng's hand and slashed it towards his wrist. In an instant, blood flowed profusely.

Nan He: "???"

Yan Jiu looked at Nan He and said unconcernedly:

"A sword for a sword, we are clear. Don't even think about causing trouble for me in the future. That's it."

Nan He looked at Yan Jiu, who was stained with blood, and his mind was blank.

Yanjiu... I'm afraid he's the craziest one in Zhaoyao Mountain.

No wonder Fengyang accepted Yanjiu as a closed disciple.

Haha, Yanjiu and Shangjing are indeed compatible.