Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Yan Ke flew in the air before falling down.

As soon as Zhao Xuehan's feet touched the ground, he quickly looked around.They were in the woods again.I don't know if it is the same area as the one outside the village.

The mute's face has been very pale since seeing the girl's body.He himself was thin and handsome, and now he looked even weaker.

After being put down by Yan Ke, he slowly took two steps back and bowed deeply in the direction of Zhao Xuehan.

The mute looked strange, but his attitude was still humble and polite.Lifting his back, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly at Zhao Xuehan.

"Thank you. Farewell." After saying goodbye to the two with his mouth, he turned and prepared to leave.

Zhao Xuehan saw the small characters floating next to his head the moment he turned around, couldn't help frowning, and reached out to grab his sleeve.

"Don't do stupid things." He said to the mute in a deep voice.

The mute's arm paused, and he stopped, but his back was still facing Zhao Xuehan.

"Those monks will definitely be punished," Zhao Xuehan said, clutching the mute's sleeves tightly, "although you are a demon cultivator, your cultivation level is still shallow, and you only rely on drawing talismans to improve your skills. They are useless, but their cultivation level is higher than yours, if they can escape from the villagers, you will not be able to defeat them. Don't match yourself for a few scumbags."

The mute still didn't speak, but just twitched his sleeves, seeing Zhao Xuehan clenched tightly, he gave up.

Zhao Xuehan sighed. "Don't take revenge. I know you are very sad. But if you are blinded by hatred and ruin your life..."

He slowed down his voice, and said softly: "If Miss Du Juan knows, she will be very sad." He raised his eyes and looked at the dumb back: "I promised you to protect her, but I didn't do it well. If you want revenge, you should Come at me."

The dumb body trembled violently.He pulled the sleeve out of Zhao Xuehan's hand, covered his face with his hand, and lowered his hand again.

He didn't look back, turned his back to Zhao Xuehan and slowly shook his head, nodded heavily again, then turned around, quickly bowed to him again, and left quickly.

After Zhao Xuehan watched the mute figure disappear into the woods, he breathed a sigh of relief.However, before he could get out of his anger, a hard hand grabbed his shoulders and pressed him against the tree trunk with a thud.

Zhao Xuehan's back hurt so badly from the impact, before he had time to grin his teeth, he met those cold eyes, and his expression was half-frightened back.

Yan Ke's fingers dug deeply into the flesh on Zhao Xuehan's shoulder, Zhao Xuehan only felt the pain as hell, but he didn't dare to cry out.The man didn't say a word, and the aura around him was abnormally cold, which was more frightening than anything Zhao Xuehan had seen before.

He looked down at Zhao Xuehan condescendingly, and Zhao Xuehan felt that those gazes were like two sharp blades, cutting him completely apart, revealing nothing.He wanted to stabilize his mind, but trembled uncontrollably.

"The devil would not do such a thing." Yan Ke stared at Zhao Xuehan, he pressed the person in front of him tightly against the tree trunk, and said in a cold voice.

Zhao Xuehan felt that the pores all over his body were closed, and he couldn't even sweat. "I... I had a whim..." He pursed his lips, trying hard to keep his expression normal, but his words faltered.

That Yan Ke's face became more and more ugly. "Sudden thought?" His hands increased strength, Zhao Xuehan felt that his shoulders were almost taken off by him, "You had a sudden thought, what did you think? If something unexpected happens, what will happen to you? Have you ever thought about it? "

Although Zhao Xuehan was afraid, his mind was still clear.Of course he knew that if the mute hadn't pulled him just now, and Yan Ke hadn't helped him block the attack, he would have died several times in that confrontation.

Although he did this with good intentions and wanted to free the mute from his crimes and clear his grievances, it was indeed without consideration.

However, this cannot be said.If he said it, the fact that he was not a demon king would be exposed, and Yan Ke might kill himself.

I can only hold on.

He shivered and said back: "Of course I thought about it! As a Demon Lord, how could something happen to me!"

"Mozun?" Yan Ke sneered, and the laughter leaked from the corner of his mouth like ice. "If it wasn't for me to help you block that monk's attack," he gradually moved his hand up and squeezed Zhao Xuehan's neck, "do you think your head can still be here?"

Zhao Xuehan was worried that Yan Ke would strangle him to death, and tried to reply: "Why not? I just need to cast a little spell, and I can..."

"What a fart you are!" Yan Ke snapped.

Zhao Xuehan trembled violently.

Yan Ke was depressed just now, but now he seems really angry.His pair of blue eyes stared at Zhao Xuehan tightly, like a high-temperature flame, trying to burn him up.

"You think I don't know? You don't know anything!" He whispered, with obvious anger in his voice, "Do you think that you are the real Demon Lord after you get this body?"

Zhao Xuehan's heart groaned, as if sinking into a bottomless pit.

Yan Ke forcefully pushed Zhao Xuehan's body against the tree trunk, her straight nose almost poked his cheek. "It's good that you have forgotten everything." He gritted his teeth, "Do you know that I..."

Yan Ke suddenly stopped.

Zhao Xuehan's face turned pale, and he could no longer hear his own heartbeat.He felt that all the scenes in front of him were distorted, and he rushed towards himself with claws and teeth.

Yan Ke had already discovered it.Zhao Xuehan thought, a sense of panic pervaded his whole body.When...then why did he...what did he mean...what the hell is going on...

Am I going to die soon.

Zhao Xuehan's mind was in a mess, he was only concerned with fear, but he didn't notice that Yan Ke's expression had changed.

He looked at Zhao Xuehan, as if he was regretting that he got angry and scared the person in front of him just now, a trace of guilt appeared on his frosty face.

Yan Ke let go of her hand, and opened her lips slightly, as if she was a little nervous.He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end, he just took out his finger from his sleeve, opened the space, and walked in.

Zhao Xuehan stood in a daze, and as Yan Ke's figure disappeared at the round door, he slid slowly against the tree and sat on the ground.

He didn't kill me.Looking at the canopy above his head, Zhao Xuehan thought sadly, he probably thinks that a coward like me will be fine even if he occupies the body of the Mozun.Killing me would lower his character.

The slightly whitish sky was projected into Zhao Xuehan's eyes through the gaps in the branches.

It's the third day.He lowered his head, feeling a little bit of bitterness and regret in his heart.After all, I still haven't learned the eye surgery.What have I been doing these three days?I succumbed to my timidity, didn't dare to discuss with Yan Ke, and always did some idle things to avoid, and finally achieved nothing.

Even if Yan Ke doesn't kill me, I will die soon.

Zhao Xuehan was thinking with a heavy heart, and was about to bid farewell to the world he had been in for a short time, when Yan Ke suddenly poked his head out from the door.Seeing Zhao Xuehan's expression, he paused slightly, then lowered his eyes and pursed his lips lightly.

"Do you know how to milk a cow?" Yan Ke asked in a low voice.

Zhao Xuehan froze for a moment, looked up at Yan Ke, he didn't know what the words meant, and he didn't have the brain to think about it, he just shook his head reflexively.

Yan Ke sighed, and retracted his body into the door again.After a while, a low growl of a cow came from the door, and then it turned into a heart-piercing scream.

Zhao Xuehan stared blankly at the pull finger door, not knowing what Yan Ke was doing inside.

After a long time, Yan Ke finally came out from the door.Holding a small pot in his hand, he glanced at Zhao Xuehan shallowly, then waved his hand in his direction.

Another gust of wind hit, Zhao Xuehan involuntarily closed his eyes again.He heard the sound of breaking branches and leaves, opened his eyes and saw a small bunch of branches falling from the tree above his head and flying into Yan Ke's hands.

Yan Ke put the branches on the ground, piled them together with the fallen leaves, and took out one of them.He stared at the top of the branch quietly, Zhao Xuehan saw that the air there was slightly distorted, and the sawdust on the branch was quickly chipped off bit by bit, producing some sparks.

When the top of the branch started to smoke, Yan Ke placed it on the pile of wood. He moved his fingers slowly, and a breeze blew through the forest and into the pile of wood.

A small flame ignited and gradually grew larger as the wind stirred.When Yan Ke saw that the fire became stable, he hung the small pot in his hand on the fire and heated it up.

The bonfire warmed the air a little in the late autumn morning.Zhao Xuehan involuntarily rubbed his hands gently, only to realize that his fingers were abnormally cold.Although this body is not afraid of the cold, if the environment is warmer, he will feel more comfortable.

Yan Ke sat down in front of the fire and looked up at Zhao Xuehan.

"Come and sit," he said.

Zhao Xuehan looked at him timidly.Not daring to nod, not daring to shake his head, not to mention passing by.

Yan Ke sighed slightly.Firelight flickered in his blue eyes, warming his expression a little.

"Are you afraid of me?" he said softly.

From his tone, Zhao Xuehan could hear a little grievance.He felt an unknown emotion jump in his heart, and he was at a loss for a while.

At this time, the small pot on the bonfire emitted light steam, and a faint milk fragrance came.Yan Ke picked up the pot, took out a porcelain bowl, and poured the heated milk into the bowl.

He urged a gust of wind to gently blow away the hot air floating on the bowl, and then put the bowl of milk in Zhao Xuehan's hand.

Holding the milk, Zhao Xuehan stared blankly at Yan Ke, completely unaware of what he was doing.

Seeing that Zhao Xuehan was not moving, Yan Ke frowned slightly, then as if remembering something, she patted her forehead lightly.

"Sweetened?" he asked.

Before Zhao Xuehan could answer, he picked up his pocket, took out a jar from it, and scooped a spoonful of golden viscous liquid into Zhao Xuehan's bowl.The milk fragrance in the bowl is immediately mixed with a touch of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.

It's honey.Zhao Xuehan thought.

Yan Ke looked at him carefully. "Sorry," he lowered his head slightly, and whispered, "Drink it quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Zhao Xuehan nodded blankly.He didn't know why Yan Ke suddenly apologized to him, and he didn't know what the purpose of this man to drink milk for him.But with this bowl in hand, the milk in it is warm and fragrant, a little tempting.

I'm dying anyway, so it's okay to drink a little.Zhao Xuehan thought, picked up the bowl and drank carefully.

A wave of warmth flowed into his stomach, and Zhao Xuehan suddenly felt his whole body warm up, and his mood seemed a little more optimistic.Sure enough, the food was good.he thinks.

Mozun's body has been inediated, so he doesn't need any food.Apart from drinking a few cups of tea, Zhao Xuehan was not in the mood to eat these days.Now as the bottom of his belly was filled, he felt a sense of comfort in his heart, and the frustrated expression on his face gradually disappeared.

Yan Ke watched Zhao Xuehan's expression change so quickly because of a bowl of milk, she couldn't help but lower her eyes and smiled slightly.

He is very serious, so his smile is especially touching.

Holding the bowl in his hands, Zhao Xuehan watched Yan Ke secretly from the corner of his eyes, seeing the twilight shining through the branches reflected on the corners of his slightly raised mouth, his heart suddenly couldn't stop beating wildly, his hands trembled, and a burst of The milk flows down the throat and into the trachea.

He coughed violently, Yan Ke quickly put away his smile and walked to his side, patted Zhao Xuehan's back lightly.

Zhao Xuehan stopped coughing, and when she looked up, she saw Yan Ke's icy face only a few inches away from her.He slammed back in a conditioned reflex, and the back of his head hit the tree trunk behind him. The pain caused him to curl up instantly and cover his head.

There was a sad look in Yan Ke's eyes, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to rub the back of Zhao Xuehan's head, but his hand stopped in the air for a few moments and then put it down.

"...Don't be afraid of me." He said softly, "I..."

Yan Ke hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head, but still didn't say anything.

Zhao Xuehan touched the bag on the back of his head and looked up at Yan Ke.

Yan Ke lowered his eyes slightly. "Why did you help the mute?" he asked softly.

Zhao Xuehan froze for a moment. "Why should I..." He tilted his head, "I don't know..."

Yan Ke frowned, Zhao Xuehan swallowed in fear.

"...If I don't help him, he will die unjustly." Zhao Xuehan whispered.

"Is this the only reason?" Yan Ke asked.

"Is there... any other reason?" Zhao Xuehan held up the bowl to cover her face, and looked at Yan Ke with a scared look.

Yan Ke sighed softly, turned his head without speaking.Zhao Xuehan quietly put down the bowl, and looked up at the sky.

Don't be cowardly.Now he doesn't look like he's going to kill me, he said to himself, but even if he doesn't, the three days are up and I'm going to die.

"You already found out that I'm not Zhao Xuehan." He plucked up his courage and asked Yan Ke, "When did you find out? Why didn't you kill me after you found out?"

Yan Ke stared at him and shook his head. "You..." He opened his lips slightly, just about to speak, but suddenly raised his head vigilantly.

Zhao Xuehan only felt a gust of strong wind howling, and the bonfire was extinguished instantly.Yan Ke quickly reached out and pushed him away, but she had no time to dodge.

A short knife with a cold light flew from the depths of the woods, and with the sound of the wind, it precisely inserted into Yan Ke's throat, nailing him firmly to the tree trunk.