Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

The rooms of Zhao Xuehan and Yan Ke are facing the courtyard.In the coming winter season, all the plants and trees in the yard have withered, and the few welcoming pine trees also seemed a little unspirited.

The room is simple and clean, Zhao Xuehan is sitting on the bed, Yan Ke is sitting at the table.Although he now knew that Yan Ke would not kill him, he was not so afraid, but when the two were alone, Zhao Xuehan still didn't know what to say to Yan Ke, and the atmosphere was still very awkward.

Yan Ke seemed to be unable to bear the silent air in the room, took out his finger to open the door and walked in, and came out after a while, holding a bowl of hot milk in his hand.

"Go to sleep after drinking the milk." Yan Ke said.

Zhao Xuehan silently took the milk and thanked her.

"Yan Ke started feeding the dog again." He thought.

Zhao Xuehan picked up the milk and drank it.Honey has been added to the milk, which is very sweet, but he doesn't dislike sweet things, and it is very comfortable to drink.While drinking, he rolled his eyes and saw Yan Ke staring at him intently. For some reason, he suddenly felt embarrassed and put down the bowl.

Seeing that Zhao Xuehan stopped drinking, Yan Ke seemed a little puzzled. "Milk too cold? Not sweet enough?" he asked.

Zhao Xuehan shook his head and drank the rest of the milk.There was something stuck in his heart all the time, no matter what he said, no no no if he didn’t say it.It made him a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't even drink milk happily.

After simple cleaning, Zhao Xuehan lay down on the bed.For some reason, the bedding in the Lin family's guest room was cold and damp, which made people uncomfortable.Zhao Xuehan closed her eyes, changed a few positions in the bed, then turned around again, opened her eyes and looked at Yan Ke.

Yan Ke sat in front of the table, with some moonlight smudges on his body, his light blue eyes half-opened, as if he was in deep thought.Seeing Zhao Xuehan turn around, he looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Zhao Xuehan pursed her lips and smiled. "Let me see if you really sleep standing up," he said.

A helpless expression flashed across Yan Ke's face: "No."

Zhao Xuehan rolled his eyes.Yan Ke looked at him quietly.Yan Ke's face is very tough, with the obvious appearance of a heroic man.But sometimes Zhao Xuehan felt that his expression was very gentle.

Just like now, the gaze he looked at himself seemed softer than the moonlight shining in the yard.

But I just don't know whether this tenderness is for Zhao Xuehan, or the dog's soul in his body.

Thinking of this, the suffocating feeling in Zhao Xuehan's heart surged up again.

"Yan Ke," he asked softly, "What's the relationship between you and the devil...?"

Yan Ke slightly raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Zhao Xuehan to ask this question suddenly.

"It doesn't matter," he said.

"It doesn't matter?" Zhao Xuehan asked back, he obviously didn't believe it.

Yan Ke lowered his eyes. "The superior-subordinate relationship," he said.

"I am used by him according to the agreement, that's all."

Zhao Xuehan wanted to say something else, but Yan Ke suddenly stood up and walked to the bed.The moonlight cast his shadow onto the bed, just covering Zhao Xuehan's eyes.

Zhao Xuehan swallowed involuntarily, and closed his mouth tightly.

Yan Ke squatted down slowly, and stretched his hands into the quilt.Zhao Xuehan only felt a rush of cold air, making the already cold quilt even colder.

The cold fingers moved in the cup, Zhao Xuehan couldn't help but rubbed twice in the direction away from Yan Ke, but his fingers still touched his ankles.

Zhao Xuehan's hands and feet were cold at the moment, and he couldn't feel anything when touched by Yan Ke's usually cold fingers, but the hard touch still gave him goose bumps.

Yan Ke's fingertips slid gently on Zhao Xuehan's ankle, Zhao Xuehan didn't dare to hide even if he wanted to.

He clenched the quilt tightly with his hands, and when he was preparing for the upcoming events, Yan Ke sighed softly, withdrew his hand from the quilt, then stood up, and walked out with great strides. Room.

Zhao Xuehan half propped herself up, looked at the door that Yan Ke had closed, and was at a loss for the sudden development.

How did he go?Zhao Xuehan's heart sank, maybe I made him angry again.

Although it seemed that he had successfully escaped something, Zhao Xuehan didn't feel lucky to survive the catastrophe, but felt inexplicably depressed.The quilt was still as cold as iron, and Zhao Xuehan couldn't sleep.He simply stood up, put on his clothes and walked to the window.

The windows are facing the courtyard.There happened to be a crabapple tree outside the window, and all the leaves had fallen, leaving only bare branches crossing and cutting the moonlight.

Through the gaps between the branches, Zhao Xuehan saw a figure sitting in front of the stone table in the yard, with his head down, as if thinking about something.

The man was dressed in blue-gray clothes, with a slender figure, he seemed to be Wen Tiandong.

Zhao Xuehan wrapped up his clothes, opened the door and walked out.

Wen Tiandong heard the sound of the room door, looked up in the direction of the sound, saw that it was Zhao Xuehan, and smiled slightly, motioning him to sit beside him.

"Can't sleep?" Wen Tiandong asked.

Zhao Xuehan nodded: "Why didn't Mr. Wen sleep?"

"Don't call me Mr. Wen, I'm strange." Wen Tiandong said with a smile, and glanced towards Lin Jue's room, "I can't really sleep with Lin Jue."

Although Zhao Xuehan wanted to ask why he couldn't, but felt that he shouldn't ask, so he kept silent.Wen Tiandong glanced at him, then smiled lightly, turned his head to look at the dead leaves under the moonlight, and was dazed.

At this time, he had recovered his original appearance, and the light of the moon slid down his smooth forehead and sprinkled into his clear eyes, like stars in the sky.

Zhao Xuehan silently looked at Wen Tiandong's profile, and suddenly remembered what happened in the previous village.A sense of strangeness welled up in my heart.

He had been in contact with Wen Tiandong for a few days, and he felt that this person had a gentle and cheerful personality, and he really didn't look like a devil who killed his brothers and the head of the sect; nor did he seem like a person who could take people's lives at will without any scruples.

It's really not like it.

"Wen... Dong, Brother Dong," Zhao Xuehan said cautiously, "Can I ask you something?"

Wen Tiandong recovered from his contemplation, and seemed to smile at the title "Brother Dong": "Ask."

"Do you... know a monk named Lu from the Jingming Sect?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

A dazed look appeared on Wen Tiandong's face, as if he was trying to search for this person from his memory.

"I don't remember," he said. "What happened?"

"Have you taught others to make a spell," Zhao Xuehan said, carefully choosing the words, "Written on a brass sheet, it can absorb the souls of mortals."

Hearing Zhao Xuehan's description, Wen Tiandong frowned in a rare way.

"I mainly practice swords, not runes." He replied indifferently, staring at Zhao Xuehan, "That person is not me."

Zhao Xuehan nodded and did not speak again.Wen Tiandong didn't look away, he looked at Zhao Xuehan, his clear eyes became somewhat deep.

Looking at this beautiful face, Zhao Xuehan immediately thought of the actor on the village theater stage with a white face and blood all over his body.

Is that man really him?he thinks.Did Wen Tiandong really seize the magic sword, be cold and heartless, and slaughter his disciples in order to sacrifice the sword with blood?

Wen Tiandong stared at Zhao Xuehan and sighed softly.

"I know what you're thinking." He said, drawing circles on the cool surface of the stone table with his fingertips, "Why did I leave the sect and become a demon cultivator. There are two different versions of this story."

"30 years ago, I was ordered by my teacher to go down the mountain, and I got the magic sword by accident. Bewitched by the magic sword, I became a demon. When I was handing over to the monks of the Jingming sect and Yuancheng sect in Wangduangu, the demon broke out. All the monks were killed, and their souls were collected and used in alchemy to enhance their skills and make it easier to control the magic sword. After that, I entered the way of magic, did all the things that lost my conscience, and sent Yuan Cheng as the head, my Master, you are so angry."

"This is the first theory." Wen Tiandong lowered his eyes and said calmly.Zhao Xuehan looked at him, her heart skipped a beat.

"What about the second one?" he asked.

Wen Tiandong looked up at Zhao Xuehan, his eyes were as calm as water.

"I did not do anything."

Zhao Xuehan stared at him blankly.

"I didn't do anything," Wen Tiandong repeated, "this is the second way of saying it. I got the magic sword and was at Wangduangu. I just passed out after talking to my junior brother. When I woke up There are already corpses everywhere. Before I recovered from the shock, a monk came to chase me. At this moment..."

He smiled slightly, and tapped Zhao Xuehan's forehead with his hand, "Zhao Xuehan—you appeared, rescued me, and then took away the magic sword. I have nowhere to go since then, and I have been following You are here."

"These are the two versions of this story." Wen Tiandong withdrew his hand, put his hand on his chin, and looked at Zhao Xuehan slightly sideways, "Which one do you believe?"

Zhao Xuehan looked at Wen Tiandong.He shouldn't judge people by their cover, not just the voice in his head, Wen Tiandong also told him personally.But when he looked into the eyes of the person in front of him, there was no trace of haze in them.Even the small words next to his eyes complemented what he said in a dignified way, without concealment.

Zhao Xuehan blinked.

"I believe you," he said. "You say it's true, and it's true."

Wen Tiandong froze, then smiled.The expression was exceptionally gentle, but for some reason it looked a little sad.

"What a good boy." He patted Zhao Xuehan's head, and said with a smile, "I kind of understand why that guy stayed in that place for so long, and went out of his way to bring you back."

Before Zhao Xuehan understood what he meant, Wen Tiandong stood up and raised his head towards the door of Zhao Xuehan's room.

"Go back to sleep," he said, "Yan Ke is waiting for you."

Zhao Xuehan looked in the direction indicated by Wen Tiandong.

Yan Ke leaned against the door with her hands in her hands, staring at Zhao Xuehan calmly.