Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Lin Jue leaned down and pinched his chin, Zhao Xuehan only felt heat rushing over his face, and his facial features changed positions again.

"That face is so silly." Lin Jue said softly, looking carefully at Zhao Xuehan's face, "The original looks better."

Zhao Xuehan didn't dare to move.In his consciousness, the rotting body of the watchman and Lin Jue's face appeared together, making his mind extremely confused.

"You..." Zhao Xuehan clenched his teeth, and as soon as he uttered a syllable from the cracks in his mouth, he felt a huge force rolling him up, pulling him down from the wall, and falling into the arms of a person in the courtyard.

Yan Ke hugged Zhao Xuehan firmly, put him on the ground, raised her head, and looked coldly at Lin Jue who was standing on the wall.

"What did you promise me?" His voice was as cold as winter. "Do you remember?"

Lin Jue swayed slightly on the wall twice, then narrowed his eyes, smiling like Cen Cen.

"A Demon Lord, still afraid of these trivial matters?" He bent his finger and flicked it lightly in Zhao Xuehan's direction.

Yan Ke said nothing, but saw a strong wind blowing towards the wall.Bricks and tiles flew on the wall, Lin Jue jumped quickly and fell to the ground, narrowly dodging the attack.

"You want to kill me?" He looked at Yan Ke with a smile, "Have you forgotten what that man told you?"

Yan Ke's expression darkened, he waved his hand, and cut off Lin Jue's hairband in the blink of an eye.Lin Jue's long hair fell down his shoulders, but he didn't care at all, still smiling sideways.

"You know what I want." Yan Ke said in a deep voice.After finishing speaking, he stretched out his arms and directly grabbed Zhao Xuehan's waist, carried him on his shoulders, and strode away.

Zhao Xuehan raised his head, but he was facing Lin Jue's expression.He saw that the smile on Lin Jue's face disappeared, and those round and big eyes looked at him calmly, and there was an expression that didn't look like a 15-year-old boy.

Immediately, he raised his thin lips again, and made a slight mouth shape.Although he didn't make a sound, Zhao Xuehan read the words in it.

"What are you afraid of?" Lin Jue said silently.

As soon as Yan Ke carried Zhao Xuehan back to the house, he immediately stuffed him into the quilt, and then stuffed him in the heater he made.

Zhao Xuehan pulled back the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes looking at Yan Ke.Yan Ke also looked at Zhao Xuehan, with a little worry in his eyes.

Zhao Xuehan's heart skipped a beat.Although Yan Ke didn't express much, Zhao Xuehan seemed to be able to tell his mood through his eyes now.

Is it because we have been together for a long time?Zhao Xuehan thought, is it because I am a dog and good at guessing my master's mood?

"Don't listen to Lin Jue." Yan Ke sighed, and sat down slowly beside Zhao Xuehan's bed, tucking his quilt up, "You can only put yourself in danger if you intervene."

Zhao Xuehan nodded silently, thought for a while, and said: "But what Lin Jue said is also true, I am a Demon Lord now, so it would be strange not to do anything."

"It's not surprising." Yan Ke said forcefully, "Don't worry about anything."

Zhao Xuehan clutched the side of the quilt with his fingers, and suddenly remembered the situation when Yan Ke blamed himself in the woods by the town.If it was Yan Ke, he definitely didn't want to hurt Zhao Xuehan's body, nor did he want to lose the soul in his body.

Even if this soul is a dog, it should be a partner that Yan Ke values ​​very much.I should cherish this body and soul even more, after all, it is a hard-won chance of rebirth.

"Yeah." He responded lightly, and then said again, "But you are so strong, and you are always by my side. If I play handsome and exercise justice once in a while, nothing will happen, right?"

The corners of Yan Ke's eyes slightly bent down, "You are a Demon Lord, so there is no justice at all." He patted Zhao Xuehan's head and stood up, "I can't cut off your back every time."

Zhao Xuehan smiled sullenly under the quilt, and seeing Yan Ke get up and walk to the table, she also propped herself up slightly.

"Aren't you really going to sleep with me?" He asked, "Isn't it cold to sit there alone at night?"

"It's not cold." Yan Ke turned his head, not looking into his eyes, "I'm used to it. Go to sleep."

Zhao Xuehan got back under the quilt and covered his mouth.He closed his eyes, and the scene of the watchman spread out on the ground appeared under his eyelids again, making Zhao Xuehan bit his lip involuntarily.

"Did you see... what happened on the street just now?" He opened his eyes slightly and asked Yan Ke in a low voice.

Yan Ke didn't speak.He sat at the table, the moonlight hooked a bright edge on his side face.

He didn't deny it.

"Do you know what's going on?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

Yan Ke was silent, stood up suddenly, walked a few steps to the bedside and squatted down.

Zhao Xuehan's eyes suddenly met Yan Ke's pale blue eyes, and his heart began to pound wildly in his chest.

"I don't know." Yan Ke whispered, he stretched out his hand, and gently covered Zhao Xuehan's eyes.

"Don't think about it." In the darkness, Zhao Xuehan heard Yan Ke's voice, soft and gentle, "There are so many immortal monks here, it will be fine. You don't have to think about anything, just stay here Stay for a few days, watch a few plays, buy your favorite snacks, and if you want to see the forums of those sects, you can also go."

"But I..." Zhao Xuehan wanted to speak, but Yan Ke interrupted him.

"I can't lose you anymore," he whispered.

Zhao Xuehan only felt as if a stone was choking his throat, he quietly pressed his hands on his chest, an inexplicable sadness welled up from his heart, but was blocked in his body by the stone, unable to vent it.

Yan Ke slowly moved his hand away, he was still staring at Zhao Xuehan, the look in his eyes was extremely calm, but under the light blue color, it seemed to be covered with endless sadness.

He stood up and turned his head.

"Go to sleep." Yan Ke said.