Voice of the World [Transmigration Book]

Although Wan Lushi definitely refused to leave tonight, this did not affect Su Zhuo's fixed sleep time.After all, for him, there is nothing more important than letting him grow as tall as possible before forming the alchemy.

— Mouth!He is now half a head shorter than Wan Lu was!

Although he resented Su Zhuo's incomprehensible style, Wan Lushi did not stop him from resting.Seeing the handsome young man sleeping silently on the couch and leaving the bed to himself, Wan Lushi showed a pure and enchanting smile: "Then how about I play the flute to help Su Lang fall asleep?"

Su Zhuo was a little moved. Wan Lushi's xiao art was highly praised in the "original work", so it was naturally very good, and Su Zhuo liked to appreciate beautiful music and singing and dancing very much.But he didn't show any flaws: "I didn't know Miss Wan could play the flute?"

Wan Lushi smiled and said: "After all, when Su Lang left, Lushi was extremely lonely."

Su Zhuo raised his hand and drew layers of spells, completely isolating the room from the outside world: "Then I will trouble Miss Wan."

He was lying on a low couch, and the winter weather was still a bit cold for him in the foundation building period.A thin quilt wrapped the boy's body, and the white fur made the boy look like a snow-colored dumpling.The resentment and sorrow in Wan Lushi's heart gradually disappeared in this scene. She sighed quietly, extinguished the candle with a wave of her hand, and then took out a jasper flute from her waist, and her red lips gently leaned against the flute hole. The sound echoed in the dormitory, I don't know if it is the timbre of the Xiao sound itself, the Xiao music is faintly sad.

"You were born before I was born, I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, but I hate that you were born early—"

Wan Lushi's soft and charming voice sounded in my mind, as if singing in my ears, touching my heart.

"You were born before I was born, and I was already old when I was born. I wish I could not be born at the same time, and be with you every day..."

Su Zhuo closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

— Could it be that Su Lang fell in love with someone?

Do you like someone...?

—Maybe, maybe not.

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The familiar fragrance conveyed by the sense of smell, Su Zhuo opened his eyes, and as expected, he saw a large and beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

He took a step forward subconsciously, and suddenly found that the grass around him was as high as his thigh.He shook his head helplessly, and Xiao Douding, who was only less than one meter tall, walked slowly towards the gazebo in the center of Huahai with a pair of bean sprout legs.There is the "nameless" gazebo, where Immortal Emperor Qingzhuo has realized the righteous way for thousands of years. It can be said to be one of the scenes Su Zhuo is most familiar with.

But in the middle of the walk, I don't know whether it was unexpected or expected, a pair of big hands gently hugged his armpit from behind him, lifted him up and placed him in his arms.

Su Zhuo said with disgust: "Senior brother came too late."

An Yiyin couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Zhuo obviously needs to yell, but he wants me to search for you in this vast sea of ​​flowers."

Su Zhuo snorted coldly: "If it wasn't for the fact that I always look like a child in my dreams, why would I be so troublesome?"

An Yiyin was silent for a moment, he gently stroked the top of Su Zhuo's hair, moving it to the back along the silky long hair, watching the other party's amber eyes look paler under the sun, suddenly it seemed half As beautiful as transparent amber: "Probably because this is the happiest day in my memory."

Su Zhuo was dissatisfied: "So those smiles on weekdays are all fake?"

An Yiyin laughed and said, "It's the 'happiest'."

Su Zhuo patted An Yiyin's hand away and said, "Brother always has a reason."

"I know you're annoyed at me deliberately letting An Ning go down to the lower realm, so can Junior Brother Zhuo listen to Senior Brother's reasons before deciding whether to punish him or not?" An Yiyin placed the child in her arms on the stone table in the gazebo Sit up and sit down, and said in a gentle voice: "If the younger brother is still unhappy after listening to it, the younger brother will be punished voluntarily."

Su Zhuo was amused by his childish behavior, it seemed that the age of the body could easily affect the actions of the heart - this might explain why those cultivators who were dozens of years old were mostly childish? ——He shook his head: "Although I was surprised at first, it was not difficult to guess the intention of the senior brother. Isn't it because of this that the senior brother came to me after a few days?"

An Yiyin smiled but said nothing.

"Maybe it's a good way. While liberating the second senior brother, it can really let An Ning relax. After all, these two enemies are the ones who are most likely to irritate each other." Su Zhuo kicked her short legs and swayed De: "Let's do this first, I will try my best to improve my cultivation before the second senior brother goes down to the realm."

An Yiyin listened quietly, and fed the peeled spiritual fruit into Su Zhuo's mouth.

While chewing the sweet and chewy fruit, Su Zhuo slurred his speech slightly: "Brother, do you really think I'm a milk baby?"

An Yiyin couldn't help laughing, he wiped the debris from the corner of Su Zhuo's mouth, and said with a low smile: "To me, Junior Brother Zhuo has always looked the same."

After eating the fruit, Su Zhuo patted the crumbs on his hands and asked, "How is Miantang?"

"I'm afraid it's not very good." An Yiyin sighed: "I'm afraid it won't be long before the two worlds of immortals and demons will start fighting again."

"Because of my body?"

An Yiyin did not deny it.

Su Zhuo said helplessly: "Perhaps cutting off my head is the biggest harm to Miantang."

An Yiyin said lightly: "But he doesn't regret it."

Su Zhuo couldn't help saying good things for the other party: "Because he had no choice at the time, so even if he did it all over again, he would do the same thing."

"If it was me..." An Yiyin said slowly: "If it was me, even if I never see Junior Brother Zhuo again, I will never cut off your head, making it difficult for you to return to immortality with incomplete physical body body."

Su Zhuo was surprised and said: "Brother...?"

An Yiyin is a true gentleman, so he only uses other people's standards to regulate himself, but he will never use his own standards to regulate others.

An Yiyin said: "No matter how many explanations and arguments there are for Shangguan Miantang's behavior, in the final analysis, it is just a sentence of 'love yourself more'."

Su Zhuo took his hand: "I don't resent, so brother—"

"Only this matter, I will not compromise no matter what." An Yiyin looked at Su Zhuo, and said warmly: "Not only will I not hand over my body to Shangguan Miantang, but I will even snatch your head back, Junior Brother Zhuo—even if The immortals and demons will not hesitate to fight again."

Su Zhuo said no more.

Because he understands that even if An Yiyin can be persuaded, Shangguan Miantang must have the same or even more intense thoughts.

"Sorry." An Yiyin said apologetically, "On the contrary, I made Junior Brother Zhuo sad."

"I can't say it's hard or not. The struggle between immortals and demons has existed since ancient times. Instead, the war has been ceased for many years because of me, which made the immortals complain." Su Zhuo shook his head: "The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge, although the process is indispensable. Careful planning, but the most important thing to me is you, brother, don't get tired."

An Yiyin nodded with a smile, waved her long sleeves, and arrived at her own bedroom in the blink of an eye.He held Su Zhuo in his arms, and even patted Su Zhuo's back playfully, as if he was really coaxing a child.

Su Zhuo blushed: "Brother!"

"Junior Brother Zhuo is the one who should take a good rest. The human world must not be so easy." An Yiyin leaned on the bed and put Su Zhuo beside her, blocking the way with her tall and broad body compared to a child. Su Zhuo shielded himself from the sunlight and warm wind outside the window lattice, and said in a warm voice, "Take a good rest. I'll be watching by my side."

Su Zhuo coughed dryly: "Brother, I'm not a child."

An Yiyin smiled lightly and remained silent.

Su Zhuo shook his head and followed the other party, he closed his eyes, the familiar breath surrounded him with a sense of security, and soon he fell asleep.He vaguely heard An Yiyin ask softly: "I've been in the human world for a long time, does Junior Brother Zhuo like anyone?"

Su Zhuo said in a daze, "Maybe there... maybe not..."

"What a cunning answer." An Yiyin's voice seemed to come from far away: "Should I be happy about this, or sad..."

"You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, but I hate that you were born early."

"I was born before you were born, and I am already old when you were born. I hate you for being late, but you hate me for being born early..."

An Yiyin bent down slowly, gently stroked the sleeping face of the child beside her, and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother Zhuo, do you still remember how we were when we first met?"

He said to himself: "I think...you don't remember."

"You said you like gentle people, so I became what you want."

"But you seem to have forgotten a joke at that time."

"...How long can I wait..."

"Junior Zhuo..."