After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Everything in this place is terribly tall, reflecting his smallness and loneliness.

Small and lonely?How could he feel this way?

Zhang Yan was startled, only to realize that this emotion was not his own, it was him dreaming again.

In the dream, he bowed his head, with a small body and small hands, and looked very young. The surrounding buildings looked like an ancient courtyard house, which was much more ordinary and more beautiful than the Qionglou Yuyu he had seen before. There is a breath of life.

And he was kneeling in the middle of the yard, and the snow was falling heavily, gradually covering his knees, and even his shoulders were covered with a thick layer of snow.Helan Yanqing was only wearing a thin jacket, shivering in the ice and snow.

Why let a child kneel here?

Just wondering, a middle-aged man with white face and beardless pushed the door and came out.

Helan Yanqing's body trembled when he heard the sound, and immediately knelt up a little more straight.

"Master." He called softly, sounding like he was only four or five years old.

The middle-aged man's face was serious and terrifying: "Do you know where you went wrong?"

He Lan Yanqing looked up at the middle-aged man, feeling fear in his heart, but shook his head.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows angrily: "Stealing the Purple Light Xuanling Jue, you still don't know how to repent?"

He Lan Yanqing struggled and said: "But even Junior Brother Xinghua has started to practice the mental method, why is it only me..."

"Do you think you can practice what other people practice?"

"I……"

"A mere orphan in the outer sect dares to talk back to me?" The middle-aged man stared, "Breaking the rules of the sect, you are no longer my apprentice from now on, go to the handyman's sect to get an errand."

"Master..." He Lanyanqing's voice choked up instantly.

The middle-aged man left in a huff, and a sentence came from afar: "Evil."

He Lan Yanqing's young body trembled, tears burst out of the embankment, fell on the snow, and was frozen into ice.

Evil species.

Yes, even in these fragmented and short-lived dreams, it is not the first time Zhang Yan has heard this name.Qingxi once said that Helan Yanqing is a villain and shouldn't live in this world at all.

This kind of hatred is simply unreasonable, as if he is a heinous monster.But at this time Yan Qing was obviously only a young child.

He finally understood Yan Qing's almost reckless joy when he first saw Qing Jue.Probably in his more than ten years of life, Qing Jue was the only one who really "saw" He Lan Yanqing, without disgust or judgment.

Only in his eyes, Helan Yanqing is an ordinary boy, not a disgusting evil.

It's no wonder that Helan Yanqing's character was more or less rebellious later on. If he hadn't met Qing Jue, I really don't know what kind of extreme person he would become.

Zhang Yan opened his eyes, there were still traces of He Lan Yanqing's tears in the corners of his eyes, but there was no trace of coldness on his body, warmth was transmitted from He Lan Jue's firm chest - it turned out that he had slept with him all night.

He Lanjue was still in a deep sleep.

The thick blackout curtains blocked the bright sunlight, only a ray of luck slipped in and landed on the tip of He Lanjue's hair. Zhang Yan stretched out his hand out of nowhere, pulling aside the bangs that covered He Lanjue's eyebrows, Get close to him and kiss the bridge of his nose.

This is a kiss without sexual meaning.

He Lanjue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand on his waist was a little bit harder, and then he opened his eyes: "Good morning?"

"Good morning."

"You feel better?"

"It's been fine." As Zhang Yan said, he took the phone and looked at it. It was already noon, and he was about to get up from the bed when He Lanjue hugged him and dragged him into bed.

Zhang Yan didn't struggle either—his desire to get up wasn't that strong—he reached out and touched He Lanjue's temples: "I forgot yesterday, aren't you going to Lin Sheng's birthday party tonight?" Lin Sheng He is the third male lead in this show, but his status in the circle is much higher than Fang Qian, and he is a senior with considerable qualifications.

He Lanjue frowned: "No."

"I promised others before, so it's not good to go back on it?"

He Lanjue didn't speak, just looked at Zhang Yan.

Being stared at by such a beautiful person at such a close distance is also a challenge to Zhang Yan's heart. He sighed as if admitting defeat, and leaned forward to kiss He Lanjue: "What about now?"

He Lanjue reluctantly said: "Okay."

My wife has learned bad things so quickly!How can I coax you in the future.Zhang Yan thought half distressed and half sweetly.

The lights are dim and ambiguous, the black marble walls are faintly glowing, and colorful wine bottles are placed on the table.

It was just after twelve o'clock, and a group of young people were already lying in a mess in the KTV private room.

The lingering love song was still playing on the big screen, but no one filled the gap with a microphone, only the melody lingered weakly.

He Lanjue frowned subtly as he looked at Han Yue, who was staggering from drinking and entangled him like an octopus.

"I'm so dizzy, I want to sleep..." She blushed and said vaguely, looked up at He Lanjue, laughed for a while, leaned her head on He Lanjue's shoulder, and hugged him Tighter.

"Fang Qian, why don't you send Han Yue back, don't you all have a show tomorrow?" The only person who was not drunk was Lin Sheng, the protagonist of the party.

He Lanjue wanted to refuse at first, but he pushed Han Yue hard, but he couldn't get the woman down. Looking at Han Yue's assistant who was waiting aside, he also had an embarrassed expression - he had seen someone throwing herself into her arms, He has never seen such a strong buy and sell who throws himself into his arms, even he can see that Fang Qian has no interest in her at all.

Out of demeanor, He Lanjue had no choice but to agree: "Well, then I'll go back first."

Han Yue's assistant hurried over, with an apologetic expression on her face, and then helped to lift the crooked Han Yue, and walked out of this KTV box...

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Wang Xiaomeng sat on the bed, biting her lower lip, and stared at the time on the phone screen jumping to 10 o'clock. It was already very late. There was a hint of frustration in her eyes. Her big black eyes rolled around, and her eyes fell on On the coat at hand.

That was Fang Qian's coat.It fell on the set and was picked up by her roommate and given to her. The black windbreaker was extremely simple in style, but the exquisite tailoring and delicate high-grade fabrics showed that the price of this dress was not cheap.It's just that Fang Qian's appearance is too good, no matter how beautiful the clothes are, he can't steal the show.

Do you want to find the male god by returning the clothes?

There seems to be a voice in his heart: go, maybe you can use this to chat with the male god and have a cup of tea or something.

Immediately, Wang Xiaomeng's face flushed bright red with excitement, and she slapped her hands, and she got up with the courage from nowhere, "Okay!"

She folded her coat carefully and neatly, and headed towards the 10th floor where Fang Qian was. When she passed by Zhang Yan's room, she took another look, and sure enough, no one was there.

Does brother Zhang Yan really go to eat supper every day?

Thinking like this in her heart, her steps didn't hesitate for a moment. Instead, she became excited because she was about to meet the male god. She pressed the button on the 10th floor and looked at the elevator door full of expectations, as if she had already seen the beauty of communicating with the male god alone. Scenes.

1024, that's right, this is Fang Qian's room, and there are people inside.She pressed the doorbell button and her heart beat wildly.

"Who is it?" A man's voice came from the door, but it wasn't Fang Qian who came.

Wang Xiaomeng blinked: Who is it?The rehearsed smile began to stiffen.

The door opened, and a tall figure appeared in front of her, Wang Xiaomeng's smile froze on her face.

"Brother Zhang Yan?!"

"Ah. It's Xiaomeng. What's the matter?"

"That..." Wang Xiaomeng secretly squeezed the clothes in her hands, leaned forward secretly, and looked over Zhang Yan to see the situation in the room—Fang Qian was not there.

Did she go to the wrong room?She subconsciously looked up at the room number.

"Are you looking for Fang Qian? Fang Qian has something to go out."

Wang Xiaomeng nodded, and handed out the clothes in his hand: "Brother Fang Qian's windbreaker was left on the set, I'll bring it to him..."

"I'm fine." Zhang Yan took the clothes and smiled kindly at her: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's nothing." Wang Xiaomeng hesitated to speak, wanting to ask where Fang Qian had gone, and why Zhang Yan was in Fang Qian's room.But she resisted the urge to ask, she was just an assistant, and the artist's private life was not something she could interfere with.

Wang Xiaomeng swallowed the unwillingness in her heart: "Then I will go down first."

"Well, good night, sleep well."

"Well, good night, brother Zhang Yan too." Wang Xiaomeng waved his hand, turned and walked towards the elevator.

Why...why is Zhang Yan in Fang Qian's room?

Wang Xiaomeng stood in the elevator room waiting for the elevator, but didn't even press the down button.

Looking at her blurred image reflected on the elevator door, she subconsciously bit her lower lip.

Maybe Zhang Yan just came to Fang Qian's room to play. They were friends in private, and it was normal to go to Fang Qian's room to watch a video or play a game.

However, Fang Qian is not here, who would come to play with friends when they are not around?said the voice in his head.

By the way, the cabinet at the entrance, the door of the cabinet is still open.

Wang Xiaomeng carefully recalled that there were two big boxes in the closet, one was Fang Qian's usual one, she knew it, it had appeared on TV, the pure black Rimowa Topas Stealth, and whose was it?

A feeling of uneasiness welled up...

The extra boxes, Zhang Yan, who was always not in his room, appeared in Fang Qian's room, and the two got along very intimately on the set.

——Brother Zhang, why did you come to be an assistant?

——Then what, I met Fang Qian before, and he needed an assistant temporarily, so he didn't worry about outsiders, so he let me do it for a few months

She always thought it was just because the two of them were just good friends, could it be—

The voice in her head came to the conclusion for her: the two of them lived together after all.

As if being poured over the head by a basin of ice water, Wang Xiaomeng's face instantly turned pale.

What kind of friends will live together?

no, I can not.It must be because I think too much, it must be a coincidence, it is a coincidence.Wang Xiaomeng patted her chest, rejecting the conjecture in her heart.

The elevator door dinged open in front of her, and the passenger inside stepped out, casting a strange glance at the distraught young girl.