The protagonist is speechless [Rebirth]

Lin Huimo stared dumbfounded at his friend who seemed to have changed into a different person. The next moment, he jumped up from the chair like a hazel whose tail was pulled. He clutched his jaw and stepped back. With big strides, she looked at Yang Yuxin in shock.

"you you……"

Yang Yuxin tilted her head, the expression on her face had returned to her usual indifference, and she said, "Scared?"

Lin Huimo subconsciously wanted to nod, but his neck stiffened, and he said stiffly, "How is that possible." After a pause, he stretched out his hand to scratch his chin, and explained seriously, "Itches."

"Oh." Yang Yuxin was noncommittal, and said: "Okay, come to the back hall and have a look. See if there is anything else you need, and let Xunzi come and add it later."

Without hesitation, Yang Yuxin assigned the task of running errands to Xunzi.

Lin Huimo walked over with a calm face, struggling to separate a ray of clarity from his messy mind, and sympathized with Master Xunzi and his younger brother.

He also has to deal with the daily affairs of the Temple of Heaven's Mystery and meet the various demands of the elders... Alas, since he has become his senior brother, the burden that should have been on his shoulders has been borne by the poor senior brother, so, on Axin's side, Let him take care of it more.

Well, yes, that's it.

On the first day of apprenticeship to Tianhuamen, just after nightfall, the candles in the back hall were extinguished early.Lying on a familiar bed, lying on a familiar pillow, covered with a familiar quilt, and the heat source beside me is even more familiar...

Lin Huimo thought calmly, in fact, there is not much difference between going out to apprentice and being at home.

He closes his eyes.

In a daze, he remembered Lin Huizhen with difficulty.

I don't even know how it is now.

Zhenzhen is now a disciple of Tianshu Palace, so he can't be as casual as before.If he visits Tianshu Hall frequently, it will not be good for Zhenzhen's reputation.

I heard that the monthly regular meeting of Tianhuamen disciples will be distributed at the Tianxiang Hall at the beginning of the month, and it would be good to pass a message in advance to meet there.

Thinking of this, Lin Huimo fell asleep.

Then, he dreamed.

The same hall, the same coffin, the same Yang Yuxin.

He still remembered that what he had dreamed last time made him cry after waking up. Lin Huimo's expression was extremely serious, as if he was ready for battle, as if he couldn't be ashamed this time.

Clenching his fist, Lin Huimo walked slowly towards Yang Yuxin.

His hair on the temples was stained with frost, and his shape was broken. The fiery red fox fur not only did not make his face look better, but it made his face pale and bloodless.

Lin Huimo subconsciously turned his face sideways, unable to bear to look any further.

Yang Yuxin was leaning against the coffin, with a faint smile on her lips, her voice was erratic.

"Today, I saw him."

"Century-year-old Nascent Soul, with fair aptitude and understanding. But, as expected, I still hate him very much..."

"You are clearly brothers, but you two don't look alike at all."

"You look much better than him."

"He came here to steal the Nine-leaf Ganoderma lucidum, but these Ganoderma lucidums belong to you, and I don't want to give him any."

"I sent someone to drive him into the Yin Sha Demon Swamp. Even in the Nascent Soul stage, he dared to wander around in the Demon Realm. I'll teach him a lesson."

"But don't worry, I've sent someone to watch over the Yin Sha Demon Swamp, and I won't really kill him."

"After all...he is your beloved brother."

Sighing, Yang Yuxin slowly leaned over, put her side face on the coffin, and whispered to herself.

"I can't bear to make you sad."

On the side, Lin Huimo silently turned her head and looked at the slumped Yang Yuxin.

Hold your breath.

Damn it, what the hell is going on in this dream!

Enduring and enduring, Lin Huimo couldn't hold back, and strode over.

If it is said that this dream made him give up, and made him stop thinking about his friends as soon as possible, he, he can understand.Maybe it was because he was thinking day by day and dreaming at night, he tossed and turned, and finally couldn't bear the guilt in his heart and subconsciously fabricated such a dream.

but!

Why did Ah Xin feel so miserable and desperate? !

Could it be that the purpose of this dream was to tell him that once Ah Xin was tempted, his life would be plunged into a pain that could not be relieved by love?

Simply unbearable!

Even if it was his unconscious dream.

With red eyes, Lin Huimo angrily walked to the coffin and bent down to look at the coffin full of resentment.

Before he could clearly see the appearance of the person in the coffin, he woke up.

The night outside the hall was as cool as water, and there was only a little moonlight shining inside the hall.

Lying on the side of the bed before going to bed, but now nestled in the man's arms, Lin Huimo, who grandly used his arm as a pillow, opened a pair of eyes full of resentment and sadness, his breathing was heavy, and his chest heaved violently .

At the moment when Lin Huimo's breathing changed, Yang Yuxin, who was in a light sleep, opened her eyes.He looked at Lin Huimo with concern, and just about to speak, he saw Lin Huimo beat the bed under him angrily.

There was only a "bang", the bed was originally carved out of ordinary wood, but it was the opponent of the consecrated monk, although it was just a punch, it somehow carried a strong saber intent.If it weren't for Yang Yuxin's quick eyes and hands to pull him over, accompanied by the "bang", the two of them would have to lie on a pile of sawdust in their underwear.

Yes, Lin Huimo's blow full of anger directly shattered the whole bed under him. In the darkness, Yang Yuxin's amber phoenix eyes glowed faintly, and she clearly saw that the bed board under the bedding was broken. into a thumb-sized pile of sawdust.Immediately, the pillars at the four corners made a "creaking" sound, and the entire bed collapsed with the hanging crocodile curtains.

Leaning in Yang Yuxin's arms, with his arms around his waist, Lin Huimo stared blankly at the entire collapsed bed, Taohua's eyes were dull.

He, he was just too angry, he just thumped the bed board, why did it all collapse.

This is his bed.

The bed that I have slept in for more than 20 years.

"It's so angry." Taking advantage of the hazy night, Yang Yuxin pretended that she was still sleepy. He hugged Lin Huimo presumptuously, put his chin on his shoulder and neck, and gently rubbed the corners of his lips against his neck. side skin.

Feeling Lin Huimo's body trembling, she shrank her neck as if afraid of itching, and when she wanted to raise her hand to push him away, Yang Yuxin said in a somewhat vague voice, "Ah Mo...so sleepy..."

Lin Huimo froze immediately, and felt guilty for a moment, completely forgetting that as monks, it is strange that he and Yang Yuxin sleep and eat on time every day.Not to mention that with Lin Huimo's cultivation base, the impact of not eating or sleeping for three days is almost nothing, let alone Yang Yuxin in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

But Lin Huimo's mind was in a mess, and he always seemed to see his friend's disfigured appearance, even though the person behind him put most of his weight on him, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rubbing against the side of his neck made him feel uneasy Trembling, he blushed and didn't push him away.

Instead, after a while, he remained silent, and hugged Yang Yuxin's arm back.He bit the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Xin, it's all my fault." After a pause, Lin Huimo walked out of the room with Yang Yuxin on his back, "I'll take you to the study for a while , I will tidy up here."

Yang Yuxin's phoenix eyes slightly closed, her arms wrapped around Lin Huimo's body tightened suddenly, and she said slowly, "Let's rest first...Here, let Xunzi come and clean up tomorrow."

Lin Huimo: "!!!"

"No, I can't." Lin Huimo's face changed, "It's still me..." It should be said that fortunately, because of Yang Yuxin's request, there was not even a boy on guard at the west side of the hall.Moreover, the west side hall is far enough away from the other halls, and there is a soundproof formation in the hall, otherwise, if such a thing happened in the middle of the night, it would not be cleared up even if it jumped into the river.

Before Lin Huimo opened his mouth, he heard Yang Yuxin murmur in his ear in a hoarse and deep voice: "I'm so sleepy..."

At the same time, the weight on his body was gradually increasing, as if Yang Yuxin couldn't hold back her sleepiness any longer and her whole body was hanging on his body.

Lin Huimo closed his mouth immediately, feeling extremely annoyed.

What to beat, what is not good to beat, but it is the bed.It would be fine if he was the only one on the bed, but now it's midnight, making Ah Xin restless, and now he doesn't even have a complete bed to sleep in.

His face changed again and again, Lin Huimo thought he would go to the study with his back behind his back, and when he came to tidy up here tomorrow morning, Yang Yuxin flicked his sleeves and threw the quilt in Najie on the ground.Then he pressed Lin Huimo and lay down on the quilt, using one hand as a pillow for Lin Huimo to rest on, and the other hand around his chest, which was tightly pressed against Lin Huimo's back, lips The horns are attached to the back of his neck.

Lin Huimo's body froze, and he subconsciously struggled, but he didn't want to. The breathing behind him became longer after a while, and he had obviously fallen asleep.

Lin Huimo's eyes were straightened, and he didn't dare to move anymore, but a pair of peach blossom eyes full of sluggishness stared stupidly at the collapsed bed in front of him, and the words "self-inflicted" hit his head with a bang.

He smashed something bad, but he smashed his own bed.

Without looking in the mirror, Lin Huimo could feel that he must be as red as a boiled shrimp right now.

Lin Huimo didn't dare to move, so he could only stare blankly, feeling very melancholy in his heart.

Lin Huimo thought that he would have to keep his eyes open until dawn this night, but he didn't want to. With the heat source close to his back, and with the long breathing behind him, he closed his eyes unconsciously and fell asleep.

But the person Lin Huimo thought had fallen asleep opened his eyes in the dark.

There was no trace of sleepiness in the phoenix eyes, and she was extremely awake.

Did you dream about something again?

Tightly embracing Lin Huimo's arms, Yang Yuxin's eyes were slightly stern.

Lin Huimo's sleep was surprisingly heavy.When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon.

Slowly opening his eyes, the sky was bright, shining into the room through the window lattice, and shining on his face through the silk curtain.Lin Huimo's expression was confused for a moment, and then he sat up slowly.

He didn't sleep on the ground, but on a black lacquered couch that could accommodate one person.There are at least three layers of mattresses on the couch, and it doesn't feel hard when lying on it.Surrounded by crocodile curtains, the window lattices are slightly open, and a breeze blows in, gently flicking the curtains.

Lin Huimo lifted the curtain of the bed, but saw that he was no longer in the previous bedroom.

There are ink landscape paintings on the wall, neat scrolls are placed on the bookshelf next to it, and pens, inks, papers and inkstones are placed on the table.

This is the study room in the west side hall, it is extremely simple, and there is no trace of Yang Yuxin branded on it.

The world outside the window was dazzlingly bright, and there were vaguely murmured human voices, and Lin Huimo was startled. The memory of last night came back, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Without thinking too much, Lin Huimo jumped off the wooden couch, ran to the door, and slammed it open.

The two people outside looked at him at the same time.

The author has something to say: #818The Carved Wooden Bed of Heroic Sacrifice#

A certain bed: To be honest, I am very wronged. I have been with the master for so many years, and I have worked hard without credit. Now I have become a pile of wood chips that are too broken to be used as firewood. It is too much TAT

Brother Lin: (⊙o⊙)