The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

June wandered slowly by in this world where there was nothing to do but only two people.

Playing the piano, reading books, leaning together to listen to the cicadas singing quietly, and the summer wind blowing through the waterfall.

The summer rain in Qinling Mountains comes and goes in a hurry. Standing on the top of Taibai and looking at it, sometimes half of the sky is still clear, while the other half is full of lightning, thunder, and cloudy clouds.

Under the continuous rain of pearls, the summer flowers in the courtyard grew brilliantly and crazily.

The river overflowed from the stream on the top of the mountain, overflowed from the north, overflowed the mossy rocky road, and arrived at the pillars of the hallway at their feet, bringing a few flustered and ignorant silver fish.

Gu Jinxiao was sitting on the porch fishing, holding a pot and making soup with his own hands.

The watermelon tempered by spring water was placed on the wooden table, and the Crane Immortal woke up from a nap beside him, leaning on him to slowly bite off the sweet part.

Gu Jinxiao tilted her head, leaned over naturally, and took a bite of the not-so-sweet one with his hand.

He Jiuqing likes sweets, but Gu Jinxiao doesn't.

The small animals around took shelter from the rain on the porch, tilting their heads and watching secretly.

He Jiuqing picked up a tooth of watermelon and sent it to the corner of the corridor where they were hiding.

The little squirrels hugged their tails and remained motionless. They waited for him to walk back before taking a tentative bite.

There are no spirit attendants in the form of the four seasons flower spirit plants in this courtyard, and the Crane Immortal has not used spells for a long time.

Gu Jinxiao never asked, and when it was not necessary, Gu Jinxiao himself was not used to relying on alchemy.

The two are just like ordinary people, living an ordinary life in the world.

At night, go out to the river bank to watch fireflies.Or hold hands and walk endlessly under the moonlight.

On clear nights, He Jiuqing would teach Gu Jinxiao how to read the stars and how to deduce a horoscope.

Although they are all alchemists, Gu Jinxiao focuses on alchemy, while He Jiuqing is more on Fang Xian.

He Jiuqing is an excellent teacher, as if he wants to teach all he has learned in his life.

In the twinkling of an eye, July was on fire, and the meteors in the sky disappeared in the evening.

Summer is over.

The night wind is blowing, and the jacaranda flowers and plane tree leaves in the courtyard complement each other.

The Crane Immortal in white stood under the tree, his gorgeous white clothes glowed softly in the night, he turned his head and smiled slowly at Gu Jinxiao who was walking, his face covered with white gauze was like a bright moon, his smile was thin and warm, as if he was using this world A very beautiful moment is brewed.

"Ah Tian, ​​you once said that you have been to the wilderness under the Nine Serenity, and a ghost brought you out. Zhong Qing is very similar to him. So you have to help him unlock the seal and retrieve his memory."

Gu Jinxiao nodded: "Yes, but don't worry, it's been a long time, not for a while."

He Jiuqing said softly: "The ghost sword is broken, I broke it, why don't you get angry and don't ask me?"

"You have your own reasons. That sword is not a sword that can break the seal. Besides, I will never be angry with that crane. Just do what you want."

Those phoenix eyes like cold pools, even though the lines are sharp, and the dark color at the end of the eyes is like the snow that never melts all year round, when he looks at them calmly, it will make people feel that they are being treated tenderly.

Many people think that this person is innocent, dangerous and arrogant, and liking him is like wanting to walk into a desperate situation where no one survives.

He Jiuqing also felt at that time that the rest of his life might only be distant lovesickness.

However, he just took a step into the abyss of extinction like a moth to a flame, and the cold fire returned home with him.

Always warming him and illuminating him.

Suddenly looking back, it is obvious that he likes the person so much, but it seems that that person has been pampering him and treating him well, so good that He Jiuqing felt that it was wonderful to be born in this world.

Love was overflowing like a rising water, it had surpassed the limitless greed he thought.

It was like a jar of candies that he originally wanted to give to the other party, which he carefully treasured for a lifetime, but was sent a sea of ​​candies.

He also wanted to do something for this person.

"Give you."

He Jiuqing has always had a sword that never leaves his body, like Ruyi carved from white jade, the body of the sword is a thin peach blossom with tangled branches, the petals close together, if he drinks blood, the petals will bloom and be dyed crimson.

Gu Jinxiao remembered that last winter solstice, Gu Xiangzhi met He Jiuqing by chance on Chang'an Street, and that person once said that this sword was called Zhaoying, and it was his saber.

At that time, He Jiuqing mentioned that Tian Daoliu's ghost sword had been used as his saber.

"It's beautiful."

Gu Jinxiao took it over, and immediately the endless aura of heaven and earth poured in, as if suddenly seeing ten thousand peach blossoms blooming in the valley after the Qingming rain.

With a clear expression on his face, He Jiuqing said calmly, "Zhaoying is the sword of the man who broke the seal 300 years ago."

There was no emotion on Gu Jinxiao's face, as if he heard a fact that he had known for a long time.

Although it has sealed thousands of evil spirits, it is called a ghost sword like Tiandaoliu's sword, but this is the sword of an alchemist, and it is naturally a sword of integrity, so how can it be as evil and cold as people imagine?

The evil and coldness are just the most evil imagined by people.

The Shenlong of Nether City was so surprised that he couldn't move when he saw this scene.

It turned out that this was the alchemist's sword!When did Gu Jinxiao know about it?

It was suddenly chilled, thinking of Gu Jinxiao's tenderness and tolerance towards He Jiuqing, and suddenly remembering that he had just come to this world with Gu Jinxiao, trembling at the face of this tyrant and villain.

If it had followed the normal routine, Gu Jinxiao, who got the sword at this moment, should have hugged the immortal Crane Immortal affectionately, then stabbed him to death with a smile, and said softly while pushing down the top of Taibai Mountain, "Thank you, but you It's useless to me."

Shenlong's little heart suddenly tightened, and was frightened by the imaginary Gu Zhaza, making him flutter in the wind.

Holding the sword, Gu Jinxiao stepped forward and quietly hugged He Jiuqing: "Why did you give it to me?"

"Because, you also have your reasons. I believe in you, just like you believe in me." He Jiuqing's white gauze blindfolded face slowly showed a warm smile, "Gu Jinxiao, just do what you want .”

Rather than being loved by him, I want to pamper him more.

If you want to do everything you can to pamper him and make him happy, you will be happy.

In the past, He Jiuqing had a thirsty beast in his heart, and he was overwhelmed with love, lest the greedy minions would hurt that person.

But now, that beast has a new owner, and it just wants to get close to it obediently and docilely, offering its soft belly, and just wants to be gently touched by that person.

……

Summer is over.

Zhong Qing walks in the Nether Nine Nether Mountains, where the sun and the moon flow in the human world.

He saw the never-ending twilight in the sky, and walked back to that person with flowers picked from the Nether Bone Wasteland.

Gu Jinxiao really went too far, used Gu Mowen's body, and even hid Gu Xiangzhi in Jiuyou Mountain where no one can reach.

But he is Mo Mei, as long as you look for it, you will always find it, but you can't get close to the alchemist's enchantment.

That's fine, even he can't, let alone other ghosts and monsters.

But every day there will be many pairs of eyes, eager to try this place, left and right bored, every time he thinks of that person's unfeeling anger, he will go out to kill a wave.

But if I think of his goodness, I can't help but want to walk back, just watching him fall asleep next to me, I feel at ease.

"Really, I'm obviously not a good person, but I only like He Jiuqing. I'm obviously [-] times better than him."

"Look, you lied to me and bullied me again. You don't like me at all. But I still feel happy to see you."

"You can't, do you like both? I don't mind."

The smile on Mo Mei's face was languid and charming, her peach blossom eyes were curved, without a trace of worry or sorrow, her eyes were lazily focused on the beauty sleeping and meditating on Jiuyou Mountain, acting like a coquettish resentment.

"I'm different. Whether it's Gu Mowen or Gu Xiangzhi, I'm not picky at all. At least give me one."

What a waste to put it here, obviously the last time Gu Xiangzhi went out, Gu Mowen could still be by He Jiuqing's side.

"I get angry when I think about it." Zhong Qing's expression quickly became fierce and rebellious, "Why does He Jiuqing only like Gu Mowen and not you? You are so much better than that scoundrel Gu Mowen?"

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, but then I smiled again, looked at the person lightly, and murmured: "But if this is the case, maybe I can't even see you now. So, he is really a good person, no wonder you like him."

Jiuyou Mountain is deserted, only the remains of 520 kinds of dead ghosts and gods.

But the soul flower of remnant thoughts blooming on the dead bones is sometimes very beautiful.

"Do you like it? I wonder what color flowers bloomed when I died?"

He smiled lazily and closed his eyes, as if they were sleeping together with each other separated by this enchantment.

Perhaps because she was really tired, Zhong Qing actually fell asleep and had a dream.

Dreaming of a wasteland, bones annihilated into yellow sand, ghostly remnants will bloom magnificent disillusioned flowers.

A coffin, in which lay a young alchemist, his black clothes were painted with cinnabar charms, and his eyes were covered with white gauze that sealed off the five senses.

It's so beautiful, like a little fairy.

The person dressed in white clothes like the moonlight, like him but not him, walked up to the boy with a pair of dark gray ghostly eyes.

Bo Nuan's voice seemed innocent and sly, and he asked with a smile, "This place is so beautiful. Would it be better to lie here and watch the scenery?"

"Ah."

"Thank you. I'm sorry, because I seem to have drunk too much. But, I don't remember any wine that can make me drunk. Ah, that, I actually want to ask, do you know the way out?"

"Shut up, you're too loud."

"Ah... oh."

The young man in the coffin was indifferent and dignified, like the most transparent and flawless perfection in the world, yet possessed the holiness of a god.

Although it was cold, it allowed a ghost like him to approach.

The man listened carefully to what he said, and his smile was cold and beautiful.

I like it so much, I want to talk to that person and talk a lot.

His eyes are colorless and scary, and the world he sees is different from everyone else.

For example, the nether world is much more beautiful than the human world, but many people don't believe it.

Sentence by sentence, he carefully described it to that person.

"The swaying branches and leaves are silvery white. The light of the stars sprinkles from the gaps in the leaves, and it is long and clear..."

"It's windy, it's going to rain... the flowers are light blue, like old white... imagine the flowers blooming in a dream..."

"The wind will blow all the stars down, just like all the flowers in the world fall..."

"When you smile, you look beautiful, even more beautiful than the scenery here..."

Although the Netherworld is beautiful, such a clean little fairy shouldn't lie here and be accompanied by those ghosts and ghosts born of evil in the world.

He was different, he was born with a destiny saying that he carried sins, and he must have been an unforgivable bad person in his previous life.

"Are you the evil spirit I want to suppress?" the man asked him.

"No, you didn't suppress me, you were the sacrifice I stole."

If you become a ghost, you can get such a beautiful sacrifice, this world is too much, is it more worthy of encouragement and rewards to be a ghost than to encourage him to be a perfect good person?

Carrying the coffin on his back, he walked out of the Xuwei Mountain in the Nine Nether Wasteland.

Holding his breath, he carefully removed the white gauze covering the boy's eyes, remembering those beautiful eyes.

Those eyes that have been sealed off for too long are opened, even if they are empty, they can't see anything, but they are also clear and quiet, like snow rivers in the sky and fairies in the world.

"My name is Gu Jinxiao, what's your name?"

"My name is..." He pursed his lips hesitantly.

——【Do you know why your name is He Jiu?I have raised eight children with a fate like yours, and all the previous ones died. You are the ninth. 】

"My name is..." He quickly thought of all the names he had used, the most beautiful things in the world, and wanted to choose a name for himself, called this person's memorable name, and he felt beautiful and smiling when he thought of him name.

But time was running out.

The boy said softly: "I will come back to find you."

"Really?" He felt very happy at once, at that time he would definitely be able to name himself a nice name worthy of Gu Jinxiao.

In such a hasty parting, only one thing was taken from the boy, the white veil covering those beautiful eyes.

He lightly covered his own eyes with the white gauze that had covered that person's eyes, and the world he saw seemed to be much more beautiful, as if he was looking at the same world as that person at this moment.

If he let go of the sacrifice, he would naturally take on the worst evil in the world and impose it on himself.

The man said he would come to him, but did he come on a crane?

He looked at the small skylight of the temple covered with a white gauze. There was no sound of cranes fluttering their wings, only the bell of the temple was ringing to cross the evil, and the sound of the chime played for the gods in the world was ethereal.

I have listened to it for a long time, as long as a lifetime.

Nether is actually very beautiful. If you go back to Nether, will you be able to see you again?

My sword is called Zhaoying. It can see people's hearts. One day, it passes through my heart. What does it see?

If you come back and find me, can you take a look for me and tell me?

My name is... He Jiuqing, does this name sound nice?