mistook the hero for a boyfriend

The moon is as cool as water, swaying on the small pavilion, it seems that there will really be endless light beads rolling down from the eaves one after another.

Zhao Yunchen leaned against one side of the pavilion, put his hands on the railing, looked at the disc-like moon in the distance, and was silently in a daze.

After knowing the truth during the day, he was in a mess, and he didn't know what happened in the end. Anyway, it should be Jinfeng, ah, no, he went back to his room under Xiao Jingfeng's service.

The monks in the Nascent Soul stage don't need to eat, so Xiao Jingfeng didn't cook special meals for the two of them today.

It's been eight years, not eight days, or eight weeks, or eight months, but eight years.

Zhao Yunchen has always regarded Jinfeng... no, Xiao Jingfeng as his lover. Although he is now a male favorite, it is just to adapt to the plot that will end sooner or later.

When the plot is over, the two of them will live their lives with peace of mind, Zhao Yunchen has always thought so.

but--

"...But, my lord, I am Xiao Jingfeng."

"However, since I met my lord eight years ago, I have never gone back. Now that I think about it, it was just a little bit of training to meet my lord." Hear clearly whether the adult is calling Jinfeng or Jingfeng."

——How to solve the current situation?

He tilted his head back, sighed leisurely, his thoughts were messy, and he didn't know how long he had been silent in silence.

Thin clouds covered a corner of the moon, and the top-quality porcelain bottle made a crisp sound when it touched the mouth of the cup.I don't know when there is a light smell of wine gradually wafting out, filling the entire courtyard.

Zhao Yunchen didn't need to look up to know who it was.

"New brew? It smells good." His voice was flat and calm.

Xiao Jingfeng, who had just confirmed his identity, glanced sideways at Zhao Yunchen, then continued to play with the wine in a leisurely manner.He was still wearing the white clothes, but now there was a small bag around his empty waist.

It is filled with all kinds of spices and medicines, and there are also snacks to enhance the taste.

Zhao Yunchen likes these things very much. Although he lives in the world of cultivating immortals, it is more like living in the secular world. Even Xiao Jingfeng knows a lot of things that most monks don't know.

At first it was to please, then it became a hobby, and finally it became a habit.

Even though he was inexplicably neglected before, Xiao Jingfeng didn't pay much attention to it, and he sat quietly opposite Zhao Yunchen after pouring the wine.

The thin cloud had already moved into the distance, Zhao Yunchen exhaled heavily, he raised his head and opened his eyes: "Xiao Jingfeng, I have a question to ask you."

He said the name very casually, without any lag, and every sound was accurately pronounced, clearly "scenery" and "wind".

The person who sat obediently squeezed his palm, still had a slight smile when he raised his eyes, and waited patiently for Zhao Yunchen's orders.

"I know this question is a bit strange, but Xiao Jingfeng, do you like swords? Or, what do you think of sword cultivators?"

Zhao Yunchen sat up and changed his posture, with his hands crossed on his lap, but his eyes were fixed on Xiao Jingfeng.

Xiao Jingfeng, the male immortal cultivator in the original book, was a sword repairer at first. Leaving aside his various additional plug-ins and mixed settings later, he can make a good sword.

Of course, due to various harmonious and disharmonious reasons, Xiao Jingfeng of Zhao Yunchen's family did not take the path of proving his heart with a sword. Zhao Yunchen even suspected that Xiao Jingfeng, who bears the name of Jinfeng for so many years, has never touched anything that could see blood. arms.

He has been "well" raised at home by him.

As for Xiao Jingfeng, the real Xiao Jingfeng has been mixed in all kinds of religions and schools for so many years, has accumulated various knowledge and made many friends, the gap and difference between the two are not comparable at all.

Just like now, if it were Xiao Jingfeng, a male cultivator, he would already be eloquently expressing his great ideal of pursuing the Dao and pursuing the true heart.But Zhao Yunchen's Xiao Jingfeng lowered his head hesitantly, and only opened his mouth softly after sneaking two or three glances at Zhao Yunchen.

"My lord is a sword repairer. To be honest, I also thought about practicing swords when I was young, and I thought it was a good thing to have a sword in my hand."

When Xiao Jingfeng said this, he was already facing Zhao Yunchen, his eyes were twinkling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The atmosphere was so good and too familiar, Zhao Yunchen was easily taken away by Xiao Jingfeng.

"What now?" He answered, then reached out to pick up the wine glass and drank the spirit wine.

Xiao Jingfeng watched Zhao Yunchen's Adam's apple rolling, and after taking a sip, he continued: "Later, I was brought here by the adults, with various exercises and various people. I also think that the sword is good. But, It's been a peaceful day, too."

He was expressing his gratitude to Zhao Yunchen, because for Zhao Yunchen, he didn't need to fight with a sword for safety, but could do other things instead.If this was said yesterday, even this morning, Zhao Yunchen would laugh and change this topic, which is a bit blushing to him.

but now……

In fact, if he could, he wouldn't want to care about the life and death of the immortal cultivator, but once the world lost the immortal cultivator Xiao Jingfeng, the world would collapse within ten years.

Then it's not that Zhao Yunchen made a mistake about the male lead and the male favorite, but that he accidentally contributed to the destruction of the world.

Although Zhao Yunchen thinks he is chic and casual, he has not reached this level.

Xiao Jingfeng looked at Zhao Yunchen's frown even more after hearing his answer, and knew that the question from Jinfeng must have troubled the adults, but he didn't know whether he should ask at this time, after all, he was pretending on purpose. Tsukuru couldn't hear the difference between the two names.

If you don't ask well, you will make mistakes.

"Okay, okay, I'm not happy to think about it anymore." Zhao Yunchen stroked his bangs, and looked at Xiao Jingfeng with helpless eyes. He really wanted to say something, but nothing was suitable for him. The current relationship between the two can only be forgotten, "I will teach you how to practice swords in a few days. In this world of cultivating immortals, no one is reliable but you are the most reliable, so you must know something. After all, I am Yuan The infancy period is not the period of crossing the catastrophe, so it is impossible to protect you all the time."

The clichés became smoother and smoother, and Xiao Jingfeng on the other side also nodded in agreement. It seemed that the scene was extremely harmonious.

The embarrassed Zhao Yunchen coughed twice, he moved his eyes to the glass of wine, there were layers of halos rippling in it, it looked absolutely wonderful.

Zhao Yunchen felt that a huge stone suddenly fell in his heart, and he smashed into it dully, even the air around him seemed to be quite muddy.

He propped up the table and stood up, and said to Xiao Jingfeng who still had his head down and couldn't see his expression clearly: "Let's go, it's getting late, let's go back and rest." Missed the body.

The other party followed his footsteps rustlingly, about a foot away from him, and walked silently at a distance.

All the people and things are just right, there is no problem, what is problematic is Xiao Jingfeng's sudden change of identity, and the upcoming plot, in addition to this, there may be a series of ripple effects.

Zhao Yunchen, who fell on the big bed, looked at the night pearl above his head, and said in his heart that "people are hard to break" and didn't know whether to say it or not.

Xiao Jingfeng naturally followed into the bedroom. The two of them have been sleeping together in the same bed since three years ago, and they would never sleep in separate rooms because of the slightest disagreement.Anyway, as long as Zhao Yunchen didn't stop him, Xiao Jingfeng would act as if nothing happened.

It was eight years, and the two strangers had gone through countless trifles, trifles, and miscellaneous things in these eight years, and found the most suitable for each other in countless collisions, conflicts, and contradictions. Survival method.

Who would have thought that when Zhao Yunchen thought that there was only one later talk to supplement the plot of the original work, his other half told him that now is the beginning of the main drama, because he is the appointed protagonist Xiao Jingfeng.

He rubbed his head irritably, and turned his head to see that the guy who worried him so much was currently combing his hair with a wooden comb.

This is also a familiar scene. Xiao Jingfeng takes care of his hair every morning and evening. Although the body of monks will be tempered through practice, the extra care will make the hair softer and more beautiful.

Zhao Yunchen didn't know whether Xiao Jingfeng liked his hair or not, anyway, he liked Xiao Jingfeng's long hair very much.

It hangs down to the waist, smudged with thick ink, and there will be streamers flickering when the hands are stroked, and it feels very comfortable to the touch—all in all, Zhao Yunchen's little hobby has been perfectly satisfied by Xiao Jingfeng.

But objectively speaking, a man who cultivates immortals who combs his hair every day, takes care of flowers and plants every day, and has a full-body exercise with men from time to time, really, does he still have the right to be called a man who cultivates immortals?Is he still capable of fulfilling his grand ambition of collecting beauties from all over the world?

Zhao Yunchen didn't want to admit the obvious answer that made him secretly happy.

"Sir, do you want to rest today?"

Xiao Jingfeng's question awakened Zhao Yunchen, who was already in a daze, and he saw a pair of white, tender and slender hands without raising his eyes, and when he glanced up, he saw a calm and gentle face.

Seeing Zhao Yunchen's attention turned, Xiao Jingfeng put his hand around Zhao Yunchen's waist and hooked his fingers around his belt.

However, his actions were superficial, and he obviously knew that Zhao Yunchen was not in a good mood today.

"Jingfeng," Zhao Yunchen's voice trembled, and paragraphs of descriptions about Zhen Xiao Jingfeng flashed in his mind, "I'm a little tired today, let's talk about it next time."

Xiao Jingfeng withdrew his hand a little discouraged, nodded, stretched out his hand and pulled the thin quilt to cover his body.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Yunchen felt uncomfortable and panicked. He felt that he had done something wrong, and he was just about to say a few words to comfort Xiao Jingfeng, when he heard a huge roar outside, followed by the woman's high-pitched screams like accompaniment. sounded.

"It's Yaoguang."

Zhao Yunchen, who understood in an instant, got out of bed quickly, and looked back at Xiao Jingfeng, "Stay here obediently, don't move around."

He hurriedly walked a few steps towards the door, and suddenly stopped, Zhao Yunchen slapped the door suddenly, turned his head and almost stared at Xiao Jingfeng again and said: "No, you come with me. "

What's more, it's the hero Xiang Wen. Now that the plot is starting, how can the hero not join in the fun, even if, even if he might be in danger.

Xiao Jingfeng nodded indifferently, arranged his clothes quickly but not messily, and followed Zhao Yunchen.

There was a bloody mist outside, black demonic energy drifted around like silk threads, and the dull air was filled with dirty miasma.

But in a short while, the originally quiet courtyard has been wantonly occupied by another thing, and it has become another ghostly appearance.

Zhao Yunchen subconsciously held Xiao Jingfeng's hand backwards: "Jinfeng, be careful, don't move around."

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