NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Every year after that, the second son only came back twice, the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Chinese New Year.

Even if he stays in Ji's residence, he seldom cares about family affairs, just chatting endlessly with his sister about trivial matters outside, and most of the time hangs out with Ji Liang, this little brat is still cold and self-sufficient when he grows up Temperament, a pair of long and narrow pupils are more unpredictable than Gujing.

Ji Tong said, Ji Liang is only a little bit willing to act coquettishly and self-willed in front of his little uncle.

The second son brings back many strange and weird things from outside every year, food, clothing and play, and even some strange ghosts and ghosts...

The playboy's wanton temper has been brought to the extreme.

However, among the lucky money that Ji Liang receives every year, the one that my little uncle received is the most lucrative.

Whenever Ji Tong teased Ji Liang that he was not familiar with raising this child and only showed a smiling face to his little uncle, the second son did not have a proper way to tease him: "Because I gave enough lucky money to make him happy."

Ah Cheng clicked his tongue: "Second Young Master with such a face, you don't need to pay money when you go to a restaurant outside, and some people post it."

Ji Tong raised his eyebrows: "Are you going shopping in Goulan?"

The second young master rubbed his nose: "I've been shopping, but I'm really serious."

He went to Goulan for nothing more than to collect some mischievous ghosts and ghosts. Although the second young master seemed to be romantic, he behaved like an old monk, and he could be regarded as having no desires or desires.

Ah Cheng raised his chin and continued to tease: "I think the young master is looking for sex rather than money."

The second son couldn't bear it anymore and knocked on Ah Cheng's forehead: "It's just that you don't have a sense of proportion with me on weekdays, can you say this in front of children?"

Ah Cheng looked at Ji Liang who was taller than him in surprise: "Little... child?"

Every year at the farewell party for the second son, Ji Liang would pretend to be indifferent and ask a question: "When will little uncle take me to travel?"

"Wait until you grow up." The second young master used his age as a perfunctory excuse every time, so Ji Liang obediently remained silent.

After five or six years like this, the patriarch of the Ji family was destined to have no children. He tried thousands of remedies and spells, but still nothing happened. The young son Ji Liang who was picked up was also a gift from the sky. He had already shown his talents at the age of 13, and everyone in Shichuan knew about it.

Ji's second son is indifferent and uncontested by nature, Ji's young master's name is not right, and the successor of the patriarch is confusing.

The second son only took it as a joke, and teased Ji Liang: "Lianger, in the eyes of everyone, you and I are afraid that there will be a bloody battle."

There was a smile in Ji Liang's long and narrow eyes, and he frowned for a moment: "Little uncle is not willing to beat me."

The second young master was startled, and shook his head with a smile: "Who taught you the wisecracks."

"Didn't you learn it from his dishonest little uncle?" Ah Cheng said sarcasticly at the side, the moon was bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the scent of osmanthus was faint, everything seemed peaceful and complete.

But after that, the second young master didn't even come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he didn't want to settle down as a married couple. Ji Zhai didn't say anything, but he knew that the second young master was still avoiding suspicion. If he didn't have any children, Brother-in-law will not be afraid.

Besides, he never paid much attention to such things as blood inheritance.These remarks are all speculated by others, and the second son has his own plans.

Another four years later, the news that Ji Tong's soul was scattered only reached the ears of the second young master after seven days. He was undoubtedly calm, and he arrived at Sucheng from the southern border overnight with his sword without sleep. The sky is full of sand, and the whole Ji Zhai is full of spring and white.

Ji Tong is the second son's last blood relative. From then on, he really has no worries about Shi Chuan. His sister gave him a dream, saying that her ending was to seek benevolence and win benevolence, and she died for her husband.

She also instructed that the Sovereign's temperament was irritable and violent, and Ji Liang's calmness and introversion just complemented him, and he could take her place.

People who sing opera will enter the opera, and the second son will also think about it when he has nothing to do. Elder sister Tuomeng, in addition to worrying about comforting herself, is there also a meaning to let him not fight?It doesn't make much sense to speculate when people die and the lights go out.

The head of the family talked with him all night, and Ji's family was panicked. After the funeral, the second young master did not leave for the first time, and lived in Shichuan for half a year.

For the past six months, he lived in seclusion, and only mingled with Ji Liang every day, almost to the point where he ate, lived, and practiced together. Only Ah Cheng knew the reason why he stayed was the deep and shallow ghost marks on Ji Liang's wrists and the scars on his back. Densely dotted ghost vine whip marks.

"Lianger, when did it start?"

Ji Liang pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Little uncle loves me?"

Knowing that he was sloppy, the second son sighed and chuckled: "I picked you up, and no one else loves you except me."

Ji Liang followed with a faint smile: "That's enough."

After a moment of silence, the Second Young Master finally spoke, still in a casual tone: "Liang'er, are you willing to follow me?"

These words were spoken very lightly, but to each other, they were a boulder that weighed heavily on their hearts. This choice made by the second son violated his sister's last wish, and also violated his mission and the existing "rules".

There was another long silence, and Ji Liang said firmly: "Okay...but..."

But now is not the time.

The second son is clear in his heart that his Liang'er wants to follow his adoptive mother's last wish and assist the suzerain.As if he had expected it, he sighed imperceptibly, but he was also relieved that fate had made a choice for each other.

"Then I'll take you around after you've dealt with these shitty things. Most of the lychees in Lingnan and the loquats in Jiangnan are something you haven't eaten before."

"Little uncle, in fact, you don't need to worry about me."

"Worried about you? I don't have such a leisurely mind."

"When will little uncle leave this time?"

"Why, do you think I'm annoying you by staying at home?"

"It's good to keep annoying."

The second young master laughed, suddenly thought of something, and asked with a smile: "Liang'er, have you seen Jue Lan Hua?"

The long and narrow eyes blinked, nodded and shook: "I've never seen a live one."

The smile on the second son's face deepened: "It's just right, when I rushed back a few days ago, I saw a place where the blue flowers were blooming just right."

The place he talked about was the Yueliang Valley where the bloody battle took place back then. Juelan Peanuts were unlucky, and they only took root and sprouted in the place soaked in resentment. The deeper the resentment, the more beautiful the flowers bloomed. After being purified, only the remnants of the dead remain, and the flowers that bloom are rich and coquettish.

After being in the Yueliang Valley again after many years, Ji Liang's face was calm and unwavering.

No one could guess what the Second Young Master was thinking. His only blood relative had left, but there was no deep sorrow on his face. He was still gentle and gentle, entertaining everything but not indulging in it, as if he was just an old lady. passerby.

He brought the sorrow of tomorrow from the southern border, sat cross-legged among the piles of blue flowers, opened the wine jar and started to drink in big gulps. Ji Liang who was at the side reached out to fetch the wine jar, but his little uncle slapped it away hand.

"You are still young, what kind of wine do you drink?"

"Little uncle, I am seventeen this year."

"Huh? Seriously?"

"...It's absolutely true."

"Then allow you to drink some, but don't get drunk, I won't be bothered to serve you then."

Ji Liang smiled easily, and agreed, "I know it."

So the uncle and nephew took a jar of wine, and you drank it one at a time. Ji Liang kept his promise, and after drinking half of the jar, his face still remained unchanged, while the second son's face, which was originally porcelain white, now has a thin layer of pink. , even the corners of the eyes were dyed with a touch of carmine, and the eyes of the sleeping phoenix were glistening, as if they would condense into mist and drip tears in the next moment.

"Liang'er, now I only have you and Ah Cheng," he said a little vaguely, looking at Ji Liang in a daze, with a desolate expression like crying and laughing: "Actually, I shouldn't be addicted... I'm not a story The people in..."

The long and narrow eyes looked back quietly, silently, and there was a ripple in the pitch black, a fleeting shadow of prey.

"Little uncle, why did you save me back then?"

"It's fine."

"What if I belong to the Yan family?"

"Aren't you?"

Ji Liang's lips trembled, and the knuckles holding the wine jar turned white.

"I'm joking, don't take it to your heart." The drunkard's words are true and false, who can tell: "Liang'er, I believe you."

"But you, don't trust me..."

After saying that, the second young master passed out completely drunk. Ji Liang quickly caught him, placed his head firmly on his lap, brushed his warm fingertips over the soft and greasy hair, and stroked the slightly hot hair. The delicate and profound facial features are carefully and carefully outlined on the cheeks.

"Uncle, I believe you."

The spring wind in the north is dry and wanton. It blows across the endless sea of ​​blue flowers in the Yueliang Valley. The fine petals are blown up by the wind, and the sky is full of blue. On the left side of the face, the reflection made that face more and more clear and dusty.

This scene was remembered by Ji Liang for several lifetimes.

After waking up, it was already noon the next day, the second son was lying on the couch in his own room, and when he got up to wash up, he realized that Liang'er had mischievously tapped a blue flower on his left cheek.

Lifelike, quiet and coquettish, with a cold light in the sunlight and dust.

There was an inexplicable colic in his heart, throbbing pain in his temples, dense cold sweat soaked on his forehead, something was about to come out, but he couldn't see it clearly...

At some point, a red rope was added around his neck, and an amber pendant was tied to the rope, glowing with a faint blue light.

The sky and the earth began to tremble violently, and Mengchuan's illusionary past was shattered.