NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Because Yan Liang's own soul is incomplete, and he takes the decoction that wipes out the soul every day, he only wakes up for less than two or three hours a day. Even if he wakes up, he sits silently.

But even if he just sits quietly like this, he still has a unique kind of light and gentle beauty. Sitting next to him can make people unconsciously relax and become stable and peaceful.

Fu Xuanliang enjoyed this feeling inexplicably, and ordered Jiang Mo to serve it with Xueshao soup every day, and he fed Yan Liang to drink it spoonful by spoonful.

Yan Liang, who had no memory, was very obedient. When the soup came to his lips, he drank it obediently, politely and respectfully. After drinking a bowl of soup, Fu Xuanliang wiped the corners of his lips for him, feeling a rare softness in his heart.

"What's wrong with it?"

Yan Liang shook his head lightly, and smiled: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Fu Xuanliang met those clear and dust-free eyes, and smiled: "That's good, after a while, I will make up your soul for you."

Yan Liang blinked: "Thank you."

"Is there anything you like to eat?"

This question seemed to stop Yan Liang from asking, he was stunned and did not make any response.

Fu Xuanliang put down the bowl, held his hand, and gently stroked the cold skin with his fingertips: "It's okay, when the time comes, try the same thing, and you will always know what you like to eat."

He said this to Yan Liang, but also to himself.

Yan Liang nodded, fell silent for a moment, and asked, "Do I have a name?"

Fu Xuanliang's face suddenly turned cold, and then he returned to his original state in an instant: "Shall I call you Second Young Master for a while?"

"..."

"We don't want the previous name."

"Yeah." Yan Liang nodded obediently

"You can tell me what you want, and I will give you what I can."

"it is good."

"It's definitely not worse than what other people can give." When Fu Xuanliang said this, his eyes flickered, and a stern look flashed across him. The so-called other people he meant meant something.

Yan Liang pondered for a moment, then smiled: "Thank you."

Fu Xuanliang looked at him deeply, saw his own face from the slightly curved eyes of the other party, and was stunned, losing all expression for a moment.

He bent down and put his lips on Yan Liang's forehead. He kept this action for a long time, until his body gradually trembled. The more pitiful and cute he felt the person in front of him, the more his hatred for Ji Ke could not be eliminated.

"Second Young Master, wait for me to complete the soul for you, can you kill someone for me?"

The person in his arms trembled and did not answer. When Fu Xuanliang looked again, Yan Liang fell into a long sleep for another day.

He sighed slightly, and raised the corners of his lips again: "If you have always been obedient, I will make up for your soul."

Fu Xuanliang stood guard by the couch for a while, staring at the bite marks on the other's neck, remembering the taste of Yan Liangxue before, his throat moved unconsciously, bent down mysteriously, his lips touched the other's shoulder, and his heart beat The more urgent, the memory of taste excited him.

His nails almost dug into the flesh, he endured again and again until cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and finally suppressed the instinctive impulse, and only stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick the other party's neck.

Now this person belongs to him, since it is his own, naturally he is not willing to destroy it at will.

Fu Xuanliang sighed heavily, got up and left.

After a long time, Yan Liang, who had fallen asleep on the couch, trembled his eyelashes.

……

There is a palm-sized skylight in the stone room. Every midnight, when the moon is in the sky, the pure moonlight falls on the couch.

It happened to be the fifteenth day of the night, the moonlight was clear and the ground was frosty.

Fu Xuanliang didn't dare to come at night, he was worried that he would lose control and taste the other party's blood again, so only Yan Liang and the half-finished shell in the ice coffin were left in the stone room. It was so quiet that he could even hear clearly. his breath.

The moonlight just fell on Yan Liang's face, his eyes that were originally closed suddenly opened, there was no confusion and ignorance in his eyes, he lay barefoot on the bed, the stone room was covered with ghost peony vines, and dense thorns grew on the green and purple vines. , and also opened a few lavender ghost peony flowers, all of which are slightly poisonous.

Yan Liang carefully took off a few ghost peony flowers, placed them on the inkstone, pulled out a slender ghost thorn, and pricked his finger without hesitation, bright red blood gushed out and dripped on the inkstone. on the petals.

The ghost peony flower and blood grinding are the best dyes, but they are slightly poisonous. Yan Liang used ghost thorns to get the dye, and under the bright moonlight, he stabbed a bird of faith on his arm.

After finishing the painting, he waved his hand, and the ink marks on his arm disappeared. In a moment, a bird of faith with the size of a thumb flew in through the skylight and landed on the table.

Yan Liang tore a page of the book casually, dotted the unused flower juice on the paper, rolled it up with hair and tied it to Xinling bird's leg, his lips moved slightly, and he raised his hand again, Xinling The bird flapped its wings and flew through the skylight.

The paper of Wuyan Mountain is unique, and Ji Ke who grew up here can naturally recognize it.

Putting everything back in its original place, the ghost thorns were rolled up and melted away by the ghost peony leaves, Yan Liang lay back on the couch and breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after, he fell asleep without moving. This time he didn't pretend to be asleep, but the poison of the ghost peony vine gradually diffused, paralyzing his mind.

When he woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day, Yan Liang didn't open his eyes, and the sharp sound of porcelain shattering reached his ears.

"What happened to him?!" Fu Xuanliang lowered his voice and asked.

Jiang Mo frowned, and his voice was emotionless: "Perhaps he has been poisoned by ghost peony."

"Why did you keep such an ominous thing in your stone room?" Fu Xuanliang's voice trembled with anger.

"This thing is to prevent the people imprisoned here from escaping..."

Before Fu Xuanliang waited for him to finish speaking, he waved his sleeves impatiently: "All of them have been pulled out."

Jiang Mo responded without further words. Fu Xuanliang was anxious, picked up another porcelain cup and threw it on the ground again, Jiang Mo frowned slightly, and said worriedly: "Although this is the forbidden area of ​​Wuyan Mountain, the movement is too quiet. Big is not good after all.”

Fu Xuanliang knew that he was right, so he didn't reply and took a deep breath to try to calm down.

"Be safe and don't be impatient, look, Mr. Yan is awake."

Hearing this, Fu Xuanliang turned his head abruptly, and the anger on his face instantly turned to worry, while Yan Liang half propped himself up, and smiled gently at him: "I overslept."

Jiang Mo went out knowing the current affairs. Fu Xuanliang made tea with the only cup that he didn't break. Yan Liang drank half of the tea with his hand without hesitation.

After a while, Fu Xuanliang asked softly, "Are you going to touch that poisonous flower?"

Yan Liang was stunned, the doubt in his eyes disappeared in a flash, he pretended to be so serious and said: "Yes, I saw it blooming, so I wanted to take a closer look."

"That ghost peony vine is poisonous, don't touch it in the future."

"it is good."

Fu Xuanliang rubbed his head distressedly: "I will let you out when the soul is fully recovered."

Yan Liang also quietly let him move, and said calmly: "What about you?"

On the other hand, Fu Xuanliang hesitated for a moment, then smiled: "Of course I will follow you."

After a pause, he continued, "However, I may not be able to talk to you again."

"Why?"

"To complete the soul for you, I will naturally cease to exist."

"What?" This time, even Yan Liang couldn't calm down, and he couldn't understand the meaning of these words for a while.

"I was originally a ray of resentment floating on the path of reincarnation. I couldn't be reborn, no one could save me, and I couldn't transform into a magic form. I just drifted in this world until one day, I met your remnant soul..."

"It's different from all the fragments of the remnant soul I've seen before, and it's very pretty," Fu Xuanliang said while playing with Yan Liang's hair with his fingers, curling it up and then letting it go: "Later I attached to your remnant soul , day and night, after several years of ups and downs on the path of reincarnation, consciousness gradually developed, although there is no physical body, it is not much different from a normal soul."

"Later, I was sealed in the sea of ​​lifeless, and by chance, you also transmigrated into your own book. That day Du Yu wiped your neck, and your blood fell in the sea of ​​lifeless, and the seal on me was lifted... I I know you don’t understand these things, but you remember, all of this is your chance.”

Yan Liang put on an ignorant look on his face, but his mind was spinning fast. Resentment can't be transformed into form, let alone conscious thought, but if he uses the remnant soul as a guide to cling to each other and practice, it is possible to give birth to a new soul.

It is different from Fusangshen, but it is more difficult to deal with than Fusangshen. After all, it does not just rely on instinct to act, but a soul that can really think.

"I can see all your memories from the past."

Yan Liang blinked cooperatively: "Can't you tell me about the past?"

Fu Xuanliang smiled, rubbed Yan Liang's icy earlobe, and said, "It's not a pleasant memory, you better not know about it."

Yan Liang nodded calmly on his face, but he thought about it in his heart. This guy's temperament is uncertain. He forced him to remember the past before, but now he keeps telling him to forget, and then he will remember the last time he was in the ghost kiln. Connected with experience, this monster retains its bloodthirsty and fickle nature as resentment, and it must not be taken lightly.

"I tell you this because I want you to understand that no one knows you better than me."

"..."

"No one will be like me, always stand by your side, and everything I do is for you."

"..."

"We're one, after all."

Looking at each other, Yan Liang hid his emotions very deeply, and said lightly: "Complete my soul, then you..."

Fu Xuanliang smiled: "Of course I can no longer take shape."

"..."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm back to my original state of resentful spirit, but I will always be by your side, helping you kill those who hurt you with my own hands."

"... Who is the person I want to kill?"

Fu Xuanliang's eyes darkened, but the corners of his lips slightly raised: "In this life, his name is Ji Ke."

Yan Liang was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Afterwards, Fu Xuanliang talked to him one after another, and seemed to be in a good mood, the previous violence dissipated without a trace, and what he said was nothing but what he saw and heard when he was resentful.

Yan Liangan listened quietly, and gave some appropriate responses, thinking about his chances of winning in his heart.

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, when night falls, the moon shines like a wash.

After last night's toss, Fu Xuanliang didn't want to take half a step away from Yan Liang. He followed Ji Ke's example and moved a bed to sleep on the side of the bed.

Yan Liang closed his eyes and breathed evenly, pretending to be asleep, but his thoughts were extremely active. According to Ji Ke's temperament, it was time to come.

The bright moon moved to the mid-heaven, and the surrounding was so quiet that the sound of the moonlight falling to the ground could be heard. In the silence, Fu Xuanliang suddenly opened his eyes.

His sword was on the side of the couch, and he was about to get up to get it, when the tip of the Shenshui sword was pointed at his throat.

Unwilling to reconcile, Fu Xuanliang moved his fingers hidden in his sleeves, and was caught off guard by Yan Liang who was lying on the couch, unable to move.

Looking at each other, Yan Liang smiled slightly at Ji Ke: "Young Master Ji, you're here."