The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Compared with the last time we met, Xie Changliu was much easier to get along with this time, and he didn't have the chilling feeling of the last time.

It's just... for his concealment, Shen Zhihan only felt very headache.

The most basic boundary between immortals and demons is the difference in energy in the body.If Xie Changliu has such a pure aura in his body, is he a fairy or a demon?

Before this question was answered, Xie Changliu suddenly leaned over and kissed his lips that had been kissed too rosy just now.

Shen Zhihan immediately tilted his head back, but bumped into the sandalwood bedpost, causing a sudden pain in the back of his head.

Xie Changliu finally couldn't help but burst into a "puchi" laugh: "Why are you still so stupid."

Shen Zhihan's pretty eyebrows frowned, and before he could speak, the other party got up and straightened his clothes: "Forget it, my heart and soul are resting, and I will come to see you someday."

Before he finished speaking, he hooked Shen Zhihan's chin again, and then disappeared into the air again with a low smile.

Shen Zhihan waited guardedly for a long while, and seeing that the other party really did not show up again, he leaned against the bedpost for a while to calm down his chaotic breath, and then he began to be dazed.

He was a little confused by Xie Changliu's torment.

When he first mentioned his going to Demon Realm and Honglian Yehuo, Shen Zhihan thought that he had come here specially to settle accounts with him, but what he did afterwards was clearly to heal himself.

Including the cup of tea he handed over, when he drank it for the first time, he didn't notice anything unusual, but at this moment when he was stimulated by the aura left by Xie Changliu, Shen Zhihan realized that the tea had also added an elixir to help people recover from internal injuries.

The more he thought about it, the more he didn't understand, even the trace of drowsiness when he first woke up disappeared, Shen Zhihan simply pulled the coat on the shelf beside him and put it on, opened the door and went out.

It was already dusk when he woke up, but now that he was out of the room, it was the full moon rising and the night falling.

The white plum blossoms on Zuowang Peak are in full bloom all year round. At this moment, covered by the night, it is covered with a layer of darkness, which is actually three points brighter than ice and snow.

He walked down the jade steps slowly, stepped through the slanting shadows, and walked straight to the old plum tree with the faint fragrance floating with his steps.

The plum tree has a soul, and he just stepped into the shade of the tree, the flower branches trembled slightly, and sprinkled a rain of flowers with a cold fragrance.

Shen Zhihan smiled knowingly, but his bright eyes passed through the flying petals and landed on a straight figure.

It's also cold, Lu Zhilan's coldness is different from Jun Wuxin's.

Although Shizun looks as gentle as the moon, no matter how gentle the moonlight is, it is still cold after all. It pours soft brilliance on everything, but it can only make all living beings look at it from a distance, and no one can touch a piece of his clothes. horn.

But Lu Zhilan is always like a lone cedar, his body always seems to be shrouded in a cold mist that cannot be removed, making people afraid to approach.

Half of the slightly curly black hair was erected high by the black jade hair crown, and the rest was gently scattered like seaweed on the bamboo-like back.As soon as the plum tree moved, he noticed it and turned his head immediately.

The moment he saw Shen Zhihan, his aura suddenly changed.

The tall, straight and deep silhouette is softened by the shadows of intertwined flowers and branches. Even the perennially cold eyes seem to have been kissed by the spring breeze.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Shen Zhihan had a soft smile on his face, and his steps became more gentle, "Aren't you tired after staying here for so long?"

Lu Zhilan looked at him intently, shook his head: "Not tired."

Shen Zhihan couldn't help laughing, he waved his sleeves lightly, and a candle appeared out of thin air on the stone table.A corner of soft light was projected on the faces of the two, and the atmosphere was harmonious and soft.

"You," he walked up to Lu Zhilan, stretched out his hand to pick off the snow-white petals that fell on his black hair, then changed his pace and sat opposite him, "Since I'm awake, what else can I do? Why bother?" Stay outside all the time?"

Lu Zhilan lowered his eyes: "Just in case."

Shen Zhihan let out a long voice, "Well", but tapped the light wooden tea tray on the white jade table with his fingers, and said with a joke: "I thought Alan was thirsty, and he was just waiting here to discuss tea with me, senior brother. "

When Lu Zhilan heard the words, his expression softened a little, and he even twitched the corners of his lips: "Then ask senior brother to give you some tea."

The moment his words fell, a sapphire tea set appeared out of thin air on the tea tray.Shen Zhihan raised his hand to fill it up for the two of them, and the warm light of the candle was blurred by the aroma of tea and the dense heat.

Lu Zhilan finally moved away from the eyes that were staring at the other party, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Shen Zhihan looked at his deep eyebrows and eyes with his chin, and asked softly, "How long have I been asleep?"

Lu Zhilan was silent, and answered honestly, "Five days and four nights."

Shen Zhihan raised his eyebrows: "...you guarded me for five days and four nights?"

Lu Zhilan nodded honestly.

The former finally sighed: "Speaking of it, it seems that it has been a long time since I chatted with Alan over tea."

If counting from the last time this junior was attacked by the demon of the void when he went down the mountain, and Shen Zhihan spent more than half a month in Wanhe Volcano in search of Honglian Yehuo, let alone a month and a half.

For a cultivator, a month or two is nothing compared to decades or hundreds of years.But Shen Zhihan came from another world after all, to him, every minute, every moment, is actually very important.

Lu Zhilan pondered for a while when he heard the words, and his eyes also overflowed with some trance: "...It's been a month or so."

Shen Zhihan spread his hands and said helplessly, "Where is Aning? Why didn't you come back after running out to look for you?"

Lu Zhilan frowned slightly, but said honestly, "Teach Han Yi."

Thinking of the appearance of the little apprentice running away like a rabbit, Shen Zhihan rubbed the space between his brows again.

Maybe he felt that he had lost his composure and was embarrassed to come back to see him?

"By the way," he tapped his fingertips on the table, "a few days ago I received a letter from Chief Fang Shan inviting me to the Zhegui Conference, and I was thinking of telling Anian to bring Xiaoyi with me. If you have time, let her know for me."

Lu Zhilan nodded, and Shen Zhihan said again: "Master went out to check because of the abnormality of the Fallen God Tianyuan. In the past few days, we should strengthen the formation first to prevent anyone from sneaking in..."

"Who?" Lu Zhilan frowned, "Senior Brother, did you find out?"

Shen Zhihan choked: "No, no..."

He coughed, and forcibly changed the subject: "The last time Anian and I were attacked, among those monsters, there were strange monsters whose strength was comparable to that of a monk in the fusion stage, and they were quite intelligent. I was afraid that these monsters would mutate and would take advantage of Master It’s no longer a forced intrusion, so it’s better to close the barrier for the time being.”

He finished speaking in one breath, and carefully observed the latter's reaction. Seeing that his brows finally relaxed, he agreed, and he was relieved.

In the afternoon when we were in the same room together, Lu Zhilan didn't even feel Xie Changliu's aura, and later guarding in the plum garden must have been unaware of his existence, so Shen Zhihan was not worried that he would find out that Xie Changliu had quietly Appeared silently on Zuowang Peak.

But what he was worried about was that the moody red-clothed Demon Lord would go and come back again.

Two meetings, two attitudes.

If Xie Changliu acted like a monster playing with people in his hands the first time, but the second time he acted like a long-lost lover.

Shen Zhihan didn't dare to imagine what it would be like to meet him for the third time, and what kind of Shen Xin Mozun he would be facing.

Therefore, we can only minimize the chance of meeting him first.

"Then it's fine," Shen Zhihan smiled, "Let Aning come back tomorrow, no matter what, the alchemy should be formed almost before the Guigui Conference."