Can the villain be coaxed today?

Farewell to Beilin, Shen Yan and Shi Bantang went down the mountain, Shi Wantang put his hands in his sleeves, and asked suddenly: "What you just said, is it true or not?"

"what?"

Shi Wantang kicked him unhappily, "Just what you said just now... defending the city, what happened to Beilin, is it real or not?"

Shen Yan felt that his tone was not right, so he glanced sideways and couldn't help laughing, "Why? Are you uncomfortable? Don't you dislike people from Kunlun Palace?"

Shi Wantang said "Hey" and turned his face away, "I don't like him very much now, okay? It's just that I used to always think that he was eccentric, and I thought it was natural, but I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect him to have such a past, right?" Shen Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, turned his head to look at the majestic dome and the winding stone steps behind him, and nodded slightly, "Actually, many people in Kunlun Palace, They all have their own stories, whether bitter or sad or heavy. Nearly half of the twelve immortals in Kunlun came later. They are helpless guests in the wind and snow. Settling down, has become a story of Kunlun since then... Don't you think the atmosphere of Kunlun is very special?"

Shi Wantang raised his eyebrows, expressing that he would like to hear more about it.

"The people in the door are silly and happy all day long. The students' daily fun is to grab food, grab the bathroom, and gossip about new gossip. If the door is not right, the door will be crooked. The head teacher likes to find other immortals to fish. , Taiyuan Peak has a natural hot spring pool. Every year when the season comes, the immortals will freeze the pool, sprinkle fish fry in it, and go fishing after the fish fry are almost grown. Such a silly thing, but every teacher As soon as he shouted, no matter if it was Shusheng Immortal, Dingye Immortal, or the bad-tempered Beilin Immortal, they would all be willing to accompany him. Disciples all know that the hot spring pool is open every year from January to June, and the rest of the year is half a year. It is for the idle moldy immortals to raise fish."

"There are too many bitter people in this world. The Kunlun Palace accepts monks from all over the world. They only screen their character, regardless of their cultivation. Therefore, there are especially many people who have suffered. They hide their bitterness in their hearts. After a long time, the bitterness becomes Sweet, no matter how hard life is, I know how to make myself happy. Shi Wantang, you might as well look at them again, you will find that many of them are very cute."

"..." After a long silence, Shi Wantang looked at him sideways, "I'm almost moved by what I said. If I didn't have a deep hatred with some people, I would put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha right now."

Shen Yan saw the needles and asked: "Who do you have a deep hatred with, Lingyou?"

Shi Wantang snorted vaguely as an admission, turned around and walked down the mountain.

"What about the others? Didn't you say that you didn't like Kunlun's disciples in the mysterious realm of Shenxu?"

"I don't like it, I don't like it, because I didn't have a good relationship with them in the past, and the deep hatred is not enough... Hey Shen Yan, are you trying to trick me? I told you, don't ask about this, it's better not to know, I can do it myself solve."

Shen Yan smiled and nodded, "Well, I believe you."

Small snow particles drifted in the wind, Shi Bantang looked up, "It's snowing again?"

"...Well, it's snow particles, put on your hat." Shen Yan took out the umbrella from the Qiankun bag and spread it on top of the two of them, "Let's go, we're going back."

"That ghost cultivator...what's his name, Nalan Shiming? He killed a whole city of people, so Beilin won't let him go, right?"

"Naturally, Master Beilin's method of dealing with ghost cultivators is unmatched by anyone in the world."

"Tch... But that guy is really disgusting, if I were Bei Lin, I would have to tear him into pieces..."

"He has something more disgusting, but it won't happen..."

"What did you say? It's divine."

"..."

The two gradually walked away, leaving their footsteps behind and the past behind. The road ahead was covered with heavy snow and had not yet been stained with other traces.

They still have hope.

Halfway up the stone steps back to Xuelin Peak, Gao Yunxiu's maid came in a hurry and said: "Young Master, Your Majesty wants to see you."

As soon as Shen Yan heard this, he knew that the meal that the teacher had been thinking about was not finished, he handed the umbrella to Shi Bantang, and whispered: "Go back first, I will have a few words with the respect."

Shi Bantang glanced behind him, curled his lips, "Keep the umbrella, Mr. Shen, don't freeze your precious jade body, I have a hat."

Without waiting for Shen Yan's answer, he pulled the brim of his hat, turned around and went up to the mountain gate.

Shen Yan went down the mountain with an umbrella and saw Zun waiting under the tree with many maids. He walked over and called, "Mother."

Zun glanced at him inexplicably, fell silent for a while, and did not refute his deceitful title.

When he approached, Zun Yaoyao looked at the continuous curve of the mountain, and said without emotion: "What you need me to do, I have done it, when will you fulfill what you promised me?"

"No hurry." Shen Yan was calm, neither humble nor overbearing, "I can't be sure where he is now, but he must be in a corner of this world, the person who sent me in has no authority to decide your life and death, Shen Yaozhou must Still alive, it will take some time to find him.

"

"how long?"

"I can't make promises."

Zun looked away and frowned slightly.

"I don't have that much patience, half a year at the latest, you have to hand someone over to me."

Shen Yan nodded: "I will try my best."

The conversation came to an end, Zun turned and left without saying a word, the maids followed up with umbrellas, the snow was spread all over the ground, there was a crackling sound when stepping on them, Shen Yan watched them go away, there was something in the lowered eyebrows. Indescribably deep.

He went up the mountain with an umbrella.

Pushing open the door of the wooden house, Shi Bantang had already cooked the earth dragon, and was sitting on the edge of the brazier to warm his hands. When the heat melted, he went to cover his icy cheeks, full of satisfaction, Shen Yan took off his outer shirt , smiled: "So happy?"

Shi Bantang roasted herself warmly, hugged him from behind, and rubbed his chin against the cool fabric of his clothes, "Huh...of course I am happy, I am proud today, although you have exaggerated some words, but you can You are the best person in the world by saying those old pedants, so what reward do you want? This seat will satisfy you today."

Shen Yan felt that he was cute when he smiled, cute when he shook his head, and cute when he was pretending to be arrogant. After being hugged for a moment, his heart melted into water. He rubbed his head on his shoulder with his backhand, and said softly: "You might as well tell me first, what do you have? Huh?"

Shi Bantang stood up straight, folded his arms and thought for a moment, "The most valuable person in the Ghost King Palace is me, do you want it?"

Shen Yan said: "Didn't you say before that the most valuable thing in the Ghost King Palace is the black gold throne? Your eldest son?"

"Hey, this seat can't appreciate in value?" Shi Wantang squinted at him, Shen Yan roasted his hands, and they couldn't stay cold, so he stuck them to his neck and rubbed them: "OK, OK, you are the most precious, Are you hungry, do you want to eat?"

Shi Wantang thought for a while, "I want to eat stewed sweet potatoes, the kind buried in stove ashes, it's delicious."

Shen Yan: "..."

"Can not be done?"

Shen Yan tried to persuade, "The ashes from the stove are very dirty, and it's unhygienic to eat. You have a bad stomach and you're prone to stomach trouble."

Shi Wantang looked at him suspiciously, "It was simmered with stove ashes, and you were not allowed to eat the stove ashes, why don't you just peel them off?"

Shen Yan: "Stove ash contains a lot of microorganisms. It is difficult to ensure that the inner flesh is not touched during the peeling process, and toxins may penetrate into the inside of the sweet potato during the simmering process..."

Shi Wantang: "I don't understand, you are afraid of getting dirty and cleaning it up."

Shen Yan: "This is not a question of whether to wash or not..."

"..."

"..."

The two faced each other, their eyes met, their faces were serious, Shi Bantang said: "I want to eat stewed sweet potatoes."

Shen Yan said: "No."

Shi Wantang turned around and walked out.

Shen Yan's eyelids twitched, and he put his arms around his waist, "Why are you going?"

Shi Wantang hung his body in the air, kicking his feet wildly, "I'll make it myself, I'm going to eat stewed sweet potatoes today, Shen Yan, let me go!"

Shen Yan hugged him tightly, "It's too unhygienic, can I change it to another one..."

Shi Wantang turned his head and glared angrily.

After staring at each other for a long time, Shen Yan was finally defeated, and said helplessly, "All right, eat, eat, you wait for me to do it, lest you blow up the kitchen."

Shi Wantang pouted in disdain.Shen Yan pushed open the door and was about to go out, when he suddenly remembered something, and pointed at him as he took off the pants that were on the low stool, "You have to wear long johns when you go out, you are not allowed to come out without long johns."

Shi Wantang rolled his eyes, and wanted to ignore it, but when he walked to the door, he hesitated again, turned his head angrily, and finally put on the long johns that "condensed Shen Yan's love" reluctantly, holding his hands He covered the door of the kitchen and crouched guard.

Shen Yan was putting out the fire and buried the sweet potatoes in the stove.

Seeing his worried face and furrowed brows, those who didn’t know thought that what was buried was not sweet potatoes but lumps of poop. Shi Bantang was so disgusted by his description that he stepped forward and kicked his heels, “Can you do it? No, I'll come."

Shen Yan raised his hand and pointed five fingers outwards to indicate that there was no problem, and told him to go back. He spared a little energy to look at his legs and neck, and relaxed after seeing his expression in long johns. The time for tea was over, and Shen Yan hadn't buried the sweet potatoes yet.

"If you don't bury the fire, it will be cold. You get up, and I'll let you try Lord Ghost King's skills today..." Before finishing speaking, Shen Yan touched the fire stick, "Stand there and don't move."

He seemed to have found the right place, threw the sweet potato in the middle of the thunder, scooped up the ashes and buried it. After doing all this, he let out a long sigh of relief, went out and washed his hands carefully in front of the bamboo tube of running water, wiped his hands, and wiped them. Purifying the water, he turned to his master and said: "Let's go, we need to wait for a while, and stay in the room first."

Shi Wantang finally remembered the nature of this obsessive-compulsive disorder, leaned on the porch pillar and said calmly, "No, why do you like to clean up so much, why did you go into the kitchen? The kitchen is full of oily fumes, don't you think it's dirty?"

Shen Yan twisted his gray sleeves, "There is no direct connection between the two. I don't like dust, but I like cooking, and it's not like I like cleanliness, I just like more hygienic food."

Shi Wantang nodded thoughtfully, "Then why do you like cooking?"

Shen Yan glanced at him, and said without thinking: "Because there are always some guys who torment themselves all day long, forcing me to cook and control myself."

Shi Wantang looked around and pointed to himself: "Me?"

"Who else could it be?"

He just stood up straight, leaned back on the pillar of the corridor, thought for a while, and for the first time felt that what Shen Yan said was quite right, "...well, I am not a good boy, so I will have to trouble you, old man, from now on."

Shen Yan looked up in surprise, and saw him leaning against the porch pillar, wearing a thick coat, with a snow-white fur collar around his neck, his lips slightly pursed, as if he was not convinced, but he had nothing to refute .A piece of Shen Yan's heart suddenly softened, and he walked forward, bowed his head and kissed his soft lips.

It's a little peeling, just moisten it.

He kissed deeply again, but Shi Bantang didn't react, and stared at him blankly, as if he was stupefied by the wind and snow outside the house, and after a while, he took the initiative to stick out the tip of his tongue, and squeezed it wet into the gap between his lips and teeth .

Mr. Ghost King is always naive and childish when it comes to such things, his body is as eager as his temperament, and he posted it without anyone's consent. Shen Yan was wrapped around his neck by him and had to lower his head forcefully. The palms were inserted into the coat, and he hugged his hot body underneath with all his strength, kissed, rubbed, and ate him into his belly.

Shi Wantang blinked, dizzy from the mist at the end of his eyes—suffering.

He was in this state every time after kissing, as if his spirit had flown away. I don't know if he didn't react or was thinking about something. Shen Yan licked the remaining silver thread on his lips, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, bad boy With willful power, how to coax you is my business."

Shi Wantang rolled his eyes and gave him a look, "Oh, Yan Lang, yes, I will."

Shen Yan: "..."

He naturally knew that Lord Ghost King was avenging the last time he thought his love talk was crooked. This guy has a big heart for other things, and he only holds grudges against him.

Shen Yan kissed him again, humming: "I was wrong."

Yan Lang's attitude of admitting his mistakes is as serious as when he dislikes others.

Shi Wantang sighed quietly, "What can I do, of course I forgive you."

Shen Yan happily bit his Adam's apple.

"Hiss—" Shi Wantang regained his energy in an instant, blocked his face, and reprimanded: "What are you doing? Don't you know that a man's Adam's apple can't be bitten casually?"

"Oh." Shen Yan didn't take it seriously, and took advantage of the opportunity to push his collar away, and took a bite towards his neck, "What will happen if I bite? Hmm?"

I don't know where Shen Yan bit him, Shi Bantang let out a muffled snort, his legs went limp, and hung on his body, and the two dawdled for a while, Shi Bantang suddenly glanced down, raised his eyebrows in surprise, dumbfounded. Said: "Do you really have a reaction?"

Shen Yan: "..."

The inconvenience of the long johns was manifested again at this time, the feeling was separated by a thick layer of fabric, vague and unreal, Shi Bantang hesitated, probably because of Shen Yan's innocence these days Feeling his great sense of security, he went forward boldly. Two hot bodies rubbed against each other in the ice and snow, and it was hard to tell whether it was cold or hot.Shi Wantang felt it carefully, his eyebrows drooped little by little, and finally he buried his head in Shen Yan's arms unhappily, and whispered: "Why is it so big..."

Shen Yan: "..."

Yes.He thought indifferently, bad boys really need some beatings from society, otherwise it is easy to lose awe of some things.

作者有话要说：是了，我又开车了，最近不知为何，老想搞些少儿不宜的东西，但开车的技术有有限，只能往幼儿园走（面壁挠墙.jpg）感谢在2020-10-1416:50:36~2020-10-1616:49:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Jiujiu and Langhua;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: the stars tell you not to cry, 10 bottles in the name of the orphan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!