I wanted to raise a dog, but how could I raise a dog?

When Lin Yuan heard the words, he suddenly retorted subconsciously: "Xiefeng is not a substitute."

"Why not?" Zhang Shengjun's eyes behind Lin Yu'an were gentle and fierce, "He looks like me, his personality is like me, even his name is like me, why isn't he a substitute for me?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lin Yuan's reply, he continued: "But this also shows that my brother loves me from the beginning to the end. So I don't blame my brother, I can only blame that thing for not being like me."

The faint fragrance lingers on the tip of his nose, like the neurotoxin that bewitches the prey, making Lin Yuan's thoughts twisted together like a mess, and he can't pick out any threads that can be combed, but he still refute the other party's words: "No, Xiefeng is not A substitute for anyone..."

"What does that brother mean, you don't love me anymore?"

While speaking, Lin Yuan's soft hair turned into dust between her fingers.

Zhang Shengjun raised his head and stared at Lin Yu'an coldly, his eyes were extremely dark, and a biting chill gushed out from his body and poured into Lin Yu'an's body.He squeezed Lin Yu'an's chin, and said in a cold voice, "Brother, do you know what you're talking about?"

Facing the threat, Lin Yu'an gritted his teeth and refused to say a word even though he was shivering from the cold.There is a battle between heaven and man in his mind, and he cannot accept that he regards Xiefeng as a substitute.

Obviously, after that incident, I blocked the memory of Xie Yufeng, and when I met Xiefeng for the first time, I didn't think of Xie Yufeng...

Thinking of the first encounter in the Devil's Cave and the ghost market in prison, Lin Yu'an's eyes gradually dimmed, and he began to feel a little guilty.

Memory can be blocked, but the subconscious mind cannot.Even if a person loses all memory and even forgets to speak and write, he will never forget to breathe, because this is the instinct engraved deep in his soul.

And love is also an instinct.

He can block the scene of his parents' tragic death, but he can't forget his love for them; he can forget the traces of Xie Yufeng's existence, but his love is unforgettable.

Recalling all kinds of things, Lin Yu'an had to admit that he was able to tolerate Xie Feng by his side at the beginning, except that the other party had his own soul fragments on him, and he subconsciously loved Xie Yufeng.

Do I really regard Xiefeng as a substitute for Xiaofeng...

Lin Yu'an didn't dare to admit it, nor did she dare to imagine that she actually regarded a person who loved her deeply as a substitute for another person.

What would happen if Xiefeng knew?Do I love him or Xiaofeng?

Lin Yu'an didn't need to think about it, Mr. Zhang Sheng seemed to see through his heart, and smiled brightly, his eyes curved into beautiful arcs: "Brother, you have always loved me, don't deceive yourself. Your outside, your inside, all belong to me."

He lightly tapped Lin Yu'an's chest with his fingers, and then stretched out his five fingers, slipped through the layers of the skirt, and touched the long-lost warm skin.

The combination of congenital regret and acquired stimulation leads to emotion, which is the weakest point of Lin Yu'an.If his brain is likened to a three-story mansion, and reason and logic occupy two floors, then emotion can only be a floor tile in a small attic.No matter on the earth or in construction, his small floor tiles can only hold a few people.

No matter how calm and decisive he is usually, as long as it involves people standing on the floor tiles, he will fall into anxiety and confusion, and there must be someone to point him in the direction.

However, Zhang Shengjun is not a guide.

Under his intentional guidance and offensive, Lin Yuan's brain could no longer respond. The memories about Xiefeng and Xie Yufeng overlapped and intertwined, like color photos flying all over the sky. He could only watch the pictures flash by while standing still. But couldn't catch one.

Just when Lin Yuan fell into a puppet-like stupor, Zhang Shengjun quietly let go of the restraints, and the obsession that got what he wanted was on the face that was pressed against Lin Yuan's neck.

Finally, I was able to touch him with my own hands... I have waited too long for this day, and I don't want to bear the pain of scratching my boots anymore...

Zhang Shengjun's originally light and shallow breathing gradually became heavy, and red gradually appeared in his pitch-black pupils.He is no longer satisfied with the status quo, and wants to have a deeper relationship with Lin Yu'an.

The Bana flower changed under her body, from a one-person seat to a large bed, and Lin Yu'an also followed Zhang Shengjun's gentle push, and fell into a piece of bright red petals.

There was a rustling sound, and Lin Yuan's upper body was soon exposed in the air.The soft arc of the silk like a waterfall following the muscle movement is like a hook in shallow water, catching fish out of the water and making them unable to breathe.

Zhang Shengjun's eyes were obsessed, tracing Lin Yuan's body inch by inch.

However, just when he was about to make a move, Lin Yuan said quietly: "You are not Xiaofeng."

His body froze slightly, Zhang Shengjun pretended to be puzzled and said: "What are you talking about brother, I am Xiaofeng."

Lin Yu'an turned her head and looked at Bi'anhua's wall with empty eyes: "Xiaofeng won't do this."

Master Zhang Sheng raised his body, the flames in his eyes were extinguished, leaving only the complete coldness: "Then what should Xie Yufeng say?"

Lin Yuan pursed her lips, pondered for a long time before opening her mouth: "I don't know."

"There is no evidence, why do you say that I am not Xiaofeng, brother?"

Master of the Underworld pinched Lin Yu'an's chin and forced him to face himself: "Look into my eyes, brother. I have all the memories of Xie Yufeng, and I remember every little thing we got along with. You have to admit that I am Xie Yufeng. And That imposter has no memory, he's just an empty shell that looks like me!"

Lin Yuan shook her head vigorously, breaking free from the opponent's shackles, her eyes were full of determination: "No, he is my salvation in this world."

"Oh, redemption?" Lord Zhang Sheng sneered, straightened his upper body and looked down at him: "What about Xie Yufeng? It's just your redemption on earth? Brother, you are so sentimental. If you change a place, you can change your redemption. If I didn't You pull into this world, do you cry to another person after a few years and say 'you are my salvation'?"

"To shut up!"

As soon as Zhang Shengjun's words fell, Lin Yu'an slammed his fist on his handsome face, forcibly turning his head away.

Lin Yuan sat up, her face was full of anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "You are not Xiaofeng at all! He will never be so mean!"

"Hehehe..." Master Zhang Sheng touched his slightly red and swollen mouth, with a gloomy smile: "Mean? If you hadn't forgotten me in just a few years, I would have become like this? Lin'an, have you really loved me?" me?"

"Do people like you really have feelings?"

Lin Yu'an clenched her fists, but couldn't say a word, sitting on the petal bed trembling slightly.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Shengjun has lost interest.He closed Lin Yuan's clothes again, and said quietly: "Since he is your salvation now, let me see how deep the bond between you is."

Lin Yuan didn't understand what he meant, but saw the other party's index finger lightly tapped her eyebrows, pulled out a slender red silk thread, and said with distant eyes: "If you don't have any memory about each other, will you still love each other?"

Something in his mind was being pulled away, Lin Yuan was powerless to resist, and watched the red thread leave him and enter the sleeve of Zhang Shengjun.

With cold palms covering her eyes, Lin Yuan fell into a deep sleep under the influence of an inexplicable force, and the last sound she heard was a faint sigh.

Mr. Zhang Sheng stared deeply at the sleepy young man in his arms, the loss in his eyes could no longer be concealed.He stretched out his fingers to trace the almost perfect outline, staying on the red mole at the corner of his mouth for a long time.

Knowing that no one could hear him, he opened his mouth softly, as if he was talking to himself: "Is it really not possible... Even if his memory is deprived and his personality is reversed, will you still fall in love with him? Obviously , I fell in love with you first, it was I who drove him to approach you..."

The transparent liquid fell on the clothes, quickly soaked into the fabric and disappeared, leaving only a faint stain.

After a while, Master Zhangsheng brought the mist to his face again, picked up Lin Yu'an and walked out of the petal-built hut, walking step by step on the road of fire to the reincarnation pool in the distance.

He can't wait to extend this moment infinitely, to eternity.

But no matter how slow he walked, he still reached the reincarnation pool after an hour.

Looking at the sleeping face of the man in his arms, Mr. Zhang Sheng murmured: "One last time, I'll bet one last time... Please Lin'an, please, don't fall in love with him, okay..."

He unconsciously tightened the hand holding Lin Yu'an's shoulder, and then he realized that he was too strong to release it. He buried his head in the other's neck and took a deep breath of cold incense, then gently raised his hands and sent Lin Yu'an into the In the reincarnation pool.

Until the last corner of his clothes disappeared from his arms, Lord Zhang Sheng did not move to leave.He stood still, watching the ripples on the surface of the reincarnation pool gradually calm down.After a long time, he made a self-deprecating sound: "What am I deceiving myself..."

After all, the breeze whipped up countless petals, and the black-robed figure disappeared, leaving only thousands of dead souls dragging the Samsara Pool and spinning in place in the endless darkness.

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Although Qingluan Kingdom bears Qingluan's name, except for the royal family, no one has any relationship with Qingluan.Even the royal family, whose close relatives have been married for many years, can barely preserve the weak blood of Qingluan and absorb a little spiritual energy.

However, in the Thousand Continent of All Spirits, the status of Qingluan Kingdom has far surpassed other countries that don't even know about spiritual energy.

Recently, there have been many good news in the middle school. First, the queen celebrated the birthday of the princess, then the twelve princes enticed Qi into their bodies and hoped to cultivate immortals, and then the immortal from Zhongqianzhou actually went down to earth to teach the prince himself.

This is a once-in-a-millennium event!

With a big wave of his hand, the Lord Qingluan made an order to build a large-scale construction project on Qingluan Mountain behind the palace, and to build another Linjiang Immortal Palace to enshrine the immortals, and let his only son with spiritual roots follow the immortals to practice on the mountain.

The grey-haired layman Mu'an looked at the chubby meat dumpling kneeling at his feet, sighed while resting his forehead, and kicked lightly: "Wake up, don't sleep."

Routuanzi took advantage of the trend and rolled around on the ground, then slowly got up and squinted his eyes and said: "Ah, where did the old man come from! How dare you kick me!"

"You will no longer be the prince of the mortal world if you enter my sect, and..." Mu An layman wiped his face with his right hand, "Who said I am an old man?"

I saw that the old Taoist priest who had been depressed turned into a beautiful young man in an instant, with a pair of deep and bright black eyes, more beautiful than any jewel in the palace.

Little Routuan stared blankly, his big eyes flickering and full of shock.

The author has something to say: Miao: Well, let me be more tactful (surrender)