The devil has too many vests

The night is dark and the moon is in the sky.

Above the wilderness, the aftermath of a terrible war plowed the surrounding ground into a patch of potholes, and the sky was covered with dense and numerous cracks.

The unwilling screams of the Holy Master Xuantian Peak before his death seemed to be still echoing in the sky and the earth, and the broken fragments of different space swept out like infinite wind blades, staining the whole body of the man in white who was flying towards Yanwei Tower with blood red.

The mysterious master plan of mending the sky radiated brilliance, devouring all the violent energy around it, and the pervasive golden light rippled through layers of space, devouring several figures.

But after a few breaths, the ripples appeared again.

Yan Weilou stepped over the ripples of golden light and reappeared in this familiar time and space.

He put away the general outline of Bu Tian Jue, looked up, and saw the man in white who was flying towards him, and the blood splattered on the other party's body.

Yan Weilou didn't even think about it, and pulled him into his arms, taking into account the injury, the strength was very light.

"Ayan..." The person in his arms sighed, as if he couldn't feel any pain, but wrapped his arms tightly around him.It was so hard that he almost squeezed the whole person into his arms, as if he would disappear in the next moment.

"……You're back."

Perhaps for Yan Weilou, he only parted from Su Xinghan one moment, and reunited the next moment.

But Su Xinghan knew that was not the case.

When the familiar space ripples appeared, seeing Yan Weilou swallowed by the space ripples, it seemed as if the scene from 800 years ago had reappeared, and the momentary fear and suffocation tightly clenched his heart, almost making him forget to breathe.

He almost thought he was going to lose this man again.

It wasn't until Yan Weilou reappeared that Su Xinghan's brain finally started to work again, and he immediately figured out the cause and effect of this.

"Have you been to 800 years ago?" But he still didn't want to let go, just buried his head in the young man's arms, and said softly, "...Have you seen me?"

"That's right." Yan Weilou hugged him tightly with his backhand, and looked down at the person in his arms, "...I saw you."

He laughed lowly.

"Back then, Mingguang was dumb and stupid, so cute and stupid."

With that low laugh, Yan Weilou's chest also shook.Su Xinghan's face was pressed against his heart.

Hearing Yan Weilou's undisguised laughter, and his words that he didn't know whether it was praise or derogation, Su Xinghan opened his eyes wide at a loss, not knowing whether he was more angry or ashamed.

Yan Weilou stared down at him.

Seeing the seductive blush on his pale porcelain skin, the tips of his ears are red; seeing his long eyelashes fluttering, even his eyes are full of embarrassment and anger; He opened his mouth, but could not utter a single word after hesitating for a long time; and his arms that were obviously angry, but were still tightly wrapped around his waist...

... Really nice.

An inexplicable surge of emotions flooded Yan Weilou's heart, it seemed to come suddenly, and it seemed to have been silently brewing for a long time, and it finally broke out at this moment.

His heart softened to an unbelievable instant.

It's just that, compared with the gentle and soft emotions in the past, it seems to be mixed with some kind of extremely blazing, ready to move, and blazing flames.

Yan Weilou's eyes lingered down the soft lips, and the beautifully shaped collarbone was covered by white clothes.The palm that he had been resting comfortably on Su Xinghan's back tightened little by little, and stuck to his small waist.

Tsk, I really want to...

Unprecedented emotions were burning in his heart, Yan Weilou did not restrain himself, and suddenly lowered his head to Su Xinghan's ear, and the hot breath he exhaled sprayed on his face.

Yan Weilou said something in a low voice.

An extremely vulgar and obscene sentence that he never thought would come out of his own mouth.

Su Xinghan had just faded his blushing face when suddenly there was a "boom" and he burned completely.

He glanced at Yan Weilou and nodded slightly.

"……OK."

Hearing the indiscernible voice of the person in his arms, Yan Weilou's breathing became slightly short of breath, like pouring a spoonful of oil on top of the flame.

His chest heaved violently, and all kinds of indescribable images in his mind surged almost uncontrollably.

But the moment his fingers touched the opponent's collar, seeing the blood red spots on the white clothes, he finally forcibly calmed down.

He suddenly changed his posture, picked him up, and fled towards a forest in the distance.

When I raised my hand to take a picture, the strong wind blew through the entire forest, blowing down countless leaves, densely overlapping in mid-air, forming a soft green blanket, and falling lightly to the ground.

Yan Weilou put people on it.

"Don't move, let me see your wounds."

Raising his hand to hold down the restless Su Xinghan, Yan Weilou ripped open his lapel, and at the same time poured out a bunch of bottles and jars from the Qiankun Ring. Rare treasure.

Now they all fell to the ground.

Soft green leaves spread on the ground, Su Xinghan's cloud-like black hair spread out in all directions, a few strands of hair crossed his collarbone, the pitch-black hair contrasted with the white to almost transparent skin, there was a strange beauty.

His face was pale, like a face carved from ice and snow, his pupils were clear, and his complexion was picturesque, like a statue of a god living in a temple, with a kind of divinity that is hard to describe in the world.

At first glance, it almost makes people think that they saw the hidden immortal in the storybook.

However, at this time, the exiled immortal was pushed to the ground, his clothes were half-faded, revealing his delicate porcelain-like skin, and the dense wounds that were still bleeding. on it...

Su Xinghan raised his head slightly, his lips parted slightly, and his eyes looked innocently and helplessly at Yan Weilou.

The quiet moonlight fell down, and his whole body was bathed in the moonlight, as if glowing.

"……Hold!"

Unable to restrain himself from swearing, Yan Weilou took a deep breath, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover the wet eyes in front of him.

"Don't tease me."

"???" Su Xinghan blinked in bewilderment, and the long eyelashes lightly brushed against his palm.

Yan Weilou's fingers trembled, and he warned solemnly: "...don't go too far."

After thinking about it, he took off a belt, and simply covered his eyes that always made his heart itch.

Eliminating outside interference, Yan Weilou finally calmed down, and found the bottle he needed in a pile of scattered bottles and jars.

A faint medicinal fragrance radiates in the air.

Su Xinghan was slightly aggrieved by his repeated serious warnings, but he obediently didn't move, and just slightly raised his head to "look" at him.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and he could only feel the movement of the clothes on his body being untied bit by bit, and then, a cool finger landed on him.

The faint coolness spread to the whole body.In the darkness, his senses became more and more acute, and soon, the wounds all over his body were filled with dense pain, and there was a faint itching in the pain, and finally it turned into a piece of coolness.

After Yan Weilou finished the medicine, he took out a piece of his own clothes from the Qiankun ring and changed it for him.

"Next, Mingguang can't move."

In the dim moonlight, the young man in black lowered his head slightly, a few strands of hair brushed down the sides of his face.

However, his gaze was always fixed on the unreal beautiful body in front of him, until the porcelain white skin flushed, and then he chuckled, covering up the scenery in front of him bit by bit .

His movements were extremely meticulous and serious, as if he had unwrapped a wrapped present and then rewrapped it meticulously, the whole process was extremely focused.

call……

Until the end, he exhaled a long breath and wiped away the few beads of sweat that oozed from his forehead.

Yan Weilou discovered for the first time that taking medicine is also such a tormenting thing.In the past, when he himself was injured, he just bandaged it casually.

Su Xinghan's eyes reappeared.

He raised his head slightly and murmured, "Is this all right?"

...It turns out that there is really only medicine.

Yan Weilou glanced at him, for some reason, he felt a little disappointed in his tone.

When he looked again, Su Xinghan had already stood up.

His white clothes are spotless, without a single wrinkle from top to bottom, his silky black hair hangs down behind him, his ink-like eyes are extremely clear, and he is still that immortal figure who is not stained with mortal dust.

...People can't help but want to take off this white dress and turn into a rogue who dragged this fairy into the chaotic world of mortals, watching him sink completely.

The next moment, the man in white curled his lips and smiled towards Yan Weilou.All of a sudden the ice and snow melted, and the stars all over the sky fell into those clear pupils.

Yan Weilou was dizzy from this little beauty's laughter, like drinking a glass of fake wine.

……Oops.Why is it that the self-control he is so proud of has a tendency to collapse after not seeing him for a short time?

Yan Weilou hurriedly started to think about other things, trying to divert his attention, dispel those messy thoughts in his mind, and calm down a certain part of his body that was disobedient.

And as soon as he diverged his thoughts, he finally remembered what he had overlooked——

Wait, where are the demons, ghosts, sprites, and monsters?So obvious four celestial beings, since they went with him 800 years ago, they should be back now.

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Weilou released that weird volume of "General Compendium of Butian Jue"—in fact, with this time-traveling experience, he still deeply doubts whether this thing is the general compendium of Butian Jue.

After all, I haven't been able to open it before.

The "General Outline of Butian Jue" suddenly flew out, and the golden glow in the midair spread out like a morning glow.

In the widening ripples, Yan Weilou finally saw four figures, to be exact, half of each.

At this time, it was as if they had just walked out of a door, but the whole space suddenly froze, so that half of them got stuck in the door, and half of them got stuck outside the door. The scene was extremely funny.

But after Yan Weilou unfolded the "General Outline of Butian Jue", the frozen space finally flowed, and in the golden ripples, four figures flew out of it as if fleeing for their lives, and landed in front of him.

During the time when Yan Weilou and Yan Weilou were in love with each other, they were stuck in the time-space channel, and their consciousness seemed to be trapped in a boundless dark void. Staying for a while can drive people crazy.

Looking at the four figures flying out as if fleeing for their lives, Yan Weilou took a step forward and smiled slightly.

"Everyone, are you safe?"