After wearing a book, he had sex with Meiqiang, the miserable male second

Wen Yang's smiling eyes were slightly curved, two dimples appeared on his cheeks, and there was a little cuteness in his handsomeness.

He stepped forward to hold the other's weak arm, and the moment the two bodies touched, Han Tianche seemed to be pulled back to the peach-blossoming courtyard from the cold winter, just like his mood.

"Aren't you afraid?" Afraid that he is an ominous person, murderous.

"Why are you afraid? It's obvious that others are jealous of your eyes."

Wen Yang turned his head and said seriously in his ear: "You must not mind other people's opinions, it's not worth it."

"Ah."

Han Tianche responded in a low voice, and the corners of his pale lips curled up into a smile: I don't care about anyone, I only care about you.

Memory fragments floated before his eyes, Jiang Yan quickly checked, and finally found the next important scene.

At this time, Han Tianche had completely grown into a handsome young man.

He is tall and tall, with extremely tough facial features, long hair tied high, sharp sword eyebrows, a pair of cold black eyes are very indifferent, high nose bridge, slightly retracted jaw, thin lips slightly pursed, with an indifferent expression.

Wearing a blue robe of the Nanyang School, with a long sword attached to his back, he is handsome and unrestrained, with cold eyes and air-conditioning all over his body, which makes people shy away when they see him.

Only when those cold eyes radiate light meet the young man with a bright smile next to him, will he get rid of the indifference around him and become softer.

It's just that there is a flash of red in the eyes occasionally, which is the desire for youth spreading from the bottom of my heart.

But as time went by, Jiang Yan could feel the evil spirit raging in Han Tianche's body getting stronger and stronger.

When practicing swords in the early morning, a strong evil spirit burst out directly from his heart, forming wisps of black mist, wandering around Han Tianche's body, and gradually returned to his body after an hour.

In the past three years, Han Tianche changed from going to the head of the sect every six months to get the talisman seals every three months, but he still couldn't restrain the evil spirit in his body from breaking through the constraints of his body, and it would surface on the surface of his skin every once in a while, looking very terrible.

And his body also continued to suffer from the loss of heart and soul, a morbid paleness appeared on his face, and his strong body deteriorated day by day.

Fortunately, he has been physically strong since he was a child, otherwise he might not be able to continue.

Putting away the long sword, Han Tianche took a few breaths, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper over and over again, ten years, one year, over and over again.

The blood in his eyes began to spread to the entire eyeball, and deep in his eyes was a deep sadness and grief: there is less than a year left, can he still not get rid of the ending of becoming a cruel and bloodthirsty monster?

Standing at the door, Wen Yang watched worriedly at Han Tianche, whose expression was a bit insane, and then slowly exited the room.

"Are you willing to become a Taoist companion with me?"

After dinner in the evening, Wen Yang smiled and said to Han Tianche, listening to his tone seemed to be a matter of course.

The young man smiled with a harmless demeanor, but looked at Han Tianche with an extremely serious expression.

"pat-"

The chopsticks that Han Tianche hadn't put away suddenly fell to the ground. He used the action of half-kneeling to pick up the chopsticks to cover up his heartbeat that was about to become unbalanced and the great joy rising from the bottom of his heart. Almost blurted out.

But in an instant, overwhelming despair overwhelmed him, and his life span was less than a year...

How can he be so selfish? !How could Wen Yang be delayed for his own selfish desire?

The wooden chopsticks held in his hands made a cracking sound of 'clicking', and were broken into several pieces by the veined hands. Han Tianche straightened up suddenly, and his expression returned to his usual indifference: "Sorry, I don't care about Senior Brother Wen. none--"

The next sentence was startled by Wen Yang's approaching body, and he lost his voice.

Wen Yang frowned, approached Han Tianche little by little, and finally lifted his hem and sat directly on his lap.

Han Tianche turned his head and didn't dare to look at the face in the dream that was so close at hand, the muscles of his whole body were tense like a stone, his Adam's apple rolled, and his breathing became a little rough unconsciously.

Wen Yang pinched his perfectly shaped jaw with his fingers, and slowly pushed him back. The two people's eyes met. The red light in Han Tianche's eyes flashed away, and the desire for youth in the depths of his eyes was clearly seen.

"Han Tianche, are you willing to become a Taoist companion with me?"

Wen Yang looked into his eyes and asked again.

"me……"

Han Tianche's eyes drooped, and his long eyelashes kept trembling, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

"Well, if you don't agree, I'll go to Elder Brother."

Wen Yang made a gesture to get up.

"I don't allow it!"

Han Tianche suddenly pulled him back into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, his hands were so hard that his knuckles turned white.

He buried his head on the other person's shoulder, preventing him from seeing his crazy eyes filled with blood, and the deep possessive desire hidden in them.

"Then I'll take it as your consent, Husband--"

The young man's clear voice resounded in Han Tianche's ears, making Han Tianche hug him even tighter.

The memory fragments switched again, this time the scene was already when Han Tianche and Wen Yang became Taoist couples.

Under the auspices of the head, hundreds of people from the whole division attended the feast.

Although many people don't like Han Tianche who has a cold personality, but he is the closed disciple of the head of the sect, and Wen Yang's popularity in the sect is very good, except for some who are envious and jealous, other disciples have stepped forward to congratulate him.

Su Jingrong looked at Wen Yang, who was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, with a face like a crown of jade, and his smiling eyebrows and eyes showing two dimples, his expression turned gloomy, and he took a few sips of strong wine.

Han Tianche was also dressed in a bright red robe, with a handsome face, his brows were still cold, but there was a faint smile on his lips, he took the wine handed by the head of the house, and drank it all in one gulp.

Afterwards, several daring disciples also came to toast, Han Tianche changed from his previous indifference, and almost refused all comers.

His jade-like face was slightly red from drinking, and a shadow appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Jiang Yan frowned, feeling that there was something wrong with the wine, but he had no way of knowing.

That night, after the two exchanged glasses of wine, Han Tianche's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and the evil spirit in his body rushed out of his heart without warning, condensing into silk threads all over his body, and his face could hardly be seen in the black mist .

The 'Remnant Light' sword fell into his hand spontaneously, and the black evil spirit spread from his hand to the sword body. The dense and strange red lines were surrounded by traces of black mist, exuding a bloody and ominous atmosphere.

"Tianche, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Yang said anxiously, trying to touch him but was burned by the evil spirit.

In the dense black mist, a pair of scarlet eyes aimed at him, locked his figure tightly like a beast, and swung the long sword lingering in evil spirit forward!

Wen Yang immediately rolled on the spot, the wedding bed was cut in half by the sword, Han Tianche's eyes were blood-colored, covering the whole eyeballs like vines, ferocious and cruel, but in an instant, half of the blackness returned.

He covered his eyes in pain, and let out a hoarse roar in his throat, "...go...quick!!"

The black in his eyes receded immediately, and the red swept his eyes like a tide. He was like a wild beast that had lost its mind. It only knew how to slash with a sword without any rules.

"Tianche, wait for me, I'll go find the head!"

Wen Yang kept dodging, his body was cut several times by the fierce sword wind, blood oozing out, but it was not conspicuous on the bright red wedding dress.

He really couldn't get close to the opponent, nor could he restore his sanity, so he had to go to rescue the soldiers.

Seeing that he was about to escape, Han Tianche frantically swung his sword and stabbed at him. His eyes froze when he saw a corner of his dark happy clothes, his movements froze, and then he held his forehead and screamed in pain, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Not long after Wen Yang left, the head of the sect pushed the door open with him, followed by many Nanyang sect disciples.

So Han Tianche's scarlet eyes and 'demon energy' all over his body appeared in front of everyone.

Wen Yang wanted to save Han Tianche, but when he met the head of the sect on the way, he was so pleasantly surprised that he didn't care about others at all.

But at this time, seeing so many people pushing the door and entering, he was filled with grief and indignation, wishing to kill himself with a sword.

"Demon energy, Han Tian is possessed by the devil!"

"monster--"

"Those red eyes are terrifying—"

All kinds of unpleasant words made Wen Yang's eyes tear open, he suddenly blocked Han Tianche, pointed his long sword at his senior brother who had been treated like a family before, and said sharply: "Shut up!"

"Tianche is not possessed, he is just suffering from illness. Whoever says one more thing, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

It was the first time for everyone to see Wen Yang get angry, and they were silent for a while.

Wen Yang drove them out, turned his spiritual power to the peak, and turned around to hug Han Tianche who was screaming in pain.

"Tianche, I will accompany you!"

The black evil spirit surged like smoke, instantly eroding Wen Yang's body, enveloping him in a thick mist.

The place touched by the evil spirit seemed to be burned by a raging fire. The black flame penetrated into the skin little by little, invaded the heart veins, burned and wandered in the meridians and blood. The unspeakable pain made Wen Yang groan.

Hearing the muffled hum, Han Tianche seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt, he was relieved from the disgust of others, his red eyes aimed at the pained Wen Yang in front of him, and wanted to push him out of his embrace, but was caught by those powerful eyes. Arms hugged tightly.

Han Tianche closed his eyes, his whole body's spiritual power was running wildly, and he gritted his teeth to force the evil spirit back into his body little by little.

Those eyes turned blood red for a while, and turned pure black for a while, making him intertwined between madness and sobriety, and his headache was splitting.

'We can't let Wen Yang die. '

'We can't let Wen Yang die. '

Han Tianche murmured softly, the only thought in his mind supported him, relying on his extraordinary willpower and his extraordinary cherishment of Wen Yang, he forced the evil spirit dancing around him back into his body one by one.

After the matter was over, Han Tian was exhausted and fell into a deep coma.

Wen Yang's body was covered with numerous scars, and his Xifu was burnt to pieces, but he was still able to walk.

He gently placed the other party on the bed and covered the quilt.

The smile on the head's lips disappeared shortly after entering the door. He looked at Wen Yang who was kneeling in front of him, and said lightly, "Get up, I can't save him."

"Master, is there really no other way?" Wen Yang took a few steps on his knees and kowtowed with tears streaming down his face, "As long as I can save him, no matter what price I pay, even...my life."

The head of the sect pondered, and from Jiang Yan's perspective, he could see the flickering light in his eyes.

At this time, the recording spirit crystal was wrapped by Jiang Yan's soul power and brought into Han Tianche's memory. In order not to damage the other party's spirit, he could only record the most critical part.

Fortunately, not long after, the headmaster sighed: "There is another way, it's just... oh..."

Hearing the words, Wen Yang kowtowed heavily, his forehead was broken, his eyes were red and he said: "Please tell the master."

The headman glanced at the long sword that still had evil spirit on its surface, and showed a smile that was bound to win where Wen Yang couldn't see, and then said in a heavy tone: "There is another way:

Use the heart and blood of the most yang people to refine the elixir for Che'er to take. If it can be refined with the essence of the whole body, the effect will be the best. "

"Unfortunately, it's not so easy to find this man of the sun. Even if you find him, you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately."

However, Wen Yang's eyes became brighter and brighter. He is a man of Zhiyang, so his parents named him 'Wen Yang'.

"Master, I am the man of Zhiyang."

"How could this be?!"

The head of the sect looked rather shocked, his eyes widened, "Then you...?"

Wen Yang looked resolute, and had already made a decision in his heart:

"Tomorrow morning I will join the alchemy furnace, I beg the master to help me take out the elixir and give it to Tianche to take.

I have another request: don't tell him the truth, just say that I was injured and retreated. "

"When he is no longer burdened by the evil spirit, he may forget about me in a few years. At that time...tell him again."

Wen Yang lowered his head to cover up the regret and reluctance in his eyes. After seeing the head nod, a bright smile appeared on his face.

Jiang Yan could clearly feel Han Tianche's mood swings. He thought that although he was unconscious at that time, he was still conscious.

Jiang Yan was moved by Wen Yang's sacrifice, but what made him most angry was that the elixir refined by the Zhiyang people could not block the outbreak of evil spirit at all, but would accelerate the outbreak of evil spirit in Han Tianche's body because of the Yang energy!

The head of the Nanyang faction is simply cruel and insane to the extreme!

Jiang Yan can know Han Tianche's despair and anger after knowing the truth just by imagination

Even he can't wait to cut the head of the Nanyang faction into pieces! !

The last scene is the third day of marriage, Han Tianche finally wakes up from a coma.

The head of the door opened the door and entered, holding a small white jade bottle in his hand, and said kindly: "Che'er, I found a good way for Master to seal the evil spirit in you.

As long as you take this pill. "

Han Tianche rubbed his headache-ridden head, the previous scenes flashed one after another, making him miserable, and he couldn't remember many things for a while.

He looked at the head, and said hoarsely:

"Master, where is Wen Yang?"

"Wen Yang is recuperating for the past few days, so don't worry.

Come on, take this elixir first, and when you seal the evil spirit, won't you be able to have a long time with him? "

"Thank you, Master."

Han Tianche's mood was agitated, he took the white pill and swallowed it quickly.

"Hehe, good disciple, you are still satisfied with the pill refined by your Taoist partner Wen Yang with flesh and blood—"