Demon Zun dressed as draft cannon fodder[Transmigration Book]

Seeing that Dan He's tone towards the mirror of reincarnation was very firm, Li Qiao thought that if it was him himself, he would pull out [-]% of the magic bones just to save a person, but when the person woke up, he would be furious. If he leaves himself to go to another time and space, then he is definitely not willing to let go.

??So he originally planned to use a tactic to delay the attack, and then discuss it slowly after getting familiar with Dan He,? Who knew that as soon as he loosened his collar, he was ready to start double cultivation.

"Stop!" Li Qiao put his hand against Tan He's chest, and said with gritted teeth, "I'm already awake, so there's no need to rush to practice right now?"

??Dan He looked down at his fingertips,? A self-deprecating smile of "as expected" appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he backed away obediently.

?? Li Qiao looked at his downcast eyes, and was searching for what to say. Who knew that Dan He was silent for a moment, raised his hand and pressed the head of the bed with a "snap", and pulled out a bright long sword from the sword box. Put it in Li Qiao's palm: "You are right. I did it as a last resort to repair your damaged soul, but I did not ask your opinion. If you feel sick now, you can stab me a few times. "

?? "Don't use your spiritual sense,? My spiritual state is still there. Even if you don't defend yourself, you are equivalent to hitting a stone with an egg. It is not worthwhile to hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred."

?? "When you recast the fairy bone, what do you want? I will follow you."

??Li Qiao: "..."

??Although he confirmed that Dan He, Shen Yan, and Shen Yan should be the same person through the "drawing the devil's bone", it's just that Dan He doesn't have the memory of Shen Yan and Shen Yan yet. His sudden mention of double cultivation really made Li Qiao feel a little awkward...

??But there is definitely a distance of thousands of miles between "somewhat awkward" and "hate you so much that I want to kill you"! !Why did Dan He think so? ?

??Li Qiao looked down at the long sword that Dan He had stuffed into his palm, and suddenly realized that it was the fairy sword Baihong that flew to his hand automatically from the Sword Tomb of Xuantianmen back then?

?? This guy used to be the sword of Mingyuan True Immortal...

As soon as Li Qiao moved his fingers, Dan He thought that he was about to strike, and consciously stretched out his hand to take off his clothes, as if he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to pierce. in front of Joe.

??He is tall and straight, with pale skin, strong and beautiful texture, the only thing that looks a little ugly is the old scars, big and small, like long knotted worms, entrenched on his body.

?? Li Qiao knew that the freshest and most tragic scar on this man's body was not in front of him, but behind him.

??The fairy sword Baihong touched Tan He's skin, and the awe-inspiring fairy aura was a great threat to this devil, but he just looked down at the sword tip as if rooted under his feet, and didn't move.

??Li Qiao's sword tip suddenly slashed across a long scar on Tan He's chest. He is a person who is used to using swords, and he can control his strength very well. He didn't even break the skin. Are these gone?"

??The scars on Dan He's body were mostly obtained from fighting in the lower realms before ascension. However, cultivating immortals requires body training first, just like Li Qiao's first thing after being promoted to Yuanying was to pinch a young face again. Most cultivators Those who are not perfect will get rid of their imperfections early on, or they are as beautiful as angels, and angels pinch their faces and bodies by themselves, can they not be beautiful?

?? But this Tan He is an exception. His body is densely packed with old scars, big and small, all of which are stubbornly preserved by his beautiful body, which can be called a creation of heaven. He lost the perfection he should have, leaving behind ugly scars scar.

"...just as a souvenir." For some reason, Dan He found that he noticed these scars, and seemed a little flustered, and said calmly, "If you feel uncomfortable, I will remove them .”

??Li Qiao was slightly taken aback: What did Dan He say, these scars are actually related to him?

?? Dan He met Li Qiao's bewildered gaze, only to realize that he didn't remember that incident. He felt ashamed for a moment, and hurried out: "Since you don't want to be stabbed, I'll get you some food." .”

??He walked out quickly, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

??Ming Yuan is now an extremely fragile mortal body, with soft and warm fingers grabbing his wrist and gently pulling it down.

"It's my fault, I don't remember." Li Qiao frankly and embarrassedly touched the tip of his nose, and continued to shake Tan He's wrist with the other hand, "Just remind me, okay?"

?? Dan He told himself to go away countless times in his heart, but Li Qiao's fragile body now became his shackles. He couldn't struggle, and sat silently by the bed for a long time before he spoke with difficulty:

"We met before I ascended." He didn't turn his head to look at Li Qiao, his voice was hoarse, "My name in the mortal world is Shen Feng."

?? *

??Reminded by Dan He, Li Qiao searched hard for a while before finding the fragment covered in thick dust from the corner of Mingyuan's memory——

??Mingyuan True Immortal had tried other ways to get rid of boredom, such as descending to the mortal world to experience life, before he entangled Danhe Demon Venerable.

??Although it was under the banner of experiencing life, Ming Yuan had never experienced hardships. He wanted to pretend to be a commoner, but ended up pretending to be a rich man who visited privately on his micro-service.

?? That year was just in time for the mortal lantern festival, and Ming Yuan was waving his folding fan as he shuttled through the crowd. Suddenly, a black shadow passed by, and by the time he could react, the money bag hanging around his waist had already been snatched.

??Ming Yuan found it extremely strange: even if he was distracted, there was actually a mortal in the lower realm who snatched the money bag from his waist!He looked around curiously, the robber didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave, but he was also looking back at him, and the two of them looked at each other for an instant.

?? The robber was a boy in black bunt, his face was covered with a black cloth, his crow-colored black hair grew to his jaw, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

?? With this outfit, he frequently turned his head to look at the victim who was robbed. It was difficult for Mingyuan not to spot him in the crowd.Ming Yuan just thought it was fun, imitating ordinary people and shouting "Catch the robber!!" while running after the boy.

Unexpectedly, it was useless for him to chase him so far. The boy in black was caught by a group of servants, he was pressed to the ground and kicked and punched. A rich man who also waved a folding fan greeted him with a smile and said: He acted bravely and caught the robber for him.

??Ming Yuan paused, but let out a sigh of regret.The rich man returned the purse to him, calling himself surnamed Chai, he was eager to befriend him, and when he heard that he was a foreigner, he warmly invited him to stay at the mansion behind him.

?? When they were about to enter the mansion, the boy in black on the ground was already dying. The black cloth on his face fell off, revealing a bruised, purple, red and swollen face. Only the handsome and handsome outline could be vaguely seen.

??His bright eyes are half open at the moment, looking at the sky indifferently, Ming Yuan senses the vitality of a mortal, and knows that if no one treats him, this guy probably won't survive tonight.

??Ming Yuan paused, and said: "Since the money bag has returned to me, Mr. Chai, can I pay for the medical expenses and hire a doctor for him?"

??In fact, this whole incident was originally a fairy dance. The group of people surnamed Chai dressed up as rich sons thought Ming Yuan was a fat sheep and wanted to trick him into the mansion to slaughter him. It's just a small stone to throw a stone to ask the way.

?? He is not worth mentioning in the eyes of "Mr. Chai". If Ming Yuan doesn't mention it, if he survives the next day, Mr. Chai will give him another bite of food; Take a roll and throw it into the river.

??In short, he is absolutely reluctant to ask Mr. Chai to pay for the treatment of the boy in black; even if Mingyuan said to use his money, in the eyes of Mr. Chai, Mingyuan's money will be his own money sooner or later. It's a waste of money to waste money!

"Master Ming's words are wrong. This person is doing evil and robbing you of your money in the street. He is despicable and vile. He is worse than a wild dog on the roadside. Why do you waste money on treating him? Let him fend for himself. The kindness of the common people..." In order to save money, Mr. Chai made a set of principles, eloquently and impassionedly, and someone with a slightly weak will would be easily brainwashed by him to think that saving this person would be equivalent to bringing disaster to the world common people……

??The eyes of the boy in black were still open, but there was no light at the bottom of them. He was lying in the filthy mud, and did not respond to Mr. Chai's mouthful of "humble" and "wild dog".

"Ah," Ming Yuan blinked, and said, "Actually, this... I'm a manly person. Now that I take a closer look, I suddenly think he's very handsome!"

"Cough, cough, cough!!" Mr. Chai and the servants around him never thought that there would be such a reason, and they were suddenly coughed by choking. Even the black-clothed boy, who had been in despair before, turned his head in disbelief. Looking at him, his eyes widened, and his face flushed with shame or anger.

"Look, doesn't he look better when he gets angry?" Ming Yuan knelt down next to the boy in black, and wiped off the plaster on his face with his fingertips. The boy seemed to feel that his hands were dirty. As if, trying to turn his face to the ground.

"Don't twist it anymore, such a pretty face, what a waste to bury it in the mud." In fact, the young man's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Ming Yuan couldn't tell what he looked like, so he only touched his face to comfort him.

??The boy in black with thick eyelashes suddenly said hoarsely: "Don't follow them in, they are..."

"Hush!" Before Mr. Chai and others noticed, Ming Yuan scratched the black-clothed boy's palm vigorously, blinked his eyes at him, and said loudly, "Your appearance is too much to my liking , When I find a doctor to cure you, I will take you into the room and keep you rich, rich and pampered!——You can rest assured and come with me!!”

??The boy in black knew that Ming Yuan had seen through Mr. Chai's trap, but he had been insulted, belittled, and despised before in his life, but he had never been molested so blatantly!His cheeks were flushed, his face was turned to the other side, and his eyelashes were trembling.

?? When Mr. Chai heard Ming Yuan mentioning this, he was angry and funny: He felt that this was the same as the young master who had a crush on a beautiful girl. Gender, the essence of a man's eagerness is still exactly the same.

??When it comes to this level, if he refuses again, even if it doesn't arouse Mingyuan's suspicion, it will still arouse his disgust. "Master Chai" finally had no choice but to send his family to invite a doctor, and whispered "I want the cheapest consultation fee nearby!".

??Ming Yuan didn't seem to notice it, and with a lift of his clothes, he stepped into the "Chai Mansion" generously.

??The black-clothed boy knew that he would probably survive this time, so he turned his head from the mud with great effort, and looked at his back with fiery fluorescent lights rolling in his black eyes.

?? The lights are dim, like clouds.

?? In order to let Mingyuan relax his vigilance, Mr. Chai specially sent someone to send the boy in black to Mingyuan's room in the first half of the night, so that Mingyuan could indulge in "Gentle Township" and linger.

??Of course, before sending him off, he warned the boy in black that Yuan was going to die soon, and told him to learn some practical things—he felt that such warnings were enough for a "wild dog".

?? When the black-clothed boy was carried in, the medicine powder sprinkled by the quack doctor was not properly bandaged and spilled on the bed. His wound was in severe pain, but he still tried his best to restrain his hands and feet, and apologized repeatedly in a hoarse voice.

??The moment the servant withdrew, his hoarse voice changed the subject instantly: "Go! Chai Heng and his servant all have kung fu, you can't beat them, you..."

?? At the same time, Ming Yuan's warm and soft hands had already parted his coat and landed on his skin.

?? The boy in black choked for breath.

?? He originally thought that the so-called "masculinity" was an excuse for this person. Could it be that he is really, so unselective...? ?

?? Thoughts turned like electricity, but the speed of closing the bloody, bruised wounds was even faster than thoughts.

??The black-clothed boy paused for a moment before he realized that the severe pain on his body was dissipating, and the wounds were rapidly healing and scabbing. Where the bleeding had taken away his vitality, there were only a few snaking flesh-colored worms left.

"You don't have to worry, I'm stronger than them." With the flickering candlelight, Ming Yuan raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, "Much stronger than you can imagine."

?? *

??That night, the boy in black saw what it meant to be a power beyond the limits of his life's imagination.

??He stood side by side with Ming Yuan outside the "Chai Mansion" where the flames were soaring into the sky.

?? "By the way, I don't know yet. What's your name?" This was a rare moment in Mingyuan's mortal journey. He turned his head and looked at the boy in black with a smile.

"...I don't have a name." The boy lowered his head and said, "I only know that my surname is Shen, maybe Shen Yi Shen Er, Shen Wu Shen Liu Shen Qi... I don't have any other family members, I don't know."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Ming Yuan felt a little embarrassed, "I didn't mean to..."

?? "Can you give me a name?"

??"what?"

?? "I don't know how to read, you have saved my life," the black-clothed boy also turned his face, with two clusters of tiny flames burning in his eyes, and said seriously, "Can you please give me a name? "

"...Don't talk about giving or not, let me think about it." Ming Yuan waved his hands, frowned, and began to search carefully, "You..."

?? "Yes!" Ming Yuan pondered for a moment, his brows stretched, his left hand formed a fist, and he tapped on the palm of his right hand, "Let's call it 'Feng', how about it?"

?? He raised his hand and touched the black-clothed boy's forehead: "Do you know that there is something called 'Cultivation of Immortals'?"

"Your talent in cultivating immortals is mediocre, but cultivating demons is a peerless genius..." Ming Yuan withdrew his hand, and the fierce boiling fire reflected his tea-colored eyes as clear as amber. It’s right to frame it in the mundane world.”

?? "Let's call it 'Shen Feng'," his eyes slightly curved, "One day the roc rises with the same wind, and it soars ninety thousand miles——"

??"how?"

?? *

?? Li Qiao escaped from Mingyuan's memory, and it took a long time to say.

?? This incident was just a small episode of Mingyuan's boring time and traveling in the world. Although he thought the boy in black was handsome and an "atmosphere beauty", but at that time the other party's face was bruised and swollen with wounds all over him. I don't know exactly what his face looks like.

??Everything in the world passes by like a fleeting moment, and the sea changes. The True Immortal of Mingyuan is always on the way to find new things. When he turns his head, he forgets about it and completely forgets about it.

?? A hundred years later, the handsome man named "Dan He Demon Lord" ascended into the fairy world, which aroused Ming Yuan's strange pursuit again.

?? That encounter was just a glimpse for Ming Yuan, but for Dan He, or Shen Feng, it was a major turning point that will be unforgettable in his life.

??Shen Feng thought he remembered, that's why he said "You want to play exciting, don't come to me" when Ming Yuan pestered him, because Ming Yuan had already done the same thing to him;

?? There was also the difference between them in the past. One was a cynical real fairy boy who was waving a folding fan, and the other was a lowly and dirty roadside wild dog who was rescued by him casually. Are you seriously pursuing him?

??He couldn't believe that the result was that Ming Yuan died for each other, and almost his soul was scattered in his arms.

?? No wonder Shen Feng is willing to stuff [-]% of the magic bones into his body. No wonder Shen Feng still thinks that Ming Yuan is playing a prank. He is willing to give him the best of everything, but he refuses to believe him love him.

?? Does Ming Yuan really love Dan He?

??Mingyuan's memory is entangled with Li Qiao's at this moment, becoming more and more entangled, and merged to the point of indistinguishable from each other. Li Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were memory fragments belonging to Mingyuan, which automatically emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness Come--

?? Once it was snowing in the fairy world, Ming Yuan sneaked into Dan He's room, trying to tease her secretly, but was restrained by Tan He, who turned over and pressed him on the bedside, and forced him to read a passage to tell him to be pure and ascetic. .

??At that time, the charcoal pot inside the house was glowing red, and the thick snow flakes were flying outside the house, and countless butterfly-like snow shadows rustled on the window lattice.

??Ming Yuan didn't know that this was Shen Feng showing off to him, "Look, I can read and write." He just rested his chin on his knees, looking at Tan He's handsome side face smudged with warmth, suddenly I feel that the "boringness" that has troubled him for thousands of years has quietly disappeared without a trace at this moment.