Zha Gong's evolutionary path

He walked through the long and quiet corridor.On the empty corridor, only the sound of my own footsteps can be heard.

The pillars and rails on both sides are covered with verdant vines, covering the already shady and deep corridor, making it even more lonely and peaceful.

In this seemingly endless lonely corridor, he was originally walking at his usual speed.

But slowly, the footsteps involuntarily quickened, and the heart pounded in the chest, like a happy bird, eager to break free from the restraint and fly out.

He heard the familiar voice at the end of the corridor, and the bird's wings struggled more and more happily.

He tried his best to be careful about the hem of his long robe, followed the voice that had sounded countless times in the dream, and briskly rushed out of the corridor.

However, at the moment when he jumped out, he suddenly realized something, and hastily suppressed his cheerful steps back to the original speed.With some indescribable thoughtfulness, he even deliberately slowed down.

In this way, when he appeared in front of that person, he still had a gentle and indifferent appearance.

The man was leaning on the rockery, with his arms folded, and he was talking to his colleagues with crooked eyebrows.

That person was wearing a silver-white armor, brand new like a golden crow parading around the world, it was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.The bright red battle robe under the armor was blazing like fire, and just by standing there for a while, there was an inexplicable burst of burning heat, which wanted to make the scenery around him hot and scorching.

He didn't wear a hair crown, and his long black hair was loosely draped behind him, adding an intimacy and softness to that handsome face.

A pair of slightly hooked peach blossom eyes, when they heard the footsteps from the other end of the corridor, they raised their eyes and looked at him.

The moment he met those smiling and affectionate peach blossom eyes, his heart suddenly slowed down a beat, as if his heart was pinched tightly by something, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

Until he heard the man call him with a teasing smile, "Little nerd, I'm back. Are you happy?"

The clenched heart was suddenly relieved, the blood flowed back to the heart, and he was able to let out a long breath slowly.

"General..." He heard his own voice, calm and calm, not at all like his beating heart. "I heard that the emperor specially set up a celebration banquet to congratulate the general on his return. Why did the general come to the academy?"

The man said something to his colleague, told him to take a step ahead, straightened himself up, and walked towards him.

The general smiled and said, "I'll come to see you."

With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the silver-armored and red-robed general who was walking over.But he only persisted for a short moment, then looked away and looked at his feet awkwardly.

The side of his feet is also like the corridor, covered with green and lush vegetation, breathing freely and stretched in the early morning mist.

The general stood still in front of him, and he could even feel the warm breath of the other party blowing over the broken hair on his forehead, like tiny feathers tickling his cheeks.

His cheeks became hot for no reason, and even his earlobes began to heat up slowly. Surrounded by the man who was silent and full of masculinity, he couldn't help but want to back away again and again.

He desperately suppressed the urge to run away, his fingers hidden in his wide cuffs clenched tightly into his palms, and his body was covered in thin sweat.

Tell yourself repeatedly in your heart, don't be afraid.

Even if the opponent is the most popular general in front of the emperor, he is also an immortal friend who is equal to you.You are a loose fairy in Qinghe Academy, without any official position.Whether in public or private, there is no fear of this general.

Don't be afraid, calm down and smile at him like you always do.

"Little nerd, why are you so dazed?"

The general spoke suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the magnified face of the other party appeared in front of his eyes, and the distance between the two was so close that the tip of the nose was touching the tip of the nose, and they were about to kiss if they got any closer. "Even if you spend a year on the ground and a day in the sky, you will still not see each other for more than a month. Are you not happy to see me at all?"

The word "Happiness", the man uttered out leisurely while sticking close to his ear.His heart skipped a beat and he almost screamed.

No.He knew that he was afraid of him, not of his official position and title.

It is a deeper level, the trembling from the depths of the soul, and it is the most difficult taboo in the heavens.

The man made a look of grievance: "... In vain, the first thing I did after returning to the heaven was to come to the academy to see you first. Who knew that you, little nerd, are still so flat and deserted."

He waited for a while, and seeing that he still had a calm expression, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes showed a pitiful light, the general sighed pretending to be depressed, and turned around, "Then I'll go to the banquet first—"

The hem of the clothes was slightly hooked.

The general's dark eyes were full of smiles, almost overflowing from the corners of his eyes and brows.He turned around, grabbed his hand that hooked the hem of his clothes affectionately, and said with a slight smile: "It's still early, let's go to Manxue Lake for a stroll?"

He was a little hesitant, wondering whether it was appropriate to leave his studies at the academy and go to the lake with this man in private; at this moment, a call came in not far away in time, and he was relieved.

That voice ran over here and hurriedly shouted: "General, General Lin, Dijun Youxuan—"

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Ying Moyan suddenly opened his eyes.

His face was pale, dripping with cold sweat, curled up among the scattered papers on the floor.Those papers were densely written in teeny lowercase letters with the birth dates and the year of death of the newly deceased, and their good, evil, and lives that were either earth-shattering or not worth mentioning were noted next to them.

However, apart from these ink stains, the edge of the paper is brand new, pure white, without any extra variegation.

Ying Moyan suddenly looked down at himself, the middle coat inside the black cloak was white, and there was no trace of blood stains.Then I stretched out my hand to touch the left abdomen, but I couldn't touch the wound, and I couldn't feel any pain.The piercing pain and discomfort before fainting seemed like an untimely nightmare.

The young Yan Jun supported the ground with his hands, and slowly sat up straight.

He held his breath, his eyes were still a little loose, and he looked around blankly.

There are no deep corridors surrounded by green vines, no morning mist as white as milk, and no heroic generals wrapped in refined armor.In front of his eyes was still the darkness and desolation of death. In the empty Yan Luo Hall, there was only a fist-sized luminous pearl rolling to the ground, emitting a faint white light in the corner like death.

The scene just now seemed to be a memory intercepted from someone else's mind.

But the restless beating heart, the gradually rapid breathing, the slowly burning ears and cheeks, it was clearly him again.

When did this happen?

When he saw the silver-armored and red-robed general, he felt breathless and palpitated, as if he was looking forward to seeing him with all his heart, and every cell in his body was afraid of seeing him——

When did Lin Gong get so close to him, so good that he dared to call him by nickname; so good that as soon as he got close, he couldn't help but fall into the dilemma of wanting to lean in and dig a hole to escape?

He and Lin Gongru are obviously only immortal friends who have only met a few times.The relationship between the two of them, in his impression, is nothing more than a glimpse and chance meeting in various banquets.

But he remembered Qinghe Academy, where he was studying as a Sanxian at that time, and was appreciated by the master of the academy, and was recommended to be a disciple of Yan Jun at that time.

Afterwards, after painstaking cultivation, he successfully inherited Yan Jun's mantle, and was able to become the current Lord of the Ten Temples.When Yan Jun entrusted him with the seal of the underworld, he also told him that the scattered seven emotions should be collected into the body, so that the whole underworld will recognize him as the real head of the underworld.

Ying Moyan absent-mindedly recalled the seemingly real and illusory scene in the coma just now, walked slowly, and picked up the Ye Mingzhu that rolled down the corner.The round pearl face held in the palm reflected his pale face, and the red lotus imprint on his forehead was particularly dazzling, as shocking as fresh blood.

"Little nerd..." A faint call came from somewhere.

Ying Moyan suddenly felt a pain on his forehead, as if a sharp lightning flashed across, the pain made him almost unable to hold Ye Mingzhu, and he would kneel down again as soon as his knees softened.

The former Yan Jun asked him to take back the seven emotions scattered in various generations, why, he couldn't remember how his seven emotions were scattered?

A faint figure slowly emerged in front of him.For a moment, Ying Moyan thought that the hallucination in the dream appeared again, and thought that he would see the memories of Qinghe Academy and Lin Gongru again.

With a gloomy expression on his face, Changsun Jie stared at the Lord of the Underworld who seemed to be in a somewhat unsteady figure without saying a word.

The former King Yan still had that superficial smile on his face, and at the moment when he faced his true self and realized everything, he still maintained the pride of a prince looking down on the world.

Ying Moyan looked at him involuntarily, the arrow wound caused by others could not be seen on Changsun Yu's body, only the abdominal wound stabbed by Lin Gongru's sword remained clearly, and there were still stains soaked in blood.

However, Changsun Qi didn't care, and stared at Ying Moyan with mocking eyes.

"This king really looks down on you." He said bluntly, "You actually forgot everything and threw us to suffer in reincarnation."

He sarcastically said, "Staying ruthlessly in the Yan Luo Temple, life must be much more comfortable than us fools who are kept in the dark, right?"

Ying Moyan's throat tightened, and Ye Mingjue and Xin Wu's hesitant expressions seemed to appear before his eyes.He had indeed seen the expressions of those two people at the beginning, but he never thought of finding out what happened.

"What are you talking about?" He hesitated to ask, "I...have always had a photographic memory, how could there be any possibility of forgetting something?"

The eldest grandson said: "Oh, that's a good thing. You know that the seven of us were pulled out alive by the Soul Devouring whip that day, and turned into an existence that is less than a remnant soul? Why don't you come and find us yourself? Why do you Do you want someone else to do it for you?"

"Since you know, tell me—"

The eldest grandson laughed loudly, with viciousness on his face: "Why is that 'other' Lin Gongru, do you want to know? Why, no, sue, sue, you—"

Ying Moyan wanted to grab his wrist to press him, but when his fingertips touched it, Changsun Jie melted into the sea like a drop of water, sinking into his body soundlessly.

All the memories of King Yan, like a large collapsed snow mountain, crashed into his mind.

In those depressing and gloomy scenes, Ying Moyan clearly saw that the eldest grandson picked up Lin Gongru who was unconscious, and interlaced his four lips in that cold kiss.

That kiss originally contained no /passion/desire/, no hope, but Ying Moyan, who had experienced it all over again, trembled violently.

He closed his eyes, and what suddenly appeared in his mind was the appearance of Lin Gongru closing his eyes tightly again, without any life.He searched desperately in his memory, but he couldn't remember when and where he saw Lin Gongru's pale face?

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With me here, no one can hurt you.