my lover is not human

The back of Yunzhe's hand was scorching hot, as if his blood was about to boil. He wanted to shake off his hand, but he was held tightly. The cold temperature spread from the place where he touched it. The restless flower gradually calmed down, and it was only the petals wrapped around his fingertips. , like blood about to drip, more like injured!

"What the hell is this?"

This is definitely not normal cinnabar ink!

Yan Yi was still in a daze, rubbing her thumbs repeatedly on the delicate manjusawa flower, her face revealing disbelief.

When he was asked about his plan just now, he thought he was doing justice for others.

He killed the real Yun Jiexiu and allowed a foreign soul to occupy her body.

He married Yun Jiexiu to King Qin, who was doomed to have no future, and used her as a pawn.

He wanted to make the son of King Qin and Yun Jiexiu the crown prince, and separate him from his biological parents since he was a child.

He used innocent people to achieve his own goals. He thought that this person would accuse him, question him, or even break up with him. In a short moment, countless crazy ideas flashed through his mind, or to detain people here and limit his freedom. Freedom, or bring people back to the underworld, turn them into dead souls and control them in his own hands. With an extreme and stubborn mind, he resisted himself from hurting him.

He thought that the flower in his hand would wither from then on, but he didn't expect that on the contrary, it actually made the flower really come alive.

He clasped Yun Zhe's shoulder excitedly, "What did you think just now?"

Yun Zhe was a little dazed, and instinctively felt that what he asked was related to this flower.

But he never thought of letting this flower live!

Presumably this flower couldn't have become a living thing because of listening to him!

After thinking about it, Yun Zhe said, "I didn't think about anything."

Yan Yi met his sincere eyes and laughed dumbfounded, but she didn't care. She just held his right hand and twirled his long and slender fingertips with an unprecedented satisfaction on her face.

"Let's go back."

"???"

They are already in the Prince's Hall!

Not sure what he meant by going back, Yun Zhe tentatively asked: "Where to go back?"

Yan Yi looked up, seeing his cautious look, she smiled and said, "Where do you want to go back?"

Yun Zhe: "..."

He remembered that this person was most reluctant to mention the matter of going back, why did he bring it up by himself today.

He doesn't care where he stays, he can get used to any place quickly, but he has lived in the broken incense sticks for hundreds of years, it is inevitable that he will want to go back after being away for a long time, but Yan Yi seems extremely displeased with his thinking like this , so he never said it.

Just as he was hesitating, there was darkness in front of his eyes in an instant, his whole body was enveloped by a cold aura, and he was tightly trapped in his arms. Yun Zhe subconsciously closed his eyes and fell into chaos. The whole body, protected by the people around it, will not condense into ice.

When I opened my eyes, there were whirlpools on two sides, and a long corridor on the other side, facing a solid wooden door, a smooth marble counter, and neat tall glasses hanging above the counter.

This is the broken incense stick that he has lived for hundreds of years.

They just came back?

Without saying hello, leaving the mess he made and leaving?

What would happen without the crown prince, queen, officials, and everyone in the East Palace?

Although I am full of doubts, I have no time to take care of it. The atmosphere in the inn is too unusual now. It’s just that there is no one there. This cold air is actually Yin Qi from the underworld. There are very few guests in the underworld in the broken incense stick. , even if Qin Guangwang and the master of Liutian Palace come, they will deliberately hide the yin energy. With the current yin energy in the inn, unless the ten kings of hell gather together, it is absolutely impossible to reach the current level of yin and cold.

Yun Zhe frowned, with a dignified expression, and was about to ask the people around him, but saw Yan Yi staring at the end of the corridor, looking more dignified than him.

"what happened?"

As soon as the words fell, there was no response, and suddenly the waist tightened, and the whole person was led straight into the corridor. The rooms on both sides quickly skipped and only a few black spots could be seen.

The broken incense sticks did not restrict the movement of employees, but few people walked into this long corridor. Yun Zhe once walked through it idlely, but he never reached the end.

Yan Yi's face was cold and hard, but he didn't have any extra explanations, or he didn't have time to explain. He suddenly stopped in front of a door, raised his hand, and the wooden door started to rotate, forming a vortex. Yun Zhe didn't have time to be surprised , and was pulled in.

The scenery changes, it is no longer an endless corridor, nor is it closed like other rooms, on the other side of the vortex, it seems to be an abyss, they are standing on the edge of a cliff at this time, and they have not yet seen clearly what is under the abyss. Yan Yi has already jumped down with him.

Keeping his feet on the ground, Yunzhe raised his head, his pupils constricted for a while.

Surrounded by sea-blue ice walls, there is a revolving tunnel in front of it, the light coming out from nowhere, refracting the bright light through the ice, a little dazzling, and vaguely seeing a red figure, Yun Zhe's eyes lit up, Immediately withdrew from someone's arms and greeted him: "Master Shougong Shen?"

Finally saw a familiar face!

Yannuo, the owner of Zongling Qifeitian Palace, is also a frequent visitor of Poxiangjian.

Yan Nuo said with a faint smile, "Are you back?"

After skipping work for several months without reason, Yun Zhe felt guilty, just nodded, and asked, "Where are the others?"

Yan Nuo: "Sent to the human world."

Yun Zhe was puzzled and wanted to ask, but was pulled into his arms by the person behind him, Yan Yi said bluntly, "What's the matter?"

Yan Nuo shook his head: "The Yin Qi has been gathering for more than a month, and it still hasn't come out."

Yan Yi pondered, he never knew that there was such a place in the broken incense stick, let alone who the two people were talking about, and he didn't ask any more questions when they heard them playing charades.

Yan Nuo's eyes fell on Yun Zhe, this person is from the heavenly realm, he should have been sent to the human realm or sent back to the heavenly realm, but he is also the longest-working employee in Po Xiangjian, the boss seems to trust him very much , there are two more people who are not hiding their intimacy now, so they should be trusted people.

As soon as the inspecting line of sight moved to another place, the entire sea blue space shook violently. Yan Yi was stunned, and subconsciously protected the person in his arms. The cold air around him suddenly surged towards the direction of the tunnel. Yin Qi poured into the same place like a funnel at the same time, like a storm howling, Yunzhe only felt the roar in his ears, and his brain would explode in an instant.

He suddenly understood that the boss sent other people to the human world, perhaps not out of distrust, but because of the current situation, if it weren't for the god who lived in a cold place for a long time, it might be unbearable.

Yan Yi let go of her yin energy to cover the person in her arms, looking in the direction of the tunnel, her eyes were red.

After more than an hour, the raging storm gradually subsided. Cracks appeared on the tunnel wall in front of it, as if it might collapse at any time. Yun Zhe rubbed the stinging ears and looked intently at the tunnel that had lost its brilliance. , a figure gradually appeared.

The man had loose silver hair, a light blue jade pendant on his forehead, tea-golden pupils drooping, a light blue velvet robe, snow-white wings and feathers gathered, and a gloomy face. For several months, Yun Zhe had no intention of reminiscing about the old days, and his eyes fell on the dog skin plaster behind the boss.

Human-shaped dog skin plaster, with both hands in front of the boss, one hand slipped into the robe from the fleece collar, and the other hand clasped his chin. Although the person being molested had an ugly face, he did not resist.

As if aware of the presence of outsiders, the dog skin plaster raised his head and smiled freely: "Hey! Come to pick me up?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Ruffian in ruffian, a face that deserves to be beaten.

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