When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

At the foot of the cemetery,

The dark clouds receded, and the crescent moon shrouded in the clouds finally loomed again, and the sound of Shigui Yecry could be heard from time to time among the bushes.

"Finally let me catch you!" Zhou Yue seemed to let out a bad breath, he turned the black shadow into a mist and locked it in his gourd gossip bottle,

"Sure enough, as I expected, this four-image illusion is the last dying struggle of the thousand-faced demon fox. Once the four-image illusion is broken, it has nothing to do."

Speaking of this, he turned around and looked to both sides, and asked with concern after seeing the figures of Yan Qing'an and He Heng:

"How are you all doing?"

"Ah."

He Heng's voice sounded muffled, and he didn't seem very interested. He reached out and brushed the dust off his sleeves, but subconsciously glanced at Yan Qing'an from the corner of his eye.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qing'an seemed to be looking at him as well. With this glance, the eyes of the two met unexpectedly.

The moment he saw the man's big fluffy ears, a background sound automatically sounded in Yan Qing'an's mind,

"Ma'am, our dog son is so beautiful~"

"Our Dog Son"

"Dog Son"

This look directly made Yan Qing'an's face turn red.

Although Yan Qing'an still can't remember his past identities and can't figure out what the relationship between him and He Heng is, but in the illusion, the emotion that makes people blush, heart beats faster, and is called "like" has been completely preserved. down.

He immediately turned his head away in a panic, not daring to look at He Heng again.

But I can't help but think in my mind

If it is just an assumption that they are really together, can they not have a dog son?

After realizing these strange thoughts of her own, Yan Qing'an felt that she was completely hopeless.

He picked up his sword and accelerated his speed with some resignation, walked directly to the front of the crowd, cleared his voice, and said in that unemotional tone:

"Since the monster has been caught, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, so go back as soon as possible."

"Okay, Daoist Yan." Zhou Yue nodded sharply, and quickly followed the opponent's pace.

At this time, he was completely immersed in the joy of finally catching the monster, and he was unaware of the intricate thoughts of the two people around him.

As for He Heng, he dragged himself to the end, drooping his ears and tail, and looked confused.

When he thought of the scenes he saw in the illusion, he couldn't arouse his interest.

If Yan Qing'an hadn't met his apprentice, the other party should have broken through the tenth level of Huayang Sword Art by now, and became an existence admired by everyone, instead of being restricted by the whole body and burdened with unwarranted accusations like now. all the efforts go in vain

In fact, the fox demon told him that there is actually a way to return the inner alchemy to Yan Qing'an, the key is whether he wants to or not.

This was originally the other party's property, and He Heng had no reason not to return it. Even if he didn't have Yan Qing'an's inner alchemy, he wouldn't be swallowed by his own demon energy, but after being completely enchanted, there would be no room for him in the world of cultivation.

and,

If the master has really practiced the ruthless way, then he can't be with himself, right?

Thinking of this, He Heng's ears drooped even more.

Thinking back to the scene where Yan Qing'an turned his head when he saw him just now, He Heng felt that Yan Qing'an probably hated him to death.

If he really hid the method and didn't return the inner alchemy to him, Yan Qing'an might have been kept in the dark for the rest of his life, and he would definitely not do anything to him because of his soft temper.

But is this really good?

The tenth level of Huayang Sword Art is the goal that the opponent has pursued for more than 20 years. Even if he wants to give up, it should be his own decision, and he has no right to interfere.

Besides, you don't have to be together if you like it. Thinking of this, He Heng flicked his tail twice, anyway.

This life is very short, and it will pass as soon as you close your eyes and open them.

As long as I return the inner alchemy to him, and settle the matter with the Demon Cult, then Yan Qingan's blackening value should automatically drop, right?

on the way home,

He Heng and Yan Qing'an did not fly back to the sect with Yujian, but took a ride with several members of the Lingshan School.

At this time, above the vast nine heavens, a wooden boat flapped its wooden wings on both sides of the boat to shuttle between the amiable clouds, shoulder to shoulder with the birds.

This is the unique forging technique of the Lingshan School. They inject spiritual energy into the forged items. After the forging is completed, the blacksmith will directly use the spiritual power to manipulate the items. The mechanical woodwork of the Lingshan School has always been "ingenious". say.

In the cabin, Zhou Yue and the others were playing cards while communicating with their friends in the spirit realm. Several people were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere seemed very lively for a while.

But He Heng sat alone on the outside of the deck, lowered his head and caressed his sword hilt, the hair on both sides of his cheeks was blown rustlingly by the wind, he didn't know what was on his mind.

Yan Qing'an also noticed the depression of the other party along the way, mainly because his tail and ears were too conspicuous, and the fluffy ones almost dragged to the ground.

When passing the cabin, Zhou Yue greeted him warmly,

"Does Daoist Yan want to come and play together?"

"No, you play." Yan Qing'an shook his head at him, then walked towards the deck, holding a puppy folded out of colored paper in his hand.

For some reason, Yan Qing'an suddenly knew a lot of origami since he came out of the illusion. He didn't have to think about it when he was given a piece of paper, and he could fold a few small animals directly.

I don't know who I learned from?

the other side,

He Heng was still "caressing" his long sword secretly, he thought to himself,

Is this the fate of sword cultivators?

Sure enough, the swordsman should not have love in his heart.

Thinking of this, he looked at the long sword and muttered to himself:

"Don't worry, I will treat you well in the future. After all, we are the only ones left to depend on each other."

At this moment, something was stuffed into his arms suddenly, and a shadow cast over his eyes.

He Heng looked up and saw Yan Qing'an standing in front of him in some surprise,

"Who are the only two left?"

"Master" He Heng squeaked and changed the subject, raised the origami puppy in his arms and looked at it for a moment, "What is this?"

Yan Qing'an stretched out his fingertips and pinched the puppy's ears, making the other's drooping ears stand up.

"Don't you think it looks like you?"

"The ears are almost attached to the scalp."

"Like" He Heng is still immersed in the grief of being accompanied by the sword for a lifetime, and the answer is also weak,

"Although, I am a wolf, not a dog."

The moment Yan Qing'an heard this, he was taken aback.

Yes, he is a wolf.

Why did he break a dog out?

Then his gaze moved down slowly, and finally stopped on He Heng's big gray ears.

At this moment, a very philosophical question suddenly appeared in his mind, and its complexity was no less than the modern Goldbach's conjecture.

Rubbing her chin with her fingertips, Yan Qingan thought thoughtfully,

Although he does look like a wolf, is he really a wolf?

just in case

at this time,

A thought jumped through his mind like lightning,

What if he was actually a wolfhound? !

Then the truth of the fact that they will have a dog child will be solved.

He Heng watched Yan Qing'an's expression turn from dazed to confused, and finally turned into a kind of sudden enlightenment after deciphering the truth.

Before he could figure out what happened, the other party had already sat beside him, grabbed the ears on the top of his head and began to study.

The ear feels itchy when someone pinches it, but Yan Qing'an's fingers are slender and cool to the touch, which is not annoying.

On the surface, He Heng let the other party pull like a big dog who gave up struggling, but in private, he still held the sword even tighter. He cursed in his heart,

Master is really disgusting. They are all people who want to practice the way of ruthlessness, and they always touch others.

Now I keep touching his ears, but I don't want to be responsible to him after touching.

Sure enough, none of the sword repair men are good things!

"Hey, it's strange." Yan Qing'an didn't notice his small thoughts, but concentrated on trying to solve the doubts in his heart, but after studying for a long time, he couldn't find a definite answer.

Next second,

It seemed that it had encountered the airflow layer suddenly, and the spirit ship jolted violently, causing everyone in the cabin to stagger and fall around.

"Well!"

Under the violent bumps, Yan Qing'an couldn't sit still and staggered. In desperation, he hugged He Heng's waist, and almost threw half of his body into the other's arms.

A layer away, Yan Qing'an could feel the warmth from the other person's body. Leaning on He Heng's strong chest, he moved his fingertips frantically, and inadvertently scratched He Heng's collarbone.

Looking up along the sharp jaw line of the other party, followed by the tall nose bridge, followed by his thick long eyelashes that were half hanging, and finally Yan Qing'an suddenly met a pair of deep eyes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He could almost hear his own deafening heartbeat.

The moment the four eyes met, Yan Qing'an's eyes were a little cramped, and then his long eyelashes trembled twice, and his eyes dodged.

At this moment, his heart was filled with a thought, that is,

He Heng is quite comfortable to hold.

If we are together, can we hug like this every day?

After realizing his absurd thoughts, Yan Qing'an's back froze. He was engaged in a complicated psychological struggle like a kitten that knocked over something and sneaked away.

What are you thinking?

Forget it!

It's just that the brain doesn't listen at all

The little black devil whispered in the ear,

How can we be together again?

Is it okay to confess?

And on the other side,

Wake up!Yan Qingan, he is your apprentice!

just,

How to confess?

Is it enough to just say "I like you"?

During Yan Qing'an's battle between heaven and man,

He Heng was hugged by the other party without moving, his expression was calm, but in fact the muscles all over his body tensed up, and his clenched fingertips were about to crush the cast iron scabbard.

He looked down at Yan Qing'an's slightly red face and the back of his neck like white jade, trying to convince himself that there was nothing good about Yan Qing'an.

What's so good about a man who cultivates swords?

He doesn't like Master if he is irresponsible after touching and hugging him!

Except that he has big eyes, skin, white lips, good-looking, good-looking voice, good-natured and soft-tempered. It is to try to cook what he likes to eat. I used to wait for him to come home every night no matter how late. Sometimes I would happily throw myself into his arms when I saw him.

There is no better place, right?

It seems that it is not bad to be with your own sword?

Thinking of this, He Heng looked down at his cold long sword.

hateful!

This day is over.