A thousand-year-old enemy wakes up with me

Ye Chen fell asleep for half a month, his consciousness fluctuated, his mind was full of broken and unorganized memories, he could vaguely find himself and Jiang Zhushui in it, but he couldn't see clearly what they were doing .

And after opening his eyes, the troubled memories in his mind faded like a tide, as if everything was just an illusory dream, only the picture of the long sword piercing the chest became extremely clear.

Before Ye Chen came to remember to think about it, he was distracted by the voice next to his ear.

"Luguang has been asleep for a long time."

Ye Chen turned his head and saw Jiang Zhushui, he was a little too late to realize that he had returned to the mortal world.

"Let go." The little devil bluntly patted the hand around his waist.

Jiang Zhushui didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter, "Liu Guang scared me."

The man's voice sounded a little hoarse, and his eyebrows and eyes were also stained with fatigue. Ye Chen remembered that he was always warm and comfortable when he was sleeping - it was Jiang Zhushui who protected him with his soul.

It was rare for Ye Chen not to show his temper, but whispered: "I'm tired from lying down."

Jiang Zhushui skillfully and naturally arranged cushions for the little devil so that the little devil could sit comfortably.

"My lord has seen it, stab me with your sword." Ye Chen proudly nodded Jiang Zhushui, with an expression of finally catching Jiang Zhushui's braid.

Jiang Zhushui tightened his arms subconsciously, he looked at Ye Chen silently, and said hoarsely after a long time: "Liu Guang should be angry and blame me."

"What's the matter?" Ye Chen didn't know why, "Now we're even."

Jiang Zhushui stared at Ye Chen closely, the little devil's expression was frank, without any reluctance, obviously not angry words.

What Ye Chen said was what he thought in his heart.

"How can it be evened..."

Ye Chen thought that Jiang Zhushui was asking a sincere question, and explained with his fingers: "The orthodoxy collapsed and you saved my life. I owed you. Now you kill me again. Of course we..."

"That's different!"

Jiang Zhushui's sudden angry shout startled the little devil, "...it's even."

It was rare for Jiang Zhushui to lose his composure, and when he heard Ye Chen's nonsensical words, his heart ignited uncontrollably.

When he was in the underworld, not only Ye Chen recognized who was holding the sword, but Jiang Zhushui himself also recognized it.Ye Chen was stimulated by the Sansheng Stone to see the memory of his previous life, and Jiang Zhushui also saw it.

Ye Chen should blame him and hate him, instead of saying something even!

Demons have no heart at all.

Someone's voice sounded in his head, repeating over and over again like a spell.

A red light flashed occasionally in Jiang Zhushui's eyes, and even the little devil was a little surprised by the huge evil thoughts coming from him.

He hesitated for a moment, picked up Jiang Zhushui's face, nibbled on the latter's lips, and tasted the freshly baked food.

It's not tasty, it's really bitter.

The picky little demon king frowned and was about to back away, but the back of his head was held down the next moment, so he could only passively bear the bitter demonic thoughts.

After being let go, Ye Chen felt that the root of his tongue was bitter.

Jiang Zhushui: "This kind of thing can't be done with addition and subtraction, there is no such thing as evenness."

Ye Chen's eyes widened: "I don't blame you, are you still not happy?"

Jiang Zhushui is too strange!

"I don't want to read these broken books that are full of words!" Ye Chen pushed the books that were piled up on the table into a hill.

"No, I have to watch it," Jiang Zhushui said ruthlessly, "I have to read everything. If I don't read it, I won't have new clothes, and I won't be able to eat my desires."

"You you you!" Ye Chen stood up angrily, he pointed at Jiang Zhushui with disbelief on his face, but Jiang Zhushui's attitude was firm, and he showed no sign of letting go.

Jiang Zhushui's two dead spots were held tightly by Jiang Zhushui. Ye Chen sat down even though he was reluctant. He picked up a copy of "Intimate Relationship" and opened the first page angrily.

The densely packed small characters stunned the little devil. Although his eyes fell on the book, he didn't actually read a single word.

What's the matter with these words? He knows every word clearly, but why can't he understand them when they are combined together?

This king wants to read the script, not to study human emotions!

Angrily, the little devil king grabbed the sour plum juice on the table and took a big sip. He looked up at Jiang Zhushui and saw that the latter still had a cold and indifferent expression. His heart was bubbling with grievances, "You have changed. Will force me to read."

Jiang Zhushui: "But I will force you to practice swords."

The little devil was silent for a moment, remembering the painful time in Tianjianmen, Jiang Zhushui was forced to practice sword with this expression at that time.

"Look, it's better to practice swords!" Ye Chen clapped the book vigorously, accusing Jiang Zhushui of being ruthless, "Is this what human beings like!"

Jiang Zhushui laughed angrily at these words, he lifted Ye Chen's chin, and kissed, "Return to me?"

Ye Chen: "..."

It's over, I really can't eat at all!Jiang Zhushui is going to starve this king to death!

Regret, if I had known that Jiang Zhushui's soul could hide all the evil thoughts, this king would not have let him out!

If I knew it earlier, I would have eaten more that day. Although it is a bit bitter, I can still eat it.

"I'm very angry now, very angry, super angry! Even if you give me the new clothes made by Phoenix, we won't even be equal!"

Ye Chen still wanted to save his new clothes, but after hearing Jiang Zhushui's sneer, the little devil knew that his new clothes were useless.

It's okay not to be angry, and it's okay to be angry, why is Jiang Zhushui so difficult to serve!

Ye Chen glared at Jiang Zhushui for several times before lowering his head in resignation, against the book in his hand.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhushui also turned on the computer to handle the work.

Ye Chen's attention was not on the book at all, and he used his peripheral vision to keep chasing the river, and when the latter felt the eyes falling on him and raised his eyes, he hurriedly moved away.

Damn, it seems that this king can't beat Jiang Zhushui now.

Ye Chen felt that he had returned to the time when he was enslaved by Jiang Zhushui thousands of years ago. Before dawn, he had to get out of bed to practice his sword, and even scolded him for his improper attitude after practicing sword...

No, I can't just admit defeat like this!

Ye Chen's eyes sharpened, and he stood up suddenly.

Jiang Zhushui raised his head and stopped what he was doing, "Why, finished reading?"

The little devil shook his head aggrievedly. He didn't give Jiang Zhushui a chance to speak, and threw himself into the latter's arms: "I don't understand, I really don't understand, don't be a devil."

He looked up at Jiang Zhushui, with tears in his eyes, and a bit of grievance in his golden eyes, as if silently accusing Jiang Zhushui of being too good.

Jiang Zhushui was really bluffed by Ye Chen for a moment, but when he saw the cunning in the little devil's eyes, he immediately woke up.

Demons are the best at deceiving people's hearts, and they can easily grasp the weaknesses in people's hearts. Ye Chen knew that Jiang Zhushui couldn't bear his sadness, so he was so presumptuous and arrogant.

"You can lie." The man lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingertips on Ye Chen's neck.This time is too sober.

A chuckle escaped his throat, "Little liar."

The author has something to say:

Do not underestimate the devil.