When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

Before Xie Shi landed on the ground, before he had time to stand still, he wrapped his hands around Yan Yu's neck, rubbed his tender cheeks against him, and softly uttered his innermost feelings.

"Brother Xiu Ling, I'm so worried about you."

In the past, when he heard Xie Shi speak like this, Yan Yu would laugh and knock him on the back of the head, teasing him how old he was for acting like a baby.

But today, after being embraced by Xie Shi, Yan Yu fell into a strange silence.

He was tall and tall, with his hands hanging by his sides, he didn't show any intention of embracing Xie Shi back, his black eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his eyes were as dark as a silent night.

Xie Shi was immersed in the joy of his brother's well-being, and hugged the person in front of him tightly like shackles, leaning against his body, quietly feeling his every breath and heartbeat.

This fresh breath of life made Xie Shi very happy, his heart was like soaking in sour plum juice, sour with sweetness.

God knows how desperate and terrified he was when he heard the news that Yan Yu might fail to prove the Dao, as if the sky was falling.

The current scene seems to be lost and found again.

Xie Shi subconsciously hugged Yan Yu even tighter.After a while, he finally realized something was wrong with Yan Yu belatedly. He raised his head and looked at Yan Yu's face, but he looked into a pair of eyes that were as cold as a lake.

The look in his eyes was indifferent, cold and strange.

He looked at him, but his dark eyes couldn't reflect his shadow, as if he was looking at an unfamiliar person, not as intimate as before.

"Brother?" Xie Shi's fingers grabbed Yan Yu's skirt nervously, his lips moved, his voice was soft and slow, for fear of disturbing anything, "I am Xiao Shi!"

When Yan Yu heard this, his expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were completely indifferent.

His brows are sparse and cool, his black clothes are like black ink, his long hair is casually loose, and when he stands expressionless in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he looks like a real cruel devil.

In other words, as a Demon Lord, Yan Yu originally had this vicious and disrecognized appearance in front of others.

Xie Shi opened his eyes wide, brought his face close to the other person's eyes, almost touching his cheek, and shouted again in disbelief: "Brother Xiu Ling? Don't you know me? I'm Xie Shi."

The look in those black eyes was still very strange.

At this moment, Xie Shi and Yan Yu were very close, the tips of their noses were only an inch away from touching each other, and their warm breaths blended together.

Yan Yu frowned subconsciously. He didn't like to get too close to others, which would make him feel that his private territory had been violated.

So, Yan Yu looked at the "unfamiliar-looking" white-robed boy in his arms, stretched out a hand expressionlessly, and pushed him out of his arms firmly and without rejection.

Xie Shi was completely surprised by this, he couldn't accept Yan Yu's indifferent attitude towards him, he gritted his teeth, opened his arms, and stubbornly wanted to stick to him again.

Yan Yu sensed his intention, and his eyes showed warning.

Xie Shi withdrew his hand resentfully.

However, he didn't give up just yet, but stood three steps away from Yan Yu, looking at him eagerly, with a glint of water in his clear round eyes.

This demeanor combined with his handsome and fair face made him look very pitiful, as if he had been greatly wronged.

It's not that Yan Yu has never seen bitter tricks.In the face of other people's pretending to be pitiful, he was able to ignore it coldly, but for some reason, when he saw the young man in front of him looking at him with such aggrieved and tearful eyes, his always tough heart suddenly trembled, Unexpectedly, I felt a little unbearable.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, calmly turned his eyes away from Xie Shi, and deliberately kept himself from looking at him.

Xie Shi keenly noticed that his gaze was moving away, thinking that he didn't want to see him, his face became even more aggrieved, and his heart was extremely worried.

Could it be that he came late, Brother Xiu Ling has been affected by the illusion, and his mind has become blurred?

Just now he "looked" at himself with his spiritual sense, and found that except for the changes in his clothes and accessories, his face was still the same, unchanged from the illusion.

If Brother Xiu Ling's body is normal, there is no reason why he can't recognize himself.

Thinking of this, Xie Shi tightened his fingers, and looked at Yan Yu distressedly, "Xiu...can you take a closer look, who am I?"

Yan Yu didn't answer immediately.

Xie Shi was so anxious that he couldn't help but took a step forward.

Sensing his movements, Yan Yu couldn't help but took a step back, opened the distance, and said lightly: "Master Shenzi, please respect yourself! This is a battlefield!"

His voice was cold, and there was no trace of intimacy in his tone.

The more indifferent the person in front of him behaved, the more distressed and worried Xie Shi felt.

The illusion really affected Brother Xiu Ling, he thought.

At this time, Xie Shi didn't want to respect himself at all, he just wanted to quickly call back Yan Yu's sanity, let him escape from the illusion as soon as possible, and return to a safe place.

"Master Mozun," Xie Shi stumbled, he had never called Yan Yu before, and his lips and tongue were not smooth when he spoke, "Please look at me carefully. I beg you!"

The young man's voice was clear and sweet, with humble pleading in his tone, which reached Yan Yu's ears, making his heart tremble.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Yu raised his eyes, and glanced up, down, left, and right at his facial features.

In all fairness, he is very familiar with the eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth and ears, but when they are put together, they form a face that is extremely unfamiliar to Yan Yu.

He searched through his memory, but couldn't find any corresponding person.

This feeling of familiarity and strangeness made Yan Yu's eyes dim. He felt that this was very strange. He looked at the "stranger" in front of him seriously, and replied truthfully: "To be honest, I am very familiar with your facial features, but you face is unfamiliar to me."

When he heard the first half of the sentence, the hope of meeting Yan Yu appeared in Xie Shi's heart, and he was very excited, but the second half of the sentence made his heart sink suddenly, and the look in his eyes dimmed for a moment.

Was it the illusion that influenced Brother Xiu Ling's judgment?

The more Xie Shi thought about it, the more he felt that this guess was possible, and he began to think of useful countermeasures in his mind.

At the same time, Yan Yu was also deep in thought.

He was originally staying in the Demon Cultivation Base Camp, at the rear of the battlefield, but just now, his heartbeat suddenly jumped a bit, and he felt a vague attraction.

Although he couldn't tell the truth, Yan Yu still followed the guidance, came under the high wall, and looked at the son of God on the wall who gave him a strange feeling.

For some reason, he always felt that this person came for him.

Afterwards, under the astonished eyes of everyone, Yan Yu was equally astonished to see the young Xianxiu in snow clothes and jade crown jumping into his arms from the high wall.

He could have taken a step back and let the other party rush to nothing, but when he was about to act, his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, and he couldn't move, and his hands stretched out involuntarily, making a hug gesture.

When the man landed steadily, Yan Yu also felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

While recalling, Yan Yu thought: This series of reactions of his is too abnormal, has he really never seen this young Xianxiu in front of him?

Thus, such a strange scene appeared on the blood-splattered battlefield.

——Moxiu's leader and Xianxiu's hope, two people who were supposed to fight, actually stood facing each other without incident.

Both of them remained silent, with pensive expressions on their faces, but the atmosphere between them was extremely peaceful and devoid of half-heartedness.

On the high wall, Xianxiu Da Neng stood in place, looked over there, and discussed the current situation with his companions in a low voice.

"Master Shenzi, what are you doing? This old man can't understand."

"To tell you the truth, I'm also at a loss..."

"Let's talk about the first question first, why did Lord Shenzi throw himself into Demon Venerable's arms?"

Everyone on the high wall was silent for a long time, burying their heads in deep thought.This first question stumped them all.

Although they were the ones who had been urging Lord Shenzi to take action against the Demon Lord at the beginning, but when Lord Shenzi obeyed their will and began to act, they saw things turn to a very strange place.

First, Lord Shenzi jumped into the arms of Demon Venerable, then the two of them were arguing inappropriately, and now they are standing opposite each other, the atmosphere is peaceful.

It can be said that what the Son of God did during the whole process was beyond their comprehension.

On the high wall, the group of immortal cultivators discussed for a long time, but to no avail.

Xie Shi and Yan Yu in front of the battlefield were also helpless.

At this time, the war between immortals and demons has come to an end, and the magic cultivator is about to win a big victory, and is in the final siege.

Just listening to the magic cultivators summoning spirit beasts, they slammed into the closed city gate aggressively, the colorful magic light exploded like fireworks, and ripples appeared on the semicircular immortal cultivator defensive formation, and there were fragments sign.

Seeing this, the demon cultivators burst into cheers.

The loud cheers brought Yan Yu, who was in deep thought, back to his senses. He turned his head to look at the city gate that was about to be breached, and reminded in a calm voice, "My side is about to win."

Xie Shi was still not used to Yan Yu's indifferent tone towards him, so he was taken aback for a few breaths before regaining his thoughts.

"Well, indeed." He tried to keep his voice steady and composed.

Yan Yu noticed that Xie Shi was pretending to be calm, and thought that he was disturbed by the loss of Xianxiu's party, so he offered comforting words, but his tone was still very dull and unfamiliar.

"Master Shenzi, you don't have to worry too much. The demon cultivator has only captured one city, and the immortal cultivator has more than 90 cities to defend. It is not considered desperate at present."

However, for now, the strength of the demonic cultivator camp is far stronger than that of the immortal cultivator camp. It only takes a little more time for the demonic cultivator to eat up all the remaining territories of the immortal cultivator, leaving nothing behind.

The current and future victories belong to Moxiu's side.

Xie Shi tightened his fingers, looked at Yan Yu who looked at him like a stranger in front of him, and then glanced at the group of immortal cultivators on the high wall who were worried because the city was about to break down.

"Master Mozun, please wait a moment, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

After finishing speaking, Xie Shi tapped his toes and returned to the high wall as lightly as a swallow.

Standing under the high wall, Yan Yu saw from a distance that the son of god in snow-clothed jade crown was surrounded by immortal cultivators like stars holding the moon, and was concentrating on discussing matters with them.

At this time, he finally had the appearance of the Son of God, with cold eyes, no anger in every word or deed, showing nobility and holiness.

It was completely different from the attitude of the neighbor's younger brother that he showed in front of Yan Yu just now.

The former is arrogant and alienated, while the latter is gentle and clingy.

Looking at this scene, Yan Yu felt very strange in his heart, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth couldn't help evoking a smile.

Most demon cultivators have a strong possessive desire. When they see a person who only shows a special demeanor in front of them, they will also feel that they own a part of this person, and thus feel satisfied.

However, he didn't know the Son of God.

Realizing this, Yan Yu quickly restrained the slight curvature of the corners of his mouth.

Xie Shi discussed with those immortal cultivators for a long time.During this period, Yan Yu temporarily stopped the attacks of the demon cultivators and told them to rest on the spot and continue to attack the city later.

After several hours, Xianxiu finally got the result.

A messenger demon cultivator opened the tent, stepped into Yan Yu's tent, and respectfully handed the agreement letter of the immortal cultivators to Yan Yu's desk.

Yan Yu glanced at the thick peace negotiation book, but didn't open it directly.

I saw him lightly tapping the golden nanmu tabletop with his fingers, propping his chin with his hands, leaning lazily on the seat, and casually asking the subordinate in front of him: "How is the situation?"

"My lord, the immortal cultivators have limited strength, and they intend to seek peace to end the dispute, saying that they will compensate all the losses of the demon cultivators who invaded the Demon Realm before." The messenger demon cultivator responded with a bow.

Hearing this, Yan Yu chuckled a few times inexplicably, as if mocking the group of immortal cultivators who were overwhelmed.

Immediately afterwards, he continued to ask: "Since it is a peace negotiation, what is their sincerity?"

"Very sincere!"

The messenger demon cultivator couldn't hide the excitement on his face, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and he gave the highest evaluation ever to the terms proposed by the immortal cultivators.

"Oh?" Seeing such excited subordinates, Yan Yu couldn't help showing a little surprise in his eyes, and even he was a little curious about what kind of generous conditions the immortal cultivators offered.

"Immortal cultivators are not only willing to cede ten cities to the Demon Realm, enshrining millions of spirit stones, top-grade spirit weapons, and high-quality spirit pets every year, but also restrain their disciples, revoke the order to eliminate demons, and no longer intentionally harass the disciples on the grounds of experience. The demon cultivator on the edge of the demon realm." The messenger demon cultivator replied.

While listening, Yan Yu took the peace agreement on the table and played with it casually.

Whether it is the territorial spirit stone or the promise mentioned later, although they are very rich, they are too ordinary and far from enough to impress the heart of this demon king.

"Is there any more?" Yan Yu asked.

"Yes!" Thinking of this last reward, Chuanling Moxiu swallowed unconsciously, feeling excited, "They proposed a marriage, and they are willing to give the Son of God to the Lord to be a Taoist couple, and to establish an in-law relationship between immortals and Moxiu. To end the good forever."

With a snap, Yan Yu's hands froze, and the peace agreement directly crossed the edge of the table and fell heavily to the ground, with the pages scattered in a mess.

"What did you say? You say it again?"

`I didn’t know the order, so I repeated what I said just now, and also thoughtfully emphasized that the Son of God came to the Demon Realm to marry.

"Your Majesty, your Demon Palace is about to become lively." This subordinate was really happy for Yan Yu, "From now on, you will also be a Demon Cultivator with a Taoist Companion."

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