After coaxing old enemies into avatars

The lingering water mist is moist and unreal, covering the field of vision like a veil, and the silhouettes of two people are hidden in it, adding a wonderful sense of distance.

It was two or three meters away, but Sheng Huaizhao could already feel that the person on the opposite side had opened his eyes and was looking at him.

Silence, coldness, definitely not the calmness that Xiaokuibao would have.

Sheng Huaizhao narrowed his eyelashes a little, and when he tried to look at Yun Jian through the mist, he found that he had turned his face sideways.

The warm spring water greatly relieved the pain of the wound, Sheng Huaizhao hesitated for a moment, and walked slowly while supporting the shore.

Ripples swayed from the chest, and the red wedding dress floating on the water seemed to come from Sheng Huaizhao's blood, seeping into Yun Jian's field of vision.

He heard the probing sentence with a frivolous smile: "Little husband?"

Raising his eyes, he first saw a small stream of water hit Sheng Huaizhao's collarbone along the ripples, and the thin red gauze ran aground between the beautiful collarbones. Perhaps because of his thinness, there was a shallow bay of water in the collarbone, reflecting the The shattered light of the aura on the surface of the spring.

Yun Jian staggered his eyes.

Sheng Huaizhao had a bad idea, he didn't care about his eyes at all, and only asked, "Can you move?"

Yun Jian stood upright, his slender and straight figure did not sway in the water, completely different from Sheng Huaizhao's Weak Willow Fufeng.

His black eyes turned back, and he said solemnly: "You tied it?"

Sheng Huaizhao nodded innocently, raised his fingers and gently lifted the hem of the clothes in front of him, and the bit of yarn attached to the collarbone was revealed.

"Well, use my belt."

He caught the displeasure flashing across Yun Jian's face, and then he turned his head away.

Sheng Huaizhao lightly pressed his canine teeth with the tip of his tongue, holding back a triumphant smile.

Yun Jian's head, which had been raised all the time, slowly dropped a little bit, and a strand of wet hair around his face fell into the water. He seemed to try again before he said, "Untie it."

"Oh, good." Sheng Huaizhao seemed cute.

The dexterous fingertips were embedded in the middle of the belt, and when he picked it up and loosened it, the belt fell between the tiger's mouth of his right hand, but what Sheng Huaizhao untied was not the one tied to Yun Jian's wrist, but the one tied around his waist. this one.

"What are you doing?" Yun Jian reacted quickly, leaning his waist against the rock wall so as not to let himself fall into a mess, and the eyes that looked at Sheng Huaizhao instantly revealed dark meaning.

Sheng Huaizhao tilted his head: "Didn't you ask me to solve it?"

He did it on purpose.

Last night, he still remembered the grievance of being strangled by the neck and walking through the gate of hell. He has a debtor and a debtor, so he naturally has to find a chance to pay it back.

Especially when this little Bingshan showed the expression of "I see you are very upset but I have to admit that you are my wife", his feeling came.

—I might be an S.

The sudden increase in self-awareness made Sheng Huaizhao quite satisfied, and he slowly leaned against Yun Jian: "I'm tired, let me lean down."

He couldn't exert himself, and it was very hard just standing. If he had to lean against the uneven stone wall to soak in the hot spring for half an hour, his back would probably be covered in bruises after soaking.

So, he came to find a personal meat cushion.

As the strange touch approached, Yun Jian's body slowly tensed up. He is a sword cultivator. Although he is not very old, every part of his body has been trained to be quite strong. His muscles are stretched and beautiful, with a vigorous vitality. angry.

Sheng Huaizhao was different from him, he was just a mortal, and he used to do the rough work of chopping wood and fetching water in Sheng's mansion. He was barely hungry, compared to Yun Jian, he was weak.

Yun Jian looked down at that arm, clearly in his mind the movement of tearing him apart was visualized, but he couldn't help but look at... why is his wrist bone so small.

Sheng Huaizhao ignored the people behind him, and after slowly washing away the bloody smell from his chest, he found that his feet were numb from standing for a long time.

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit him, and he was in a bad mood, but one hand was lightly placed on his waist, and he was gently supported back.

Sheng Huaizhao's back was pressed against Yun Jian's arms, as if he had been drawn into a slightly warmer shadow.

Looking at the knuckle hand clasped around his waist, Sheng Huaizhao supported the rock wall to distance himself: "When did you let go?"

Yun Jian picked up the red belt from the water, with ironic indifference: "Just now."

Seeing his cold eyes, Sheng Huaizhao felt as if he would survive a catastrophe... It felt like he would be choked if he took a step too late.

He retracted his belt and supported the rock wall cautiously: "Enough soaking, I'll go up first."

Yun Jian didn't respond, he seemed to be concentrating on one spot, but his peripheral vision followed the red clothes drifting away.

Sheng Huaizhao was still very weak, he walked slowly while climbing the rock wall with his hands, staggered every step, sank into the water several times, choked on half of the water and then stood up and coughed twice.

He was also weak when he coughed, and the end of his eyes and the tip of his nose were light red.

After everything calmed down, Yun Jian slowly opened his eyes, only the unfinished ripples remained by the pool.

The man said it was his wife.

But the sword cultivator asked with all his heart, even if he is a demon cultivator, how can he be moved by love and desire...

magic repair?

Yun Jian was slightly stunned, raised his hand to look at the strangle marks on his wrist, his deep red eyes were chilling.

Sheng Huaizhao held on all the way, until Zhuanjiao met Mingshun before he gave up all his strength.

Mingshun was startled: "You can't walk by yourself, you should call me..."

"It's okay, help me back." Sheng Huaizhao breathed slightly anxiously.

If it was Mingshun, based on the character of that iceberg, he didn't even know if he would be able to get out alive.

At the entrance of the cave, Mingshun said softly: "When I was meditating just now, I thought of the medical books I read before. The condition of Master Yun should be the disease of leaving the soul."

Sheng Huaizhao also guessed that Yun Jian should have a split personality after changing the demon core. At present, there are only two personalities, Kuibao and Bingshan, but no matter what, the hero has replaced him as the demon king.

Thinking of this, Sheng Huaizhao thought deeply: "Can I tell Yun Jian about the dementia disease?"

Mingshun shook his head: "It's best not to."

Suffering from the disease of leaving the soul is a precursor to the cultivator's madness. There was once a great power in the cultivation world who also suffered from the disease of leaving the soul. After knowing that the body does not belong to him completely, he tried every means to eradicate the strange soul in his body. Impaired and insane a hundred years later hanged himself.

Sheng Huai Zhao heard the words and was silent for a moment.

He really believed that Bingshan could kill the crying bag in order to occupy his body, and told the crying bag... What if he cried more severely?

Since you can't say it, you can only run away.

Sheng Huaizhao asked again: "Little monk, your master should have given you some token and asked you to find some sect?"

According to the routine, this kind of only Miao Miao who has been exterminated will carry a few tokens or tokens of the sect.

Sure enough, Mingshun nodded: "My master asked me to go to head Lin of the Yanfeng Sect."

Sheng Huaizhao smiled, "Take me one."

Mingshun didn't react: "Yes, but you are not..."

Sheng Huaizhao quietly raised his hand to cover his mouth, as if whispering to him: "He snatched me here by force."

Mingshun was shocked: "Really? But I think he treats you..."

Before the two whispered, a figure at the door came in with the cold wind.

Sheng Huaizhao and Mingshun tacitly watched each other.

Before Yun Jian came in, he thought of the "Little Husband" last night, and his face sank again. He walked past Mingshun as if nothing was happening, and leaned against Sheng Huaizhao.

Sheng Huaizhao was guilty, subconsciously asked: "Are you cold?"

Yun Jian ignored his question and read the formula to dry the wetness on his body.Sheng Huaizhao turned around and closed his eyes just to make fun of himself.

The cave returned to silence in the deep night.

With the blessing of medicinal baths and herbs, although Sheng Huaizhao's foundation is still weak, he has begun to recover slowly.

"He's fine, and I'm almost recovered." Under the noon sun, Yun Jian sat on a small wooden pier, fiddled with a piece of herbal medicine and whispered.

Mingshun was still not used to his personality change during the day and night, so he nodded vigilantly and cautiously.

When he was about to answer, Sheng Huaizhao said, "I'm so hungry, why don't we go out to a small town nearby to have a meal?"

He couldn't help Mingshun leaving like this.

Yun Jian pressed the corners of his lips aggrievedly, and whispered, "Isn't my cooking delicious?"

"I just want to eat." Sheng Huaizhao was not lying. Since changing his spiritual core, no matter how much food Yun Jian found for him, he was still vaguely hungry.

It seems that the stomach has not been filled all the time, and it groans every now and then.

Yun Jian has already made a bigu, and the young monk can pick two wild fruits to dawdle, but he can't.

Mingshun also nodded: "You have injuries, you should have a balanced diet."

Seeing that the little crying bag was still hesitating, Sheng Huaizhao slowly sat up and took his hand: "Really, why don't you go out and have a look?"

Take a look before you have a chance to run.

The little crying bag has always been led away by him, so he can only nod.

Sheng Huaizhao's calculations were very loud, and Mingshun, the only holy father who created the world, would definitely help him escape.

He has to create opportunities.

When being hugged by Yun Jian, the system of Zhihai whispered: Host, didn't Yun Jian say that he will protect you well?Why do you have to leave him?

Sheng Huaizhao asked back, "Why didn't you run away? Do you think that Bingshan at night believes in the lies I made up?"

Yun Jian is now kept in the dark.If one day he remembered everything, shouldn't Sheng Huaizhao be broken into nine pieces?

The system quieted down, but Mingshun beside him had a voice: "Stop! Someone!"

Yun Jian's footsteps paused slightly, followed him to turn around, and sure enough, he saw a green robe on the hill below his feet.

The white lotus sleeve pattern and the emerald green sword fringe are the disciples of Yanfeng Sect.

When Mingshun landed, he found that he was dying.

"Benefactor, benefactor!" Mingshun patted his face lightly and gave him a palm of spiritual energy, "Are you okay?"

The man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes in pain: "Hui, Hui Zongmen..."

Mingshun hurriedly stood him up: "Okay, I'm going to the Yanfeng School, I'll take you with me."

Yun Jian watched silently from the side, obviously not planning to lend a helping hand.

But the hand hanging by his side was lightly shaken. He lowered his head and saw Sheng Huai's full gaze: "They are so pitiful, why don't we give them a ride?"

Yun Jian lowered his eyes, gently squeezed his fingertips: "...But lady, the Yanfeng faction is still two mountains away from here."

"Then it's even more important to give it away." Sheng Huaizhao said firmly, "A good man will do his best to the end, not to mention that he is still so seriously injured, we should lend a helping hand."

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Huaizhao felt a slight pain in his palm, which was lightly pressed by Yun Jian's fingertips.

A thin layer of mist slowly appeared in the eyes of the little crying bag who was good at jealousy.

He said aggrievedly: "But the Yanfeng Sect is the righteous way, and I am the Demon Cultivator."

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As a student ruffian who transferred from a top class and was ignorant and gag, Xiao Sheng succeeded in leading ① the indifferent class leader Xiao Yun ② the well-behaved and obedient study committee member Xiao Ming (?)