After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao didn't expect Xiaokubao to be able to stand up to this point. When he realized that he was misunderstood again, he felt a headache.

He nodded, and Yun Jian came to him with the medicine in his arms, and tenderly fed the medicine to his lips.

"Huai Zhao, you are weak, take one."

Sheng Huaizhao looked at him offering treasures, lowered his eyes slightly, and took one from his palm.

Yun Xiaogou wagged his tail and waited for him to take the medicine, but Sheng Huaizhao raised his wrist and fed the medicine to his mouth first.

"You also suffered a lot of injuries, eat one."

The sudden surprise made Yun Jian's eyes sparkle. He stared at Sheng Huaizhao's face for a moment, but his thin lips parted very cooperatively.

Sheng Huaizhao couldn't stand his sweet and obedient look, and pushed the elixir between his white teeth with slight movements of his fingertips.

But the puppy was more aggressive than he imagined, so he took the opportunity to nibble his finger, and before he could react, he quickly scratched his finger with the tip of his tongue.

Sheng Huaizhao's right hand was slightly numb, and he quickly pressed it down as if he had been electrocuted, and looked away: "...if you want to do this, you can eat it yourself."

Satisfied, Yun Jian obediently poured one into the palm of his hand, and then fed it to Sheng Huaizhao's lips: "I ate it, it's time for you, Huaizhao."

Seeing that he didn't look back, Yun Jian still seemed to coax a child: "Don't be afraid, it's sweet."

Sheng Huaizhao glanced at him, lowered his head and swallowed the elixir into his throat.

Not sweet, but not bitter either.

... How can Yun Jian be said to be sweet?

There must be something wrong with his taste buds.

The cave became quiet, and the four of them meditated one after another to adjust their breath. The effect of the heavenly elixir was very good, and even Sheng Huaizhao could feel that the broken spiritual core in his body seemed to be working suddenly.

The heat surged into the ventricle, and a stream of air flowed along his blood vessels, continuously relieving the pain in every part of his body.

This is the self-healing of monks, right?The other three with cultivation base recovered better.

After Jiang Chenxian finished recuperating, he looked at Xie Jinyi's back and covered his hands to send spiritual energy to stabilize his heart.

Feeling the disordered aura in his body, Jiang Chen couldn't hold back: "You don't have to follow me to take risks like this."

Xie Jinyi's closed eyes opened very lightly, and said in a low voice, "I am the young master's guard, I will go through life and death, and I will never hesitate to do so."

Jiang Chenxian hates this point of sword repair the most, he admits death, and is stubborn.

But he still admires this point. After all, it is precisely because of such precious stubbornness that a swordsman can reach the pinnacle with just a single sword.

"Besides, when you decided to catch the demon cultivator who disrupted the Yanfeng Sect, I already guessed it would be like this." Xie Jinyi sighed softly, "After all, in your heart, Wan Zhu is unmatched."

Jiang Chenxian was filled with guilt: "I'm sorry."

As if to divert Jiang Chenxian's negative emotions, Xie Jinyi raised his eyes and fell on Yun Jian who was not far away.

The young man is very talented, if he can get out of trouble safely on this trip, he will definitely recommend this person to his master.

After the previous misunderstanding was resolved, Xie Jinyi also understood that even though this person is a "magic cultivator", he is not an evil person who is doing harm to all directions.

He hesitated for a moment, still feeling that something was wrong.

"Dare to ask, my lord, where did you come from?"

Sheng Huaizhao, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, opened them slightly.

Who is Yun Jian's master?

When he was in the Yanfeng School, the dazed little crying bag once cried on his lap, but at that time he only cared about getting away and didn't think about anything else.

And right now the question is popping up.

If Yunjian has a master, how did his master teach such a genius, and does he know that there is Gu in his body?But now whether he is dead or alive, where are he?

How could he keep ignoring such an important thing?

He raised his eyes, trying to find some useful information from Yun Jian's outline.

"I..." But the young man in front of him just frowned, as if he couldn't find the answer, he answered after a while, "Si Hai is a teacher."

Xie Jinyi and Jiang Chenxian were extremely surprised.

Seeing the expressions of the two, Sheng Huaizhao was inexplicably proud, and added to the fire: "His talent is so high, there are not many casual cultivators in the world who are qualified to teach him."

Hearing this, Xie Jinyi's mood fluctuated slightly: "I am a teacher of Yuanxing Palace Huaiyu Xianjun. He is the No. 1 sword cultivator in the world. He loves talent like his life. If you want to study swordsmanship, Yuanxing Palace is a good place to go."

As a big disciple, Xie Jinyi naturally knew that Huai Yujian was paranoid about geniuses to the extreme, and he spent his whole life searching for people with talent for swords.

He also cherishes talent, and really doesn't want to see Yun Jian mistake his talent in evil ways.

Sheng Huaizhao lowered his eyelashes slightly, thinking that he didn't know if Xie Jinyi was a traitor, but he must be a good shovel.

At this time, he still didn't forget to scout for his teacher. If he were Huaiyu Immortal Monarch, he would be in tears.

But going to Yuanxing Palace is really a good place.

Immortal Huaiyu is number one in the world, if Yunjian can become his disciple, with the protection of Yuanxing Palace, is he afraid of sudden sudden death?

Sheng Huaizhao just wanted to agree, but the person beside him suddenly hugged his arm tightly.

Yun Jian half leaned on his shoulder, looking up at him with a pair of round and bright black eyes, with an almost soft voice: "...Huai Zhao, don't listen to his nonsense, I'm just practicing casually, and I don't just want to learn the way of swordsmanship. That’s what’s most important to me.”

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

How did I hear the tea flavor of "Don't get me wrong, he and I are just good friends, and I'm sincere to you"?

Sheng Huaizhao's cold fingertips were wrapped by Yun Jian's warm palm, and a layer of damp mist fell on his little crying pupils, and he was hesitant to speak.

Sheng Huaizhao knew at a glance that he was coming again.

"Huai Zhao, I really just practiced casually, you are much more important than the sword."

Sheng Huaizhao: "..."

He really didn't intend to compete with Jian for favor.

Although Yun Jian's tea speeches were not loud, but as a cultivator whose facial features were not sensitive and intelligent, no matter how low he pressed it, he could clearly fall into the ears of outsiders.

Jiang Chen was stunned, and Xie Jinyi couldn't hold back his cough.

Although they felt something was wrong before, but now they still want to say——

Last night, the sword cultivator who broke the crown with a single sword, was so...pretentious in private?

Jiang Chen's eyes moved unconsciously to Sheng Huaizhao, he had experienced the young man's poisonous tongue, and guessed that he was by no means a gentle and patient person, so why would Moxiu act like a spoiled child to him?

But the next moment, he saw Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand as usual, stroked Yun Jian's chin like a pet, rubbed the back of his head, and then pinched his face.

Sheng Huaizhao smiled softly: "The smell of tea is choking me, restrain yourself."

Yun Jian pursed his lips aggrievedly, and continued to pester him.

Jiang Chenxian and Xie Jinyi: "..." They couldn't understand it, and they were shocked.

The abnormal expressions of the two people behind were captured by Yun Jian from the corner of his eye, and after confirming that the two had no intention of disturbing for the time being, Yun Jian felt relieved.

But just now when he turned his head, he saw Sheng Huaizhao in front of him raising his eyes nonchalantly, as if he had taken in all his cautiousness.

The proud Xiaoyun who just pricked up his ears and wagged his tail slowly faded away, knowing that he had made a mistake, and lowered his head against his embrace.

Changing faces one set at a time.

If Xiao Bingshan knows that his other personality is like this, will he chase and kill Xiao Kuibao in anger, or will he draw his sword and kill himself in shame?

Sheng Huaizhao sighed, and gently raised his hand to pinch the back of Yun Jian's neck.

Now Yun Jian's expression relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's time to rest for a while, recharge your batteries, and strive to open the golden finger safely.

Tianjie Healing Pill has the effect of calming the nerves, and Sheng Huaizhao soon fell asleep.

When the bastard was sinking, he felt a hand gently support the side of his face, and then his head rested on a strong shoulder.

"I'll watch and take a rest when I'm tired."

Sheng Huaizhao couldn't open his eyes at all, he answered vaguely, and then fell into Yun Jian's arms.

This was the deepest sleep he had ever slept since he entered this world.

As if suddenly sinking into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, the whole person was light and light.

"elder brother……"

"elder brother……"

The girl's voice was like a needle connecting scattered consciousness, Sheng Huaizhao opened his eyes suddenly, but found himself in a suspended state.

Like a wandering soul, staying in a corner of the world, observing the world as an outsider.

Sheng Huaizhao stopped in a dilapidated modern rental house, and the girl who just called out "Brother" was being protected by another boy who was not a few years older than her.

It should be two brothers and sisters, huddled under the old bed in disgrace, as if there is only each other left in the world, hugging each other tightly.

In the living room, a group of ferocious men with sticks and knives smashed the dilapidated furniture upside down.

After knocking and beating to no avail, the leading man spat his cigarette butt on the ground and cursed a few words vulgarly.

Then another man who followed behind him poured a bucket of red paint on the wall, found a mop and wrote four big characters flying around: Debts and repayments.

The boy held his breath, and gently patted the little girl's back with his hands, as if to comfort her.

And just when the sound of footsteps dispersed sparsely, they thought they had escaped a catastrophe, a figure suddenly fell down.

Like a heavy object falling from the sky, a man landed in front of the bed, staring straight at the bottom of the bed.

thump—

The moment before seeing the man's face clearly, Sheng Huaizhao suddenly woke up from the nightmare.