After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Mingshun was originally waiting with Xie Jinyi in the hall, but Yun Jian came with a murderous intent, as if he was about to start a war at any moment, and Xie Jinyi who was guarding the door was the first to bear the brunt.

The guards of Mian'an guarded the gate of the Yueyue Palace one after another, but Xie Jinyi ordered them not to hurt anyone in front of them.

Mingshun tried his best to stop Yun Jian, and tried his best to explain that Sheng Huaizhao was not in danger of his life, but he still barely stopped him.

Fortunately, Sheng Huaizhao came out.

All the hostility around the young man seemed to disappear in an instant, and Xie Jinyi watched him calm down quickly.

"...Huai Zhao." Yun Jian's voice sounded more and more pitiful, "Why are you here?"

It doesn't feel good to be the focus at all, Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand to beckon him: "Why don't you take a good rest?"

He just wanted Xiao Kuibao to come over, but he didn't expect Yun Jian to jump into his arms like a little flying squirrel: "Where have you been, and where is this place..."

He staggered two steps back and nearly fell, only then remembered that Little Crying Bag had no memory related to Mian'an Xiandao, and naturally he was very anxious when he woke up and couldn't see him.

Slightly loosening Yun Jian's hand, Sheng Huaizhao silently acquiesced, sticking to his side with the little flying squirrel.

Although Jiang Chenxian vaguely guessed the relationship between the two, he couldn't help but frowned when he heard Yun Jian's words.

If it is said that Yun Jian's performance in Demon Realm only surprised him, then Yun Jian's current performance is a bit unreasonable.

He was the one who defeated the Leya Palace himself. It stands to reason that he should know this place the best, but now why doesn't he know where it is?

He looked at Sheng Huaizhao, but the young man in front of him didn't respond, he just patted the back of Yun Jian's head in a comforting manner.

"I'm fine, don't worry, my clothes are messed up."

Sheng Huaizhao patiently helped Xiaokuibao fasten his belt, and felt a little uncomfortable when touching this piece of excellent fabric.

...There are quite a few things that have happened around the "belt".

The guards guarding the door were dismissed by Jiang Chenxian. He glanced at Xie Jinyi and roughly guessed the previous situation.

When Jiang Chen looked back, he found that the young man stuck behind Sheng Huaizhao had a pair of quiet black pupils, like a predator waiting for an opportunity, and he had a panoramic view of his small movements.

Xie Jinyi subconsciously stood in front of Jiang Chenxian, blocking this malicious gaze.

It was the first time for the young master of the Jiang family to feel threatened. Seeing that the atmosphere was tense again, he coughed lightly and stopped talking: "What I mentioned earlier, Huai... Mr. Sheng, you..."

"It's okay, just call me whatever you want." Sheng Huaizhao also tilted his shoulders back and smiled, "He doesn't feel safe, and he's causing trouble for Young Master Jiang."

"You don't need to look outside." Jiang Chenxian looked at Yun Jian's bandaged wounds, and frowned, "There is a spiritual spring in Mian'an, which helps to heal the wound, wash the marrow, and warm up the spiritual energy. You two might as well go take a dip now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the system followed up: "Master, the spiritual spring of Mian'an is more effective than that of Shiwai Mountain. You happen to be weak, so hurry up and soak for a while."

It checked Sheng Huaizhao's physical condition when he felt chest pain, and it was indeed not optimistic as the medical sister said.

It is difficult to repair the broken spiritual core, but if you can make your body stronger, you can prolong your life to some extent.

"Then I would like to thank Young Master Jiang for his kindness." Sheng Huaizhao followed suit, "I plan to go to Mian'an for a walk tonight. Is it convenient?"

"Naturally," Jiang Chen said softly, "You are honored guests of Mian'an, so you don't have to be cautious, just go as you please."

Jiang Chenxian asked Zhan Ao to come and lead people to Lingquan, Sheng Huaizhao thanked the people in front of him, gave Mingshun a look, and the three of them left from Yueyue Palace.

Yun Jian followed by his side, secretly glanced in Mingshun's direction several times, and felt uncomfortable seeing him standing side by side with Sheng Huaizhao, so he unconsciously quickened his pace and leaned close to Sheng Huaizhao's side.

And secretly clutching the hem of Sheng Huaizhao's clothes, trying to show that he is the one who is closer.

All these little tricks that he thought were concealed fell into Sheng Huaizhao's eyes, and he couldn't help sighing as he reflected his clever and self-satisfied expression in his peripheral vision.

Yun Jian was cautious, as if he was afraid that he would draw the attention of the people in front of him, and when he secretly planned to go back to the side hall and let go, Sheng Huaizhao gently squeezed his cool palms together.

Yun Jian loosened the corner of his clothes, and held hands with Sheng Huaizhao instead.

Mingshun followed the two of them, Huangshen walked a little slower, and when he regained his composure and quickened his pace, he saw the interlocking knuckles of the two.

He coughed lightly: "Well, I heard that there is also a medicine garden in Mian'an, and I wanted to visit it before. You need to warm up when you are injured, so I won't follow."

Zhan Ao understood clearly, and handed Mingshun a guiding tablet.

Sheng Huaizhao let out a long sigh, Xiao Mingshun witnessed everything, and took great pains to let the two of them be alone, which was enough to move the world in anyone's eyes.

"This is the Lingquan, if you need to summon it with a jade card." Zhan Ao turned sideways, and the barrier of the Lingquan seemed to sense the two of them, opening a hole.

Entering the barrier, Sheng Huaizhao lightly raised his wrist, and placed the interlocking hands of the two in front of Yun Jian.

"When do you want to hold it?"

"You're gone, I'm worried, so I want to hold on longer." Yun Jian reluctantly let go, and asked in a low voice, "How can you let him call you Huai Zhao?"

Sheng Huaizhao reacted for a moment before realizing that he was talking about Jiang Chenxian.

It doesn't matter to him, it's better to be called by name than Mr. Sheng.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yun remonstrated again, "Huai Zhao."

"It's just for convenience," Sheng Huaizhao poked his face lightly, "don't worry so much."

Yun Jian followed behind him step by step, wanted to sulk, but had to force himself not to care.

He hesitated to speak for several times, because he was afraid that Sheng Huaizhao would get angry, so he simply changed the topic: "We were not in the Demon Realm before, where is this?"

Sheng Huaizhao actually had some headaches, and when he had to change his ways to explain the situation to Yunjian, he straightened his words: "When you were unconscious, Xie Jinyi's master Huai Yujian opened the Demon Realm and rescued us. .”

"Huaiyu Sword Lord?" Yun Jian pondered for a while, "The Yuanxing Palace Immortal Lord who aspires to conquer the world and intimidates the world?"

"Do you have an impression of him?"

Yun Jian nodded: "He is very strong."

Huai Yujian is famous all over the world, and everyone knows that his name is too normal.

The spiritual spring in Mian'an is comparable to a [-]A resort, with misty white mist and aura permeating it, just standing here is refreshing.

Sheng Huaizhao turned around subconsciously: "Will you feel uncomfortable?"

Yun Jian is a demon cultivator, and most of the places with abundant aura make him uncomfortable.

The little crying bag just shook his head: "I don't feel anything."

It is so gentle that the demon cultivator can accept it. The spiritual spring here is really suitable for a sick and weak person like Sheng Huaizhao to soak in.

"If you're not used to it, just wait by the pool." Sheng Huaizhao lightly rubbed his shoulders and stepped into the water.

Since wearing the book, he has basically spent every day with injuries, almost no time for the wound to heal. Now that he is finally free, it is naturally impossible for him to miss this opportunity to relax.

He untied his coat casually by the pool, and stepped into the water with only his middle coat on.

The bottom of the pool is covered with round and flat spirit stones, which balance the water temperature and relieve fatigue.

Sheng Huaizhao's hair was tied casually, and was soon soaked into strands sticking to the side of his face.

System: Host, how do you feel?

Sheng Huaizhao: It seems that a group of elves with needles and threads are sewing up the wounds on my rag doll.

system:……

It's okay to describe myself as a rag doll.

The effect of Lingquan was better than expected, and Sheng Huaizhao soon became a little drowsy, half leaning against the edge of the pool.

After lying on the ground for an unknown amount of time, the sound of gurgling water pierced his ears, and Sheng Huaizhao's wet eyelashes slightly opened, and what he saw was Yun Jian leaning over the pool.

The little crying bag smoothed the wet hair that blocked his sight behind his ears, and said softly, "I want to soak too."

Sheng Huaizhao slowly stood up straight and yawned: "It's such a big pool, you can soak wherever you want."

The person in front of him didn't reply, he lazily raised his eyes, and what he saw was Yun Jian's grievance: "I want to be with you."

System: Host, how did I find out that you seem to like to lure little crying bag to tell the truth?

Little Crying Bag said he wanted to soak, but obviously he didn't really want to go to the pool. He knew it clearly, but he always made people blush.

Only then did Sheng Huaizhao realize that he seemed to be a bit used to bullying people like this, so he reflected symbolically, and then raised his hand: "Pull me."

Yun Jian hugged him along his wrists, the pool water was warm, and the white shirt was pressed against Sheng Huaizhao's chest. His white collarbone was like snow in midwinter, exuding a fragile sickness. Will smudge a light red.

Sheng Huaizhao had no fulcrum, Yun Jian could only reach out and lightly clasp his waist, and slowly help him up.

But his belt was loose, and Yun Jian subconsciously feared that he would pull his clothes off, so he changed his grip to his palm, but because the fabric was too silky, the palm slipped along Sheng Huaizhao's vertebrae to his lower back.

Then, he felt Sheng Huaizhao tremble lightly and lightly.

Breathing slightly with the person in front of me, I waited until my knees were bent and supported by the pool, and I didn't have to rely on Yun Jian before I broke away from his hand: "Tsk, where should I touch it?"

The little crying bag was filled with blood, and his whole face was flushed into a peach. He sat by the pool at a loss, like a little daughter-in-law: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Sheng Huaizhao chuckled, and slowly closed his collar: "Why don't you make a trick and dry my clothes?"

Yun Jian obediently gave him a cleansing formula, and Sheng Huaizhao sat by the pool: "Aren't you going to soak? Go down."

The disappointment on his face couldn't be hidden, but Sheng Huaizhao didn't condone it, and patted his face lightly: "Good boy."

Sheng Huaizhao was sitting on the bank with his feet still in the water, Yun Jian seemed to have found the last support, leaned his chin on his knee like a kitten in the water, cut first and then played, then raised a pair of pure black pupils to look at the person in front of you.

Sheng Huaizhao heard the system screaming in his head again because of his adorable eyes.

...But, it's cute.

He endured it for a while, then raised his hand to rub Yun Jian's hair: "Soak well, heal the injury."

The spring water was gurgling, and there was a rustling sound from the bushes behind him, and a white deer slowly walked between the two of them.

It walked to the edge of the pool and leaned over, the light of the spirit ring around its neck shone slightly, and two new sets of clothes and the spirit platform full of food floated in front of it.

... The waiters in these five-A scenic spots are quite advanced.

Linglu looked back, Sheng Huaizhao looked at the beautiful and clear peach blossom jug, and was slightly interested: System, is this wine?

System: Zuixian Pavilion, a sweet drink for monks, but Erguotou for ordinary people in the world of comprehension.

It is a great pleasure to have a drink while soaking in the hot springs, and Mian'an is quite thoughtful in entertaining guests.

The system was secretly trying to encourage Sheng Huaizhao to take a sip, but his host's attention was attracted by Yun Jian on his leg.

Xiaokubao's dark eyes were shining, and he gently held Sheng Huaizhao's corner: "Rabbit."

The plate of small sugar cakes placed in the center of the altar is exactly the plate of rabbits that was eaten in the side hall.

Sheng Huaizhao followed Yun Jian's intention and brought the rabbit cake to him: "Want to eat this?"

Yun Jian's eyes stared at the plate for a moment, like a hungry kitten, and gently rubbed his knuckles with his side face: "There was one in the side hall, but it was dirty."

He hesitated for a long time, but finally did not speak.

Sheng Huaizhao said in his heart that it was you who knocked down the rabbit.

From the angle of being rubbed, Sheng Huaizhao lightly pinched Yun Jian's earlobe along the side of his face: "How about something to eat?"

Yun Jian pursed his lips lightly, looking at the rabbit dumpling expectantly.

The plate fell in front of him, and there was a silver spoon, Sheng Huaizhao pinched his face: "Do it yourself and have enough food and clothing."

The person in front of him showed a disappointed expression, holding the spoon pitifully by himself, slowly smashing the little rabbit into pieces.

Sheng Huaizhao observed him with his chin propped up, obviously they all had the same face, but he still couldn't help softening his attitude for his predecessors.

After all, it's hard to connect the well-behaved, obedient, pitiful little fellow in front of him with the reckless, heartless person at night.

He asked: "Why did you suddenly rush to Yaoyue Palace to look for me?"

"I had a nightmare." Yun Jian recalled the reason for his previous panic, and his mood was even lower. "It's a pretty bad dream."

"Tell me, the nightmare will disappear." After saying this, Sheng Huaizhao was surprised by his familiarity for a moment, as if he often coaxed someone in this way.

"I dreamed... I hurt you in many places, Shiwai Mountain, Yanfeng School..." Yun Jian frowned slightly, "It's so real that it's not like a dream, but it's not what I experienced."

Sheng Huaizhao listened to him counting out the piles, and instantly understood that this was not a dream.

Bingshan realizes that there is another self in Bairi, and Kuibao also realizes that there are strange memories that do not belong to him.It's just that no matter who it is, the memory is incomplete. The little crying bag should not be as sharp as the night, and he didn't realize that it was another personality, and it was just a nightmare.

Sheng Huaizhao thought for a while, then tilted his head: "Then will you do that to me?"

"Of course not." Yun Jian said anxiously, "You are my... wife, how could I treat you like that?"

The exquisite jade porcelain cup was pinched at the fingertips, and Sheng Huaizhao poured half of the cup of Zuixianting: "Yes, I also believe that you will not treat me like this."

Yun Jian rested his chin on his knee, and gently clasped his ring finger along his knuckles.

In the details that no one noticed, the little crying bag's eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a dark color.

In the Mian'an Hall, Jiang Chenxian stood in front of the Xunming Mirror with a dignified expression.

In the mirror, Sect Master Jiang's face was dark: "Your mother told me about the Demon Realm, so I will ask you a question, is the cultivator who rescued Wanzhu really a Demon Cultivator?"

The Leya Palace was destroyed, and the news of the Demon Realm opening has spread all over the four continents, and it is said that the Jiang family is related to the Demon Cultivator.

It's a pity that he is not in Mian'an now, so he can't deal with the matter immediately, so he can only ask someone to ask Yuanxing Palace to verify the truth of the matter, but he didn't expect that he even alarmed Huai Yujian Lord in the end.

When his mood became more and more heavy, he heard the news that Jiang Wanzhu was rescued. The news was mixed, and Jiang Zongzhu was very worried.

Xie Jinyi leaned forward: "Sect Master Jiang, this matter is my fault, I..."

"Jinyi, I'm not asking you." Sect Master Jiang said solemnly, "He's been like this since he was a child, and he will blame you for any bad things he does. If you continue like this, he will never reflect on himself."

Xie Jinyi's face was slightly condensed, and he remained silent without answering.

"Jiang Chenxian, speak."

"It's the demon cultivator." Jiang Chenxian clenched his fists tightly, "I collected the magic suppressing beads, and I also bought the human skin."

"Human skin?" Sect Master Jiang was furious: "Are you determined not to go on the right path now?"

"It was my fault. When my mother comes back, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and accept the crime and be punished." Jiang Chen bowed his head softly, "But everything has nothing to do with that Demon Cultivator. He is the benefactor who rescued Wan Zhu."

Jiang Chenxian has been bound by his heart for the past ten years, regretting what happened in the Demon Realm all the time. Now that the knot is finally lifted, he knows that he will be held accountable for what he did, and he has never thought of shirking it.

It was he who was obsessed with ghosts at the beginning, and he believed what the demon cultivator said, that the skin was cut from the face of the buried dead... for a while, his Daoist mind was unstable, and he made a big mistake.

But he never thought of running away.

Yun Jian and Sheng Huaizhao are indeed their benefactors, since they promised to repay their favor, they will do what they say.

Sect Master Jiang said coldly: "Your mother is already on her way back. You'd better tell her the whole thing. You have to clean up all the troubles you caused."

Afterwards, Xun Mingjing suddenly went dark and completely lost contact.

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and stood there wearily, Xie Jinyi raised his hand to support him: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jiang Chen shook his head, only now did he realize how reckless his previous actions were, "Tell me honestly, how did the outside world spread it?"

Xie Jinyi pursed his lips into a straight line, and following Jiang Chenxian's gaze, he whispered, "It is said that the Jiang clan colluded with the demon world, entered and exited the demon realm unimpeded, and even shielded the peeling demon cultivator."

Half of the Jiang family's reputation was ruined by him.

Jiang Chen's delicate lips trembled, and he looked up at him: "Am I really wrong?"

Xie Jinyi looked at his dazed and self-blaming appearance, raised his hand and lightly touched the top of his hair: "I made a mistake before, but everything can be made up for, and I can still turn around."

Jiang Chenxian clenched his fists tightly: "Jin Yi, you control me in the future, if I do this again..."

"Jin Yi can't control you, why not enter the Yuan Xing Palace."

Xie Jinyi was slightly stunned, and when he turned around, he saw Huai Yujian Jun approaching.

The two paused for a moment before bowing their heads: "Your Majesty."

"How is your body recovering?" Huai Yujian Jun looked at Xie Jinyi, "It's a tie with a monk who is so much younger than you. Go back and reflect seriously."

Xie Jinyi nodded immediately: "Yes."

"Chen Xian, have you ever thought about the apprenticeship post?"

Jiang Chenxian was silent for a long while: "I did not kill the monster with my own hands, and with Jiang's reputation and my status as a disciple of the Yanfeng Sect, it would be easy to attract people's tongues if I entered the Yuanxing Palace."

He believes that Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian will definitely choose the way of Sizhou Conference, and he also wants to fulfill his promise, at least provide them with a guarantee.

Huai Yujian Jun pondered for a moment: "I heard that the monk named Yun Jian destroyed the main peak of the Yanfeng Sect before coming to Mian'an?"

It was only then that Jiang Chenxian remembered why he went looking for the three of them, and then he told everything about Sect Master Lin and the evil tiger guarding the mountain.

Huai Yujian Jun lightly raised his Taoist robe, turned around and sat down: "Tell that little Buddha to come here."

Ming Shun was still studying all kinds of beautiful flowers and herbs in the medicine garden with great interest. When he saw half of them, he was invited to the main hall by Zhan Ao, feeling guilty and at a loss.

Hearing that it was Huai Yujian who summoned him, he became even more uneasy.

After all, this is the supreme being in the human world today, the famous Sword Immortal, asking him a monk for no reason must be something to interrogate.

While hesitating, Mingshun suddenly remembered Sheng Huaizhao's words and deeds in the Yanfeng School, and as if he had made up his mind, he walked calmly towards the main hall.

But the solemn cross-examination he predicted did not come, and the first thing Huai Yujian said when he saw him was: "I have sent disciples from Yuanxing Palace to investigate the matter of Ganci Temple, and I believe the real culprit will be found out soon." .”

Mentioning Ganci Temple, Mingshun's suppressed and hidden grief welled up in his heart.

The incident happened suddenly that night. He hid in the Buddha statue and didn't understand what happened. The smell of blood had spread all over the temple. In the mouth of the evil tiger.

These days he was already desperate, and planned to keep this matter in his heart, and dig up the old things when he was able to find out the truth, but he did not expect that Huai Yujian would help him.

The little monk knelt down and kowtowed heavily: "Thank you, Lord Jian."

"Subduing demons and eliminating demons is what righteous monks should do. You don't need to do this." Sword Lord Duan Su said, "I invite you here today because I have something to ask."

The night before yesterday, Yunjian was seriously injured and unconscious, and the little monk surnamed Sheng had a deep heart. If he wanted to know about the Yanfeng School, Mingshun was the best choice.

Jiang Chenxian and Xie Jinyi were also in the hall. After hearing Mingshun's retelling, they naturally understood that something was wrong with the Yanfeng School.

Especially Jiang Chenxian.

In his early years, he was oblivious to the Demon Realm, so he worshiped an ordinary sect like the Yanfeng Sect as if punishing himself, in order to let himself know that his talent was limited.

But even so, the Yanfeng faction back then was also helping the poor and helping the poor, eliminating violence and bringing peace to the good. Although they were not well-known, they were also well-known.Since the head of the sect was killed by a white tiger and the position was passed on to Lin, the Yanfeng Sect has become more and more sluggish. It is not so much a cultivation sect as it is a refuge for mortal dudes.

Some people insinuated that it was Jiang who started it, Jiang Chenxian didn't bother to argue with these people, so he returned to Mian'an.

Unexpectedly, in just a few years, the Yanfeng School would degenerate into such a state.

He asked: "You said, head Lin plotted against Yun to get the sword bone?"

"Yes, it's a pity that the Yunjian Gu poison broke out that night, and we were outnumbered." Mingshun nodded firmly: "Later, in order to kill people, they pushed me and Huai Zhao off the cliff in an attempt to kill us."

As long as it is a sword repair genius who is rare in ten thousand years, it is generally born with sword bones. It is normal for head Lin to have evil thoughts in his heart to kill people and take bones, but... Gu poison?

"This Gu is deeply rooted and has a long history. It seems that it was planted by someone at the very beginning of cultivation." Mingshun only blamed himself for his lack of knowledge, "But he lost his memory, and also..."

At this point, Mingshun suddenly fell silent.

Yun Jian's life was involved in the matter of leaving the soul, and he must not disclose it to others at will, he made a mistake again.

Xie Jinyi and Jiang Chenxian hadn't reacted yet, but Huai Yujian Jun stood up: "He lost his memory, but because he suffered from soul-leaving disease?"

Mingshun's face turned pale, but Xie Jinyi sighed lowly, "That's how it is."

Huai Yujian frowned: "Mingshun, I don't mean anything malicious, please make it clear."

"Yeah, not necessarily," Mingshun started stuttering again, "He, he is a demon cultivator after all, maybe he has gone mad..."

Huai Yujian Jun, however, saw through his panic, and concentrated: "Extraordinary talent, genius of sword repair, soul-leaving disease."

Yun Jian's current situation is exactly the same as that of Yuan Xinggong, who ascended from day and night to Hongzhentian.

"Jinyi, you said that although he is a demon cultivator, he can control the Ziyao sword. Is it true or not?"

Xie Jinyi nodded: "Yes, even more handy than disciples."

Looking at the bright light in Huai Yujianjun's eyes, Xie Jinyi knew the change in his mood now.

He has heard a little about Hongzhen Tian Da Neng, and it is rumored that he is the only person in the world who almost crossed the catastrophe and became the master of the world. It is a pity that this great power suffers from the disease of leaving the soul. After the tribulation failed, he tried his best to eradicate Alien, and finally died a tragic death.

This matter has been going on for a long time, and Xie Jinyi once thought it was just a fabricated legend, but judging from Huai Yujianjun's reaction, it is true.

The usually dignified and self-retaining Sword Lord's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at Jiang Chenxian: "Are they going to go down to Mian'an City today?"

Jiang Chenxian quickly returned to his senses: "Yes."

"I'm going to see him."

Jiang Chenxian agreed to take Yun Jian and Sheng Huaizhao around Mian'an, firstly because he wanted to treat the distinguished guests with Mian'an's highest standards, and secondly because he really wanted to make friends with the two.

Since Jiang Wanzhu's accident, there was no one else around him except Xie Jinyi, and now they had lived and died together, and they were already different in Jiang Chenxian's consciousness.

Huai Yujian asked to go with him, and Jiang Chenxian immediately became the kind of elder brother who worried about his younger siblings at home. After bidding farewell to Jianjun, he rushed to the side hall where the two rested, wanting Sheng Huaizhao and Yunjian to prepare themselves mentally. Perform well in front of Sword Lord.

After all, they are going to enter the Yuanxing Palace in the future, and if they want to rely on the care of the Sword Lord, they have to make a good impression.

Zhan Ao's voice said that the two of them had just come out of the Lingquan quarter of an hour ago, and now that they had returned to the side hall, Jiang Chenxian hurriedly stopped and turned to look for someone.

But he didn't expect that when he pushed open the door, what he saw was the two people entangled between the light gauze curtains.

... yes, entanglement.

Sheng Huaizhao was wearing a peach pink gauze dress, her whole body glowed with a thin and charming luster, and her black hair was propped messily on the bed.

And Yun Jian is under him with a flushed face, flustered like a kitten that has been captured alive.

"...Who is it?" Sheng Huaizhao's voice was particularly lazy, dragging on slowly and long, as if he was quite dissatisfied that someone strayed into this place.

The two of them were scattered, falling on the bed, inseparable, as if an extremely intimate matter was interrupted by someone, Jiang Chen felt guilty and apologetic subconsciously.

Yun Jian, who was originally full of shame and indignation in the gauze tent, changed his eyes instantly, raised the bed and was wrapped tightly in the brocade, and then protected him behind him: "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Chen cleared his throat: "I have something important to tell you, I will wait for you outside."

Then turn around and close the door.

Yun Jian's expression darkened a little, the surprise in Jiang Chenxian's eyes was still lingering, and when he thought of seeing Sheng Huaizhao's appearance, he couldn't help feeling gloom in his heart.

But before Yun Jian had time to distinguish his emotions, his sleeve was suddenly pulled by the person behind him.

He was pushed back again, and then he watched Sheng Huaizhao angrily lift off the brocade quilt: "Are you wrapping me up?"

Yun Jian protects his shoulders, for fear that he will be unsteady and knock against him: "Huai Zhao..."

"You wrapped me up and hid me behind you!" Sheng Huaizhao's cheeks were bright red, as if he had applied good rouge and gouache, revealing a touch of laziness and coquettishness.

"No." Yun Jian shook his head aggrievedly, "You, you don't wear too much, I'm afraid you will get cold."

"I'm hot." Sheng Huaizhao remembered what he was doing before when he said that.

As soon as Yun Jian came back, he drove him into the quilt, put him in as if he was going to fry spring rolls, and said that no one should let others see him like this.

What does he look like, why can't others see it?

And why is the clothes on my body not right after time travel, even if the waist is cinched and the shoulders are cinched, the collar actually has soft lace, rubbing against the neck is so itchy...

Seeing that Sheng Huaizhao was going to pull the collar in front of him again, Yun Jian quickly grabbed his wrist: "No, I'll just loosen it for you, no, I can't pull..."

Sheng Huaizhao was a little discouraged by his soft voice, snorted, and let him relax.

During these days of getting along, Yun Jian has always only seen him calm and self-sufficient, but now his reaction is novel and special, while he is straightening his collar, he unscrupulously looks at the person in front of him.

The system of Consciousness Sea sighed.

For Sheng Huaizhao to become like this, he had to start from Lingquan.

He didn't pay attention to the Erguotou in the cultivation world that the system said at all, and drank two glasses of wine without any scruples.

At the beginning, he was quite dismissive, saying that he used to be a good drinker, and the wine in the cultivation world was only so so, but before Yun Jian finished the plate of rabbit cakes, he almost fell into the pond.

The little crying bag was almost frightened and cried on the spot.

However, this is not the most important thing. The highlight is that Sheng Huaizhao went crazy with alcohol, and the first thing Yun Jian did when he picked him up was to resist and struggle, and within two rounds he tore the slender and soft underwear.

I don't know who ordered the spirit deer to send two sets of clothes, one male and one female... The system thought that Little Crying Bag would complete the feat of self-sacrifice and wear women's clothes once, but it thought Little Crying Bag was too pure .

That's why Sheng Huaizhao was wearing a peach pink gauze dress.

"I can't see anyone?" Sheng Huaizhao hiccupped, squinted his eyes and approached Yun Jian.

Zuixianting is brewed with Lingzhi. It does not have a strong alcohol smell, but only has a fresh and sweet taste.

Yun Jian looked away guiltily, only feeling that he was about to be bewitched by that bit of alcohol, and would get drunk if he didn't pay attention.

"No, you, of course you can see people, it's me..." At that time, Yun Jian was thinking of asking Sheng Huaizhao to change his clothes quickly, and then go back to the side hall to hide people, but he didn't expect that this gauze skirt could hide his body. The body shape is so attractive.

People in the world often say that women are graceful, but Yun Jian didn't notice it before, but now he finds that he can't take his eyes off.

"You're so pretty, I'm afraid that others will look at you and think badly about you." The two red marks under his eyes are always amazing, but now they are three points bleak in Sheng Huaizhao.

"Evil thoughts?" Sheng Huaizhao repeated these two words in a daze, and leaned on Yun Jian's shoulder weakly and bonelessly.

He didn't move suddenly, Yun Jian thought that he had finally settled down, but he didn't expect Sheng Huaizhao to raise his head again suddenly: "I...Thinking about it, the one who misses me the most...is you."

Yun Jian's eyelashes trembled slightly, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but he didn't answer.

"Dare to do it but dare not admit it." Sheng Huaizhao snorted softly, and seemed to feel that what he said just now was not serious enough, so he continued vaguely, "There is evil intentions, but no courage."

The hand that was holding Yun Jian's shoulder slowly dropped, and when it touched Yun Jian's chest, Yun Jian held it lightly.

The temperature of the palm was a little hotter than the knuckles, Sheng Huaizhao moved his eyes slowly, and it took him a long time to realize that his hand was being held.

Just as he was about to struggle, Yun Jian lightly pinched his fingers and lifted them to his lips for a light and shallow kiss.

Like a spirit butterfly lightly landing on it, only the itching spreads slowly.

"...Actually, there are." Yun Jian fixed his blurred eyes, and slowly pressed his forehead against him, "I'm just afraid you're not happy."

Sheng Huaizhao closed his eyes lightly, not knowing if it hurt or not, but subconsciously thought that Yun Jian had touched his head.

"Isn't it rare that you make me...unhappy...?"

Yun Jian was at a loss for a moment, lowered his head cautiously: "What have I done to make you unhappy?"

Sheng Huaizhao didn't seem to like his approaching gaze, and touched him lightly with his forehead, pushing him away.

Yun Jian was in pain, and lightly rubbed the center of his brow with his fingertips, thinking that it was always right to apologize, but found that Sheng Huaizhao pressed his palm.

"Your sword... hurt my hand..." Sheng Huaizhao's voice was muffled, sounding very unhappy, "Do you know...it hurts."

Yun Jian's eyes lightened slightly.

Although he told Sheng Huaizhao that he had a dream when he was in Lingquan, he didn't tell him about it.

Because using a sword to hurt the Venerable Master was too ruthless, even if it was a "dream", he didn't want to admit that he would do it.

Sheng Huaizhao knew.

...Does he also know those so-called "dreams"?

Before Yun Jian could figure out the answer, Sheng Huaizhao held his fingertips tightly.

He lowered his head, and the person in front of him had already closed his eyes, gnashing his teeth childishly: "...a dog man."

While Sheng Huaizhao calmed down, Yun Jian lightly supported the back of his hand and slowly opened it along his knuckles.

Although he recovered well, he could still see faint scars except for the palm lines.

This is real.

He really hurt Huai Zhao like this.

Rubbing gently along the scar with his fingertips, Yun Jian's voice gradually became hoarse: "...I'm sorry."

He picked him up from in front of him, his sleepy posture was really unsightly, just when he was about to move him to the gold silk pillow, a hand suddenly wrapped around his neck.

The distance between him and Sheng Huaizhao suddenly narrowed, and two thin lips were in front of his eyes.

"You hid me just now..." Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand, and the quilt was like a huge net, instantly enveloping the two of them.

Yun Jian subconsciously supported his sides, afraid of hurting him, so he didn't dare to slack off at all.

Sheng Huaizhao snorted slightly, and the ending sounded proud of hiding: "Then I will... hide you too."

The young man in front of him paused slightly, his black pupils slightly rippling on his fingertips on the futon which was not well lit.

It seemed that this sentence touched a secret switch in his heart, and he lowered his head in an instant as if disarming and surrendering.

Yun Jian leaned lightly on Sheng Huaizhao's neck and shoulders, and let out a helpless sigh of relief: "... Huaizhao, what can I do with this?"

He just said something casually after drinking, but it made him willing in a moment.

Fortunately, this person in front of him already has a marriage contract with him, otherwise Yun Jian would really have the mentality of hiding him... Cut off all eyes on Sheng Huaizhao, let him only be looked up to by himself.

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