After coaxing old enemies into avatars

"Don't be spicy, don't be cold, blood-enriching pills every morning... eh?" Mingshun widened his eyes unresponsively, as if he wasn't sure what the person in front of him just said, "You in the daytime?"

Yun Jian also seemed to realize that his question was too bizarre, and regret flashed in his eyes, but what he said was irreversible.

The mental disorder was supposed to be an important matter, and he should thoroughly investigate the cause, but when Sheng Huaizhao hugged him and got close to him, he couldn't help thinking of such a despicable act in a moment of brain fever.

What's the point of pretending to be imitative... what's the point.

Mingshun looked at him for a moment, then put the tray in his hand into his arms: "...considerate and clingy, can't leave Huai Zhao for half a step, be careful with outsiders, and only see him in his eyes."

Everyone could see that Sheng Huaizhao was the only one in Yun Jian's heart.

Yun Jian's knuckles were clasped on the tray of the medicine, his floating expression was hidden in his eyes, and when he nodded, the hair on his sideburns fell in front of him.

"Also, your pupils are black during the day." Mingshun smiled, "If you don't want to be discovered by him, remember to find a way to change it."

The little monk didn't know what had changed between Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian after passing through the Demon Realm and the enchantment, but what he saw in his eyes was that the two people's journey along the way was not easy.

He is just a monk with little talent and little knowledge. He is a doctor with half a bucket of water.

But Mingshun really wanted to see the two of them well.

The people in front of him knew everything and spoke sincerely, Yun Jian said softly, "...Thank you."

"But you have to make it clear to him in the future." Mingshun whispered, "Don't expect me to help you."

Yun Jian was silent.

"Then I won't go in, as long as I know Huai Zhao is fine."

Yun Jian closed the door, and when he raised his eyelashes again, the color of his pupils had already deepened into a dull black.

Looking at the wooden case in his hand, he repeated it again and again, just to know how Sheng Huaizhao got along with him during the day.

...it's not a lie.

Yun Jian took the medicine and walked into the bedroom: "Huai Zhao."

He still had a trace of imperceptible tension, as if he was not sure how soft his voice should be, and based on his simple understanding of "love", he played it softly.

"En." Sheng Huaizhao's response was absent-minded.

He held the body of all creatures in his palm, which was the palm-sized egg. When he picked it off from the center of the ancient wood, it still had demonic energy attached to it. Although it was black, it was pure throughout, like jade.

Now it's just a lifeless solid fruit, and it's too painful to hold it like this.

It's really strange, it's obviously a plant, but it broke out of the shell in the end when it turned into a magic shape, which simply violated his common sense in his previous life.

After all, all living things grew from the Demon Realm, and what we have seen and heard for thousands of years is only the fighting and fighting of monsters.

All monsters are guided by instinct, regardless of emotion and reason.

Xiaoshuzhizi's cognition of everything is obtained through Jiang Wanzhu and Yunjian... maybe even the slightest emotion stolen from him.

Perhaps when it proposed an exchange of heart and soul, it never thought that Sheng Huaizhao would agree.

"Drink the medicine." Yun Jian brought the wooden case to the bedside, and picked up a bowl lightly.

After hesitating for a moment before handing it over, he gently picked up the spoon, scooped up the medicine that had cooled down by the side of the bowl, and fed it to the lips that were as thin as spring cherry blossoms.

Sheng Huaizhao opened his lips, but frowned slightly when the spoon was about to touch his lips: "Why is it this medicine again?"

The concoction made from the finest grass jelly almost splashed, but luckily Yun Jian held his hand steady.

He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"This medicine is very bitter." Sheng Huaizhao frowned when he smelled the smell, "and the taste is slippery. When you drink it, it feels like something slipped into your throat."

He wanted to complain before, but unfortunately, the elder sister of the doctor who gave him the medicine looked too caring, making it embarrassing to be picky.

But in front of the little crying bag, you can do whatever you want.

Yun Jian carefully observed his expression, only to feel that Sheng Huaizhao looked like an anorexic childish child, with a happy expression on his face.

He muffled: "...don't want to drink this."

A fresh expression that has never been shown before.

In other words, they have always been tit for tat at night, and they don't even exchange more than three sentences calmly, and it is even more impossible for Sheng Huaizhao to show his emotions at will.

Yun Jian seemed to have tasted something new, and he was still full of ideas, but clumsily fed the spoon to Sheng Huaizhao: "It's good for your health, after you finish drinking, I'll bring you rabbit dumplings."

Why is Little Crying Bao so obsessed with Tuanzi today?

But Sheng Huaizhao was not a person who lost his temper for no reason. Hearing his coaxing, he pinched his nose and drank most of it in one gulp with Yun Jian's hand holding the bowl.

...the slippery feeling made him sick.

Sheng Huaizhao almost choked, the soup slid down the corners of his lips and fell on his thin neck, almost staining his collar.

Yun Jian's gaze followed the uncontrolled trace, subconsciously raised his finger to wipe it away for him.

When the slightly cool finger pads touched the delicate and fair neck, the temperature was higher, like silk and satin made of excellent material, soft and silky.

It was obviously just a thin meandering mark, but he accidentally wiped it off with a large swath of water.

"Ahem..." Sheng Huaizhao moved away from the porcelain bowl, half-closed his eyes, and said, "Are you wiping it for me, or are you taking advantage of me?"

The words were like a lead, burning his fingertips soaked in soup.

"No towel, I didn't mean to."

Sheng Huaizhao finally confirmed that the little crying bag is very different today, and he wiped away the water stains under his lips: "I found that you seem to be very different today."

Yun Jian was slightly stiff, and subconsciously clasped the porcelain bowl in his hand, and looked away from him with lowered eyes: "Because you have slept for a long time, I am very worried."

Telling a lie requires several lies to cover up.

He was afraid that he would make too many mistakes, so he borrowed what Sheng Huaizhao said when he just woke up: "You are always so weak, and you will be unconscious if you make a mistake."

His worry is not fake, as long as he softens his voice, with three points of grievance, it will make people unable to think of any blame in an instant.

Sincere care is exchanged for frivolous teasing, and no one will be happy if it comes.

"I'm sorry." Sheng Huaizhao put his hand on the quilt, approached gently, and leaned his head on Yunjian's shoulder like a small animal, "I was wrong."

The porcelain bowl landed on the table, listening carefully to the heavy unsteady force.

The soreness is like a blunt knife, hanging in the heart, and slowly grinding at the most sore and soft part of the heart. This kind of pain is far less sharp than the tip of the knife, and longer than poison.

Sheng Huaizhao had never been so gentle at night.

I will not admit my mistake to him.

The leaning shoulders retreated slightly, and Sheng Huaizhao almost knocked his head.

The people behind hurriedly approached again, and the distance that was just lightly leaning just now was shortened into a hug in an instant.

Sheng Huaizhao originally wanted to rely on Xiaokubao's favorite intimacy to get away with it, but he didn't expect that he seemed to be really angry.

... must be really emotional, that's why he didn't let him approach like just now.

Little Crying Bag is so keen, instantly aware of his intention to perfunctory by just relying on the stickers?

"Cough." Sheng Huaizhao coughed lightly, pretending to be easy to find a step for what he did just now, "I swear, from now on I will drink medicine well, exercise hard, and strive to have a strong body."

...and make promises for others.

Yun Jian heard the slight cracking sound of the porcelain bowl.

Why on earth is he asking for trouble?

Seeing the people in front of him staring at him more and more resentfully, Sheng Huaizhao felt more and more that something was wrong.

Did Little Cry change his routine?In the past, she would plunge headfirst into her arms and act coquettishly, but now she wants to meet her and refuse such a sophisticated routine?

After thinking for a moment, Sheng Huaizhao suspected that he would not be able to resist, so he just stretched out a finger and gently poked his tiger's mouth: "Didn't you tell me to give me rabbit dumplings? Shall we still eat?"

"...Eat." Yun Jian controlled his strength to prevent the broken bowl from being split in two, and put the remaining soup on the table, "I'll get it for you, remember to drink all the medicine."

"Uh-huh."

Sending people away, Sheng Huaizhao breathed a sigh of relief, and played with the eggs born by all things in his palm like a walnut.

It has to be said that after spying on Yun Jian's past in the sea of ​​consciousness, even when he recalled it, the root of his tongue felt bitter.If he is like him, he has not felt much warmth since he was a child, and it is nothing more than seeing parting when he grows up, but Yun Jian was loved and loved by his mother, and he watched his mother go crazy... No wonder he will become like this in the future An iceberg of indifference.

As for whether Mo Ren was really dead or seriously injured, why did he have any connection with Yinlu Xue's family, and came up to trouble Mian'an.

Mentioning Yinlu Xue's family, Sheng Huaizhao remembered that Xue Tingbai came to the door to make trouble before Yun Jian's poison took hold.

Did Jiang Chenxian finish him off?

When Yun Jian came back with the rabbit dumpling, Sheng Huaizhao had already finished the soup on the table as promised, and sat on the bed with a bitter face, meditating.

"Huai Zhao." Yun Jian had put his previous emotions in order, and his words and deeds subconsciously matched the day, "I'll feed you."

He scooped off one of Tutuanzi's ears and handed it to his lips, only to hear Sheng Huaizhao laugh softly: "You are so cruel."

Yun Jian raised his gaze to look at him.

"You used to eat rabbit dumplings from the tail. You said the ears were cute, and you were reluctant to part them."

He never thought that he would be so naive in the daytime, and he would be so particular about how to speak.

Seeing him pinching the spoon like he was in a dilemma, Sheng Huaizhao smiled again, raised his hand to smooth his hair behind his ear, and then nibbled on the silver spoon.

"Why does this seem to be sweeter than the previous one?"

He leaned too close, and Yun Jian's heartbeat subconsciously accelerated: "...You said the medicine was bitter, so I added more sugar."

"It's so sweet." Sheng Huaizhao took the plate, and gently patted the other ear of the rabbit with the quilt surface of the spoon, "I will finish eating well."

Yun Jian only felt that his smiling eyes were more unstoppable than usual, and after averting his eyes, he was accompanied by the quietness of talking about business.

"I heard that the people from Yinlu Xue's family came here and spread the news about the demon cultivator that day, and now the seven major sects are here to ask for someone."

Xue Tingbai never met Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian, even if he wanted to force Mian'an to make friends, as long as Jiang Chenxian didn't allow it, they would not dare to invade and search wantonly.

However, there were dead souls to testify about the skinning demon cultivator. Xue Tingbai was like a hungry and cunning hyena, biting Jiang Chenxian until he was dripping with blood.

Before verifying the rumors of these days, he asked Jiang Chenxian to go down the mountain in person, kneel down with the dead souls who were killed by the skinning knife, make an apology in person, and even take the person to death.

"The peeling demon is obviously someone else. Even if Jiang Chenxian participated in the dirty business without knowing it, he is both the deceived party and the guilty party."

But no matter what, Xue Tingbai's request to kneel down and save him was really a slap in the face of Mian Anjiang.

There was no trace of Mo Ren's body, and he brought the seven sects here, apparently to uphold justice, but in fact he wanted to torture him.

Jiang Chenxian was harmed by his own momentary stupidity and obsession, but Xue Tingbai spitting blood and violating morality, such unscrupulous behavior will not make the dead soul truly relieved.

Sheng Huaizhao hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you know what enmity Xue and Jiang have?"

"I heard that there was only a slight friction in the business dealings in the early years, and there was no major enmity."

Sheng Huaizhao looked back: "Do you believe it?"

Yun Jian met his pupils: "I don't believe it."

If it is because of commercial frictions and restrictions that have hindered the development of the other party, resulting in frictions and collisions between the younger generations of the two families in the matter of joining the sect, it is nothing.

But they colluded with Moxiu, deliberately plotted to attack Sheng Huaizhao, and turned the matter of Sheng's mansion into black and white.

And Wang's target is him and Yunjian.

Mo Ren was secluded from the world when Yun Jian was 13 years old. From his memories, although he was out of order at that time, he still looked like a normal person.

What has he experienced in these years to become this inhuman and ghost appearance, and how did the Xue family get involved with him?

"How about Jiang Chenxian?" Sheng Huaizhao asked.

"Mrs. Jiang will arrive in Mian'an tomorrow, and with Lord Huai Yujian in charge, the seven sects will not press too hard."

Sheng Huaizhao's response was an extremely long-drawn-out um, as if he was absent-minded, thinking about other things.

Yun Jian smelled the subtle bitterness between the bed curtains, mixed with his unique Qingyi breath.

"Go for a walk, it's not good to always lie in bed like this."

"Oh," Sheng Huaizhao withdrew his mind, and felt that it was useless to think too much offline, "Okay."

Mian'an was on guard everywhere, and people in the city were also panicked. Although Sheng Huaizhao promised to go for a walk, he did not approach the city anymore.

As soon as Sheng Huaizhao walked out the door, he ran into Xie Jinyi head-on.

"Thank you Daojun." He greeted with a smile.

Yun Jianye's personality has always disliked Xie Jinyi, and his expression darkened involuntarily when he met him head-on.

It's a pity that Sheng Huaizhao stood in front of him and didn't immediately notice this change in expression.

Xie Jinyi was aware of it, but he had his life in his hands: "Mr. Jian, please go to Si Wentang."

Siwentang in Mian'an is equivalent to a place for modern forensic examination and evidence collection. It is under special supervision on weekdays, but today Lord Jian came here in person for the purpose of peeling and cultivating demons.

Sheng Huaizhao originally wanted a mask or something, but when he approached Si Wentang, he realized that there was a light fragrance lingering here, which was the blooming period of some kind of tree.

"What's this smell? It smells good." Sheng Huaizhao asked, "Can it be made into spices or a small sachet? I'll hang it on my body."

Yun Jian quietly looked at his side face, it turned out that he likes incense.

Xie Jinyi paused, and laughed: "It's the scent of the corpse tree."

"……excuse me."

This name is unlucky, and it is not good to hang on your body.

Walking into the Siwen Hall, the first thing Sheng Huaizhao saw was a row of jade pillars, the human skin was still attached to the face, but the eyebrows and eyes drawn before had been washed away.

There are glazed jade slips hung between each pillar, and the information of the owner of the human face is engraved on it.

And in front of the first person in front of Pi Zhuzi, there is still a severed finger.

This is the "evidence" that Xue Tingbai took from Mo Ren that day.

That is the source of the phrase "Young Master Jiang said, as long as the skin is the best, if you want to blame you, blame him."

After Xue Tingbo left, the people from Si Wentang took back the severed finger and found the corresponding human skin.

Sheng Huaizhao got permission and flipped over the sign in front of the pillar.

Man.

16 is old.

Died on the third day of July, Chenshi.

"Is this the third day of the seventh month of July last year?" he asked.

"Yes." Xie Jinyi nodded, "Last July, Chenxian was still focused on cracking the method of unlocking the magic-suppressing bead, and he didn't take half a step forward."

Sheng Huaizhao frowned: "Didn't you take half a step beyond Mian'an?"

"Yes." Xie Jinyi said, "During that time, the maids of Leya Palace were not allowed to enter for half a step. Sect Master Jiang was worried that Chenxian might go mad, so he asked me to go and take care of him."

Although it was said to be a caretaker, Xie Jinyi was also turned away, so he left a glass harrier to guard outside the door, so that if something happened to Jiang Chenxian, he would come immediately.

However, from April to August, he never left the Leya Palace.

In other words, when the owner of the human skin died, Jiang Chenxian hadn't participated in the transaction yet.

The phrase "blame him if you want to blame it" is a lie.

"Let the dead lie." Sheng Huaizhao was thoughtful.

He and Xie Jinyi walked into the inner hall, and Huai Yujianjun stood in front of the mysterious ice of the sinking corpse in a black robe, and on the ice was the city of Shengcheng, whose death was extremely miserable.

As soon as Sheng Huaizhao approached, he heard a nauseous yue from Zhihai's system.

In the original book, after Shengcheng finds a dead ghost to bury, he eats, drinks, and has fun, relying on his father who is in collusion with evil spirits to do evil and harm one party.

Later, when the original owner came back to take revenge, he kowtowed to the ground and said that as long as he could spare his life, he could do anything.

The original owner took some time off, handed the bone chopping knife to Sheng Cheng, and said with a smile that as long as he came back with Master Sheng's head, he would spare his life.

In the end, this filial son really took his father's head and knelt down to the original owner.The original owner laughed, and then gave him a sharp knife.

Although everyone is wicked, Shengcheng died happily in his previous life.

Right now his corpse... there are insect eggs entrenched in the skull, the flesh on the torso is separated piece by piece, and the fluffy flesh and blood wriggling under the skin, I wonder what else is hidden inside.

When he died, it was probably much worse than the original book.

And the most important thing is that Shengcheng's skeleton has been hollowed out, and what supports this walking corpse... is rotten wood.

"His corpse has set up a barrier." Huai Yujian Jun whispered, "This barrier technique is not superb, it is an ordinary one-person barrier."

One-person barriers are mostly used when monks are dying, and they want to confess some last words or give oral instructions to a person, so that they cannot be spied on by outsiders and eavesdropped.

This technique can only be engraved into words, it cannot infuse spirits, let alone hurt people.

There is only one person in Mian'an who is related to Shengcheng, and this is the reason Huai Yujian asked Sheng Huaizhao to come.

"But Shengcheng is just a mortal, he can't set up a barrier for himself." Yun Jian said in a low voice, holding Sheng Huaizhao's wrist with the hand hanging by his side, "Huaizhao, don't go."

Huai Yujian Jun tilted his head slightly, and met Yun Jian's pair of deep black pupils, a trace of surprise was slightly provoked.

"If this matter concerns Mian An's innocence, and I want him to go, what should you do?"

Yun Jian's voice was calm: "Then forgive the junior for being rude."

The implication is that if Huai Yujian Jun dares to force Sheng Huaizhao to untie the barrier of one person, he will face the unparalleled sword fairy sword in front of him, and become the enemy of the whole Mian'an.

Xie Jinyi paused, and subconsciously stood in front of Yun Jian: "Master, don't be surprised, this matter is indeed strange, if you act rashly..."

Huai Yujian Jun narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly, then turned to look at the person behind him, "I have a deep affection for you."

Sheng Huaizhao: "..."

This swordsman has a really special temper.

The one-person obstacle in Sheng Cheng's body is indeed just like what Yun Jian said, it's just a situation.

The person under the barrier obviously thought that for his own innocence, Jiang would let an insignificant mortal solve the barrier, so that he could find Sheng Huaizhao without any effort.

But if the Jiang family values ​​friendship, this situation will be broken by itself.

"Being the number one in the world, I have the title of No. [-] in the world. It is easy to find out one thing, and I will not embarrass you juniors." Huai Yujian Jun looked at Yun Jian with a smile, "What's more, I like you very much. Your talents and talents, and I still want to accept you as disciples in the future, so don’t be so hostile.”

"That's why I called you here." He used his aura to control the silver needle, penetrated into Shengcheng's body and provoked a black centipede, "This insect should be of the same origin as the Gu insect in Yun Jian's body, but the practice The Gu that comes out is different."

The Gu in Yunjian's body is to refine him into a pill to control his heart and soul, while the Gu in Shengcheng's body is to turn the dead into "life" and resurrect him in a short time to be used as a puppet.

"Like those gangsters, Shengcheng died for a while, and he was able to follow Xue Tingbai to Mian'an because he was dominated by Gu insects."

Xie Jinyi understood Jian Jun's words, and looked earnestly: "Huai Zhao, can you tell me what happened in Sheng Mansion?"

"There's nothing that can't be said." Sheng Huaizhao thoughtfully shifted his gaze after seeing Shengcheng's death, and let the system in the sea of ​​knowledge slow down, "Master Sheng colluded with the old demons and sacrificed the living to kill the living. It's the one he picked up and gave to Shengcheng to die for him."

In just a few sentences, Sheng Huaizhao briefly conveyed the suffering that he was afraid of.

When he came out of Siwentang, the sky had already entered dusk.

Yun Jian held his hand and quietly followed behind, his mind drifting away.

He had thought about Sheng Huaizhao's background before, but he never knew that he had such a humiliating experience of being dependent on others.

There is a fine pain spreading out in the chest.

"...I'm talking to you." Suddenly his cheek was lightly poked, Yun Jian lowered his head, and saw Sheng Huaizhao leaning close to him.

His silhouette fell in those star-like pupils, which made Yun Jian lose his mind for a moment.

Sheng Huaizhao asked, "Do you want to go in with me?"

"En." Yun Jian said instinctively.

Sheng Huaizhao glanced at him hesitantly, and then said, "Let's go."

The person in front of him turned and stepped up the steps, and Yun Jian paused for a while, only then did he see the water spring lingering with spiritual energy.

This place is the spiritual spring of Mian'an, and Sheng Huaizhao asked to go in together, referring to the common bath.

His footsteps were stiff, and the blood all over his body seemed to be scorched by fire... He even took a bath with Sheng Huaizhao during the day?What else did that do?

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