After coaxing old enemies into avatars

The little crying bag who had just woken up from a sleepless night trembled all over, only feeling an inexplicable sensitivity in his body, and even a strange and hidden tingling sensation under the silk-draped waist.

It's like fireworks are burned out in my mind, only the sparks are left to flicker and go out.

He lowered his eyes in a daze, looking at Sheng Huaizhao's hand slowly rising from the water, the hazy daze disappeared, leaving only silence.

...What is in Huai Zhao's hand?

Of course, Sheng Huaizhao didn't let him look at him for a long time, he turned his head and grabbed Yun Jian's robe which was placed on the bank to wipe his fingertips.

Why is it so sticky.

His eyes were fixed on the quiet Lingchi, the dark color slowly rising and falling.

Play him around all day long, run away after having fun, and leave a mess... It's best for Bingshan not to appear again, otherwise he will never let this person go so easily.

"Huai Zhao."

Just as he put his hands on the surface of the pool and wanted to get up and leave, the person behind him grabbed his waist.

With a crying voice, Yun Jian pressed tightly against his back: "What did you do, what did you do without telling me..."

I can't finish this vinegar.

Warm tears flowed down the coat that was about to dry out, and Sheng Huaizhao was almost carried into the water by him.

After staggering two steps, confirming that he couldn't break free, he could only let out a long sigh: "Let go."

Little Crying Bag hesitated for a moment, then slowly let go of his knuckles.

Crying like a little rabbit, not at all as fierce as when he bit his shoulder just now, Sheng Huaizhao propped his chin: "When did you wake up?"

Yun Jian was weeping and crying, every word felt aggrieved: "Just now."

"Remember what happened during the day?"

He shook his head and cried even harder: "What else did we do during the day?"

Little Crying Bag's memory stays at Xue Tingbai's visit to find fault, he was glared at by the man in black robe, and then fell into a huge nightmare, dazed.

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless horrifying worms climbing up his limbs, some twisted his arms, and some nibbled at his flesh and blood, causing him to die of pain.

He wanted to struggle to wake up, but his whole body seemed to be bound by iron chains, his consciousness was scattered, and he couldn't wake up no matter what.

Then, he saw a tree in the sea of ​​consciousness, which took root in the soil and spread to the sky.

When the shackles on his body were loosened, he realized that the wound on his body had healed, and he opened his eyes and was in the pool, and Huai Zhao's hand...

The silver light dripped down, like a thin spoonful of sugar falling on the outline of Sheng Huaizhao. His expression was loose and lazy, like an unattainable sculpture. His lips were more red than usual, as if he had been sloppy before. Rolled and sucked.

And between the plain white and beautiful collarbones, there is still a little blood seeping... No matter how you look at it, Sheng Huaizhao is the one who was forced.

Yun Jian stood there looking at him for a while, as if thinking of something, sobbing in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'll confess tomorrow morning."

Sheng Huaizhao was a little confused by his inexplicable words: "...What crime do you plead?"

"The crime of adultery."

Sheng Huaizhao suddenly choked, coughed violently, and almost slipped and stepped into the water.

Yun Jian hurriedly helped him out of the water, but he seemed afraid that he would do something excessive again, so he quickly moved away after helping him, with his hands behind his back.

He restrained the worry in his eyes, and lowered his head in pleading guilty: "Be careful."

"I didn't blame you either." Sheng Huaizhao sighed slowly, "It's not your fault either."

Yun Jian followed him with his eyes, carefully confirmed that he was really not angry, and leaned over to his side: "Then you all except...except..."

He stuttered for a long time, unable to describe the scene he saw when he just woke up.

After hesitating for a while, he could only be pitiful: "Apart from that, did you do anything else?"

Sheng Huaizhao turned his eyes away uncomfortably, hiding the uneasiness that flashed past in his eyes: "I didn't do anything, I just touched it with my hand, you go over...you hit me."

Yun Jian paused for a while, and it took him a long time to realize what he meant. He turned away like a small ostrich, buried half of himself in the water, and looked at him pitifully with only his head exposed.

Sheng Huaizhao pressed his brows lightly, thinking that the system was right, and the matter of soul-soul fusion must be put on the agenda as soon as possible, otherwise, these two spirits would be so noisy during the day and night, and no one would be able to stand it.

After going ashore, the silkworms would be clean in the wind. When Sheng Huaizhao put on his coat again, his clothes were almost dry. He rolled up his waterfall-like black hair and looked at the little jellyfish floating in the bottom of the water: "Come on, let's go."

When Xue Tingbai returned to Yinlu, it was the Flower Festival in the folk streets and alleys, and every household put the best flowers in their gardens at the door to compete for splendor.

Yinlu is like spring all the year round, and the residents here are also crazy about flowers. Every year on this festival, they will release the flowers that have been cherished in their homes for a year to win the championship.

When Xue Tingbai entered the city gate, he could smell the mixed fragrance of flowers, which was stronger than before, almost choking.

"Young master, you are back, come and take a look at the flowers in my house, my white tumi is a mixed fairy species, my ancestors grew on Lingshan Mountain." A woman came up to her, dragging Xue Tingbai to the front of the flowers.

The passing butcher shook his head quickly: "Young master, don't look at his house, my white chrysanthemum is beautiful..."

It was bustling with people.

Xue Tingbai smiled, his gloomy face showing perfunctory all the way: "Everything is beautiful, I have to go back first, you all enjoy the flowers."

After finishing speaking, he hurried towards the main house in the center of the city.

He had something on his mind, and was anxious to go back to the city to discuss with his parents, completely unaware of the weirdness in the city.

The voice of a hundred tongues suddenly fell silent when he was gone, and the smiling woman was like a puppet held together by silk threads, only a pair of empty eyes were left facing the direction of Xue Tingbai's back, and a centipede curled up inside her slightly parted lips. move.

The butcher who was arguing with her earlier also had a face like a corpse, frozen and motionless, a spider as big as a fist crawled out of his cochlea and landed on his shoulder.

Along the way that Xue Tingbai walked, all the city residents were like this.Like a group of worms frozen in the dark night, they only fly when the light falls on it, and when the light disperses, the original shape is revealed.

Only the fragrance of flowers became stronger and stronger, spreading over Yinlu like a closed dark net.

And their preoccupied young master was unaware of this.

Xue Tingbo went straight to the main hall when he returned to the city, his father Xue Yi was in the back garden, holding the peony branches and leaves between his fingers and stroking carefully.

"Father, that black-robed man is a liar. Not long after I took Xue Cheng to Mian'an, he disappeared and died on the ground with that trash." The student won't let him three points?

He has always been used to being flattered and using others as tools, but ever since he met Jiang Chenxian, he has run into walls everywhere, and even today he can be used by a low-level demon cultivator.

Xue Yi put down Peony, and looked back slowly: "Then, have you done everything you should do?"

Xue Tingbo's eyes were full of mischief, and he said angrily: "It's done, I have already delivered the secret letter to the seven major sects, with a sound mirror attached, even if Jiang Chenxian sincerely repents in the end, Jiang's affair with Moxiu It's a certainty."

Over the years, the Jiang family has supported the development of the surrounding small towns and established a business layout centered on Mian'an. What's more, they are on the top of the spiritual veins and are uniquely blessed. In the blink of an eye for more than ten years, they have left Yinlu behind.

In this world, people gradually only know about Mian'an, but not Yinlu, and Xue Tingbo hates the most in his life when someone steals his limelight.

But thinking of Jiang's current situation, Xue Tingbo rolled his lips proudly.

Back then, he could kill Jiang Chenxian once in the Demon Realm, but now he can kill him a second time.

"But the one named Jiang is really pitiful. His younger sister is obviously just a useless trash. She is a burden to the family. She died in the Demon Realm back then, and she is considered to be the weakest of the Jiang family." Xue Tingbai smiled coldly, " Only a simple-minded person like Jiang Chenxian can never forget."

In Xue Tingbo's eyes, the lifespan of a cultivator can easily be hundreds of thousands of years, and the so-called bond of blood relationship has long been cut off. Jiang Wanzhu will die sooner or later, but the difference is sooner or later.

And Jiang Chenxian couldn't see through this point, so he was doomed to be mediocre in his life.

Xue Yi nodded and looked back at his youngest son: "Yes, you are much more capable than your elder brother."

Xue Tingbo was complacent, but he thought of something: "Father, I think that demon cultivator is really weird, and he should not be trusted. Now Jiang's reputation has been ruined, and the seven major sects are also wary of him, how about us..."

"What do you know, behind him..." Xue Yi gritted his teeth, "But there is the 'Day of Heaven'."

Xue Tingbo hadn't realized what "heavenly way" was, when the door of the study behind him suddenly opened.

A man with eyes wrapped in dark red cloth and long messy hair making it difficult to distinguish between men and women stepped into the field of vision, with a broken sword at his waist, as if he had been in hell for many years, his body was full of traces of suffering, and his lips were covered in rough black. The thread is sewn, and it penetrates extremely.

Xue Tingbo was startled immediately, and only then did he see a man in black robe who looked like a ghost walking slowly from outside the door.

The hand curled up by his side was unconsciously clenched, Xue Tingbai guiltily avoided his gaze.Although he can't feel how this person's cultivation is, there is always a kind of bad luck of a dead person in him.

After staying by his side for a long time, there will be a kind of coldness and coldness in the swamp.

The dark bloody robe pressed half of his face, making it hard to see his expression at this time.

The swordsman with the broken sword on his waist turned sideways, as if respectful, and let the man in black walk slowly.

"City Master Xue." He bowed slightly.

Xue Yi lifted his chin lightly, signaling the people in front of him to stand up: "This time, you have made the Jiang family suffer a setback. You are truly a great contributor. I will fulfill all the things I promised you earlier."

Xue Tingbo paused, looking back at his father in astonishment.

Didn't this demon cultivator only come to help them plot Jiang's family?Why did you make an exchange with him?

The man in black bowed slightly, and Shi Shiran lightly cupped his hands: "The city lord is wise."

Xue Tingbai's face changed slightly, but Xue Yi just waved his hand, and then turned back to the library room.

The person in front of him slowly turned sideways, his cold eyes, like sharp ice picks, penetrated the heavy black cloth stained with blood, and slowly fell in front of Xue Tingbai.

"Master Xue, please."

For a moment, Xue Tingbo felt that the fangs of the poisonous snake were stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe, as if as long as he dared to resist now, it would be easy for the person in front of him to take his life.

But he has never been a willing person. When he arrived at Nanfeng, he sternly said, "What deal did you make with my father? Where did you go in Mian'an that day?"

But as soon as he showed his vigilance, behind him, a blind and speechless man drew a sword and pressed it against his throat, obviously warning Xue Tingbo not to act recklessly.

The piercing sword intent brushed against Xue Tingbai's back, and he couldn't help feeling timid.

A hoarse sound like a gong blowing in the wind came from the black robe, and Mo Ren put down his hood, and lightly pressed the broken sword.

"Second Master Xue, don't be afraid, it's just a medicine man, without self-awareness." Then along the scarred arm, he threw the broken sword to Xue Tingbo, "If you think it offended you, it's not wrong to stab it twice no."

Xue Tingbo felt that he was being ridiculed and belittled, but he refused to admit it, as if to show that he was not afraid, he drew his sword and stabbed the medicine man's chest and abdomen.

There was a puff, as if some kind of pasta was pierced... It didn't feel like a sword wounding a living person at all.

Seeing Xue Tingbai's unconcealable astonishment, Mo Ren raised his hand and transformed into a mirror.

What was reflected in the mirror was Jiang Chenxian's current situation.

He was really kneeling in front of a mortal's grave, his clothes stained with dirt, and he was in a terrible state.

Standing in front of the mirror, Xue Tingbo looked at the man he had been ruthless for so long bowing his knees, and couldn't help but feel relieved in his heart: "Look at his trash, it's all thanks to his good sister."

Mo Ren's gloomy black pupils slowly turned sideways, seeing Xue Tingbai's loathing and mocking expression, and smiled faintly.

"Yes, thanks to his good relatives."

Mrs. Jiang hurried back to Mian'an last night, and after knowing the details of the Demon Realm incident and the cause and effect of the Skinning Demon Cultivator, she let out a long sigh.

Repaying debts, and killing people with life, this is the rule of the righteous way since ancient times. Although Jiang Chenxian only made a mistake for a while, the bitter fruit has already been forged. Six lives have stained Mian'an's stone tablet with blood.

Kneel down to the souls of the dead, make an apology, and save the dead.

It is a loss of face for the aristocratic family, but it is far from enough to repay the crime for the innocent lives that have passed away.

Jiang Chenxian went down to the city in person, took the spirit stone to find the family of the deceased, and gave as much as he wanted.

But now, the noble young master, who is as high-spirited as a fairy, is kneeling in front of the mass grave, kneeling to the bones buried in it.

Xie Jinyi stood outside the crowd, his eyes were full of pain, but he didn't take half a step closer.

"Is the madam's punishment too severe?" The guard following behind sighed, "I have just walked all the way, and I have heard that the boy in the tomb is an idiot, born with defects, and his family thought he was a child when he was young. He ate too much as a burden, and even pushed him into the river to drown him... As a result, the boy survived, and the family's evil deeds were known to the villagers and they were excluded."

Another person was stunned: "Really?"

"Really. The boy's mother is extremely greedy. When she passes by someone's field, she will pick up any seedlings that grow well. I heard that she thought the child was dead for a long time. When it was rumored that there was a demon cultivator last year, she was malicious Drive people out of their homes and don't let them in."

"In this way, isn't it that the one who killed the young man...the Jiang family has lost so much money, it's better to spend the money..."

"Enough." Xie Jinyi interrupted softly, "The dead are the greatest, what do you look like chewing people's tongues here?"

If Jiang Chen made a mistake, he was wrong. He wanted to accept the crime and accept the punishment, regardless of the family status of the deceased.

For the matter of saving the souls of the dead, the Jiang family invited special monks to set up a formation. When Jiang Chen came back, he was already covered in mud.

Xie Jinyi lightly held his arm: "Is it okay?"

"It hurts." Jiang Chen rubbed his knees delicately. He was noble and pampered since he was a child. Although he has also cultivated and exercised his body these years, the six families traveled a few cities away. He knelt for two days, and now his feet are not uncomfortable. is impossible.

"Sowing evil causes reaps evil consequences, this is my retribution." Jiang Chen straightened his body, "If I repent sincerely and can accumulate blessings and virtues for Wan Zhu, then it will be worth it."

Jiang Chenxian knew that his trip was not to give an explanation to the seven great sects, but to pass the test in his heart.

Remember all the shame and pain of today, some things can't be done again.

"When I'm not here, how about mother admonishing Huai Zhao and Yun?" Jiang Chen seemed to think of something, and immediately regained his energy, "Jin Yi, hurry back."

When they rushed back to Mian'an, Yun Jian and Sheng Huaizhao were sitting in the main hall, Mingshun was at another small table, there were jade plates and delicacies in front of the three of them, Madam Jiang sat at the top with a smile on her face.

"Eat, eat whatever you like." Mrs. Jiang held her chin lightly and followed the two of them with smiling eyes.

Yun Jian clung tightly to Sheng Huaizhao, his hands hidden between the clothes of the two clasped his knuckles firmly, as if he was facing an enemy.

"Mother." Jiang Chen was out of breath and almost fell when he stepped over the threshold.

"Slow down, don't worry." Mrs. Jiang glanced at him lightly, "It's not that I won't let you come back, what's the rush."

Jiang Chen paused slightly, then he was helped to the opposite table, he looked worriedly at Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian in front of him.

His mother has a problem with strangers...

"I remember your name is Huai Zhao, right? How old is this year?" Mrs. Jiang gave the maidservant next to her a look, and that person walked up to Sheng Huaizhao with small steps.

A piece of translucent jade slip was placed in front of Sheng Huaizhao, on which a girl's profile appeared.

Sheng Huai Zhao paused, only felt that the little crying bag was holding him tighter, and his joints were aching.

"I think she should be seventeen or eighteen years old. My niece is about the same age as you..."

"Mother." Jiang Chenxian couldn't listen anymore, so he interrupted.

Only then did Mrs. Jiang recover from Sheng Huaizhao's pretty face, and met Yun Jian's cool and vigilant eyes.

When he was facing the sick young man, he was so pure and clear, like a pool of clear water, pure and without impurities, but when he looked at other people, he was like a thousand-year-old ice hidden deep in the bottom of the sea, which could not be melted. Sad and cold.

Especially when he mentioned Sheng Huaizhao, his eyes were more ruthless, it didn't look like being offended among friends, but rather like his things were taken away by someone.

Possessive warning.

Mrs. Jiang soon understood, she smiled and asked people to take the jade slip back: "Oh, it turned out to be like this, what a pity."

Jiang Chen sighed, and looked nervously at the two people opposite him. This is his mother's bad habit. Whenever he sees a beautiful young talent, he can't help but ask if he is interested.

My niece is fine. Occasionally, she has to ask a few questions about relatives who are far away and out of reach.

Mrs. Jiang was quite sorry, but she was not discouraged. She looked at Yun Jian several times, and then fell on Mingshun.

"What about this little fellow Taoist?"

Mingshun was so frightened that he clasped his palms together and stuttered: "Ah, Amitabha."

Quickly chant the Buddha's name to show his identity, to show that he has lost all mundane thoughts.

Sheng Huaizhao couldn't help laughing out loud, but when he turned around, he found Xiaokuibao looking at him with resentment.

Although there are no words, but the eyes are full: You are mine, why everyone misses you.

His eyes were too hot, Sheng Huaizhao lowered his eyes and took a sip of the tea, slowly stretched his five fingers under the table, and closed them along Yun Jian's tightly clasped phalanges.

Little crying bag seemed to be happier, but he didn't seem to be. Sheng Huaizhao was not sure, anyway, he just felt that he was sticking to his shoulders again.

Mrs. Jiang invited them to this dinner to thank them for rescuing the Jiang family brothers and sisters.

The cause was good, but unfortunately the result was a bit embarrassing.

"Today, you can rest well in Mian'an. As long as I am here, people from the seven major sects will not be able to take a hair of your hair away from Mian'an." Before leaving, Mrs. Jiang took a deep look at the three of them.

Sheng Huaizhao nodded in thanks: "Then we will leave first."

Yun Jian lowered his eyes calmly, as if he was not disturbed by foreign objects, and was far away.

Mrs. Jiang wanted to have a word with him, but subconsciously reminded herself that this was a demon cultivator, and she was not something she could approach casually.

Even Jiang Chenxian was a little worried about whether Yun Jian was angry, and wondered when he should apologize.

However, only Sheng Huaizhao knew that Xiaokuibao was staring at his right hand without blinking.

Because it was inconvenient to stand up, he let go of it for the time being, and then turned on his sticky switch again without thinking.

Mingshun followed behind the two, his big eyes tentatively scanning left and right, as if he was guessing which Yun Jian was at the moment.

Although the little crying bag in the past had no relatives, it was still soft-spoken to outsiders, and they could be distinguished at a glance.But now, Mingshun feels that his two personalities are more and more alike...

At least from the perspective of an outsider like him, it is impossible to tell who is silent for a while.

"Ming Shun." Sheng Huaizhao suddenly called his name, and the little monk looked up guiltily like a frightened rabbit.

"When you came to deliver the medicine in the morning, he talked to you, right?" Sheng Huaizhao asked slowly, feeling oppressive as if imposing some kind of punishment.

Mingshun immediately felt that his tongue was not working well: "Mm, um, yes... Ah!"

He bit his tongue just by answering that, and stood there with teary eyes.

Sheng Huaizhao chuckled: "I just asked casually, why are you nervous?"

But Mingshun absolutely understood that he was not "casual", looked at Yun Jian timidly, and Mingshun subconsciously said: "I, I'm sleepy, I have to go back quickly to fix my tongue and sleep."

After finishing speaking, he ran away like a rabbit with his head down.

Based on his reaction, Sheng Huaizhao instantly realized why he didn't expect Bingshan to lie to him.

After all, with Yun Jian's aloof personality at night, how could he guess what he looks like in the daytime?Someone must have tipped off the news.

Before he could figure out how to take revenge on these two little bastards, Sheng Huaizhao felt a heavy shoulder.

The little crying bag pressed his forehead against his body, and his voice was extremely soft.

"Huai Zhao, if you are still angry, you can punish me and scold me...but don't ignore me, and don't look at other people, okay?" He said earnestly.

Sheng Huaizhao sighed, raised his hand to touch the head of the little cat on his shoulder: "I said I'm not angry with you."

Mainly being angry with him is asking for trouble and spending the whole night "begging for forgiveness".

Yun Jian gave a muffled hum, and then asked in a low voice, "Then do you like me, or him?"

"..."

"In the future, two souls will choose each other, choose me or him?"

"..."

"If he kisses you ten times, can I kiss you twenty times?"

The author has something to say:

Really only kiss twenty times?