After coaxing old enemies into avatars

The soft-spoken accountability followed closely, and Sheng Huaizhao couldn't help but look away: "...I don't remember, I can't remember."

Back then when Yun Jian's two souls were not in harmony, he had done a lot of bad things, and it was more wrong than anyone else to turn over old accounts.

The person in front seemed to be regretfully prolonging the ending, and slowly bent over to put his wrists behind him, gently clasping the thin frame.

He slowly dropped the petals from his lips to Sheng Huaizhao's shoulders, carefully covered the little mole, and raised his eyes gently: "Then I have to find a way to remind you."

Sheng Huaizhao: "..."

The petals rubbed lightly, and the itching spread. He dodged instinctively, and quietly sank three minutes into the water.

The clear hot spring water ripples through the vision, like a timid evasion that cannot be dodged, and a certain panic dissolves in it.

The petals with teeth marks quietly seeped down with the ripples of the water, obediently scooped the clear water into the bosom, gently weighed and held it, and the water drops that strayed into it and had no way out could only follow along. The lines of the petals go back and forth, like some kind of ingenious shackles.

Not only flustered but also weak for a while, Sheng Huaizhao slipped on the soles of his feet and choked on water in front of Yun Jian.

The person in front of him had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and quickly pressed his palm against his lower back, slowly lifting him up from the short-term danger.

The petals floated into the bosom in a moment of turbulence, and quietly stuck to Sheng Huaizhao's collarbone, and the sporadic red was like half a spoonful of maple syrup melted in the first snow, adding to the deliciousness.

Someone quietly twitched their Adam's apple.

"Be careful."

Water and air became the medium at close range, and Sheng Huaizhao had the illusion of chest throbbing when he heard him speak.

"Sword cultivator, genius," he paused, pinching Yun Jian's arm lightly with his knuckles, "Brother Immortal, do you feel that something is broken in you?"

A strand of Yun Jian's hanging hair soaked into the water, and quickly gathered into a lock, like the elegant brush strokes in an ink painting: "What?"

"Character design!" Sheng Huaizhao glared at him, raised his hand and waved lightly, "It's crumbled to pieces."

The person in front of him guessed the meaning of the word a little bit, smiled and lowered his head: "Will there be any consequences if it collapses?"

Sheng Huaizhao's voice, which was full of anger before, suddenly weakened, and he never thought that Yun Jian would ask such a question.

Things that cannot be explained will not give a convincing answer, but it has been said that it seems that if he does not find a deterrent answer, he will make progress.

This man is always on the verge of danger.

The steam was so hot that it burned the earlobe so hot, Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyes again with a serious expression: "I will hate you."

"Then you hate me?"

"……almost."

Yun Jian slowly drew back the distance, seemed to observe him patiently for a while, then lowered his voice: "It seems not yet."

Sheng Huaizhao: "..."

Is it an honor not to be disliked?

The big cat, which was soaked in water, fully demonstrated what it means to be arrogance and arrogance. It hung on Sheng Huaizhao's body and refused to move until it was exhausted.

After taking a bath, Sheng Huaizhao was carried back by him wrapped in a brocade quilt, and he claimed that he was too delicate and weak to be cold.

Sheng Huaizhao was so angry that he hid his pillow to prevent him from leaning on it.

Looking at the person who was still pinching the pillow and venting his anger, Yun Jian coaxed him patiently, and lightly dropped his hand to the middle of the brocade quilt.

"Okay, I know I was wrong, it won't be like this next time." He lowered his head, twisted a strand of Sheng Huaizhao's hair and wrapped it around his fingertips lightly, "Forgive me."

"Yeah, I know I made a mistake, do it again next time, and pretend to be stupid again." Sheng Huaizhao raised a finger and hooked his hair back. "It was really hard for you to lie down and pretend to be cute."

It was obvious that he was scolding him, but Yun Jian couldn't stop smiling.

Seeing that a verbal apology was really useless, he simply rubbed against Sheng Huaizhao's waist, using the collapsed curve of the brocade quilt as a pillow: "Then I can only do this."

Sheng Huaizhao: "..."

The pillow wrapped in fine velvet was pushed out from between the brocade quilts, and landed in front of him.

"Go away."

Yun Jian chuckled and put it back in place, and then he saw the fist-sized Wanwu Sheng resting beside the pillow.

After coming out of Miao Sha City, it has maintained this size, without any movement or vitality.

"Huai Zhao, how long do you need to nourish it with your heart and blood?"

Sheng Huaizhao originally thought that he was going to toss about something, but he didn't expect this question to be so serious, so he slowly turned sideways: "Until it can take shape."

After all, this spirit tree was only one step away when it was conquered back then. After so much tossing along the way, he should pay for something.

Yun Jian's eyes were slightly cold, as if he was unhappy with the unknown end of the sacrifice.

"Why use your heart and blood?"

"Maybe it's because it's related to me."

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Huaizhao noticed that Yun Jian's sideways eyes were fixed on him, and there was a third more deep meaning of old wounds in his eyes.

Compared with other expressions, this expression was more unfamiliar, Sheng Huaizhao's tone was a little cautious: "What's wrong?"

"How can it only be related to you." Yun Jian's knuckles caressed along the lines on the tree species, as if blending the aura that had flowed during the period, "Isn't it the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy that it has tasted?" Take half from me?"

Sheng Huaizhao's arm propped on the bed was a little numb, and he quietly checked again and again before he understood what Yun Jian's words meant.

The previously playful emotions subsided, and he slowly sat up straight, the brocade quilt was draped over the thin coat, and Sheng Huaizhao lowered his eyelashes: "How much do you remember?"

"You didn't show up much," Yun Jian chuckled, and raised his hand to brush around the lock of hair in front of his eyes, feeling relieved, "So you all remember."

After unraveling the Gu poison for him, and planting all things in the sea of ​​consciousness, he also understood one by one after the soul fusion.

It's just that I didn't recall it right away, but dreamed intermittently at midnight in the past few days, and the half-truth and half-false memories settled in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Sheng Huaizhao's soft hair was wrapped around his knuckles in a curl, and when it was slowly loosened, it looked like a small wave.

"It's hard for you to see such an unbearable past." Yun Jian said softly, "I'm sorry."

The dull pain in the palm recurred, twisting into the bottom of the heart along the blood flow.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't know what he was thinking at this moment, and in what mood he said this apology.

Those sufferings were not something he could choose, nor was he willing to endure, it was an unchangeable past, an established fact.

It wasn't under his leadership, but why should he apologize?

As if sensing that the atmosphere was too heavy, Yun Jian lowered his eyes and wanted to change the subject, but the person in front of him leaned forward and threw himself into his arms.

It's full, like a sliver of sunlight.

Sheng Huaizhao put his forehead on his shoulder and hugged him tightly: "You can only apologize to me when you don't agree with me."

With a hint of obstinacy like an order, and a little childish childishness.

"You shouldn't bear your past. If you can't let it go, wait for me to dilute it. If you can't let it go, give me half of it." The person in his arms seemed to be unable to find a better adjective, so he tapped lightly. Touch his collarbone.

hiss.

It hurts more than he imagined.

Sheng Huaizhao squinted his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows quietly: "In short, I didn't think you were so pitiful because of the past, and I wanted to treat you well."

"My feelings for you, everything, is based on mutual consent, and I am happy." Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and touched the back of his neck indiscriminately, like rubbing the back of a kitten roughly, "In short That's it."

When he looked up, Yun Jian's black hair was rumpled and loose. He thought it was a cat that had been blow-dried by him just after taking a bath, and it had a tendency to frizz.

Sheng Huaizhao couldn't help it, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Yun Jian caught his subtle expression changes, bowed his head and stuck to him: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh when you're happy." Sheng Huaizhao looked at him, his eyes were calm and fearless, "There are so many reasons."

"En." Yun Jian's gaze slowly fell on his lips, as if he was drawing the very light lip line, and he pursed his lips quietly.

Sheng Huaizhao saw through his thoughts, grabbed the quilt when he was about to bow his head, and lay back comfortably.

An empty remonstrance fell: ...

He raised his hand and slowly tucked the loose hair behind his ears, watching Sheng Huaizhao lying on his pillow and playing with the tree seeds that grow all things, and said in a low voice, "You are like a cat."

Sheng Huaizhao:?

"You are like a cat."

Without making an undisputed excuse, Yun Jian raised his hand to stop the tree species.

"You are weak, so leave it to me to pour your heart and soul into it."

When the drowsy Wanwusheng heard this sentence, he lifted the tiny branch in approval.

In fact, both Yun Jian and Sheng Huaizhao have an inseparable relationship with him. If you really want to choose carefully, Yun Jian, who is a magic cultivator, is more suitable.

But before, the young man's spirit was incompatible and his mind was unstable, so it was not feasible to cut off his blood rashly, and there was no reason for Yun Jian to irrigate it, so Wan Wusheng only mentioned this matter to Sheng Huaizhao.

Now if Yun Jian is willing, it is of course the best.

Seeing the little sapling happily agreeing, Sheng Huaizhao thought for a moment: "Are you really willing? It still hurts to have a knife cut in your heart every month."

Yun Jian held the tree species in his palm: "It's because of the pain that I'm here."

Leng Buding was rubbed to the most itchy part of his heart again, Sheng Huaizhao withdrew his hand sullenly, and stared at Yun Jian.

"What's wrong?" Yun Jian slightly tilted his head.

Straightball pros don't feel anything wrong with their fundamentals.

Sheng Huaizhao slowly closed his eyes, and yawned lazily to deal with it.

Yun Jian tucked the quilt up for him, slowly lay down on his side, and asked softly, "Huai Zhao, if that's the case, is Wan Wu Sheng the heir to inherit the blood from your heart and mine?"

"You really know how to take advantage of it." Sheng Huaizhao lazily said, "If you drop two drops of blood, the ancient spirit tree will be your son."

It was only when the people behind him became quiet that he realized that the words just now seemed to have gone too far. His face became thicker and his glass heart became more brittle after the fusion of spirit and soul.

Sheng Huaizhao sighed quietly, turned his head in front of Yun Jian, and gently tapped the seeds of Wanwusheng.

"You'd better make a cat and be a son to this clingy cat," Sheng Huaizhao added as if to teach, "Did you hear that?"

All creatures shook violently.

Shit.

The combined age of the two of you is not a fraction of my age.

My heart was very upset, but Wan Wusheng didn't dare to say a word.

After turning off the lights and entering the night, Yun Jian hugged him for a while: "What kind of cat does Huaizhao like?"

"Sanhua, it's better to be a male."

"why?"

"Because it's Tianxie, it can save you trouble."

"..."

Wanwusheng:?

Vicious husband and wife, what's the matter with you?

"You said you are so good-looking, why don't you find someone to marry you? You have to come to our Xiaochou Building to sell yourself." Yun Niang lightly held the earrings, and followed Yu Tong's eyes in the mirror.

Yu Tong was drawing her eyebrows to the mirror, and when she heard this, she slowly lowered her green bird head and showed a smug smile: "I'm here for Sister Duan, there's no band in the world that doesn't know his name."

"Duan Qing?" Yun Niang frowned slightly, raised her puzzled gaze to stare at the person in front of her.

Yu Tong noticed the slight change in her expression and turned her head slowly.

"No wonder you can remember that they are all ambitious people." Yun Niang suddenly lost her face, and said coldly, "You can't see him now if you want to see him, after all, he is now the royal singer of the young master of Yaocheng. Cultivator Fang is hard to find if he wants to meet him."

Yu Tong slowly recovered: "Really?"

"Yes, who doesn't know that a thief came to our Xiaochou building to make trouble two years ago, and almost hurt the young master. In order to arrest the thief, the young master went out of the city to arrest him, but he heard that he was caught by that person on the way. I hurt my eyes and feet.”

Yu Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, what was it, why didn't he know?

At the beginning, after he pulled that high-ranking young master into the mortal world, he really offended people severely, but he has always upheld the belief that getting what he needs doesn’t hurt others by mistake... At least it’s good to break up with that young master , How could he suddenly hurt his eyes and legs?

"Was that thief injured?"

"Otherwise, who else could it be?" Yun Niang sighed, "That's the young master of our Yao City, his cultivation will become clear day and night, so could it be that any passer-by can hurt him?"

"...That thief is even more powerful than the monk who is bright day and night."

Yunniang finally realized that something was wrong, and she slowly came back to her senses: "Who are you speaking for?"

"Of course it's the young master." Yu Tong touched the side of her face guiltily, "Here, what does the young master's leg injury have to do with Miss Duan Qing's becoming an imperial singer?"

"The relationship is really big." Yun Niang shook her head, "Young master was thinking about the thief when he came back, and even came to Xiaoshoulou to guard for several days. Later, Duan Qing was worried that something happened to his health, so he brought food to the door by himself."

At that time, the whole Xiaochoulou persuaded her not to, after all, this is the young master, who has never seen such a beautiful country, how can people like them fall into his eyes with a little flattery?

But later, when Duan Qing came out with the jade pendant and ordered everyone to become the young master's exclusive singer, everyone suddenly realized.

This is Duan Qing, and there are people who can't get the top card in Xiaochou Building?

"It's different for those who have some means. Not only have they won the favor of the son of the aristocratic family, but they have also moved out of our place."

"Move..." Yu Tong realized later, clenched the fist hanging by her side, "Moved out?"

Then he sold himself this trip, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?

"That's not right, Changwangmen personally sent someone down to pick it up." Yunniang couldn't hide her envy in her tone, "You don't deserve such a sensation at that scene."

Seeing Yu Tong gradually showing a sense of sadness, Yun Niang patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think about it, don't think about it, you don't need Duan Qingchao with your face, practice your folk art and body again, and you may be less When the Lord comes to the building again, he will also take a fancy to you."

Naturally, Yu Tong didn't think about this.

If Duan Qing was picked up, his information network would be cut off, so it would not be easy to inquire about Mozun again.

Yunniang turned and went out, Yingying Yanyan's laughter filled the door, her sister who came to pick him up was coming soon.

Yu Tong raised her hand and threw down the thin gauze skirt on her body, changed into a dark night clothes, and dropped her hand to the edge of the window.

Fortunately, the first time is raw and the second time is familiar, so it is not impossible to run again.

But what Yu Tong didn't expect was that after flying out of the window, he bumped into an invisible barrier out of thin air.

His forehead was knocked down heavily, and the red mark spread from his forehead to the tip of his nose. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and fell silently into the rubble.

...The Xiaochou building actually has an enchantment?

No one is allowed to fly over the wall?

Realizing this, Yu Tong turned around and realized that several thugs had already gathered downstairs, all of whom were apparently alarmed by the barrier and came out to arrest them.

Oops.

How could he be so naive, thinking that with the previous experience, Xiaoshoulou would not be on guard?

Yu Tong panicked and returned the same way, and quickly put on the thin skirt when she fell from the window.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open with one hand, and the elder sister who came to pick him up took him behind him, and looked out through his wide open window: "You are new here? Did you see any weird people?"

"No." Yu Tong put one hand behind her back and was still arranging her dress.

"It's not safe here, hurry up and go downstairs with me, someone will come up to search and interrogate later."

There is no way to escape when you go down, Yu Tong raised her hand to break away from the woman's traction: "Ah, I...my stomach hurts, you, you go down first, I will..."

"Stomach pain?" The woman frowned and looked at him for a moment, "I didn't see you when I came here, what's wrong?"

"Suddenly." Yu Tong also realized how clumsy her excuse was, and when she turned around and wanted to run, someone pinned her shoulders.

"I thought it was strange before. They all said they saw a thief downstairs, and your window was wide open again." The woman pressed Yu Tong's shoulder, "Is that you?"

Yu Tong realized that he couldn't hide it, and wanted to push him away with a backhand palm, but the woman clasped his wrist instead to use her strength, and instantly suppressed him in front of him.

"It really is you." The woman sneered, folded her palms and condensed the demon-binding rope, and quickly tied Yu Tong to her face, "No wonder the young master has been thinking about her for two years, she is indeed pretty."

Yu Tong hadn't realized how he became a soft-shelled turtle, the woman raised her hand and led him out of the window.

"I've already caught him, now I'm going to report to the young master, hard work."

Seeing Yu Tong's astonished expression, Yun Niang who hurried back hurriedly said, "Well, I sold this person, Miss Chen, remember to say something nice for me!"

It was already dawn when there was a big commotion, and Yu Tong struggled: "Who are you? Why did you take me away suddenly? What did I do again? You Yaocheng are so arrogant and unreasonable, don't you follow the law?"

"You should be so arrogant and unreasonable to a flower picker." Miss Chen gave him a disgusted look, "If the young master hadn't ordered you to be caught alive, I would have sewed your mouth shut."

She stayed in Xiaoshoulou for three years for this person, and finally waited for this day.

"What kind of flower picker, I'm not..."

Before he finished speaking, the demon-binding rope was tightened instantly, causing Yu Tong's ears and tail to move forward in pain.

"Still say no, vixen."

Yu Tong had no choice but to take out a piece of jade that Sheng Huaizhao handed to him with his hands behind his back, and held it tightly in his palm: "Even if I am a fox demon, I didn't do anything bad. Can't do it anymore?"

Miss Chen didn't bother to argue with him anymore, the young master said, that fox demon is sharp-tongued and scheming, so she must not argue with him if there is any verbal dispute.

Seeing that she ignored her, Yu Tong could only shake the jade again.

Sheng Huaizhao said that when he was in danger, he could call for help as long as he touched it, so it wouldn't be difficult to come and rescue him with Yun's cultivation level, right?

He didn't do anything evil to the young master of Yaocheng, so naturally he didn't want to put his blind and lame back on his back, shaking his hands desperately.

Miss Chen narrowed her eyes slightly, and a gust of bitter wind blew in untimely, blocking the way forward.

She looked slightly cold: "Who is it?"

The shadow of the sword settled down, and the sleeves of the boy in white fluttered, like a butterfly sent by Feng Cheng: "Let me go."

Seeing who the person came, Yu Tong's eyes lit up: "Help me quickly, this Yaocheng person is unreasonable, and he is going to be tortured!"

Yu Tong spat out that there was a constant stream of sources, and Miss Chen and Yun Jian were a little impatient with the quarrel.

The hilt of the sword suddenly touched his belly, and the little fox stopped with a dry cough.

Miss Chen is like facing a big enemy: "Young master, this person has been wanted by Yaocheng for a long time. Although I don't know what kind of friendship you have with him, you still leave it to us to deal with."

As a sword cultivator, she couldn't understand this person's swordsmanship for a while. Presumably, he must be several times higher than her cultivation level, and she must be the one who suffers from rash actions.

Yun Jian looked indifferent, raised his hand to cover the fingertips of the sword hilt on his waist, and said two words slowly: "Let me go."

Not an easy negotiation, but an order.

The leapfrog crushing between sword repairers is always done without any interest. Miss Chen didn't even realize when she obeyed her order to let go of Yu Tong. The little fox had already been carried behind her by Yun Jian.

Yun Jian didn't deliberately restrain his sword intent, and the pressure Yu Tong received was even stronger. He was held in the palm of his hand panting: "...Why are you alone, Sheng Huaizhao?"

"Everything is guarded." Yun Jian lowered his cold eyes, "You can't let him accompany me to clean up your mess every day."

Yu Tong: ...

I really want to refute, but I can't say anything.

The woman behind still wanted to chase after him, but the sword intent was wrapped in a gust of wind, so she had to raise her hand to resist.

But when she came back to her senses, her breath and whereabouts were all gone, she stood at the same place blankly, not knowing where the person was going.

When Yun Jian brought Yu Tong back to the inn, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Before he left, Sheng Huaizhao was lazily still awake, so in order to let him have a good rest, Yun Jian fell into the enchantment.

But now outside the barrier, there are multiple monks' breath.

There was no heresy on the first floor of the inn, Yun Jian hurried upstairs and saw the figure guarding in front of the hall.

Leaning against the side of the promenade, the boy in pink turned sideways: "...Little Tong?"

Yu Tong raised her eyes, followed Duan Qing's gaze, then slowly fell down, and saw the young man in a water blue Taoist robe with wide sleeves and a white scarf blindfolded sitting at the door.

The young man couldn't look at him, but turned to him precisely.

"haven't seen you for a long time."