After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Yu Tong said several times that he wanted to see Sheng Huaizhao, but was rejected by Yun Jian on the grounds that he was unwell. The little fox gritted his teeth angrily, and turned his head to vent his anger on Xiao Luo.Young Master Xiao had just recovered from a serious illness, so how could he stand up to his manipulation, the sound transmission jade easily crossed thousands of mountains and fell into the hands of Sheng Huaizhao.

Sheng Huaizhao was lying on the bed when he received the jade slip from Yaocheng, and with a twist of his fingertips, he slammed the jade slip into Yun Jian's arms.

"So, Lord Mozun, how long do you plan to imprison me?" He propped his chin, looking at Yun Jian, who was sitting at the end of the bed, with eyelashes drooping, An Ran helping his ankle with medicine.

Sheng Huaizhao really didn't understand, he clearly already had a bone chain, but Yun Jian's desire for possessiveness seemed to be rooted deep in his bone marrow, and it was actually replaced by a chain when he fell asleep.

Then he inexplicably "couldn't get out of bed" in another form.

Whenever Sheng Huaizhao expressed resistance, he would be suppressed by Yun Jian, or with kisses, or other methods. Anyway, he was chaotic for a few days and nights, and when he woke up, he had no energy to fight again.

Fortunately, Sheng Huaizhao is now a Sword Immortal, and he has already been bigu, otherwise he would really be tossed by Yun Jian.

Calculating the time, it has been half a month. Sheng Huaizhao knew that he lacked a sense of security, but he did not expect that his tolerance would gradually become connivance.

Yun Jian had no intention of loosening the chain for him at all.

The jade slips in Yaocheng are an opportunity, and he needs to have a good talk with Yun Jian.

"I didn't imprison you." Yun Jian lowered his eyes, and slowly applied the cool ointment to his icy ankle. When he groped along the blood-red trace, he could not restrain his deep eyes.

"No, it's really refreshing to say that." Sheng Huaizhao smiled lightly, slowly raised his leg, and put his heel on Yun Jian's leg, getting close to him.

Yun Jian raised his eyes, looked at his lips with a lazy smile, and said softly, "I'm taking the medicine, don't move."

In fact, Sheng Huaizhao's legs don't hurt at all, he is an immortal after all, a little friction scar can be healed in the blink of an eye, but the reason why he left the marks was to arouse Yun Jian's heartache.

In the end, he didn't expect to hit one of his unknown obsessions.

Although they didn't admit it directly, both of them probably knew it well.

Yun Jian liked the various "traces" on Sheng Huaizhao's body very much.

"Huai Zhao."

His name has repeatedly appeared on Yun Jian's lips in the past few days, and each tone is full of hoarse emotion.

Yun Jian lightly lifted his heels, and his knuckles lightly pressed against the silver chains, and then a light kiss fell on the place where the red marks fell.

Even though Sheng Huaizhao has been intimate with him day and night for the past half month, seeing such a scene unexpectedly still makes his ears burn.

...Why did you play the hooligan so piously.

He subconsciously withdrew his feet, and the heavy chain hung down together with the bone chain, which was covered by the hem of his clothes.

"...I don't mean to be annoying, but you still have to go out to meet people, right?" Sheng Huaizhao sat up straight, slowly opened his arms to wrap around Yun Jian's waist, and then threw himself into his arms like a loser.

Yun Jian hugged him carefully, his fingertips went around his jet-black hair, and he saw the red earlobes.

"Who do you want to see?"

"Jiang Chenxian, Mingshun, and Jiang Wanzhu are awake too? I haven't seen her yet... Xiaoji has to meet, too, and Yuanxing Palace..."

"They all know you're back." Yun Jian tightened his arms.

Sheng Huaizhao turned sideways and lay in his arms: "We have to see each other once we know. It's been such a long time, so I have to report that I'm safe."

Yun Jian fell silent, just when Sheng Huaizhao thought he was going to start a roundabout tactic again, he heard a low voice: "Okay."

"You agreed?" Sheng Huaizhao blinked, stood up and looked up at him.

The sleeping hall is surrounded by night pearls, so bright that it can clearly illuminate the joy surging in Sheng Huaizhao's eyes.

Yun Jian slowly raised his hand, gently wrapped the hair that fell on his lips behind his ears, and then lifted his chin along the side of his face.

The pious touch first fell to the eyelashes, and then to the cheeks after sticking to the trembling eyelashes. Sheng Huaizhao was a little bit amused by his little animal-like gesture of rubbing his relatives, and was stopped when he was about to make a sound.

The natural kiss has long since lost the jerky and fear of crossing the boundaries, and there has long been more straightforward feelings between them than honesty.

Sheng Huaizhao is always the first one to lose. He raised his hand and put it behind Yun Jian's ear, gently pinching his earlobe.

"...Yun Jian, it's too late."

Yun Jian, however, looked like some kind of animal that landed recklessly, leaning forward slightly with both hands.

Sheng Huaizhao slept between the layers of quilts, and was covered by a large koala in front of him.

"Huai Zhao, I'm sorry." Yun Jian's chin rested on the most ticklish part of his shoulder, and when he spoke in a low voice, his breath fell on it, making it tickle.

Sheng Huaizhao tried to hide for a while, but he didn't dodge, resisting the urge to push him away: "It's too late to apologize now."

"I know." Yun Jian lowered his head slowly, tilting his head against his side face, as if he had to have such a close contact to relieve the uneasiness in his heart, "Every day I wake up, I want to release the restriction on you ,but……"

Sheng Huaizhao heard it clearly, but the loneliness impregnated with these two words, as if the untraceable three years were revealed before his eyes again, and Yun Jian became a lone soul bound in the darkness again.

"Close my eyes, I will always dream of the time when you disappear. The bone nail returned to my body, and I completely lost contact with you, and all things gradually withered..."

Yun Jian was also injured at that time, but he didn't have the slightest thought to worry about his own situation. He searched the entire cultivation world day and night, watching the injury worsen soberly, and when he was so tired that he couldn't control himself and fell into a deep dream, he could live in the past. In his memories, he glimpsed half of Sheng Huaizhao.

But before the dream healed, he hurriedly woke up crying blood, and when he opened his eyes, there was nothing left but despair.

"I don't even know how to awaken everything like you." Yun Jian lowered his eyelashes, not knowing whether it was the change of light and shadow or Sheng Huai's panic, there was a hint of wetness on those slender eyelashes.

...Crying again?

"The conditions for the growth of ancient trees are extremely harsh. If you don't have a little blood in your heart, you can't do it without a little bit of cold soil."

Withered and withered at every turn, even spoiled and pampered is like a compliment in front of it.

Sheng Huaizhao directly swallowed all living things into his stomach at the beginning, and how the sapling survived was completely left to the system. How did he know that the old tree was so difficult to raise.

Yun Jian just explained a simple sentence, but he seemed to see the invincible Mozun His Highness burnt out because of a tree.

Speaking of which, after Sheng Huaizhao disappeared, Wan Wusheng was probably Yun Jian's only sustenance.

After all, he and Xiaoshuzhizi broke into Yun Jian's sea of ​​consciousness at the beginning, so many times they lived and died together, Yun Jian should have guessed that there was another inexplicable bond behind them.

"I'm sorry." Every word he said fell on the most sore place in Sheng Huaizhao's heart, and it hurt for a while when he poked it, but right now he had no choice but to hug him tightly.

He can't make up for any day in the three missing years, he can only hold Yun Jian tightly with the intimacy at the moment.

"I really won't do this again." Sheng Huaizhao raised his knuckles, followed the red marks at the end of Yun Jian's eyes, and landed on his eyelashes, and fiddled with them slowly.

Really wet.

Yun Jian seemed to realize that he was aware of his emotions, and slowly hid his face between his collarbone: "It's okay... Anyway, no matter how long you go, I will wait for you at the same place."

"..." Sheng Huaizhao was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and pushed Yun Jian's shoulder, "Who do you look down on? What do you mean no matter how long I go?"

Yun Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, and subconsciously hid the other emotions in his eyes, only sadness and depression became stronger.

His silence is the best provocation.

Sheng Huaizhao snorted coldly, then raised his leg and boasted, and sat down in Yun Jian's arms, with his hands on his sides facing him: "Come on."

The person who was about to bury flowers just now was obviously stunned for a moment, and raised his eyes to look at Sheng Huaizhao: "Huh?"

"The two of us have to keep one of us here, so the other can feel at ease." Sheng Huaizhao just finished speaking, and then grabbed Yun Jian's girdle, "Don't dawdle, the night is too short, so stop talking nonsense."

Although the ultimate goal is still this, Yun Jian never thought that he would achieve it so easily, subconsciously took Sheng Huaizhao's hand lightly: "But you are not..."

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, when I think about you, everything looks great." Sheng Huaizhao lowered his head, and kissed him along the corner of his lips, "Come on, make up for the three years."

That being said, after being in a daze for a long time, Sheng Huaizhao woke up and found that the chains on his ankles were still not untied, and only then did he realize that he had been tricked.

Showing weakness and overturning old accounts are all means of pretending to be pitiful!His majesty Mozun didn't intend to keep his word at all.

Sheng Huaizhao was so angry that he curled up in the quilt and didn't speak, and Ren Yunjian didn't respond to coaxing.

The scheming Mozun Highness was at a loss for the first time, no matter how he coaxed Sheng Huaizhao, he only gave him the back of his head.

… Except when applying the medicine, brother Jianxian would say coldly, "Go away."

Sheng Huaizhao was so angry that he even applied the medicine himself, although Yun Jian had to clean up the mess in the end.

"Huai Zhao." At night, Yun Jian sat by the bed, holding a plate of rabbit dumplings in his hand, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Sheng Huaizhao was lying on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book of words from the realm of comprehension in his hand, apparently he didn't hear it.

Yun Jian hesitated for a moment, put the rabbit dumpling on the table and went out, Sheng Huaizhao heard the footsteps, then slowly raised his eyes and followed for a while, making sure that he turned his head and continued holding it when he came back.

Wan Wusheng, who had been waiting for a few days without getting a chance, was suddenly summoned to the main hall, and before he understood what happened, he was put on the edge of the bed by Yunjian.

"Huai Zhao, don't you want to see him?" He stroked Xiao Tuanzi's hair and hugged him to the edge of the bed, "I brought him here."

Sheng Huaizhao didn't turn his head back, he raised his hand to lift up the quilt, before Yun Jian could understand, Sheng Sheng had already crawled into Sheng Huaizhao's arms, and said stickily, "Huai Zhao!"

Xiaotuanzi was cute and cute, Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand to gently rub the back of his neck, and kissed his forehead.

Sheng Sheng was so happy that he put his arms around him and said softly, "What are you looking at?"

"Storybook." Sheng Huaizhao turned a page of a relatively normal illustration, "Look."

Although he was left out in the cold, Yun Jian still raised his eyes and saw a beautiful woman holding a child in the illustration.

"What is this?" Sheng Sheng didn't understand, and asked with his head tilted.

Sheng Huaizhao smiled: "Black-bellied Demon Venerable: The charming goddess runs with the ball, understand?"

Sheng Sheng: ...

Yun Jian: ...

System: Host, although this book is really outrageous, after all, everything is still so young, so it's not good for him to read it?

Sheng Huaizhao: He can't understand it either. I asked Yun Jian to read it.

Sure enough, just as Sheng Huaizhao was about to turn the page, Yun Jian pulled the storybook out of his hand: "Huai Zhao, now that your internal strength is unstable, it's better to read more about dim sum and swordsmanship."

The person in front of him didn't answer, so he put the pillow away, and Xiaotuanzi crawled into his arms very consciously, looking at Yun Jian behind him with big eyes.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his fingertips and gently pressed Xiaotuanzi's eyebrows: "I'm sleepy, do you want to sleep with me?"

Xiaotuanzi nodded, squinted at Yun Jian, and then plunged into his arms.

The Ye Mingzhu swayed for a moment, then gradually darkened as the aura flowed. The person beside the bed stood for a long time, seeing that they really wanted to rest, they sighed slowly.

Sheng Huaizhao has said all the good things these days and sacrificed himself, but a certain person who promised "good" is indifferent.

An eye for an eye is worth every penny, and he will not accept this kind of softness now.

Xiaotuanzi was young, and although he said he was going to sleep, he was actually in high spirits. He was asked to sing for a while, and for a while to listen to stories about running with the ball.

Sheng Huaizhao chatted with Xiaotuanzi as he wished, talking about the power of Yuanxing Palace for a while, and talking about the beasts in the Demon Realm for a while.

When the voice of the little tree branch was slightly drowsy, Yun Jian suddenly reached out and hugged him: "I'll take him to rest."

However, Sheng Sheng was naturally unwilling to leave Sheng Huaizhao, even though he was in a daze, he still tugged at his sleeve.

Sheng Huaizhao sat up slowly, still holding Xiaotuanzi's waist with his hands: "Give him back to me."

Yun Jian remained unmoved: "He's tired."

"Am I going to rest with him?"

"Huai Zhao."

Yun Jian is always like this. When he doesn't know how to refute, he can only call him by name. Every time, the tone of voice is the same, but the turning point of sadness and complaints in between can bring out new ideas.

Xiaotuanzi understood, slowly lowered his hand, and waved to Sheng Huaizhao: "Huaizhao, I'm going to bed."

This little kid was indeed brought out by Yun Jian himself, and he obediently stood over there with just one look. Sheng Huaizhao endured the tone, and before letting go, he bent over and kissed Sheng Sheng's forehead.

"Good night."

Xiaotuanzi immediately kissed him on the cheek: "Good night."

Seeing Yun Jian taking him away, Sheng Huaizhao just wanted to touch the script before realizing that Yun Jian had taken him away with him, he sighed helplessly.

After Yun Jian sent Xiaotuanzi back to Chengyang Peak where he lived, his fingertips rested between his eyebrows.

Xiaotuanzi's eyes widened, and just as he was about to be surprised by Yunjian's sudden intimacy, he found that his fingertips were pressed against the place Sheng Huaizhao had just kissed.

Then wiped.

Sheng Sheng: "...what are you doing?"

Yun remonstrated: "Take the kiss back."

Sheng Sheng: ...

On the way back, Yun Jian glanced at the book that Sheng Huaizhao was reading just now. He didn't go out, and let the cub deal with whatever he wanted to eat. The little fox also brought this pile of books back.

From the name to the illustrations, there is an uneasy feeling.

Yun Jian casually flipped through two pages, and as expected, he came across a sentence——

"She can no longer bear the demon's imprisonment, and she wants to leave that man with her unborn child."

With just this one sentence, Yun Jian lit a fire and burned it up.

As twilight approached, the afterglow of the setting sun shone down, and the eyes of the young Mozun deepened inch by inch.

The red marks under the eyes gradually deepened, like blood overflowing, suddenly dyed those eyes red.A certain evil spirit hidden in the heart veins kept rising and clamoring, urging all kinds of cruel thoughts.

When he came back to his senses, the palm of his hand was already overflowing with blood, and the white bones were exposed between the flesh and blood.

The handle at his waist sensed his violent and turbulent emotions, and several restraints slowly lit up: "Yun Jian, calm down."

"...I know." The voice was deep and cold, with icicles bristling.

The handle trembled and returned to silence, not daring to speak again.

In the past three years, this was the case every time Yun Jian got out of control.It's just that Sheng Huaizhao's return finally distracted him, and it was only during this period that he settled down.

The blood faded away, Yun Jian Yu moved all the spiritual power to suppress the evil spirit that was causing trouble, and after all the vicious thoughts were settled, there was only one thought left - Huai Zhao could not leave, not even for a second.

When he pushed the door and entered, Yun Jian quietly strengthened the formation in the hall, and when he was about to walk to the edge of the bed, he saw a pair of feet hanging by the edge of the bed.

Wearing chains, treading red marks.

Yun Jian's eyes were getting darker, and the palm that had just healed was pierced by his fingertips again. He pulled his reason with pain, and walked to the front slowly: "Huai Zhao."

Sheng Huaizhao slowly raised his eyes, met his perfectly concealed eyes, and slowly raised his hand.

What is he trying to say?Do you continue to argue about letting go of him, or do you want to get angry with him?

Yun Jian flashed back countless ways to deal with it in an instant, but he never thought that what Sheng Huaizhao said was: "Hold me."

The sound fell in the ears, like a feather falling to the ground, lightly brushing through the heart.

All the resentment and morbid pain seemed to be healed in an instant.

When he was in a daze, Sheng Huaizhao seemed to dislike his slowness, leaned over and fell into Yun Jian's arms, hugging him securely.

Yun Jian was cold for a second, sat on the ground, quickly recovered his stabbed palm, and then landed on Sheng Huaizhao's waist: "Why all of a sudden?"

"Suddenly?" Sheng Huaizhao tilted his head and asked patiently, "Suddenly what?"

"Suddenly...hug me." Yun Jian lowered his eyes, and the second half of the sentence he wanted to ask was "Aren't you angry", but after thinking about it, he felt that it was inappropriate.

Huai Zhao seemed to be in a good mood.

"Suddenly?" Sheng Huaizhao felt that his words were strange, "I like you and want to hug you, so I need to apply first?"

The sudden sentence of "like" was like a thunderstorm exploding from the ground, Yun Jian's pupils trembled slightly, and then he quickly raised his arms to hug Sheng Huaizhao.

"No need." He buried his face on Sheng Huaizhao's shoulder, "Anytime is fine."

Sheng Huaizhao smiled lightly, and stroked the back of his head like he was touching everything: "Holding too tightly, it hurts."

As if waking up from a dream, Yun Jian hastily placed him in the gauze tent, carefully as if holding a treasure.

Seeing his flustered appearance, Sheng Huaizhao suddenly wanted to laugh. He was indeed a little angry before, but he was only angry and remonstrated.

But calm down, there is only one reason for Yun Jian to do this... Just like the demonic situation he set up in Xiao Ji back then, the root cause of the disease is his Sheng Huaizhao.

A sense of security is neither innate nor acquired, but given by other things, the environment, and people.

Their relationship lacks Sheng Huaizhao's forceful response.

Yun Jian wants everyone in the world to know that Sheng Huaizhao is his and cannot be separated from him, but the way to reassure him is that Sheng Huaizhao himself knows their relationship and does not choose to leave.

He can't force a person to settle his thoughts in his heart, so he can only use external force to strengthen the barriers he has built.

After Sheng Huaizhao figured it out, all he could do was feel distressed.

He raised his hand to caress Yun Jian's brows, and kissed him like he coaxed everything to live before: "What should I do, you have treated me too much, but I still like you more and more."

Yun Jian's hands on his waist clenched into fists little by little, as if he finally grasped something that had been elusive before.

Huai Zhao said in person that he likes himself more and more.

Even if I treat him like this.

He won't leave with resentment and painstaking efforts like in the script.

Sheng Huaizhao looked at him in a daze, raised his hand and tapped his chin: "What about the response?"

The wandering soul returned to the body, Yun Jian lowered his eyes, and kissed the lips of the person in front of him: "I like it, love."

"Huai Zhao, I love you."

Although he purposely wanted to help Yun Jian regain his sense of security, Sheng Huaizhao did not expect that he would be caught off guard by hearing this sentence at this time.

...It’s not like this, it shouldn’t be said by Yun Jian.

In the next moment, both hands folded and pressed against Yun Jian's lips, Sheng Huaizhao glared at him: "What you just said doesn't count."

Before Yun Jian could frown, he heard Sheng Huaizhao say: "This is what I want to say now, you are not allowed to steal, I love you."

"I……"

"As many times as you want, I love you." Sheng Huaizhao didn't let him intervene in half a sentence, and followed up stubbornly and naively, "I don't care what I just said, I said it first, and I said more than you ,I love you."

One after another, they landed on Yun Jian's forehead as if they had substance, the Ye Mingzhu hung high on the top, Huai Zhao's face was just against the light, but he just looked at him.

The person in front of him seemed to be an existence that was more dazzling than light, and he was in his arms, not going there.

"Did you hear that?" Sheng Huaizhao bowed his head and touched him with his forehead, "I, love, you."

"Understood." Yun Jian raised his hand to press down on his wrist, and placed a gentle kiss on his palm.

Only then did Sheng Huaizhao let go, and subconsciously felt that the place he had just pasted was hot, and wanted to make a fist, but Yun Jian stretched his knuckles and clasped them.

"I heard it all, you said you love me." Yun Jian smiled, scattered light and shadow fell on his outline, never before had Sheng Huaizhao's heartbeat accelerated for such a moment.

"Huai Zhao."

"... here." Sheng Huaizhao felt a little ashamed and annoyed later, but the previous confession was said like a harsh word, so there was no reason to avoid it.

"Will you still love me when you wake up tomorrow?"

"Love."

"What about in a month?"

"Love."

"ten years……"

"Don't ask, there is no deadline, as long as you are alive, I am also alive, when the two hearts are still beating," Sheng Huaizhao lowered his head and bit his lips, "I will always love you, always, forever."

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I didn't have time to update yesterday... I was wrong... I added all [-] words today... Sorry! ! !