Everybody wants to be my leg pendant

Originally, the monks in Guangping City didn't care too much about each other. As a result, these demon cultivators tried their best to attract a wave of firepower, and as expected, they were beaten into small cakes by the power of the people...

Amidst the tragic background sounds of "Ah!!!", "Help!!!", "I was wrong!!!", Shen Qingyan raised an eyebrow at Bo Yunyi, and asked him a second time:

"How did you find it?"

For some reason, he felt that Bo Yunyi hesitated for a moment.

But this kind of hesitation seems to be Shen Qingyan's illusion, because next he heard Bo Yunyi say:

"It was the monks of Guangping City who first found the residence of Yunfu Mountain."

Many voices chirped around.

"Mr. Shen, you don't know, wow, we were very scared today! When we woke up, we found that you had been kidnapped and taken away from the store. You finally beat the robber to the ground. It fell into the ground at once..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Doubt is alive!"

"It's all the fault of those people from Qingyou City!! If they hadn't kidnapped Mr. Shen inexplicably, how could what happened afterwards!"

"That's right! It's all their fault! It's all their fault!"

Originally, the monks in Guangping City flocked to Shen Qingyan's side to comfort him after beating the demon cultivator.Now someone suddenly mentioned the word "Qingyou City", and quite a few people dragged out a giant cocoon from the crowd, and cursed around it...

Shen Qingyan couldn't help but look at the giant cocoon a few more times, and soon found that the scales exposed in the giant cocoon looked familiar...

"Kidnap me away? Didn't you say that I won some lottery? Why didn't other people in Quang Binh City know about the lottery?"

After recognizing the black-scaled flood dragon, Shen Qingyan asked very suspiciously.

At the same time Shen Qingyan asked these words, he saw the giant cocoon trembling slightly.

While the giant cocoon was shaking, the monks in Guangping City nearby said in unison: "Because he lied to you from the very beginning!!!"

"What century tour, what free lottery, fake, everything is fake!!!"

"The group of guys in Qingyou City have been thinking of kidnapping you for a long time, and even used excuses to get everyone in the city drunk..."

Shen Qingyan: ...

While everyone in Guangping City was talking about their explanations, Shen Qingyan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly walked slowly to the giant cocoon, stretched out his hand and pulled a silk thread on the giant cocoon.

Seeing this, the young monk standing beside the giant cocoon quickly said: "Mr. Shen, don't worry, this silk thread is very strong! Although it looks thin, it can be said to be very tough—uh!"

The young monk suddenly stopped talking, because he saw Shen Qingyan firmly grasping the silk thread, pulling it back...

While pulling, ask:

"You lied to me from the beginning?"

"Crack!"

"Still looking for me to buy wine in a grand manner??"

"Crackling!!"

"Did you dig up my shop while I was drunk?!"

"Crackling!!!"

Amidst the black-scaled flood dragon crying "I was wrong and I dare not do it again", even the demon cultivators who were beaten into small pancakes were momentarily stunned, and then the demon cultivators He shivered and asked the people around him:

"...The current cultivators are all so cruel..."

Everyone in Guangping City looked at each other for a while, and finally Bo Yunyi coughed lightly and said:

"Shen Qingyan has always been very gentle..."

Demon cultivators: ...

mild! ! ! !

Such people are called gentle, so how can they be called cruel! ! !

At this moment, they almost had a sense of disillusionment of "Are you the magic cultivator or I am the magic cultivator". After a few seconds of hesitation, they quickly scrambled and shouted:

"I recruited, I recruited!!! I recruited everything!!!"

"If you have something to say, don't do it..."

Thus, Shen Qingyan obtained a lot of information whether he wanted it or not...

"Shen's Cave Mansion? We really haven't paid attention to this matter... The reason we dig holes and move stones there is because there is a gap in the demon world."

On the sword light of the monks in Guangping City, the demon cultivators who were bound into cocoons said honestly:

"None of us can understand the law of the emergence of the fissure in the demon world, but we have always believed that as long as we can dig through this end of the fissure in the demon world, we will sooner or later be able to dig through the boundary walls of the two worlds and enter the demon world we have always longed for. ..."

"Why do you yearn for the Demon Realm... well, it's hard to say, after all, we are demon cultivators, so I always feel that the Demon Realm must be a very daunting place..."

The voices of the demon cultivators came intermittently from the wind, perhaps because of the long distance, they always sounded a little fuzzy.

Shen Qingyan was sitting on the roof of the small shop, and Bo Yunyi was standing beside him, their clothes were fluttering in the wind, and a black-scaled dragon with a big bag was pulling the small shop in the direction of Guangping City, crying. Run all the way.

Hong Wenming sat unsteadily on the top of a tree, staring at the approaching Quang Binh City, and suddenly lowered his head and asked Ling Song in the yard:

"Your master is right next to you, why don't you go over and say hello to him?"

Ling Song still painted himself in black, stood facing the wall among the pile of vats, muttering to himself: "You can't see me, I'm a water vat; you can't see me, I'm a water tank..."

Shen Qingyan looked down at the courtyard, smiled softly, and asked Bo Yunyi in a comfortable voice.

"You haven't answered my previous question yet."

"...How did you find me after I was swallowed underground?"

He said this, like asking, and like muttering to himself:

"In that darkness, I couldn't even sense the world, but you simply slashed with a sword... Is the powerful monk's sense of the world really so strong?"

"Don't tell me it's all just a coincidence..."

"——Because of coincidence, I never believe it."

The sound of the wind whizzed past the ears of the two, the chatter and laughter of the monks in Guangping City and the confessions of the demon cultivators were far away for a while, and it seemed that only the two of them were left in the world, Shen Qingyan slightly Standing up straight, the wide sleeves fluttered and danced in the direction of the wind, like crane feathers rising against the wind.

After a long silence, Bo Yunyi slowly shook her head.

"Not a coincidence."

He said softly, "I knew you were there before I cut off that sword."

Shen Qingyan turned his head suddenly, he looked at Bo Yunyi, who smiled lightly and raised his eyes, the sunlight above the clouds flowed in his deep eyes, shining like gold.

"I just wanted to try it at first..."

Bo Yunyi's sleeves fluttered lightly, and she tapped Shen Qingyan's waist: "You always carry what I gave you."

Something he gave himself?

Bo Yunyi?

Shen Qingyan frowned, he subconsciously remembered the empty brocade bag that once contained the sword energy, and then as if realizing something, he found a hairpin from the storage bag.

The workmanship of the hairpin is extremely exquisite, the body of the hairpin is purely polished with spar, and it is finely carved so that it is crystal clear. If you hold the hairpin in your hand and shake it slightly, you can see the faint light of clouds flowing on the hairpin.

Bo Yunyi tapped lightly on the hairpin, and the cloud patterns on the hairpin spread like ripples.

"When I refined this hairpin, I used a little painstaking effort."

His voice was clear and clear, like a clear spring flowing through the forest: "It was actually not you that I sensed, but this hairpin made with the blood of my heart."

"Is that so?"

Shen Qingyan stared at the hairpin: "I thought..."

He shook his head, stopped talking, just stood up, and returned the hairpin to Bo Yunyi's hand.

"At the beginning, I didn't know that this hairpin had your heart and soul in it. Now that I know it, I can't keep this hairpin anymore."

Shen Qingyan said seriously to Bo Yunyi: "The heart and blood of a monk is different from ordinary things, you should keep it carefully. And there is one thing you may not know, the magic weapon refined from the heart and blood is never given to the monks at will. -"

"I know."

Bo Yunyi suddenly interrupted him.

He raised his eyes to look at Shen Qingyan, and said without any hesitation or pause: "I know what it means to give away the magic weapon made with my heart's blood to others. I'm sure I didn't give it to others casually. I'm very serious."

Shen Qingyan was stunned while holding the hairpin: "You—you know—"

"Of course I know."

Bo Yunyi said calmly: "Giving the blood of your heart in a magic weapon to others is to secretly express your love for the other party, and it is also a kind of expression to the person you love..."

"...I will protect your safety, no matter where you are."

He said this, in a declarative tone, without the slightest hesitation.

Shen Qingyan pursed his lips, and he saw that Bo Yunyi's eyes were as black as spots of paint.

"...how could you do this to me?"

He asked Bo Yunyi full of doubts: "We had never met before that day, and you gave me this hairpin as soon as we met..."

Bo Yunyi was silent for a moment, then hooked her lips and asked, "If I said I fell in love with you at first sight, would you believe me?"

"I do not believe."

Shen Qingyan's answer was straightforward.

"Then... just treat us as if we met a long, long time ago."

Bo Yunyi's voice was very soft, as light as a fog or a cloud, almost dissipated by the wind:

"A cultivator's body dies and his dao disappears, but a bit of his true spirit never dies. After many years of reincarnation, he may still remember the bits and pieces of his previous life..."

He lowered his eyes, looked at Shen Qingyan and smiled slightly: "Perhaps we had met once in the previous life, but we don't know?"

Shen Qingyan was about to say that it was impossible for her to meet him in her previous life, when she suddenly heard the sound of wind in her ears, Bao Yunyi's expression changed and she flew forward, but for some reason, she didn't stop the other party, letting the figure go directly against the wind.

The tiles on the ridge made a soft "da" sound, and the lord of Guangping City stood in front of Shen Qingyan with his eyes shining.

"City Master, don't go crazy—"

Not far away came the ghostly cries and wolf howls of the monks in Quang Binh City.

Shen Qingyan took a step back in surprise: "City Lord, this is..."

He couldn't finish the sentence.

Because at the same time as he uttered half of these words, the city lord of Guangping City suddenly rushed forward, hugged Shen Qingyan tightly in his arms, wrapped around Shen Qingyan's body with all his strength under Shen Qingyan's astonished eyes, and wrapped his arms around him. Resting the tip of her white chin on Shen Qingyan's shoulder, she finally seemed satisfied, and let out a soft sigh like a dream:

"Daughter-in-law, don't run around."

He hugged Shen Qingyan, buried his face in his arms very satisfied, and said in a muffled voice: "It's winter now, we two dragons sleep together, and when spring comes, you will give birth to me!"

Shen Qingyan: ...

He looked at the surrounding crowd in a trance. The expressions on the faces of the monks in Guangping City were extremely complicated, and the black-scaled dragon, the culprit who "made the city lord stupid", shrank tightly without saying a word. With his head tilted, under Bo Yunyi's sword-like gaze that was almost condensed into substance, the city lord of Guangping City raised his face unconsciously and rubbed against Shen Qingyan's neck, and said joyfully:

"go to bed!"

The author has something to say: Happy New Year everyone! ! ! ! !

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