fight for day

Song Huairan looked at this strange baby: "Child, what are you doing here?"

The little doll is carved in pink and jade, and has long hair, surrounded by Ye Zhuming's fiery eyes, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a golden boy or a jade girl for a while.

The little baby said calmly, "I've been here all along."

Well, it's a boy doll.

The little boy was sitting on a rock, soaking his feet in the pool. Ye Zhuming only noticed it when he got closer.

The child's foot is broken.

Or it would be more appropriate to use cracks. This pool of milky white gelatinous liquid flows towards him in a fixed direction and speed. The closer it is to him, the lighter the color is. The part that touches the skin is transparent, so Ye Zhuming is easy. I saw the scars on the little boy's calf, four cracks spread from the knee down to the instep, each of which broke the flesh, and the bone was visible deep.

I don't know how long it was soaked, but the wound did not leak blood.

Ye Zhuming was horrified. He never imagined that Burning Yezong, a fairy sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, would abuse a doll of a few years old. This child can still look calm despite this kind of pain. I don't know how much he has suffered. Habit.

"Little friend, don't be afraid, brother will take you to bandage."

He stretched out his hand to hug the little boy, but he couldn't hold him. He looked like he weighed only thirty or forty kilograms, but he was as stable as a mountain.

The little boy blinked, his tone soft.

"Never mind, I'm fine, don't worry."

The little boy said that his name was Song Huairan, and he was a disciple of Burning Yezong. This state was only for better cultivation.

Ye Zhuming couldn't understand, but Song Huairan's expression and tone did not seem to be fake, and he really couldn't shake the other party. He frowned and tried for a while, but he had to give up.

He sat cross-legged beside Song Huairan, looking at the white and sticky water flowing in this pool.

"What are you soaking in?" Ye Zhuming asked curiously.

Song Huairan spoke crisply: "Suet fat jade."

Ye Zhuming suspected that he was hallucinating: "What did you say?"

Song Huairan didn't repeat it any more, he looked at the man who looked suspicious and reached out to scoop up the mutton fat jade liquid, his immature face was a little dazed.

There are many forbidden places in Burning Yezong, and the Qingling Realm is only one of them.Song Huairan felt it when Ye Zhuming approached the boundary marker. He regarded it as an outside pilgrim who strayed in and ignored him. He also completely ignored Ye Zhuming's repeated attempts to break through the barrier.

After all, to enter the Qingling Realm, one must obtain the approval of oneself or the master ancestor, let him go, and naturally give up when he is tired.

Song Huairan thought so, and then Ye Zhuming appeared in front of him.

He was a little puzzled, he couldn't figure out why the master had put such a dragon with weak blood and couldn't even transform into it.

He had just opened his eyes, and even though he deliberately controlled himself not to visit the other party's past and future, he could still clearly perceive the strong resentment and unwillingness on the dragon. This emotion affected the sensitive Song Huairan at this time, so he stretched out his index finger , nodded at Ye Zhuming's eyebrows.

In an instant, Ye Zhuming felt a majestic spiritual energy pouring in from the Tianling Gai, rushing through his body like a flood, opening up all the spiritual veins in an instant, and after running for several weeks, it even converged in the dantian, gathering a piece of spirit crystal.

Before it was over, Song Huairan touched the top of Ye Zhuming's head again, and then Ye Zhuming found that his flesh and blood began to swell, and something was about to break out. He had the urge to scream up to the sky, and he did so, and then Let out a thick dragon chant.

He took the form of a dragon.

Song Huairan looked at the huge golden dragon in front of him, his expression calm, but Ye Zhuming's heart was surging, he turned around to look at his mighty body, and the thick dragon tail swept around, knocking down a large bamboo forest.

Fuck you, kid, you hide everything. Why are you so awesome? I haven't succeeded in practicing for a year. How come you can touch me and succeed?

Ye Zhuming wanted to speak, but all he could say was Aoaolonghou.

Song Huairan had a helpless look on his small face, and said, "Go to sleep."

He started the speech, so Ye Zhuming tilted his head and fell asleep.

It was finally quiet.

The body of this dragon is very huge, forming a circle around Yutan, its big head is right next to Song Huairan, listening to his snoring, Song Huairan shifted his position slightly, and leaned against the dragon's head to close his eyes.

Song Huairan thought this little episode was over, but the next night Ye Zhuming touched him again, Song Huairan hesitated a little, and let him in.

"You can already transform into form. As long as you practice hard in the future, your cultivation will naturally increase."

So don't bother me anymore.

At this time, Ye Zhuming hadn't cultivated his exquisite heart, and couldn't understand the meaning behind the words, so he just nodded casually, took off his fur shawl and put it on for Song Huairan.

"I wanted to ask you yesterday, aren't you cold in this little dress?"

It was late summer when he went up the mountain, and now it's deep winter, Song Huairan was petite, wearing a small gown with his arms and legs exposed, Ye Zhuming somewhat couldn't bear it.

The difference in ability between the two was too great, Ye Zhuming knew that he couldn't do much for him, but Song Huairan helped him a lot, and if he reported Li, he had to give back no matter what.

Song Huairan was still dragging his injured feet, clutching the fur collar with his small hands, his expression was a little confused.

This made him look like he finally had some childishness suitable for his age. Ye Zhuming was elated, and kissed Song Huairan's delicate face, without asking the other party's opinion, he turned into a prototype and slept next to him.

His perception ability is much stronger now than before, even with his eyes closed, he can feel Song Huairan looking at him, and then there is a little warmth from the dragon's horn, it is a child touching him.

"Thank you."

Ye Zhuming hummed a few times, and he had mastered the skill of speaking human language in this state.

"Thank you? Call my brother to listen."

In fact, Song Huairan's state is not like a five-year-old baby. The Burning Yezong has been passed down for thousands of years, with many mysteries, and the milk baby may be older than him.

He just wanted to take advantage of it, but Song Huairan actually called "brother" after thinking about it.

One call is 11 years.

"elder brother?"

Ye Zhuming opened his eyes suddenly.

The tall and handsome boy stood in front of his bed, and said softly, "Brother Zhou asked me to ask you to eat."

Ye Zhuming responded vaguely, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

"what time is it?"

"12:30 noon." Song Huairan watched Ye Zhuming jump up from the bed suddenly, and comforted him, "It's okay, it's just right after dinner."

That's what he said, but Ye Zhuming still felt very guilty. He was so busy that he actually slept in all morning.

Normally speaking, his biological clock is more accurate because he has serious business in mind, but when he thinks about his dream, he guesses that Song Huairan did it, so it's not good to criticize him harshly.

He has always been tolerant of this cheap brother.

"Shall I go with you?" Lu Zhou asked.

In fact, he really wanted to go out to see and see, and he had a hunch that there would be a good show, but he knew his identity as a oil bottle, so he added, "I can stay in the hotel as well."

Ye Zhuming was hesitating, but Song Huairan would take the initiative to talk and walk with him, which meant that this trip would not be easy, Lu Zhou was powerless, and Ye Zhuming didn't want him to be in danger.

Almost dropped magma last time.

But the two of them slept under the same quilt. Although Lu Zhou tried his best to conceal it, Ye Zhuming still heard his expectation and was a little embarrassed.

"We can go together." Song Huairan spoke first, "Don't worry, I'm here."

The latter sentence was addressed to Ye Zhuming.

Although Ye Zhuming frowned, he also nodded.

Lu Zhou graciously pushed the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes in front of Song Huairan, thinking that Song Huairan must be really capable, otherwise, with Ye Zhuming's personality, he would not tolerate others acting aggressive in front of him.

The three of them came to Fengqi Mountains, and when they bought tickets to enter the scenic spot, they just got stuck at the node where the ticket sales stopped.

People have already come down the mountain one after another, and several tall, tall and handsome young men with different styles are going upstream, always attracting attention.

Ye Zhuming and Song Huairan were obviously used to being stared at by people on the road, and they could chat calmly. It was the first time that Lu Zhou felt such a high rate of turning heads, so he forced himself to be calm.

Because Ye Zhuming was holding his hand tightly.

At first, someone came up and asked Ye Zhuming for WeChat, and then Ye Zhuming pulled the silent Lu Zhou to his side and held his hand.

And then even more compelling.

Fortunately, this scene did not last long. Ye Zhuming checked the situation near the Yanqiao yesterday, found a secluded cliff, and escaped the security clearance.

After night fell, Ye Zhuming went out to investigate first, tampered with several cameras, and then yelled: "Come down."

He spoke lightly, but Lu Zhou encountered a difficulty. This rock wall is three or four stories high, and he walked up from the other side when he came up. At this moment, Ye Zhuming was standing at the bottom of the steep cliff, shaking his flashlight. Lu Zhou was terrified.

I'd better go around the same way.

As soon as he thought this way, Song Huairan suddenly gave him a hand.

"It's okay," Song Huairan said, and hugged Lu Zhou horizontally, "Hurry up."

The sudden flight had already caused Lu Zhou to grab Song Huairan's shoulders. As soon as he was in shock, he felt Song Huairan leap forward lightly, with the sound of wind in his ears. Song Huairan didn't even stop halfway to unload his strength, holding him firmly landing.

Ye Zhuming actually thought about Lu Zhou after he finished speaking, and was rolling up his sleeves to climb up to take it, when he saw his brother landing with his wife in his arms.

"... Put him down quickly!" Ye Zhuming glared at Song Huairan.

Needless to say, Lu Zhou has already broken free. After all, Song Huairan is only 16 years old. He is tall, but his body is very slender, like a bean sprout. When Lu Zhou was hugged by him, he was afraid that he would break his thin arm. .

"Thank you - you are quite strong." Lu Zhou said.

Song Huairan didn't blush or pant, and jumping from the fourth floor with someone in his arms didn't cause him any burden: "You're welcome, you are not heavy at all."

Ye Zhuming became unhappy: "Is it your responsibility to say whether your sister-in-law is serious?!"

Lu Zhou punched him: "Who is his sister-in-law?!"

Ye Zhuming covered his chest, and said kindly: "Is it your concern whether your brother-in-law is serious?!"

Lu Zhou: "...can you show some face in front of the children?"

Song Huairan is like a poor child whose parents are arguing and gets caught in the middle: "Brother, it's my fault; Brother Zhou, stop scolding."

Ye Zhuming hummed twice, gave Song Huairan a warning look, and led them towards Baiyun Temple.

The mountain was quiet and the night wind was blowing, Song Huairan was half a body behind the two of them, and suddenly asked, "Brother Zhou, how old are you?"

Lu Zhou said casually, "22."

Song Huairan said, "Six years older than me."

Ye Zhuming instinctively felt something was wrong, and sure enough Song Huairan said slowly, "9 years younger than my brother."

Lu Zhou: "..."

Ye Zhuming: "..."

He added with a smile: "It's quite rare."

Lu Zhou pressed Ye Zhuming who was about to move: "I'm still a child, forget it."

Ye Zhuming looked at the young man with a bright smile, and his teeth itch with hatred, thinking that this naughty younger brother can't have it anymore, so he will be removed from the household registration book when he goes back.