I'm devastated by the glamour halo

Xiao Su was a little over two years old when she was abducted, and she couldn't remember clearly. Before the age of four, she was in a daze, only ignorantly knowing that she would never go home again.

Later, he was rescued by an old Taoist priest and went to a dilapidated Taoist temple, where he worked as a Taoist boy for several years.

He doesn't call the old Taoist master, but the old thief, because the Taoist temple is so poor that the old Taoist always steals chickens and dogs to make tooth sacrifices.Xiao Su once suspected that she was bought by the old Taoist priest to work as a coolie, and then thought that the old Taoist priest was so poor that he had no money to buy coolies, even a child.

Xiao Su didn't have enough to eat before she was ten years old, and she was as thin as a bean sprouts, all supported by her breath of immortality.

The old Taoist priest is also a cultivator of immortals, but unfortunately his aptitude is not good and he has no luck. He has not yet formed the golden core in his seventies and eighties, and he cannot maintain his youthful appearance to seduce good women and ask for a few good meals and incense money.

The old Taoist often sat on the threshold and picked his teeth: "Xiao Su, you have a full sky and a round house. You have beautiful features, red lips and white teeth. You must be a handsome man when you grow up. Your face will be your job for life."

Xiao Su didn't like to talk to this old man, and she would talk to him in a nonchalant manner.

The old Taoist priest is usually indifferent, only when he is giving lectures to Xiao Su, he will be serious.Xiao Su is talented and intelligent, and he can learn everything easily, which makes the old Taoist very happy, and bluntly said that Taoist temples will be carried forward by Xiao Su in the future.

It's a pity that this slim dream completely came to naught after a few years.

The old Taoist discovered Xiao Su's anomaly.

In Xiao Su's view, the clouds in the sky, the flowers and trees, the mountains and the earth are only black, white and grey.Only the human soul has color in his eyes.

"...Son, you are a natural soul cultivator." The old Taoist sighed.

He taught Xiao Su to draw the soul out of the body. It takes at least a year and a half for ordinary monks to learn this spell, and even the old Taoist priests can't use it well.Xiao Su went to school that night, and her soul left her body that night.

Before the old Taoist had time to admire, he was taken aback, because he found that Xiao Su's soul was as light as a wisp of smoke, and was about to disperse lightly.

"Xiao Su, what color do you think your own soul is?" the old Taoist asked.

Xiao Su sometimes goes fishing by the river, and when she sees herself in the water, "it's white."

The soul of ordinary monks is blue, the soul of demon cultivators is red, the soul of demon cultivators is green, and the soul of ordinary people is gray.It stands to reason that he has entered the Taoist sect and has begun to build a foundation, so it should be blue.

"White?" The old Taoist pondered, "Have you ever seen white in other people?"

Xiao Su shook her head.

When he was twelve or thirteen years old, the old Taoist priest asked Xiao Su to go out on his own, and he had already taught everything he could teach. As for what will happen in the future, it depends on Xiao Su's own good luck.

Xiao Su accepted the "expulsion" very calmly. From the first day of the Taoist temple, he knew that he would leave here one day.The old Taoist didn't accept him as a disciple, but he tried his best to teach him in the past seven or eight years. He kowtowed three times in front of the Taoist temple, and then went down the mountain lightly.

In the next few years, Xiao Su got mixed up in various places of various religions and high schools.He is good-looking, with quick hands and feet and a sweet mouth. He can eat well wherever he goes, and he has learned a lot of skills secretly.

A soul cultivator wanted to accept him as a closed disciple. Xiao Su thought about it and declined politely. He said, "I will be a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of my life. I don't want to have another father for nothing."

The soul cultivator laughed out loud when he heard this, and gave Xiao Su a few soul cultivation exercises to learn by himself, and asked himself if he didn't know it.

Xiao Su knew well when the old Taoist priest asked him to go down the mountain. He would never be able to cultivate immortality in this life. He was a natural soul cultivator, and he was the most special one.

Because he has a body, and only half a soul.

Where did the other half of the soul go?Xiao Su often thinks about this question.

Xu Shi thought day by day and dreamed at night. For the first time, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy dreamed of his past life—of course, he didn't know it was his past life at the time, he just thought it was a dream.

The man in the dream is called Bai Yan, just like him, he doesn't know where he came from and where he should go.

Bai Yan is a born immortal, he can't even find his kind, and wanders alone in the world.One day, he passed by a sea and saw a small island with beautiful scenery, so he stopped to rest.

After resting, Bai Yan never left this sea again.

The scenery on the island is even more pleasant than what you can see from the air. While watching the island, Bai Yan thinks that maybe this place can be turned into a cave.

It wasn't until he saw a pure white boy on the island that he realized that the island had an owner, and was about to leave with regret. The boy looked at him, and at the same time, a huge translucent blue whale covered half of the sky.

At this time, the clouds fell brilliantly, piercing through the giant whale, and the young man was covered with sunset light and thin dew.

Bai Yan lived for hundreds of years, and it was the first time that his heart was moved.

When she woke up, Xiao Su also moved Fanxin.The figure of the boy in the dream became the white moonlight that he could not get rid of for the next ten years.

At the age of 17, Xiao Su joined the Blood Demon Sect.

Back then, the Demon Refining Realm was a hundred times more cruel than the human world, and the big and small demon sects fought in melee and fought against each other.In order to survive, he had killed people and bathed in blood. It took him three years to become the jade-faced Yan Luo who was under one man and over ten thousand people, and the right envoy of the blood demon sect that made people fear.

Even Xue Huangtian didn't know that he was actually a soul cultivator.

After the Blood Demon Sect became the number one Demon Sect in the Demon Refining Realm, no one dared to trouble the Blood Demon Sect easily. Xiao Su's life became more and more boring. His hands were itchy and he wanted to find someone to fight with.

Xiao Su has always been used to being free and easy. Whatever he wants to do, he must do it.So he often disappeared, in fact, he went out to find someone to fight against.

Running around in the southeast and northwest, except for a few who had no chance to learn from each other, he was basically invincible all over the world.He never killed without endangering his life.

Even for the heinous person who has scolded him eight hundred times, he will still give them a chance to survive. If you don't cherish this, then you can only be sorry.

During those few years, he successively had several dreams about teenagers.

Bai Yan stayed on the small island and stayed with the boy day by day. He taught the boy to read and write.The young man was just ignorant and couldn't even speak.

"Do you have a name?" Bai Yan asked the boy.

The boy couldn't speak, but he could understand what he said and shook his head.

"Then I'll get you one." Bai Yan said, "It's called... Yan Hao."

Words are the words of Baiyan, and Hao is the appearance of clear water.The pure white boy is clean and pure, the name couldn't be more appropriate.

"...Yan Hao." After a long time, these two words were the first sentence of the young man who learned to speak.

Bai Yan rolled his eyes, "Yes, Yan Hao, it's your name."

"They call me...Kun God."

"They still call me a fairy." Bai Yan tied a swing under the peach blossom tree, and led the boy on a swing, "How am I like a girl? But, it doesn't matter."

The boy asked: "Bai Yan, will you stay with me forever?"

"of course."

"I'm not human."

"I'm not human either." Bai Yan said with a smile, "Do you know that in the human world, not being human is a curse word?"

"?"

"That's all. Do you want to be human?"

"People, it seems very good." The young man was full of longing, "I want to live like them, so I turned into a human form."

Bai Yan stroked the boy's head, "Then I'll teach you."

"But what is a human being?"

"...This question is a bit complicated, and you may know it if you have more contact with it."

The boy nodded, "Okay."

If the dream ends here, it would be a happy ending.

Xiao Su's longing for the boy in his dream has gradually faded over time. He is a grown man, and he can't rely on an illusory person to put his feelings on.

Until that day, a boring day became a turning point in his life.

He listens to books in teahouses. This is his habit. Every time he goes to a place, he must go to the teahouse to listen to the most famous stories there. It is the most convenient to find peerless masters from the stories.

For example, whoever from a certain faction killed too many monsters, whoever killed how many demon cultivators, Xiao Su silently recorded these "heroes" passed on to the storytellers, and either came to provoke, or provoked trouble halfway, or went to war post.

He never tires of finding work for himself in this way.

The story that day was about a monk beating three monsters. Xiao Su judged from her previous experience that there must be exaggeration in it.

At the moment when he turned around, he felt that he was being watched by someone, so he looked up, and there was an extremely handsome man sitting in the private seat on the second floor.

Xiao Su turned into Bai Yan in a dream in a trance, the thrilling feeling when meeting the boy for the first time.

What surprised Xiao Su even more was that he saw the man's soul, shallow and faint, only half like him.

As if meeting by fate, the man didn't look back and was still looking at him.

Xiao Su picked up half a cup of tea and drank it away in one gulp, then poured another cup and threw it up.

The man took the cup of tea firmly and said without drinking it, "The tea here is better."

Xiao Su jumped up and asked with a smile, "May I have a taste?"

That's how they got to know each other.Xiao Su said, "I don't have a surname, my name is Xiao Su."

The man's expression was slightly stagnant, but he regained his composure. Instead, he dipped his finger in the tea and wrote his name on the table: Yan Hao.

Just like back then, Bai Yan taught the boy to write his name on the ground with a branch.

Xiao Su was completely stunned. These two words reminded him not of the head of Beiming, but of the boy in his dream.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Yan Hao knew Xiao Su's identity from the very beginning, but Xiao Su didn't realize until a few months later that Yan Hao was the head of Bei Ming.

No wonder he doesn't know, he has always been insensitive to women, and he has no interest in all women's sects.The only thought is to kill Beiming and not provoke Beiming, otherwise he can't stand the attack of the female army.

Beiming was passed down to this generation as a male head, although it was strange enough, Xiao Su would not deliberately inquire about it, only knew that the current head of Beiming's surname was Yan—even the surname was mistaken.

"Master Yan, let me ask you, how do you feel in a sect that is all women?" Xiao Su couldn't hold back her curiosity, and finally asked.

Yan Hao said, "I want to escape every day."

Xiao Su laughed loudly: "So you escaped here to listen to books?"

Yan Hao is not only good at listening to books, as long as he can temporarily put aside his status as the head of the house, he loves to go to any place except brothels.Like Xiao Su, he is insensitive to women.

The two are good and evil, they should be hostile, but they are strangely attracted to each other.

It was only later that Xiao Su realized that it was love at first sight.

Why would I fall in love with a man at first sight?Because you don't like women?No, it's because he is Yan Hao.

It was the boy of his dreams.

When she couldn't sleep, Xiao Su crossed her legs, crossed her hands behind her head, and thought about it all night long.

Both he and Yan Hao only have half souls, why?Could it be that they are attracted to each other because... they are one person? ?

Xiao Su was chilled by her own thoughts, "Impossible, I'm not so narcissistic."

After racking his brains and tossing and turning, he came to the conclusion that he and Yan Hao are attracted to each other precisely because they only have half souls.Just like the word "person", it cannot stand if it is left or right, and it is complete only when it is close together.

He and Yan Hao are exactly the same.

For this reason, he specially made plain silver sticks in the shape of "把" and "捺", and took "半" as the first gift to Yan Hao.

"...What is this? A branch?" Yan Hao asked.

Xiao Su took out her plain silver stick and put it together with Yan Hao's, "Look."

"people?"

"It's people."

"what for?"

"We're all human."

"..."

Xiao Su asked: "You don't like it?"

Yan Hao put away the plain silver branch and said, "I like it."

"Don't take them all away, that '捺' is mine, and we each have one." Xiao Su took the one that belonged to her, bent her eyes and smiled, "Looking at you, I know you still don't understand."

Yan Hao took a sip of tea, "You've always acted weirdly, you're used to it."

"How long have we known each other, and that's all we know about me?"

"Two years and 28 days."

Xiao Su was surprised: "It's been more than two years? I didn't give you a gift until now, don't you blame me?"

Usually, Yan Hao "subsidized" Xiao Su to repair the magic weapon, or gave some panacea.

"I know you are poor." Yan Hao said.

Xiao Su's self-esteem was broken for a second, she looked at the calm man opposite without blinking, and asked seriously: "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Yan Hao asked, "Is this good?"

"...Are you doing this to everyone?"

"of course not."

"Then you are special to me." Xiao Su said with a smile, "You don't know, what kind of eyes do you look at me every time?"

Yan Hao's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and he tightened his fingers holding the teacup, "...What look?"

"You want to sleep with me."

"........."

The author has something to say:

Take a wave of branch memories, and the next chapter will end~

Xiao Su is a straight ball player :-D