After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Yan Jiang had a special birthday.

He has been in a dazed state since childhood, and he woke up and fainted all night. In the end, he even became angry and wanted to take a bite of Sheng Jiao, but he was powerless and could only allow Sheng Jiao to "punish".

Because he was too tired, Yan Jianglan didn't have a dream all night.

When I woke up again, the candle was still flickering.

Yan Jianglan stared at the faint candlelight outside the bed curtain for a long time in a daze, for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or not.

Did he just sleep for a while, or was it dark again?

No, when he fainted for the last time, it seemed like the sun was high.

Yan Jianglan: "..."

Yan Jianglan beat the bed angrily, but the moment he moved, his body was affected, the pain made him tremble immediately, and he fell into the brocade quilt in a state of embarrassment, almost groaning.

Yan Jianglan was tossed and "enjoyed" by Sheng Jiao over and over again, wishing he could draw his knife and cut someone down.

Yan Jianglan said angrily: "Sheng Jiao! Sheng Wuzhuo!"

No one ignored him.

The inner room was empty, did Sheng Jiao run away after eating?

Yan Jianglan was about to faint again, he rubbed his brows and panted for a while, trying to get out of bed, but his legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand up, so he could only forcefully lie on the edge of the bed cursing and waiting for the pain to pass .

Sheng Jiao didn't know what to do, and the rhino horn lamp was flickering slightly beside him.

Yan Jianglan tried his best to reach the rhino horn lamp, and raised his hand to caress it.

The voice of Yudei Mountain came from it: "Ling'er hahaha, come and watch the show! It's a great show, some casual cultivators know that Tianyan can solve the "Abandoned Immortal Bone," and they want to use the Xuan-level Xiangwen of a disciple of an aristocratic family. Pull it out!Hahaha cough cough! "

Yan Jianglan frowned slightly, and looked at the time of the sound transmission in Yutui Mountain, Youshi.

It's just Xu time.

It seems that Sheng Jiao is going to deal with this matter.

Yan Jianglan didn't go to see the fun, he raised his hand to extinguish the rhino horn lamp, and when he was about to put it back, the black cat jumped in from the window and said cautiously: "Jianglan? Meow?"

He was testing whether Sheng Jiao was there.

Yan Jiang lay on the bed murmuring, and said weakly, "Come in, he's not here."

The black cat rushed in like a black shadow, jumped forward and landed on Yan Jianglan's waist.

Yan Jianglan couldn't hold back, he covered his mouth and retched.

The black cat almost jumped up, turned into a human form and squatted beside the bed in panic, and said nervously: "What's wrong, what did he do to you last night?! There is an enchantment outside and I can't get in at all!"

Yan Jianglan's stomach didn't know whether it was stepped on by the black cat or was made uncomfortable last night, he leaned on the soft pillow and couldn't bear to look back: "Stop talking."

"You!" Seeing his sleepy face, the black cat even wanted to vomit, and the little common sense made his cat's pupils flicker, and asked timidly, "You...are you pregnant?"

Yan Jianglan: "..."

The two stared at each other.

Yan Jianglan said quietly: "Before I get angry now, you apologize to me, to the bastard."

Can two big men have a cub? !

This is disrespect to the cub!

The black cat said dryly: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Yan Jianglan closed his eyes sickly, not wanting to talk to him.

The black cat has its own independent body, but is becoming more and more dependent on Yan Jianglan. He paws on the edge of the bed, talking to make Yan Jianglan happy.

"It's so lively outside. There are so many people on the long street. A few days ago, a casual cultivator fought with a disciple of an aristocratic family. The back of the neck of the cultivator with the Xuan-level pattern pattern was bleeding."

Yan Jianglan didn't even open his eyes: "Which family is it?"

"It seems to be a side branch of the Heng family? Anyway, it is a mysterious class that is not valued, and it has just conceived at the age of 30."

For other ordinary monks, conceiving a baby at the age of 30 is already an extraordinary talent, but for someone with a pattern, it is mediocre talent and cannot be reused.

Yutuishan spread the news that Tianyan's spiritual power could undo the "abandoned fairy bone", and the first to bear the brunt were these low-level Xiangwen who had no self-protection power.

Yan Jianglan frowned and pursed his lips.

The black cat was still talking about the excitement, and just when he was talking about excitement, he suddenly felt a creepy chill on his back.

There was a sound of light footsteps outside, like a ghost coming.

The black cat exploded in an instant, and "meowed" into a black cat, jumped to the window, and breathed angrily towards the door.

It was very imposing now, but as soon as Sheng Jiao opened the bead curtain to reveal half of his face, the black cat immediately ran away like a dog that had been beaten with a stick, whining and drooping its tail like crazy.

Yan Jianglan: "..."

No prospects.

Sheng Jiao urgently resolved the dispute between Sanxiu and the children of the aristocratic family. When he came back, he saw that Yan Jiang had woken up. He came slowly and skillfully handed him the newly bought sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Trouble Sect Master Sheng." Yan Jianglan was tossed and turned all night, and he smirked at him with a pale face, "Six years ago, you would buy me porridge early in the morning after eating, and now you are tired of eating. If you are fooling around, just give me this stuff, it's hard for you."

Although Sheng Jiao knew that he had been tossed all night, he would definitely make a fuss when he woke up, and he was mentally prepared, but he was stunned by this gun and stick, and frowned, "Want to drink porridge?"

Yan Jianglan maintained a polite smile, and continued to yell at him: "No, I served Lord Tiandao all night. Although I fainted and woke up four or five times, I am strong and not hungry, thirsty or tired at all. Give me a piece of money. Even if the sweet-scented osmanthus cake doesn't match with water, if I choke to death, I have to thank Lord Tiandao, Ron."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao frowned and brought back the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and turned around to make porridge for him.

"Farewell." Yan Jianglan babbled, and finally let out a breath of anger. He didn't bother Sheng Jiao any more, and said angrily, "I feel like I still have something in my stomach, and I don't have any appetite."

The internal organs seem to have been displaced.

Sheng Jiao walked to the edge of the bed and sat down in silence. He put his big warm hands into the brocade quilt, and condensed a ball of spiritual power to cover the slender waist and abdomen.

Yan Jiang leaned sleepily in Sheng Jiao's arms, and reached out to touch his ears.

Shocked, Sheng took out the earrings from his sleeves and put them on his ears with one hand.

Yan Jianglan was finally able to hear the voice clearly, leaning on Sheng Jiao's heart, he thought he could hear the scorching cracks that had remained unchanged for more than ten years, but he never thought that there was silence in his ears.

Yan Jianglan frowned and held his breath to listen.

Sheng Jiao reached out and grabbed his ear, and said coldly, "Don't listen to me."

Yan Jianglan pursed his lips: "I'm used to it—don't talk, I'll just listen for the last time."

Sheng Jiao reached out to cover Yan Jianglan's ears, but it was too late.

"..."

He heard a slight sound, like the sound of cracked soil being pierced by young shoots, quietly resounding in Yan Jianglan's ears.

The sound of cracking and flowering is gone, replaced by new shoots breaking through the ground.

Yan Jianglan blinked, then looked up at Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao was too insensitive to emotions, and didn't know the changes in his mood, so he said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Yan Jianglan smiled, "Sheng Wuzhuo, you've grown up."

Sheng Jiao pushed him back on the bed and said in a low voice, "You're talking nonsense."

Sheng Jiao's anger finally dissipated, Yan pushed Lan's nose to his face, grabbed the hand he was about to withdraw and put it on his waist, muttering: "Go on, I'm so uncomfortable."

Sheng Jiao continued rubbing his waist without saying a word.

He seemed to like the scene of the two quietly doing nothing in a small space, as if all grievances, hatred, positions and responsibilities were all isolated from the outside.

Nothing can separate them.

The hanging bed curtain was blown out of a gap by the wind.

Yan Jianglan finally felt more comfortable, pulled Sheng Jiao to lie on the bed, and slipped lazily into his arms, feeling the faint scent of frost and sweet-scented osmanthus around him, as if he had finally found his home.

"How's it going outside?" he asked, whimpering.

In order to straighten Yan Jianglan's messy black hair with five fingers, Sheng Jiao moved his fingers lightly on the top of Yan Jianglan's head, and said in a low voice, "No one was killed, but the movement was too loud, and many people relied on it." "Abandoned Immortal Bone", a casual cultivator who has obtained spiritual power, has begun to focus on the disciple of Xiangwen of the family. "

Yan Jianglan rubbed Sheng Jiao's lapel, and said vaguely: "Then do you want to go back to the Xiezhi sect?"

Sheng Jiao asked back, "Do you want to go back with me?"

Yan Jianglan smiled and opened his eyes: "Aren't you afraid that I will plot against you again with Yutuishan?"

Sheng Jiao looked at him indifferently, and suddenly stroked the back of his neck with his hand, as if thunder streaks overflowed from his fingertips, instantly making Yan Jianglan's whole body numb and limp.

"I, I was wrong."

This time Yan Jianglan knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he begged for mercy with limp hands and legs, and Sheng Jiao withdrew his hand from the back of his neck.

After being quiet for a while, Yan Jianglan said again: "Are you planning to control Yudui Mountain first?"

Sheng Jiao didn't hide anything: "Well, he is the source of the "abandoned immortal bone". "

Yan Jianglan said "Oh", and said again: "Then when are you going to catch Yudui Mountain, and take me with you."

Sheng Jiao endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, and said coldly, "Take you, let you go and deal with me with him?"

"How can this be called dealing with it?" Yan Jianglan eloquently said, "It's just a difference of position. But it's okay, if you lose, you can't make it up in bed at night-it's not okay to be arrogant like you were yesterday."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Yan Jianglan's nonsense made one after another, shocking Sect Master Sheng, who had always followed the rules, for several years.

Seeing that he was still babbling, Sheng Jiao held his chin and took a bite on that thin lip.

When Yan Jianglan didn't know why, Lord Tiandao was silent for a while, and suddenly said in a low voice: "You and Yutuishan..."

Yan Jianglan was puzzled: "What?"

An imperceptible trace of annoyance flashed in Sheng Jiao's eyes, as if he felt that he had asked a stupid question, he silently pressed Yan Jianglan into his arms, and said coldly, "Sleep."

"I'm not sleepy." Yan Jianglan always felt that he missed something, he pushed Sheng Jiao's chest back with all his might, and said in surprise, "What do you want to say, what's wrong with me and Yutuishan?"

Sheng Jiao said indifferently, "Nothing."

Yan Jianglan looked at Sheng Jiao's expression.

Sheng Jiao subconsciously covered his ears, not wanting him to listen.

Yan Jianglan curled his lips, thinking that even if he heard Sheng Jiao, he wouldn't be able to hear anything but the sound of breaking ground.

wrong.

Yan Jianglan fuzhi's heart suddenly trembled, his eyes lit up and looked at Sheng Jiao as if thinking of something.

If Sheng Jiao has no ghosts in his heart, why should he be wary of his own "idle listening"?

"Hey!" Yan Jianglan suddenly smiled slyly, grabbed his skirt and leaned forward, squinting his eyes and kept laughing, "Lord Tiandao, do you smell it? It smells so jealous, it makes me sour." .”

Master Tiandao: "..."

Sheng Jiao didn't want to respond to his teasing, and held the back of his head to hold him in his arms.

It was the first time that Yan Jianglan knew that Sheng Jiao would be jealous, and his whole body was shaking from laughing, but he made a "hiss" sound as his sore waist was affected by himself, his face was pale and he was still there.

Sheng Jiao frowned slightly and seemed to want to shut his mouth, but seeing the undisguised joy in his brows and eyes, he didn't stop after a moment of silence.

It's good to be heartless, otherwise I don't know how to get through those painful years.

When Yan Jianglan finished laughing, Sheng Jiao held his hand in his warm palm, and put a string of beads overflowing with spiritual power on his slender wrist—his wrist was so slender, the beads were so loose that it seemed as if he could drop his hand When it fell, Sheng Jiao pulled out two beads out of thin air, which were the right size.

Put away the other two beads, and plan to replace the old spirit beads on the earrings another day.

Yan Jianglan was taken aback for a moment, looking in surprise at the string of spirit beads, which was worth a lot at first sight.

Sheng Jiao's expression was indifferent, but he spoke concisely.

"Birthday gift."