Madam Tsundere is an attack

Demon spirit. "

The evil spirit should refer to Su Weimian, but Kunyu found Prison Shadow Mountain by accident.

"Do you know Jiang Ruo, the Lord of Charm City?"

Yan Yugui was startled, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why do you ask that?"

"You kept calling that name in a daze just now." Seeing his pale complexion, Kunyu pursed her lips tightly, she was silent for a moment, and said quietly: "Yan Yugui, I haven't seen you for a few years, I think you are so bewitching now." The demon (gay) in (gay) is so angry..."

Yan Yugui supported the stone wall to get up indifferently, and said lightly, "This is Prison Shadow Mountain, so my body is naturally full of evil spirit."

Kunyu stood behind him, her eyes were dim and uncertain, she said calmly: "Yan Yugui, everything in this world is fake, you should never trust others, love these things, once you get involved, you will never recover."

She's not a fool, Yan Yugui had a weird face when he mentioned Jiang Ruoshi, could there be no problem?Jiang Ruo, one of the three demon kings, the lord of the Charm City, how could Yan Yugui get involved with that kind of person!Unforgivable!

As soon as Qinghuawu said goodbye, the cabbage in her family was let go, Kunyu pursed her lips tightly, and thought to herself: No, in the future, the cabbage must be taken care of.

"How do we get out?"

"Go out." Kunyu rolled her eyes, then stepped forward to support him, and greeted the dark place: "Honey, come out to help."

As soon as she spoke, Yan Yugui realized that there was still a person here, but when he saw a person walking out from the dark, his clothes fluttering, he flipped his right hand, and the sword with blood beads was retracted into its scabbard.

Kunyu pushed Yan Yugui kindly, and introduced: "This is my confidant, Gong Yanye, who I dragged here to help. This is Yan Yugui, you should know."

Gong Yanye's face was pale, and he bent down to bow, but he was very polite, but before he finished his etiquette, Kunyu eagerly pushed Yan Yugui to his side, saying: "It will be inconvenient for me to take him. You do it."

Gong Yanye looked at Kunyu, seemed to grit his teeth, turned his head still calmly, and said respectfully: "I've offended you."

Before Yan Yugui could react, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he heard Gong Yanye say: "This is the Qiankun bag, and it will be opened after going out."

Indeed, it is easier to carry it in a cosmos bag.

Yan Yugui looked at the white mist around him, sighed, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

A moment later, a blue mist filled the Qiankun bag, and outside the Qiankun bag, Kunyu and Gong Yanye stood with their backs facing each other, and Nie Liang stood firmly opposite them.

Nie Liang's expression was gloomy, and he said, "You dare to rob people from my Prison Shadow Mountain, you are quite courageous..."

Kunyu was bewildered, and just now his expression eased, he looked at Gong Yanye, and boldly rushed forward to the man.

Nie Liang snorted lightly, hung in the air, sideways dodged to avoid Kunyu, then held Gong Yanye's right arm, and buckled it forcefully.Gong Yanye's hand trembled slightly, and with a stretch of his right hand, a long sword waved away from Tsinghua, flanking back and forth, Nie Liang handled it with ease.

And even if the wind fell, Kunyu remained calm and composed, while Gong Yanye was like a wild beast waiting for an opportunity, and the two of them came and went, but they cooperated.

Kun Yu tried her best to avoid Nie Liang's sharp claws, holding the willow leaves with both hands, and turned her head to cast a more official wink at Gong Yanye, saying: "Honey, let's discuss something, you are here to block Nie Liang, How about I take Yan Yugui out?"

Gong Yanye nimbly flashed a sharp blade, and the flowing clothes fell down, and said calmly: "Shameless."

Kunyu yawned, and said lazily: "But you and I can't handle Nie Liang's many moves, what if the whole army is wiped out in a while?"

Gong Yanye interface: "Of course."

Kunyu endured the anger in her heart, and said with a smirk: "Fuck."

In a daze, Kunyu injured her left arm, and Kunyu gasped in pain. When she looked up, she saw a white shadow approaching behind Nie Liang.

Nie Liang was naturally aware of it, jumped to the side, looked at the person coming, and said with a half-smile: "Su Weimian, what are you doing here?"

Gong Yanye glanced at Kunyu, the two looked at each other dejectedly, Nie Liang, a shadow ghost, couldn't deal with it, and now Su Weimian in the cloud also came, this is God's death for them!

With the blue hair trailing down, Su Weimian's eyes were clear, and she said slowly: "I'm here to take them away."

"Oh?" Nie Liang raised his eyebrows and said, "You are also interested in that human being."

Su Weimian didn't answer, but Nie Liang's face suddenly became ferocious, and without warning, he rushed forward.Behind him, Kunyu carefully moved to Gong Yanye's side, and said indifferently: "Escape while taking advantage of the chaos, how likely is it to survive?"

After thinking about it, Gong Yanye sighed in his heart, the two great monsters are here, if they want to escape, they will be crushed into slag every minute, okay!

Gong Yanye was contemplating the countermeasures, but saw the air in front of him twisted slightly, a gust of wind blew his face, and then Su Weimian bullied him, raised his right hand, let out a low beep, and suddenly attacked Nie Liang with a demonic backhand.

Gong Yanye's scalp went numb for a while, he took a step back, and suddenly stepped on the air, the Qiankun bag on his body somehow came off, and then fell into Su Weimian's hands.

Gong Yanye's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand towards Su Weimian, but it was empty.

Hooked up with Jiang Ruo, Kunyu can bear it, but was taken away by Nie Liang, Kunyu can bear it, Yunzhong Su Weimian came to rescue...

Kunyu slashed on the stone wall with his hand, and angrily said: "Your uncle! What are you trying to do in the immortal way, bullshit!"

Gong Yanye connected his left arm with lightning speed, nodded calmly and said: "The left sentence is 'I'm fucking', and the right sentence is 'Your uncle', you have been in the world for a long time, have you forgotten own identity."

Kunyu turned around, looked up at him, and said, "My lord..."

These words are full of arrogance.

But at this time, outside Yucheng, Yan Yugui suddenly opened his eyes, and was slightly surprised when he saw Su Weimian.Su Weimian smiled flatly, and said quietly: "I left a handwritten letter in your house, saying that you are in a bad mood, and it's okay to go out for a few days, right?"

Yan Yugui had a sad look on his face, and he couldn't help saying: "My father is old, it's really a crime to make him worry about me like this now."

Su Weimian lowered her eyes and remained silent, then followed Yan Yugui into the city.

There is a cool breeze, and several lanterns are rippling in the blue waves. A hazy picture scroll unfolds in front of my eyes. In the night, the lanterns are getting farther and farther away from the river bank. Fortunately, there are quite a lot of pedestrians on the street today, who are full of interest and will not take into account Yan Yugui Man of the hour.

Su Weimian saw that he was restless and restless all the way, so she pointed to the lotus lantern in the river and asked with a smile, "Would you like to let go of the river lantern to pray?"

Yan Yugui slowed down his pace, lowered his eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Brother Weimian, today is the Qiqiao Festival."

The woman put up lanterns to pray that he would understand why the two big men were messing around.

Su Weimian pointed to the side again, where some young talents were also setting up lanterns.Yan Yugui rubbed his forehead, then took two lanterns, and stood on the bank of the river with Su Weimian.

The moonlight flickered, Yan Yugui nodded and stared quietly at the lamp in his hand, then raised his pen to write two words, put the river lamp safely in the water, and then looked at Su Weimian beside him.

The man sat cross-legged, holding a pen in one hand and a lamp in the other. His eyes were unclear, and suddenly, as if he felt Yan Yugui's gaze, he raised his head slightly and asked, "Have you finished writing?"

"Ah."

Yan Yugui nodded, and Su Weimian put his river lantern into the water, stretched his right hand, and the pen disappeared.

"You don't write?"

"Well, I don't have a wish." Su Weimian shook her head lazily, in a trance.

For some reason, Yan Yugui suddenly remembered the ray of ghost hidden in Su Weimian's body, clenched his fists unconsciously, and said lightly: "Everyone will enter the realm of reincarnation after death, since we can find his reincarnation, Why do you want to imprison that person's soul?"

"Well..." Su Weimian looked deeply at the distant river lantern, and the upstream river lantern collided down, which one belonged to him and which one belonged to Yan Yugui, it has long been unclear, Su Weimian said in a low voice : "Of course that person cannot enter reincarnation."

Yan Yugui looked up at him, Su Weimian's eyes were calm, and he muttered to himself: "I can't enter reincarnation..."

Yan Yugui seemed to feel unbearable in his heart, and fell silent, while the people around him continued to say calmly: "That child has been scattered all over, how can he get reincarnation..."

No.: ☆, Depressed Ecstasy ([-])

The author has something to say: Yan Xiaoshou is finally going to be pissed off haha~

There are rumors in Yucheng that Mr. Yan has acquired a stunning young lady who is like a nine-day god who is not stained with dust.

Rumor has it that the young lady has the power to seduce people's hearts, and her every move captures her youth.

Rumor has it that Mr. Yan and his young lady are in love every day, they don't leave the door, and they don't leave.

Yan Yugui: ...

Su Weimian: ...

Another year of cold winter, Su Weimian returned to hibernate in his realm early, and Yan Yugui also accepted a marriage under Yan's father's arrangement, and planned to get married at the beginning of spring.

In fact, Yan's father meant to catch up sooner rather than later, but coincidentally, at this juncture, Yan Yugui's illness fell again.Father Yan was really anxious, and sent someone to ward off Yan Yugui's illness several times, but he didn't recover, so he could only take care of him with medicine and wait for the spring.

Depressed and muffled coughing sounded continuously from inside the bed curtain. The servants around him took pity on Yan Yugui, and then served him the medicine before closing the door and leaving. As soon as the door was closed, there was a trace of faintness in the room. Fragrance.

Yan Yugui leaned against the bed frame, and when Su Weimian landed on the ground, he swept him up and down, shook his head and sighed: "I haven't seen you for a few days, why is your condition getting worse?"

"It's really a person with poor fate."

Yan Yugui smiled wryly, Su Weimian hesitated for a moment, then sat on the edge of his bed, and said quietly: "Anyway, he is also a person with excellent immortal bone, so there is no such thing as fate, what does the doctor say?"

"I can't tell." Yan Yugui couldn't laugh or cry, and said helplessly, "I'm drinking medicine like water, but it doesn't work at all."

"I heard that your father told you about a marriage, what are you going to do?"

"What can I do? Now that I'm weak, it's useless to think about anything." Yan Yugui coughed dryly, and said innocently, "I'm sorry for them even if I think about it."

Su Weimian opened her mouth, glanced down at Yan Yugui, and said calmly, "I don't know much about medical skills. Since the doctors in the mortal world can't help, why don't you let the doctors in the demon world take a look?"

"Alright." Yan Yu Guiben frowned slightly, and heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"You can't move now, and you can't even reach the place where you can't see the clouds." Su Weimian raised his hand, and melted a bottle with his right hand. After thinking for a while, he continued: "I can only take your blood back and let them see it."

Yan Yugui seemed to mutter a few words, then reluctantly raised his hand, allowing Su Weimian to put a bottle of blood for him.

Su Weimian corked the bottle, and chatted with Yan Yugui for a long time, until someone came to tell Yan Yugui to take medicine, and Su Weimian left Yan's house.

And after those few days, Yan Yugui's condition only increased, and the marriage ended without a problem.

It was late at night when Su Weimian went to look for Yan Yugui, and there was no one waiting around him.Yan Yugui grabbed the curtain with one hand and pressed the bed with the other, leaning over and spitting out blood, as if he wanted to vomit all the blood from his body.

Seeing Su Weimian coming, Yan Yugui still touched the blood calmly, with a pale face, tilted his head and smiled, "I'm sorry."

Su Weimian sighed, sat beside him without saying a word, Yan Yugui glanced at him, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Just say what you have, it doesn't matter."

Su Weimian frowned, and said, "Do you still remember the leaf grass?"

"When the cat demon came to see me, I told him that the stalks of the stalks are slightly poisonous, so try not to touch them if you can, but the poison of the stalks on your body seems to have accumulated over time." Su Weimian looked at it calmly. With a stern face, Yugui hesitated to speak, "Yugui, in the past few years, apart from the Fanshan incident, when have you ever touched this kind of thing, or when have you been poisoned by someone?"

Yan Yugui leaned against the bed frame sadly, thinking about it carefully, except for the time at Prison Shadow Mountain, there was no place where he could be contaminated with the poison of dead leaf grass.

He closed his eyes and meditated, while Su Weimian said in a deep voice: "The reason why I told you to be careful with the leaves and grass stems before is because the poison of the grass stems is small, but there is no cure. Yu Gui, what do you need me for?" help?"

That's the last word.

Yan Yugui's lips curled up into a smile, and he fell into silence.The smell of blood in the room slowly permeated, he suddenly started up, and rolled off the bed in a hurry, so fast that Su Weimian didn't even have time to react.

"how……"

The person who was lying softly on the couch flung himself beside the desk, coughing violently again, and the smear of blood bloomed gorgeous flowers on the rice paper, blooming little by little.

Yan Yugui struggled to hold the pen, his hands trembled, he covered his lips and coughed for a long time, then dropped the pen, found a piece of white paper to seal it, and said timidly: "Weimian, please hand this over to Jiang Ruo."

With trembling hands, Yan Yugui handed the pale envelope to Su Weimian, and said with a sad smile: "Now I am plagued by a serious illness and increasingly exhausted, you let him always come to see me."

Su Weimian leaned over, pursed her lips and looked at him, seemingly in pity, and said, "I'll go and come back quickly."

The figure disappeared, and Yan Yugui immediately knelt down on the ground. He turned his head to look at the blood-stained rice paper on the desk, tightened his fingers slightly, and whispered, "Jiang Ruo, I still want to like you... "

The atmosphere in Yan's house has been a little gloomy recently. The servants who come and go are holding plain or paper money, and everyone is doing their own things in silence.

In this cold and twelfth lunar month, Su Weimian did not go back to the land in the cloud, but ran to the Charm City several times for Yan Yugui, and even Yan Yugui felt guilty.Those letters seemed to have disappeared into the sea, and there was no reply. Yan Yugui persisted stubbornly, and with this persistence, he dragged on day by day.

"You can't wear these clothes, can you?"

"Isn't it? After washing for so many years, you see, the embroiderer gave me another fancy pattern to cover the seams yesterday."

"You said what is the meaning of this red dress, the young master has been reluctant to part with it."

"The one who can't let go is probably the owner of this dress."

The servant shook his head helplessly, then leaned over and placed the wooden tray in the house, and backed away slowly.

The person standing in front of the window, wrapped in a heavy cloak and carrying a hand stove, looked sideways at the dull red dress on the pear blossom wooden table.

He moved closer, rubbing his fingers.Farewell to Meicheng, this dress became the only thing left to him by Jiang Ruo. After many years, the red dress has faded, and Jiang Ruo, perhaps his memory has also faded, so he doesn't want to see him, a person who met by chance. up.

"Yan Yugui, how can you fall in love with him..."

When Su Weimian found Yan Yugui, he was wearing a thin red dress, carrying a rocking chair and lying in the plum grove, resting with his eyes closed.

The white snow fell all over the sky, as if the two of them could be buried in the next moment.

The red plums were fragrant, Su Weimian covered the sky above his head with an umbrella, Yan Yugui seemed to have noticed something, slowly raised his eyes, there was a dead silence in his eyes, and said lightly: "It didn't come again."

"Yan Yugui."

Su Weimian didn't know how to persuade him, Yan Yugui struggled to get up, and smiled wryly: "Yes, but we've only been together for a few months. For the monster, that's just a drop in the ocean. I just thought about him boringly for several years. Until now, I still pretend to be myself." Passionately fond of it."

Su Weimian tilted the umbrella handle, sighed, "That's not like, it's a disease."

Yan Yugui looked up at him. He was obviously ill for a long time, but when his eyes met, his eyes were rarely clear. Yan Yugui tremblingly said: "Su Weimian, do you believe it? Even if we go different ways, we can return together .”

"I believe." Su Weimian squatted down, looked up at him slightly, with clear eyes, and said solemnly: "I have always believed that even if we go through different paths, we can all return together."

Yan Yugui smiled, looked at the flying snow above his head, and said, "Su Weimian, next year you don't want to hibernate in the cloud. The winter in Yucheng is actually quite good, and the cold won't go to your bones." He concealed The lips coughed again, and the bright red fell on the palm of his hand. Yan Yugui said: "When next year... I think, I would still like to wear a red dress. Look at it."