Floating like a dream · Chasing the heart

Lu Xuechen stared at him, his eyes were red, and he said with restraint: "You provoked me and you want to leave?"

Otherwise, what else can I do, if you don't sleep for nothing, you still want me to kneel down and count my sins in detail?

But why does this sound so familiar?I feel like I've heard something similar somewhere.

But before he finished thinking about it, the back of his head hit the hard bed board, Zhan Ying only felt a pain, his eyes went dark again, and he passed out.

Lu Xuechen obviously didn't expect it either, staring at the fainted man with his head tilted, he didn't know how to react for a moment.After staring like this for a while, the turbulent heat in his body didn't subside at all. On the contrary, because Zhan Ying called his name unpreparedly, he became even more raging and crazy.

He remembered very clearly that since the meeting, he only said that his name was Lu Yao, but when Zhanying was in love, he called out the word Lu Xuechen.

Zhanying didn't have amnesia, but deliberately pretended to have amnesia in front of him, and took the trouble to seduce him. Does this mean that Zhanying originally had this idea in his heart, rather than his own wishful thinking and nasty thoughts?

But when he heard that Zhan Ying got up at the end and kept saying that he had no intention of defiled himself and would never touch him again, the few wings that had just been born were instantly extinguished.

How could he have forgotten that Zhanying has always only loved women, lingering in the forest, bewitching and sensual, such a luxurious and lustful life has determined that he cannot be firm in the face of temptation.What he wants is not a man, let alone him, he just needs a love and vent.

After a while, Zhanying didn't open his eyes, and then Lu Xuechen realized something was wrong, shook his shoulder, and called softly.Zhan Ying remained motionless.

This is really dizzy, and the dizziness is still very timely.

Lu Xuechen didn't know whether to be bitter or to laugh, so he tested his pulse, and there was no abnormality, then he let out a breath, carefully carried him back to the bed, thought for a while, then tied his clothes up for him, covered him Quilt.

Looking down at the tent that was still set up high, Lu Xuechen put on his jacket, opened the door and walked out, taking a cold shower for himself.

The old man next door was so disturbed by the movement in the yard that he couldn't sleep, he couldn't help but tighten the quilt, and sighed: "It really is a young man, with great firepower. In autumn, he poured cold water on his head, and it took only an hour." Twice, I am not afraid of getting wind and cold.

Lu Xuechen didn't go into the house again, after taking a cold shower, he sat down on the floor outside the door, and leaned against the door to meditate quietly.

The moon hangs high in the sky, like someone's deep eyes, watching the lonely figure in front of the door coolly.

When the old man rubbed his eyes and came out of the house, he saw a yard of chopped firewood neatly stacked next to the stove. Water was boiling on the stove, and the heat was gurgling.And the handsome young man in a gray coat and dark suspenders was standing barefoot in the small vegetable patch watering the vegetables.

Judging by this posture, he has been busy hours earlier.

Is this a sleepless night?

The old man felt a little sorry, thinking that although the young man looked unreliable and would go crazy in the middle of the night, at least he would repay his kindness, and he was probably embarrassed to live for nothing, so he found something to do for himself, helping to chop the firewood. Water the vegetables again.

The old man walked over with a face full of satisfaction, "My lord, don't be so busy, come and sit down and have a rest. I'll cook right now. If you take a break, hurry up and call your brother up and eat together."

Lu Xuechen poured the water from the ladle into the ground, straightened up, nodded to the old man, then walked out of the vegetable field, washed the mud off his feet with water, put on his shoes and went to the house to call for help.

After a whole night, Lu Xuechen's mood has almost calmed down. Although what happened last night was a bit extreme, but fortunately, he stopped in time and did not make a big mistake. Embarrassment will definitely still happen, but now is not the time to worry about these things. Before determining when the magic breath in Zhanying's body would erupt and what consequences it would cause, he was in no mood to worry about those illusory romances.

As for what Zhan Ying thinks of him, let him think.

Anyway, he was never the important one in his eyes, was he?How to see him and what is worth caring about.

But when he opened the door and was about to call out Zhanying's name, he froze suddenly when he saw the person standing beside the bed.

As if startled by the sound of the door opening, the man slowly turned his head. He was dressed in a dark black robe, with picturesque features, but full of evil spirits. Those familiar pair of phoenix eyes were raised high, familiar yet strange, looking down on everything in the world ridicule and coldness.

It's Demon Lord!

The Demon Lord has awakened!

He was so surprised that Lu Xuechen, who was always so calm, forgot to react, and stood stiffly at the door, looking at that face, unable to make a sound.

Ordinarily, it was not Zhanying who woke up, and he should be glad that he no longer had to face the absurd embarrassment of last night, but for some reason, seeing those eyes that were no longer familiar narrowed towards him, revealing an unknown look, his heart suddenly felt Tighten, the heart cavity is more than half empty.

After a long time, Lu Xuechen found his voice, "You..."

But before he could speak, the other party walked towards him slowly, with a slightly hoarse voice, full of fascinating sexiness, "Your breath is so familiar... I seem to have seen it somewhere."

When Lu Xuechen heard it at first, he thought it was Zhan Ying's consciousness that was still affecting him, and he was inexplicably happy for a moment, but this joy was then poured out by the other party's cold water.

"You are a Taoist priest from Kunlun? No wonder..." The man stamped his feet in front of him, stared at him carefully for a while, and could not see any emotion, neither sad nor happy, nor surprised nor surprised. She couldn't see any disgust, she just looked at him indifferently.

Lu Xuechen opened his mouth, and finally managed to make a sound: "You... are the Demon Lord?"

Probably because he hadn't heard this name for a long time, the man frowned indistinctly, stroked his forehead and pondered for a moment, then said unsurely: "Mozun? Maybe?" Then said: "This title sounds good."

As if getting a new name, there was a slight smile on that calm and handsome face.

Lu Xuechen finally understood why Xuanjizi was so fascinated by this person back then, that he even risked his life for a consummation.This person really has the capital to make everyone crazy. When he is not smiling, he exudes an unstoppable majesty and charm. With a slight hook of the corner of his mouth, the world is pale, and the flowers are luxuriant. Can be easily resisted.

I wonder if it was because of this that Cangwu fell into it and was tortured in the end?

Zhanying didn't know, but when he woke up in the spiritual spring and asked him if he didn't go anywhere, he probably thought it was outrageous, or there was no need to mention it, so Lu Xuechen just gave a vague "hmm".

In fact, when Zhan Ying entered Mo Lan's body to empathize with Mo Lan, Lu Xuechen also encountered the same thing, except that he entered Cang Wu's body who was in the water at the same time.

Lu Xuechen was equally perplexed by that relationship that Zhanying couldn't understand.But after all, Lu Xuechen is more delicate and intelligent than Zhanying, he can feel Cangwu's inner anxiety and longing, as well as his persistence and affection for Mo Lan.On those quiet nights, when I stood sadly outside the Xuanyou Hall and watched the man silently licking his wounds, my heart ached so much that I couldn't help myself. I wanted to go forward, but I was afraid of the contradictions and struggles of stopping. How could I be like Mo Lan? Thought it was just a whim of teasing?

However, Zhanying didn't mention the memory of Mo Lan, so Lu Xuechen spontaneously thought that he was the only one who was somehow influenced by the fairy energy of Canglang Mountain, and sympathized with Cangwu's experience.

When Zhanying escaped from the sea of ​​blood, Lu Xuechen in Xuanyou Palace was also forced to withdraw from Cangwu's consciousness.The last memory is the moment before leaving the body in pain, the soul was severely torn by something, those pains came from Cang Wu, Lu Xuechen knew, because the scimitar in Mo Lan's hand was forged by Cang Wu's dragon horn , Kill evil and turn back, Cangwu bears all of them.

What happened to Cang Wu in the end, Lu Xuechen didn't know, but since Mo Lan fell into the sky and became a demon, Cang Wu must not be safe, maybe as the Buddha and Taoist said, he was bitten by the breath of the demon, and his soul died.Or maybe, fortunately, a ray of soul consciousness was left behind, reincarnated as a human, and met Mo Lan again.

Lu Xuechen thought of Kunlun's head teacher Xuanji.He looked up at the man in front of him, who was also looking at him with great interest, neither of them spoke anymore.What Lu Xuechen thought was, could Xuanjizi be Cangwu's reincarnation?

But what the man thought was that the aura of this Taoist priest was so familiar and interesting, and what's more, a mere Taoist priest had dragon aura on him.Could this be a half-assed monk who was born in the royal family?

It stands to reason that a born king is immune to all evil and is not afraid of evil spirits. The dragon aura and masculinity on his body will make all monsters shy away, and he is born disliked.But the strange thing is that he didn't feel any discomfort when he was standing so close to the Taoist priest, and he couldn't help but want to get close.

Could it be that his demon nature has gone against the sky, and nothing can pose a threat to him?

With this suspicion in mind, the man stretched out his fair and slender fingers, and gently stroked the side of the Taoist's face.Sure enough, the skin is delicate and moist, and the tentacles are a comforting warmth.

The man whose consciousness has not been fully activated doesn't know that it's not because of Lu Xuechen that he can feel the warmth, but because he doesn't have any temperature himself, and if he touches anyone's face, he will feel hot.

"What's your name?" The man was obviously interested.

Lu Xuechen didn't deliberately hide it, but turned his head slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable with his touch, and said, "Lu Yao, Lu Xuechen."

"The name is good." The man nodded in satisfaction, and said without doubt: "From now on, you will follow me."

After finishing speaking, he bypassed Lu Xuechen, who was still a little dazed, and left the room.

The old man was stir-frying the vegetables in the pot in front of the stove, with the sound of sizzling oil, accompanied by the crackling sound of firewood, the rare freshness made the newly awakened man feel fresh, he opened his slender arms and looked up to the sky. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Sure enough, I've slept for too long, and I'm not used to it..."

The old man turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes widened.