refuse to be a teacher

When it was meal time that day, Xue Lan didn't move her chopsticks even once in front of the table full of fragrant food because of the little master who held his palms in his heart and made offerings day and night.

...and his face has always been very ugly.

Because Xue Lan couldn't figure out the reason, she chased him and asked him in confusion: "Didn't you say you want to raise your legs? Why don't you eat?"

When the little master heard this, he put the bowl and chopsticks on the table with a "snap", without looking up, he just snuggled up on the bed and pretended to be dead.

Xue Lan was dumbfounded because he lost his temper, thinking that I didn't call him my wife anymore, why didn't she refuse to eat again?

At night, both of them turned off the lights and lay down to sleep. Yan Jue, who had been pretending to be dead for a whole day, felt more and more uncomfortable thinking about it. He couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. Lan Yin stared at the side.

——The sleepy ghost is much cuter than his usual appearance of jumping up and down. When he was himself, he smiled calmly as if nothing had happened.

They living sword clansmen are really terrifying.Yan Hua thought, no wonder outsiders defined it as the living sword tribe.Every inch of flesh, every bone and blood on these people is a rare and wonderful sharp weapon in the world. Once those people with ulterior motives start to use it, the devastating damage will be immeasurable.

Then... What if it is used to destroy the impregnable Qiqi 49 aura barrier at the bottom of Xixin Valley?

Yan Jue squatted down calmly, his long and narrow phoenix pupils slowly narrowed in the dark night, like the uncontrollable sharp light of the Ya Ling sword hanging on the wall.

But at this moment, Xue Lan was so defenseless because she was sleeping with her back to him.

It only needs to wipe off his neck with one sword, let alone 49 auras, the bloody fierce sword is violent to the limit, and can even destroy Yi Shangxian's Changxing residence into ruins in a blink of an eye.

Yan Jue stretched out his hand, and his slender knuckles stuck to Xue Lanyin's warm skin on the side of his neck and circled around for a while.Afterwards, she just sighed inexplicably, and gently stepped forward to tuck the corner of the quilt for him.

Although Yan Jue was cold-hearted, he was not vicious.Two people eat and sleep together every day, read and write, even a beast has to develop feelings, let alone a flesh and blood person?

——He will never make this move, nor will he make it.

At the same time, he probably didn't expect that Xue Lanyin, who seemed to be sleeping with her eyes closed, had actually been silent and awake all the time.

Because Xue Lan usually sleeps very lightly, any disturbance outside can instantly arouse his vigilance.So when Yan Jue was tossing and turning on the bed before, Xue Lan had already woken him up, and she was still thinking about whether her little master hadn't eaten all day and was rolling secretly because of hunger.

——Until Yan Kai's bayonet-like icy fingers touched the soft and deadly nape of his neck silently.

At that moment, Xue Lan knew exactly what was brewing in Yan Jue's mind.Unexpectedly, he was not surprised, nor did he express excessive panic, and he never even got up to question Yan Jue in any form.

Because, this is really too normal.

Most people in the world are greedy, and they will also choose to expand their boundless desire to control more powerful forces.

And the living sword people are the victims at the top of this vortex of desire.

In the past thousands of years, the dissatisfied and resentful people of the same race did not think of fighting, but when they realized that the greatest combat power of a race comes from destroying its own flesh and blood, more people would rather use the insufficient blood to reduce casualties. A small portion of life-threatening flesh and blood is donated in exchange for a short period of peace and tranquility.

No one can refuse the fierce temptation brought by the blood of the living sword.

Knowing that Yan Jue is soft-hearted by nature, Xue Lan couldn't bear to do it.But under the circumstances that they face each other day and night under the same roof, it is hard to guarantee that Yan Jue will not have another heart for him.

——He wanted to find the little master who would be his daughter-in-law. If there was a gap between him and him, the intimate and warm relationship in the past would no longer exist.

Because Xue Lan didn't know what Yan Jue was thinking, anyway, besides his parents and relatives who had passed away one by one over the years, Yan Jue was the only person who made him love and depend on him.

Therefore, he used a very simple and rude, even close to primitive, stupid method, trying to get the two of them to live in harmony in the days to come.

After all, the little master is just a little master. Poorly, he will never be able to understand how many lightning bolts struck his apprentice's open head.

When Yan Jue woke up in the morning, there was a small clay pot the size of a wrist resting beside his pillow.It was so abruptly placed in the pleated pile of quilts that he almost accidentally fell to the ground. It took him a long time to stabilize it and hold it in the palm of his hand. After weighing it twice, it was unexpectedly heavy. What are you wearing.

Yan Jue first thought that Xue Lan was playing tricks to make him happy again, so he couldn't help laughing for a while, but when he couldn't wait to lift the cover and sniff it, his expression changed instantly——

He almost flashed his figure hastily, and in a blink of an eye he flew down the straw couch in a hurry, he was so panicked that he even put on his shoes and socks backwards, and he searched the whole room for Xue Lanyin's figure, but he turned around After a long circle, I found that someone was moving a deck chair and sitting at the gate to bask in the sun.

It was sunny that day.

But Yan Jue's expression was obviously not good at all.

When he squeezed the small clay pot tightly in his palm, even his whole arm was trembling uncontrollably.

"What is this?" he asked stiffly.

"...I gave it to you."

Xue Lan lazily propped her chin up from the edge of the armrest. I don't know if it was because of the excessive blood loss in the past few days, the skin all over her body showed a kind of almost morbid paleness.

Yan Jue stared at him blankly, but the heavy emotions in his eyes were indescribably suppressed sadness and anger, and there was even a faint trace of indescribable confusion.For a moment, Xue Lan thought she had done something wrong again, so she looked back at him with some innocence and astonishment, and said with a smile, "Look, I said I will be good to you - the most precious thing It’s all given to you, you can’t still be angry with me, can you?”

Yan Jue's face turned blue, and he immediately raised his hand and handed the clay pot far away, and frowned, "I don't want it!"

"You don't want it?" Because Xue Lan didn't reach out to pick it up, her willful and distinct facial features were still trying to show a chilling intimacy and obedience, "Why don't you?"

Yan Jue never liked to be interrogated by others, so he turned his head coldly and said: "If you don't want it, you don't want it! Take it back!"

"Everyone is trying their best to beg for it, you say you don't want it?" Xue Lan turned over and got off the recliner, and then slowly walked forward, stopping Yan Jue's five fingers and the clay pot gently together "Could it be that it's too little?" After speaking, he seemed to be quite distressed, and he plucked a few strands of hair hanging from the corner of Yan Jue's forehead, and said with a smile, "But I can only give it to you." That's enough, Master...if you let it go a little more, I will die."

Yan Jue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to meet Xue Lanyin's dark pupils that seemed to be empty. After a long time, it seemed that he finally understood something from his meek and abnormal behavior.

——He was begging Yan Hao for peace.

He believed that Yan Jue would directly put him to death for the sake of living the blood of the sword, and out of the instinct of saving his life, he simply took his own blood and offered it to him in exchange for the so-called "peace" between the two.

Yan Jue's eyes tightened, and the corners of his lips moved silently, as if he wanted to say something intentionally, but he was silent for a long time, and finally he just tried to pull back his arms, and said in a deep voice: "I don't want it, let go!"

Xue Lan raised her jaw because of her stubbornness, but she still clasped her hands tightly between his five fingers, saying every word to her heart: "You obviously want it! How could you not?"

Yan Jue withdrew abruptly, avoided the clay pot, and said angrily, "I said I don't want it, I don't need it!"

Because of the sudden hostility in Xue Lan's eyes, she almost grabbed Yan Hai's hands and forced the pot into it.Yan Jue has such a cold and arrogant temper, when did he allow others to be so presumptuous?Between pushing and shoving, the tyrannical strength that was finally suppressed lost its restraint again, and he just happened to wave his palm on the crumbling little clay pot, and there was a clear and crisp "snap", and the two of them heard the sound. She was stunned, but Xue Lan reacted so quickly that she first threw her arm aside to block Yan Jue half a foot away, and when she was about to retreat, it was too late, and the scarlet hot blood burst with the clay pot Suddenly flying and scattered, like a ferocious beast coming out of a cage, it roared and neighed, exposing its swift and sharp claws, splashing Xue Lanyin's hand in an instant.

"hiss……!"

The blood of the living sword is called the blood of the world, and it is the most rare and powerful thing. The grass and trees will dry up and turn into ashes when they meet it. Now it suddenly touches the hair and skin of the human body, so why is it not a heart-piercing pain?

——The scorching blood seemed to have its own consciousness. As soon as Fang got rid of the shackles of the clay pot, it scrambled to seep down into the delicate skin on the back of Xue Lanyin's hand, but in a blink of an eye, the skin around his knuckles and wrist bones were corroded into scorched earth color, but now the restlessness is unbearable and ready to go, and there is a tendency to spread wantonly upwards.

Yan Jue was watching the whole process from the sidelines, and couldn't help but be shocked by it. He came back to his senses and was about to step forward to check on the injury, but he didn't want Xue Lan to block his hand and sternly drive away when Xue Lan was sweating profusely from the pain. He left and said: "Don't come here... Go away! I, I will do it myself!"

After saying that, Gu Zi took down the dagger at his waist, and without a word, he scraped at the place where the blood was boiling, twisted and pulled the tip of the blade, and decisively tore off the piece of skin that was close to rotting, including the blood and flesh——the process It was so cruel that even Yan Jue felt worried when he saw it. He wanted to reach out to stop him over and over again, but Xue Lanyin himself didn't even frown. Keep a certain distance from him.