Lie Huo Jiao Chou

If there is no empathy, it is probably as Mr. Lu Xun said, "People cannot share the joys and sorrows of people." Xuanji seems to have become a reservoir in the mouth of the flood, with violent ups and downs of emotions that cannot be swallowed or spit out, making people He was on the verge of breaking the embankment, but Sheng Lingyuan didn't receive it at all.

His Majesty was just leaning against the kitchen door, drinking milk tea one after another. There was only half a cup of milk tea left, and the bottom was full of swollen pearls. He sucked one inadvertently and stuck it in the tube.His Majesty absolutely refused to breathe out the sound of "North Wind Howling", it was too indecent, so he simply put it aside and refused to move in disgust.

"You're still smart," he said briskly with a little smile on his face again, "but the situation of your clan is special, so it's not unusual for you to be able to guess it. Well, yes, there are many historical records of various clans, and I am the one who silenced you , Burning books, and then forcibly erasing them. Except for the monster race—there is no way for the monster race. First, there are too many folklore, which cannot be wiped clean by burning books and banning words. Second, the ordinary monster race and human race are too different in appearance. Big, only mixed-race and high-level monsters can have a human-like body. It is difficult for others to mix into the crowd, so we set up Qingping Division for them. Back then, most of the Qingping Division were monsters. As for other clansmen, In the early years of Qizheng, Zhangdi just wanted to reform the law, recuperate, and re-register the population, so they were mixed in."

In this way, after a few generations, even if someone does archaeology and finds out the truth that was covered up back then, it doesn't matter.

Because the so-called "world feud" is actually not that strong. Once it is interrupted for one generation, it will never be connected again. It will not be more than a hundred years. There are many gossips at the dinner table, and they are still members of the family.

"Just banning words is not a long-term solution. I originally thought that two or three generations would be exposed, but when the world is stable, it doesn't matter if you don't expose it. At most, small groups of forces will make trouble and fight a few wars of words. But I didn't expect This lie has not been exposed for more than 3000 years. You younger generations are so lazy, there are too many things that have been lost." Sheng Lingyuan paused, and then said dispensably, "Wait for this matter, if I have time, I will leave before I leave." It is possible to dictate the past stories of the various clans so that they can be passed on to future generations."

It was a last resort back then, but many foreigners are worthy of a book. They shouldn't be drowned in dust without a name and name. After all, they are owed a fortune in the history books.

Xuan Ji only heard one sentence, and her mentality completely collapsed: "You go? Where are you going?"

Sheng Lingyuan knew that Xuan Ji had always been on guard against him. Calling him "Senior" and "Your Majesty" were all fake politeness, and he had never been soft-handed when digging holes to bury him when he turned his face. .

"Go back to where I should go," Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand, turned and walked out of the kitchen, "Don't worry, I won't stay in the world to hinder your eyes."

"Stop!" Xuan Ji clasped his shoulders, "What the hell...what is it? What did you do to put out the Chiyuan fire?"

Words are disrespectful, but physical actions are too much.

Did this little demon eat the wrong bug?

Xuan Ji drew his sword and slashed at him, and smashed him with an iron chain. When he was trapped by the sword, the little brat was very easy to wade him into water and mud, but for some reason, this persevering question made him Sheng Lingyuan felt more offensive than before.

A layer of black mist rose from Sheng Lingyuan's shoulders immediately, like a black flame, burning toward Xuan Ji's hand: "Whoever passed through the melee did not escape death? Besides, what does it have to do with you?"

However, Xuan Ji did not dodge, dodge or let go, even though the black mist swallowed half of his arm in one gulp, his fingers almost pinched into Sheng Lingyuan's flesh.

Sheng Lingyuan wanted to make him suffer a little, so that this little demon would not be unscrupulous in front of him all day long, relying on his status as the last firekeeper.But it may also be because Sheng Lingyuan's bones have been warmed on the back of the Fire Keeper for more than 3000 years. The two seem to have the same origin. The black mist wrapped around Xuan Ji, not only unwilling to hurt him, but also very intimate. Wrapped around his elbows and wrists, lingering reluctantly.

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

It turns out that there is still this side effect. He can be regarded as understanding what it means to eat people with soft mouths and short hands.

Sheng Lingyuan pointed like a knife, and slashed towards Xuan Ji's wrist. The most exposed meridians on Xuan Ji's wrist numb, and she was forced to let go.

"If you go to war here, you will be homeless..." Sheng Lingyuan suddenly thought of something when he said this, "Ah, I understand, no wonder."

Xuan Ji clenched her teeth tightly and stared at him without blinking.

Sheng Lingyuan: "You said that you met a white shadow in the different control bureau, and stuffed him into a machine that sounded like Su Hui—and then, what did he tell you?"

When he was in Dongchuan, Aluojin obviously knew the identity of the little demon "Fire Keeper", but when he sealed Chiyuan, the witch man's tomb had been cold for many years. It can only be told by the messenger behind the dark festival.

If Bai Ying was an old ghost of that era, it shouldn't be surprising to know that he sealed Chi Yuan with the Zhuque bone.

So this little demon is aware of the instigator of the tragic fate of his family?

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly realized, no wonder he signed the agreement suddenly, and he must put himself under the watchful eyes, no wonder Xuan Ji asked why the fire of Chiyuan was extinguished, there was a sense of sadness and anger in his words-this makes sense.

Sheng Lingyuan spread his hands: "Stop you and me, don't go around in circles. Frankly speaking, I picked up the 36 Zhuque bones from the tomb of the sacred bird, engraved them and sealed them in Chiyuan. According to common sense, bones are bones. It doesn't matter what you vomit after eating the chicken wings, but the Suzaku clan may indeed be divine birds. I never thought that that pile of rotten bones and dregs could give birth to spiritual wisdom in Chiyuan, and you, the 'Fire Keeper', were born. But even if I knew, I would still do it, so it’s not an excuse—after all, I owed you all, and the matter has come to this point, what compensation do you want?"

Xuan Ji heard this well-founded conspiracy theory, his lungs exploded, and he sneered: "You."

"Well," Sheng Lingyuan nodded, "That's fine, because of me, you lost your natal sword, and it should be so."

Xuan Ji: "..."

God damn "as it should be"!

"It's okay to talk about it. Although you and I are Qiu Feiyou, we are all running around for one thing right now. The old account will be settled in the future, and I will wait for it." Sheng Lingyuan nodded at him as if he was afraid that he would not be angry, "It's just that I I don’t know the way of refining weapons, and I don’t know how your ancestors forged bones into swords. If you want to restore your original state by then, I’m afraid you will have to work harder yourself.”

After His Majesty finished speaking, he thought he had got the point right, and with his hands behind his back, he strolled to the living room to watch TV, leaving Xuan Ji alone in the kitchen, facing the refrigerator with the open door emitting white smoke angrily.

He looked at the half-arranged ingredients, and was too lazy to clean them up. He stuffed them into the refrigerator and slammed the door of the refrigerator.

The house that Xuan Ji rented was a small two-bedroom, one bedroom, and the other room was converted into a study by the landlord, and a tatami mat that could be used by one person was installed near the window.Lie down on weekends, put a row of junk food on the window sill, hug a small blanket, pull down the projector to play a movie, or play games all day, there is no happier life in a fat house than this.Xuan Ji used to be "drunk and dreamed of death" here, this time she simply moved all her bedding over there.He dug out a new set and threw it on the bed in the bedroom, knocked on the door, and said to Sheng Lingyuan with a cold face: "The bedroom has been cleaned up for you, Your Majesty, can you take care of yourself?"

Without waiting for Sheng Lingyuan to reply, he said again: "It's impossible, it's okay, you can find a way to make do with it yourself, I don't have any other flowers and plants in my house to harm you."

After finishing speaking, he took away a bag of salted egg yolk fish skin, and drove the robot vacuum out of the study room, and could not get out by himself.

What to cook?be a fart!

The Heavenly Demon is powerful, isn't he still laughing at him that the innate monster race doesn't do bigu?

Just drink the Northwest Wind with the big Yangko on TV.

Sheng Lingyuan laughed - tear your face and ignore others, what kind of bad temper?

This scene made him feel a little familiar for no reason, but he restrained himself and didn't want to think about it, because everyone he could think of was dead, and he didn't intend to let himself destroy the comfortable feeling at this time.

There are no imps with ulterior motives around to spy back and forth, so it is much more comfortable.

Ever since Yu Yanghai met, that little demon has been swaying under his nose, whether it's eyes or words and deeds, it makes him feel a little stuck in his throat, this will make the words clear, and they both feel refreshed.

The smells of various snacks on the table were mixed together, Sheng Lingyuan wanted to distinguish them one by one with great interest, and broke open a piece of baked sweet potato dripping with sugar to taste the taste, just seeing the dazzling colors on the TV, no one was around, he Trying to relax the back of the spine, leaning on the soft fabric sofa, it feels like a world of mortals is nothing more than that.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't remember how many years he hadn't experienced the beauty and fragrance of the world, and he wanted to thank those "fire keepers" for warming his bones. Although he didn't know how they did it, but for this, even the little demon Not closely related to Chiyuanhuo, he is also willing to indulge a little.

Xuan Ji locked the door behind her back, plugged in her earphones, and quickly fell into samadhi with all her heart turned to the sky.

"Concentration" is an ancient way of cultivation, no one uses it now, because the spiritual energy available for cultivation in the world is already very thin, and this kind of cultivation similar to meditation is not efficient.

The white noise of "rustle" forcibly calmed his ups and downs, and Xuan Ji's heartbeat slowed down. He dived into his own sea of ​​consciousness and sorted out all the memories.

He desperately wanted to know everything about the man.

It should have been the same in the past, the holy fire ring was so fragile, probably because he couldn't help asking the bottom line as soon as he was stimulated a little and remembered the scene of Hongclaw slush.Over and over again, like an addict who comes back after quitting.

There was a crisp sound of "pop" in the depths of Chiyuan, and the ghost knight followed the prestige and found that another stone tablet was cracked.

Half of the huge altar at the bottom of the valley has been broken in the past few days.

The Shadow Knight was in a daze, not knowing what had happened, but he seemed to be familiar with it. He wandered around the cracked stele for a while, and then he swam away from midair like a green smoke.

It wasn't the first time, and Shadow Rider couldn't recall a time when something similar had happened before, but... nothing new anyway.

Perhaps because of entering meditation, Xuan Ji felt that the memory that was as messy as a ball of wool in her mind became clearer, and she turned from abstraction to concreteness.

"Don't go." The young Sheng Lingyuan sat under the tree and turned over a page of the "leaf" book of the Wuren tribe. They are all ancient books, and the leaves are very fragile. He carefully said to Tianmojian, "throw Not ashamed?"

The Heavenly Demon Sword urged him: "No one saw it, that kid is gone!"

Tianmojian saw Aluojin dry the pears in the ice spring under the altar, so he had to force him to get some—take it for yourself.

Without raising his eyelids, Sheng Lingyuan replied briefly, "A gentleman should be cautious about his independence."

"I'm not a gentleman, I want to eat dried pears!" Tian Mojian was silent for a while, quit, and made a fuss in his sea of ​​consciousness, "The fresh fruit has been picked clean by that brat, can dried pears also work?"

Sheng Lingyuan closed the leaf book, and let out a long breath: "This matter can't be passed, right?"

Sheng Lingyuan is introverted by nature, he doesn't like things that are too exciting - he doesn't like to touch things that are strong in taste and color, but it is different from the Tianmojian, which he shares his senses with. You can't play the dude.

Good voice, good sex, good wine...and greedy.

The pear trees in the Great Saint Courtyard of the Witch Race have produced another batch of fruits. The sun has been particularly abundant this season. The Great Saints say that the fruit must be sweet, and the Heavenly Demon Sword has been coveted for a long time. Sheng Lingyuan is fifteen or sixteen years old, and he feels that he is an adult. He didn't want to be like those brats who waited for the fruit to flow while the fruit was not yet ripe. As a result, Aluojin was the one who took the lead and picked all the good ones. The pigtail was shaved bald.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't bear his troubles, so he had to agree to pick up the leaks for him. When he went up to the tree, he found that the Aluojin goose had been plucked. Called "Brother Lingyuan" - the most beautiful little girl of the Witch Race looked up at him eagerly.

No one knew about the Sky Demon Sword except Sheng Lingyuan himself.It's outrageous for a dignified human prince to compete with a little girl for stuttering.

But after coaxing one side, the other side exploded, the little girl left happily, and the Heavenly Demon Sword quit.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't know why he was so generous, so he was so angry that he learned a new skill for a pear - he was able to unilaterally shut down his thoughts for a while.

Heaven Demon Sword: "You promise me first, it's mine! Even if you want to marry her as your queen in the future..."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Nonsense!"

Heaven Demon Sword: "Anyway, you can't just give my things to others! If you have the ability, you should practice hard, pull me out and throw me away!"

Sheng Lingyuan stood up with a "huh": "Shut up, I'll get it for you, okay!"

He refused to sneak around, and when he reached the mouth of the cold pool, he deliberately coughed loudly, as if announcing his arrival.

Sky Demon Sword: "I told you that that brat didn't..."

Before he finished speaking, someone in Hantan Cave said "Ah".

The two figures stuck together quickly separated, and one of them was not fully dressed, so he only had time to cover his face.

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Sky Demon Sword: "...here."