Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to smell a burning smell.

The sense of smell can directly penetrate the seven emotions, so the burnt smell diffused into his sea of ​​consciousness before his consciousness was clear.After many years, the scene that had appeared countless times in his terrifying dreams reappeared—he saw the young man with a blurred face, wings on his back, and wrapped in a ball of fire when the Heavenly Demon Sword was broken.

All together, Sheng Lingyuan hadn't had a dream for more than ten years. For a moment, he forgot when and where he was. He was startled, and desperately hugged the fire.

A blazing light cut into his field of vision suddenly, and he woke up in excruciating pain.

The corner of his eye was stabbed by light, and then he saw something falling from mid-air, Sheng Lingyuan grabbed it, but collided with the other hand.

Xuan Ji originally wanted to pour him a glass of water and put it on the bedside table, but for some reason, she became dazed at Sheng Lingyuan's slightly frowning brows, her eyes traced his eyebrows and eyes, and then fell on her lips.

"On the top of the mountain, he kissed me back... right?" He thought uncertainly.

But it's not necessarily true. Lingyuan just said clearly that Team Yan and the others fell in love with each other, which is "unethical and ignorant". According to his understanding, His Majesty has always used every word and never slapped his face.

So...his reaction at that time can also be interpreted as wanting to push himself out, and the violent action may be due to panic.

Xuan Ji's heart sank again.

Or optimistically, it may be too sudden, Lingyuan didn't react from the beginning to the end, but just instinctively returned the offensive action, which was meaningless at all.

Thinking back and forth, coupled with imagination - Xuan Ji probably walked away for half an hour when he was distracted.

Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes suddenly, Xuan Ji had no time to look back, and fled in a hurry, the teacup on the tray rolled down without paying attention.

The two reached out at the same time, but "the seats are limited" on the small teacup, the ten fingers were crowded into a ball, and their eyes bumped into the memory on the top of the mountain. Sheng Lingyuan curled his fingers, and Xuan Ji took a step back in panic, and then Let go at the same time.

The fate of the unlucky teacup was full of twists and turns, and it was a heroic sacrifice in the end.

Fortunately, Xuan Ji was so dizzy that he forgot to pour water, and the glass was still empty.

"I, I, I'll just sweep!" Xuan Ji turned around and left as if someone had stepped on her tail.

Sheng Lingyuan: "You..."

Xuan Ji turned her head back quicker than rushing to receive the order: "What?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "Did you burn something?"

Xuan Ji was stunned for two seconds, then remembered in a trance, what happened!He set up a porridge pot on the stove before pouring the water!

The nose of passive sabotage is like just remembering to go to work, and it will only smell the smell after being reminded.

Sheng Lingyuan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he rushed out in a panic.

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a moment, since the day he could speak human language, he had never said such a blunt sentence.He didn't even know how to address Xuan Ji just now.

Whether it is the current "Xuanji" or the past "Tong", it is rusty to speak, and it hurts the tongue.

As for "chicken", that's not a good name - he is not young anymore, and the playful nickname is not suitable.It's not so easy to get back the intimacy of laughing and playing when we were young, after all, things are different.

Sheng Lingyuan's gaze fell on the broken porcelain pieces, and a thin black mist rolled up following his thoughts, gathering up the broken porcelain pieces and floating into the air.The black mist fit the tiles together tightly, like the curved nails of a curium bowl, passing through the tiles lightly, and the broken teacup was repaired in less than half a minute.

It's just that there are thin black lines left at the joints of the cracks, which are still a bit uneven when touched by hands.

It can't be the same as before.

Holding the repaired teacup, Sheng Lingyuan saw clearly the furnishings in the room for the first time.

He was woken up by the gloomy sacrificial text by accident, returned to his remnant body, got back the blood of Suzaku, and his six senses were clear.

But his heart is in the grave, and his senses are just passive receivers. Under the stimulation of grotesques 3000 years later, he is refreshed for a short time, and soon dies indifferently.He was even more unwilling to recognize the joys and sorrows attached to Suzaku's bloodline, allowing them to be mixed together, making the migraine that haunted him for the rest of his life more and more lifelike.

Suddenly, Sheng Lingyuan realized that the room he lived in was... that person's bedroom.

There is an ashtray on the head of the bed, and a desk calendar next to it, with a few words on it.Because it was in simplified characters, Sheng Lingyuan only glanced at the contents before, seeing that they were all trivial matters, so he didn't read carefully. It was only then that he suddenly realized that although the characters were quite different from ancient to modern, the structure of that person's handwriting was very familiar.

There are many shadows of my youth.

The quilt has been washed a lot, and it is a little white, and the corners of the quilt are fuzzy, full of the smell of the previous owner.

Put it on your body, as if you will heat yourself.

Sheng Lingyuan found strangely that he didn't feel it at all before.

He closed his eyes slightly, stroked the corner of the quilt carefully, and was surprised to find that these half-worn cotton cloths were actually so soft.

"cough……"

There was a dry cough at the door, and Xuan Ji was fidgeting holding the laptop and poking it there—the phone was left at the headquarters and hadn’t been brought back yet—Sheng Lingyuan’s action just now made his heart jump up and down, Xuan Ji cleared his throat a few times, trying to see Stand up solemnly: "The bottom of the pot is mushy, I'd better order takeaway, do you want to eat?"

Sheng Lingyuan turned to him, his eyes were like two deep pools.

Xuan Ji felt that her blood pressure was approaching [-], and she was about to evolve into a pressure cooker: "This... is just an accident, the probability of it happening is very small, and I am usually very reliable. Uh... Really, I can take care of..."

Sheng Lingyuan interrupted him: "Come here."

Xuan Ji shut her mouth abruptly.

"Come here," Sheng Lingyuan said softly, "I'll take a look at you."

Xuan Ji felt like a lonely ghost whose soul had been imprisoned. Before he had time to think about it, his two legs had already walked over on his own initiative, and his heartbeat made his limbs numb.He didn't draw out his wings, but the shoulder blades on both sides of his back were almost cooked.

In the kitchen squatted a pot of porridge that had turned into charcoal, and on Xuan Ji's neck was a bowl of brains that had turned into charcoal.

"Did I wash my face?" He had this thought in his coma, and for a moment, he was in a hurry to find something to take a picture of, when he lowered his head and saw an open notebook poked on his lap, and the takeaway platform on the screen Lively snacks of all kinds, he struggled to distinguish himself from the eight major cuisines, and found that he had already half-kneeled by the bed at some point, "What kind of idiot look am I..."

At this moment, a hand that seemed unable to cover his face raised his face, and Xuan Ji suddenly held his breath.

"So he looks like this." Sheng Lingyuan thought, but it seemed that he should be like this, so he shouldn't be surprised.

When we met for the first time, we will never forget it.

No wonder he lived like a human being, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly realized, thinking of every time he sealed his memory and traveled around happily, his chest twisted belatedly, he thought: How good would he be without me?

Xuan Ji was touched from his face to his feet, and was so stiff that it hurt. Just when he was about to bear it no longer, the doorbell saved him.

As soon as there was a sound, he jumped up, said "I'll open the door", and ran away.

Sheng Lingyuan curled up his palms, and got up from the gentle single bed - the blood of Suzaku was peeled off by him, and it finally returned to the body, and was suppressed by him for a long time, and he couldn't return to its place completely. Outburst of backlash is not much better than when it was pulled out.

Sheng Lingyuan pressed his heart, took a restrained breath, and regained consciousness.

From Xuanji's memory, he saw that the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Sword were roasted by the Chiyuan fire, turned into molten iron, and wrapped on the Suzaku bone.Bone, blood, old vessel body, sacrificial person, and Chiyuan as the sword furnace, it seems that it was a coincidence that the sword spirit was born again.

The Zhuque bone wrapped in molten iron constitutes the body of the sword spirit, so Xuan Ji is "born" in the fire every time.

36 Suzaku bones, 3000 years to the present, have been damaged to the last one... If the Suzaku bone is gone, what will happen to him?

Sheng Lingyuan's heart sank slightly, he couldn't stand Chi Yuan's turmoil again.

Voices came from the door, Xiao Zheng and Wang Ze came together.

Wang Ze was holding a big bag in his arms, while Xiao Zheng threw the depleted mobile phone into Xuan Ji's arms: "Aren't you going to learn what is 'organizational discipline' in this life? Burn all the suspects with a torch Yes, oh, without even saying hello, just leave as soon as you say."

Wang Ze: "That's right, those who didn't know thought you were in a hurry to elope."

"Don't talk nonsense," Xuan Ji involuntarily lowered her voice, as if afraid that someone would hear, "Come in."

Wang Ze and Xiao Zheng looked at each other—shouldn't Xuan Ji's "nonsense get on the bus" mouth come back immediately?

Since he is a man, there must be a ghost in this matter!

As soon as Wang Ze looked up, he saw Sheng Lingyuan leaning against the door of the bedroom with some clothes on. His face was pale, and he seemed to be a little unable to straighten up. He nodded at them faintly.

Wang Ze: "..."

He stared at Xuan Ji with eyes like copper bells - what are you doing!

Xuan Ji immediately put the two uninvited guests behind her, helped Sheng Lingyuan up, and said in a low voice: "Go and lie down for a while, if it's noisy, I'll put a mute sign on you."

"Did you hear that? We are Noise and Light Bulb." Wang Ze elbowed Xiao Zheng, "Director Xiao, I claim Noise, how about you?"

Director Xiao's shiny hair gave off a Buddha's light.

"Maybe." Sheng Lingyuan waved his hands, and said to "Noise" and "Bulb", "Sit."

Wang Ze became inexplicably cautious, feeling like he was being interviewed by the head of state. Even Xiao Zheng obeyed subconsciously and waited for the "sword spirit" to speak.

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes fell on the bag Wang Ze put aside: "There is one more, please."

"Oh, yes." Wang Ze untied the bag in three strokes, revealing the macaroni doll inside.

Although Zhichun is Weiyun's "posthumous work", after becoming a sword, the sword spirit did not wake up immediately, and when he cultivated into a sword spirit that can escape from the blade body, I don't know if it will be hundreds or thousands of years later. I have never seen the emperor , I only thought that those auras that made people feel like they were sitting on pins and needles came from the natural suppression of masters.

He greeted politely and sat down. His two short legs were hanging on the edge of the sofa. His appearance had a weird sense of humor, but he could still see a bit of gentleness.

"The assassination failed, Granny Yu should know that she was exposed," Xiao Zheng said, "Our people rushed to nothing, only caught a few young disciples who didn't understand anything, and the old witch ran away. Speaking of which, I There's a sense of foreboding."

After Bi Chunsheng brought out the internal fraud case of the Alien Control Bureau, the relationship between special abilities and ordinary people became strange.

The Bureau of Different Controls suppressed the affairs of the flower in the mirror, the moon and the butterfly, and only dealt with it internally, but there is no impenetrable wall in the world-there are many ordinary people in the Bureau of Different Controls, who more or less have some ideas.

The special field workers feel wronged, and the ordinary people in the logistics are afraid.

Later, it was Yue Degong and the others who made a mess in Dongchuan, and the "Mithril" of the Alien Control Bureau leaked out. The research institute has rectified several times and is still investigating.And the frightening thing about this matter is what ordinary people who know the inside story think in their hearts—those special abilities that seem to go to the sky and defend the country, seem to be very respectable, but in fact, will they be like Yue Degong? , For the sake of his own privilege and respected status, deliberately create troubles, and then rush out to be a "hero"?

"To be honest, the number of resignation reports received by personnel this month is more than in the past few years." Xiao Zheng sighed, "The special energy awakening rate broke through the historical high for unknown reasons, approaching the abnormal warning line, and the reception desk is full of people. It’s overloaded, the investigation results at the research institute haven’t come out, people are panicking, and their minds may not be on work, and the exact reason for the sudden increase in the awakening rate has not been given yet.”

Xuan Ji asked: "What department's special abilities are they?"

"I don't know," Xiao Zheng said, "The newly awakened special abilities are very strange, not many have potential, and most of them are energy reactions that exceed the threshold, but there are no specific special abilities.

This kind of special ability has existed before, like Ping Qianru from the aftercare department, who may have better physical strength and better hearing and eyesight than ordinary people, but there are no other abilities that can be used. Xiao Zheng has not yet figured out how to arrange these people, but He has a bad feeling.

When such people are recruited to the Different Control Bureau, they can only help with some logistical work, but in other industries in society, because of their inherent advantages, the chance of becoming a social elite is much higher than that of ordinary people.No matter how free and equal a society is, it is not completely classless.This is a group of people who have mastered certain social resources.

"That blind man keeps talking about 'regaining power'," Xiao Zheng said in a deep voice, "If even Granny Yu is willing to mingle with them, it means it's not a pyramid scheme or a cult. According to Captain Yan, Their organization is deeply rooted, at least for decades, and there is still a prophecy within them."

Xuan Ji frowned, and felt uncomfortable hearing the word "prophecy".

"It is said that one day, 'the leftover pearl of the sea will wash away the dust and retake the throne'," Xiao Zheng said, "it mentions the eruption of the special energy awakening tide. I don't believe in the prophecy—all the prophecies It was all made up by people, and if it came true, it can only show that they conspired early. But the question is, what will other people think."

Blind people, Granny Yu and the like belong to those who use special abilities to make waves. To deal with these people, the Different Control Bureau has always been experienced.

So... what about those "ordinary people" who have no clear direction of special abilities, can't go to heaven and earth, but have mastered social resources?

Xiao Zheng said: "Old Xuan, someone wants to meet you...you two."

Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyes.