Lie Huo Jiao Chou

As the old saying goes, "When the book is used, you hate less." Xuan Ji's situation may be the other way around—he has too much time and too low a style, so he has read all the ancient and modern erotic novels, and the reading materials are too rich.So much so that for a while, the three hundred romances were serialized with each other, overturning the storage space in the brain, and mixed with the warehouse next door where the "yellow waste" was stored, and became an inseparable paste. He froze for a few seconds and didn't make a sound.

Sheng Lingyuan laughed, flicked his finger, and flicked off the iron buckle of the seat belt, raised Xuanji's paw, and pressed on the "wooden chicken" chest: "I heard people say that the pulse of the birds is fast... Well, sure enough. "

After laughing, he walked away.

Xuan Ji: "..."

If he does this again, he will commit a crime!

Sheng Lingyuan turned his back, and then carefully exhaled, his own heart was beating very fast.

Xuan Ji is not like when he was a teenager, he would yell out whether he is happy or not, but Sheng Lingyuan can still capture every bit of his emotional changes, and correspond them one by one with the little sword spirit he has never met in memory.

It turned out that his eyes would bend when he smiled, and his facial features were sharp when he was stern, and he looked best when he became angry. His eyes were brighter than usual, and Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but want to coax and tease him.

"If it weren't for... I really want him now." Sheng Lingyuan walked out of the cabin with his head down, raised his hand to cover the glare of the sun, his fingers were translucent by the sun, his fingertips were trembling imperceptibly, he heard Xuan Ji behind him He caught up with the sound of footsteps, so he quickly put his hands in his pockets, and seemed to be lazily shuffling some steps, covering up the emptiness, and sighed inwardly, "Let's wait a little longer."

Sheng Lingyuan's flayed Suzaku blood was taken back when he returned to his body, along with his six senses and migraine, but he had never recognized it and had only recently reintegrated it.It felt like vines took root from his heart, entangled his heart veins, and grew wildly towards his limbs.

After all, Suzaku Blood and Heavenly Demon are incompatible with each other. They have been separated for too long, and it will take time to get back together. To Sheng Lingyuan, he doesn't think it hurts too much. In the past few days, I haven't been able to fall asleep very much, and it's also very difficult to settle down. Every night, I can only rely on Xuan Ji tossing and turning next door for entertainment.

The words that teased Xuan Ji just now were also improvised—although the plane was quite stable, but the noise was always loud, which made him very tired, and he couldn't stand up when it landed.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't dare to get too close to Xuan Ji. If he felt empathy, he couldn't close his senses to each other as he used to. It's a trivial matter to make that person feel uncomfortable. He was mainly afraid that the little sword spirit would be suspicious.All he could do was itch, while waiting for the bloodline that made up his mind to show him some color to grow back.

Thinking of Xuanji watching him gouge out his heart and transform into demons, human beings are neither human nor ghost, and finally burned like that pot of porridge in Chiyuan, Sheng Lingyuan felt a bit stuck in his throat.I wish I could wash that part out of Xuan Ji's memory.

The people from the local sub-bureau who came to pick them up had been waiting for a long time, and as soon as they landed, they drove them to Qingping Town.

The scenery of the small town is good, but it is very remote and quite depressed.There is no industry nearby, and most of the young and middle-aged people have gone out to work, and the remaining population is farming nearby for a living. They all grow and eat by themselves, barely making ends meet.

Fengshen stood guard at the scene and set up a cordon around the ancestral hall. As soon as he saw them arriving, Wang Ze brought them to several surveillance screens: "The cameras were installed when we just entered, you can see."

He pointed to a tombstone facing the camera on the screen. The photo on the tombstone was still changing color at this moment. The expressionless old man "changed" into a seaweed green down jacket, which was exactly the same as Team Wang's.The uncle in the posthumous photo has a dazed face that is suitable for burying himself in the ground. Putting on this fashionable green coat, he looks like a bitter cucumber.

Wang Ze: "Anyone play with Nikki-Dress UP Queen with the posthumous photos?"

"The Shadow Clans were mentally incomplete before they took shape, so just treat them as brats and understand." Xuan Ji said, frowning again, "Strange, where did these Shadow Clans come from? Why haven't they appeared before? This situation? Has the statue in the ancestral hall been tampered with?"

"What's going on?" Wang Ze asked, "The common people have made up no less than three versions of ghost stories."

"It's just that the tomb robbers came to steal things, and they were accidentally bumped into by the villagers. They pretended to be ghosts and frightened people. The photos on the tombstones changed to be chemical reagents wiped on - it's okay, no one will ask about the specific ingredients. Find a brother and take care of it." Aggrieved, pretend to be a criminal suspect, and perform a show of arresting and bringing him to justice. As for the shadowman..." Xuan Ji thought for a while, then looked at Sheng Lingyuan, "There is a talisman specially used to trap the shadowman, isn't it?"

Before Sheng Lingyuan could nod his head, he thought of something again, and his tone became sour: "I don't know how to do it anyway, but I remember you are very familiar, and you can explain and explain."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Back then, King Weiyu offered a well-packaged little shadow figure, but Dan Li used a talisman to forcibly interrupt the transformation and sealed it.Sheng Lingyuan flashed his sword in front of the hall and walked away, but turned around and gave the guard a frozen unsealing talisman, and ordered him to quietly put it on the carriage of the high mountain envoy.In this way, on the way back to Gaoshan people, once the ice on the unsealing talisman melts, the talisman will be revealed, which can remove the seal on the little shadow man.Anyway, the oyster where the shadowman lived was broken, and once the seal is released, he can escape freely, so as not to have to go back to the Gaoshan tribe.

This time, King Weiyu thought he was smart and offended the human race, and the shadow man will definitely end up with nothing good after he returns.They are also a natural and spiritual race. They are limited by nature and cannot help themselves. It is already very pitiful to be dumped back and forth like objects.

The sword spirit hidden in the Heavenly Demon Sword actually knew that Lingyuan himself was not an emotional person. Most of the time, he was calm and a bit cold, and he didn't have that much emotion to show.

Such as "rage", "confidante", "sigh" and even "weeping" when necessary, are basically performances.Because as a human emperor, if you want to respond to everyone, it is not enough to rely on "reason" alone, and you have to rely on "emotion". Instinct in the bones.Slashing the oyster with the sword was just a warning to King Weiyu who dared to speculate on Shangyi. He didn't get really angry, and there was no need to vent his anger on a poor little Shadow Clan.

Jian Ling and Sheng Lingyuan are very familiar. He has already guessed Sheng Lingyuan's reaction and handling method, but for no reason, Jian Ling feels uncomfortable in his heart.

Sheng Lingyuan soon noticed, and said helplessly, "What's wrong with you?"

Sword Spirit yin and yang said strangely: "Teacher is watching from the side, you are not able to keep that Shadow Clan, do you feel quite regretful?"

Sheng Lingyuan flicked his hand over the bamboo slips, and replied flatly: "When is it now, do I lack that weakness?"

When Sword Spirit heard this, he became even angrier—isn't the implication that if he didn't want to be distracted while fighting now, he would have left that shadow man behind?

Also "soft underbelly"!

The sword spirit floated out from the Heavenly Demon Sword, and stood a few steps away, annoyed and annoyed, and pretended to be indifferent: "I don't think you should leave someone an unsealed talisman in private, just send someone to intercept that Shadow Clan Anyway, the Mountain King will not complain to the teacher, and the Shadow Clan will not be able to see that it is a shadow after the transformation."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Stop talking nonsense, I still have something to do, you go out and play by yourself..."

"If you really don't want him to transform now, I've heard that the shadow dealers have a special seal that can keep the Shadow Clan asleep for many years. They often use it when transporting goods, so as to prevent the Shadow Clan from being taken away by irrelevant people on the road. "Sword Spirit interrupted him, "How about this, you are busy with your work, I will find it for you."

As the sword spirit said, he was about to jump out of the window.Although Jianling turned off his thoughts, the empathy was still there. Sheng Lingyuan could feel his perspective, threw a pen quickly, and chased to the window: "Chicken!"

Jian Ling seemed to have just remembered the matter of empathy, and closed his eyes. Sheng Lingyuan didn't know where he had gone for a moment, and he yelled a few times without getting a reply, so he sighed and leaned against the window.

They had just won a battle and regained the three cities in one fell swoop. The demon clan who occupied the place died in the first place, and the inner city was burnt to the ground.

There are few people outside the window, and it is a depression, but the spring does not care about it, as usual, the vegetation is still lush and lush, the birds build their nests, and everything wakes up. A pair of rabbits chasing each other ran under the window root, which made people's heart skip a beat.

The sword spirit wandered around outside and was blown to and fro by the spring wind, making him very upset.

He heard that even a hard-hearted person can't help being moved when he sees Ying Nu, and there are not a few people who are fascinated by Ying Nu.

When the shadow man came out of the oyster and took shape, Jian Ling clearly felt Lingyuan's mind tremble, but he hadn't finished taking shape yet, he couldn't tell whether it was round or flat, why did he shake?Are filmmakers really that attractive?

Jian Ling felt like a pinprick in his heart, the more unhappy he was, the more he couldn't help recalling Sheng Lingyuan's expression and eyes at that time, the more he ruminated, the more angry he became, something stuck in his throat.

How can Lingyuan look at others?

Lingyuan has always been connected with him, how can he be shocked by others?

Lingyuan...

Jian Ling suddenly had an impulse, and rolled back into Sheng Lingyuan's study like lightning.

Lingyuan is...

With his back turned to him, Sheng Lingyuan stood by the window, with the blade of the Heavenly Demon Sword obliquely inserted into his waist.The sword spirit can block thoughts, but it is not good at blocking senses. If he doesn't want him to see his vision, he will just close his eyes. As soon as he came back, Sheng Lingyuan felt it.He didn't look back, just sighed: "You're back, don't make trouble anymore?"

"Lingyuan is mine."

Such a clear idea came to Jian Ling's heart.

He stood behind Sheng Lingyuan and looked at him from a few steps away - that was the scene that Xuan Ji sealed up his memory countless times later, but still lingered in his dream.

It was as if he could feel subconsciously that something was about to come out.

He wanted to seal the doors and windows, to isolate all "light and shadow people", including the spring.

For the first time, he desperately wanted to cultivate the entity and hold that person in his hands.If not, then he is willing to turn into a cloud of smoke, dust and water mist, occupying Sheng Lingyuan's seven orifices and five sense organs, so that he can only see himself in his eyes, hear himself in his ears, and touch himself——

Xuan Ji cleared her throat vigorously, pulled back her thoughts of running away, raised her chin at Sheng Lingyuan very director-like, and said to Wang Ze: "Listen to him."