Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Human thoughts can be compared to a house, and empathy is the key to enter the door directly.

It's just that this key is not a panacea, because the two of them don't "live together" in the sea of ​​consciousness for 24 hours like they did when they were young.Each other's "territories" are already unfamiliar places. Although you can look around at will after entering, whether you can see what you want depends on how long the empathy time is and how big the "house" is.

This "room" of His Majesty is a Duling Palace.

It is [-] acres, with countless houses and courtyards, and there are uniform palace walls everywhere. Those who enter for the first time will definitely get lost without a guide. After walking around, they can wear off a layer of skin on their heels.There are secrets under every blue brick, personnel, non-personnel, complicated and unreasonable.

Even with empathy, as long as he is prepared, the most Xuan Ji can see is a well-presented royal garden—maybe before he rubs away his eyes stunned by flowers and plants, the short-term empathy caused by a little blood should be enough. it's over.

If you want to dig out something from Sheng Lingyuan, you have to go straight in when he is caught off guard.

The moment the sweet soup touched Sheng Lingyuan's lips, Xuan Ji stepped on the spot and asked that sentence.

His own blood was put in the sweet soup, and the sweetness of two bags of brown sugar was enough to numb His Majesty's tongue. According to Xuanji's understanding of him, he must have pinched his nose and drank it all in one gulp. When the blood smelled, the blood was already in his mouth.

As long as Sheng Lingyuan got his blood, he would feel empathy, and what was smoother than Xuan Ji expected was that he not only drank it, but swallowed the first sip of the sweet soup without any precautions.

There were countless noises from the other end of the sympathetic feeling, and Sheng Lingyuan's mood seemed to be smashed into thousands of ripples by the small stones he threw. To Xuan Ji's ears, it was like countless Sheng Lingyuan's voices whispering at the same time——

"The rekindling of Chiyuan Fire is a certain situation..."

"Danli's plan went awry 3000 years ago."

"Only I can circle..."

"Even though the Suzaku bone is alive, it is a dead thing after all. He needs a new body..."

"Silly boy, didn't Danli tell you all that back then?"

"I'll accompany you for a while, and send you for a ride. From now on, the world is vast, so go far away."

The many complicated voices only flashed for a moment. If it weren't for Xuan Ji's strong hearing and reaction speed, it would have sounded like a white noise of "buzzing" whispers.Then, Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​knowledge seemed to be swept away by an extremely powerful external force. The emperor's determination reached the peak, and all thoughts died in an instant, giving people the illusion that the mutual feeling between the two of them was broken.

And it wasn't until then that the body's empathy came slowly.

Xuan Ji pressed his chest subconsciously—he almost thought he was being stabbed in the chest.

The first feeling is pain, starting from the heart, spreading all the way to every capillary in the limbs, it's like being on fire, burning under the skin.

Then came dizziness, which should be caused by massive blood loss. The dizziness almost made him slip off the chair in the dining room, and the base of his tongue was numb... No wonder Sheng Lingyuan didn't taste the blood and swallowed the sweet soup directly.

After all, empathy is empathy, and it can only share a small part.

So... that's what he called "not feeling well" and "occasional sleepless nights"!

"Damn it." Sheng Lingyuan reacted very quickly, because he couldn't block his perception like he did when he was a child. If he wanted to interrupt the empathy, he had to use other methods.When Xuan Ji swayed for a while, Sheng Lingyuan shot decisively, and a black shadow snake rolled out of his sleeve like a spirit snake, and circled around Xuan Ji's neck, trying to knock him unconscious.

But the thought before the action is a very superficial consciousness, and you can't escape the empathy. Almost at the same time, Xuan Ji raised his hand to put it around his neck, and the black mist hit his palm, and it dissipated in a flash.

He grabbed Sheng Lingyuan's wrist and slammed it on the table. The bowl of sweet soup that caused trouble bounced on the table a few times, spilling half of it.

Sheng Lingyuan's face turned down for the first time: "Are you asking for a beating?"

Xuan Ji didn't speak for a long time—no words on his mouth, no words in his heart, really Chi Yuan was gone, the volcano in his heart erupted a dozen times.His fingers pinching Sheng Lingyuan's wrist were trembling with anger. After a while, he searched around for a handful of rationality and managed to spell out a human sentence.

"Your Majesty, have you ever told anyone the half-truth in your life?"

After finishing speaking, they felt that the words sounded familiar, and the two of them were stunned for a moment. Recalling the Witchman's Tomb, Sheng Lingyuan used to fish with Xuan Ji casually in order to lure A Luojin. if.

At that time, he had no choice but to reveal to His Majesty his identity as the "Chiyuan Fire Keeper" for the first time in order to avoid being attacked.

Looking back now, it seems like a lifetime away.

When the two of them didn't know each other, they were sometimes enemies and sometimes friends--friends were also bad friends, and they used to trick each other to block swords at any time.

But after the story of Pingzhou Mountains and Forests, everything took a sharp turn, and it completely became that the opponent would be terrified even if they broke through a layer of oily skin.

Calculated before and after, it is not too many days, and the turning point is bigger than dreaming.

But this is not a dream.

Sheng Lingyuan was the first to calm down, and he suppressed his anger and anger. His Majesty is rarely influenced by emotions, and has always been the best at distinguishing "priorities".

The "heaviness" and "urgency" at the moment are not to turn faces and settle accounts, but to get Xuan Ji out of this state of sympathy as soon as possible.

"Obviously you lied to me first, why did the villain complain first?" Sheng Lingyuan precisely relaxed the tight corners of his mouth, and deliberately slowed down his voice. At the same time, he focused entirely on Xuan Ji's palm holding his wrist , to avoid being distracted by thinking about anything else—after a while, Xuan Ji’s palms were already covered with cold sweat, “What did I lie to you? Did I tell you that my Suzaku blood fusion is not very good now, and I feel a little uncomfortable ?”

"What do you mean?" Xuan Ji squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "What do you mean you will accompany me once, and from now on, let me go far away? Tell me clearly."

However, this time, he could no longer fish out any useful ideas from Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​knowledge. Sheng Lingyuan didn't react at all after listening, he just said: "You are not calm now, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow... Hey, don't bite .”

Xuan Ji's teeth clenched unconsciously, and she bit the tender flesh at the corner of her mouth. Sheng Lingyuan reached out and clasped his chin, and forcibly opened it a little: "I dissected the blood of Suzaku myself. It is easy to dissect and difficult to retrieve. There is such a scene That's right, why are you joining in the fun?"

He said, caressing Xuan Ji's lips seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and his thoughts changed lightly - there is a saying that "food and sex are also sex". There is nothing better than a distraction.

Anyway, for Sheng Lingyuan, when he focused on Xuan Ji's lips, he could ignore any words that came out of that mouth.

Most importantly, desire has a lot in common with fear and anger. It both speeds up the heartbeat and heats up the skin. It is easy to confuse them.

He focused his eyes on one line, from Xuanji's lips to the wide open neckline of the home clothes, and immediately, all the thoughts of "Chi Yuan", "Dan Li", and "Suzaku Bone" were rolled up and thrown aside, and he again Naturally, Xuan Ji's back came to mind.The clothes on the man's back are always torn by the wings, and when the wings are retracted, it will reveal a strong and smooth back. When he moves, he can see the even texture pulling the beautiful bones...

"It hurts me to death, so you're happy?"

Xuan Ji was in a state of desperation due to a burning fire in her heart, and when she was about to explode, the fuse almost burned to the critical point, and she was suddenly dragged into a new field by the empathy.

Although Sheng Lingyuan didn't move, the thoughts in his heart turned into countless invisible hands, as if they had penetrated into Xuan Ji's clothes. 3000 years ago, during the melee era, rituals and music collapsed, and there were all kinds of things beyond people's imagination. When the Heavenly Demon Sword was there, Sheng Lingyuan felt the other pair of eyes behind his scruples, and usually avoided these occasions for the sake of the sword spirit, but it doesn't mean he I don't know.

The ancient devil went crazy, willing to risk anything, not even his life, not to mention his face.

Xuan Ji has learned the lesson: "You fucking..."

Thanks to him for figuring it out!

No, he was injured like this, yet he still has such a mood, what kind of scum talent is this!

Sheng Lingyuan pressed hard on his lips: "Why do you still learn to speak rudely? Who taught you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Ji's eyes blurred, and in a blink of an eye, he was swept into the next bedroom by the black mist.

"It was originally your own room, but I occupied the magpie's nest. I wanted to come over and take a look, but I wanted to fly out of the window secretly..." Sheng Lingyuan shared the empathy and didn't need to speak, so he "said" while flickering from the window. Xuan Ji pecked her chin from the corner of her mouth, "Poor little girl."

Xuan Ji refused to let him fool the past: "I'm telling you... hiss!"

Sheng Lingyuan's cold hand stretched in from the hem of his clothes

The hands are colder than usual, but there is boiling soup in the sea of ​​consciousness.

If the breed of devil was born in the present age, there is a high probability that it will be classified into the "spiritual department" by the modern special ability classification standard.

"Magic through the Six Desires" is actually not an ambiguous word, it refers to the fact that monsters often have powerful spiritual abilities, they are good at capturing the subtle hearts of others, and they are also good at manipulating others with their own will.

Heavenly Demon is the leader of the group of demons, and to connect with him is like throwing oneself into a trap. It was originally Xuan Ji's painstaking sympathy, but in the blink of an eye, he was swept in by the storm in Sheng Ling's deep knowledge sea. For a moment, all the thoughts in his heart They were all taken away by the other party, and it was impossible to tell which idea was their own and which was Sheng Lingyuan's.

"I was afraid that the empathy would hurt you, so I never dared to touch you... Tsk, you're lucky, you actually came to the door by yourself." Sheng Lingyuan pressed Xuan Ji on the narrow single bed, and her long hair was scattered all over her body. , inextricably linked, like entangled breath.Looking down at Xuan Ji, the buttons of Sheng Lingyuan's clothes were automatically undone where Sheng Lingyuan's fingers passed. He took a deep breath, as if the smell of Xuan Ji's body could relieve the burning pain in his heart, and said softly, "Chick , and call 'Brother Lingyuan' again, okay?"

Xuan Ji was engulfed by his consciousness, sharing the burning pain in his body, seemed to have lost his mind, subconsciously called him: "Lingyuan..."

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes darkened, and his hand had already slid to the side of his neck, ready to press it down.

At this moment, he heard Xuan Ji say directly with sympathy: "Ling Yuan, the little chicken in your heart disappeared when the Heavenly Demon Sword was broken. It has been 3000 years. When will you wake up?"

Sheng Lingyuan was taken aback.

Xuan Ji pressed his elbow, and a meridian in Sheng Lingyuan felt like a needle prick - the burning pain in his blood and veins was not evenly distributed, it was section by section, one after another, otherwise Sheng Lingyuan would have adapted to it. Now, it's not even difficult to get into samadhi—Xuan Ji felt the same way with him, and could just feel which part of him was the most awkward and powerless.

Sheng Lingyuan's elbows that were supporting his body lost their strength at that moment, and then Xuan Ji precisely passed all the stagnant orifices between his chest and abdomen. Sheng Lingyuan's eyes went dark, and he almost lost consciousness for a moment, and Xuan Ji opened his hand to catch it.

"What was Danli's original plan?" Xuan Ji pulled up the collar of her home clothes, turned over and sat up, gently brushing away a lock of Sheng Lingyuan's long hair, her face was flushed, but her eyes were cold, "I guess It wouldn't be that I was attached to the Suzaku bone to guard Chiyuan, the Suzaku bone will burn out one day, he was born to destroy Chiyuan, it is impossible not to consider this."

"The last time I saw him, he said that he was at the end of his life, and that in the future, 'You are doomed to be ashamed'. I didn't understand it at the time, and I was fooled by him. Now it seems that he In fact, I knew that you would jump into the Chiyuan - because the Chiyuan fire is extinguished, the demons are also suppressed, and you will also weaken together. Not only will you not lose control, but you will feel more and more meaningless to live , sooner or later, I will go back to Chiyuan, and make a whole body with the half body I left there."

"But Dan Li is not a god. He can calculate the general direction accurately, but he can't even calculate the details. I don't think he would have thought that you actually carry the blade of the Heavenly Demon Sword with you..."

After thousands of failed attempts, the blade was forged and then smashed by him. Who would have thought that he would still carry this indelible obsession with him?

Stripped of Suzaku's bloodline, and the seven emotions annihilated, who would have thought that even if he turned into a beautiful walking corpse, the only thing left by his side would be the Canjian?

"Even if he is really so magical, it's hard to say whether the fragments on your body are even. Most people will only keep one or two as a memorial. If there are not complete fragments of the sword body, it is impossible to succeed in life-giving. Dan Li left behind The Nirvana Stone, which means that he knows that one day I will regain my body and return to the world to get the Thousand Demon Illustrated Book. But I think, what he envisioned is definitely not the way of re-practicing the sword to give birth. Otherwise, he didn't need to push Weiyu at that time The king destroyed my sword, and there is no need to threaten Weiyun to lie to you when you want to repair the sword."

Xuan Ji closed her eyes, and burrowed her five fingers into Sheng Lingyuan's long hair: "The 'body' Danli prepared for me is actually you — isn't it?"

Sheng Lingyuan's breath was stagnant, unable to speak, and the sea of ​​consciousness was silent, refusing to respond.