After being reborn through the book, the apprentice becomes black and clings to the master's up

"Those are not important, as long as the master recovers." Ye Nanchen lowered his eyes.

There were still tears hanging from the corners of the eyes of the person in his arms, and he murmured a little, "It's all my fault, Master. I really regret letting you stay outside. He doesn't care about many things without you. He's too careless."

"Yes. He won't come back. That Xiao Luo's eyes are exactly the same as Master's. He has been harboring evil intentions for a long time."

"The one he likes is that Qi Yufan, not this Qi Yufan, it's different." Qi Yufan's words were somewhat reversed.

I was really scared.

"Well, what my disciple likes is the person in his arms. The master is the master, not anyone but himself." Ye Nanchen lowered his head and kissed her.

…………

Mingyue don't startle, the breeze blares at midnight.

The yellow fallen leaves returned to their roots, and even the sunset changed its color due to loneliness, turning into an empty and cold gray-white.

In December, heavy snow fell from the sky, the air was bitingly cold, and the dead trees swayed in the snow, as if they were plated with silver.

As New Year's Eve approaches, the sound of firecrackers is heard in the lower world. Vendors selling rice cakes and paintings are walking in the streets, and their long cries can be heard throughout the streets and alleys.

Fireworks filled the sky as brilliant as stars, every house was decorated with lanterns, and the streets were dimly lit.

Under the gaze of night, fireworks come to the world like a fairyland, like a treasure of art.

Snowflakes are falling like elves, and children are running happily in the streets wearing new clothes.

It is said that New Year's Eve is a day of reunion, a day for families to gather together to eat, and a sustenance for the soul. This beauty should be remembered.

But this New Year's Eve, Linggu Peak was even colder. All the disciples left and went to the lower world.

The people of Laixian Pavilion went to the pavilion. There used to be a person who helped the world by hanging the pot. She was familiar with all the medicinal herbs and had a good hand in rejuvenation. But now the lights there are dim and the pavilion is hidden in the dark night and covered with snowflakes.

No one came out of the Bamboo Forest Studio, and the bamboo forest was withered. The bamboo forest that I remembered as being tenacious and bringing shade was gone.

The New Year's Eve scene a few years ago can never be reproduced again, it will always be sealed in the depths of memory.

The family that year went through some things, and now they are in different places, and they can no longer get together on the day of reunion.

The excitement of New Year's Eve did not enter Qi Yufan's heart. He stared blankly at the happiness in the lower world. He didn't come back to his senses until a piece of clothing was draped behind him, and he leaned against Ye Nanchen.

He should have been happy to celebrate Ye Nanchen's birthday, but now he felt uneasy, "I'm sorry for Nanchen."

"It's best to have Master here." Ye Nanchen brushed the snowflakes off Qi Yufan's forehead.

The snowflakes turned into a puddle of water in his hands.

"Xiaohan and Xiaoyu are living a comfortable life, and that's what they should be. Regarding the uncertainties in the future, we can only enjoy and grasp the present moment."

"Master himself has said that when it comes to uncertainties in the future, one must grasp the present moment. The future is not static. It will also become different due to a word or an action." Ye Nanchen stood guarding behind him.

"On New Year's Eve this year, it's just Master and you. It's best to be with the one you love."

Ye Nanchen lowered his head and kissed Qi Yufan's lips, which were cold due to the snow.

At this moment, the snowflakes became bigger again.

It fell on their heads like they grew old together.

Hugging each other, kissing each other and being showered with snow, this life can be regarded as a total white hair.

*

The cold wind blew, and the cold snow fell three feet thick overnight. The mountain tops were covered with silver, and the dead trees were covered with new clothes.

In the dark night, a man walked on the thick snow. The heavy snow dyed his hair white, and he left deep and shallow footprints in the snow.

There were several houses with lights on in the middle of the night, and the man knocked on one of them.

The person who opened the door was an old man. The dim light reflected the man's cold and weathered face and the sick, murderous look in his eyes.

The old man was kind-hearted. When he saw the man standing alone in the cold and windy snow, he didn't ask who he was or where he came from. He just asked someone to come in and warm himself.

Little did she know that it was because of her kindness this time that the whole village suffered a fatal disaster. Hundreds of people in the village were about to die tragically on this snowy night, and she would also die at the hands of men.

The man followed the old man into the house, and the door closed with his wave.

Printed on the outdoor window paper, a sharp dagger was inserted into the old man's head. The old man didn't even scream, and he died in the cold and snowy night, with thick blood covering the ground.

The smell of blood swept through the lifeless village, and a long bloodstain in the snow was unusually red, and was instantly covered by heavy snow.

The man stepped on shoes full of blood, bit his fingers, and squatted in the snow to write and draw.

After an unknown amount of time, a red light shot straight into the sky, and the fluttering snowflakes stopped in mid-air and shattered into powder in the blink of an eye.

The surroundings became calm, and the strong wind seemed to have disappeared. No footprints could be found, only drag marks on the ground extending into the depths of darkness.

Underneath the thick snow were heads and broken corpses.

They don't care about worldly affairs, and encounter difficulties unexpectedly.

*

Demon Realm

For the first time, the demon market was decorated like the human world, with red lanterns hung in front of the door. For this difficult New Year's Eve, they chose the most beautiful demons and the most enchanting dances to celebrate.

Xue Yuyang turned into the demon group to watch the fox girl dance.

The fox girl's clothes are as thin as silk, revealing her delicate white legs, and twisting her slender waist. The ribbons on her body collide with the bells, making a crisp and attractive sound. The ribbons are fluttering as if they are alive, and half of her face is The golden mask covered half of her face, and the eyes under the mask moved like spiritual beads. The umbrella in her hand rotated between her slender fingers, and her bare feet circled on the ground.

The demons and monsters around me drooled all over the place and stared straight-eyed.

The fox girl lifted up the ribbon and brushed it against Xue Yuyang's cheek.

The itchy touch made Xue Yuyang reach out and touch it.

The next second, he was pulled out of the demon group. Chi Yuan said dissatisfied: "Don't look at it."

"Okay, okay, I won't read it anymore, I'm so jealous." Xue Yuyang squeezed Chi Yuan's face with both hands, raised his eyes and smiled, "How can he be as good-looking as Chi Yuan?"

Chi Yuan attached his hand and lowered his head slightly, "Then how should I express it?"

"That's how you express it." Xue Yuyang stood up on tiptoes and kissed her, then let go and ran away.

Chi Yuan shook his head fondly and followed.

"Queen of the Devil!" A book seller called out loudly, "Would you like to read a book?"

"Is there a new book?" Xue Yuyang went over and picked up one.

"This one is definitely good. I'm sure the Queen will like it." The demon dealer picked up a book and handed it to Xue Yuyang.

Xue Yuyang took it and turned the page. His face turned red immediately and he immediately put down the book, "I'll go over there and have a look."

Chi Yuan caught the person and hugged him with one hand, picked up the book Xue Yuyang had just read and said, "Buy it back and give it a try."

"Chi Yuan, forget it, this book is not good at first glance." Xue Yuyang swallowed.

"Okay, let's go back and give it a try." Chi Yuan took the book in one hand and hugged the person in the other, heading to Lengyue Palace.

Xue Yuyang regretted it endlessly. If he had known it, he would not accept it or open it even if he died. The scale of this erotic book is too...large, and the person who painted it does not know what he thought.

The demon dealer watched the whole process go, and he started to show off happily to all the demons and ghosts that his book was taken away by the demon king and the demon queen, which immediately attracted many envious eyes.

In Lengyue Palace, Xue Yuyang's clothes were taken off and he was lying on the bed, his face flushed and his hair still stained with sweat.

Under the red tent, a night of joy.