The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

For a monk, time is the least valuable thing.

Often, years pass in the blink of an eye.

In the early winter of that year, a rare heavy snow fell in the Wangliang City of the Demon Realm.

The snowflakes fluttered down like goose feathers, temporarily burying all the messy and disturbing worries.

Youmu stood quietly under the eaves, looking at the falling snow, occasionally reaching out to catch a snowflake to admire it carefully.

The black-robed man wore a mask with fangs and a green face, and his usual hooded outfit. Standing in the frost and white, he clearly did not reveal anything, but others could still see a bit of loneliness in him.

It seems as if I am alone between heaven and earth.

After being teleported back from the burial ground, this was the scene Yu Huai saw.

It has been three years since he regained his sight.

But Yu Huai still remembers vividly the pain of having his eyes gouged out and replaced, as well as... the charming kiss that happened when his mind was in chaos.

Even though his consciousness was blurred, the pain deepened his memory of the perception and he would not remember it wrongly.

But the intimacy that night seemed like a dream, as if it had never happened.

Since then, everything has been business as usual.

Yu Huai couldn't figure out or understand this demon cultivator, and he didn't know what he was doing or what he wanted.

But since that night, Yu Huai was shocked to find that he could no longer hate this man as purely as he did Liao Qi in his previous life.

Even if the other party treated him badly, even if the other party watched him trapped by the beasts and used him as a tool to test drugs and make poisons.

Yu Huai felt that he was not a self-deprecating person, but the tenderness and tenderness he received under such extreme emotions were imprinted in the depths of his memory like gold carved from stone. How could he easily let it go and forget it...

Yu Huai lowered his head to hide his mixed thoughts, frowned, and when he raised his head again, his expression was as calm as usual.

He leaned over, holding the finely folded fox fur cloak.

There are not many black foxes in the burial ground. It is really difficult for this kind of monsters to survive among the miasma and various beasts. Those who can survive are also very powerful and cannot be underestimated.

Yu Huai fought with waves of monsters outside the burial ground for three years and gained three years of experience before he obtained this complete fox fur cloak without any impurities.

"Master, the cloak is ready."

Yu Huai leaned over and carefully put the clothes on the other's shoulders.

You Mu did not turn around. He raised his hand to gather his large and thick cloak, jumped down from the fence in front of him, and walked around the snow-covered yard twice.

In fact, monks do not need thick winter clothes to keep warm. They have their own spiritual power to maintain a constant temperature. Wearing heavy clothes will be a bit restrictive.

Most monks, even in severe cold, still wear thin and smart clothes.

This was the case with Yu Huai, he was still wearing spring and summer clothes.

Before this, he did not understand why the other party, who was obviously of very high level of cultivation, insisted on having this fox fur cloak that was difficult to collect and make.

But looking at the person walking in the snow in a soft fur cloak, Yu Huai felt that the phrase "beautiful clothes match beautiful women" that he had heard before was extremely appropriate for the other person.

“Not bad, I like it very much”

"By the way, is the love poison I asked you to cultivate ready? Bring it to me later."

You Mu was in a rare good mood, walking around in the snow for a few circles, and praised the puppy generously.

Remembering the message from Fang Yan, he told Yu Huai to deliver the insect later, and then he put on his new cloak and walked to the warm bathing room in the backyard.

"Yes"

The gray-blue vertical pupils reflected a snowy color. Yu Huai lowered his head again, hiding the dancing arc light in his eyes.

In the evening, the drifting snow finally stopped falling and the snow stopped.

Yu Huai found the love poisons that he had focused on cultivating from the medicine jars all over the wall, collected them and put them in a brocade box, and sent them over together with the lychee sweet wine that the magic cultivator liked.

The greenhouse was very spacious, with many crimson curtains hanging from the beams. The light gauze swayed quietly with the air and breeze stirred by walking.

Yu Huai reached out and lifted up the thin red gauze, and placed the items he was holding on the side of the couch.

"Master, here is what you asked for, warm wine."

Yu Huai played the role of an absolutely attentive servant, standing beside the soft couch, looking at the shadowy figure walking out of the hot spring pool behind him through the layers of gauze curtains.

"understood"

You Mu's voice was a little scattered. He reached out and picked up the robe on the wooden rack on the side and put it on, then walked out of the gauze tent barefoot.

The hair was still dripping with water, falling wetly on the shoulders and neck. You Mu used magic to dry the hair.

In just a moment, he raised his eyes and met Yu Huai's undisguised gaze.

You Mu looked up at him and tilted his head. The other party came back to his senses in shock and lowered his head the next second.

Not wanting to care about the puppy's offensive behavior and since they were indoors, You Mu no longer had the heart to perform for the rules. He raised his legs and lay on the couch, instructing Yu Huai to press his temples to relieve his fatigue.

"…yes"

With one hand, he accurately scooped up the brocade box from the tray beside him, opened it and looked up.

The two or three small black and red dots on the brocade moved slightly, and then quietly disguised themselves as still life.

These poisonous insects can detect dangerous scents better than humans. Like scorpions, they become extremely alert when they sense a presence that is more formidable.

"Well raised" and of good quality, it is good enough to give to Dian Si.

He closed the brocade box and brought a bowl of lychee wine that just went down his throat. You Mu drank half a cup and then lay down leisurely to make it easier for Yu Huai to move.

Yu Huai walked around the couch, moved a chair to the side and sat down, then reached out and touched the demon cultivator's cheek.

The skin was still pink after just bathing. Yu Huai had rarely seen the other person without a mask. He had just glanced at him quickly in the room before, but this time he took a closer look.

Yu Huai used to be a swordsman, and he fought monsters in the bone burial ground for three years. His hands were covered with calluses, both new and old, so many that he couldn't count them.

Still remembering the last time he hurt the demon cultivator because he didn't judge the strength well, Yu Huai pressed very carefully.

Seeing that the demon cultivator had his eyes closed, his brows calm, and no sign of dissatisfaction on his face, he continued to press down with the same amount of force.

The time in the hourglass gradually slowed down in this peaceful scene, and only the sound of faint breathing remained in the room.

The other person seemed to be asleep, with a long breath and drooping eyelashes.

Yu Huai's heart began to sway slightly, and as he moved, his sleeves inadvertently brushed across the demon cultivator's brow, leaving a tiny bit of red easily hidden under the flesh.

He moved his Adam's apple silently, suppressing the slight tension, while his hands remained motionless.

The hand that was touching the demon cultivator's forehead was suddenly pulled down by the other party, and Yu Huai's heart stopped for a moment.

Thinking that his attempt had been discovered by the other party, he heard the man still squinting his eyes lazily, his voice not as sharp as usual, with a frivolous ending tone saying:

"Let me guess, what did the puppy do..."