NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

It rained all night last night, but this autumn is breezy and breezy, and the evening sun casts mottled flower shadows on the panes.

The autumn wind is rustling, the windows are not closed tightly, and they creak when the wind blows, and the faint aroma of blood cherry permeates into the house.

The sleepy phoenix's eyes were filled with water mist, and his bleary look did not fade away. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Ji Ke, who had closed narrow eyes on one side. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said for a moment, "Just wake up when you wake up."

There was a trace of tiredness in the flat tone, Ji Ke really opened his eyes, and looked at each other in the twilight of the sky, and there was a moment of silence, each other's thoughts were full of emotions.

"Master Ji?" Yan Liang asked tentatively.

His long and narrow eyes flickered: "Little uncle, it's me."

Yan Liang sighed imperceptibly, Ji Ke caught it keenly, and asked, "Who am I now?"

"Your name is Ji Ke. You were originally the first disciple of Jiang Mo, the suzerain of Wuyan Mountain. Due to some twists and turns, you rebelled from the sect and fell into evil ways to stand on your own. You just experienced a bloody battle half a month ago and were seriously injured. You bring it here for treatment."

The precarious 20-year life of the protagonist in his writing is summed up lightly by him in a few words.

The astonishment on Ji Ke's face flashed. Although he guessed a little bit from the words and expressions of the people last night, he was still in the fog. Now that the other party pointed it out, he had to face the absurd reality.

"But Ji Ke's name is clearly your little uncle..."

Yan Liang was noncommittal, but shook his head lightly: "Young Master Ji, I am Yan Liang."

"..."

"It's okay if you can't remember it for the time being, just take your time."

"Uncle..."

"..."

"Senior Yan, did I take away the original owner of this body?"

Yan Liang frowned unconsciously: "I don't know the specific reason, let's raise it for a while before making any plans."

Ji Ke nodded and fell silent. Yan Liang tried to take his hand out of the other's arms, but found that the other was holding her tightly: "Master Ji, my hand..."

Ji Ke was silent for a moment before she was willing to let go: "Sorry, Senior Yan and my little uncle look very similar, and I was a little dazed."

Not very similar, but exactly the same... except that there is an extra blue flower tattoo on the face.

Yan Liang overlapped the person beside him with the little nephew in the dream, and smiled: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you want to call me little uncle."

His long and narrow eyes lit up, and he replied unceremoniously: "Okay."

……

Yan Liang discovered that although Ji Ke is restrained and restrained now, his memory is actually only stuck in his thirteen or fourteen-year-old boyhood, and he is extremely vigilant about everything around him, except for him who is unconditional Trust, and even some suspicion of relying on acting like a baby.

After that night, Yan Liang originally made a rule that everyone sleeps in their own beds, but once the night fell, those eyes that were originally full of violence looked at him patiently and expectantly, Yan Liang's heart softened, and he relaxed every time at the end mouth, and wrote lightly: "Okay, it's been cold recently, if you want to come and sleep, it's okay."

Ji Ke laughed, hugged his quilt and rubbed it on Yan Liang's couch. He slept very peacefully, and he didn't occupy any position. time.

At first he felt that it was a little strange for two big men to be crowded together, but when he thought about the mentality of the other party was just a teenager, and everything was absurd and chaotic now, he guessed that the little nephew must be panic-stricken, so he felt pity and protection.

And this little nephew, perhaps because of his age and innocent nature, is much easier to get along with than the original Ji Ke. Of course, for Yan Liang, Du Yu even feels that the current Ji Ke is even more frightening...

"Little uncle, the original owner of this body is very important to you, isn't it?"

Yan Liang pondered for a moment and said, "Well, it's very important, I'm here because of him."

A shadow flickered across the long and narrow eyes, and it disappeared for a moment: "Are you a Taoist couple?"

Hearing this, Yan Liang sneered and laughed: "Don't get me wrong, the hero... Ji Ke is very straight, and there are countless girls around him."

Ji Ke hummed lightly, apparently not believing Yan Liang's words.

"Then what kind of person is this Mr. Ji?"

Yan Liang originally wanted to say the word yin, prey, cool and thin, but shook his head and smiled, as if muttering to himself: "I don't know very well, I can't understand him more and more."

"How is he treating little uncle?"

Yan Liang smiled: "He is kind and righteous to me, what are you asking me for?"

Narrow eyes blinked: "If he treats little uncle badly, I won't let him come back."

Startled, the smile on Yan Liang's face widened: "No, this world exists because of him, and I'm just a passer-by in his life. The purpose of this trip is to change the direction of the plot, but after all it's not people in the story."

He was emotional for a while, and he talked too much, so Ji Ke naturally couldn't understand: "...What do you mean?"

"It's me talking nonsense, don't take it to your heart," the two said.

The people huddled together on the couch to keep them warm, blocking out the chilly air of the autumn night, Yan Liang yawned wearily: "It's late, go to bed."

Although he was very concerned about it, Ji Ke endured it and did not continue to ask. He secretly opened a slit to look at Yan Liang's back in the night. His black hair was winding down, revealing a fair and smooth neck, which made him I remember Shichuan's white snowy night.

The memory recovered little by little, but it belonged to the memory of Ji Liang in his previous life.

The mid-autumn festival is approaching, and the blood cherry blossoms in the mountains are almost gone. Ji Ke's trauma has healed. In addition to meditating during the day, he helps Du Yu. Du Yu has been on a whim for the past few days, saying that he wants to pick some blood cherry petals to make mooncake fillings. Ji Keyanliang had no choice but to obediently go to pick flowers while the dew hadn't faded in the early morning.

"Why do these cherry blossoms bloom in autumn?" The soul in Ji Ke's body grew up in Shichuan, and the western region is full of wind and sand all year round. He has never seen such a sea of ​​burning flowers, and he was a little novel and excited for a while.

"This is a blood cherry tree. It blooms in early autumn and bears fruit on the winter solstice, and the flowering period is longer than that of ordinary cherry trees." Yan Liang patiently explained, skillfully putting the bright red flowers into the sieve, and when the wind blew, most of the flowers on the branches fell. , One after another, like blood rain, brushed his sleeves and lapels.

Yan Liang raised his head, a few cherry petals rested on his forehead hair, Ji Ke stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his heart skipped a beat, completely ignoring Yan Liang's explanation.

Shockingly beautiful, yet frighteningly familiar.

Another layer of memory was unlocked, but the sea of ​​flowers that day was blue.

Ji Ke looked at the blue flower tattoo on Yan Liang's face, and then looked away in an instant, her chest throbbing with pain, as if time had frozen.

It was once... drawn by myself.

……

"Master Ji, you used to know how to cook everything, how come you can't do it all of a sudden now?" Du Yu dried the picked blood cherry blossoms to remove the stalks, and wrapped each petal in sugar.

"I can learn."

"Ayu, he's teasing you, don't take it to heart."

Peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed: "Who teased him? After I came out of Jicheng, I have eaten all over the world, but I have never eaten better than Mr. Ji's craftsmanship, but I miss it."

Jiang Zhao mixed honey into the petals, wrapped it up and raised his hand to gesture: Ayu, I can learn too.

The corners of Du Yu's lips curled up slightly, but he pretended to sneer and said: "You have been studying for three years, and you are still so-so."

Jiang Zhao smiled helplessly: Sorry.

Yan Liang laughed secretly in his heart, Du Yu really became addicted to bullying Jiang Zhao.

"Little uncle, what do you like to eat?"

"...I can do it all."

"Master Ji, I'll give you a list of Brother Liang's tastes and preferences later, you should study it carefully."

"it is good."

"..." Yan Liang raised his forehead, this Du Yu ghost spirit must list all his favorites for Ji Ke to do.

The day of Mid-Autumn Festival is clear and bright, and a full moon hangs in the night sky, illuminating the mountains and forests brightly. At that time, the cherry blossoms in the blood cherry forest have all fallen, and new green leaves grow on the branches, showing off in the bleak autumn wind. vitality.

Du Yu set up a small table in the yard, and set up a jug of wine, two boxes of cherry cakes, three plates of fruit, and four cups in sequence. The four of them sat around the table, and the barren mountains and wild ridges also joined in the excitement.

"In two days, I plan to take Mr. Ji to Wangshahai in the western region to seek medical treatment." Yan Liang dared not drink, and brewed a cup of tea for himself.

Du Yu was startled, and understood Yan Liang's intentions in an instant: "It is extremely difficult to find a child for Wang Shahai, a doctor, a fairy, and a witch. Brother Liang, has he ever thought about what reward he will give him?"

Yan Liang used the lid to remove the floating leaves on the tea, and said calmly: "The car has its own way to the front of the mountain, I will send the people there first, and I will figure out what Wu Xunzi wants."

Yan Liang said so, but he was not very worried in his heart. After all, Ji Ke has the aura of the protagonist. No matter how difficult the medical fairy and witch Xunzi are to serve, he is just a passerby.

"I don't think Mr. Ji's symptoms are serious. Let's wait a while and see, brother Liang is still too hasty."

The corner of Yan Liang's mouth twitched, is there any serious problem?With a wry smile on his face: "Don't wait, if the weather gets colder, the western region will be covered with heavy snow. By then, Mr. Ji will not be well, and it will be difficult."

Ji Ke stayed silent, picked up a piece of cherry cake and chewed it slowly.

Du Yu was noncommittal, and after a while he said quietly: "The sea of ​​forgetting sand is vast, and Wu Xunzi's whereabouts are elusive. Brother Liang may not be able to find him."

"Ayu, I know you have a way." Yan Liang scribbled on Wu Xunzi's setting. He once had two disciples, a man and a woman. They fell in love, so they were expelled from the teacher's school. Later, the two apprentices fell into the silent city by mistake.

There is only one medical center in Jicheng, and Yan Liang guessed that Wu Xunzi's two apprentices are Du Yu's parents.

Du Yu was stunned, silent for a moment, and looked over with peach blossom eyes: "Brother Liang is serious, he knows everything and knows everything."

Yan Liang smiled slightly and nodded.

"In this way, brother Liang and I drank this pot of wine, and I will post the guide for you."

This time, it was Yan Liang who froze for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then raised the wine cup openly.