NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Ah Cheng knelt on the edge of the couch, combing Yan Liang's hair carefully: "My lord, the person you were looking for... is really gone?"

"Well, it was gone some time ago."

Ah Cheng looked so distressed that he was about to cry: "Then...then what should I do?"

"It's perfectly normal for a person to die like a lamp goes out." Yan Liang's tone was almost cruel.

Ah Cheng pursed his lips, frowned in sadness, stopped talking, and put the accidentally torn hair into his sleeve, trying to hide it secretly.

"Who allowed you to take the second son's hair?"

Before he finished speaking, the white raccoon jumped into a black shadow and strangled Ah Cheng's neck. Ah Cheng was so frightened that he let go of his hand. The black shadow rolled up the falling hair and melted into the rising ink mist in a moment...

"..." Yan Liang was speechless, what kind of perverted hobby is this?

"After combing, hurry up and get out, and go prepare dinner for the second son."

"Yes." Ah Cheng was strangled until tears welled up in his eyes, and left with an indignant and sad expression on his face.

Yan Liang's face was indifferent, but he complained, there is no change in the time of the sun and the moon in this Wushenghai sea, so how can we talk about dinner?

Only Yan Liang and Heiying were left in the room. Heiying was finally satisfied, and he did not change his shape for the time being. He wrapped around Yan Liang's arm like a snake, winding up, and whispered in his ear. Said: "You call him Ah Cheng?"

"What's wrong?" During this period of time in the illusion of the lifeless seabed, Yan Liang has always been in this indifferent appearance, neither in a hurry nor caring about anything.

The other party understood it as Yan Liang had given up resistance and resigned to his fate.

The black shadow flickered, turned into a white raccoon again, and curled up on his lap coquettishly: "Do you know who Ah Cheng, who betrayed you back then, is now?"

"I don't know."

"It's the ferryman who brought you into this book."

"..."

"As for the spirit slave you called Ah Cheng, he just fused a little of his consciousness and has no memory, how about it? Doesn't it feel very kind?" The white raccoon intentionally elongated the tone of the word "kindness".

Yan Liang's heart skipped a beat, and he thought about it for a moment. He had decided not to bother about the past life anymore, so he just said lightly.

The white raccoon seemed a little disappointed, and snorted coldly: "Second Young Master is like this, he doesn't care about anything, forgives everyone, that's why everyone wants to bully you."

Yan Liang shook his head with a smile: "No one bullies me."

After a pause, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and said lightly: "Even if someone really came to bully me, Ji Ke would block it back."

The white raccoon snorted disdainfully: "He is the one who bullies you the hardest."

"If you put it this way, I bullied him a lot."

The more the white raccoon listened, the more uncomfortable it became. He felt very uncomfortable. He felt that it would be boring to discuss this topic, and it would make him sick. He rubbed against the other party, and finally lay on Yan Liang's shoulders, forming a circle with his tail like a scarf Wrapped around his neck.

Yan Liang was no longer surprised, he calmly picked up a book and read it to pass the time, the white raccoon would shake its raised tail from time to time, brushing Yan Liang's hair that was falling down like a waterfall.

After a long time, the incense burner in the house burned out, and the white raccoon shook his body like a cat waking up, and then rubbed his head against the other's Adam's apple.

"Second Young Master, where is your amber pendant?"

Yan Liang said indifferently, "Give it to Jiang Zhao."

The white raccoon seemed to be in high spirits, and he was eager to move and said: "That is left by Ji Ke's mother. He has worn it since he was a child, how can you bear it?"

"People are gone, so what do I keep?"

"really?"

"Seeing things and thinking about others will only add to the sadness."

"It makes sense, it's clean if you can't see it." Hearing this, Bai Li was very satisfied.

Yan Liang smiled noncommittally: "By the way, I still don't know how to call you after we've been together for a few days."

The white raccoon was obviously hit by these words, startled, and said: "I have been wandering for hundreds of years, and I have never had a name."

"It's a pity."

"If the second son doesn't mind, please give me a name, just like you named Ji Ke back then."

I don't know if this guy is intentional or unintentional, he compares himself with Ji Ke everywhere, but Yan Liang just pretends not to notice, and said: "I'll think about it, I'll tell you when I think about it."

The white raccoon rubbed against Yan Liang's body like a baby, and after a few days together, he saw that Yan Liang had no intention of resisting, and gradually relaxed, like a well-raised cat, he always acted like a baby, but his temper was unpredictable.

For a long time, Yan Liang held the book in his hand and said casually, "Haven't you ever thought about trying to find a way to reincarnate?"

The white raccoon shivered as if his fur had exploded, and said, "I don't want to, it's enough to stay by the Second Young Master's side like now."

Yan Liang sighed softly and said nothing more.

"Second Young Master wants to reincarnate?"

"Yes, Ji Ke is dead, and this book has no meaning to exist. In fact, this world should have ended long ago."

"Don't go away, it's the same wherever you reincarnate, birth, old age, sickness and death are not the same, you might as well stay here with me."

Yan Liang smiled casually: "That's fine."

The white raccoon got the answer he wanted and the result he wanted, so he was really relieved, and planned to live in peace like this, waiting for the vicissitudes of life, his second son will only remember him one day.

So, wherever Yan Liang went, the white raccoon followed him.When Yan Liang sleeps, he curls up by his pillow; when Yan Liang eats, he lies on his lap, opens his mouth and waits for Yan Liang to feed; when Yan Liang reads calligraphy and painting, he lazily lies beside the inkstone, He stared at Yan Liang's quiet side face tirelessly.

Sometimes when Yan Liang was in a good mood, he would pierce his fingertips with a needle to let him taste his own blood. At this time, the white raccoon was the happiest, licking it carefully, feeling that he had won completely.

The white raccoon really wanted to ask Yan Liang, has he forgotten about Ji Ke now, and how long will it take for him to forget completely?Although he has lived for a long time, he knows nothing about emotion.

"Has Du Yu returned to Wuyan Mountain safely?" Yan Liang asked the white raccoon lazily wagging his tail after having nothing to do.

The white raccoon stood up from the table with a jerk, and shook the hair all over his body: "Second Young Master, come with me, and I will show you the current situation of Wuyan Mountain."

Yan Liang didn't ask any more questions, put down his pen, and followed Bai Li out of the courtyard.There is no sunlight on the bottom of the lifeless sea, and it is dark all year round. Countless glazed lamps are lit on the corridor. Yan Liang follows the snow fox around in the corridor. The familiar courtyard seems to have no end in the illusion. , at the end of the corridor is an empty valley, and in the center of the valley is a spring, reflecting the sky full of stars.

"Second Young Master, that's Yunwaiquan. Whoever you want to see, just read his name in your heart and you'll be able to see it."

"It turns out that Yunwaiquan is here." Yan Liang remembered that he had this setting, Yunwaiquan is not fixed in one place, it may appear anywhere, or it may not be found even after breaking through the iron shoes.

Xuehu cleverly jumped onto Yan Liang's body: "That's right, I almost forgot the things in this book, you are more familiar with it than anyone else."

Yan Liang had no choice but to walk to the spring with the white raccoon in his arms, thinking Du Yu's name silently in his heart. Sure enough, Du Yu's face was reflected in the spring as bright as a mirror. At this moment, he was sitting by the desk looking out the window in a daze, resting his head on his hands Frowning sullenly between his brows, Jiang Zhao bent down and hugged him from behind, whispered a few words in his ear, Du Yu's complexion did not turn bright, but his eyes turned red...

"If you can't enter Wushenghai, does that mean you don't care about brother Liang anymore?"

Jiang Zhao sighed very low: "Ayu, I'll think of a way."

Du Yu was not happy when he heard this, and broke away from his embrace awkwardly: "Think of a way and think of a way! I have heard you say this many times, but your way is not to send Wen Ran away. , just to bluff me."

Jiang Zhao pursed his lips, and only hugged Du Yu again without saying a word. Du Yu stopped making trouble, and he also understood that this matter could not be solved by him making trouble. Just venting your temper.

"Azhao..." After pondering for a long time, Du Yu murmured.

"Well, I'm here."

Du Yu lowered his voice: "As soon as you don't speak, I'm worried."

Jiang Zhao rubbed against his cheek: "What are you worried about? Worried that I won't be able to speak again?"

"Well..." Du Yu answered honestly, turned his head and looked at the other party seriously: "Azhao, although I'm back this time, if brother Liang hasn't returned for a day, I don't think so." Ann."

Jiang Zhao also looked back seriously, held his face and kissed him on the brow: "I understand."

At that time, Wuyan Mountain was covered with fine white snow, while Wusheng Seabed was peaceful and lonely.

The spring water as bright as a mirror caused waves, and the phantom reflecting Du Yu Jiangzhao was instantly shattered. When the water surface became calm again, only the sky was full of stars.

The white raccoon also imitated Jiang Zhao's appearance and rubbed against Yan Liang's shoulder: "Why don't you look at your hero?"

Yan Liang's voice was calm: "What's so interesting about a corpse?"

The white raccoon shook its tail, seemingly very happy: "Ten days will be the day of Ji Ke's punishment, and you won't even be able to see the dead body."

After pondering for a moment, Yan Liang curled the corners of his lips coldly: "Thanks to you."

"What does it have to do with me? You wrote this in the book yourself. The fates of all the characters are in your hands. Those are also their fates. I will follow my fate. Why not?"

If Yan Liang hadn't lied to him at that time, he wouldn't have taken the trouble to let the ghosts from the sea of ​​Wuyan smear Wuyan Mountain with blood. This incident happened to fulfill the catastrophe of Wuyan Mountain in the book. It wasn't Ji Ke either, but in the end, the plot was rounded up by accident.

"Their fate is in my hands? Then why am I so powerless."

"Second Young Master, even gods are helpless in the face of the things they created, let alone you, the one in the game."

Yan Liang stared at the reflection of the lake full of stars in a daze for a moment, then smiled with relief: "That makes sense."

After a pause, he continued: "But if you let me see Du Yu and the others, you are not afraid that I will think about going back? You also know my affection for Du Yu, and you can't see him worrying about me."

"Second Young Master was joking. Although Du Yu can't let go of it now, I can bet that after a year or so, he will gradually let it go, and in another three to five years, he might forget about it completely."

Startled, Yan Liang hooked the corners of his lips: "Indeed, I am self-righteous."

After returning to the house that night, Yan Liang fell asleep very quickly. The white raccoon scratched his cheek mischievously with his tail. It is cold all year round, and the white raccoon is more than happy to keep him warm.

The white raccoon thinks very seriously, it's time to complete the soul of his second son, but to be on the safe side, it's better to be patient and wait until Ji Ke is punished...

Thinking of this, the white raccoon fell asleep for the first time in thousands of years.

I don't know how long it took before he felt a pair of hands gently stroking the hair behind his ears. He stretched comfortably, and before opening his eyes, he rubbed against the man's palm, very coquettish and clingy, but a moment—

"Senior, do you really treat this guy as a pet?"

The white raccoon opened his eyes awe-inspiringly, but met Yan Liang's eyes, under the calm eyes there were dark currents, and he looked at him with a half-smile...