My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Wen Shang filled a bowl with the stewed stewed soup and fanned it with his hand. He thought it smelled good, so he locked the kitchen door and sent the bowl of soup to a sick beauty in the wing room.

Speaking of this sick beauty, Wen Shang has been guessing his identity. After entering the illusion, he slept in Xue Huan's arms when he came out. Wen Shang has a good memory and recognized him as the The son who was robbed.However, it would be fine if he saved someone's life out of morality, but when he saw Xue Huan's colorful expression with bright eyes, he gritted his teeth with hatred for the person in his arms, but he held him firmly with his arms, for fear of getting hurt again. a cent.

Those who don't know the situation of these two people think they are enemies.

Wen Shang also asked who this person was, but Xue Huanhui's donkey's head was wrong, and he said something absurd about "killing the person after heals up."

Perhaps Xue Huan's safe return was more important than anything else, and Wen Shang didn't think much about other less important things. Therefore, he didn't notice a paper butterfly stuck to his clothes behind his shoulder. The paper butterfly was white, matching Wen Shang's clothes. Blending into one, only occasionally flapping its wings and flashing golden light.

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Xue Huan went out to deal with some matters, and the first thing he did when he returned to the inn was to see Yan Zhou, to see if he was awake.As soon as he stepped into the gate and turned a corner, he heard Wen Shang yelling for help, he hurried over, just in time to see Wen Shang being pushed out, and the door was closed rudely.

"This temper is too violent. I even said that I am not a bad person." Wen Shang rubbed his arm that seemed to be hit by a boulder, and muttered something.

"What's wrong?" Xue Huan stepped forward and glanced at the closed door.

Wen Shang turned his pinched arm, feeling wronged. "I gave him soup out of good intentions. If he doesn't drink it, let it go. He still stares at me and beats me. Isn't this what you entrusted, Master?" The implication is, otherwise he would not be wronged.

He pursed his lips and turned a blind eye while complaining, making Xue Huan think he was not awake and talking nonsense.

"All right, all right, go back and have a rest first. When you return to Nanyu later, go to the street to buy some roast chicken, and bring them back to feed the little ones in the hut." He pinched Wen Shang's arm, Weighing it: "Isn't it a big deal, I'll teach him a lesson for you."

"Okay, sure, thank you." Wen Shanglian said, not caring about the status or type of the people in the room, what is his relationship with Xue Huan, anyway, it is best to be able to discipline and discipline, so that he knows that he does not know how to repay And don't... push, shove, pinch someone's arm, tell them to roll.

Xue Huan smiled, stretched out his hand to push the door, closed it after entering, and carefully turned a seal on the door lock, not letting go of the windows on the four walls.

Inside the room, Yan Zhou stared at the big tonic soup brought by Wen Shang on the table like an enemy, his eyeballs almost slanted, snorted, and turned his back.

His disgusted appearance, as if he would not eat anything but delicacies from mountains and seas, was so high above him that he was really hard to serve.

"To replenish energy and blood, if you don't drink it, you'll beat him out." Xue Huan said tut-tsk.

Yan Zhou nodded, and said slowly, "I don't drink soup with unknown origin, who knows if you are going to poison me to death."

"Poison you to death?" Xue Huan looked down at the soup in the bowl. There were a few red dates floating on it, and several flat, black things of unknown origin. The soup was cloudy in color, and his face really scared him He jumped; then he looked at Yan Zhou's expression of wanting to splash the soup on his face, and then he understood - if it was his own words, he would never be wrong for not drinking such "ugly" soup.

But he couldn't save face, after all, he asked Wen Shang to cook the soup, and it was his own arrangement. "If I fight so hard, I might as well just hit you a few times. Maybe you won't be attacked by all kinds of poisons. Not to mention my poison, maybe something happened to increase your skills."

"So you're here to fight with me now? It's so tight." Yan Zhou raised his chin, pointing to the seal he just turned on the door when he came in.

Xue Huan waved his hand and said, "No, soundproof, I have a few questions I want to ask you."

He had concerns on his face, and he didn't rush to speak up when he had something to ask. He was thinking about the wording, and he was also struggling with how to say this.

"If you have something to say, can't you just wait for me to confess?" Yan Zhou sat down at the table, squinted at the soup on it, propped his head lazily.

Xue Huan stared at him, then looked at his lips unconsciously, and then his head thinking about the question turned to the picture of Yan Zhou kissing him before, and then replaced the question he was going to ask with why he kissed himself.

"How long are you going to keep acting like this?" Yan Zhou said, "If you have nothing to ask, please open the door, I'm leaving."

"Wait." Xue Huan was anxious, and blurted out: "I think you lied to me."

Yan Zhou's movement of getting up was stopped by his shout, and he gave an amusing oh, and asked, "Where did you lie to you?"

After thinking about it, he felt that he hadn't met Xue Huan a few times, and what the two said was very bluntly expressing their murderous intentions. He wondered when he had ever lied.

"You and I must have known each other before, a long time ago." Xue Huan said, he sorted out his thoughts in the confusion, his eyes were a little sharp, and he stared at Yan Zhou, as if he was interrogating a prisoner. "I didn't pay attention to it earlier, but now I think of two things that I need to confirm with you."

Yan Zhou would like to hear the details.

Xue Huan said: "When you were in Mingchuan, you performed a magic trick and asked me to show you a shock. Did you say that you recognized my long stick? Why do you know that it is named Dayin? I have never mentioned it to anyone. !"

He sat upright, with his slender and beautiful hands lightly curled up on the side of the table, looking from Yan Zhou's side, there was a little light on it, making every joint of him shine white.

"In that illusion, did you hear the echo that I knocked on the big voice?" Xue Huan paused for a moment, and the question in his eyes cast on Yan Zhou undisguisedly, "That is my weapon, Why can you hear the voice that only I can hear!"

Yan Zhou didn't answer his question right away. The two why he mentioned was just one of the most common things he did. He didn't think too much about it. He didn't know whether he met Xue Huan by chance or not. Deliberately concealing himself and his past, he did not deny it, nor was he in a hurry to recognize him.

He wanted to let nature take its course, he didn't want to drag Xue Huan to talk about the past between them from beginning to end. Once is no big deal.

Since Xue Huan asked, it was impossible to be fooled, so he stared at the bangs of the other party, and said, "We met a long time ago, and all these questions of yours can be attributed to this."

Xue Huanzhong patted the table again, and said: "As expected, in the illusion, you still said that we haven't met." He was a little relieved, "Then can I know everything that happened before I lost my memory?"

With a heavy heart, Yan Zhou stood up and said, "Do you know that you are now seeking answers from a person who is at odds with you."

"so what!"

"Do you believe what I say?" Yan Zhou said slowly, his eyes reflected the light purple color appropriately, pulling the two of them apart.

Xue Huan was shaken. The ancients said that the most untrustworthy words in the world are the words of demons, and the most unfulfilled promises are demons.Even if I got the answer from Yan Zhou, wouldn't I really believe what he said, wouldn't I go find it myself? Also, what Yan Zhou said was somewhat true and somewhat false.

"Didn't you guys always say that if your obsession doesn't go away, you will be destroyed by heaven and earth? Why are you obsessed with your past? Have you ever thought that erasing your memory is actually to protect you, not to harm you?"

"But……"

"A person's life is best lived happily and carefree. I think you are the same. There is no need to pick up things that have been discarded. That will only increase troubles."

"Stubborn, the gain outweighs the loss." Yan Zhou said: "I think you still—"

"You are in an illusion, why did you kiss me all of a sudden." Xue Huan blocked the words behind him. Yan Zhou was caught off guard and flustered for a moment, but soon, he replied with Xue Huan's words before: "In order to get close to you, I'd better So that you don't have to have killing intent when you see me in the future."

"No." Xue Huan also stood up, the red ribbon tied at the end of his hair fluttered, and the copper coins on it reflected a ray of light.

Yan Zhou looked away, and said indifferently: "Then what kind of answer do you want to hear? Do you really want me to say that I kissed you because I have a good impression of you? I dare not think of this wishful thinking."

"I didn't think so. I just thought that you and I might have been friends before, and there might be a misunderstanding between us. I don't want to hurt... my friend."

After all, he has too many worries, and he is also obsessed with the past.

"Friends are not counted," Yan Zhou weighed the relationship between the two, and said, "If you are worried that I am a friend and you can't bear it, but you don't want to let me go, you can find someone else to deal with me; Remember, Zhengdao Xianmen Daozhuang is best at punishing evil and promoting good, let's kill demons and eliminate demons, so that if I die in the future, you will not kill me, so you don't have to think too much about it."

After Yan Zhou finished speaking, he twisted a little magic from his fingertips and broke Xue Huanzhuan's seal on the door, "There will be a time later."

"Wait a minute," Xue Huan said, "If you don't kill innocent people indiscriminately in the future, I will definitely not hurt you. Let's forget about the past. Now, how about making a friend?"

There was disappointment in his eyes, and Yan Zhou knew that when they met again, he could see the color in Xue Huan's eyes, which was cold and indifferent, and the no longer hotness broke Yan Zhou's repeated illusions. , he felt a little out of breath, and as a stranger, he said softly: "Let's talk."

After a while, he pushed open the door and disappeared using the spirit method.

Xue Huan's current mood is also contradictory. He is considering whether he can really let go of his only mission. Killing Yan Zhou is rooted in his mind. Although he doesn't know the reason, as a god, his heart Faith exists more or less for the sake of being right.

Yanzhou's behavior style is hard to figure out.

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In the afternoon, Wen Shang bought two particularly fat roast chickens with the least amount of silver taels, and taught Xue Huan the concept of thrift in life under very incomprehensible eyes.

After leaving the side pond, the two walked into a forest to avoid the sun, and Wen Shang chatted with Xue Huan all the time.

"Hey, speaking of it, what did you encounter in the illusion, where is that kid who robbed you on the main road?"

Xue Huan stepped over a branch and said, "Dead."

"Are you two alive?"

"Ah."

Wen Shang: "Then how did you break the illusion? I have been guarding outside, and suddenly many messy blood symbols appeared on the mirror outside, and I cleared them away."

When Yan Zhou was in a coma, Wen Shang roughly told Xue Huan about what happened on the stage, and mentioned the evil intentions of the two Taoist priests, but a man named Jiang Xuqi saved him, and he secretly You have to work hard to practice well, so let such a shameful thing be a secret.

Xue Huan understood that Wen Shang's unintentional actions broke the illusion, otherwise, he might still be trapped in that ghostly place, without seeing the light of day.

"But who are we looking for here?" Wen Shang was still thinking about what Xue Huan said before he came to Biantang, these two times he came out of the illusion and went back directly, so the job of finding someone is still not done up.

"It depends on the situation, whether you can find Suiyuan."

There was a strange ringtone that only he could hear, but no one else could hear it. Maybe it was an auditory hallucination, and after staying in the environment for the past day, he had long since lost his intention to find this sound.

The two of them walked for a while, and met a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, who was holding a bell tied with a thin thread on his fingertips, and shouted to the front: "Master, another hour has passed, is the bell still ringing?"

As he spoke, his fingertips shook.

Xue Huan suddenly felt ear-piercing, his head roared, and the image of a small wind chime hanging on the eaves of the cornice appeared in his mind.