My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

The old Taoist priest's blood still remained in the hand that pierced the flesh and bone. Xue Huan didn't move a step, his eyes cast over, and Yan Zhou subconsciously took a small step back.

Wen Shang lightly supported the old Taoist priest's shoulder, probed his breath with his hand, his eyes darkened, "It's gone."

Just a second ago, he was talking about the little-known battle of gods and demons, spreading the forgotten or unknowable side under the sky, and his calm and broken piano voice was more ear-washing than the cheating fortune-teller on the street , but before and after less than a yawn, the person is gone.

The living person turned into a corpse, and the blood spread from the old Taoist priest's body. Even Wen Shang felt sorry for it, and there was a pity in his heart for the impermanence of the world; but looking at Nan Xiaohui, there was no wave in his eyes, The light refracted by the pupils never flickered. He closed his eyelashes a little, wiped his palms with his hands on the corners of his clothes, and walked up to the old Taoist priest. There is not too much sadness, the tone is cold and indifferent, without ups and downs.

"I thought you were so afraid of death, but you rushed to kill yourself." Nan Xiaohui had expected that today would happen, the old Taoist priest chattered with him every day before he died, but after a while, he would kick his legs and turn into dust. Because it is always said that from the beginning of the resistance, Nan Xiaohui imagined hundreds of ways to die for him, some were beaten to death with sticks, some ended up on their own, and some could not open their eyes after sleeping .

Nan Xiaohui didn't say hello like this, Nan Xiaohui had the foresight, he also thought about it, but he didn't think about it deeply. When this moment really came, it was like a wind in a calm valley suddenly blew across his cheeks, dispelling the turmoil in his heart. When it is cloudy, my heart is empty.

He was too calm, and he looked cold-blooded when he was too calm. He took out a sapphire fan from the old Taoist's collar, put it in his arms, then looked at the old Taoist again, and closed it with his hand. full eye.

Fingertips brushed against the skin that was still warm, Nan Xiaohui's pale little finger trembled, and he closed his eyes; he may be thinking about the old Taoist living with him before his death, or he may be thinking that only himself is left. After being alone, what kind of world will he travel through? Perhaps there is still a possibility. He is thinking about how he will die next.

He squatted there motionless. After a long time, Wen Shang thought he had fallen asleep, and Nan Xiaohui opened his eyes. Then he sighed and said, "It's better to die, so as not to suffer for the rest of your life."

His words were cold, like a white-eyed wolf who didn't recognize his relatives. The master died without warning, but he took it for granted and took away the master's property, a relieved bastard.

The things in Nan Xiaohui's eyes are not complicated. Wen Shang is close to him, but he can't understand what he is thinking. He just thinks that he is a master and apprentice after all based on his own feelings. Even if the relationship is not good, people die. It should always be uncomfortable. Some people are just like a knife mouth and a tofu heart. On the surface, the sea is calm, but their thoughts are as delicate as the deep sea.

"Don't be sad," Wen Shang said, he didn't know how to say comforting words, "I don't know that he rushed over suddenly..."

"It's okay, find a place to bury it, can you help me?" Nan Xiaohui's voice was like a stick, sticking straight into the air.

"Oh, good." Wen Shang withdrew his wild thoughts and nodded quickly in response.

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Xue Huan glanced at the old Taoist priest's body, his expression darkened, he turned his head to look at Yan Zhou, and dragged him away without saying a word.

Yanzhou was pushed and dragged across Bailidi, passing a river on the way, and his shoes were still wet by the splashing water.

When he arrived at some place, surrounded by blooming oleanders, Yanzhou felt pushed again, and his arm brushed against the long branches of oleanders, which hurt his flesh.

He didn't come here specifically to push me, he was treated like this in a daze, and he was furious in his heart, "What are you pushing me for!" Yan Zhou waved off the oleander branch that hurt him, and vented his anger to melt it into black soil.

"Why did you hurt him!" Xue Huan's tone was also bad.

"He rushed over suddenly, can't I make a move?!"

"You could hide, but you didn't. How different is your spirit from his, you killed him!"

"That old man also wanted to kill me, why should I be kind to him!" Yan Zhou quarreled back not to be outdone, and Xue Huan scolded his head and face. Blame it on him.

"If I kill others, I'm an asshole and villain. If others kill me, I have to be merciless and allow myself to be slaughtered. Xue Huan, why are you questioning me, what do you think I am!"

After a few quarrels, Xue Huan regained some sense. He admitted that he had a little prejudice against Yan Zhou. Seeing that Yan Zhou pierced the old Taoist's heart without hesitation, he subconsciously attributed the fault to him.Putting aside the grievances and grievances between good and evil since ancient times, there seems to be nothing to blame for Yan Zhou's self-protection.

He turned his back, disapproving of Yan Zhou's idea of ​​killing someone but he couldn't go against him, he calmed down, and his voice spread out slowly and long, piercing through the oleander flowers.

"Didn't you leave, and what are you doing back again?" Xue Huan felt that he was meddling in his own business. Maybe he happened to pass by and didn't come back on business.

Yan Zhou just lost his temper, and he couldn't take it back when he was unhappy. Hearing his tone, he felt that he cared about feeding the dog, but he couldn't let go of the fetters in his heart. He spurned himself and pretended to be calm: "Passing by .” He choked out two words, trying to get angry with him, and then said: “I have something to tell you.”

"Don't talk about it yet," Xue Huan said, "I'll go back and settle people down. If you're not in a hurry, find a place to wait for me, and I'll be right back."

After saying this, he turned and left without stopping for a moment.

His leaving figure was hidden in the white oleander flowers, and he said the last words with his back to Yan Zhou, and the speed of his speech was also very fast, as if he had finished speaking quickly, so as not to wait a second longer.

Yan Zhou felt that his temper had changed, and he was irritable like a monkey. In the past, in the heaven, a smile would always be on Xue Huan's face. Fine, he can catch every ups and downs of Yan Zhou's mood, and then he will turn out his wolf ears and wolf tail, shake them to drive away Yan Zhou's bad mood, and get into Yan Zhou's arms fluffy, and at the same time He rolled into a ball.

"Don't forget your real body, donkeys are good at temper."

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Nan Xiaohui was led into this room for three questions, he politely said hello senior brother and senior sister, with a perfect smile on his face, the word polite was written on his face.

Three questions about these hairy kids in the hut, playing crazy in the mountains and fields, no one else noticed, guess Wen Shang doesn't show up every three to five days and half a month, they can all think that he is sleeping in the room during the day Dream.

I heard that going down the mountain this time is for practice, so Si Xia came here curiously to find out what the experience was and if she encountered any weird things. Yes, and why they are so tender and good-looking when they are caught casually.

Wen Shang bluntly pierced Si Xia's little thoughts, and then told her that the new junior brother had just lost the master who had been taking care of him, and immediately turned the door after the master died. In the past few days, inquire less about things that are not suitable for inquiring, and wait for a few days when people are in a better mood before pestering.

The girl was hot-hearted, she didn't know how to look at other people's faces, she immediately expressed her understanding, and then pestered Xue Huan, asking him when he would take other people out to practice.

Xue Huan tore off a piece of chicken and stuffed it into her mouth, blocking the nonsense, and said: "Okay, it's easy to practice, wait until I check how your sword skills are, and then make plans." He grabbed the pepper and stroked it rubbed a hand of oil all over its body, and said to He Wangxun: "Wangxun, take them to find a spacious place tomorrow, I'll come back early to weigh it."

He Wangxun got up: "You still want to go out?"

"Be back in a while."

He went out a few steps and saw Nan Xiaohui standing on the side of the stone steps, staring at the flowers and trees at the foot of the mountain in a daze.

He turned his eyes back, and when he thought that there were still people waiting for him outside, he dug a hole in his heart and buried it in his mind. He stepped on the wind, and when he was thinking about where Yan Zhou would be waiting for him, he flew to that place first. Oleander forest.

When I got there, Yanzhou was not there, and the whole oleander forest was blown by the wind and sprinkled some flowers, walking through the forest, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Xue Huan recalled that he had a quarrel with Yan Zhou here just now, and his self-defense and his crooked arguments made both parties very unhappy. A strong and unaffected person like Yan Zhou probably wouldn't listen to him , Find a place to wait for him to come back; think about it differently, if he is a person like Yan Zhou, where should he kill a few people to vent his anger, and then keep away from him to be decent.

Therefore, Xue Huan was not in a hurry to go back with the wind blowing the flowers and shadows. Instead, he wandered around in the woods. During the rare quiet time, it was easier to hold a bowl of flat water and think about everything he encountered from beginning to end.

Maybe it was because there was no sound in all directions in his head, Xue Huan then remembered an obvious problem that he ignored. The old Taoist said that he would trade his life for trust, and then he hit Yan Zhou, ignoring the direction. The old Taoist saw it directly. He turned his back and didn't notice it, so why did the old Taoist attack Yan Zhou? Did the two of them meet before? Did the old Taoist know that Yan Zhou was a demon?

His death, coupled with Nan Xiaohui's indifference, both are contrary to the most common sense - why is the old Taoist's trust so firm, Nan Xiaohui's indifference to his master's death is shocking, if only one Heavenly Palace If it is Bell, will it be too hasty?

Xue Huan couldn't control his thoughts now, and now he wondered why he remembered the appearance of Tiangong Ling, and where did the image of Tiangong Ling in his mind come from at that moment, you know, he tried desperately to recall those pictures before Memories about the heavens are like lighting up in a dark night where you can't see your fingers. No matter how hard you try, there is no spark.

He squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and walked forward along the path. At this time, he came to a lake. There was a water pavilion in the middle of the lake, and a few scattered lotus plants grew beside it.

Xue Huan's breathing stopped suddenly, and he saw an ink shadow in the green lake.

Yan Zhou's ten fingers do not touch the spring water, he is noble and glamorous, his eyes always glance at the sky, and he does not want to show it to ordinary people; he is dressed in black clothes, wrapping his land, isolating everything from the outside world, and does not bother to touch it , he always hates the world coldly, turns everything into ice coldly, and tears himself apart from his surroundings, making him incompatible.

He is an orthodox monster, with the cold blood and bloodthirsty nature common to monsters.

But at this moment, the murderous demon was floating on a green lotus leaf, staring at his index finger, then bent down, and touched a red big-tailed carp with his fingertips.

The carp raised its mouth out of the water and kissed Yan Zhou's fingertips.

The water is blue and the flowers are red, Yan Zhou's face is rosy, and the corner of his mouth is smiling, forming a beautiful painting with the blue sky and lake water.

At this moment, Xue Huan was like a young man running in early summer. He rolled up his trousers and chased the butterflies flying in front of him with a net bag. His red hairband was blown up and landed on top of his head in waves. They were all full of kindness and wanton laughter, and suddenly he saw a fairy squatting in the flower field to tease the flowers.

Yan Zhou sensed someone and turned around.

The fairy saw someone and looked back at him.