My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

The moment the shock pierced through his body, the black lines on Yan Zhou's face were touched, his pupils glowed with purple icy air, and in an instant, the cold air permeated the surrounding forest.

Probably it was really painful, Yanzhou was stunned for a moment, and then he worked hard to force the shock that had stabbed into his chest out of his body.Holding his wound, he suddenly felt that all his strength was taken away. He stepped back a few meters and looked at Xue Huan warily.

The blood was so strong that it couldn't be contained, and it flowed out from between his fingers. Seeing the painful expression on his face, Xue Huan felt a surge of joy in his heart, and said quickly: "Your big talk is not strong enough. It’s broken, you’re blowing your socks off and you’ve fallen quite badly.”

The pain tugged at the nerves, forcing out beads of sweat on his forehead.For the first time in many years, he felt such pain, stabbed by a sharp weapon, and his blood was cut off. The endless fear that hadn't troubled him for a long time also came to join in the fun, choked his throat, and sucked his soul away.

Yan Zhou's face was pale, he was in extreme pain, and he was clutching the injured area tightly with one hand, his eyes were full of defense, he got rid of the sarcasm and arrogance just now.

Xue Huan was triumphant, and seeing his pale face, he thought to himself, could it be that he accidentally hit the door of his life and injured him so badly.Thinking of this, he held Jing Han again, and before he could take a step, he received Yan Zhou's stern eye knife, and stared at him in a daze as he ran away with oil on his feet.

"Tsk, here to deceive sympathy." Xue Huan licked his teeth, regained his shock, and walked to the formation of the grave.

The red gossip array is still there, but the ground is in a mess. The coffin boards and urns are scattered, which looks quite life-threatening. Xue Huan exhaled, bowed to the cemetery, and then waved his hand, the coffin cover returned to its place, and the ashes The altar was also closed tightly.When he cleaned up the mess and was about to leave, Xue Huan caught a glimpse of a dead kitten from the corner of his eyes. He shook his head and mourned for it for two seconds, and left here under the bright moonlight.

After he left, he never returned to Mingchuan.

At the same time, in the Mingchuan shop, Jun Zhi could not hold back his drowsiness and fell asleep lying on the table. Jun An's canglan floated to the bedside with a blue light, and then stood on the unconscious Jun An, slowly Give him an infusion.

-

The darkness is like a tiger wolf with its huge mouth open, devouring everything around it.

Yan Zhou sat on the ground, using spiritual techniques with both hands to heal himself. His hair was wet with sweat, his lips were pale, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. He seemed unable to concentrate, and the wound on his chest could not heal again and again, so he forcibly He increased the spiritual infusion, and the chaotic spiritual breath hovered around him, and there was a sudden shock. Yan Zhou opened his eyes hastily and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood is a thick color, and you can only see red from it when you carefully identify it.The black lines on Yan Zhou's face gradually faded away, his eyes were dull, and his face was also stiff. After a long period of trance, he got up from the ground and walked into the depths of the darkness.

There is a blue lake in the wilderness. Affected by the moonlight and wind at night, the surface of the lake is sparkling with blue ripples.

Yan Zhou found a rock and sat down, and began to be in a daze, he was like a statue, if it wasn't for the breeze fluttering his long hair.He looked a little tired, like a weather-beaten tourist who finally returned to his hometown, where the shadows and buildings were empty, leaving behind a hasty gathering and parting.

A long time ago, as many as 10 years ago, Yanzhou also liked to sit by a lake with dim stars every night, waiting for someone. At that time, the spirit of heaven and earth first appeared, and when the earth was chaotic, there was also a pure spirit. Hey, Yan Zhou likes to look up at the stars in the sky, twinkling and twinkling very beautifully.

In the early morning of that day, Xue Huan's Fate Sword had just been tempered, and he happily showed it to Yan Zhou. Yan Zhou was overjoyed when he saw the aura-filled sword body, and told him, you have your own Fate Sword, and you need to work hard. Practice more, so that no one can hurt you, Xue Huan listened carefully, and ran to practice swords all day long, leaving Yan Zhou aside.

At this time, the stars were bright, Xue Huan came to the lakeside, and sat down beside Yan Zhou, his eyes were flickering with disappointment, Yan Zhou noticed it vigilantly, and asked him what was going on.

Xue Huan was depressed, and said carefully: "I have known since I was a child that the phoenix is ​​an ancient sacred object, immortal and immortal."

Yan Zhou nodded, waiting quietly for him to continue.

"Today I heard from them that the Great Sage Ling Jun added something to my sword furnace, and the sword made by adding that thing can kill phoenixes."

When something serious happened to him, Yan Zhou chuckled and said, "Are you worried about this? You won't kill me."

Xue Huan said stubbornly: "But what if someone steals my sword one day and uses it to harm you?"

Yan Zhou didn't imagine this kind of consequences, he just comforted: "It won't happen."

Unexpectedly, Xue Huan's head was a muscle, and he pulled out the sword he had just practiced during the day and showed it to Yan Zhou, "So, I cut off the tip of the sword. Without the tip, I will see who can hurt you."

Yan Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he held his "remnant sword" and said, "What kind of sword is a sword without its tip?"

"Anyway, I have a big voice, one is enough."

"But since you have it, you should treat it well."

Xue Huan thought it was right, his brain got hot, he took Yan Zhou's arm, and said coquettishly: "Otherwise, Huang, you can give my sword a name."

"Me?" Yan Zhou asked, pointing to his nose.

Xue Huan smiled, moved closer, and said, "I've already figured it out. It's name is Jinghan, and when I hear it, I get chills."

Yan Zhou immediately understood what he meant, and raised the corners of his mouth in a funny way.

When Yan Zhou smiled, his eyes were crooked, his eyelashes were very long, and when he smiled, he looked like a bridge, and his pupils were imprinted with the galaxy in the sky, which was extremely glamorous.

Xue Huan was distracted, and schemingly moved to his chin, poking him with his fluffy hair.

"Huang, I, I want to kiss... kiss you, is that okay?"

The young Huangchu understood love and didn't know how to react. However, since he was happy with Xue Huan, he felt that he should not reject him anyway. It was just a kiss. If he wanted the stars in the sky, he probably would have will steal.

Xue Huan licked Yan Zhou's upper lip lightly, and then bit his lower lip cautiously. He kissed him for a long time, and then let him go slowly. Say it.

"Huang, I like you, I like you so much."

Yan Zhou was ignorant, the love he held was clearer than the water in the lake, he smiled at Xue Huan, hummed and said, "I love you."

The reflections of the two leaked into the lake, cuddling each other.However, a drop of water broke the calm of the lake, and the two quiet shadows gradually faded away with the ripples.

-

Yan Zhou's face was like an iceberg, his eyes were quietly closed, his hair was as long as ever, the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows, and the black lines on his cheeks grew like crazy, some of them disappeared into his temples.

It's only 10 years, and that's how it goes.Yanzhou doesn't think much of himself looking back on the past, because he can always find out his weaknesses from the memories, such as the vulnerable love, such as the obsession that he can't let go. From the day he opened his eyes again, he wanted to abandon When heaven and earth live for themselves, these things are a burden that hinders him.

The palm of his hand was bleeding from a fingernail, Yan Zhou didn't frown, and he didn't even loosen his figure.

People in the world say that demons have no emotions and are bloodthirsty, but they don't know that demons will remove their humanity the moment they intend to become demons, and from now on they will wholeheartedly be heinous bastards. Those who are bound are neither human nor ghost, neither fish nor fowl.

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At this point, Mingchuan City rotated day and night for three days, Jun An finally opened his eyes, the first thing he did when he woke up was hoarse voice, shouting for water in a voice that was not smooth, Jun Zhi received a message from Jun outside the door. Fu Feige sent them a letter home, very annoyed, suddenly heard movement in the room, rushed in hastily.

Jun An just woke up from the coma, his eyesight is still not very good, the veil above his head printed a thick fog in his pupils, he was so scared that he thought he had already arrived in the underworld and was walking on the way to the underworld.

Intermittent shouts came from his ears, Jun An looked around in a daze, tilted his head heavily to the side, saw a vague figure, and stretched out his hand to grab it.

He grabbed Junzhi's poured tea impartially with his hand, and overturned the teacup. Fortunately, Junzhi reacted in time and used spiritual methods to support him, preventing the innocent teacup from falling to pieces.

"Xiao'an, Xiao'an." Jun Zhi turned around and poured a glass again, turned around and saw Jun An was blind and scratching his hands, his body was leaning so that he was about to fall out of the bed, so he hurriedly called him twice.

Because the movement was too big, the wound on his chest hadn't healed completely, Jun An hissed in pain, and didn't dare to move any more. It was this pain that dispelled the fog in front of his eyes, and he returned to his place to see clearly. this room.

"Thirsty." He spit out a word, and Jun Zhi immediately handed him the water and carefully fed him to drink.

During the few days when Jun An was in a coma, he dreamed of a bunch of messy things, most of which he didn’t quite remember, the only one that left a deep impression on him was that he was standing in a place full of blood, the surrounding was dark and empty , he walked forward along the bloodstains under his feet, and found a cloud of black mist. Just as he was about to see clearly, a hand was stretched out in front of him to block his eyes, and an empty voice came from beside his ear, calling him don't look.

The hand that blocked his eyes was cold, and the voice was unfamiliar.

The scene in the dream Jun An has definitely never seen before, and he doesn't know where it is. He finds it strange because he had a lot of messy and unstructured dreams, but the first thing he recalled after waking up was such a scene.He wondered if this scene had any special meaning to him, or did it herald the future.

"Xiao'an? Xiao'an?" Junzhi stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes. Seeing him waking up, his eyes were empty as if he was demented. Some suffer too much.

"Well... I'm fine." Jun An said, blinked his eyes, let out a long breath, took a break, and asked, "Where are we, have we gone home?"

Jun Zhi: "No, how dare you go home with your back on your back like this?"

That's right, Jun An nodded with quite the same opinion, and after a moment of silence, feeling his head cleared up, he asked about Xue Huan's whereabouts.

"Where's Xue Huan?"

You know: "He left after giving you an infusion, and never came back." At the end, "You are already like this, you still care where others go."

Junan didn't say anything.

Three days have passed, Junzhi occasionally went outside to listen to Mingchuan's movements, and in just a few days, it was rumored that Ms. Huang of Huang's Mansion had lost her mind, ran out of the house on a rainy night, and has not returned until now ; There have been no inexplicable disappearances in the city in the past few days. The itinerant vendors who had avoided disasters on the street before came back one after another to make a living.

"Father sent a letter asking us to go back, and said that he had already thought of a way to punish you."

Jun An's heart ached again, his eyes widened in disbelief, his lips that had just been soaked in tea opened and closed, and he said, "What, you want to punish me? Me, I just got a hole in my chest, and it's still not healed..."

He was not serious about his grievances, which made Jun An's self-blaming mood disappear in an instant, "Father knows that you kidnapped me, he doesn't intend to punish me, he wants to beat you far away, never again came back."

Junan was quite shocked, "I can't, I—" He was hoarse, and thought about how to quibble when he went back, and said: "I just said that I was here to catch monsters, to fight for justice, and I should be given a lighter sentence. a little."

"It's wrong to go out of the mountain without permission."

"My chest still hurts. It's such a big hole that I'm almost dead." Jun An gestured exaggeratedly, "If he doesn't believe it, I'll take off my clothes and let Dad see. I'm not lying."

Making mistakes first and then playing the family card is always Junan’s last move against his father. Although it sounds very unreliable, it can always play a role in critical moments. His father always said that he would punish him every time, but he didn’t see it. The punishment is to the point of breaking the sky.

"By the way, sister," Jun'an thought, "I'll be in confinement for two or three days when I get home. Remember to go to Shuge to find out if there is any record about Yan Zhou, a monster. Although he is said to be very powerful, he It’s never going to appear out of thin air.”

"Let's talk about it, you should first think about how to explain to your father." Jun Zhi made a face at him, seeing that his face was not looking well, he was both distressed and funny.