My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

This is the river where Xue Huan watched the boats when he first entered Yongan. At this time, the surrounding shops had long been closed, and there were only two lanterns hanging here and there on the trees, and the river bank was drowsy and peaceful.

Yan Zhou was a little surprised, because Xue Huan had been holding his hand from just now until now.

This person usually wished he could choke himself to death with a few words, and when they met face to face, the words "big big, hurry up" were written on his face. At this time, the warmth in his hands still made him feel flattered.

At the same time, he didn't understand what Xue Huan was doing to bring him here so late.

Xue Huan's eyes were as calm as water, and there was not much emotion in him. He looked at Yan Zhou and said without thinking: "Aren't you afraid?"

Yan Zhou and him had long lost the tacit understanding that they understood at a glance ten thousand years ago, and they couldn't understand what he meant, so they were puzzled: "Huh?"

He looked down at their overlapping hands, wondering if he should withdraw them consciously and maintain a good style of integrity.

"I guess you shouldn't be afraid." Although Xue Huan said this, his tone was very firm. "After all, I have seen this kind of thing a lot, and I have long been used to it."

He spoke in a strange and sharp manner, but he refused to specify what to say, making Yan Zhou confused, so he said directly: "What do you want to say?"

He is angry?When did this happen?

Did you make him angry?

Xue Huan suddenly raised a corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "I said, don't pretend, it's tiring to condescend to be by my side, and besides, I'm poor and white, and I really don't have anything worth thinking about. Where to go to ask for a job, dangle in front of me, there is only one way to go to death."

After finishing speaking, he hummed lightly but with a strong sense of warning. Before Yan Zhou could react, a sharp pain suddenly came from the palm of his hand.

It turned out that it was Xue Huan who finished, and pressed hard on his palm with his index finger, which happened to be where he was injured.

Yan Zhou withdrew his hand in pain, his heart sank, he had a premonition that Xue Huan had noticed something strange, but he didn't know when he fell into it.

Breath exposed?He thought, but as long as he didn't use spiritual techniques secretly to cause fluctuations, no matter how powerful Xue Huan was, he wouldn't find out.

"To be honest, I had doubts about you when you followed me to Nanyu. Inadvertently, it manifests little by little, some people have a bad temper, some people are just bad-tempered, do you want to become a phoenix if you put on a crow's feathers?"

Yan Zhouxu held the hand in his hand, expressionless: "What do you mean?"

Xue Huan said: "Aren't you clear about what I mean? I said you are not a human, but a monster."

Yan Zhou would have been nailed to death if he said the word monster. Xue Huan would not have said that if there was not enough evidence.

"I was thinking just now that in the valley, everyone who can fight is smashed into a ball. You are a powerless 'mortal'. I understand that you stand aside and try to minimize your sense of existence. However, you always The appearance of not being afraid, I can understand it as two levels, first, those who can fight are not any threat in your eyes; He didn't change his face. But at that time, anyone present could crush you to death a hundred times, and I had no time to take care of you when I fought with that unknown woman. Are you scared stupid? No, you are not scared stupid at all. "

When I was in Lanze, although I pretended to be pretty, my eyes were calm and composed.

Running around in the Nanyu Immortal Gate's place of cultivating immortals, he is not afraid of danger.

And this time, almost at the beginning, almost in danger, and almost indifferent.

Although homeless people have experienced more novel things all the year round than ordinary people have experienced in a lifetime, there are many traps in the outside world, not to mention one or two tricks to save their lives. People are always in fear. How can he come from a worthless flesh and blood body? How about the courage to face the variables in this world head-on?

I watched with cold eyes, as if the disputes in the world had nothing to do with me. How could this attitude of dealing with things be reflected in a mortal who knows nothing?

Xue Huan expressed doubts, but what made him more suspicious was his hands.Just now when he entered the inn, his steps were a little weak, and he suddenly slanted as he walked. Yan Zhou helped him, and when he let go, Xue Huan saw the wound on his palm. It was a fresh wound, just added not long ago. , or wounded by a sharp weapon.

Before, he only held the martial arts shocking cold that he gave him, and it was equipped with a scabbard, so it would not hurt him easily, but after Xue Huan thought about it, when he was hiding in the grass to observe, he felt a strong sense of shock. Aggressive evil aura, that evil aura is like wine that has been aged for many years, very oppressive, but it disappeared in just a moment, and then Yan Zhou pulled his hairband and talked nonsense.

In the valley, her thoughts were dragged by the tense environment. Looking back, she couldn’t help but feel suspicious. This valley is just the territory under the circle of the one-eyed phoenix. How could she have such a profound evil spirit?It's still a one-eyed black bird with fake wings, pretending to be a phoenix!

"Furious," Xue Huan said, "To be honest, my first reaction when I heard this thing was that I didn't know what she was talking about, and I didn't even have a corresponding image in my mind, but you said he was from the demon world. I couldn't explain it. I believe it all, but unfortunately, your reaction is too fast, and I have to wonder if you are the person in the so-called fury."

Xue Huan was thinking, why did he have a place to talk about strange things, why did he always meet in unexpected places, why did he appear when he shouldn't see each other, and disappear when he should see each other?

What purpose does he have, is he deliberately following him, wanting to obtain something?

Yan Zhou remained silent, his posture was still his usual calmness, extremely calm, and his attitude made it even more impossible for Xue Huan to believe him.

"Why didn't you speak? I guessed it right?" Xue Huan was a little relaxed. "I wondered, Li Chuan, is that your real name? Does your name also contain phoenix and fish?"

Yan Zhou ignored his ridicule and said, "It's just a coincidence, and I didn't hurt anyone. Have you seen it?"

"Not now. There are folk rumors that after more than 20 years of silence, someone took revenge and beheaded his enemies. What's more, you are so suspicious and always haunted. Besides, you are very bad to Xiao Hui."

Nan Xiaohui!It's okay not to mention it, at this time Yan Yiyi heard the name exploded, if he likes him so much, he can just confess it, and say something in front of him!

Yan Zhou was so angry that he wanted to peel off his wolf skin.

Now that he was discovered, he stopped pretending. It was enough for him not to be able to be himself for a few days, and to be aggrieved to imitate ordinary people.

He suddenly threw a contemptuous and sarcastic smile at Xue Huan, just like when they first met, the smile contained incomparable arrogance and creepy danger.

His tone also changed, Yan Zhou said slowly: "Guess why I am called Li Chuan? Why don't you put it together and have a look."

Xue Huan was thinking about the combination of these two words, when the body of "Li Chuan" moved, a cloud of black mist enveloped the whole person, and then revealed the true face of Lushan.

Yan Zhou!

It was Yan Zhou!

The combination of Lichuan and Lichuan can be regarded as the split of Yan!

This old man actually told himself frantically from the very beginning that he was Yan Zhou.

No wonder in Nanyu, he looked at this person's side face, especially like that old devil Yan Zhou, so it was so.

"It's you, you've been hiding by my side!" Xue Huan shouted at him angrily.

"What did you say to hide or not? You forgot. Didn't you agree to find the astrology disk together?" Yan Zhou refused to admit it, and after taking off that layer of fake skin, his shameless kung fu was finally brought to light again.

Xue Huan grimaced, "Really, you better have no other purpose!"

Yanzhou thought for a while, and murmured: "The purpose...does it count to kill those people who are not pleasing to the eye? Let me think about it, I seem to have quite a few enemies."

Xue Huan was so angry that he didn't say anything, and he said a thousand words: "You lied to me!"

It may be the belief that good and evil are incompatible. At this moment, Xue Huan abandoned his promise to find the astrology disk with him.

Without giving Yan Zhou time to catch his breath, Xue Huan didn't use a loud voice this time, but was shocked and went straight to Yan Zhou.

Of course Yan Zhou would not obediently let him slash, the moment he summoned the shock, his heart was moved and he was ready to fight.

The two of them were like shadows, their spirits and swords collided hundreds of times, and they fought all the way by the river bank to the place where the tea trees were planted behind the mountain.

Xue Huan intentionally guided, and he did not forget to avoid scaring the people here during the fight, which can be said to be righteous in his heart.

Without the copper thorns, Yan Zhou lost a right-hand man when he was fighting with others. His skills will not be halved because of this, but... he was injured by Xue Huan's shock a long time ago, and the sequelae of dying have not yet appeared. Totally good, or maybe not.

When he was in his heyday, he was still better than Xue Huan, but Xue Huan was careless, the exercises were not used often, and he didn't focus on cultivation, so he didn't know how much he got better.

Xue Huan's sword was clean and neat, and the moves in his hands were fast. Whenever he raised his sword to face Yan Zhou's throat, Yan Zhou released his spiritual power to block it, and he attacked his lower body in the next second, forcing Yan Zhou to only Can retreat steadily.

It can only protect itself, and attacks are rare.

Either Xue Huan's skill has greatly increased, or the loopholes in his own spiritual cultivation have not been fully repaired, or he has a shadow over the frightening cold in Xue Huan's hand.

He is not afraid of death, but now is definitely not the time to die. If he dies now, the God Realm and Heavenly Dao will win, which is absolutely impossible.

The night in Yong'an seemed to be very long. The two fought for a while, fought back and forth on the mountain, and scattered the camellias all over the place, but they didn't show any regrets.

Yan Zhou paused, Xue Huan chopped off a strand of hair.Xue Huan turned his sword, and the spiritual method roared from the sword. Yan Zhou didn't pay attention, and was hit on the forehead, and his feet slipped backwards.

Because of his stop, Xue Huan immediately gained the upper hand.

He replaced the shock with Da Yin, threw a stick to Yan Zhou's chest, then flipped back and forth coherently, and then hit his throat and the side of his face.

Xue Huan's kung fu is not a joke, it doesn't look like a big deal, Yan Zhou was beaten by these three tricks, and he felt that his internal organs were shaken to pieces.

His legs went limp and he fell to the ground. He still had lingering fears from the moment of shock, so he spit blood to the side.

The spiritual method rolled up the surrounding air, and Xue Huan moved in front of him in an instant, grabbed his long hair with one hand, forced him to look up, stared at his cold-blooded purple pupils, and said in a vicious voice: "You seem to be regressing!" gone."

Yanzhou's side face and neck were hammered heavily, and bruises appeared immediately. He vomited blood just now, and the blood line was still hanging on his chin, which was very mottled and pathetic.

But he was pitiful, and Xue Huan didn't feel sympathetic at all. He tightened his grip on Yan Zhou's long hair, saw the painful expression flashing across his face, put away his voice, and pinched his chin with the other hand, Take a sip.

"It's embarrassing, you look so ugly."

To be honest, Xue Huan didn't think he was ugly, but he wanted to say that he was ugly.

"You still look ugly." Yan Zhou was trapped by him, and it was still a bit troublesome to breathe out.

"See how you died right under my nose." Xue Huanle said, smacking his mouth: "I really think you are too easy to kill, and you don't seem to have any sense of accomplishment."

"Heh," Yan Zhou tried to smile, but couldn't do it with a sullen face, and his tone was weak, and he even teased Xue Huan. "You are so close to me, are you sure you don't want to kiss me?"

Xue Huan turned his head in disgust and pushed him away, and Da Yin pressed against his throat less than an inch.

"Why don't you want to kiss me? Don't tell me you want to kiss Nan Xiaohui?" Yan Zhou slipped his mouth, and Xue Huan's voice lightly brushed his face lightly.

Yan Zhou didn't give up: "I'm worse than him?"

Xue Huan was both ashamed and annoyed, and now Da Yin slapped him on the shoulder mercilessly, saying, "Your mouth is so cheap."

Yan Zhou laughed softly, and suddenly stood up from the ground and rushed over to serve Xue Huan with a psychic method, but he was injured, so he didn't take advantage of this, and was beaten half to death by Xue Huan.

In the end, he bumped into Xue Huan's stick unexpectedly, Xue Huan's heart moved slightly, changing the big voice into shock, Yan Zhou dodged sideways, grabbed the clothes by Xue Huan's shoulders, and the two suddenly got very close.

Breathing together, Yan Zhou's panting sound was controlled by him as much as possible. He looked into Xue Huan's eyes from bottom to top, and said in a low voice, "Are you angry? You killed me, how about it?"

Xue Huan knew that he must be playing some kind of trick again, and then remembered the last time he stabbed into Yan Zhou's chest in shock. With a startled expression, he really turned the sword back, blocked the distance between the two with one hand, and sank the sword with the other. Yan Zhou's abdomen was touched.

Yan Zhou's complexion changed drastically, his whole body was in a state of confusion, and then his face was covered with black fine lines, extending into his eyes, as if binding his purple pupils.

He was in excruciating pain, and when the shock came out, Yan Zhou fell to the ground again.

The breath gradually became weaker. Xue Huan tried it, but the body still had warmth. He always wanted to kill Yan Zhou. Suddenly there was a little reluctance in it.

When it came to this, he actually didn't want Yan Zhou to die.

But is it really necessary to save?Yan Zhou is a heinous devil.

Just when he was full of entanglement, a vicious spiritual force struck behind him.