After death with the master

When Ning Sui was 11 years old, he was taken out of the mountain to get rid of demons.

When he was 14 years old, the whole mystic world knew his name.

It's not because he's the crown prince, or because he's the apprentice of the Taoist priest of Wugui Mountain.

Because of his cruelty and indifference.

Zhou He didn't know about it at first either.

It was his senior brother who told him that Ning Sui's reputation outside was better than him.

It is said that he never relents when dealing with evil spirits, and the mysterious masters around him mainly focus on arresting, but he mainly focuses on killing.

Unless it is a little spirit who is completely incapable of harming others, otherwise...

In the words of his senior brother, "If this son becomes an emperor in the future, I'm afraid he will be a cruel and ruthless tyrant."

In this regard, Zhou He expressed some headaches.

But he felt it didn't matter.

Zuo Ningsui is going down the mountain to return to Ning Dynasty.

It will be good if we don't have an intersection with him in the future.

But when Ning Sui was 15 years old, he unconsciously hooked his heart in Meili, directly hooking his soul, and Zhou He felt a real headache.

Regardless of the fact that he is his apprentice, let's talk about Ning Sui's coldness towards evil spirits...

Zhou He sighed to Yue countless times.

but now……

The relentless kid who subdues demons and catches ghosts puts down his string in front of him.

Zhou He bent down to pick up the silk thread all over the floor for him: "I told you many times not to wrap my hands like this."

He slowly put away the thread, and then looked at the circle of thread left on the base of Ning Sui's five fingers: "... hurts the hand."

Hearing what he said, Chen Widow, who was completely dazed behind Ning Sui, subconsciously looked at Ning Sui's hand.

Ning Sui's hands are actually very beautiful, slender and thin with clear joints and fair skin.

But it's his left hand.

The gap between his right hand and his left hand is too big.

It is not too much to say that his right hand is covered in cuts and bruises.

The scars of different shades made his hands mottled and horrible, and the thin scars just matched his sharp wire.

Ning Sui just snatched his own string from Zhou He's hand with a cold face.

His fingertips slightly brushed Zhou He's palm, and he felt a little warmth, which made him frown uncontrollably.

After his resurrection, his body was so cold that there was no warmth at all.

It's just the body of a dead person.

"That..." Chen Widow stood up feebly and asked in a low voice, "You...know each other?"

Ning Sui obviously didn't want to answer this question, but Zhou He glanced at Widow Chen instead.

Chen Widow inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, but when he looked at the person in front of him, he felt that it was his own illusion.

I only heard Zhou He say: "Yes, I am him..."

He paused for a moment, Ning Sui was thinking that he was going to say "Master", his originally expressionless face became even more rigid.

Zhou He had been paying attention to him all the time, and thought it was funny, so he changed the words behind him: "Well, brother?"

Widow Chen: "????????????"

He froze in place, completely frightened by the tiger-wolf words.

He seemed to suddenly understand why he felt a chill down his spine.

Because he called Brother Ning Suining in front of his elder brother.

Because Brother Ning almost killed his brother because of him.

He, Widow Chen.

He is afraid that he will die here today.

Ning Sui was also stunned.

The expression on his face froze for a moment, but it was an extremely subtle expression - it was just that his eyes widened slightly, which Zhou He caught.

Zhou He bent his eyes, and saw Ning Sui lift up his right hand, which he had just casually rewound the thread, without hesitation, and this time the killing intent was stronger than before.

Zhou He raised his hand innocently: "Just kidding, how old are you and still can't help being funny?"

He sighed: "The temper is even bigger than before."

Although Zhou He said it was a joke, Chen Widow still felt that the atmosphere between them was a bit unusual.

The main reason was that Ning Sui, who hadn't raised his eyelids for more than half a year, was facing Zhou He, but in just a few minutes, he showed two murderous intentions.

The first time he might really want to kill, but the second time he might be angry.

So Chen Widow cautiously asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you...?"

"Zhou He." Zhou He twitched his ear, but he didn't feel any pain. When the child's thread was scratched, it made him feel something he shouldn't have: "I'm very close to him." We have known each other for a long time."

Ning Sui's eyelashes twitched when he heard the name, but he didn't refute or nod.

His gaze was always on Zhou He's sleeve.

Zhou He often wears a pine-green crane cloak, but that crane is different from the platinum-gold cloak next to it, and his is black-gold.

In Gao Jie, there was a bit of treachery for no reason.

Widow Chen is still building a good relationship with Zhou He to save his life: "Then, then shall I call you Brother He?"

Zhou He said "uh" again, and then turned to Ning Sui.

Ning Sui noticed his gaze and looked back expressionlessly.

Zhou He then said, "May I ask you, is that okay?"

Ning Sui turned and left.

So Zhou He looked at Widow Chen: "It's fine, you can do whatever you want, he doesn't seem to care much."

Widow Chen: "?"

Did Brother Ning speak just now?And why do you want to ask Brother Ning?

Before Widow Chen raised any questions, Zhou He raised his foot and followed Ning Sui slowly.

Obviously, Ning Suizou's posture was a bit big and his speed was fast, but Zhou He was able to catch up with him easily.

Ning Sui raised his eyes to look at the people around him, his eyes fell on his ear pinna which was still bleeding, and he pursed his lips slightly.

"Nothing." Zhou He said casually: "Small injury, it's better than you throwing the thread on my face before."

Ning Sui coldly withdrew his gaze.

He didn't pay much attention to Zhou He's "brother".

Because he used to tease him like this, when he was young, he even joked with him and asked him to call him dad.

Compared to father, elder brother is already a good joke.

Ning Sui looked down at the ground, and just about to ask a question, Zhou He raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Ning Sui stopped and turned his head to look at him, Zhou He twirled his fingers: "Can you see?"

Ning Sui didn't quite understand what kind of stupid question he was asking, so he heard Zhou He say, "Your eyes..."

He didn't finish speaking, but just raised his hand to touch his forehead.

The warm temperature passed over, and the hot Ning Sui subconsciously wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but Zhou He whispered: "Don't move."

Zhou He's voice is very nice.

When Ning Sui saw him for the first time, he raised his eyes at him because of his voice.

His voice was like a gust of wind, and like floating clouds.

It is always light and has no strength, as if it will dissipate at any time.

Ning Sui would always listen to him unconsciously.

Probably because the gentleness Zhou He gave him was not always cautious like others.

So he is willing to listen to him say a few words.

He felt that Zhou He seemed to have left something between his eyebrows, and then the scenery in front of him became clear.

He knew that he would never see Yaoxie again without opening his spiritual eyes, because he could no longer see the black energy that had been inseparable since he woke up for half a year, but he didn't ask Zhou He what he did, just indifferent keep going.

Chen Widow, who was always following behind them, tentatively asked, "...Brother Ning, where are we going?"

Ning Sui didn't turn his head, but Zhou He took a look at Chen Widow: "In Meili, we must first find out the environment and confirm the incident."

He paused: "Didn't your master teach you?"

Chen Widow felt offended: "I don't have a master."

Zhou He raised his eyebrows, and just about to turn back and ask Ning Sui, Ning Sui gave him a sideways glance.

Zhou He paused for a moment, and then he couldn't hold it back, and put his hands on his head with a smile: "I don't want to accept disciples."

Ning Sui's hair was loose casually, without wearing a hair crown or a headband, on such a rare opportunity, he rubbed his hair casually.

You ask Widow Chen?

Widow Chen is going crazy in the future.

He has known Ning Sui for only half a year.

But he deeply knew that Ning Sui hated others touching him.

He can look at him coldly when he touches a corner of his clothes, that sight is a murderous sight.

But now, this man nodded between his eyebrows and touched his head, and even moved him to lift the thread before, but he didn't say a word.

But Ning Sui raised his hand, and before he could pat Zhou He's hand, Zhou He hooked him around his neck and brought him to him.

Ning Sui looked up at him with a cold face, the indifference and murderous intent in his eyes made the atmosphere around them drop instantly, but Zhou He's mind was full of Ning Sui watching him loosen all the threads.

He didn't let go, just said: "Let's talk quietly."

So Ning Sui turned his head to look forward again.

Zhou He approached him and said softly, "I'm the same as you."

Obviously combined with Zhou He's blackness covered in the same body as him before, combined with the point where Zhou He was between his eyebrows just now, and when Chen Widow mentioned him earlier, he said "that one", when he heard that he had no return Attitude... Ning Sui could guess that Zhou He died shortly after his death.

But Ning Sui somehow felt that Zhou He's "sameness" was more than that.

He told himself not to think, not to guess, not to expect.

More than 200 years ago, he was destined not to live to be eighteen.

More than 200 years later, he is already a dead man and an evil spirit, destined to be exterminated.

No matter what Zhou He is like him, he shouldn't have too much to do with him.

Because he is different from him in essence.

So Ning Sui didn't even look at him, and just let him hook him and continue walking forward.

Seeing his appearance, Zhou He felt a little headache again.

He seemed to have returned to the time when Ning Sui had just been sent to No Return Mountain.

The half-old child is only three years old, and he is already so smart that it makes people feel hairy. He speaks clearly and childishly, but his thoughts are like an old man who is not yet twilight.

They walked a few steps forward, and then saw the butler who had stopped Ning Sui coming from the corner of the corridor, he glanced at the three of them, and cupped his hands at Ning Sui: "My lord, Miss Yusu invites you to the inner courtyard. "

Ning Sui didn't answer, Zhou He spoke for him: "Well, lead the way."

However, the butler said: "You two, please wait later, Miss Yusu only invited the young master alone."

Zhou He raised his eyebrows, the smile in his eyes faded a bit, but he still lowered his head to tease Ning Sui: "It's been a long time since I saw you, but you've become a beauty's guest?"

Ning Sui raised his eyes to look at him expressionlessly, and happened to meet his teasing gaze, not aware of the sour smell in the air at all, but asked rhetorically, "Is she beautiful?"

Zhou He smiled, and pressed his elbow on his shoulder, drawing the distance between them closer. He raised his hand to cover Ning Sui's head and touched it: "It's not as good as you."

Widow Chen behind them: "???"

Why did he feel that they were fighting like a husband and wife? !

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