Treat God as a follower

Xuan Yong didn't have to reach out to touch it, and he didn't have to think about it, he had stopped smiling, and said softly, "One with a hook."

"Hook?" Ling Guang shifted his gaze to his waist, "Did you put it in the wrong place?"

"This is... originally intended for Second Young Master Lu."

"Oh." Ling Guang didn't ask any more questions.

It seems that [-]% of them have not been sent out.

Being able to send objects like belt hooks, the two must have a very good relationship.

At this time, he wanted to think about the question just now, and felt that he was wrong, so he asked casually: "You hug me... didn't you think I was the Second Young Master Lu for a while?"

Xuan Yong shook his head: "No."

That's still a normal reaction, Ling Guang nodded.

Xuan Yong closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ling Guang hasn't left yet.

He just sat by the bed, stared at him, saw clearly the spiritual power of the two spiritual weapons flowing in his body, and saw that his inner alchemy could not generate spiritual power on its own, and if it fell back to its original state, it would never be able to cultivate again. grown up.

He squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, trying not to understand what happened to the inner alchemy.

Doesn't seem to have anything to do with him?

At that time, drawing a trace of his spiritual veins should not damage his inner alchemy, and sealing his spiritual power should not damage his inner alchemy.

The man seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Obviously, stretching out a hand could strangle him to death now.

Ling Guang really stretched out his hand.

But he just took out the belt hook from his arms, put it together with the small porcelain bottle, and placed it beside the pillow.

He got up to blow out the candle, when he heard the sleep talk from the person on the bed.

His movements paused.

The man was saying: "Don't worry!"

"You can call me Shaoyou!"

Then turned over and said nothing again.

Ling Guang sneered: Don't you want this word?

Then should I call you Xuan Yong, or Xuan Mo?

He retracted his sleeves, left the lamp on the bedside, opened the door and walked out.

Chen Yuan finally found it. After Mo Ping was born, his upper teeth were already knocked down by the cold.

Ling Guang returned to his room, the breath of the world seemed to affect him, and he also wanted to lie down and rest for a while.

He just lay down when the door was pushed open, and scattered footsteps squeezed in.

He stroked the center of his eyebrows and had no choice but to sit up.

Chen Yuan and Mo Pingsheng nodded and bowed in front of him: "Didn't it be agreed, I will come to share the room with you."

He looked left and right: "I can't sleep in this bed."

Mo Pingsheng asked: "Do gods sleep too?"

Chen Yuan said: "I can sleep on the floor."

Mo Pingsheng said: "That's just right, two people can lie on the bed."

Chen Yuan said: "Then I won't sleep on the floor, why can't I lie on the bed?"

Mo Pingsheng said, "Do you want to fight with me again?"

Chen Yuan said: "Come on, just hit."

Ling Guang: "..."

You two fight, as long as you can't die, don't care about it.

This movement successfully woke up Xuan Yong.

He opened his eyes, looked at the candle, and heard the voice on the other side was more fierce than the beating of the candle.

He touched the veil on his head, and it was actually completely healed.

After he was done, he felt that what he said earlier was all nonsense. He was not a person who could be liked by others.

He sat up wrapped in a quilt and shouted, "Qianli, come here."

If Ling Guang met Amnesty, he jumped out of bed and ran out.

Xuan Yong pulled out another quilt from inside: "I'm afraid of the dark, stay here with me."

"No problem, this is what I should do." For the first time, Ling Guang did not resist this request at all.

He jumped on the bed, thinking whether to turn off the light now, when the door was pushed open again.

Mo Pingsheng ran in covered with a quilt, and jumped to the side of Ling Guang: "Brother Immortal, save me, I can't beat him, I'll sleep with you too."

Da-da footsteps broke in, and Chen Yuan also came in with a quilt: "Don't even think about leaving me."

There was no room for four people to lie on the bed, and everyone was sitting covered with blankets, looking at each other, making eye contact with those who didn't deal with them, and even slandering them.

Xuan Yong said unhappily, "Is there a dice missing now?"

He kicked Mo Pingsheng down first, and then mentioned Chen Yuan: "You two get the hell out of here."

Chen Yuan grabbed his hand: "I won't return."

The person under the bed also shouted: "Brother Shenxian won't come back, and neither will I."

Xuan Yong wanted to tear Chen Yuan's hand away.

But suddenly startled, the movement stopped suddenly.

He pulled Chen Yuan over and looked at his face quietly and urgently.

Chen Yuan was frightened. Under such gaze, he swallowed and spit, and dared not move in a daze.

"Does the monster want to eat people? Didn't my aunt say that he is good? Brother Jiang, are you really a fairy? Help me, I don't want to die..."

Ling Guang was also stunned.

A person who is not pleasing to the eye suddenly sticks close to your eyes and stares at you carefully, with such a focused expression, there is hesitation, impatience, and grief in those eyes.

This move is too weird.

At this moment, he even thought, could it be that Xuan Yong suddenly realized that his heart had sprouted after arguing with this scholar?

And Xuan Yong watched it for a while, then mentioned Chen Yuan again.

"Go away!"

he ordered.

It seemed that looking at him just now was just a sudden pause.

But his face was already very cold, so cold that the two who were making a scene really didn't dare to stay.

They rustled out with the quilts in hand.

Seeing his sudden change of mood, Ling Guang took it for granted that the word "du" included him, so he also walked out.

Walked a few steps and was pulled back.

Xuan Yong looked at him seriously: "Qianli, don't go, go and close the door."

He wanted to get angry again, so why did you pull me back, you have to take two more steps.

After the door was closed, Xuan Yong got out of the bed, and said seriously: "When I grabbed Chen Yuan's hand just now, I felt... the fire spirit weapon."

Ling Guang's expression changed, and he was stunned for a while.

"So...Chen Yuan is about to die." He frowned, "How could this be?"

Only then did Mrs. Chen agree to protect him.

"No." Xuan Yong said, "Let me tell you the truth, I can vaguely sense the spirit weapon now, and there is no need for this person to die."

Ling Guang breathed a sigh of relief, presumably it was the effect of those two spiritual weapons that brought him spiritual power, "But..." He was still worried, "If you want to take it out, you still have to wait for Chen Yuan to die, right?"

Xuan Yong sighed: "Yes, that's what I thought when I saw him just now."

"That……"

"Do you think..." Xuan Yong asked, "Should we wait for him to die, and then pick it up, or..."

Kill now?

Ling Guang thought that there was no need to ask this question. Even if Chen Yuan was a stranger, he would not want him to die now.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered what Mrs. Chen said.

The emperor loves to fight, and the hussar general under his command is invincible, but he is cruel by nature, and the people are miserable.

If we continue to wait, what will happen to the world?

but……

What is the difference between a person's life and the life of all people in the world?

Is it really a spiritual tool that brings disaster to the world, or is it a sin made by man himself?

He replied: "I think it's better to wait, what do you think?"

Xuan Yong nodded: "Human life is not long for me, I can wait." He looked at the person in front of him and said with a wry smile, "It's just that I probably want to stay in the world for a long time, and I will watch the acquaintances leave one by one again. ... including you."

Ling Guang was silent for a while.

He wanted to say again, if I'm not here, you can just buy another servant.

But if you think about it carefully, if you have known someone for a long time, even if you are not a good friend, it would be uncomfortable for anyone to watch him change from a living person to a bone.

He thought for a moment, is it right or wrong to run to this person and pretend to be an ordinary person?

There are many ways to monitor him. It would have been easy to keep him from seeing him, but to watch him secretly not far away.

He didn't speak, Xuan Yong continued: "Qianli, I hope you can live a long life, if you can live until I leave the world, it will be fine."

Ling Guang thought of himself as an ordinary person: "Even if I don't die, I will grow old. When I turn white and you are still like this, I don't think I want you to see me at that time."

Xuan Yong's eyes mourned, and he turned around: "You humans, do you all think this way?"

"I think... people who really have you in their hearts should think so."

"You have me in your heart?"

Ling Guang has stepped out of his own identity, he has excluded himself from human beings: "If someone says that he doesn't want you to see his old age, then this person should regard you as very important."

Xuan Yong smiled: "Is that so?"

Zi'an, do you think so?

He had speculated about Zian's feelings for him for a long time, and after thinking about it for decades on Xinli Mountain, he was still not sure. Those years of unresolved thinking were always revealed by people in front of him.

He didn't know whether he believed in himself or this person.

Or maybe, it was the increasingly obvious sense of familiarity that caused him to be in a trance for a while, bringing the two of them together.

He looked at Ling Guang through the candlelight, and saw that this person had picturesque features. He was no worse than Zian in appearance. He even looked a little bit similar when he looked closely at his features, but compared to Zian's elegance, this person did not speak. She can still see a bit of free and easy fairy spirit, even this coarse linen clothes can't hide it.

She really looks good, she looks good no matter what.

When this man looked at people, his eyes were wide open, sincere and joyful, but he probably didn't know that when he wasn't looking at people, his eyes were full of boredom.

He seems to be dissatisfied with everything in his heart, but the actions he makes are respectful, and sometimes the words he speaks are also pleasing.

Xuan Yong thought, maybe some people are born with a pair of world-weary eyes, which has nothing to do with xinxing, it just looks like this.

Even with similar features, Ke Zi'an's eyes are always gentle, occasionally with a little worry, as if he has seen all the vicissitudes of life, leaving behind compassion for the world.

Xuan Yong patted his forehead and laughed again. Why did he compare the two of them together? There is no difference between similarity and dissimilarity. He will not have the same affection for a person just because he is similar to Zian. .

In fact, he doesn't need a real servant to serve him, he just wants this person to accompany him more. If he opens his eyes from the darkness, he can see such a person standing in front of him, or even if he is not there, I will leave a lamp for him, that's enough.

Therefore, he really hoped that this person could live a long life.

He didn't avoid his gaze, just staring at Ling Guang like this, behind the candlelight, the flames and Ling Guang's figure reflected in his eyes.

Ling Guang turned his face away.

"Did he see something?" Ling Guang thought in his heart, "My immortal energy should be well hidden. With his current ability, he can't find it, but...sometimes before I didn't pay attention to what I said, maybe You've exposed your secrets, you should be more careful in the future, if you still can't avoid being suspected by him, then...just get rid of him in advance."

He thought so, and looked outside.

There was no movement outside, and it was really strange that the two of them got along peacefully.

But Ling Guang was a little worried, his eyes penetrated the wall and glanced at his room.

Mo Pingsheng slept peacefully on the ground without any bedding, but a quilt was thrown on his body, half covering his face.

The exposed half of the face was covered with bruises.

Ling Guang's face changed: This may not be falling asleep, but being knocked out.

Then look at Chen Yuan lying leisurely on the bed, still humming a tune.

Ling Guang looked at Mo Pingsheng again worriedly, then looked away.

The person next to him suddenly said: "Hey, I just realized it..."

"What?" He didn't need to sleep and didn't want to be frightened like this.

Xuan Yong stood up and looked at him: "You said that a person doesn't want me to see him slowly aging because he has me in his heart, so why don't you want me to see him?"

"Huh?" He recalled what he had said.

Then glanced at him: "I don't mean anything else, I... just talk about the facts..."

"I didn't mean anything else, I'm happy." Xuan Yong didn't take advantage verbally like before, he smiled calmly, "I never thought that a little human follower who bought it at will , she is always scolded and scolded by me on weekdays, but she has no resentment, and can still keep me in her heart."

Ling Guang said one thing: "You are not very strict."

If he is really an ordinary person, compared to the servants of other families, his life is already very good.

Even the place to sleep is treated the same as the master, isn't it?

Thinking of this, he was a little upset again.

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