Tianzun City

Since then, Chu Tianxiang never looked for Shanghen again.

Once there is a difference of opinion between people, it is difficult to become the same kind again.Chu Tianxiang had never seen Shang Hen's attitude so resolute before, in fact, these are not important.Chu Tianxiang is a demon god, so he didn't have to be respectful to Shanghen.

Yan Ying was fiddling with a pair of crane-shaped scissors. The whole pair of scissors was very small and golden. The two blades were the beaks of cranes, and they were shining brightly.

Since Taotie smashed the Rat Prison, it seems to have disappeared.But everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm.Yanyun set out to build the Rat Prison, but perhaps because too many people died in the Rat Prison and the hostility was too strong, Yan Yun fell ill halfway through.Yanyun's illness is very strange, more like an emotion, and it is an erratic emotion that is uncertain.

It was about the Rat Prison, Wen Ruyu was also depressed, her face was pale as if she was sick.But in fact, Wen Ruyu had a reason for the incident, because Yan Fang committed suicide.A generation of geniuses finally turned into dry bones, Lian Xuan couldn't help but sigh for a long time after learning about this.

Yanyun's illness is very inexplicable, because there is no cause for it.His whole body seemed to have been sucked out of his soul. Some said it was poisonous, some said it was possessed by the spirit of the dead, but after checking one by one, it was not the cause.Yanyun's consciousness and speech are very clear, but his physical strength has weakened a lot, and his whole body has also lost weight rapidly.

Under such circumstances, even if Yushuang turned a deaf ear to the affairs of Tianzun City, she couldn't just stand by and watch. It is impossible for all things to be piled on the War Saint, and Yushuang would not do that.

When Yan Yu fell ill, some of them consulted with the new sword master, and some of them changed their masters as soon as possible.

Yanyun himself was never willing to argue about these things. People who knew him only knew that he had a good temper, but those who didn't know that he was bullied by others. He was just a sick sword master. , and even the people in the Fenghuo Temple began to speak sarcastically.

Yanyun just smiled with a good temper and didn't say much.

But as long as there are scars in one day, things will not let it develop.Not long after, Shang Hen went to find Lian Xuan.As soon as Shanghen stepped out, Lian Xuan immediately delivered an oral order.From now on, anyone who disrespects the Juggernaut will be treated as a felony.

In fact, Lian Xuan had planned to give this oral order early in the morning, but he always forgot because of his busy schedule.He has never forgotten what the Juggernaut taught him and gave him. To him, the Juggernaut is both a teacher and a friend, and even a gentle and generous brother.

As soon as the battle saints are free, they will go to the front fire hall to watch the flame fall.Yanyun was lying sideways on the sickbed, covered with a thin velvet quilt.

"Yan?" Shang Hen called out tentatively.

Yanyun didn't answer.

From the perspective of the battle saint, Yanyun, who was lying on his side, looked extremely thin.The whole body is supported by the skeleton, and the skin around the neck is pale.The long scarlet hair was also slumped and lifeless, being pressed under the head.

Shang Hen sighed. "You are so annoying."

As expected, Yanyun did not speak.

"When you were tortured in the dog prison, it was the first time I understood the meaning of pain. Later, when you were severely injured and your cultivation level passed, I once again understood what pain is. Tears. And now—"

Yanyun's slight retraction interrupted Shanghen's soft statement. When Shanghen looked carefully, he found that Yanyun was not asleep. He just closed his eyes and his eyelashes were shaking slightly.

"Stop laughing." Shang Hen said.

Yanyun quickly turned around, blinking her eyes. "I should have listened to you before laughing."

Shang Hen had a cold face. "what's so funny."

Yanyun held the Battle Saint's face in his hands, rubbed against his lips, and whispered. "Don't be angry, I just never heard your affectionate confession, it's a little too touching."

"..."

"It's really the first time you cry? It's a pity I didn't see it."

"Flame fall."

One second before the battle saint got angry, Yanyun accurately blocked his mouth.

Shanghen's temper was abruptly softened by this kiss, and he pinched Yanyun's jaw open, and before he could speak, Yanyun added a sentence. "It's not serious, it's what you want to say, right?"

Shanghen was amused by these words, and he stared carefully at Yanyun's face.The other party's face was very pale, delicate and soft, Yan Yun had lost a lot of weight, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, so his eyes looked extremely deep.It was an indescribable profundity, even if he was smiling, he could still feel the profundity in his eyes.Like a vortex or a whirlwind, the golden pupil is the center of the storm.

Shanghen and Yanyun look alike, but they don't look like each other.The general similarity is because they both have red hair and golden eyes, but this kind of similarity is not as good as the similarity between Chu Tianxiang and Shang Hen, because Chu Tianxiang and Shang Hen do look alike, and even four or five points are considered alike.The only similarity between Shanghen and Yanyun is that they have red hair and golden pupils. Their outlines and temperament are completely different. Even if they have similar red hair, they are actually the difference between crimson and vermilion.Therefore, even if it is the first time to meet the two, there is no mistake.

Because of his severe emaciation, his entire outline became more three-dimensional.The vermilion hair on the forehead was curly, strand by strand swept across Yanyun's eyes.His eyes seemed to be burning, along with the red hair on his forehead, the flames covered the entire bedroom.This is no other flame, it is love, it is desire, it is affection.

"I'll tell you." He said slowly. "I won't mention the things that are too long ago. Every time you come back, I am shocked, but the worst is when you beheaded Jin Ye. I couldn't see your face clearly at that time, but you stood in front of the dragon. When I was on the tiger farm, I knew it was you who came back. Then you became the head of the five sages, and you still took me and Yushuang as a teacher and friend, and then I realized that I had a strange feeling for you. After you came out of prison, you only brought comforting kisses."

Shang Hen smiled. "Who told you that kiss was innocent?"

"After that, it was the war where you disappeared. I think our relationship was established before, but then you didn't allow me to go to the battlefield. I was very puzzled at the time. I wanted to ask you when you came back, but You didn't come back."

"I'm telling you now, if you had gone, you would have died on the battlefield."

"why?"

"Because of Lianzheng."

Yanyun nodded and continued. "You are still relatively safe, because I only felt the word pain after you disappeared. To be more exaggerated, my heart seemed to be torn open, filled with glass, bleeding, and then quickly, containing Healed with shards of glass."

"It's a good analogy."

"And then you came back. As soon as you arrived, Lian Zheng followed. I always knew that you were popular, but I never thought about you and Lian Zheng."

Shanghen held back a smile and said. "Besides, it becomes a memorial service."

"There's Yu..." Yan Yun didn't continue talking, and Shang Hen didn't ask about the sword anymore, and the two became silent immediately.

"Yan, do you understand the situation?"

"Soon, there will be a battle with Taotie."

"I predict that the battlefield will be on the top of the ice and snow, and Ya Zi will not show up."

"He lent his territory to his brother to fight?"

"Did you know that Yan Ying is the blood of the dragon, if the keel is also there, it will not be far from the return of the dragon."

"I hope that Long Xing and Long Zhan will die together."

"I hope too." Shang Hen said instead. "You don't want to participate in this war."

"I won't go to die." Yanyun smiled. "Keel bones are going to be used in this battle, aren't they?"

"Why don't you ask me if I know who Dragon Bone is?"

Yanyun paused every word. "You already knew."

There was a trace of a smile on Shang Hen's lips, like a match being lit.He stared at Yanyun, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said nothing.Instead, he leaned towards Yanyun's lips, from slow rubbing to invading and plundering, kissing is a beautiful thing, if two people are in love, it is more meaningful than going to bed.

After the kiss was over, Shang Hen said. "Actually, the most urgent thing is to find out the cause of your illness."

"If you can find it, you will find it long ago."

"If he grinds you so hard, there will always be times when he will show his flaws."

"I think you talk too much."

"Because is you."

Yan Yu was sick, his lips were cold pink and white, like the color of a woman without makeup, but without any femininity.His complexion was pale, even much paler than the scars, like a thin layer of flesh covering his bony bones.He was just lying on the bed in plain white clothes, and he gave people an inexplicable sense of freshness both in sight and in feeling.

Shanghen had never seen Yanyun who was lingering on the sick bed before, and the current Yanyun was different from the Yanyun who was in the dog prison back then.The pain back then came overwhelmingly, and went away like a bamboo shoot, but now it is like a thread.Shang Hen inexplicably felt a bit like hot wine, soft and dense in the mouth, but full of aftertaste.

Yanyun is now like a cocoon soaked in ice water, and the wet silk threads are pulled out one by one, like an invisible traction, hanging his breath and keeping him alive.

Shanghen looked at Yanyun, and the veins were clearly visible on the other's slender and pale neck.It was morbid, but sadistic.But when Yanyun turned his head to look at him, that thought was gone.Sadism is not important to Shanghen, unlike when Lian Xuan and Yan Feng get along, dominating and being dominated will always prevail.

The sick Yanyun is beautiful, but it is impossible to describe what kind of beauty it is.He is not a woman, but a tough man, so he looks more and more beautiful.Gauze curtains, thin velvet quilts, sick beds, pale, emaciated, and pulsating.This beauty is a feeling, similar to an emotion, which can be fragmented, can be spoken incoherently, and cannot be described in a whole sentence.

Shang Hen helped him straighten his long vermilion hair, and whispered close to his neck. "I love you."

Yanyun replied quickly. "I love you too."

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