Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Twilight gradually shrouded, and the damp dew mixed with the cold air weighed down heavily.The two sat on the ground, Yan Shijun straightened his clothes that had been stretched and deformed facing the river, and washed his face a few times before he woke up a little. His lips were still rosy, but at least they didn't look so imaginative. up.

Shen Chichuan just straightened his collar indifferently, wishing he could write on his face that he had just kissed Yan Shijun. He didn't even bother to cover it up. After watching Yan Shijun scolded him angrily, he began to straighten out his appearance non-stop.For a long while, he stared at Yan Shijun's eyes for a moment, and at that moment, Yan Shijun's figure seemed to be far away in front of his eyes, so far away that he seemed to be unable to touch it anymore.

He shook his head quickly, the person in front of him was still adjusting the clothes he had arranged in front of the river, sitting not far from him, within reach of his hand.The trance just now was like his hallucination, but this hallucination is very real.There is always a feeling that Yan Shijun is a gift from the heavens, but this gift is unreal, so unreal that one day, after getting used to it and never being able to live without it, this figure quietly disappears.

Shen Chichuan's long eyelashes trembled, hiding the unnaturalness in his eyes, he suddenly thought of something, and said, "Can you tell me, what kind of place is your hometown?"

Yan Shijun Jushui's hand froze, he looked up at him, hesitated for a long time before replying as if he had made up his mind: "I'm actually not from this world, do you believe it or not?"

Shen Chichuan raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise: "This world?"

"Yes," Yan Shijun nodded, looking down at the surface of the water. On the surface of the water was Yan Chen's face that he had seen thousands of times. , Yan Chen's demeanor of weak willows and strong winds has long been indifferent.Yan Shijun was silent for a moment, and met Shen Chichuan's eyes straightly, "I actually come from another world, which is completely different from here. Everything is different. My soul fell under a certain opportunity. Occupied this world and occupied Yan Chen's body."

After all, Yan Shijun suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart. If he hadn't personally experienced such a supernatural thing beyond human understanding, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed. His breathing stopped unnaturally: "To be exact, I It's not a real person, it's just a lonely ghost living in someone else's body, are you afraid of me?"

Shen Chichuan was stunned for a moment, as if he heard some joke: "Afraid?"

Yan Shijun couldn't help laughing: The leader of the Demon Cult, who has always been feared by people, is only feared by others, so how could he be frightened.

Shen Chichuan held Yan Shijun in his arms, and Yan Shijun listened to his strong heartbeat, accompanied by Shen Chichuan's unique and calm voice: "I am Yama of the world, you are a lonely ghost, the two of us are a good match."

Hell in the world, lonely soul and wild ghost.

Sure enough.

The two of them spent the whole afternoon tired, and when the sky gradually darkened, they realized that the basket was only half filled.After hurriedly picking some medicinal materials to fill the baskets, the sky was almost completely dark, and I saw smoke from several houses in Nancheng from a distance, so I walked back all the way in the dark.

The night has slowly shrouded up, and the road can hardly be seen clearly.As they walked all the way, Shen Chichuan's palm was tightly wrapped around Yan Shijun's, and a steady stream of heat was transmitted along the skin that was in contact with each other.After walking for an indeterminate amount of time, when he saw the towering walls of the southern city shrouded in the night, Shen Chichuan suddenly grabbed Yan Shijun's hand, and his muscles tensed immediately, as if he was ready to go in the dark Like a cheetah, this is the consistent stress response of martial arts practitioners when they encounter unknown situations.

Yan Shijun looked in his direction, the river was gurgling down the mountain stream, and at the edge of the river, a black shadow was floating slightly with the river.

"That's... a person!" Yan Shijun squinted his eyes for a long time before he saw that the one lying by the river was not a person?

Shen Chichuan escorted him to the river, and only then did he see the appearance of the man clearly. He was dressed as an ordinary person in coarse gray clothes, with a particularly hideous scar across his face, along the forehead, across the bridge of the nose and lips, all the way to Chin, it was shocking to see.He seemed to have been soaked in the cold river water for a long time, and his skin was even paler under the moonlight.

Yan Shijun probed the man's breath, which was so weak that it was almost undetectable: "He's still alive!"

The two carried him up, and Yan Shijun lifted his outer robe, and carefully inspected the wounds on the man's body. Taking advantage of the faint light, most of the wounds on the man's skin were bruised and purple, and no blood was seen: "It seems that he was killed Wounded with sticks."

"No," Shen Chichuan completely unbuttoned the man's robe, revealing the skin inside. In such a dim situation, Shen Chichuan's eyesight was astonishing, and he could see that there was a tiny wound on the man's chest that had healed. The wound, said coldly, "He has a sword wound on his body, it seems to be an old wound."

After finishing speaking, he squeezed the man's palm again: "There is a cocoon, judging from the position of the cocoon, it is a person who has been practicing martial arts all year round."

"This must be someone from the rivers and lakes." Shen Chichuan let go of his hand directly, Shen said.

What he meant was obvious. People in the Jianghu would inevitably get into trouble if they were rescued, not to mention that this person's origin was unknown, let alone which faction he belonged to.

Although it doesn't matter which faction they all have enmity with Shen Chichuan...

Yan Shijun was silent for a while. As a doctor, asking him to put down a seriously injured person and leave alone is no different from killing someone.He tidied up the man's clothes, raised his eyes and said, "You are also from the rivers and lakes, but Bai Qing and the old man still saved you."

Shen Chichuan was dumb, he knew that he couldn't beat Yan Shijun in this aspect.He had no choice but to obey, and took the man back to the hospital without complaint.

The old Langzhong's body and bones had suffered from the cold recently, and the pain was worse in the middle of the night. It was Yan Shijun who turned on the lamp all night to pull him back from the gate of hell.

On the second day, Yan Shijun went to bed late yesterday and was forced to rest on the bed by Shen Chichuan. He came out of the room when the sun was high and happened to bump into Shen Chichuan who came with breakfast.

What made Shen Chichuan very sad was that Yan Shijun's first sentence was to ask: "Is that person awake?"

Shen Chichuan silently swallowed his unhappiness in his heart: "Just woke up... drank the porridge!"

Hearing that the man had woken up, Yan Shijun raised his foot and ran away. Before Shen Chichuan finished speaking, there was only an afterimage of the other party left.

"Hiss——" Shen Chichuan spent his whole life with a good temper to suppress the rising anger. The relationship was confirmed yesterday, shouldn't it be sweet and greasy today?Why is he thinking about others?