Fast travel: the 101st be

Cheng Yan suddenly remembered what Yuno had said.

If you die, you are dead, so where is the reincarnation, and how can the reincarnation be the same person.

He was noncommittal at that time, feeling that what Ling Ye said was wrong.

It's still the same face, that soul, that soul, even the memory is still there, but because the Mieyang Pill was sealed by some unknown spell, it was sealed along with the memory.

Why not the same person.

Even if the memory is temporarily sealed, it's okay.

He thought that Ling Ye would still be moved when he first saw him, it was born with him, even if it was buried deep in his heart.

He originally wanted to tell Ling Ye the story of Xu Wudu as a story in the future, but it's okay if he can't remember, he fell in love with him again after all.

But he suddenly realized that he was wrong.

What Kono said was correct.

If you die, you are dead, and those who reappear after that are not Xu Wudu.

Cheng Yan, who had been in chaos for a hundred years, seemed to have just been slapped awake.

His husband has been dead for a long time.

Cheng Yan opened her eyes, and found that she was in a strange house, not a magic palace, not Uncle Shen's house, nor Ling Ye's side hall.

It's just that Ling Ye is sitting next to him, and he's the only one.

When Ling Ye saw that he was awake, there was joy in his eyes, and his hiding place was deep.

"All the people have been cleared out of the Mulberry Valley, the enchantment has been reopened, those..." Lingye paused, "The people who died in vain have also been buried, and their families have settled down."

"I have completely destroyed the Magic Cube, and Lord Po Buddha has died. They promised to spare ordinary people in the Demon Realm."

Cheng Yan didn't speak, but listened to him quietly.

Ling Ye held his hand and looked at him fixedly, "You said, what I say is what I say, you will change the bad things, you don't want anything else, it's fine, just stay with me That's it."

Cheng Yan still didn't speak.

"So I don't want the Demon Realm, I don't want the position of the Demon Lord, and I don't want the Cultivation Realm either. From now on, I will stay with me, right here, okay?"

Cheng Yan smiled lightly, "So you opened the barrier and let them in, because you are afraid that you won't be able to beat me, take me away, or destroy the Magic Cube."

"You want to use them to grind Lord Po Buddha to the point of death, and then you act to pretend to be the last blow, and then use a trick to capture Po Buddha Lord, let him abandon everything he has, and then lock him here forever, as a... ..." Cheng Yan thought for a while, "Forbidden?"

Ye Ye frowned suddenly when he heard the word "Jiu", "You have to destroy the world before you give up? Then what am I? A little monk you randomly teased on the road, what is he?"

"You messed him up and turned his world upside down. When you are no longer calm, you no longer have the face to face your benefactor and teacher. Now you clap your hands and leave. What do you think he is?"

Yeah, when is he?

Cheng Yan gave a wry smile, actually speaking of this, he still needs to apologize to Yunye.

That's right, he regretfully regarded him as a substitute for his husband Xu Wudu.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lingye didn't press him, and pinched Cheng Yan's spiritual veins, but there was no sign of recovery of spiritual power.

"Also, where did your spiritual power go?"

Cheng Yu looked at him and smiled for a long time, "I entered the Magic Cube and waited for the time to unify my cultivation, but it seemed that I was stopped in time by the righteous Lord Qingyang. There is justice in the righteous way like Lord Qingyang. Fortunately."

Ling Ye ignored his sarcasm, put his hands back into the quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt, "The medicine should be ready, I'll get it for you."

When he came back again, Ling Ye helped Cheng Yun up, and put two cotton pillows behind him.

He scooped the black soup to Cheng Yan's mouth.

Cheng Yan stared at the medicine in silence for a while.

"It's useful for raising spiritual energy." Ling Ye said.

Cheng Yan's heart suddenly felt sour.

He moved his eyes to Ling Ye's face, and stared into his eyes for a long time, as if he really wanted to see someone else's shadow through him.

"Lingye," he called out, "I'm afraid of suffering."

I'm afraid of suffering, you know?

I can't stand any pain.

Ling Ye took a sip and handed it to him. "I'll drink with you."

Cheng Yan shook his head.

Ling Ye took another sip.

"Even if you drink it with me, it's bitter..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Ye leaned forward, blocked his lips, and poured all the decoction in his mouth into his mouth.

Cheng Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly shed two lines of tears.

You see, even feeding him medicine is so different.

How could they be the same person.

Xu Wudu knew that he was afraid of suffering, so he would make all his medicines sweet by magic.

He was with Xu Wudu, and Xu Wudu never let him touch anything bitter.

It's all sweet.

Ling Ye was taken aback when he got up, he didn't know why Cheng Yun suddenly started to cry.

Grievance, despair, mourning, heartbreak.

Cheng Yan still didn't drink, so Lingye made him drink one mouthful at a time.

There was bitterness between her lips and teeth, and Cheng Yan's tears flowed even more fiercely, almost becoming choked up in the end.

Ling Ye had never seen Cheng Yu like this before, and the last time he went to Xu Wudu's grave to find him, he only saw dried up tears and a calm face on his face.

Besides, he had never seen him cry, let alone cry like this.

He seemed to know why he was crying, but he didn't seem to know.

Holding his cheeks, my heart hurts.

He took Cheng Yan into his arms.

"It's not bitter anymore, it's not bitter anymore..." stroking his hair to comfort him, "Next time if you don't want to drink, just force you to drink."

Cheng Yan closed her eyes in despair.

Even if he suffers with him, it is still suffering.

Cheng Yan broke the defense just once.

Afterwards, it seemed that he had put on his hard armor again, which was ten times stronger than before. Ling Ye never saw him feel aggrieved or show any other signs of weakness.

Give him another medicine, but he swallowed it all without saying a word.

When Lingye talked to him, Cheng Yan was mostly sarcasm and sarcasm.

Ling Yezhi knows that he has resentment in his heart, so it is normal, but he has made up his mind, this is the best result, there is no need for blood to flow into rivers, no need for both sides to suffer, and Cheng Yu does not need to bear the world's infamy.

Mountains and rivers are safe, Haiyan and rivers are clear.

He bet that Cheng Yan was not just playing with himself, but that he had feelings for him after all.

He bet that Cheng Yan would like to stay in this quiet corner with him and not care about worldly affairs.

So he endured Cheng Jin's resentment and anger, and treated Cheng Jin well on his own.

The boundary here is the place he was looking for, and the world doesn't know about it. He set up a barrier so that no one else can get in, nor can Cheng Yu get out.

It’s just that it would be boring to stay for a long time, so Ling Ye would take Cheng Yan down the mountain secretly from time to time to play in disguise.

Take him to see lanterns, admire Buddha mulberry, listen to music...

At first Cheng Yun wasn't very interested, she just watched coldly from the beginning to the end, no matter how hard Ling Ye tried to make him happy.

But after a long time and many times, Ling Ye also felt that the ice on Cheng Yan's body was gradually melting, and he thought it was a good sign.

He didn't know where he learned the face-changing trick. When Cheng Yan turned around, the first thing he saw was a scary mask that was close at hand, but the next second it was replaced by a funny and cute puppet mask.

Cheng Yan was indeed taken aback at first, but later saw Ling Ye kept switching between different masks as if to compensate.

Clumsily trying to please Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yu suddenly felt a little emotional, who would see the unsmiling Lord Qingyang be so humble and flattering one day.

He felt that he couldn't understand Ling Ye more and more. On the one hand, he didn't believe him, and stood on the opposite side to obstruct him time and time again. On the one hand, he brought a reckless army to break his wings and destroy his home. On the other hand, he seemed to love him so much.

Ling Ye changed back to his own face.

"Is it fun?"

Cheng Yan asked him for the first time, "Where did you learn it?"

"I learned it from the busker I saw on the street the day before yesterday."

Cheng Yan didn't ask any more questions, just looked at the man like this.

He was standing by the window looking at the mountains outside in a daze, but was called back by Ling Ye.

At this moment, the mountain wind poured in from the window lattice, and passed through the gap between the two of them, brushing Cheng Yan's hair and Ling Ye's belt.

Ling Ye stood close to him, wrapped his hands around his waist and pulled him closer, leaned over, and pressed his lips with his head sideways, and then raised his head slightly, forcing him to raise his head slightly. his kiss.

Cheng Yan opened her eyes, watching the man's emotional appearance.

She didn't move and suffered his gradual kiss, let him rub, let him press, let him grind, let him pry open the teeth, and then became more and more inseparably entangled together.

After the kiss, Ling Ye pressed against his forehead and breathed lightly.

"Why don't you hide?" Ling Ye said.

Cheng Yan didn't speak.

Ling Ye touched his lips again, "I know you have me in your heart."

When Cheng Yan spoke this time, he shook his head and smiled, "I just remembered something."

"What's the matter?"

"When he kissed me back then, he liked to press my tongue and scratch it."

Seeing that Lingye's face was getting darker, Cheng Yan didn't intend to shut up.

"You're different, you like to roll it."

"Next time you can learn from him."

[The author has something to say: Come on, come on, let's fight.

Hey, the feeling is exactly the same as writing the first story, it’s both uncomfortable and exhilarating, ah...]