I, Long Jun, am not short!

Su Chen, no, it should be called Yan Cijing, Yan Cijing's tone was trembling, but he insisted: "I won't let go."

Chu Xian sneered: "You don't let go? Why don't you let go? Or do you want to be beaten again?"

Yan Cijing still did not let go: "As long as you are willing."

Instead, Chu Xian had nothing to say, and could only say: "You... I don't want to worry about the past with you, let me go!"

Yan Cijing returned to his plain expression, and said in a calm voice, "But I want to argue with you."

Chu Xian raised his head to look at him fiercely. Thousands of years have passed, and the youthful young man has become calm and fierce, much taller than him. Even the exquisite eyebrows and eyes are sharp and indifferent. His appearance is gorgeous and handsome, faintly It made people feel dangerous, and the pair of beautiful fox eyes that he had never forgotten for a long time were no longer clean and clear, but were replaced by deep and piercing eyes.

This is not the well-behaved and obedient Yan Cijing back then, but after so many years, he is still the same Chu Xian, trusting people indiscriminately, soft-hearted indiscriminately, erratic and willful.

Chu Xian raised his lips and smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved: "What are you fussing about with me? I was the one who failed to cross the catastrophe, I was the one who broke all the bones in my body, and I was the one who suffered from bone pain for thousands of years and vomited blood constantly I am the one who is ridiculed by those trash all day long, how can you argue with me?"

He raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, and said in a very ordinary tone: "Yan Cijing, you owe me the blue sea and sky for thousands of years. You should pay me back the spiritual root that I crushed. If it weren't for you, my highness would be the one now Still in high spirits, there's no need to let you see such a mess. You have no right to argue with me, and if I don't argue with you, you should be grateful."

Yan Cijing pursed his lips, he had nothing to say, what else could he say, there was nothing he could argue with, he had no right to argue with Chu Xian.

Just because he can't speak doesn't mean that Chu Xian is also speechless. Chu Xian's raised lips have never been lowered. He spread his blood-stained palms and continued: "Now, seeing this me, are you happy?"

Yan Cijing said softly, "I'm not happy."

He thought about it and read it for thousands of years in Bihai Yuntian, and he didn't read like this Chu Xian, he wasn't such a Chu Xian who was forced by him to be full of resentment but had nowhere to vent it and could only vent it all in his heart on himself.

Chu Xian also said softly: "I'm not happy either."

He said: "You are the king of the demon world, you are the one who rescued me with Suzaku many years ago, right?"

This is a declarative sentence, not a question. A smart person like Chu Xian probably already figured it out. He just doesn't want to say it a lot of the time, it's not like he doesn't know how to say it.Yan Cijing knew he couldn't hide it from him, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

His Highness Long Jun, who never looked up to anyone, raised his chin to look at this beautiful man, and sneered: "Didn't you die then, how did you come out?"

Yan Cijing said: "I don't know about Xianxian, but I have heard of it. Put it to death and live later."

Put it to death before you can live again.

This is an evil skill, but Yan Cijing doesn't care, he is evil and crooked, as for the spiritual root that belongs to the god, it was destroyed once before, and then it was pinched and smashed, so it is useless.

He doesn't blame Chu Xian for throwing him to such a place where life is worse than death, but since he can live, who wants to die?

Chu Xian didn't want to kill the group of demons at the cost of dying together, and Yan Cijing didn't want to either, so he practiced evil skills desperately and walked out of the blue sea and sky.

But Chu Xian is more important than life. Even if Chu Xian really wanted him to die this time, he would still come to see him. He will pay for all the suffering Chu Xian has suffered. countless times.

But he didn't think about what to do if Chu Xian didn't want him.

Chu Xian naturally heard it and knew what it meant.

In fact, it literally means to put it to death, which means to practice evil skills. That evil skill has a nice name, Bi Luo Huang Quan, and it is recorded in the ancient books of the heavens. It is definitely not easy to practice. Why is it difficult to practice Chu Xian? It's not clear, but he knows that practicing this "biluohuangquan" can surpass life and death.

In other words, whether Yan Cijing is alive or dead is no longer under the control of Siming Shenjun and His Royal Highness Underworld.

It was really terrible, Chu Xian thought to himself, he must ask Si Ming what to do when he goes back.

He said: "That's fine, that's fine too. If that's the case, we're settled."

Yan Cijing pursed his lips and asked, "What's clear?"

Chu Xian raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "I threw you into the blue sea and sky, because I broke my bones. You deserved to suffer these thousand years, and now you are done. It is your ability to come out of that place. Your highness made himself into this appearance by himself, and it has nothing to do with you. Yan Cijing, we are clear."

Yan Cijing looked at him silently, Chu Xian smiled indifferently, and said softly, "Let me go, Yan Cijing."

Let me go, and then we will not owe each other, and the rivers and lakes will disappear.

Yan Cijing looked at the reddish wrist pinched by himself, it was unusually thin and pale, but Chu Xian didn't seem to feel it, the corners of his lips were curved, his eyes were smiling, as if he was facing a thousand years ago Just like that cute boy.

Yan Cijing slowly let go of Chu Xian's wrist, and said flatly: "It's late, Xianxian, we can't get it right, and neither of us can get it right."

Chu Xian rubbed his wrist and laughed, "I'll pay you back? What do I owe you and need to pay back?"

Yan Cijing continued to purse his lips and remained silent, Chu Xian didn't want to talk to him, turned around and left, was grabbed again, Yan Cijing grabbed his wrist and turned him around forcefully: "Where are you going?"

This time Chu Xian threw him away easily, and said lazily, "What does it have to do with you?"

Yan Cijing said: "I am with you."

Chu Xian smiled, very strangely, if he had to describe it, it would be like laughing out of anger, or a smile without a smile on his face, and then he said: "The road is open to the sky, each go on one side."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a white aura flying over. Chu Xian couldn't help but quickly grabbed Yan Cijing's wrist and made a dodge. in arms.

Well, if Chu Xian was a little taller, the picture might look a little more normal.

Yan Cijing looked down at the top of his hair, just in time to meet Chu Xian's impatient eyes: "What are you looking at!" Yan Cijing shook his head, secretly put his arms around Chu Xian, and said softly: "I'm so scared!" .”

Chu Xian: "..."

He didn't believe it.

Before the two men started to move, a clear young voice came from not far behind Chu Xian: "Deng Tuzi! Let go of my uncle!"

It was really a boyish voice, it sounded like he was only eleven or twelve years old, Chu Xian was silent for two seconds.

Then he said angrily: "Chu Yanzhi! Who taught you how to use it like this?!"

The author has something to say: (small theater)

Yan Cijing: Whose child was released without taking care of it?So will pick the time? !

Chu Yanzhi: Uncle murdered me

Chu Xian: My family, you have an opinion

Yan Cijing: No, just as cute as Xianxian

Chu Yanzhi: Uncle is so perfunctory

Chu Xian: Good boy, go find your father, don't bother me

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Well, there is something I want to discuss with you.

Chu Xian had a broken bone in the past thousands of years ago, but this incident was briefly explained in Banshi Fusheng. At that time, the writing was too rushed and incomplete.

So, do you want to read this memory? If you can accept it, write it together with Yan Cijing and Xiaomo's friendship journey in Bihaiyuntian. If you can't... then let's talk

I hope everyone will speak up enthusiastically. I will decide whether to write or not based on the comments in the comment area within three days. As for where to write, I will not say.

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