The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Although the sky was darkened by Fang Yan when He Zhouyue was sleeping, it was actually dusk, when he opened his eyes, the sky was already pale.

His throat was dry, and even breathing was painful.

Fortunately, there was this bit of pain that made him feel real.

It turned out to be a dream.

He Zhouyue let out a long breath of foul air.

He dreamed that his master would ascend to the top, and his brother would succeed Yuan Shuo No. 60 as the head of the sixth generation.

The celestial music spread from the main peak of the residence to the outside of the mountain gate, making the Lingtai clear and bright. If there is an epiphany, the blue precious light will stop an inch in front of his feet, which is where Yuan Shun's mountain protection array is located.

The resident Neishan called the new head, but he stood alone outside, looking up at the main peak at the top of the mountain, imagining his seniors and fellow disciples wearing school uniforms, among more than 60 generations of ancestors The tidy and solemn scene in front of the statue.

But he couldn't even enter the Yuanxie resident.

The master said that today's fruit is the cause of the day before, because he planted it himself, and he shouldn't have delusional thoughts about face, but the dream magnified his most real desire, and illness and alcohol made him rare and vulnerable.

In reality, he would never run to the gate of Yuanshou Mountain, nor would he dare to whisper something like senior brother don't want him, and he wouldn't even think about it on weekdays.

What he can do for the master now is to find out the mastermind behind the Dashenmen, and then strike him seventy or eighty times with the thunder to see if the other party dares to pour dirty water on the uncle's head.

"Are you awake?" Fang Yan's voice sounded from the side of the bed.

He Zhouyue raised his eyes to see that Fang Yan was still wearing the frosty white clothes he saw yesterday, did he guard him here all night?

He was supported by Fang Yan to lean against the head of the bed, and he took the tea handed by Fang Yan and drank it.

The water temperature is just right.

Immediately afterwards was the medicine roasted by the divine fire. In case he felt bitter, a small dish of candied fruit was prepared.

The leader of the Immortal League who makes the entire comprehension world fear and submit is always extraordinarily considerate in small details in private, as long as Fang Yan thinks, he can lift you up to the sky.

It was also the huge contrast between this person's predecessors and his future that gave He Zhouyue the illusion that she was deeply loved.

He Zhouyue chewed and swallowed the candied fruit silently, the bitter taste in his mouth was diluted a lot.

Fang Yan said affectionately: "Such an adult, he still takes medicine like a child."

He Zhouyue: "Who would like to drink medicine?"

Fang Yan: "Then drink less when you are sick, do you feel better now?"

He Zhouyue could feel Fang Yan's warm spiritual power flowing in his body, so Fang Yan must have troubled him a lot that night.

He suppressed the complexity in his heart, and said lightly: "Thank you, it's much better."

"What are you talking about between me and you?" Fang Yan squeezed his fingers, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Although she was still a little groggy, but it was dawn, and there was no need to go back to sleep, He Zhouyue shook her head: "No need."

Hearing this, Fang Yan rolled onto the bed, gently embraced him in front of his chest, and rubbed his earlobe sideways: "Then talk to you for a while."

Surrounded by the familiar atmosphere, with a strong heartbeat next to his ears, and a sharp jawline in his sideways eyes, all senses were caught in a trap called Fang Yan, He Zhouyue took a step faster than his reason, and took the lead in relaxing.

Fang Yan said softly, "Why don't you wear the original blue clothes?"

He Zhouyue prevaricates casually: "Change the taste."

Fang Yan didn't worry too much about the color of the clothes, and patted his forearm lightly with his palm: "I was often injured when I was practicing when I was a child, but Master rarely gave me medicine, and basically just bandaged it casually." Continue practicing the next day."

This is the first time Fang Yan talked about his past, and He Zhouyue found it fresh: "Respecting the teacher is quite strict."

Fang Yan didn't know where to look: "Yeah, thinking about it now, it was actually quite fulfilling at that time."

Although Fang Yan is laughing at himself, it is enough for He Zhouyue to simply outline the embryonic form of Fang Yan's childhood from these few words. To achieve the achievements he has today, life probably was not so easy in the past.

He asked, "What happened after that?"

Fang Yan: "After the master is gone, I think the world is not peaceful, so I did what I could."

He Zhouyue faintly smiled: "You are not afraid of being beaten if you say 'whatever you can'."

"That's just good for exercising your muscles and bones." Fang Yan followed up with a laugh, "Where's Day and Moon? Is your master strict?"

He Zhouyue's Adam's apple twitched, and her long eyelashes drooped slightly: "Master is a very kind person and treats me very well."

"What happened later?" Fang Yan's voice was deep and slow, with indescribable bewilderment, He Zhouyue subconsciously fell into the memories.later……

Later, the master saw that he had a heart knot because of his status, and was afraid that the evil spirit would affect his cultivation, so he let him go down the mountain to find his relatives.

After staying in the He family for 50 years, he met Fang Yan again. Even if he failed to pass the love test, the master never reprimanded him.

It is he who is sorry for Master.

He Zhouyue's mood was quite low: "Later, Master was gone, and I also wanted to do something within my power."

As if feeling distressed, Fang Yan hugged him even tighter: "Is there anyone else in the Riyue division?"

He Zhouyue was about to answer when he suddenly woke up.

Why did Fang Yan talk to him about the unknown past today?It seems to be ordinary gossip, but it seems to be leading him to talk outside...

Either he was thinking too much, or Fang Yan discovered something.

He Zhouyue tentatively asked: "Why do you think of saying this?"

Fang Yan: "Just chatting casually, I want to know more about you."

He Zhouyue: "When I asked you about your past, you didn't seem to want to talk about it."

"Is this Zhouyue holding grudges?" Fang Yan couldn't laugh or cry, "Then how about I talk more with you?"

I haven't asked a question for 50 years, and now I want to know more about what I say, not to mention that He Xiting is in the Qingluan Temple in Qingluan Mountain. If he believes in Fang Yan, he might not be kicked in the head by a donkey.

That day in Xingding Palace, Fang Yan and Feng Zui tested each other, watertight, tongue-in-cheek, Feng Zui seemed to have no loss, but judging from the information Fang Yan had on the demon world, he was actually caught a lot.

But now, the person being clichéd has become him.

He Zhouyue said impatiently, "What exactly do you want to know?"

Fang Yan thought about He Zhouyue's completely blank past, and planned to lead people to say something more, but he never thought that he would be seen through so quickly.

He sighed, as if he was compromising: "Does Dayue still have a senior brother?"

He Zhouyue: "Why do you ask that?"

Fang Yan: "Yesterday you were unconscious and kept calling you brother in your dreams."

He Zhouyue was dumb.

Sure enough, it was too hot.

He angrily said, "What else did I say?"

Fang Yan changed his posture, and bent down with a vague sense of oppression: "It's nothing else, it's just that Zhouyue can't explain it to me?"

He Zhouyue: "My brother and I have only brotherhood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yan pinched his chin and lifted it up.

Because of the unique fire root in his body, Fang Yan's body temperature is much higher than that of ordinary people, and it always seems oppressive when he doesn't deliberately cover up his aura.

In the eyes of Peach Blossom who was still full of affection just now, the warm lake water gathered into a bottomless vast ocean at some point, and the waves were churning and rushing under the dark clouds, as if they were going to swallow him at any time.

"Brotherhood, will you keep shouting in your dreams to tell him not to abandon you?"

While being ashamed, He Zhouyue felt a little relieved, it turned out that was just like this.

He thought of what Fang Yan had asked him in Qingluan Hall, and asked back, "Are you jealous?"

There was a sudden pause in the violent wind and rain, and even Fang Yan couldn't hide the momentary astonishment at such a close distance.

He Zhouyue took the opportunity to push the person away: "Senior brother and I really have nothing to do, well, Qu Yin is waiting for you outside, or there is something important."

Fang Yan's expression changed a few times, and finally returned to his previous calm expression.

He Zhouyue secretly laughed at himself, how could Fang Yan be jealous of him, he sat up straight and straightened his sleeves, without raising his eyes: "I'm not in good health, so I won't see you off."

There was a slight movement from behind. Just when he thought Fang Yan was about to leave, his shoulders sank suddenly, and he was tightly trapped in the opponent's arms together with his arms. Then there was a stabbing pain in his neck, which made him raise his chin unconsciously. A straight white line was drawn from the neck.

But Fang Yan refused to let him go, holding his exposed soft flesh and grinding it between his teeth.

"Ziyue is mine, shouldn't I be jealous?"

It is still Phoenix Forest.

He Zhouyue's fever always came and went quickly, and after only two doses of medicine, he recovered as before, and his body adjusted to the best state, always ready for the next attack.

Before he recovers from his illness, he will never drink a drop of alcohol, so he can't make troubles like talking in his sleep.

He didn't go back to Chongluan Hall, sometimes Fang Yan would sit with him in the hut in the forest for a while, and spent more time alone.

Half of it is for the sake of cleanliness, no one will come here to provoke him except Fang Yan, and the other half is to see more of this forest.

He really loves Fang Yan, otherwise he wouldn't have left Yuanxie and resolutely devoted himself to the world of mortals who had been dismissive of him before.

If you are ruthless, everyone knows the reason why I should die, but if it really falls on me, I still feel a little afraid of pain if I have to goug out my heart and flesh to part with it.

The half-turned travel notes were spread flat on his lap, but He Zhouyue couldn't read it any longer, he couldn't go back to the original place, and he didn't want to stay in Xianmeng after the uncle's matter was resolved.

The world is so big, it is the same wherever you go, there is nothing to pick and choose.

He closed the travel notes and put them aside, and saw a simple and solemn ancient sword galloping from the sky, barely stopping an inch from the ground, and following Runyuan jumped off the top, he ran towards him enthusiastically and pointed With a pinch, the ancient sword turned into blue light and dissipated out of thin air.

"Brother! I found a cure for your illness!"

Runyuan previously returned to Yuanxie to participate in the succession ceremony of his senior brother, and this is his return.

He Zhouyue was afraid that Runyuan would run too fast and fall, so he went down the steps to help him: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

Run Yuan said happily: "I'm not in a hurry to come back and treat your illness!"

He Zhouyue: "Let the sickness go first, brother..."

Halfway through the conversation, the expressions of the two of them changed, and they both looked at the poinciana tree by the roadside.

He Zhouyue called out Liu Hua immediately, and in the blink of an eye, a lightning-fast sword energy flew out: "Get out."

The air behind the poinciana tree began to twist, and a verdant green figure stepped onto the green wood brick road, with smiling eyes: "Congratulations, brother, he is about to recover from his illness."