Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin didn't reply for a while after hearing Fu Heng's words. He still recalled the details of Jinyue Temple in his mind, and always felt that he seemed to be vaguely ignoring something important.

His temples hurt a little from thinking about it, and he rubbed his forehead, not going to think about it anymore.

The carriage moved forward again slowly, and finally stopped in front of a temple. Sheng Rufei settled down and went down.

Thinking this way, he said "Brother, wait for me for a while", and got back into the carriage by himself.

The carriage was quiet, and on the table was a maze wooden plate made for him by Sheng Rufei, and beside it was a bunch of bright flowers.

The curtain of the carriage was blown up by the wind, and the leaves outside were rustling. Lin Sijin picked up the bouquet and the small wooden plate, and when he leaned over slightly, the scarecrow in his arms fell down.

With a slight "bang", his line of sight paused slightly.

The scarecrow was obviously made according to Sheng Rufei, but the little man who was originally intact has changed his appearance at this moment.The scarecrow's silver hair was stained with blood, there was a wound on his face, and a hole was stabbed in his heart, and his clothes were smudged with deep red.

It looked as if a hole had been opened in the heart, and the blood flowed down, and the whole scarecrow was almost stained with blood.

Lin Sijin seemed to be stabbed in the heart, and an invisible premonition spread in his heart. Just as his fingertips were about to touch the scarecrow, the scarecrow turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated on the spot.

He stayed in the carriage for a long time, and the image of the silver-haired little man with a hole in his heart kept appearing in his mind, and he didn't recover for a long time.

It wasn't until the sound of his fingertips tapping on the wooden board came from outside that he came back to his senses and took the remaining bouquet and small wooden plate down.

He supported the board and got out of the carriage. They were resting in the ruined temple today. When they came to Sheng Rufei, Sheng Rufei's eyes fell on the bouquet in his arms and he paused for a moment.

Lin Sijin didn't know how to tell Sheng Rufei, he hadn't spoken yet, but Sheng Rufei did.

There was a bit of coldness in his voice.

"Where did this come from?"

"Senior brother didn't give it to me..." Lin Sijin caught something out of the corner of his eye, and his voice froze slightly.He didn't notice it at first, but looking at it now, the flowers are too rich and colorful, looking at them in clusters, as if they were stained with blood, and there are many protrusions on them, like a patchwork of distorted human faces.

At first glance, it seems that the densely packed, distorted human faces seem to want to break free from it.

Lin Sijin's back felt cold, his hand slipped, and the bouquet fell to the ground.

He still doesn't understand why Sheng Rufei didn't send this flower, and when he looked at it in the morning, it was clear that there was no human face.

"It was on the table in the morning, I thought it was given to me by my brother," Lin Sijin moved her fingertips slightly, so it seems that the scarecrow was not prepared by Sheng Rufei.

Who would that be?What the hell did Moxiu do?When did they get into the carriage, why didn't they notice?

Lin Sijin remembered that the Scarecrow's mouth had been cut open, and wondered what Fang Scarecrow's behind-the-scenes meant, was it to be detrimental to Sheng Rufei?

"It's not me," Sheng Rufei tapped on it with her long sword, and the rich bouquet instantly turned into a black mist and scattered, and there was a heart-piercing cry.

"Pretending to be a ghost," Sheng Rufei touched the carriage with her fingertips, her voice was low and cold, an invisible barrier opened, and with a "bang", something dissipated in midair.

"This flower blooms in Wuxu City, and its name is Wraith. It usually means that it will go to purgatory. It is a token of love used by demon cultivators in courtship."

Lin Sijin was a little confused when he heard that, who would use a flower full of human faces to court him?

"Then when did he put it up, I didn't notice it."

The breath around Sheng Rufei was cold, and he said for a while, "It should be when we change the bones. There is a formation on it, which is hidden on weekdays, and will only appear when triggered."

"Apart from flowers, have you found anything else?"

Thinking of the scarecrow, Lin Sijin subconsciously said "no". He stepped forward and grabbed Sheng Rufei's sleeve, looking at the position of Sheng Rufei's heart, it was fine there.

He looked at it again and again, and remembered that there was a wound on the scarecrow's face, which was exactly the same as the one on Sheng Rufei's face.

Sheng Rufei then checked the carriage again, and he watched from the side. After Sheng Rufei finished checking, the two of them stepped into the ruined temple together.

There are many such ruined temples. It is rumored that thousands of years ago, the Xianmen suffered a catastrophe. The demon clan, the human race, and the Xianmen were all implicated. Faith, many temples were built to worship the gods.

Lin Sijin was thinking about the wound on Sheng Rufei's face, and when he saw Sheng Rufei's injury, it seemed that there was a small stab in his heart. After he stepped into the temple, he pulled Sheng Rufei to sit on the futon, and wanted to help Sheng Rufei. Ru Fei sees the injury.

"When I saw it just now, it was still black, but now it has turned red again, which is different from the previous situation where it was contaminated with evil spirit."

Sheng Rufei's breath has been very restrained since just now, and he doesn't know what he's thinking. He guesses it's because of the bouquet of flowers, and he doesn't know who is behind it.

He touched the wound on Sheng Rufei's face with his fingertips, lowered his head slightly, and looked closely for a while.The blood inside is indeed bright red, and there is no trace of being contaminated with evil spirits.

"Brother, does it hurt? How did this happen?"

"I touched it by accident." Sheng Rufei's eyes reflected his face, and he answered very simply, "I have already applied the medicine before."

"Is that my mistake?" Lin Sijin took out the wound medicine from his storage bag, and he used the kind to detoxify the demon poison. He was a little worried, and gave Sheng Rufei another medicine.

"It's safer to do it again," Lin Sijin asked, still standing, "Are you injured anywhere else?"

Sheng Rufei shook his head, his eyes fell on his shoulders and paused for a moment.

He was looked at by Sheng Rufei, and belatedly remembered that he still had a wound on his shoulder, and Sheng Rufei helped him temporarily seal it with spiritual power, so it didn't hurt so much.

Now that I think about it, it hurts again.

He sat down on the futon slowly, and Sheng Rufei repaired the cracked bone for him, and he didn't feel any pain during the period, it seemed that his skin and flesh were separated by subtle spiritual power, and he felt as uncomfortable as if he had been given anesthesia to pain.

"Brother, let's rest here, will the magician catch up?"

"It's possible," Sheng Rufei touched his shoulder with her fingertips, rubbed him twice through the clothes, and then withdrew her hand.

"If you are not feeling well, go to bed early, and I will keep watch."

"Why don't I stay in the middle of the night." Lin Sijin looked at the wound on Sheng Rufei's face, still feeling a little palpitating, "We will divide into two rounds, and if there is any abnormality, I will call you immediately."

Sheng Rufei didn't speak, and lit a lamp on the side.The temple was illuminated, and the light and shadow gathered together to reflect half of the side face of the statue. The statue folded its hands together, as if temporarily providing them with shelter.

"Brother, did you listen to me?" Lin Sijin poked Sheng Rufei's arm, "Are you tired after a busy day, I'll stay up late at night, you should have a good rest."

"I can meditate," Sheng Rufei said, "I don't need to sleep."

"Sleep with you." Sheng Rufei's voice was cold.

Lin Sijin let out an unhappy "Oh", he couldn't resist Sheng Rufei, his eyes fell on Sheng Rufei's chest again, he leaned over and lay down on it, he could feel the warmth and the lively heartbeat through the skirt of his clothes.

He lay in Sheng Rufei's arms for a while, and got up again after a while, stroking Sheng Rufei's chest with his fingertips, "Senior brother, do you feel uncomfortable in your chest?"

Sheng Rufei looked at him, his eyes paused slightly, "Never."

"It's fine if you don't have one," Lin Sijin withdrew his gaze. He touched Sheng Rufei's palm for a while, touched Sheng Rufei's fingertips for a while, and touched Sheng Rufei's face for a while. Withdraw your hand.

Sheng Rufei asked him with his eyes, but he didn't explain, and said casually, "I just touch."

He wanted to memorize the differences in Sheng Rufei several times, so as not to be deceived later.

There are thin calluses on Sheng Rufei's fingertips, a shallow scar on the tail finger of his right hand, a very shallow mole behind the earlobe, a bead on his lips, eyelashes that sweep his palms, and other places ... He doesn't know about other places.

He belatedly remembered that Sheng Rufei had seen him take off his clothes several times, but he had never seen Sheng Rufei.

Sheng Rufei has always been tightly wrapped around the ground, and he hasn't seen it until now.

After thinking about it wildly, he felt a little sleepy, a double image appeared in front of his eyes, and he was still tugging at a corner of Sheng Rufei's robe with his fingertips before going to bed.

"Brother, does it really hurt?"

He muttered vaguely, because he was too sleepy, he didn't pay attention to Sheng Rufei's reply, Sheng Rufei seemed to say "hmm", and then he was relieved and fell asleep slowly.

The night was long, and Lin Sijin saw the scarecrow again in his dream. In the dream, he was from a third perspective. He saw himself and Sheng Rufei outside, and there were other people in the carriage.

The man was wearing a black robe with a pattern of feathers and cranes singing on it. He couldn't see his face clearly while wearing a bamboo hat. After putting down the bloody scarecrow and wraith flower, he disappeared.

The silver-haired scarecrow was lying alone on the coffee table, with a hole in its heart, like a broken rag doll.

In Lin Sijin's dream, the screen quickly changed, and the scarecrow in the screen suddenly turned into Sheng Rufei.In front of him, the silver-haired boy had a bloody hole in his heart, his cold face became pale and bloodless, and his cheeks were stained with a glaring crimson.

He woke up suddenly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Sheng Rufei's cuff was still clenched with his fingertips, he subconsciously leaned over to listen to Sheng Rufei's heartbeat.

Hearing Sheng Rufei's heartbeat, he was relieved a little. Sheng Rufei took off his coat and put it on him, and asked him in a low voice, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Lin Sijin nodded. He touched Sheng Rufei's chest, which was still warm. He felt pain in his shoulder because of too much reaction, so he touched it himself.

There was a little heat from the shoulder, and the pain gradually disappeared. He looked up at Sheng Rufei's face, Sheng Rufei's eyes were still cold, and his lowered eyes were serious and focused, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Lin Sijin was a little stunned, his voice was very low, and he slowly fell asleep leaning on Sheng Rufei's shoulder. peace of mind.

When he fell asleep, he felt the tip of his nose being touched. He felt a familiar breath, so he ignored it and gradually fell asleep.

A corner of the temple was surrounded by candlelight, and there was endless darkness outside.In the darkness, groups of black mist loomed, some red flowers were in full bloom, and the Wraith Flowers were connected to each other. The deep red was as thick as blood silk, as if they were silently declaring the master's intentions.