After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

When the new leaves of Yaya tree were stretched out, a black-haired man in black came out from the samsara.

After Fan Wujiu sent himself under Xie Bian's sickle, his soul was shattered, and his consciousness drifted to the piece of remnant soul he gave to the left and right.

It was the remnant soul in his heart.

So he watched Xie Bian sink in Shali, watched Xie Bian sacrifice the divine fire, and watched Xie Bian become holy.

He was finally saved, and the young god sent him into reincarnation.

Fan Wujiu was in a daze for ten days in the reincarnation, and finally regained his spirits. The first person he saw after he walked out was not Xie Bian.

Xu Cang, the Water Lord, and Yang Jie, the awakened Tiger Lord, stood under the Mimi Tree to welcome him.

Suicune was wearing a blue windbreaker, and the shorter tiger was standing beside him in sportswear with folded arms. It was the tall and short young man who clinked cups of tea with Fan Wujiu back then.

"What about An An?"

Fan Wujiu asked, but the two old gods didn't answer him.

Yang Jie walked up to him, jokingly punched Fan Wujiu in the chest: "Okay, Lao Fan, Teacher Xu and I just went out for a trip, and you played yourself to death."

Fan Wujiu's newborn body shrank, dodging the tiger's next move: "Yang Zai, don't make trouble, the old monster is watching, he has a very small mind!"

After finishing speaking, Fan Wujiu caught a glimpse of Xu Cang's sharp eyes, and he was so frightened that he quickly backed away from the tiger.

When old friends reunited, Yang Jie was amused by his words, and he was relieved to see that he was really safe and sound.

"Oh, why bother, if you had asked, I would have helped you no matter what." Yang Jie looked at Fan Wujiu and said regretfully.

In the battle between gods and ghosts, and the incident in Wuwang City, Fan Wujiu walked towards the ending he chose without saying a word, and he didn't even ask the two gods for help.

Fan Wujiu smiled helplessly: "What I owe him, I have to pay it back."

If he could return to Wuwang City earlier, if he could accompany An An when the city was broken, would the ending be different?

Fan Wujiu often thinks this way, not blaming others, but himself.

"Okay." Xu Cang pulled Yang Jie back to his side, looked Lao Fan up and down, "If you don't want to spend the rest of your life by yourself, you'd better go see him quickly."

Fan Wujiu thought: "It's broken!"

When he left without making a sound, kept it from Xie Bian for so long, and even told people to make a clean break, Xie Bian must have been furious.

Xie Bian won't really break up with him, right?

Fan Wujiu was about to run, but the tiger saw his old friend being tossed as soon as he came out of reincarnation, so he couldn't bear to run back to Guhai City with his feet, and raised his hand to summon the gate of nothingness for him.

Fan Wujiu first came out of reincarnation, now he is a real person, without spiritual power, without a magic weapon, if he stumbles into the Yellow Spring Sea, he will be drowned.

Just before Fan Wujiu was about to step into the gate of nothingness, Yang Jie spoke again.

"He is a god now, you are human, between you... Forget it, I have the ability to create the world, I can help you."

As long as the tiger Yang Jie said a word, Fan Wujiu could become a saint at any time, become the fourth god between heaven and earth, and stand side by side with Xie Bian again.

But Lao Fan just waved his hand to thank the tiger for his kindness, and walked into the gate of nothingness without looking back.

Behind Fan Wujiu, Shui Jun held Tiger's hand and stood at the head of Naihe Bridge, quietly said: "Let's see."

……

For the first time, Fan Wujiu felt that the darkness in the Gate of Nothingness was so long. He had walked for a long time and still hadn't come to an end.

If I had known earlier, Yang Jie should have waved and sent him home directly.

Lao Fan thought regretfully, when he suddenly heard a faint breathing in the darkness.

You idiot can't even hide well.

The old hooligan smiled and walked towards the source of the sound calmly.

Learn all the way along the way.

Xie Bian was sullen, and hid in the dark to observe Fan Wujiu, but because he felt the familiar aura again, he unknowingly missed his whereabouts in the excitement, so the young Lord Shenjun could only let the old hooligan approach him step by step.

Not long after, Xie Bian's hand was grabbed and he touched something.

"Fan Wujiu, why don't you wear clothes!"

Xie Bian touched something soft and smooth, it was the skin on Fan Wujiu's chest.

Only then did he suddenly understand what the rustling sounds he had just heard were all about.

He hastily withdrew his hand, but Lao Fan led his hand to touch down: "Young Master Xie wronged someone, and you are wearing pants."

An old hooligan is an old hooligan, and Xie Bian's cheeks burned with shame in just two or three sentences.

Fan Wujiu felt a little regretful, if he still had the same magical powers as before, he would be able to see Xie Bian's expression now in the dark.

But he didn't regret rejecting Tiger's help.

"You touch me."

The old hooligan led Xie Bian's hand to touch his chest again.

His body is no longer as cold as it used to be. Under the skin is a scorching soul. The Lingtai is also safe and sound, and his body temperature is still a little hot.

"I'm a living person now, not a ghost."

Fan Wujiu held Xie Bian's hand tightly, trying to rub the child who was too awkward to see him into his body.

Xie Bian raised his head blankly.

He is human.

"You are different, you are a god."

He is God.

"If you don't like me, or if I displease you, or even if you are just tired of me, you can take my life at any time, or let me be sad, sick, and die of old age like an ordinary human being. "

From the moment he gave up his godhood, he put his life in Xie Bi'an's hands.

"You are the third god in this world, you have the right to decide everything, including me."

If Xie Bian is willing, he will accompany him for a long time; if Xie Bian is not willing, he will die at any time.

Fan Wujiu gave the right to choose to the young Lord Shenjun, together with his heart and everything about him.

He chose to use his human identity to love his God.

Before Xie Bian could react, Fan Wujiu pulled him into his arms and pressed him tightly to his chest.

"An'an, don't be angry, don't cry."

The young Shenjun hadn't learned to be cold and put on airs, hot tears slid down his cheeks onto Old Fan's body, Fan Wujiu had no choice but to bow his head and kiss him, together with the tears and Xie Bi'an's grievance.

Xie Bian's tears were choked up, and his eyelashes could only flutter meaninglessly.

The old hooligan's kiss burned his face, his affection burned his heart,

"What a god, why are you still crying?" Fan Wujiu coaxed, and distracted Xie Bi'an's attention with his nonsense skills.

He put Xie Bian's hand on his chest muscles, and taught Lord Shenjun how to touch this lump of flesh.

Xie Bian finally calmed down amidst his shyness.He withdrew himself from Fan Wujiu's arms and stood in front of the old rascal.

Fan Wujiu thought he was being shy, and thought that the child was still too thin-skinned, so he turned around with a sigh, picked up the clothes on the ground and prepared to put them on.

But the moment he bent down, Fan Wujiu felt something flew into his spiritual altar. He was so familiar with that thing, it was as if he had lost it and found it again.

He returned the benevolent soul that Xie Bian gave him before he died.

The benevolent soul he gave to Xie Bian was also returned by Lord Shenjun.

What is condensed in the good soul is the merit of Mr. Wuchang who walked the world for thousands of years to slay demons and eliminate evil spirits.

Now that Xie Bian has become a god, the spiritual energy of the world can be used at will, so it is useless to ask for such a small merit.He returned the good soul to Fan Wujiu, along with half of his divine power.

"I want you to live as long as I do."

Xie Bian said so.

The cold spiritual power from his previous life is still sealed by reincarnation in his body, and with these gifts from Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu can easily return to his peak moment as a ghost king.

One will be a good god, and the other will be a ghost king.

In Fan Wujiu's heart, something else was beating.

This person is still the same as before, willing to give him all his best things.

After Xie Bian finished all this, he seemed to have forgiven Old Fan, but when Fan Wujiu's knuckles came over, the young Lord Shenjun still decided to leave.

"Don't be angry." The old hooligan didn't give him a chance to escape from himself. He used the spiritual power bestowed by the Lord Shenjun to seal the exit and entrance of the gate of nothingness.

"There are only the two of us here, have you forgotten what Mr. Xie promised me?"

Fan Wujiu's dressing action was delayed, so now he is still half naked, Xie Bian's back is pressed against his chest, his waist is being hugged, the old rascal's cold body temperature is no longer burning into his heart.

Xie Bian could no longer speak a word.

"Huh? If you forget, I can help Lord Shenjun recall the memories."

After the old hooligan finished speaking, he kissed Xie Bian's left shoulder through his clothes.

The benevolent soul sent by Xie Bi'an was put back on his left shoulder, and Fan Wujiu was very familiar with this group of things that had accompanied him for thousands of years.

But because of this familiarity, the little stone without a good soul was urged by Fan Wujiu's hands, and the stars kept flying out, shining like a galaxy full of stars in the gate of nothingness.

Fan Wujiu kissed his young lover whom he reunited after a long absence under the starry sky.

Said he wanted to help people remember, Fan Wujiu's hands really started to help, he pushed off Lord Shenjun's lapel, slipped to the altar, and used the method he just taught Xie Bian to caress him by precept and example.

down.

Sink.

"Fan Wujiu, don't..."

The words overflowing from Xie Bian's throat when he was struggling were also kissed by the old hooligan, and he broke them apart, crushed them, and swallowed them into his stomach.

"An'an, don't reject me."

This was the last decent sentence Fan Wujiu uttered when he still decided to be an individual.

His body is no longer as cold as before, so he can easily set Xie Bian on fire, and pull the young Lord Shenjun into the flames of affection, entangled and kissed.

"An'an, hold me and don't fall."

Xie Bian's hair became a pen in Fan Wujiu's hand, and he wrote the names of two people on Xie Bian's back with his fingertips, each stroke set Xie Bian's soul on fire.

"An An."

With his gentle sound, Xie Bian finally softened his body and completely fell into the arms of the old rascal.

White hair and black hair entangled, another night of spring breeze.

……

Xie Bian leaned vainly on Fan Wujiu's smooth chest, letting the old rascal tie up his long hair that was messed up by him.

With his spiritual power restored, under the light of the stars, Fan Wujiu finally saw Xie Bian's full head of white hair clearly.

Xie Bian held the belief that he must die, and ignited his divine fire in the evil of impermanence.

So it turned white in a flash.

Fan Wujiu held his hair distressedly: "You are stupid, can't you wait for the old god to come back and let him deal with it?"

Xie Bian just regained his composure, drooping his wrist with little strength, and patted Fan Wujiu's waist.

"My sister is gone, I just want to hug you."

"Fool."

Fan Wujiu tied up his hair and tidied himself up, then kissed his forehead reverently.

"You are a god, you can do anything if you want."

Including giving my sister a new life.

Hope was rekindled in Xie Bian's eyes, he raised his arm and stretched it to the back of Fan Wujiu's head, with a sudden force, he pulled out a hair of the old rascal.

"You said before that you would punish me like this, and I have to pay it back like this, so that you can remember."

Xie Bian dangled that black hair in front of Fan Wujiu, speaking threatening words in a gentle tone.

Fan Wujiu didn't allow him to risk his life, but he easily lost his own.

Lao Fan can't teach by words and deeds, Xie Bian wants him to develop this memory.

Fan Wujiu didn't expect that he would still remember this place, he tenderly kissed the hand that was holding his hair, sincerely held Xie Bian's knuckles, and called Xie Bian's name.

"An An."

Xie Bian was finally relieved.

The hands of the two are tightly held together, and life and death can no longer separate them.

"Come on, let's go home."

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Lao Fan: My main experience in chasing my wife is not to be a human being! (in various senses)

The name of this unit echoes that of the first unit, and the soul dream is the same as the king a few times!