Peach wood

Shu Huai drew his sword out of its sheath, his eyes lingering on the sharp sword.This is his sword, a treasure he got from the Emperor of Heaven.He has owned this sword for more than [-] years, but to this day, he still has not understood the beauty of it.

The things of the Emperor of Heaven must not be simple, and Mu Hua's expression and attitude also showed this point.The book pocket carefully looked at the sword body, trying to find out any differences from the sword, such as patterns, such as commemorative marks, but the fact is that there is nothing special about it at all.

It seems to stand out by virtue of its ordinary appearance, becoming an inconspicuous and unassuming sword of the Emperor of Heaven.

Shu Huai returned the sword into the sheath, and his fingers unconsciously slid across the scabbard.Suddenly, a weak tremor came from the fingertips and gradually spread to the whole body. He took a deep breath, and he knew that it was the spiritual energy in the sword fluctuating again.Ever since he took the sword from the Emperor of Heaven, that aura has been lingering around him. The Emperor of Heaven once said that he hoped that he could merge with the aura in the sword as soon as possible to make up for the lack of his mortal body, but more than 700 years have passed No, the aura in this sword still couldn't integrate into his body.

What exactly went wrong?Shuhuai sighed softly, a strange idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

In this world, he was probably the only one who would have such thoughts.

This is undoubtedly a stupid and inefficient method. If the Emperor of Heaven is still there, I am afraid that he will be very disappointed to see him use such a stupid way to fuse and absorb the spiritual energy in the sword.However, now that the Heavenly Emperor is gone, even the Demon King has also disappeared. The three realms are full of chaos, and there is no room for him to think carefully, and he is not allowed to think about it. There is only one effective solution left in front of him.

Shuhuai held the sword in his arms and leaned back.In an instant, the surrounding scenery rotated rapidly, converging into countless small dark dots.His soul was also sucked into those tiny black holes, and he forced himself into a deep sleep.

Wen Yanzhi pushed open the door, and saw him lying on the bed without any surprise. Outside his body, wisps of spiritual energy escaped from the sword, and white silk strings wrapped around his limbs.The ghost envoy pursed his lips, knowing what choice Shuhuai had made, he hesitated in front of the door for a long time, finally opened the door and entered, and quietly took away the ever-burning lamp placed on the table.

Shuhuai sleeps for 100 years.The moment he woke up, there was a dead silence surrounding him in all directions.He looked up at the wooden table and found that there was no lamp on the table.

The lamp is gone, and the snow suit is gone.

But Shuhuai didn't panic.To him, the 100 years of sleeping with his sword in his arms is actually nothing but a long dream.Whether it was a good dream or a nightmare, he had to wake up in the end. He understood that during the hundred years of his sleep, the entire underworld would not change much.

As if to confirm his guess, the girl's silver bell-like laughter came from outside the door, and after a while, a girl in white appeared outside the door with a lamp and smiled at him.

"Brother is so lazy, he can sleep for 100 years." Facing her elder brother, Xue Yi could laugh at him unabashedly, she knew that he would not be angry because of this, the two of them have lived together for hundreds of years, and they have always been like this.

As expected, Shu Huai was not angry. He tried to run the aura in his body, and found that the aura was indeed different from before.It seems that the stupid method has brought unexpected results, the corners of Shuhuai's mouth can't help but rise slightly.He beckoned to his sister and called her to come to his side.

Xue Yi put down the ever-burning lamp, and swooped down on Shu Huai.If she grows up, Shuhuai will definitely not be able to bear it, but she is still a child, and Shuhuai can bear the weight of a child.

Shuhuai tidied up her sister's messy temple hair, whispering to each other.Xueyi talked with his elder brother about the situation of Hades in the past hundred years, and none of this exceeded Shuhuai's expectations.He listened, yawned, and suddenly caught the commotion outside.He heard big ghosts and little ghosts calling for ghost emissaries, and guessed it was Wen Yanzhi who came to wake him up.

No one knows how many times Wen Yanzhi came to Shuhuai in the past hundred years.Seeing that the room is spotless, it must be a ghost who suspects him of being quiet and personally helps him clean the room.Shuhuai shrugged his shoulders, but he showed no gratitude to Wen Yanzhi. He whispered a few words to his sister, trying to coax her back into the ever-burning lamp, and then lay down and pretended to be asleep.

Xue Yi obeyed her elder brother, whatever Shuhuai asked her to do, she would really do it.Now Shuhuai told her to hide in the lamp, she turned into light smoke and slowly floated into the lamp.

And Shuhuai also lay down honestly, and continued to sleep with his big head while holding the sword.

The ghost really came, and everything that followed was as expected by Shuhuai.But just when he thought the other party would leave after shouting twice, Wen Yanzhi suddenly started talking to him.

"Ming Jun said that he will find you a ghost in the Hades and let you marry her." Wen Yanzhi said solemnly, "When you wake up, the marriage will be a big deal, and the banquet will be held from the Hades to ... Heavenly Palace."

This is too exaggerated.Shu Huai was horrified.The desire to survive forced him to open his mouth, rejecting Mingjun's proposal: "I will not marry a wife in this life, thank you Mingjun for your kindness."

"Aren't you still sleeping?" The ghost frowned, his eyes narrowed, and he reached out to poke Shuhuai's eyelids.

"It is true that my body is still asleep, but my spirit has returned to its place. What is talking to you is not my sleeping body, but my waking mind." Shuhuai pretended to be calm, and continued, "You Believe me, I have absolutely no possibility of marrying a wife in this life, and I will never be tempted by this person."

"Stop farting on me!" Wen Yanzhi yelled, "You lazy idiot, hurry up and get up for me! Fate is determined by God, where is it your turn to be so tempted to say it here!"

A hundred years is like a dream, and a dream lasts a hundred years.

Shuhuai propped his chin, his eyes followed Mo Yun who was sitting opposite the stone table.

So beautiful, so beautiful, the more you look at it, the more beautiful it becomes.

How can there be such a beautiful face in the world?

"What are you looking at?" Mo Yun put down the knife in his hand, glanced at the book, and looked at the place covered by his collar intentionally or unintentionally, "Where is it itching again?"

"What are you talking about, you can't finish it." Shuhuai thought of the crooked place, and immediately blushed, "I think you look good, why do you take a second look? You are my man, I can't see it yet?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it." The little demon king lowered his head and continued to pick at the wood carving in his hand.However, not long after, he raised his head again and jokingly said, "I asked you if you were bitten by a mosquito. Do you think I said you were itchy? Be more stable when you are older. Don't think about things you shouldn't think about every day." thing."

"Why, what are the things you shouldn't think about? If you shouldn't think about it, then you shouldn't do it, but I see that you move very happily every night." Shuhuai whispered, "You two hundred and five."

It seems that Shuhuai will never forget the matter of two hundred and five for the rest of his life.Embarrassed and wanting to laugh, Mo Yun repeatedly raised his hand several times, but failed to cut the knife, so he temporarily stopped carving, and solemnly corrected Shuhuai's mistake: "It's been 100 years, and you're still saying Who is Two Hundred Five?"

"Then let me create a new word for you." Shuhuai laughed loudly, "Three hundred and five are unique in heaven and earth."

"I think you are itching." Mo Yun threw away the knife and wood carving, stretched his hand across the table to grab the pocket of the book, and the latter immediately began to hide around the table for fear of being caught by him and tidying up.

A hundred years is like a dream, and a dream lasts a hundred years.

To Shuhuai, 100 years is like a moment.

100 years is not enough, and being together for 100 years is not enough.He still wants to have more, and he also wants to spend many, many centuries with Mo Yun.

"Compared to what you were 100 years ago, there is really no difference." Mo Yun finally held the book in his hand, shook his head and sighed slightly, "Lazy and untidy."

"You have changed so much." Shuhuai deliberately rubbed against him, "If it was 100 years ago, if you had a hundred courage, you wouldn't dare to move a finger of mine."

"Who said that?" Mo Yun laughed.

"I said it!" Shuhuai said loudly.

The author has something to say: it's over.

I wish me a happy birthday tomorrow. I am finally an adult and can go to Internet cafes without being blocked. This is real happiness.

In fact, this whole article is a dream of mine. I had a dream, and exactly 100 years passed in the dream.

I'm awake now, good morning.