dirty stuff

After the turmoil completely subsided, Sheng Feng bid farewell to Huang Rongxin again in a hurry. He didn't want Huang Rongxin to take over the position of team leader of the seventh group. He was under too much pressure and the burden on his shoulders was too heavy. old man.

Sheng Feng was led by Shen Yan along the way, he didn't notice at all that Shen Yan took him not the road leading to Xiyi Realm, but a rather luxurious hotel.

Passing through the revolving door and standing in the hotel lobby, Sheng Feng looked suspiciously at Shen Yan who had changed his attire at some point. Shen Yan did not take him to check in, but took him directly to the elevator.

Sheng Feng suddenly thought of the strange incident in which a girl from his high school class was tricked by street gangsters to get a room in a hotel. He stared blankly at Shen Yan holding his hand. Was he... also tricked into getting a room in a hotel?

Thinking of this, Sheng Feng felt an inexplicable pain in his waist that had not moved for a long time.

Shen Yan didn't know where the room card came from, and opened the last room in the corridor of the hotel, but when he opened the door and entered, Sheng Feng smelled an almost strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which made him frown involuntarily.

This is a suite that is not cheap. The room is very clean and has all the necessary daily necessities. Sheng Feng's gaze was attracted by a bowl of steaming medicine on the tea table. Great, he has to take medicine from time to time, so he can't think too highly of this thing.

Shen Yan walked over to pick up the bowl of dark medicinal soup, and stirred it with a spoon: "I thought you didn't really want to go back to Xiyi Realm right now, so I made up my own mind and asked someone to prepare a temporary residence."

Sheng Feng didn't expect Shen Yan to figure out his thoughts so accurately, Shifangmu was rampant, Huang Rongxin returned to Guoan to sit in charge, and now there are few reliable people in the seventh group, so he naturally doesn't want to go back to Xiyi Realm so far away If something happened, I couldn't come back in time.

Sheng Feng could tell that Shen Yan was not very happy, he was so insecure that he always wanted to keep Sheng Feng in the isolated utopia of Fulin Valley.But Shen Yan is also very clear that Fulin Valley has never been able to trap Sheng Feng, and he can even maintain a seemingly non-existent connection with Su Jingran in Fulin Valley.

No one in the world can trap Sheng Feng, if he wants to leave, no one can stop him, and why he chooses to stay, Shen Yan has no idea.

"Drink the medicine." Shen Yan blew the soup cold and handed it to Sheng Feng's mouth.

Sheng Feng started, trying not to let himself smell the disgusting Chinese medicine, and resisted: "I'm not sick, I don't want to drink it."

Shen Yan: "You broke into the slave bone realm rashly before your old wounds healed, and you recovered after being raised in Fulin Valley for a long time. This time you manipulated such a huge magic circle to protect those mortals. You lost both vitality and blood. You should know better than me."

"But... I don't like to drink this." Sheng Feng held the bowl of soup depressedly.

Shen Yan frowned, he sighed, and thoughtfully said: "Tomorrow is my death day, once in a hundred years."

As soon as these words came out, Sheng Feng suddenly raised his head.

"I may not be able to protect you at that time. You will be in danger if you lose your energy and blood." Shen Yan said in a deep voice, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Sheng Feng stopped him: "Then we should hurry back to Xiyi Realm, the yang energy here is too strong."

"No." Shen Yan shook his head, "Going to Xiyi Realm will be more dangerous."

Once any ghost catches up with the death day, it will be the most difficult period of time. All the biting pains they experienced during their lifetime will reappear, and they will experience them one by one, ranging from a few days to a month. Their souls will be immersed in it. suffering before death.For a big ghost like Shen Yan, the frequency of experiencing this kind of pain is significantly reduced, but even if it happens once in a hundred years, the weakening of Shen Yan's own strength is quite obvious.

"At this time, many ghosts will challenge the ghost king in groups, so I am much safer in the human world than in Xiyi Realm." Shen Yan touched the warm bowl with his fingertips, " Drink the medicine quickly."

Sheng Feng didn't want Shen Yan to worry about himself. Although he hated the bowl of medicine from the bottom of his heart, he still endured the bitter taste and drank it to the bottom. He frowned and put the bowl down: "... .”

bitter?Where is the 2000 years of suffering that Shen Yan lived alone?Sheng Feng didn't want to think about how he spent the long death day by himself in the previous days, and how he overcame the piercing pain to fight against other evil spirits.

Shen Yan seemed to see what Sheng Feng was thinking, and said, "Ayao, I hope that you are with me because you like it, not because of pity. Xiyi Realm is my choice, and it is also my choice to send you away. , you shouldn’t feel guilty, and you never owed me anything.”

Sheng Feng didn't answer his words, Shen Yan brought him more distress, he sat on the sofa and stretched out his hand to Shen Yan who was standing in front of him, his fingertips touched the scattered hair behind Shen Yan's ear, he stared at him deeply Ruhai's eyes seemed to be narrating a beautiful legend in the cold wind. The tacit understanding convinced Shen Yan. From that moment, he knew that Sheng Feng would never leave him, and would never leave him again.

There is no need to swear, this is a secret that only belongs to them, and even the air is not worthy of knowing it.

"Shifangmu should have been instructed by Su Jingran. If it wasn't for him, Shifangmu would never have thought of Luo Shengfa." Shen Yan sat beside Sheng Feng, patiently peeling an apple with a fruit knife in his hand.

Sheng Feng's mouth was filled with the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine. He pushed away Shen Yan's hand holding the fruit knife, went up to take a bite of the apple, and said vaguely in his mouth: "...It's so bitter, Shifang's eyes are revived, if the previous They're hoaxes, so this time it's pure vandalism."

Shen Yan speeded up the peeling, and then said: "Shifangmu hasn't moved for a long time. This time, it should be a kind of demonstration by Su Jingran to Guoan. But judging from the extent of this time, Su Jingran no longer behaves like Before, I was generally timid, and I always had an ominous premonition."

"Su Jingran...maybe he has already got what he wants." Sheng Feng lowered his eyes slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know how the Lord of the Ghost Realm released so many evil spirits to roam the world more than 2000 years ago?"

Shen Yan thought for a moment: "Luo Shengfa?"

"It is indeed the Luo Sheng method, but it is not the level of the Luo Sheng method in the playground. At best, it can only be regarded as the prototype of the Luo Sheng method. The real Luo Sheng method not only needs a complicated magic circle, but also requires sacrificial vessels and sacrifices. product, and the Jade Chanfeng handed down from generation to generation is one of the sacrificial vessels, and there is also a sacrificial vessel that is said to be used to attract thunder, called Wudinggu."

Shen Yan's hand holding the handle of the knife clenched a bit. The half of the blood jade had already been snatched away by Jing Huan. Su Jingran hadn't shown up for so long, so he must have gone to look for Wudinggu. Most of the bones really fell into Su Jingran's hands.

"Fortunately, Su Jingran didn't keep your nine-ring waist saber. Shen Yan, if you killed him once, you can kill him a second time. The nine-ring waist saber can arouse his resentment. Before that, I tried my best to let the corpse protect me." The reason why this slave stole your waist saber was to add fire to Luo Shengfa, but now that the saber is in your hands, even if he wants to manipulate Luo Shengfa in the future, it will not be indestructible." Sheng Feng said.

Shen Yan handed the apple to Sheng Feng: "Do you have a way to crack it?"

Sheng Feng hesitated for a moment, but said honestly: "Yes."

The breeze blows through the curtains made of tulle, and the gaps in the windows reveal a hint of coolness. The world is full of traffic, and people are busy, ignorant of the conspiracy brewing. The downpour of rain has covered the world with a layer of haze. gray.

In the end, Shen Yan looked at the person he had chased for two lifetimes complicatedly: "Are you sure?"

Sheng Feng sighed indiscriminately: "...No."

Raindrops hit the window sill, making the house feel suffocatingly quiet.

Shen Yan was silent for a long time, so long that Sheng Feng thought that he would not speak again, until the other party held his hand, Sheng Feng finally regained his senses: "After spending the anniversary of my death with me, I will listen to you. … Team Leader Sheng, can you still braid your hair?"

Shen Yan's voice became very soft, the closer the time to his death, the weaker he would become.Sheng Feng took the red rope from his hand, slowly walked around behind him, brushed away his waist-length hair, and gently tidied the hair behind his ears. The braiding speed in his hands was not fast. , Shen Yan felt the fingertips caressing his long hair, the thousand-year-old world seemed to disappear in an instant.

He spent two lifetimes and fell in love with the same person.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and there were corpses pierced by sharp knives before his eyes. The faces of dead people all over the city appeared in his mind like a revolving lantern. Shen Yan's feet were weak, and he could barely support it with one arm Holding his crumbling body, he heard the muffled sound of his body hitting the ground, and the back of his head was so painful that it almost exploded, where it first touched the ground, and it was broken until the blood pooled into potholes.

Shen Yan was cold all over, he felt someone hugging him, and then a sense of warmth came over him, like a lost traveler who finally found that spring of sweet spring, desperately absorbing the slightest bit of warmth.

Shen Yan struggled to open his eyes, and leaned against Sheng Feng with a pale face: "Blood... covered all over... It's too dirty, isn't it?"

"Not dirty, not dirty, no matter what time, Yan'er is always the cleanest." Sheng Feng stretched out his hand and drew a space in mid-air, warmth instantly surrounded the two of them, he helped Shen Yan to lie down on the bed.

Sheng Feng had never seen a ghost that was celebrating the anniversary of his death. Shen Yan was in so much pain that his heart was piercing. Even though he was in a coma, the cold sweat never stopped. He didn't dare to sleep, because he had heard of many ghosts who failed to pass the anniversary of death. Even though Shen Yan was already so powerful, he didn't dare to take it lightly. He didn't dare to think that Shen Yan would be so dangerous in Xiyi Realm if he was alone How to get through such a dangerous moment in this place.