Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

Once you practice the ruthless way, you will voluntarily abandon the support of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and there is no other way of cultivation except to cut off emotion and refine your heart.

——Except for double cultivation.

The world is so big, only a pair of monks are willing to accept the monks of the Ruthless Tao, enter the spiritual energy, and help them break through.

But the monks of the Ruthless Way can be punished for everyone, who dares to be the companion of the monks of the Ruthless Way?

That is to say, Yan Hualan didn't know that he practiced the way of ruthlessness, so he made such a request.

"I..." Shuang Jiangnian thought for a long time, but said: "If you double cultivate with me, you will regret it in the future."

After he lost his sight, his eyes under the mask were dim and dull, which made Yan Hualan's heart ache.

"I don't regret it." Yan Hualan was determined.

He said with difficulty: "What did you do for me before? Why did you become like this? Why... you want to save me with your life?"

"Because you protected me with your life." Shuang Jiangnian said lightly, "Only by repaying me equally can I not be in debt."

Yan Hualan's eyes widened: "Your life is a hundred times more precious than mine, how can you trade it for me?"

He's immortal - he'll just turn back into a baby bird and continue on in the cycle of "unageing".

His life is not even as good as a hair on Anian's brother.

Yan Hualan regretted it. If he had told the other party the secret of his resurrection, Brother Anian might not have to suffer.

"actually, I……"

In the middle of the conversation, the torture he suffered because of "immortality" came to his mind, and even reappeared in his muscle memory.

Yan Hualan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, chewed the secret and swallowed it.

...he couldn't say.

Shuang Jiangnian was pressed tightly against his chest, feeling Yan Hualan's guilt for concealing it.

Two people who also harbored secrets snuggled together with guilt, wanting to make amends.

Finally, Yan Hualan said sullenly: "Anyway, you don't want to risk your life to help me again."

Shuang Jiangnian was slightly taken aback, and gave a soft "hmm".

Yan Hualan yelled anxiously: "You have to swear!"

Shuang Jiangnian thought he was cute, and smiled slightly: "Then let's pull the hook."

"Pull the hook?"

"Like this," Shuang Jiangnian posed and hooked his little finger together, "pull the hook, hang yourself, and don't change it for 100 years."

Yan Hualan was vigilant: "It cannot be changed in 1000 or 1 years!"

"Okay." Shuang Jiangnian smiled and stroked his temple hair, "Good boy."

"I'm not a child anymore." Yan Hualan bit her lip.

If Brother Anian praised him as a good boy before, he would be very happy.Now after listening to "good boy", he is inexplicably dissatisfied.

Somewhere was suddenly stepped on lightly, and Yan Hualan couldn't help but tense up all over.

"The body, it's really not there."

Shuang Jiangnian smiled casually, and her voice became firm immediately.

"Answer your question just now. ——I am willing to pay any price to live."

He reached out to remove the hairpin and let the long snow-colored hair spread out.

"bring it on."

Shuang Jiangnian's body was as fragile as a sculpture of ice and snow, giving people the illusion that he would break at the touch of a touch and melt at the touch of heat.

However, once the flame is lured to burn up, it is known that the core of the ice and snow is indestructible.

That's what makes it even more addictive.

Under the mask, Shuang Jiangnian frowned, wondering why her pain hadn't disappeared.

The mask began to shake, crumbling, his aura collapsed, he could no longer glue it to his face with aura, and was unable to maintain the disguise, so he could only press the mask with his own hands.

Shuang Jiangnian's hands often pinch needles to pick up medicine, the joints are thin, and when the fingertips are tightened, they bend into a beautiful arc.

"I want to see your face." Yan Hualan leaned against his ear, "Just one look."

"……Do not."

"It doesn't matter whether you are ugly or beautiful." Yan Hualan said seriously, "I just want to remember your appearance well so that I won't recognize you in the future."

It's because I'm afraid that you will recognize it.

As time went by, Shuang Jiangnian's fingers gradually lost strength, and she was almost unable to hold down the mask.

"Close your eyes. Don't look at me."

Yan Hualan didn't listen.

Shuang Jiangnian had no choice but to softly say: "...Hualan."

Yan Hualan snorted and closed her eyes obediently.

Brother Ah Nian is very resistant to being seen. Maybe this is the same reason as he is afraid of water?

Grind slowly in the future, and there is no rush.

— After all, they still have a long, long time to come, don't they?

After a while, Shuang Jiangnian's fingers could no longer use force, the mask fell off, and his hands hung limply to the side.

The other party didn't have any special reaction, he was probably obedient and didn't open his eyes.

Shuang Jiangnian just breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a rough and hot touch on his face. It was Yan Hualan's hand kneading and groping on his face.

"Don't touch it." Shuang Jiangnian said sternly.

The hand was withdrawn, and after a while, the face was replaced with something more moist and soft.

"...you are not allowed to use your mouth either."

Yan Hualan raised his head, licked his lips, and smiled ruffiantly.

The outline of the other party slowly emerged in his mind: peach blossom eyes, small but not sharp nose tip, soft lips, not as thin as imagined.

In short, it is very soft, far from a cold temper.

Really like.

Yan Hualan seemed to be hugging a bunch of candy, sweetness was everywhere in his body, it was the most delicious food he had ever eaten in his life.

Unconsciously, he said the "like" in his heart.

"Don't like it." Shuang Jiangnian said.

He also stubbornly repeated "don't look at", "don't touch", "don't use your mouth", and "don't like" like a gentleman who teaches bad boys.

If he violated his will, he would frown and cough, which made people feel distressed.

Yan Hualan squinted aggrievedly.

Just hate him that much?

He held Shuang Jiangnian's earlobe with the tip of his teeth, and roared viciously.

"If you don't like it, you don't like it. I don't like people who prick me with needles and cook ugly things into porridge!"

Then, taking advantage of Shuang Jiangnian's inability to hear the distant voice clearly, he moved a little further away, and said vindictively:

"I like it, I like it, I like it! You don't care!"

After shouting, he looked at Shuang Jiangnian with a guilty conscience, and seeing that the other party had no abnormal reaction, he became happy again like a child who managed to steal evil.

Yan Hualan sniffed the smell of the human race and smiled sweetly.

"...I'm sure of you."

Shuang Jiangnian was in a coma and didn't hear a single word of these words.

The torrent of spiritual energy poured in, and the meridians in his whole body were nourished for a long time, and he just fell asleep in such a daze, and formed the golden elixir.

Yan Hualan blocked the thunder of Jie Jindan for him.

The thunder cloud dissipated, Yan Hualan forgot to close his eyes, and when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Shuang Jiangnian's side face.

The light was too dim, and he couldn't see the whole picture clearly at that moment, so he hurriedly covered his eyes.

All I know is that there is a cinnabar mole on Shuang Jiangnian's left eyelid, near the end of the eye.

There are very few people with moles in this position and it is easy to identify.

Yan Hualan suppressed his excitement, thought for a while, and changed back into a monster.

A gorgeous peacock appears in the snow and ice.

He reluctantly pecked off his longest tail feather, pecked Shuang Jiangnian's fingers, and smeared blood on the base of the tail feather.

The eye pattern on the emerald green tail feathers exudes a faint halo, which turns into light spots and blends into Shuang Jiangnian's heart.

On the skin of his left chest, a pattern of emerald flames appeared.

Peacock feather - a special mark, used for protection, and a mark to recognize him at a glance in the crowd.

After doing all this, Yan Hualan was very tired, but also very relieved.

It was snowing heavily outside the cave, and he fell beside Shuang Jiangnian, protecting himself with a huge gorgeous tail feather, and fell asleep contentedly.

Thousands of miles away, Heifengya.

The wind howled between the cliffs, the black clouds stretched for hundreds of miles, and there was a black mist in the air.

The Demon Lord sat on the edge of the cliff, his fine bone chain hanging from the brim of his hat, covering his face.

He held a seven-inch piece of a poisonous snake, raised his head and put it into his mouth.The bone chain rustled, revealing his large round mouth full of fine teeth.

"Hiss—" the last tail of the poisonous snake was also twisted and sucked by him.

"My lord." A monk prostrated himself in front of him.

The demon master twisted another snake, and the black hooked nails rubbed against the snake's scales, so that the fierce snake in the past did not dare to make the slightest movement.

"Why is it in such a hurry." He said slowly.

"The 'cage' has been opened." The snake-faced monk fought, "...the youngest son of the phoenix also ran away."

The demon master stopped his fingertips, and the poisonous snake fell to the ground and slipped away quietly.

"How did you run away?" His voice was low and hoarse, "How about the black dragon?"

"It died. We just collected the body of the black flood dragon, and now we are recreating its cause of death."

"The young Phoenix is ​​not yet an adult and is afraid of water, so it is impossible to kill the black flood dragon." The demon master said, "Find out who helped him kill the black flood dragon."

Before he finished speaking, another snake-faced demon cultivator with wings landed on the edge of the cliff.Strangely, they belonged to various races, but their heads and faces were all in the shape of snake heads.

The two-winged monk stepped forward and said: "My lord! There is news from the monster clan that the soul fire of the young Phoenix son has just turned emerald green, and he has become an adult!"

"What?!" The devil's pupils constricted.

Another person shrieked: "How is it possible? There should be eight months and three days before the end of this reincarnation."

The devil thought for a moment, and said, "He must have taken something special."

Only divine beasts can interfere with time, other than that, there may be monsters that can help ignite the flames...

Could it be... a shark?

"It seems that something interesting has been mixed into the 'bait'." The devil rubbed his chin, "Who is in charge of this batch of 'bait'?"

"Luanqin Lord Meng Kezhi."

"Call him to see me."

"Yes."

"We can't let the monster clan welcome their king back. Search around the 'cage' and step up to reproduce the cause of death of the black flood dragon."

The demon lord's five fingers became claws, and the escaped poisonous snake was sucked back into his palm, and one finger penetrated seven inches.

He sneered:

"I'd like to see why the merman, who had been extinct for a long time, was born again."

Guguan Mountain.

Shuang Jiangnian had a nightmare.

He seemed to be walking on the edge of a cliff, stepped on the ground, and fell into an abyss beyond redemption.

After waking up, the body felt very warm.

Snowflakes were falling outside the cave, and the fluffy fur he was holding was like a big natural heater, and his body was covered with thick feathers.

Shuang Jiangnian opened her eyes and fell into the sea of ​​indigo and emerald.

Among the emerald bushes, one by one gorgeous single eyes were staring at him.

Shuang Jiangnian held her breath.

It took him a while to realize that those "eyes" were the pattern of a peacock's tail feathers.

The peacock in his arms exudes the breath of Yan Hualan, and is still rubbing his neck affectionately with its long indigo neck.

And as far as Shuang Jiangnian knows, the world's first and only peacock demon, the son of the phoenix, and the future demon king——

It is the protagonist in the book, Yan Chen.

Looking at the peacock demon in front of him, Shuang Jiangnian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

...the system has never bound the wrong person.

Yan Hualan is Yan Chen.