Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

The teenager lay on his lap, sucking and biting his fingers.

Puff, puff.

Yan Hualan pressed her left chest, feeling the beating heart in her chest.

The feeling of palpitation was only for a moment, and the next moment, the boy suddenly frowned in pain, and black blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

Yan Hualan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he took the boy with his eyes closed into his arms, and rushed out of the bedroom with wings spread.

"—Doctor!!"

After a stick of incense.

Shuang Jiangnian was lying on the couch with her eyes closed, her vision was pitch black, and her surroundings were full of the smell of herbs.

"...how is he?" Yan Hualan's hoarse voice came from beside him.

"The 300-year-old poison has sealed its throat with blood, but fortunately, this skylark demon itself is resistant to poison, and it was treated in time by a doctor, saving its life."

The doctor sighed: "——Unfortunately, these eyes can no longer see."

As soon as these words came out, the hall immediately fell into a suffocating silence.

Shuang Jiangnian moved her fingers uncomfortably.

Swallowing the poisonous cake was not an accident, he just wanted to use this opportunity to prevent Yan Hualan from seeing his eyes, so that the other party could not determine his identity through his eyes.

With his own medical skills, he can heal his eyes at any time.

Because of forgetting love, Shuang Jiangnian has long been used to pain, blindness is as insignificant to him as cutting off his hair, but he never expected that this would make Yan Hualan so angry and sad.

... So now Shuang Jiangnian feels a little guilty, a little regretful, and wonders if he has done something wrong.

Yan Hualan's body pressure was extremely low: "Can't heal?"

"That's right." The doctor shook his head, "However, Your Majesty can rest assured that he can still sing for you in the future, it's not a problem..."

"Heh." Yan Hualan sneered, "If you lose your tongue, it won't hinder your healing. How about I pull it out for you?"

The doctor was stunned.

There was a sudden sound of the vase being smashed.

"Get out!" Yan Hualan roared in a low voice, causing the wooden door of the bedroom to tremble.

The doctor was so frightened that he fell to the ground and crawled away in a panic.

He asked Yu Hui who was guarding outside the palace gate: "What kind of trouble have I done to His Majesty?"

"What did you say 'it's okay to sing'?" Yuhui reprimanded in a low voice, "The skylark demon is not only His Majesty's pet, otherwise His Majesty would not have hugged him to find you in person - at that time, His Majesty still had a suffered life-threatening burns."

"Look at my stupidity." The doctor slapped his head, "Hey, the imperial dining room is about to suffer."

"Pan Liu was the one who poisoned, and it's also due to the lack of supervision in the imperial dining room." Yuhui was worried, "Poisoning the demon king is a capital crime, and it hurts His Majesty's pet. I don't know how much trouble it will cause..."

People who don't know His Majesty will think that His Majesty is careless and incompetent.

But Yu Hui knew that His Majesty was cruel and violent by nature, and he only hid that side to please one person.Hidden for a long time, even I will forget.

This time...

Yuhui glanced at the trembling Pan Liu and the demons in the imperial dining room who were tied up, and said coldly, "Take them all in and let His Majesty dispose of them."

Pan Liu fell to the floor of the dormitory.

He looked at the lark boy on the couch - the boy did not die, and His Majesty actually sat by the couch to take care of him.

Pan Liu's eyes were red with jealousy.

Yu Hui picked out the cloth stuffed in his mouth, and put the point of the gun on his neck: "Rebel! Poisoning His Majesty the Demon King, are you guilty?"

Pan Liu yelled: "I have absolutely no intention of poisoning Your Majesty! What I want to kill is Lark! Your Majesty, believe me, I just admire you too much!"

He thought that His Majesty was just a small punishment and a big commandment, so he let it go by himself.

Yan Hualan didn't even give him the rest of the light.

"Is it noisy?" He whispered to the boy lying on the couch.

Shuang Jiangnian nodded.

"Okay." Yan Hualan responded lightly.

Shuang Jiangnian couldn't see what happened, but only heard the sound of blood splattering, twisting and struggling, the sound of flesh being burned, and the sound of forehead hitting the floor... In the end, everything fell into silence, and the corpse was crushed. The sound of dragging away.

Needle drop can be heard in the hall.

"Drag the rest out and kill them without mercy." Yan Hualan said without emotion.

The demon in the imperial dining room let out a sob, which was soon cut off.Knowing that they must die, they did not dare to make a sound, lest they be given a more miserable death like Pan Liu.

Yuhui couldn't bear it, and wanted to plead for mercy, but he was afraid of adding fuel to the fire, so he closed his mouth.

Yan Hualan's sleeve was suddenly tugged lightly.

Shuang Jiangnian grabbed the corner of his sleeve and raised his eyes covered with white gauze: "Your Majesty, do you want my eyes to heal soon?"

"Otherwise?" Yan Hualan remained expressionless.

Shuang Jiangnian frowned: "But I heard people say that random killings will affect luck. Maybe I had the chance to heal my eyes, but because I was stained with too much blood and hostility, instead..."

Naturally, he didn't believe this, and he just persuaded him because he didn't want these dozens of lives to disappear in vain.

"Then don't kill him." Yan Hualan was surprisingly easy-going, "Capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped. After being punished for fifty years, burn incense and pray for him every day. Remember who saved your life."

The little monsters in the imperial dining room heaved a sigh of relief, kowtowed and thanked each other.

"The national teacher has arrived." Yu Hui reported.

Pan Liu is one of the disciples of the national teacher. Pan Liu broke the law, and the national teacher cannot escape the blame.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." The National Teacher said slowly, "I will burn anointing on the sundial at the National Teacher's Pagoda to pray for the Skylark."

The national teacher is a Mingxiu who can understand the secrets of heaven, and his voice reaches the way of heaven, so his blessings are naturally extraordinary.

Yan Hualan remained silent, taking it as an agreement.

Shuang Jiangnian knew that the national teacher had murderous intentions towards Yan Hualan, so he would not spare him easily: "The national teacher's duty is to seek benefits and avoid harm for your majesty, and to predict good and bad. The cakes are poisonous and threaten your majesty's safety. Compensation is for His Majesty."

Yuhui looked at him in surprise.

Usually this little thing is very low-key, and doesn't say a word, I didn't expect it to be so eloquent at the critical moment.

The national teacher opened his blood-colored eyes, and looked at Shuang Jiangnian through his snow-white eyelashes.

Shuang Jiangnian was indifferent.

He was blind in both eyes, but he could clearly feel the gaze cast by the national teacher—as if he could see through him.

In the end, the national teacher said slowly: "It's my negligence. Then I will assist His Majesty to obtain the Xuanyuan True Fire and stabilize the throne. My minister Bai Yi, I swear by the way of heaven."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the hall was shocked.

The national teacher has always been lukewarm towards Yan Hualan, and has always been in contact with the Xinyi rebel party.Unexpectedly, today he suddenly changed his attitude and wanted to help Yan Hualan? !

The old god of the national teacher is here: "It's about Xuanyuan Zhenhuo, idlers and others should not listen too much. Your Majesty..."

Yan Hualan waved his sleeves: "Everyone back down."

Just as Shuang Jiangnian was about to get up, Yan Hualan and the national teacher said at the same time: "You stay."

Yan Hualan glanced at the national teacher, pressed Shuang Jiangnian down, and added: "Lie down."

Two demons with the highest status in the clan were standing and talking about business, and a little demon at the end of Shuangjiang year was lying down to rest, which was unheard of.

At the beginning, he felt that something was wrong, but later the national teacher's speech was too slow, it was like hypnosis, and he fell asleep accidentally.

In a daze, he heard the national teacher say: "Conquering Xuanyuan True Fire requires defeating the inner demons. In the illusion of inner demons, Your Majesty will encounter the most feared thing in your heart."

Yan Hualan said arrogantly: "How can this king have something to fear?"

"Everyone will have something to fear." The national teacher said indifferently, "Whether His Majesty discovers it or admits it, it will come and go in every nightmare, and finally appear in the illusion of the heart demon, paralyzing you and crushing you."

Yan Hualan fell silent.

He remembered those palpitating nightmares.

When awake, he is always positive and optimistic, and always invulnerable, but once he falls asleep, all fears will appear one by one.

Such as the sea, such as the ringtone; such as immortality, such as the departure of the elder brother... and, "Yan Chen".

The national teacher's slow and ethereal voice came: "If you avoid it and forget it, your majesty will be lost in the illusion forever; only by facing it and defeating it can your majesty break through and be reborn from the ashes."

This time, Yan Hualan remembered it in his heart.

The national teacher left.

Yan Hualan sat silently by the couch.

Shuang Jiangnian woke up, a little nervous about the two of them being alone.

He didn't know if he fell off the horse.

The moment they stared at each other was too short, Yan Hualan couldn't react... right?

Yan Hualan realized that he was awake, and said in a hoarse voice, "How do you know that cakes are poisonous?"

Shuang Jiangnian replied apprehensively: "I was hungry when I was transforming, and I couldn't control it for a while, so I rushed to eat it. I didn't expect it to be poisonous."

The other party was silent.

Shuang Jiangnian didn't know that Yan Hualan had been watching him, the joy of regaining what had been lost, the sense of powerlessness, sadness... and the self-blame of poisoning his brother.

He trusts his intuition, but intuition alone proves nothing.He is no longer as naive as before, thinking that just pouring out his feelings will solve the problem.

He was wondering why his brother had to leave, why he refused to reveal his identity.

I also wonder why my brother swallowed the poisonous cake.

In the end, Yan Hualan suppressed the urge to recognize each other.

"Hungry?" He said with confusion, "I feed you with food and drink. When have you been hungry?"

Or the demon king didn't seem to recognize the attitude and tone of the little skylark.

Shuang Jiangnian secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

There was a rustling sound, Yan Hualan took out a pastry from a nearby plate and tasted it, chewed it slowly, confirmed that it was not poisonous, and then handed it to Shuang Jiangnian.

"Eat."

Shuang Jiangnian raised her hand, remembered something, and slowly withdrew it: "This one, His Majesty has already bitten it."

For Yaozu, the act of sharing food is too intimate, he can't do it.

He couldn't help thinking, does Yan Hualan often do this in the palace?Treat others easily and provoke mad bees and butterflies everywhere.

My heart hurts a bit.

An emotion that Shuang Jiangnian didn't even realize was discovered by Wangqing.

After receiving Wangqing's warning, he was puzzled and a little annoyed.

What does Yan Hualan's attracting bees and butterflies have to do with him?Why did he need to get emotional about it?

Beside, Yan Hualan stuffed the cake into his mouth, also feeling annoyed.

There are many inconveniences if you don't recognize each other, you can't feed, you can't sleep together, you can't be too close, you can't get tired of being together, and you can't say what you want to say...

There was a soft sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and Shuang Jiangnian fell asleep on his side, leaving only his back.

Yan Hualan's breathing was stagnant, and his gloomy eyes were suddenly filled with panic.

Just now he had been immersed in the emotion of his brother's eye injury, but now he suddenly remembered how bad his nature had been exposed in front of little Skylark when he didn't recognize his brother.

Threatening to cook a lark every day, kneading it as a decompression toy, poisoning with a terrible singing voice, throwing it for play, forcing it to eat bugs and forcing it to sing ditties...not to mention those inexplicable words.

The first to bear the brunt is the secret of "locking and opening the screen".

Help!

Is the image of his good brother gone forever?

Brother must really want to prick him with a needle!

Yan Hualan wiped his face in despair, wishing he could just destroy the world and restart time.

When the time comes to explain that I was taken away during that time, is there still time?

He was even more depressed.

He was in a bad mood, and the injury on his body seemed to be in pain a hundred times. He changed his arrogance of a domineering tyrant just now, and lay back on the couch, drooping his feathers, and collapsed.

The two patients ignored each other for a long time, one was angry with himself, and the other silently killed himself [-] times in his heart, not wanting to open his eyes to face the tragic bird.

The next day.

Yan Hualan claimed that the injury was healed, and went to the crater again.

With the previous experience and the prophecy of the national teacher, he has made sufficient preparations, and his brows are full of determination.

On his broad and strong shoulders, old and new scars overlap, his skin is red and purple, revealing a wildness, which is far from the childish and beautiful boy in Shuang Jiang's impression.

Yan Hualan looked back at him, as if waiting for him to say something.

But the boy didn't say a word, and didn't even notice his gaze.

Yan Hualan felt a little lost, turned his head, and jumped into the crater.

At this time, Shuang Jiangnian whispered: "I hope you are all well."

While waiting for Yan Hualan, he quietly healed his eyes.The white gauze over the eyes is still covered, as a camouflage to the outside world.

This time, they waited for eighteen days, but Yan Hualan still did not come back.The soul lamp has been on, which at least shows that his life is safe.

On the horizon of the clear sky, a thunderbolt suddenly struck.

Prime Minister Bai He received the letter, and said solemnly: "General Xin Yi has returned from the East China Sea with a broken branch, and he is waiting on the cliff. She said that if His Majesty does not show up within two hours... Even if His Majesty voluntarily abstains and loses to her."

From then on, the position of Demon King will no longer be related to him.

"But Your Majesty hasn't found the Xuanyuan True Fire yet!" Yuhui broke into a hot sweat, "Even if he found it, it will take time to refine and rest, and it will take a few days to promote the Yaozun!"

Bai He sighed deeply: "This battle has been a dead end from the very beginning. The throne will be lost. For the current plan, we can only protect His Majesty in this dark and turbulent demon king's palace."

Shuang Jiangnian asked the system in her heart: "Is this really the only way?"

[One day in reality, ten years in illusion.In the plot, Yan Chen reincarnated for five generations in the illusion, and practiced for 500 years before he accidentally defeated the inner demon.In other words, Yan Hualan might not wake up until half a year later. ]

Shuang Jiangnian pondered.

"If I enter the illusion, can I help him?"

[The host can enter his illusion through divine communication to break the deadlock.But it's also possible for the host to get trapped in it. ]

"It's good to help him."

Shuang Jiangnian decided to enter the crater.

In order to avoid being discovered by others, he had to kill the Baihe father and son and the pelican demon who were guarding here first.However, when he listened carefully, he found that their breathing was slow, and they all fell asleep.

In addition, there was another clear and shallow breath coming from the ear.

Shuang Jiangnian looked back, and through the white gauze, saw the national teacher in white clothes and snow hair.

His actions were budgeted by the national division?

Shuang Jiangnian said coldly to the national teacher: "I don't know what you are planning, but I will never let you hurt Yan Hualan."

The national teacher did not respond.

Shuang Jiangnian ignored him and knelt down beside the teleportation formation.

Originally, the teleportation array was transmitted from Yan Hualan's location to the formation outside the volcano. If it was reversed, it could be teleported back to Yan Hualan's side from here.

With the help of the system, he reversed the formation.

Before stepping into the formation, Shuang Jiangnian asked the system: "If we meet in the illusion, will he remember me after we come out?"

[Demonic realms are no different from dreams, and will not leave clear and specific memories.Dreams will be sealed in the subconscious mind and become emotional impressions. ]

Shuang Jiangnian felt relieved: In this way, his vest can be more than one dog.

The system reminded him: [Not only that, after entering the illusion, you will lose your original memory, whether you can find each other, whether you can distinguish the demons is unknown... Even so, does the host still take risks? ]

Shuang Jiangnian smiled freely: "So what if you lose your memory? As long as I am still me and he is still him, our impression of each other will not change."

Feelings will not change.

He stepped into the formation without hesitation.

The temperature in the depths of the magma is so high that the monk can be wiped out in an instant.Emerald green flames floated around Shuang Jiangnian's body, and fell directly into Yan Hualan's arms.

Yan Hualan's whole body was engulfed by magma, and between his white ribs, a crimson flame shone.

That is Xuanyuan True Fire.

Shuang Jiangnian didn't have time to feel sorry for her, she just put her forehead on Yan Hualan's skull, poking out her soul to connect with the other's soul.

Yan Hualan didn't defend him at all, but in an instant, his mind and soul merged, and Shuang Jiangnian was drawn into the illusion of inner demons.

After a long period of darkness, Shuang Jiangnian opened his eyes, which were all red.

He sat up and found that he was wearing a red hijab, a phoenix crown and a robe, and red dates and peanuts were sprinkled on the wedding bed.

It's just that this wedding bed is in a cave on the sea cliff.

A silver chain with bells was locked on the ankle, and the silver chain stretched all the way, disappearing outside the bright red bed curtain.

Outside the bed net, the tide was raging.

Shuang Jiangnian frowned in thought.

...It seems that I appeared here to protect a person named "Yan Hualan".

But other than that, he couldn't think of anything.

"Dingling", the chain on the ankle was pulled, and the bell shook slightly.

It seemed that something was pulling the chain outside the red gauze curtain.

Most of the view was blocked by the red hijab, Shuang Jiangnian groped for the bed, stepped on the gravel with bare feet, and walked in that direction.

Sharp bone fragments pierced the soles of his feet.

Blood seeped into the seawater, and a cold, unhuman hand grabbed his ankle.

The feet were lifted up, and something cold and slippery licked away the blood from the soles of his feet little by little, like... the long and flexible tongue of a sea monster.

The silver chain led him into the sea step by step.

The wedding dress became wet with water, wrapping around his body like seaweed, dragging him down.

The body of an adult male was pressed against it, and a dull laugh came out of his throat.

Shuang Jiangnian's ears burned, and that voice was very familiar, just like the person he wanted to find.

The man leaned under his red hijab and lingered with him.

Shuang Jiangnian's breathing was slightly chaotic.

The red hijab came down, revealing the other party's flirtatious and handsome face.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"—my bride."