Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

Shuang Jiangnian raised her thin wrist, as if a silver shadow flashed away in the wind.

His aura was so realistic that for a moment the snake-faced man really believed that he was a hidden master.

But a few seconds passed and nothing happened.

"I was almost bluffed by you! Playing tricks, I thought..."

Halfway through the snake-faced man's speech, he suddenly felt a little quiet in the air.

He looked down at the bell in his hand.

A silver needle pierced the two walls of the copper bell, piercing the tongue of the bell, and it could no longer make any sound.

Losing his support, the snake-faced man hissed.

"Impossible! This is a heavenly artifact, indestructible and absolutely impossible to be destroyed!"

Nothing is Impossible.

The "nine thorns" of Shuang Jiangnian are nine silver needles, each of which has a one-ninth probability of completely destroying the target.

Even the demonic poison on Yan Hualan's body can be directly destroyed, let alone a heavenly magic weapon.

Destroying the bell took only the prick of a needle.

"It seems that I have good luck tonight, even Tiandao is on my side." Shuang Jiangnian said.

At some point, Yan Hualan's painful breathing stopped.

The young man opened his eyes, his eyes were stained with coagulated blood scabs, and the pupils of his eyes seemed to be still oozing red.

Stared at by those eyes, the snake-faced man's bones were frozen with icicles.

"No, wait, give me another chance, I still know a lot of information..."

Shuang Jiang caressed the back of the boy's head tenderly, and pointed her chin towards the snake-faced man.

"Hua Lan, he was the one who made you feel uncomfortable just now."

"Hey, go get revenge."

It was the first time that Shuang Jiangnian saw Yan Hualan kill someone with his own eyes.

Different from his flamboyant personality, Yan Hualan's killing methods are clean and quick, without any burden.

At this time, Shuang Jiangnian could clearly realize that Yan Hualan was indeed a child who grew up on the line of life and death.

He watched the young man skillfully suck off the snake-faced man's cultivation, "click" to break the other's neck, and pulled out the soul that was trying to escape.

Shuang Jiangnian told Yaoyao: "Don't eat the soul. Leave it to me, I will be useful."

The snake-faced man seems to know a lot of useful information, he wants to keep the snake-faced man's soul, and use the technique of "soul search" to find out the information in his soul.

Hearing someone stop him from eating, Yan Hualan turned around holding the corpse in one hand.

A drop of blood spattered from the corner of his eye, and his phoenix eyes were bright red, with indifference to life and violence in the midst of killing.

He stared at the blurry figure not far away, and it took him a while to recognize who it was.

The crazy blackening value stopped and remained at 68.

Yan Hualan blinked slowly twice, the redness in his eyes faded, he grabbed the soul in one hand and the corpse in the other, and jumped to Shuang Jiangnian's side three times.

"The taste of his aura is not bad, I left some for you. Want to eat together?"

The boy tilted his head to share the victory with him.

If the beast shared his food with anyone, he had gained the approval of the beast.

Shuang Jiangnian said lightly: "Don't. The smell of the demon cultivator is too smelly, burn it."

Yan Hualan pouted, feeling a little pity, but obediently set fire to the corpse.

There was a buzzing in his head, and he said to Shuang Jiangnian in an almost coquettish tone: "My head hurts."

Shuang Jiangnian said: "The ringing has stopped, is it still hurting?"

"Well, it's still screaming in my head, and I can't forget it."

Yan Hualan leaned against Shuang Jiangnian while talking, his eyes were shining with anticipation.

He still remembers it!

When he was suffering just now, this person gently touched his head, and gently called him "Hualan"...

When I think about it, my heart feels numb, as if the big water tank is not so scary anymore.

But now, Shuang Jiangnian seems to be a different person from just now, with a moonlight all over her body, full of indifference and alienation.

He reached out his hand to Yan Shaonian: "Give me your soul."

Yan Hualan rolled his eyes, and carried the snake-faced man's soul behind his back: "This is not within the agreement, you have to exchange something with me."

Shuang Jiangnian was helpless: "What do you want?"

Yan Hualan narrowed her eyes: "I want you to play the flute for me."

I still remember this crop.

Shuang Jiang sighed young: "I don't want to use that flute because it doesn't match you."

This flute is a thing of the ruthless way, which is notorious in Kyushu. In order to cut off love, there are many people who kill their wives and children, teachers and friends, and gradually become the evil way that everyone shouts and beats.

They ruthlessly said how these filthy things could be worthy of a demon with a pure heart like Yan Hualan.

After hearing this, Yan Hualan didn't know whether he should be disappointed or happy.

Shuang Jiangnian turned her head slightly, her knuckles resting on her chin: "However, if you don't mind, I can hum a tune... Maybe this can overwhelm the impact of the bell."

Yan Hualan's whole bird lit up at once.

"I want to listen!"

Shuang Jiang coughed young, and before the young man rushed over, he held down the other's head with one hand.

He sat cross-legged on the couch, and Yan Hualan knelt down on the couch, leaning against his lap.

Nursery rhymes flow into my mind like a stream, and the quiet humming infiltrates my heart full of holes.

[Current blackening value: 46, the warning for exceeding the blackening value has been lifted, please make persistent efforts to the host. ]

After humming a nursery rhyme, Yan Hualan rubbed against his knee, wondering what to think, with an unusually gloomy expression.

Shuang Jiangnian withdrew her hand, feeling pity in her heart, and said lightly: "If you want to talk about those experiences in the past, I will listen."

Yan Hualan raised his eyes.

He has always been proud and never thinks he is pitiful, let alone being pitiful by others.

But this man is different.

If this person pities him, he will show him a softer side.

"...I was kidnapped and left my mother when I was very young." He said calmly, "Those people locked me in a closed water tank, beat me with a whip, and kept ringing the bell. So when I heard When the bell rings, I can’t control myself.”

Yan Hualan didn't mention that he had actually died time and time again under various tortures. In his past memory, he died countless times at a young age.

It was precisely because they coveted his infinite "resurrection" ability that those human races killed him, tortured him, and even ate him alive in an attempt to take away his power... Finally locked him in this secret realm from which he could never get out .

This is Yan Hualan's inner demon.

This secret, he will not tell anyone - even this "food" that allows him to show his soft belly.

The young man raised his eyes and saw Shuang Jiangnian looking sideways out of the window, wondering if he was also recalling something from the past.

As soon as the moonlight shone, the finger pinches around Shuang Jiangnian's neck were fully revealed, and it was black and blue.

Yan Hualan was unusually guilty.

The scar was pinched unconsciously when he had a nightmare.

If it wasn't for the human race to wake him up from his dream, he might have strangled him to death.

The bruise was particularly glaring, and Yan Hualan felt so guilty that she didn't know how to make it up.

He suddenly remembered the healing method he had learned from the birds and beasts, and without thinking too much, he approached that part of the neck.

The side of Shuang Jiangnian's neck itched, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the boy buried on the side of his neck, sticking out the tip of his pink tongue, licking the scar.

"You..." He trembled slightly.

"Don't move." Yan Hualan held his neck to prevent him from escaping, "Licking can heal wounds."

Shuang Jiangnian pursed her lips.

There is a huge disparity in their strength, if Yan Hualan doesn't let go, he can't break free at all.

The animal-like fluffy head on the side of the neck arched, and the soft broken hair touched his earlobes, stained thin red.

The fish on the bamboo frame sank to the bottom of the tank, its beautiful tail trembling slightly.

"...Okay. I don't blame you." Shuang Jiangnian gently pushed his head.

"Hmm." Yan Hualan replied vaguely.

At first, he was focused on healing the injury, but gradually... the small piece of skin under the lips and tongue became a bit nostalgic.

Probably appetite.

Bear with it, on the eve of adulthood, you can always eat it as promised.

Yan Hualan reluctantly stopped until all the wounds were stained with his own smell.

The pale skin is no longer a pure bruise, but has been smudged with a faint pink, which is really beautiful.

By accident, Yan Hualan finally pressed the blush with his lips.

He didn't realize that there was something wrong with such an action, and obediently retreated from Shuang Jiangnian.

His eyes were still clear.

In the field of vision, the wooden mask remained unchanged, but Yan Hualan vaguely felt that the face under the mask was a little surprised.

Shuang Jiangnian sat up unhurriedly, pulled up his collar, and covered up the red marks.

Just now, several system prompts sounded in his mind.

[Blackening value -2]

[favorability level 3]

[The achievement 'Yan Hualan kisses you' has been completed, and [-] achievement points have been obtained. ]

[Trigger a new light-up achievement: 'You give Yan Hualan a kiss', and you can get [-] achievement points when you light it up. ]

[I didn't expect the Kiss achievement to be completed so early. ] The system is a little excited, [Does the host have feelings for Yan Hualan now? ]

"Have."

[Um? ]

"He suffered similarly to me when he was young." Shuang Jiangnian said indifferently, "Father and son are similar, and there is some 'father-son relationship' after all."

system:[……]

Shuang Jiangnian looked at the boy, feeling that his eyes were very kind.

Yan Hualan didn't know that the result of his misery was that he had an extra father.

"Oh, that's right." He suddenly remembered what happened in the "Medicated Bath" yesterday, "What is 'girlfriend'?"

Shuang Jiangnian's loving face almost froze.

Yan Hualan thought he had forgotten, and added: "Those people saw us taking a medicinal bath together, and said that you are my 'concubine'."

"'Concubine' means..." Shuang Jiangnian didn't want to break the pure father-son relationship between them, "'the person to protect'."

Yan Hualan answered in seconds: "Then you are my concubine."

Shuang Jiangnian: "..."

Shuang Jiangnian felt that she had dug a hole for herself.

"Yes." He couldn't refuse Yan Hualan's protection.

Yan Hualan smiled brightly: "Then I'll call you brother concubine from now on—you won't tell me your name anyway."

Shuang Jiangnian: "..."

He almost thought that the young man knew everything and was teasing him on purpose.

He had no choice but to say, "You can call me 'Nian'."

"Brother Anian?"

"Ah."

The young man's voice was clean and clear, even though Shuang Jiangnian was not used to being called like this, his mind was much lighter.

"I'm too tired tonight, go and rest for a while." He said to Yan Hualan.

"Yeah." Yan Hualan was afraid of having a nightmare and hurting others, so he didn't dare to sleep soundly, so he planned to nest in the next door and squint.

"Wait," Shuang Jiangnian said suddenly, "There is a custom in my hometown called 'good night kiss', where elders kiss a child on the forehead to protect him from nightmares."

Before the boy could react, Shuang Jiangnian stood on tiptoe, held his face in his hands, and pressed his lips lightly and quickly on his forehead.

Yan Hualan was stunned, her eyes in a trance.

A kiss on the forehead is also considered a kiss.

[You kiss Yan Hualan for a moment] Achievement lights up, [-] achievement points are obtained, and at the same time, the follow-up achievement [First Kiss · Superficial Touch] is triggered.

Shuang Jiang retired from her career and said softly, "Take a good rest and be energetic. We can get a few more sets of needles tomorrow."

Yan Hualan trembled all over: "..."

There are ups and downs in bird life, nothing more than this.

His face was red and white—red with anger, pale with fright.

Then he didn't reply and ran away.

There seemed to be a chuckle behind him, and when the wind blew, it dispersed.

It seems that the "good night kiss" played a role, and Yan Hualan did not have nightmares in the second half of the night.

When he woke up in the morning, he tried to rub his eyes, but he couldn't.

Yan Hualan:?

In the sun, one gray feather slowly fell, and then the second.

He turned pale with fright, he didn't see Shuang Jiangnian's figure on the left or right, so he reached out to catch the feather, intending to destroy the corpse.

The outstretched hand...is actually a small dusty wing.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!!!"

The screams of young birds resounded through the small bamboo building.

At this time, Shuang Jiangnian was drying the medicine outside, she was taken aback when she heard the sound, put down the herb in her hand, and walked towards Yan Hualan's room.

He swept across the empty bed with a few feathers on it, looked through the room, and caught a little chick with gray hair and black stripes in the corner.

"...Yan Hualan?"

He looked down at the little chick that could be folded up with one hand, his eyebrows trembling.

The little chick played dumb.

Shuang Jiangnian laughed so hard that she coughed, and asked the system in her heart, "What breed is this?"

The system is silent.

As a natural artifact record, its first reaction is——Yan Hualan is a peacock cub.

But how is it possible?

How can a weak, pitiful, and helpless cutie like Yan Hualan be of the same breed as the male protagonist Yan Chen, who is so cruel and extinct?

It must have had an error in its memory.

The system decided to use the power of big data to use Qiandu Map.

[Picture recognition coincidence degree 99%: Quail. ]

The system feels relieved: [Host, this is a quail. ]

Shuang Jiangnian rubbed the little quail's head with her fingertips, and smiled meaningfully:

"Oh—a monster with noble blood, beautiful feathers, and as tall as several bamboo buildings."

Yan Hualan: "..."

It doesn't matter, a lifetime will pass soon.