Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

In the small bamboo building in the morning.

Yan Hualan is trying her best to play the role of a real little chick who has not yet opened her mind, pretending that she has nothing to do with the big monster "Yan Hualan".

It doesn't matter, as long as he refuses to admit it, and he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

He foolishly jumped on the bamboo stand, trying to deduce an aura of mental retardation.

"It's not bad to act in its true colors." Shuang Jiangnian commented with a smile.

Yan Hualan: "..."

Don't be angry, don't be angry, why expose your identity.

Shuang Jiangnian looked at the [favorability -2] prompt on the panel, and asked the system in her heart: "Why did he suddenly change back into a monster?"

[It is the mature period of the Yaozu. After that, the soul and body of the Yaozu will undergo qualitative changes, such as estrus on their own, doing indescribable things——]

Ten seconds later, the system's speech ban was lifted, and it harmoniously explained:

[During the year before the maturity period, his body will prepare for the future transformation - such as adapting to the strong demonic aura in advance, changing back into a demonic form and changing fur. ]

Shuang Jiangnian wanted to applaud: "This is really a genius setting."

The system originally thought that Frost's Nian would say something like turning back into a cute monster and wanting to masturbate, but it didn't expect its host to smile and say: "Being such a small one is much easier to bully than before. It's not that I humiliated him and reduced his favorability." chance?"

system:[……]

In the blink of an eye, Shuang Jiangnian was enthusiastically involved in bullying the little chicks.

"Huh?" He poked the little chick, pretending to be puzzled: "Aren't birds unable to control their excretion? You haven't excreted for such a long time, it can't be that a certain bird named Yan Hualan changed."

Yan Hualan: "..."

Yan Hualan wouldn't do things like pulling papa in front of others, even if he was killed.

Fortunately, Shuang Jiangnian was not so vicious that he continued to struggle with the excretion problem, so he changed the subject and said, "Could it be because you're hungry?"

Yan Hualan let out a sigh of relief.

Shuang Jiangnian said softly, "I'll make you something to eat."

Yan Hualan couldn't believe that she had such wonderful treatment.

The meal is served.

He opened his eyes hopefully, almost fainting on the spot.

A plate of limp silkworms crawled in front of him, each one as thick as his bird's head.

Shuang Jiangnian is like a few treasures: "This is the Tianshan snow silkworm, the best poultry feed. Look at them, they are white, fat, long and round, even the big monsters with blood, veins, precious, and precious will be ashamed when they see them. I'm so hungry I'm drooling."

No, Yan Hualan didn't want to drool, he just wanted to shed tears.

Let him eat such an ugly bug, it is better to let him die.

Shuang Jiangnian smiled and pushed the Tianshan Snow Silkworm a little bit forward, and the little quail hid a little bit back, and was finally forced to the edge of the bamboo frame.

Little Quail’s Doudou’s eyes are full of determination—even if I starve to death, die outside, or jump from here, I won’t eat a single piece of this ugly thing!

Shuang Jiangnian was satisfied when she saw the decreasing favorability of "Hua La La".

He didn't stop until he heard the prompt of [blackening value 1]: "Oh, it's so strange. It stands to reason that quails will definitely like Tianshan Snow Silkworm. Are you a fake quail?"

Yan Hualan's chick was angry: "Jijiji!"

So he is not a quail!

But what kind of demon he is, he himself doesn't know.When he was in the eggshell, Mother only told him that he was a big demon, and gave him the small character "Hua Lan", but didn't really name him yet.

After being tortured several times, Yan Hualan was exhausted, even more exhausted than fighting to the death with the black flood dragon.

Fortunately, Shuang Jiangnian seemed to have a little conscience, and after rubbing his head, he stopped torturing him, and instead went to torture the snake-faced man locked in the bottle.

At his request, Yan Hualan did not eat the snake-faced man's soul, but stored it in a clean water bottle.

Shuang Jiangnian's white and slender hands held the water purification bottle: "I hope you can tell me the information that satisfies me, otherwise once you start searching for the soul, you will never have a chance to speak again."

Knowing that he couldn't escape the clutches, the soul of the snake-faced man hissed in despair.

Shuang Jiangnian: "Who is your mastermind behind the scenes? Who helped you escape from the execution place? Who told you that the demons in the secret realm are afraid of bells?"

The snake-faced man felt a little strange.

If ordinary people are trapped in a closed secret realm, the question they want to ask most should be "how to escape the secret realm".

The person in front of him was a bit off focus.

Snake-faced man: "Are you so concerned about who is behind me?"

Shuang Jiangnian's voice became cold: "You are only allowed to answer. If you answer well, I will send you to reincarnation; if you don't answer well, you will search for your soul directly, and your soul will fly away."

The snake-faced man thought about it, and tentatively said: "Actually, besides devouring the demon, I have a second mission - I want to kill someone."

Shuang Jiangnian was silent, as if paying attention to his words.

Looking at the wooden mask in front of him, the snake-faced man suddenly remembered something, and suddenly said: "Wearing a mask, using a needle, a monk in the Foundation Establishment period...you are the one that the 'benefactor' wants me to kill!"

Before the snake-faced man entered the secret realm, the "benefactor" who released him from the execution site had accurately described the characteristics of Shuang Jiangnian to him.

It's just that the snake-faced man was so focused on big things at that time that he didn't take it to heart.In addition, more than ten years have passed, when he saw Shuang Jiangnian last night, he didn't remember it for a while.

The snake-faced man's face gradually turned ferocious.

He laughed grimly: "The 'benefactor' wants me to kill you, and bring your body and the magic weapon in your heart to him..."

Shuang Jiangnian's figure was a little stiff.

The more the snake-faced man said, the happier he felt.

"Looking at the nostalgic expression on the face of 'Benefactor', you are very close and trustworthy people. How does it feel to be betrayed?"

The snake-faced man wanted to express his malice incessantly, but the mouth of the water purification bottle was suddenly sealed.

Snake-faced man: "..."

Wait, didn't you agree that if he told the information, he would be let to reincarnate?

Shuang Jiangnian leaned against the rattan chair as if she had no bones, and said coolly, "I'm in a bad mood and I don't want to hear it anymore, so it's better for you to be out of your wits."

The snake-faced man screamed silently.

After closing the bottle cap, Shuang Jiangnian leaned over the desk and coughed while pressing his chest.The smoke of flowers and trees curled up and filled the whole room in a short while.

[Host, are you okay? ]

Shuang Jiangnian didn't answer, his figure was hidden in the smoke, making it hard to see clearly.

[Host, no matter whether the person who wants to harm you is your brother or not, remember not to be too sad or angry.The magic weapon in your heart has not been taken out yet, if your emotions fluctuate too much, your life may be in danger. ]

Shuang Jiangnian blew out a puff of thin smoke and murmured: "...I'm not that fragile yet."

The magic weapon in his heart is called "Wangqing".

Whenever he gets emotional, "forgetfulness" will attack, reminding him to restrain his emotions - at the slightest, it will be a warning of pain, and at the worst, it will tear the heart and lungs and block the spiritual power.

"Forgetfulness" can resist the demons of the heart, and can also be immune to the poison of demons. Practicing the ruthless way can get twice the result with half the effort.

But Shuang Jiangnian's only wish is to get rid of the culprit that caused his heart disease.

...he wants to live freely.

Now that the way of heaven pointed out a way out for him, he must hold on tightly.

Shuang Jiangnian looked back at the little chick who was choked by the smoke and sneezed, and made a decision: "Take him to the medicine bath first. We will talk about the soul search at night."

Yan Hualan suddenly felt his body lighten, was picked up by someone, and walked towards the next door.

In front of him, there is a steaming sea.

It's not the sea, it's the tub.

To Yan Hualan, the bathtub was a bit cramped and narrow before, but now it looks like a giant, with a huge mouth open, trying to swallow him into the water in one gulp.

The psychological shadow from childhood emerged again, and Yan Hualan shook her feathers pitifully.

Shuang Jiangnian seemed to have lost interest in teasing him, and her voice sounded lighter than usual:

"You have tracking incense on your body, you have to soak in the medicated bath for three days, otherwise other monks will still follow the smell to find it."

It was only then that Yan Hualan realized that this person had asked him to take a medicinal bath for his own benefit.

When Shuang Jiangnian saw him touch the water, he didn't say anything, and stepped into the bathtub with his clothes on, expressing with actions that he would accompany him.

Yan Hualan's heart fluttered, but seeing Shuang Jiangnian's lifeless appearance, he felt uncomfortable.

Shuang Jiangnian was leaning against the tub wearily, her hair covered with black hair spreading out on the water.

He held the little quail in one hand, picked up a potion with the other, and splashed it on the little quail.

The action is very slow, wash for a while, stop for a while.

Yan Hualan felt that the other party was in a low mood.

When the feathers met water, he couldn't help but flutter the feathers, turning into a round and fluffy ball, shaking the tail to shake off the water droplets between the feathers.

Then, someone touched his little wings... oh no, biceps.

Yan Hualan:?

He didn't know what the actual function of this wing-touching action was.

It seemed that Anian's brother just wanted to touch him because of his excitement, so he touched him.

Yan Hualan felt inexplicably that Shuang Jiangnian seemed to like its monster shape very much.

Thinking about it this way, his monster form doesn't seem to be as unbearable as he imagined?

Yan Hualan proudly puffed out her chest and raised her bald tail.

Shuang Jiangnian poked his fluffy chest with her fingers again.

Yan Hualan: "Chichijiji!"

Oh oh oh touch his chest muscles!

Are his pectorals super nice to the touch, firm and strong?

Unexpectedly, Shuang Jiangnian would just say: "It's so cute."

Yan Hualan's feathers exploded again.

"Cute" doesn't seem to be a good word to describe a big monster, but since his brother praised him so much, it's not unacceptable for him.

Yan Hualan gradually accepts her role of "serving others by being cute and attractive".

In a trance, he thought that it was not he who was raising his brother, but his brother was raising him.

Self-esteem has been hurt.

However, my brother is happy.

After all, the mood of "food" seriously affects the taste!

This time, it didn't take long to change back into a monster form. In the middle of the night, Yan Hualan woke up groggy and found that he had successfully changed back into a human form.

He recalled the experience of being bullied all day before, and he was going to find Shuang Jiangnian to bully him back, to avenge his shame.

Yan Hualan walked softly through the bamboo corridor, the moonlight fell, and it was cold and silvery.

The bamboo building was too quiet, he could only hear his own heartbeat.

A strange uneasiness welled up in his heart, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he suddenly wanted to see Brother Anian very much.

Why does he have a premonition that... the Frost Crimson Year will disappear?

Turning around the bamboo corridor, Yan Hualan poked his head into the room, and saw the human race lying on the rattan chair, as if taking a nap.

Yan Hualan's heart sank when he mentioned it.

The water purification bottle containing the snake-faced man's soul fell to the ground, and the dregs of the broken soul were scattered beside it, as if someone had searched for his soul.

On the bamboo stand, the fish in the glazed fish basin turned white, only the fish fins were shaking imperceptibly.

Yan Hualan strode over aggressively, but hesitated when he got close.

No, why is the breathing so light?

It seems like it will break at any time.

He took a closer look, and saw cold sweat on Frost Jiangnian's neck under the moonlight, and the blue blood vessels were clearly visible.His chest rose and fell slightly and slowly, as if he was exhausting all his strength to keep breathing.

Yan Hualan's pupils shrank sharply.

"Brother Anian?"

no respond.

He shook his shoulders helplessly, and leaned on the other's chest to listen carefully.

The sound of the heartbeat was insignificant, and the aura was also fragmented - Yan Hualan had only seen such a situation on a dying person.

His mind was blank: "Didn't it be fine before, why is he going to die suddenly?"

Yan Hualan has seen many dead people.

He watched them die, eating their cultivation base and soul amidst their begging for mercy and screaming.

This human race should also be his food.

He leaned on Shuang Jiangnian, his fangs pressed against the other's tender neck, and murmured in a low voice.

"Wake up... If you don't wake up, I will eat you early."

The boy's voice was full of unconscious panic.

"Eat food" - this thing that Yan Hualan would do every day, suddenly became extremely terrifying.

He didn't understand why this fear was born, but he knew clearly that he didn't want to eat this food early.

—He wants to save people.

Yan Hualan only knew one way to save lives.

In the depths of her memory, Niang once told him that their family can share their exuberant fire of life with another person through the method of "double cultivation" to resist serious diseases.

Yan Hualan shook off Shuang Jiangnian's collar with shaking hands, and hugged him tightly, skin to skin.

...and then just posted it literally for a while.

Yan Hualan burst into tears.

What should I do next?

No one taught him.