Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

After that, it depends on instinct.

It seems someone has said so.

Yan Hualan was afraid that he would hurt someone too much, so he lay on top of Shuang Jiangnian in a push-up position, trying to feel the so-called "instinct".

However, apart from being so nervous that his heart beats super fast, he only regrets "why didn't he learn how to double cultivate before".

So much so that when the crying sound of [Woooo] came out, Yan Hualan thought it was coming from him.

He blinked tearfully.

He seemed to have heard this childish voice before.

——That time when he carried Shuang Jiangnian out of the collapsed bamboo fence, it was this voice that spoke his mind.

"who are you?"

The system was shocked: [Can you hear my voice?It stands to reason that only Yan Chen can hear it! ]

Yan Chen?

Yan Hualan was puzzled.

But now is not the time to ask this.

He kept the name in his heart, and asked hastily, "The 'host' you are talking about is brother Anian, right? Do you know of any way to save him?"

[The host has a tobacco rod at his waist, light it up and let him inhale some smoke; when he becomes conscious, there will be pills in the small porcelain bottle on his chest, and he has to take two pills at a time! ]

Before it finished speaking, Yan Hualan lit the debris of flowers and trees in the tobacco rod, and handed the cigarette holder to Shuang Jiangnian's lips.

Shuang Jiangnian's lips were pale and blue, and she had no ability to inhale by herself.

... What if the smoke is fed by mouth?

Without even thinking about it, Yan Hualan took a big puff of the cigarette and kept it in his mouth.

The overly pungent and rich smoke rushed straight into Yintang, he resisted the instinctive reaction of wanting to sneeze and shed tears, and lowered his head to Shuang Jiangnian's lips.

It turned out that smoking was not a strange hobby, or an addiction that I couldn't quit.

Yan Hualan thought very distressed.

It was the medicine my brother depended on to survive his illness.

Shuang Jiangnian's consciousness is very shallow.

It seemed that someone was shouting in his ear, but he couldn't hear clearly, he just felt that he was sinking and sinking.

His chest and back were painful, and he tried his best to breathe, but he couldn't catch a trace of air.

In his previous life, when he had a heart attack and was dying, he felt the same way.

Not long ago, Shuang Jiangnian used "soul search" on the snake-faced man and obtained the deepest memory in his soul.

In the past memory of the snake-faced man, he saw his senior brother, Meng Kezhi.

In secret, Meng Kezhi is the eldest disciple of Daoist Wuqing; on the surface, he is the chief disciple of Lezong and the youngest deacon of Xianmeng.

A modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

Even killing people can kill things silently.

"After entering the secret realm, I want you to help me confirm the death of a person."

In Soul Search's memory, Meng Kezhi said this to the snake-faced man.

He was holding a green bamboo umbrella, and behind him was a Yaoqin, holding the light and the wind and the moon, and his smile was like a spring breeze.

"Bring me his body and the magic weapon in his heart."

He frowned and sighed, smiling wryly.

"I don't want to either...it's a pity."

Seeing this scene, Shuang Jiangnian just wanted to sneer.

It is indeed a pity.

The ruthless way of his sect wants to "cut the three corpses" and "destroy human desires". The more he hurts the one he loves, the more he can prove the ruthless way.

"But I will never hurt my junior brother." I still remember that when I was young, Meng Kezhi put his arms around his shoulders with a smile, "With mere cultivation, how can I enjoy watching the moon and flowers with my junior brother?"

Presumably the most important thing is the next sentence——

Meng Kezhi looked into his eyes: "So the younger brother won't harm me, right?"

At that time, Shuang Jiangnian had already become the official candidate for the next ruthless dao suzerain, with excellent talents and understanding, except that he didn't understand the essence of ruthless dao's ruthlessness and ignorance.

"Of course." The young Shuang Jiangnian said sincerely, "Brother treats me like a brother, so I will treat him like a brother."

He thought that he would stay away from the world of cultivating immortals and give up all the power to his senior brother, so that everyone would be happy.

In the end, when the world reunited half a month ago, he got Meng Kezhi a pot of wine with medicine and was sent to death.

At that time, Meng Kezhi's cultivation was stagnant in the late Yuanying period, and he had not entered the country for decades.

Presumably Meng Kezhi couldn't sit still like this, and was anxious to cut off his brotherly relationship, make a breakthrough, and be promoted to Huashen.

Shuang Jiangnian smiled.

But when he thought of the sincere relationship with him when he was young, he couldn't help being sad.

"Meng Kezhi..."

He stumbled out a few words through his teeth.

Meng Kezhi, you idiot.

Since you didn't confirm with your own eyes that I was dead, you should be prepared for my hundredfold revenge.

Yes, for the sake of a fool, why bother to affect your emotions and hurt your body.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I am not so angry.

After a while, Shuang Jiangnian woke up leisurely.

As soon as he opened his eyes, something seemed to cover his face, he frowned and turned his face, the thing missed his mouth, and softly imprinted on his cheek.

"Um..."

The young man puffed out his cheeks, with something in his mouth, and wanted to say something.

Seeing Shuang Jiangnian's face sideways avoiding it, the young man got anxious and simply pinched his face, forcing him to press his face to his mouth.

"...Stop." Shuang Jiangnian forced out a word.

Yan Hualan's pursed lips stopped in the air.

At this time, they were only one finger away from their lips touching, breathing and smelling each other.

"Puff, cough, cough!" Yan Hualan finally couldn't bear the choking smoke, coughed and spat it out.

Before he finished coughing, he looked over with an overjoyed expression on his face, and said pleasantly, "Are you awake?!"

"By the way, cigarettes." He hastily put the cigarette stick to Shuang Jiangnian's mouth again.

Shuang Jiangnian took a deep breath, feeling that the life-threatening pain in her heart was much better.

His vision is still blurred, his limbs are weak, and his hands and feet are cold and unconscious.

Still, I can probably figure out what's going on.

Half an hour ago, he was punished by "Wangqing" and passed out.

Yan Hualan somehow knew that his cigarettes could relieve his pain, and seeing that he was unconscious, he wanted to take the smoke by mouth.

It is obvious that teenagers usually hate the smell of smoke so much, once they smell it, they want to pinch their noses to escape the poison gas... This time, they took a big breath for him?

Shuang Jiangnian felt a little hot in her heart.

He struggled to speak: "My elixir is in..." his chest.

Before he finished speaking, he saw his open chest.

Shuang Jiangnian: "..."

Who can tell him what Yan Hualan did to him during his coma?

"Oh, your medicine is in the front of your chest, isn't it?"

Yan Hualan didn't notice his gaze, pulled out the small medicine bottle, poured out two pills, and fed it to his mouth.

He felt that Shuang Jiangnian's eyes were a little strange, and when he looked at the other's naked chest, he suddenly realized.

"Is it cold? I'll put it on for you."

As he spoke, he pulled back Shuang Jiangnian's skirts, rumpledly dragged them to the middle, and folded them together.

Then Yan Hualan's eyes were a little dazed.

"I didn't notice it just now, your breasts are so beautiful. They are white, soft, slippery and icy to the touch, like that...like jade."

This straightforward compliment without evil thoughts made Shuang Jiangnian laugh.

The pill melted in his mouth, he gradually regained his ability to move, and tidied up his clothes.

No one noticed that the fish in the glazed basin also regained their balance and sank back to the bottom of the basin.

Yan Hualan looked away from his chest and asked, "Brother, why did you suddenly get sick just now?"

"Because..." Shuang Jiangnian didn't find an excuse for a while, and stagnated for a moment.

But seeing that Yan Hualan had already taken the celadon bottle from the bamboo stand, poured out the remaining soul of the snake-faced man, and just chomped and gnawed.

"Is it because of him? He said something that hurt you again?" The young man vented his anger viciously, "I should have torn him to pieces if I knew it—"

"...Hmm." Shuang Jiangnian followed suit and blamed the snake-faced man for the cause.

But Yan Hualan continued to ask:

"Then who is 'Meng Kezhi'?"

Shuang Jiangnian was taken aback.

When he lost his mind, did he say anything?

"You've misheard. Meng Kezhi is not someone, it's a poem." Shuang Jiangnian lowered his eyes and said, "'White clouds in the mountains are good for keeping guests, and wild plums on the branches are cold and flicking clothes'. I just dreamed of this poem , you heard two words of the poem."

Yan Hualan felt dizzy when she heard the poem, and nodded with a vague understanding.

Shuang Jiangnian didn't want him to think too much, so he threw away some sweetness.

His voice was soft: "Thanks to you, I was able to survive this disaster."

This thank you is sincere.

Meng Kezhi is so vicious and ruthless, so cruel, and Yan Hualan is so sunny, kind, and affectionate.

This little sun, it is best not to touch that poisonous snake for the rest of his life.

Hearing his thanks, Yan Hualan burst into a big smile, with two dimples on his face, and tried his best to suppress the smile.

"This is what I should do." He pretended to be flattered and mature, "—after all, you are the 'mistress' I promised to protect."

……mistress.

Shuang Jiangnian's smile froze on her face, and the tenderness in her heart gradually disappeared.

Why hasn't this little fool forgotten the word yet?

Shuang Jiangnian only felt that her cold heart no longer needed drug-assisted treatment, so she silently extinguished the cigarette and took back the stick.

Unexpectedly, half of the cigarette was received, but Yan Hualan cut off the cigarette rod halfway.

"I want to try this too." Yan Hualan said while holding the cigarette stick.

Shuang Jiangnian was puzzled: "Don't you hate it?"

"Yes, but you have to get used to it in advance." Yan Hualan explained while turning the cigarette stick, "If you lose consciousness again in the future, don't you have to ask me to help you through the smoke? If I can't hold back the sneeze next time, What if the timing of treatment is missed?"

Shuang Jiangnian was speechless for a while.

"after"?

Isn't he going to eat him a year later? Where did so many "later" come from?

"It sounds like you're cursing me for another attack." Shuang Jiangnian said flatly.

Yan Hualan stared: "Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs! I'm just in case!"

But this time his will was very firm, and he didn't give up his decision just because Shuang Jiangnian was mean to him on purpose.

Shuang Jiangnian had no choice but to agree to him.

Yan Hualan stared at the cigarette holder and made some mental preparations.

The tobacco rod is gradually gathered at the starting end, and the thin cigarette holder is puffed out in a circle, which is shiny and shiny.

Like what?

Yan Hualan looked up and saw Shuang Jiangnian's soft, light pink lips, her heart skipped a beat.

It seems.And Shuang Jiangnian's lips might look even better.

Thinking of the cigarette holder being touched by such beautiful lips, Yan Hualan felt an indescribable itch in his heart.

He sucked the cigarette holder between his mouth and took a slow drag on the cigarette.

After passing the lips and tongue, the nasal cavity, and the lungs, the whole person is numb.

It was as if Brother A Nian had turned into a mist that filled his lungs. It was warm at the beginning, then damp and cool after the flowers and trees, and only misty dust and smoke remained after the flowers and trees.

In a trance, Yan Hualan thought, he touched the cigarette holder, and Shuang Jiangnian also touched the cigarette holder, adding up, isn't it equivalent to... Are their mouths sticking to each other?

Yan Hualan blushed inexplicably.

Uncomfortably, he crossed one leg over the other, trying to hide something in between.

...The "instinct" that has been refusing to appear when it is needed is long overdue now.