Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

In his previous life, Zhong Ying often heard his masters praise Lian Zhongjun as "sensible, eager to learn, talented and intelligent".

To be able to join the Dao within a hundred years, become No. 1 in the Immortal Dao, and stand at a height that none of the predecessors could have imagined. Unexpectedly, what can be summed up by the words "talented and intelligent"?And today, Zhong Ying also saw Jun Buyi's eagerness to learn.

He even learned how to tie a knot, and even admitted frankly that Zhong Ying didn't know how to laugh at him anymore.

Folding the firewood in his hand into two pieces, Zhong Ying only choked out two words: "Move the tree!"

Jun Buyi replied seriously, bent down cautiously, and held a tree trunk as thick as an arm.As soon as he touched the bark, his white and soft fingertips were stained with mud. Unexpectedly, his fingers trembled slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to throw them away. When he raised his eyes and saw Zhong Ying, he held back forcefully.

Although Zhong Ying hadn't done rough work for hundreds of years, he did things neatly, slashing at dead trees with one palm, as if crushing an enemy to death, without delay.

And Zhong Ying's hands were already stained with countless dirt and dust.But Zhong Ying didn't care, as if he didn't care about such trivial matters at all.

Seeing that Jun was dawdling unexpectedly, Zhong Ying curled his lips in disgust: "It's also slow to do things, thanks to which you are still a prince."

Unexpectedly: "..."

It is because he is the prince that he does not need to do these things.

Jun Buyi didn't defend himself, after humming softly, he really got involved.

He can control Zhong Ying in the illusion, so naturally he won't be unable to move the dead tree. He is so careful because he is afraid of getting dirty. Now that he is restraining his obsession with cleanliness, his speed will naturally be faster.

"Chop the tree into pieces and pile them up on the corner of the wall, maybe it will be useful in the future." Zhong Ying ordered again.

"it is good."

Unexpectedly, he looked at the trees that the clock should split, and after determining the length, they were split into exactly the same tree.

The trees pressing on the well were quickly cleared up, and most of the miscellaneous branches in the courtyard were also cleared away. The dead tree clock pressing on the house should not have moved. First, the trees were too thick, about as thick as two people hugging each other. I am afraid that if I do something rashly, the house will collapse.

When Zhong Ying was looking for a broom, he smelled a faint fishy smell, and looked at Jun Buyi: "What are you doing?"

Jun Buyi curled his fingers slightly, and responded lightly: "I accidentally wiped a cut on my hand."

Scratched fingers by old bark...

Zhong Ying looked at the 15-year-old boy in front of him. Although Jun didn't expect the mask on his face to cover most of his features, he could still see his porcelain-white skin. If it wasn't for the tight front of his clothes, he might have gone straight to being a young lady. , I couldn't help being speechless for a while.

How did he lose to this porcelain doll?What a shame!

"You're so delicate." Zhong Ying muttered, with disdainful eyes, "Don't cry and ask me to bandage your wound."

"Will not."

Zhong Ying took care of him lazily, dug out two brooms from a pile of debris, and threw them to Jun Buyi: "Sweep the dead branches."

Jun Buyi held the broom, blinked, and there was a little confusion in his eyes.

Zhong Ying continued to clean up the remaining dead trees: "Sweep from inside the house."

Unexpectedly: He doesn't understand.

"Zhong Ying." Jun Buyi changed his voice in a low voice, and asked shamelessly, "Excuse me...how do you use this?"

"..."

Zhong Ying turned his head abruptly, and the veins on his forehead twitched: "You are stupid, you are holding the broom backwards."

"Broom?" Jun Buyi repeated in a low voice, straightened the broom immediately, and responded politely, "Thank you."

Zhong Ying glanced at the sky and felt that if he dragged on like this, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, so he planned to put the messy yard aside, clean the house first, and clear out a place to rest.

After washing the barrels and basins, Zhong Ying picked up a bucket of water from the well. There were a few dead leaves floating in the well water, but the water was extremely clear and could be drunk directly.

"Come with me." Holding the wooden barrel, Zhong Ying waved to the "good for nothing" in his heart, and then entered his room.

Next, the future Demon Lord taught the future Immortal No. 1 how to sweep the floor and wipe the table.

Two teenagers huddled together in an old room, which was very "lively".

Specifically, Zhong Ying was furious occasionally, and Jun Buyi humbly asked for advice.

"Throw out everything except this crippled table and this bed."

"That's not how you wipe a table."

"Why are you so stupid to get water everywhere!"

Faced with Zhong Ying's jabbering, Jun Buyi accepted it humbly, even if he disagreed in his heart, he would not say it to Zhong Ying who was obviously angry.

When sweeping the floor in the future, Jun Buyi strives to be in sync with Zhong Ying, wherever Zhong Ying sweeps, he sweeps there...

Zhong Ying hated Jun Buyi already, and when facing him, his temper was particularly bad, so he threw the broom in front of Jun Buyi angrily: "Don't do it, you will only cause me trouble."

The broom fell to the ground with a loud bang, as if it was being slapped hard on the heart.

Jun Buyi lowered his eyes and remained silent.

When Zhong Ying got impatient, he bent down to pick up the broom and handed it to Zhong Ying.

Zhong Ying was stunned for a moment, his rising anger seemed to have met a continuous drizzle, and he calmed down a little.

He suddenly thought: After being reborn, I have never seen Jun Buyi lose his temper once, even if he fought in the illusion, Jun Buyi was at most a little out of temper.

It's just a young man, but he can always deal with it indifferently, standing on the clouds indifferently, looking down at the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of all beings, it's not surprising that he would choose such an indifferent way in the end, standing alone on the peak...

Faced with such a person, Zhong Ying lost half of his anger, and pointed to the only intact stool in the room: "Sit here for me."

"Ah."

Without Jun Buyi, it would be a waste of help, and Zhong Ying's work is much more efficient.

After sitting for a while, Jun Buyi left the room, and not long after, he put a basin of clear water on the table, and said like a cold spring, "Zhong Ying."

"what?"

"Wash your hands?"

"dont wash."

Zhong Ying refused, but Jun Buyi grabbed his wrist and touched the water in the basin. To his surprise, the water was warm.

"I warmed the water with spiritual power." Jun Buyi replied.

It's really delicate, and you need warm water to wash your hands, Zhong Ying thought, and didn't say it directly this time: but it was also extraordinarily comforting.

"The mud on the nails is also washed off."

Zhong Ying thought again: There are too many rules.

Just after Zhong Ying finished washing, there was another snow-white towel in front of him.

"Wipe it off." Jun Buyi half closed his eyelids, under the thick and curly eyelashes, a little bit of starlight fell in his eyes.

Zhong Ying took it hesitantly, and wiped it twice randomly. After wiping off the water beads on his hands, there was another pair of silk gloves as thin as cicada's wings in front of him.

"Wear this to work." Jun Buyi pursed his lips.

"You..." Zhong Ying stopped.

"Heavenly silk is impenetrable by water and fire, so it won't cut your fingers, and you won't feel cold."

"..."

"I'm going to clean the yard. While you're cleaning, can you help me clean the room?" Jun Buyi tilted his head.

"..."

"Thank you."

Unexpectedly, when Jun went out with a basin in his hand, Zhong Ying held onto his snow-white soft gloves, feeling his fingers were scalded.

"Wait..." Who wants to help you clean up!

Unexpectedly, however, he has disappeared at the threshold.

Zhong Ying didn't call out to anyone, nor did he raise his voice, but rubbed his nose, feeling as if he had hit something evil all day.

When Zhong Ying cleaned out the bedroom, there was basically only one bed, one table, and one stool left in the room.He hesitated for a moment, and when he resigned to his fate and went to Jun Buyi's room, the window lattice was knocked twice.

Jun Buyi stood outside the window, wearing exactly the same gloves as Zhong Ying, with his arm propped on the window frame, and asked, "What kind of flowers and trees do you want to plant in the yard?"

Zhong Ying didn't understand, so he said, "Whatever."

"Is wisteria okay?" Jun Buyi asked again.

Zhong Ying searched in his mind, but he didn't remember what kind of flower wisteria is. Thinking that Jun Buyi is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and also good at planting flowers and grass, his taste should not be too low, so he nodded casually.

After seeking Zhong Ying's consent, Jun Buyi went to work again. When Zhong Ying pushed open the door of Jun Buyi's room, his mind kept circling Jun Buyi's appearance just now.

After being busy with Zhong Ying for so long, his robes are still spotless.

But just now Jun Buyi's sleeves seemed to be stained with black spots and water droplets, and the black hair that fit the clothes was also a bit messy, and a strand of hair even touched the corner of his lips...

He must have really tried his best.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun sheds the last lingering warmth in the courtyard.

Zhong Ying stepped out of the room, sat down on the steps tired, lazily wondering if the clothes would be dirty, propped his chin with his hands, and looked into the yard.

The next moment, his eyes widened, his chin slid directly from his palm, and Zhong Ying looked at the courtyard in surprise.

All the dead trees and weeds in the courtyard were cleared away, not even the roots were left, and there were tender seedlings growing in the soil, which seemed to have grown out in an afternoon.

And Jun Buyi stood under the corner of the wall, leaning over to look at the gray and white porcelain vat, the white clothes and black hair seemed to blend with the blue wall and old tiles into a light ink painting.

"Zhong Ying." Jun didn't want to turn around.

"how?"

"Shall we raise a few fish in the porcelain tank?"

Zhong Ying said silently: "I don't know how to raise fish." In fact, whatever he raises will die, only a beast pet left by his mother with rough skin and thick flesh, Zhong Ying can't die no matter how hard he struggles.

"I can."

After finalizing this matter, Jun Buyi pointed to the few seedlings, and said: "I have already germinated the seeds of the wisteria, but I have not been feeling well these days, so I can only let it germinate for the time being..."

"Are you talking too much today?" Zhong Ying interrupted him.

Jun Buyi is really not a person who talks too much, no matter in the past life or the present life.Zhong Ying still remembered that he made him roll dozens of steps, but he didn't say a word of complaint.Zhong Ying's illusion made trouble for no reason, and he basically didn't answer.

Zhong Ying was puzzled: "Why do you ask for my consent everywhere?"

It's just inexplicable!

Jun Buyi was slightly startled, as if Zhong Ying had asked him: "We live in the same yard, shouldn't I discuss it with you?"

There are too many things to discuss, even if Jun Buyi is a boring gourd, he needs to ask one by one, not to mention Jun Buyi is not a boring gourd, he is just a little cold.

Because when I was young, this coldness was like snowflakes in the wind, and it hadn't condensed into heavy winter snow like it would in the future.

Most of the time, he is unreasonable, and basically acts recklessly on his own when things happen. The demon king who likes to order others by force is completely stunned.Zhong Ying never thought that it would be such a "gentle" and reasonable reason.

"There is one more thing that may need your help."

The boy leaning against the wall asked the boy who was lazily sitting on the wooden steps.

"what?"

"Can you teach me how to make a bed?"

"..."