After coaxing old enemies into avatars

The system, which was silent for a long time, couldn't help it: oh shit, a good brother has become a brother.

Sheng Huaizhao had never wished for a moment that the system would be dumb, and shut his mouth if he couldn't speak!

Yun Jian's red pupils reflected a cold light, and his evil spirit was overwhelming. Ming Shun was so frightened that he fell to the ground, shaking like a little rabbit.

Sheng Huaizhao stood up with difficulty: "No, Yun advises you to listen to me..."

"Cough!" Bright red blood overflowed from Yun Jian's lips, the murderous sword pierced the ground, and he knelt down on one knee.

The little monk looked at the blood he coughed up all over the place, and was even more shocked: "You, are you injured too?"

Only then did Sheng Huaizhao realize that he was not the only one who had his heart cut open, there was also a hole in Yun Jian's arms.

"Little monk, take a look at him." Sheng Huaizhao slowly covered his chest, "He's here, just like me."

The little monk nodded tremblingly, and was about to walk towards Yun Jian when the edge of his sword turned around quickly.

This is Yun Jianchi's blatant warning—one step closer, and I will kill you.

Sheng Huaizhao was about to get angina pectoris from Yun Jian's anger. He walked towards the person with difficulty, but his strength was exhausted, and he lost strength and fell down after half a step.

Zheng!

The murderous sword was thrown to the ground, Yun Jian raised his hand to block Sheng Huaizhao, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"

Sheng Huaizhao's chest was in excruciating pain, but he held his shoulders to distance himself without admitting defeat: "Let the little monk see your injury."

The hand behind his waist was retracted in an instant, and Yun Jian's voice was cold: "No need."

Mingshun stood in a stalemate for a while, and walked cautiously behind Yun Jian, but was repelled by Ling Lie's killing intent just as he approached.

Sheng Huaizhao frowned: "What are you doing?"

Yun Jian raised his cold eyes, full of murderous intent: "I didn't know that this lady can..."

Snapped--

A crisp slap landed on Yun Jian's side face, and Sheng Huaizhao coughed violently after the slap.

Mingshun had never seen such a scene before, and he was so frightened that he sat where he was and did not dare to move.

Just now... that frail man just slapped Mo Xiu?

"You're the best man?" Sheng Huaizhao coughed up blood, his eyes were fierce, "Is that how you miss me?"

Yun Jian's hair fell down in front of his eyes, and the astonishment in his pupils did not dissipate.

He didn't know that being slapped would hurt so much, and he didn't expect that he just blurted out such an exaggerated word.

"Since you miss me so much, why do you take so much effort to save me?" Sheng Huaizhao sat down slowly, clutching his heart, "Is it because I don't treat you as a husband, or you don't treat me as a wife?!"

The system finally realized that Sheng Huaizhao was showing off his acting skills, and couldn't help applauding him.

Ever since he woke up tonight, Yun Jian had doubts about Sheng Huaizhao's identity, especially after witnessing the "derailment" scene, his doubts were even deeper, but Sheng Huaizhao's slap skillfully avoided the problem.

Yun Jian opened his eyes sideways, pressed his blood-stained lips, Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyes, and Ming Shun quickly leaned over again.

Ming Shun deserved to be the strongest nanny in the future, after he got over his anger, Yun Jian's bleeding stopped.

The little monk was so exhausted that he fell asleep drowsily leaning on the broken stone after finishing his work.

Sheng Huaizhao looked at his fingertips, which had just been stained with Yun Jian's blood.

It was only then that he remembered that he hadn't read the plot of Yun Jian since he woke up.

Although Sheng Huaizhao's character bears the title of "Devil Lord" and "Old Enemy", in front of Yun Jian, the protagonist of Dianliu, he is just a villain who can be called the cannon fodder.

And after receiving the boxed lunch in the first battle of the Demon Realm, he didn't know anything about Yun Jian's future.

Now with a hand of fresh blood, it happens to be able to unlock the unknown plot.

The system was silent for a moment: ...after you dug the magic core to the male protagonist, because of the change of fate, the biography in Yun Jianyuan's book became garbled and could not be read.

Sheng Huaizhao was stunned: Why didn't you mention such an important matter earlier?If I had known, I would have finished reading the hero's life before changing my spiritual core!

The system was crying: At that time, the hero's life was hanging by a thread, and the situation was urgent, so I forgot.

In fact, it wasn't just that time, the first encounter between Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian was all in chaos.

Sheng Huaizhao was laughed at by the system, so what is the use of this broken system?

The night wind was cold, and when Sheng Huaizhao's drifting consciousness gathered, Yun Jian had already closed his eyes by leaning on his shoulder.

Sheng Huaizhao looked at him sideways, as long as the red pupils were closed, Yun Jian was no different from the gentle and well-behaved little crying bag in the morning.

Thinking of the slap he just slapped him, Sheng Huaizhao had a headache, and when he raised his hand to press the center of his brow, his cuff rubbed against Yun Jian's temple.

The inadvertent movement woke Yun Jian up, he sat up straight, his eyelashes slightly opened: "Don't touch me."

Sheng Huaizhao: ...a huge misunderstanding.

Yun Jian probably recovered from his wounds and had the strength to continue the cold war with him.

Sheng Huaizhao briefly analyzed the current situation, and took out the dagger in his arms helplessly: "It was just because the situation was urgent, I didn't mean to obey those two demon cultivators."

The boy's eyelashes were trembling slightly by the night wind, and his reddish-brown eyes stared into the distance, even though they were weak, they were cold.

"I always."

Sheng Huai Zhao slightly paused.

The system whispers: Host, does he think you are so angry because you don't believe him?

Sword cultivators are all born with arrogance, that kind of arrogance that relies on their talents and only respects others, and they will never allow others to easily provoke them.

Sheng Huaizhao is his "property", and Yun Jian is not weak enough to make Sheng Huaizhao fight to the death just to protect himself, so his compromise just now is a disguised humiliation to Yun Jian.

The style of this mountain was cold outside, Sheng Huaizhao could feel the pain in his bones, he slowly raised his eyes, the spine of the boy in front of him was straight and upright.

He seems to be used to it, sitting alone in the boundless night for ten years, no matter the wind, frost, snow or rain.

Sheng Huaizhao observed for a long time before he glimpsed a trace of evidence that he was actually in pain from his trembling fingertips.

The magic core hidden in Yun Jian's chest was activated, Sheng Huaizhao decided to pass the steps first, and slowly put his hand on his cheek: "I'm sorry, I won't call someone else a little husband next time."

The person leaning on the shoulder stiffened for a moment, but did not resist.

Sheng Huaizhao just thought the temptation was successful, when he heard him say coldly: "You smell very bloody."

Sheng Huaizhao let go of his hands expressionlessly, and lay down on the ground ready to fall asleep.

Hey, the big deal is to die of cold tonight and be buried tomorrow.

Sheng Huaizhao turned back and lay down, the young man who had just been angry with him quietly raised his eyes, staring at him deeply.

Sheng Huaizhao couldn't remember when he fell asleep, but when he regained consciousness, he could feel hot and humid water droplets hitting his face.

The noon sun was a bit dazzling, Sheng Huaizhao just squinted his eyelashes, a drop of water shattered at the end of his eyes.

"……rain?"

He met a pair of wet eyes, and then realized that he was lying on Yun Jian's lap, and the boy was holding him and weeping silently.

"Miss, you, you're awake." Yun Jian said softly, sobbing softly.

Sheng Huaizhao was silent for a moment, the system in the sea of ​​knowledge was as quiet as a chicken.

Hello?Didn't it mean that he returned to his original personality?Doesn't it mean that ruthlessness is permanent?

What the hell is this little crying bag?

Sheng Huaizhao wiped away the tears that shattered on his face, afraid that he hadn't woken up from a dream, so he patted the center of his eyebrows.

"Don't, don't." The little crying bag immediately held his hand, pitifully, "You've already been injured badly enough, don't add another injury."

Sheng Huaizhao looked up at the little monk with a horrified expression not far away, and made sure that this was not a dream.

The corners of Mingshun's round eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen something terrible, he tentatively said: "Well, benefactor..."

Later, Sheng Huaizhao found that Yun Jian around him shrank behind him even faster.Xiaowaibao hugged his waist behind him, his voice was trembling: "Lady, who is he?"

Mingshun froze in place, digesting the scene in front of him indescribably.

Sheng Huaizhao had a serious headache, he comforted him twice like coaxing a child, and facing Mingshun: "Little monk, come here."

Mingshun leaned over and asked blankly, "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know either..." Sheng Huaizhao gently picked up Yun Jian's wrist, and brought him to him, "You are a doctor, help him take a look."

The little crying bag grabbed his shoulder reluctantly.

Sheng Huaizhao coaxed him softly: "Let the monk take a look, we have to go back later."

Yun Jian shook his head: "I'm fine."

"obedient."

Sheng Huaizhao seemed to be giving orders, Yun Jian sat down in front of him aggrieved, and led him to Mingshun.

Ming Shun pressed Yun Jian's pulse lightly, only to find that the aura in the young man's body was much more stable, and there was no sign of manic disorder like last night at all.

"It's much better. He has...cultivation, and he can recover after a period of recuperation." Mingshun didn't dare to say that he had evil spirits, so he had to choose a more polite word.

After watching Yun Jian, Mingshun took another look at Sheng Huaizhao's wound.

"Your condition is more serious, and you need medical assistance." Mingshun touched his forehead, feeling a little distressed, "If you want to recover, you must not only drink medicine, but also bathe in medicine. In the past, our temple had a medicine garden, but..."

Now that the messy land is in sight, where can he find herbs?

"Here, this is for you." Yun Jian handed out a flawless green jade pendant.

Mingshun looked at him.

"It seems that this is the only thing on me that looks valuable." Yun Jian went around Sheng Huaizhao's back again, "What kind of medicinal materials do you need, please trouble the little master."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the saber along Sheng Huaizhao to Mingshun: "There is my aura here, it can bring you back."

Mingshun was still happy to run an errand for his savior, so he picked up his sword and went down the mountain.

Sheng Huaizhao just thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, but the little crying bag suddenly hugged him horizontally, the wind suddenly accelerated, and Yun Jian wanted to return to the outer mountain.

"Wait, wait a minute, little monk..."

"The sword will bring him here." Yun Jian sniffed and whispered, "The miasma in that place is too heavy, it's not good for your injuries."

Sheng Huaizhao responded, leaning against his arms and began to feel sleepy again.

Back in Shiwai Mountain, Yun Jian put him on the bed, watching Sheng Huaizhao's peaceful sleeping face, his eyes gradually darkened.

He vaguely remembered that he was here to accompany the bed last night, how could he suddenly appear in the wilderness and provoke a monk?

"My lady, why..." the young man leaned against the edge of the bed, gently rubbing Sheng Huaizhao's hand coquettishly, and murmured.

In the evening, Ming Shun was taken to Shiwai Mountain by the sword.

When it landed, the little monk's legs trembled: "Where is this, why, why did you bring me here?"

Yun Jian took the medicinal materials in his hand and felt them briefly. There are two flavors that he found on Shiwai Mountain yesterday, and other medicinal materials are harmless.

"This is Shiwai Mountain." Yun Jian whispered, like a child whose elders are not at home alone to guard against outsiders, "It's a place for my wife to recuperate."

Mingshun understood, raised his sleeves: "This is the remaining Lingshi."

Although when he saw the jade pendant, Mingshun guessed that this piece of jade was definitely not a vulgar thing from the aura attached to it, but he didn't expect to be able to exchange so many spirit stones.

Seeing Yun Jian taking it over with his hand, Mingshun truly felt that he was completely different from the sword intent killing last night.

Mingshun added: "That pharmacy is on the outskirts of the city. They knew I was in emergency, and promised to keep it for me. They can redeem it at any time in the future."

The people in the pharmacy knew that the jade pendant was expensive, and it was more than enough to buy only the medicinal materials, so they found him a small bag of spirit stones.

Yun Jian took the money bag and put it on his waist, raised his fingertips slightly, and the sword next to him floated up again.

He reciprocated: "Just tell it where you want to go, and it can take you there."

Mingshun paused, rubbing the corner of his clothes: "...I, I want to see Mr. Sheng."

Yun Jian subconsciously frowned, his face full of vigilance when facing the wicked.

"I, what I mean is that your lady's injury still needs a medicinal bath," Mingshun quickly explained, "I just want to see the injury and continue to help."

The soul consciousness of the person in front of him is unstable, and he is not someone who can take care of seriously ill people, so he should be more or less careful.

Yun Jian seemed to accept his kindness slowly, looked at the herbs in his hand, and whispered: "This is a mountain outside the world, mostly used by immortal cultivators to cross the catastrophe. It is full of spiritual energy. There should be mountain springs or something."

"Then I'll look for it now." Mingshun hesitated for a while before leaving with a bag of herbs in his arms, "Actually, your injury is also best treated with medicinal baths."

Yun Jian didn't answer, and walked to the bedside.

Holding Sheng Huaizhao's slightly cold fingertips, he pressed them along his face, warming them gently with his body temperature.

Sheng Huaizhao actually woke up just now, but he felt that the scene just now was inexplicably quite Shurachang, so he chose to play dead.

... Yun Jian had too much contrast between day and night, and he had stomach cramps.

The system whispered: I think what happened last night might just be a passing illusion.

Sheng Huaizhao took the system's words as fart, and when he was thinking about it, his palms were a little heavy.

He lowered his eyes, and Yun Jian leaned against him and fell asleep again.

Seeing the sunset gradually setting at the entrance of the cave, Sheng Huaizhao sat up quietly and untied his belt.

Regardless of whether he was crying at night or not, it would be fine for him to make first-hand preparations.

Putting Yun Jian's hands behind his back, Sheng Huaizhao was out of breath, his physique was really weaker than that of Daiyu's younger sister.

The sky was completely dark, and Mingshun came back excitedly. He found a hot spring and sprinkled the medicine in it.

Mingshun first carried the sleepy Yun Jian over, and then came back to help Sheng Huaizhao.

"Soak for half an hour." Mingshun clapped his hands, "I injected spiritual energy into the spring water, which can help the wound heal."

Sheng Huaizhao slowly dipped into the water, the water temperature was just right, he slowly sat down in the pool, lightly brushed the hair hanging by his ear, raised his head and whispered thank you.

The feeling of being leaned on by him came back last night, the little monk blushed slightly, bowed his head and ran away.

He slowly submerged in the water, felt his limbs gradually getting warmer, relaxed his mind, and then silently observed the boy Mingshun deliberately placed opposite him.

The smog rising from the surface of the water is lingering, and the outline of Yun Jian becomes more and more mysterious in the gradually darkening sky.

Like a sudden premonition, Sheng Huaizhao held his breath.

On the opposite side, Yun Jian's eyelashes trembled slightly.