After coaxing old enemies into avatars

……lick?

……Order?

Yun Jian's pupils shrunk slightly, and the blood red imprisoned in those black pupils seemed to be burning with anger. He should have resisted violently and vowed to die... But right now, he seems to have been robbed of his soul and soul, and he was influenced by the words of the people in front of him. Confused, he had to lower his head and follow Sheng Huaizhao's palm, gently sipping away the salty water.

But what occupies the tip of the tongue is the sweet and greasy smell of blood.

The warm touch intensified the pain of scraping the flesh, and the dark mist between Sheng Huaizhao's brows dissipated a little.

He flexed his fingers, gently stroked Yun Jian's lips with his fingertips, and asked regretfully: "If you didn't love me deeply, why did you do such a thing?"

Yun Jian's red eyes followed his face with hatred.

Love him... deeply?

Even if he tried his best, Yun Jian couldn't find any emotions related to "love", but if he wanted to produce evidence to deny it, he would come up empty-handed.

It seemed to be in some kind of deadlock, with no retreat and no way out.

Yun Jian's eyelashes were wet, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he looked like a desolate beauty, enduring humiliation.

Sheng Huaizhao involuntarily stretched out his hand, and caressed gently along the redness under his eyes.

How should I put it... Bingshan's tears are much more charming than Xiaokuibao.

"If you don't believe me, it's better to kill me as soon as possible," Sheng Huaizhao, who has always been vicious, leaned close to Yun Jian's earlobe, sticking to his temples as if saying something intimate, "Don't be more unwilling than me Such a tricky weakness."

Looking at it in the blink of an eye, it looks like a loving wife is rubbing hands with a bad-tempered husband.

As soon as the words fell, Yun Jian's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and the danger was frozen in that layer of frost, smeared with boundless killing intent.

Yun Jian just bowed his head one moment ago, and said to do it as soon as possible... Sheng Huaizhao was laughing at him?

Knock, the knock on the door interrupted the confrontation between the two.

Sheng Huaizhao pushed away the person in front of him and straightened his clothes.

Yun Jian read the formula to wipe away the blood all over his body, nodded and pursed his lips and stood on the head of the bed, weak but pretending to be calm.

Sheng Huaizhao's situation is no better than his, so naturally he has no time to share with him, he just said: "Go in."

The person who came was Chen Qian, a disciple of the Yanfeng Sect. He was holding a mirror in his hand, but when he entered, he frowned.

How could there be such a strong smell of blood?

He looked at Sheng Huaizhao who was injured in his right hand, and paused slightly: "My lord, what's wrong with your hand?"

Chen Qian subconsciously looked at Moxiu beside the bed, but heard Sheng Huaizhao weakly say: "It's nothing, I accidentally hurt it."

Anyone with a discerning eye can hear the cover-up behind the phrase "careless".

Yun Jian looked away.

Chen Qian didn't dare to take too much care, and held up the mirror: "This is a mirror for observing the mind. Master ordered me to come and check on the illness so that people can prepare medicine."

Although Chen Qian guessed that the situation was not optimistic when he smelled the smell of blood, when Sheng Huaizhao's face was reflected in the Guanxin Mirror, he still gasped: "How could you be hurt so badly?"

There was a hole in his chest, many unhealed wounds all over his body, a broken spiritual core... and his right hand, which was obviously just cut.

Sheng Huaizhao already knew that his physical condition could be admitted to the ICU, so he asked curiously, "Can I see it in this mirror?"

"Yes, as long as the monk is reflected in the mirror, his physical condition can be clearly seen." Chen Qian looked at Yun Jian warily with sideways eyes, and asked, "Mr. Sheng, why is your spiritual core broken?"

Even though Yun Jian was injured, he could still feel the suspicious eyes in front of him.

Sheng Huaizhao rolled his lips: "I missed my cultivation and was chopped into pieces."

Wasn't it harmed by that demon?

Chen Qian thought he had poked someone's sore spot, so he immediately pursed his lips: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Sheng Huaizhao lightly lifted the topic, "How is my situation?"

"Damage to the heart is a major matter, my son..." Chen Qian was about to take a closer look, but suddenly found that the mirror of the heart was covered with a layer of fog. He raised his sleeve and wiped it lightly, but found that it was not the mirror surface that was damp, but the inside became blurred. clear.

Sheng Huaizhao tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

"Maybe it's because the mirror is old." He took a picture of himself, but it was so clear that he could see everything at a glance, and then Sheng Huaizhao became foggy again, so he could only write down the symptoms he had just seen, and then looked at Yun Jian unhappily: "This benefactor, you..."

"No need." Yun Jian refused coldly.

Chen Qian hesitated for a moment, and seeing his resolute expression, he gave up and turned around: "I'm going to order someone to prepare the elixir."

Before leaving, Chen Qian first bandaged Sheng Huaizhao's hands with powder, then flew back to the main peak, and handed the Guanxin mirror to head Lin.

"Then Moxiu doesn't want to take a picture?"

"He said there were no injuries."

Master Lin held the Mind-Guarding Mirror in his hand. He had failed to detect it in the main hall before, so he came up with a way to use the Mind-Guarding Mirror to illuminate the clouds to admonish his cultivation. He didn't expect the demon cultivator to be so vigilant.

The head of Lin held a mirror and glanced at Sheng Huaizhao's condition, and then put the mirror on the table.

Chen Qian: "Master, when I was looking in the mirror just now, I found that Mr. Sheng..."

"Don't worry about a cripple whose spiritual core is completely shattered." Sect Leader Lin raised his hand to fumble with his fingers, "That demon has a sword bone in his body, and you order Dongfeng's disciples to get ready."

"Yes."

Sect head Lin retreated all the disciples, and folded his hands to condense out a broken lamp. What was lit in the middle of the broken lamp was not a candle, but a cloud of mist lingering with evil spirits.

Sect Master Lin's profile was enveloped by evil spirits, stained with a three-point gloomy: "Old friend, your little disciple is really amazing."

The configured Bone Forging Pill and Healing Powder were sent by Ming Shun. When he arrived, Sheng Huaizhao had just changed into the clothes of the Yanfeng School.

Before Chen Qian left, he healed his trauma briefly, and the flesh wound had scabbed and healed, so he immediately changed his clothes.

He couldn't wear that wedding dress for a moment, so he just threw it away after changing it.

This is a regular uniform for outsiders, with a water-blue outer robe and a white inner garment, and a pure black belt to tighten the waist. Sheng Huaizhao's sickness was restrained a lot just after he put on it.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to tie his hair, so he can only lean against the bed lazily with his black hair on, and look at Yun Jian who is sitting quietly on the opposite couch with no expression on his face.

Mingshun smelled the smell of blood floating in the air, and hurried to Sheng Huaizhao's side: "Sheng Huaizhao, are you injured again?"

"It's okay." Sheng Huaizhao sat up with a smile, raised his hand to lightly touch the two blue medicine bottles in his arms, "Is this the elixir?"

Mingshun nodded obediently, and put the medicinal materials brought over on the table: "This is all made from spiritual grass on Wangtian Peak, which is ten times more effective than ordinary medicine. If it is a flesh injury, it can be cured by taking it internally and externally for a few days." good."

Sheng Huaizhao nodded, healed the wound according to his instructions, and asked casually: "Oh, Wangtian Peak, which peak is the place where we rest now?"

The little monk answered every question: "Qingchiling."

Sheng Huaizhao tied up his hands, took a sapphire and purple brush, and spread the paper on it: "Can you draw the approximate location for me?"

As soon as the words fell, Mingshun and Yun Jian's eyes fell on Sheng Huaizhao.

...Do you want to be so sharp.

Mingshun asked tentatively, "Are you going to leave?"

Sheng Huaizhao said calmly, "Well, sooner or later."

Mingshun knew that Sheng Huaizhao was "robbed" here, and he wanted to escape from some demon cultivator all the time, but he thought that the current Yanfeng faction was a good place to rest.But, but the two of them are "husband and wife", and it is impossible for an upright sect to accommodate a demon cultivator for a long time. Yun Jian must leave, and Sheng Huaizhao is his wife...

Mingshun couldn't figure it out, and tremblingly drew the positions of several peaks of the Yanfeng School and the gate at the foot of the mountain to Sheng Huaizhao.

Sheng Huaizhao dried up the ink, and put the map away with a smile: "Thank you."

Ming Shun hesitated and said what else he wanted to say, Sheng Huaizhao took out a hairpin: "Little monk, can you tie your hair?"

Ming Shun with a bald head: "Hmm..."

Sheng Huaizhao: "Sorry."

Mingshun shook his head: "I, I will."

Sheng Huaizhao was surprised: "Then please help me tie up my hair, ah, you can also cut it short."

"How can this be possible!" Mingshun was astonished, "You should cherish the body, hair and skin of your parents, how can you cut them at will?"

"Okay, okay, help me tie it." Sheng Huaizhao agreed, turned around and sat down, so that it was convenient for him to tie his hair.

Yun Jian sat on the inner side, only to find that his chest, which had just warmed up, was burning again when he came back to his senses.

Unlike the previous pain, it seemed that the pain that had been hidden for a long time suddenly broke out. He frowned, closed his eyes and meditated to regain his concentration.

The system in the sea of ​​consciousness, which had been silent for a long time, whispered: Host, why are you so gentle with the little monk, but with the male lead...

Sheng Huaizhao: The little monk saved my life, and he is obedient, why should I beat him up?

Just like the male protagonist, he pinched him the first night, and then chopped him with a sword just now. If Sheng Huaizhao wants to be gentle, isn't that just mindless licking a dog?

System: The male lead has it, it's a bit pitiful.

Sheng Huaizhao: Have pity on me, he can recover quickly from any injuries.I'm a useless person, and I have to raise this hand for several days.

He just finished debating with the system, Mingshun backed away: "Okay."

Sheng Huaizhao didn't bother to look in the mirror, he felt pretty strong anyway, so he patted Mingshun on the shoulder.

Sheng Huaizhao: "It's late, you go to rest first."

Mingshun recalled it and nodded: "Then, then I'll go to rest first."

After the people left, the house returned to silence.

Sheng Huaizhao took out the porcelain bottle and swallowed two pills, and then he felt a very faint sense of clarity and joy in his chest just like when he first entered the sect.

His shattered spiritual core really knows how to survive, and this bit of spiritual energy can allow it to heal itself.

After a while, Sheng Huaizhao walked slowly to Yun Jian with a porcelain bottle and a map.

There was only one step left, and the sword stabbed to the toe again, obviously warning him not to approach.

... This iceberg holds a grudge.

"You clearly wanted to kill me just now, and I was desperate for a moment. It's not incomprehensible to fight hard, right?" Sheng Huaizhao said helplessly.

After all, the male protagonist didn't know that the magic core was causing the trouble, so he would take the colic as a heart disease caused by sex as a matter of course.

From Yun Jian's point of view, apart from making him bow his head and lick his tears, Sheng Huaizhao is actually not crossing the line... right?

Sheng Huaizhao also didn't know how to pretend in front of his personality, he didn't trust himself.

He put the map and the elixir on the table, and said in a low voice, "I'm relieved, you...you should also relieve it. I took this medicine, it's not poisonous, although it may not have much effect on you."

Yun Jian coldly opened his eyelashes.

"You ask with all your heart and nothing in your mind." Sheng Huaizhao raised his head slowly, as if feeling emotional, "Perhaps because of this, the relationship between me and you is so insignificant in your heart that you abandoned me and the past when you crossed the catastrophe. "

When Sheng Huaizhao said these words, his emotions were weak. At first glance, it seemed that he had accepted the reality calmly, and his heart was ashamed.

Yun Jian Han Tong condensed slightly, watching him silently.

"I actually know that I am an obstacle in your pursuit of the road." Sheng Huaizhao lowered his eyes and showed a helpless smile, "You have always been like this, and this is why I must you."

No matter how many disputes he had with him before, Yun Jian couldn't help being dazed.

Is this fate insignificant in his heart?

Has he always been like this?

"I'm sorry, I was too angry just now, calm down." Sheng Huaizhao gradually clenched his hand hanging by his side, and then slowly released it, as if relieved, "I have figured it out these days, maybe I was I can't keep you."

All the bad words before were exposed by his flirtatious apology.

Yun Jian's consciousness was confused, and his chest seemed to be echoing with lingering pain. He wanted to say something, but found a strange pain spreading from his heart, like vines, encroaching on his limbs in a twisted way.

Yun Jian narrowed his eyes, further confirming that the pain was severe.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't pay attention to his heresy, and only said: "I will choose to be a mortal with peace of mind from now on, and I will not tell anything about you and me. Since then, you have left the Yanfeng School, and you are a demon cultivator who has no desires or desires. People have nothing to do with it."

This word... It seems that the heart is ashamed, and the heart is broken.

Yun Jian was in a state of uncertainty, and when he restrained the pain in his body, his gaze towards Sheng Huaizhao became more and more blurred.

"I've talked too much." Sheng Huaizhao shook his head, his tied black hair lightly shaking, "I'll go out and have some wind, you should have a good rest."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the door, raised his hand to block the oncoming wind, and walked out dejectedly.

Anyone who looks at it is devastated and heartbroken.

Yun Jian subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but just as he started, a sharp pain suddenly spread from the depths of his heart, forcing him to lose consciousness.

After the wooden door was closed, Sheng Huaizhao showed a smile of a successful lie.

The author has something to say:

Run away when provoked, as expected of you.