After coaxing old enemies into avatars

The cloaks were piled up at his feet, and the plate containing the sweet cakes fell to the ground with a clang. Sheng Huaizhao frowned slightly as he looked at the unsuspecting Tuanzi.

"If you don't eat it, don't eat it. Why waste it?" Sheng Huaizhao leaned over and pushed the little rabbit back to the plate, and looked back at Yun Jian, "You have to apologize to it."

Yun Jian lowered his eyelashes and remained silent.

"He's very bad." Sheng Huaizhao seemed to be whispering to Xiao TangGao, and with an expression of "we don't care about him like that", he stood up pretending to have nothing to do, and put the plate on the table.

The drooping left hand was suddenly clasped, and Sheng Huaizhao was caught off guard and dragged to the edge of the bed, the gauze swaying, and when he regained consciousness, he was already lying on the luxurious and soft bed.

Yun Jian stared at his eyes indifferently, and said concisely: "The answer."

This is the second time Yun Jian said these two words.

Sheng Huaizhao vaguely confused him when he was in Moyu. At that time, the situation was urgent and life-threatening.

And now it's different.

Sheng Huaizhao stared at him for a moment, smiled lightly, bent his knuckles teasingly, and stroked along the back of his hand.

"In the past, a bed was tied up, but now it's so wild," he smiled, his eyes slightly raised, like a fox with eyes to confuse people, "it's worthy of being intimate."

The face of the person in front of him was slightly dull, and his eyes became thicker.

Sheng Huaizhao knew that Xiao Bingshan couldn't stand this kind of provocation, so he said unscrupulously: "You haven't forgotten about the Demon Realm, have you, or are you clearly remembering it, but you don't want to give me good looks?"

Yun Jian never had the upper hand with his mouth, his red pupils were just closed, clearly trying to force Sheng Huaizhao to tell the truth with his eyes, but his eyes fell on his lips involuntarily.

Although this mouth is mean, it is quite beautiful.

The color is lighter than cherry blossoms, revealing a delicate sickness. Yun Jian knows that the lips are thin, and when they are attached to the eyelids, they will be moistened by the warmth...

Whistling with the wind, the eyelashes were lightly lifted, and when Yun Jian came back to his senses, what he heard was Sheng Huaizhao's frivolous smile: "What are you looking at, so fascinated?"

Yun Jian closed his eyes and concentrated, and subconsciously squeezed his wrist: "Do you have to do this?"

"How?" Sheng Huaizhao tilted his head curiously, his loosely tied long hair fell out, and a strand of it fell to Yun Jian's fingertips.

There was no cunning in this man's body.

"Or do you think I'll be indifferent if you just prevaricate like this?" Yun Jian lowered his body and leaned close to Sheng Huaizhao's face, "You didn't want me to know his existence, but now you can't hide it, don't be afraid... I'll kill you him?"

The smile in Sheng Huaizhao's eyes finally faded away.

The former Diao Erlang was nowhere to be seen, seeing him showing signs of surrender for the first time, Yun Jian didn't feel any joy at all.

He knew that the person in front of him belonged to someone else, and he was also vigilant, but when Sheng Huaizhao really changed his mood because of other people, he still didn't feel the pleasure of revenge.

It turned out that he didn't mean that.

But where is the intention?

Sheng Huaizhao leaned sideways along his wrist, his thick and slender eyelashes cast a shadow, then he bent his knees and lifted Yun Jian against the bed curtain: "Are you threatening me?"

Before Ruo Yun Jian said this, Sheng Huaizhao was indeed worried for a moment what he would do to Xiao Kui Bao's personality.

But when Yun Jian said it, he became upset instead.

To keep him from knowing the existence of the two personalities is to worry about what he will do to himself and affect the survival of this world.

But threatening Sheng Huaizhao with another personality has a different nature.

Sheng Huaizhao broke free from his control, and the tiger's mouth was about to reach his throat, but he was caught off guard and crushed the wound on his fingertips pierced by the Ziyao sword.

The blood was smeared on the corner of Yun Jian's lips, adding a charming color to his cold and solemn appearance.

"If you dare..." Sheng Huaizhao was in the middle of speaking, and he clearly saw the two red marks at the end of Yun Jian's eyes turning red, like aroused ripples, spreading along the end of his eyes to his side face.

……Eh?

The suffocation just now was like a balloon that was punctured, and Sheng Huaizhao loosened his strength a little.

Although I don't want to admit it, Bingshan looks a bit like that night in Moyu.

Sheng Huaizhao was stunned for a moment, put his hands on the upper half of the brocade quilt slightly, and leaned back tactically.

……Um?

What did his hand touch?

Yun Jian quickly turned his face away, and Sheng Huaizhao was almost thrown off by him.

Sheng Huaizhao's expression was slightly condensed, and there was a rare surprise.

Didn't Yun Jian play hard with him just now?Why all of a sudden...

Before he could figure it out, the brocade quilt embroidered with peonies in gold thread was lifted up, followed by Yun Jian's extremely ashamed and angry warning: "There is nothing."

Sheng Huaizhao immediately said, "Obviously there is."

As if shocked by his taking it for granted and speaking out, the redness at the end of Yun Jian's eyes deepened, as if soaked in wine.

The silent standby system wanted Sheng Huaizhao to show mercy.

Yun Jian at night is always as cold as a piece of ice, this kind of eyes are red, like being pulled by the tail of a rabbit... Should I say it or not, it is quite cute.

System: Host, don't push him into a hurry.

Sheng Huaizhao looked at the man pretending to be calm, and felt that he was more manageable than he imagined.

Didn't he bark his teeth and claws viciously in front of him just now, why is he now like a little wild cat that has overturned the rice bowl, even escaping without knowing where to go?

"Why are you nervous?" Sheng Huaizhao sat leisurely and lazy, "I told you a long time ago, when you liked me seven times a night, you still don't believe me."

He started to make up things again, Yun Jian grabbed the knuckles of the brocade quilt and paused slightly, becoming angry from embarrassment: "Get out."

The person in front of him remained motionless, obviously not driven away by his intimidating words, Yun Jian half-bent his knees, only felt the bloody smell on his lips was like some kind of tempting and addictive poison.

It catalyzed his blood until it boiled hot, entangled him endlessly, and made him restless.

Naturally, Sheng Huaizhao didn't have the habit of sending him to his door as a tool man, but he was quite surprised by Yun Jian's reaction.

In the confrontation before, they drew their swords and shot when they were obviously not moving, why did they change their routine now?

Sheng Huaizhao's eyelashes trembled slightly, seeing the blood on Yun Jian's lips.

Is it because of his own blood?

Yun Jian lowered his eyes and meditated, trying his best to curb his desires and thoughts that were running around, but he didn't expect the source of the constant bewitching mind to come over on his own initiative.

Sheng Huaizhao gently lifted Yun Jian's chin with his injured hand: "Don't hide, let me see."

The smell of blood was right in front of his eyes, and Yun Jian's self-control, which he had maintained, suddenly shattered. When he came back to his senses, the fingertip had already fallen between his teeth.

He clearly heard the person in front of him whisper softly: "...it hurts."

It's just a byte, but it seems to knock on a door full of restrictions.

The sullenness that had been at a disadvantage before made a comeback, he lightly touched Sheng Huaizhao's fingertips with his canine teeth, licking the wound as if revenge.

Seeing that he didn't want to let go, Sheng Huaizhao pretended to be in pain, and stroked the wild cat's fur.

He probably knew why Yun Jian did this.

In the original book, after Sheng Huaizhao fell into the devil, he attracted many evil spirits because of his yin body, and most of them yearned for his blood.

Because there is another incredible thing about the most yin body-blood is comparable to the first-class elixir for demon cultivators.

It is precisely because of this that he has won the favor of the Nine-Tails Clan, and can form a bond with this monster clan who is proficient in the method of dual cultivation.

But he previously thought that after the magic core was transferred to Yun Jian, this messy setting should disappear, and there were a lot of bleeding before, but Yun Jian had never seen it like this.

System: ...Could it be because you had an intimate relationship.

Sheng Huaizhao: Can you still have this passive skill?

You guys in the cultivation world really know how to play.

The feeling of blood passing was very vivid. If Sheng Huaizhao had just pretended to be in pain to keep Yun Jian from blowing his hair, now his vision is indeed a little dark.

"Okay." Sheng Huaizhao lightly pressed the corner of his lips with his fingertips, "No matter how delicious it is, you can't finish it all at once. Reasonable development, do you understand recycling?"

Yun Jian's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and he paused for a moment before realizing what he had done, and pushed his hand away in a little panic.

"...you don't have to."

Sheng Huaizhao: "Ah, that's right."

You are the main character, what you say is what you say.

He twirled his fingertips lightly, trying to stand up slowly, but his figure shook slightly.

Yun Jian grabbed his waist quickly with his eyes and hands, and finally revealed his hidden guilt: "Are... are you okay?"

Sheng Huaizhao didn't expect that he was so bad, it was just that he was bitten for a while, so it looked like hypoglycemia.

"Dizzy." He closed his eyes and frowned.

Even if he didn't say anything, Yun Jian knew why this happened, and he unconsciously tightened his hands protecting Sheng Huaizhao's lower back.

There was still a sweet aftertaste on the tip of his tongue, and his voice tightened: "I didn't let you do this either."

Sheng Huaizhao lightly pressed the center of his brows, feeling dizzy so badly that he could see the twinkling stars when he closed his eyes: "I can't even see, can't you speak softly?"

...what does this have to do with it.

Yun Jian took him to the edge of the bed, leaned on his waist with a pillow, hesitated for a moment, and brought him a bowl of lotus seed porridge.

Before speaking, he pressed his voice lightly: "Drink some."

Sheng Huaizhao slowly opened half of his eyes: "It's really smart, knowing that now is the best time to poison me."

Yun Jian knew that he would not compromise easily, so he took a sip along the spoon, then frowned: "Sweet."

The spoon quickly scooped up another spoonful of lotus seed porridge, and when it was handed to his lips, Sheng Huaizhao was light again: "Now you don't think the spoon is dirty?"

System: ...Host, you are really fussy.

Sheng Huaizhao: Yes, I will take revenge for every grievance, I have a small stomach, and I am so vicious that there is no one else.

Sheng Huaizhao lowered his head when he saw that Yun Jian's worried expression was about to sink.

"...It's really sweet."

Yun Jian pursed his lips into a straight line, seeing that he had no intention of holding it himself, he held the porcelain spoon and continued to pass it: "Drink more."

Sheng Huaizhao didn't sneer this time, he drank half a bowl honestly, and turned his head away when he was really tired: "I can't drink any more."

Yun Jian put the bowl back on the table.

Fortunately, Mian'an is rich in resources, extravagance and wealth, and the blood energy that was lost just now was replenished by half a bowl of lotus seed porridge. Sheng Huaizhao sighed: "From this point of view, how can my meager body be your long-term meal ticket."

If you put some blood on it, you will faint, and now you still say that there is a good Lingzhi to take care of it, how will he make up for it if it is out of Mian'an?

Yun Jian also knew the thinness of his aura, so he looked away: "I don't have to... bite you."

Sheng Huaizhao smiled slightly: "Well, it's my fault."

He took a rare step back, Yun Jian's dark blood pupils froze slightly, and before he left, he clasped Sheng Huaizhao's wrist again.

"You... just rest here."

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Huaizhao was stunned for a moment.

Just biting a finger, this attitude has changed so much?

Yun Jian's emotions narrowed, and then returned to an elusive indifference, as if the emotional value molested by Sheng Huaizhao earlier was cleared.

"When you wake up, you can see what you want to see..."

boom.

The door outside the dormitory suddenly burst open, Mingshun stumbled and lay on the ground in embarrassment.

Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian: ...

With the intervention of an outsider, the delicate atmosphere just now dissipated suddenly, and Yun Jian's hand was quietly released.

The little monk rubbed his red head, subconsciously wanting to find a crack in the ground, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing but good jade on the ground, so he could only look away in embarrassment: "That, that, Huai Zhao, Young Master Jiang is looking for you."

He really didn't come here to eavesdrop.

It's just that I was idle at the door, I got closer, and then I didn't stand still.

I didn't hear anything about how many times a night, I didn't hear anything about resting here.

Sheng Huaizhao took the time to watch him talking nonsense, the little monk had very little experience of lying, he stammered and looked around, obviously he heard everything.

Really wronged, such a good child was forced to listen to these swear words, and was forced to lie.

Sheng Huaizhao leaned over and picked up the cloak on the ground and fastened it again: "OK, let's go."

The sleeping hall returned to silence, Yun Jian looked at the re-closed door, and his previously fluctuating heart suddenly sank.

But it didn't settle down steadily, but sank endlessly.

He was also alone before, but he had never been so empty... When he came back to his senses, his eyes had already fallen on the bunny lying on his side on the table.

Tutuanzi has melted a little, with two ears drooping slightly on his head, pitiful.

Sheng Huaizhao followed Mingshun out of the side hall, the night was cold, and his chest was aching from the cold.

Sensing his expression, Mingshun quickly said: "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Sheng Huaizhao shook his head lightly, and put down his hand covering his chest.

Even though he said so, the worry in Mingshun's eyes still couldn't be resolved.

When Lord Huaiyujian brought him back from the Demon Realm, Mingshun's first reaction was to look at Sheng Huaizhao. He had no cultivation base and his spiritual power was weak, and he would inevitably be eroded by the demon energy after staying in the Demon Realm for a long time.

Mingshun stood still, and said no matter how much hesitant he said, "Huai Zhao, don't take any risks in the future."

Sheng Huaizhao turned his head following his voice, the wind blew by, the light and shadow of the promenade flickered, and half of his silhouette melted into the night.

"Are you worried about me?"

Mingshun was puzzled: "Of course, you are my savior..."

Sheng Huaizhao seemed to raise his head, so calm that Ming Shun mistakenly thought that he had said something wrong, so he also raised his head in a daze.

He said slowly, "It was Yun Jian who saved you."

"There is also you." Mingshun realized that the night sky tonight is very beautiful, and raised his neck, "I regard you as very important friends."

He said it frankly and honestly, as if it was a trivial matter that should be taken for granted.

"But Yun Jian might be, he doesn't seem to like me very much... Don't talk about that, do you think I'm a person who doesn't repay kindness?" Mingshun suddenly reacted, a little angry.

He finally recalled the meaning of Sheng Huaizhao's words, like a bystander who stayed out of the matter, not expecting anyone's emotional response.

In a sense, it seems to be fickle.

Sheng Huaizhao was amused by his slowness, and shook his head: "I find you are quite funny."

If he hadn't met here, maybe he could really be good friends with this stupid kid.

"I'm not playing." Mingshun was serious, "I remember Yun Jian's Gu, your spirit core."

Sheng Huaizhao nodded obediently: "I know, I know."

Mingshun felt that he was perfunctory himself, but he had no evidence, so he could only silently make up his mind that he must find a way to heal the two of them.

"By the way, how is Jiang Wanzhu's situation?"

Mingshun's face was solemn: "Not too good, she has fallen into the center of the demon tree since the day she disappeared. I have read in ancient books that if a monster wants to take shape, in addition to thousands of years of practice, it must be enlightened. Indispensable."

The enlightenment of the monster's wisdom is equivalent to a monk crossing the border to cross the catastrophe. If there is a slight difference, it will either die or be disabled. All living beings absorb human wisdom, so they must taste and devour Jiang Wanzhu's spiritual consciousness.

After listening, Sheng Huaizhao let out a long sigh.

Jiang Wanzhu's current state is not in a vegetative state, and it is unknown whether she can wake up.

"Is there no other way for Huai Yujian?"

"Of course there is." Ming Shun said, "but that method sounds very risky. You have to enter the Demon Realm to find the root of the demon tree, refine it into medicine and take it. But Miss Jiang is unconscious now, maybe eating it is a good idea. If it doesn't work, you can only take a medicinal bath..."

The little monk had an occupational disease, and began to think about what to do in the face of this situation, but he didn't notice that Sheng Huaizhao's eyes were getting darker.

Huai Yujian Jun has seen big scenes, and he must have realized that Sheng Huaizhao had hidden the things of the Demon Realm on the day he rescued them. If he wants to delve deeper into the creation of all things and the Demon Realm, he will soon find out what he has done.

Mingshun took Sheng Huaizhao to the Yueyue Palace where Jiang Wanzhu was, and the first thing he saw was a row of servants and maids holding elixir, and after a few twists and turns, he saw Xie Jinyi.

Mingshun quietly approached Sheng Huaizhao, and said in a low voice, "I thought he was scary when we met for the first time, but I didn't expect him to be a disciple of Yuanxing Palace."

Sheng Huaizhao slightly tilted his head, thinking that the little monk still judges people by their appearance.

System: Learning is broken.

Sheng Huaizhao: Oh, from whom?

system:……

What do you say?

Xie Jinyi seemed to be waiting for him here, and when he saw someone, he immediately stepped forward: "Mr. Sheng, are you okay?"

Mingshun remembered that he was someone who could almost beat Yun Jian, and he was afraid in his heart, but he pretended to be calm.

Sheng Huaizhao felt more and more that Mingshun was like a hamster, pulling him back lightly, and then politely said: "Fortunately, Mr. Lao Dao is concerned."

Xie Jinyi also sensed Mingshun's vigilance towards him, and said softly, "Don't worry, Chenxian won't make things difficult for others."

Sheng Huaizhao nodded, and Mingshun behind him was stopped by Xie Jinyi when he stepped in.

The little monk was slightly startled, Xie Jinyi just smiled gently: "Please stay still."

Sheng Huaizhao tilted his head: "It's okay, wait for me here."

Mingshun glanced lightly and nodded obediently.

In the dormitory, Sheng Huaizhao could feel the spiritual power flowing in the air as soon as he stepped in, and the little pain caused by the cold in the long corridor just now disappeared.

Jiang Chen was dressed in fine clothes, quietly guarding the bedside, holding Jiang Wanzhu's hand motionlessly.

Sheng Huaizhao just glanced at it, but some kind of memory fragment flashed back in his memory, as if he had experienced such a scene a long time ago.

But the shattered fragments are fleeting, just like the endless dream in the Demon Realm, which just appeared suddenly like a hook and lock, and disappeared after drawing his attention.

Sheng Huaizhao's eyes were deep, and he scattered his thoughts and forced himself not to think about it.

When Jiang Chen looked back, he saw that his face was not very good, and subconsciously said: "Have you not rested yet? Sorry, I heard that the doctor who took care of you said that you are fine, so..."

"It's okay." Sheng Huaizhao opened his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"You should have met Huai Yu Jianjun," Jiang Chen said softly, "Jian Jun is very interested in Yun Jian. I accept your favor and have the honor to pay homage to Yuanxing Palace."

Sheng Huaizhao said silently in his heart that I am the same.

"Although Yun Jian is very talented and skilled, he is a demon cultivator after all... What's more, the destruction of the Mian'an Leya Palace and the appearance of the Demon-Suppressing Orb shocked the four continents and eight sects, and many monks saw the sword king rescued him , you will inevitably be tracked down and entangled by other sects in the future."

Jiang Chenxian blamed himself endlessly. The appearance of Zhenmozhu in Mian'an had brought a lot of negative effects. Rumors about Jiang's connection with the demon world had already spread. If Yun Jian and Sheng Huaizhao were allowed to leave like this, he would Worried that people with ulterior motives will stare at them.

It's not that he doesn't believe in remonstrance, but Moxiu... After all, there is a demon in his heart, and Sheng Huaizhao is a mortal with a shattered spiritual core and cannot protect himself. If outsiders guide him intentionally, it may lead to catastrophe.

Sheng Huaizhao naturally understood what he meant. Taking Yun Jian's protagonist aura as an example, he must have reached the top step by step and become the focus.

But in the past, he was on the right path, he was devoted to the sword, he was open and upright, and demons and ghosts were naturally avoided.But now he is a demon cultivator... As far as monsters have the inferiority of improving their cultivation base through cannibalism, he will definitely become the target of public criticism.

"Wouldn't someone reject us if we worshiped Yuanxing Palace?" Sheng Huaizhao asked with a smile.

There was no malice in his words, but Jiang Chenxian sensed his latent distrust.

The number one sect in the world has taken in a cripple and a demon cultivator, how embarrassing is it to spread the word?And they worshiped under the sect together with Jiang Chenxian, so how many gossips would there be if other disciples in the sect heard it?

Since ancient times, it is not easy to be a transfer student.

"I know." Jiang Chen replied in a firm voice, "Yuan Xing Palace has strict selection, but apart from apprentice invitations, the top ten in the Sizhou Conference every ten years can choose their own sect."

Yuan Xinggong accepting them will lead to gossip, so if they choose Yuan Xinggong openly, they can stop everyone's mouths.

System: The Four Continents Conference is equivalent to the college entrance examination in the cultivation world. If you get the top score in the exam, you will be famous all over the world, and any famous school will call you.

Sheng Huaizhao pretended to be amazed, and then asked: "It sounds very tempting, so why didn't you go to the Four Continents Conference?"

"...Jin Yi became a teacher by slaying monsters. I wanted to follow the path he walked, but I had an accident in the Demon Realm, and I didn't care about it after that."

Sheng Huaizhao understood that if this was the case, it would indeed be a good choice to go to the Four Continents Conference.

While hesitating, there was a commotion outside the Yueyue Palace.

Jiang Chenxian's face darkened suddenly, and he turned around to walk out of the bedroom, Sheng Huaizhao followed behind him, raised his eyes sideways, and all he saw was Yun Jian with disheveled hair.

His clothes were disheveled and his eyes were eager. His expression stabilized when he saw Sheng Huaizhao, and then he burst out with grievances: "Huaizhao..."

Only then did Sheng Huaizhao realize that the dawn had come outside the Yueyue Palace, and the sky was just emerging.

The little crying bag came to him.

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I'm so anxious to see my wife.