After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Ever since seeing Shengcheng's corpse, Sheng Huaizhao felt that the smell of the corpse guarding tree had become a little strange, and the idea of ​​getting a sachet had disappeared.

Since he had promised to give Wanwusheng his heart and soul, he would not break his promise.But the blood of the heart must be cut on the top of the spiritual core. As for his current body, he does not know how many times it can be created for him. At present, the body must be nourished first.

Jiang Chenxian knew his situation, and the Lingquan here alone did not restrict the two of them, and they could come and go freely.

Sheng Huaizhao put his coat on the bank and slowly stepped into the pool.

The dusk of Xiandao burns red from the skyline, like rendered ink, lavishly encroaching on the sky in front of you.

It's been a long time since he took a bath so peacefully, and the residual poison in Yun Jian's body will be completely removed in time, Sheng Huaizhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The clear spring water floated along the contours of Sheng Huaizhao, and the subtle ripples rippling over the corners of his eyes, as if a thin layer of glaze had been applied to the skin, the water shone beautifully.

The system also relaxes in his sea of ​​consciousness: the next thing he should think about is how Yun Jian's two souls can merge.

His slender eyelashes were stained with water, and when he lifted them up, there were half drops of water, and half of them soaked in his eyes, making his vision foggy.

Two spirits.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his head lightly, and what he saw was the fairy deer coming with things.

The last time he touched the pot of drunken immortals out of his own strength, he fell into a daze for no reason, and went crazy for a long time in a woman's attire.

After thinking about it, he actually felt that the little crying bag during the day was too cunning.

Taking retreat as advance, gaining an inch, on the surface it looks harmless to humans and animals, but in fact has a lot of narrow-mindedness, and he takes advantage of the loopholes if he is not careful.

The system chuckled: Don't you think icebergs are better at night?

"...It's better to deal with it." Sheng Huaizhao said, Bingshan looks fierce and vicious, but in fact, he is strong on the outside and capable on the inside, and he can almost fix him up with just one kiss.

What's more... He raised his hand and watched the water flow through his fingers, the water in his palm slowly dissipated, only a layer of faint light fell on the space, as if he was holding a broken star.

It was this hand that held him that day.

"Huai Zhao."

There was a very soft whisper from the shore, and when Sheng Huaizhao looked up, he saw Yun Jian wearing a middle coat.

The sky is going to be dark, and those black pupils are getting deeper and deeper, like a carving knife slowly drawing out his outline between the black pupils, staring for a long time, wanting to involve the soul.

Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously straightened his waist, and for some reason, he felt his heart beating a little faster.

...Xu Shi spied on the king in Yunjian's sea of ​​knowledge, and gave birth to more pity that easily shakes his usual emotions.

Just as he was about to say something, the person in front of him had already slowly stepped into the pool.

Excellent quality silk is like soft silk after soaking in water, and fits on the muscle texture. Compared with ordinary silk fabrics, the most conspicuous advantage of fairy silk is that it does not get in the way.

As light as nothing, it will not bring any rough friction feeling, which can make practitioners who heal in Lingquan more comfortable and relaxed.

But right now, this has become the biggest shortcoming.

The tulle is so clear that it seems to be invisible when it is washed against the body by water, and it can be seen at a glance.

Sheng Huaizhao closed his eyes uncomfortably, and silently sank a little to the bottom of the pool.

...When I took a bath with Xiaokuibao earlier, the gauze didn't seem so transparent, did it?

The situation is not so embarrassing.

But the more he hides, the closer the people beside him get.

Could it be that Little Crying Bag realized that he was about to go offline, so he came over to cling to him at the last moment?

"The pool is very big, you..." Before he finished speaking, Sheng Huaizhao felt his wrist being gently grasped.

Yun Jian's knuckles were warmed by the spring water, and fell on the wrist bones like small locks, holding him gently and tightly.

"Huai Zhao." The person in front of him called his name again very softly.

Sheng Huaizhao only felt that he was about to die.

He stabilized his mind, convinced that he was only being relied on by children, and calmly asked, "What's wrong?"

"I... want to rely on you."

"Oh." He looked away, watched Xianlu silently spread the altar by the pool, and diverted his attention.

Isn't it just leaning, what's wrong with two big men touching shoulders?

When I was in school, I heard that all the children studying in the north took a bath in the big bathhouse. If everyone was embarrassed, the bathhouse would be closed.

Just as he regained his composure, Sheng Huaizhao felt his ankle being tapped lightly.

"... Be careful, there are stones at the bottom of the pool." He couldn't help reminding.

"Yeah." Yun Jian's toes stepped on the stone surface that had just floated, and lightly pressed against his ankle, "I know."

"You are really... quite strange today." Sheng Huaizhao realized that his territory had been invaded one step at a time, and subconsciously smiled, "Have you not recovered from the panic in the morning?"

The system was bubbling in the sea of ​​consciousness, and suddenly discovered that his host would involuntarily talk too much when he was nervous.

Tsk, Xiao Kuibao has forced people into what kind of situation.

No matter what happens next, the system feels that he should maintain his good professional ethics, whispered good night to Sheng Huaizhao, and then disconnected.

Now Sheng Huaizhao didn't even have the chance to chat with others in his mind to be distracted.

Yun Jian rarely looked at him so closely, and when he was alone at night, he always reminded himself that the person in front of him was inconsistent with his words and deeds, and he needed to be careful.

Spent so much time on the confrontation and ended up scarred.

He slowly raised his lightly held hand and brought it in front of him, slowly copying it as if peeking out the past memory from the lines in his palm.

"It's a little itchy... Can you read palms?" Sheng Huaizhao was at a loss for words.

Yun Jian shook his head lightly, his long jet-black hair fell into the water and was moistened into wisps, some hanging on his shoulders and some sticking to the side of his face.

Winding down, lively and fragrant.

Sheng Huaizhao was absent-minded for two seconds, and his feet slipped.

"Hmm..." He took a sip of water, and the person in front of him scooped it up quickly, and gently ran it down his back.

Yun Jian supported his waist and gently lifted him out of the water, and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

Sheng Huaizhao had no choice but to hold onto his shoulders, and coughed for a long time to get over his breath. His eyes were stained crimson, and even the skin under his eyes seemed to be smeared with rouge.

He stared at the red marks around Yun Jian's eyes, and whispered, "You're too close, I... have nowhere to stand."

There was really no way he was talking nonsense.

Yun Jian looked at him slowly, and after a long while, he lowered his voice and hummed softly.

"If you don't like it, you can just say so."

Sheng Huaizhao only felt that he had just broken a finger from his palm, and he held it again in a blink of an eye.

If it was tit for tat, he would be able to tease him with outspoken words, but when the relationship was easing, he would never be able to resist such words.

Little Crying Bag's childhood was so pitiful, he likes to cling to people, so what if you let him cling for a while?

Sheng Huaizhao sighed slowly, as if surrendering: "Forget it, just stand like this."

The pool slowly returned to silence, only the sound of gurgling water echoed in front of the two of them.

Sheng Huaizhao gradually got used to his beating heart, and finally his eyes fell from the misty mist on the surface of the pool.

There is a faint scar on Yun Jian's chest.

This is left over from changing the spirit core. When his nighttime personality wanted to hurt himself, the magic core inside him would restrict Yun Jian like a warning.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that a long time has passed since they confronted each other.

Sensing his gaze, Yun Jian leaned over and brought his fingertips here.

"It still hurts sometimes." He said softly, "Especially when I miss you."

Sheng Huaizhao's magic core is hidden here, so he would naturally feel pain.

It was obviously the most normal truth, but when it fell to his ears, it seemed to be wet with warm water mist and turned into love words, which made Sheng Huaizhao's heart beat chaotic again after he finally calmed down.

Did the deer guarding Lingquan run into the atrium?

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he subconsciously turned his head and leaned towards the Lingtai: "It hurts, eat more to make up for the pain."

It's a pity that he was too flustered. He wanted to take the rabbit dumpling, but he was caught off guard and knocked over the Zuixian Pavilion next to the stage.

Immortal wine spilled all over the table, and even fell into the pool along the table.

Yun Jian gently took his flustered hand, let go of the distance, and walked to the altar.

"You are not in good health yet, let me come."

Of course Sheng Huaizhao's body was not so weak that he couldn't stand up even if he overturned a wine bottle, but the steps given by Yun Jian gave him room to breathe, and he curled up to a safe place like a conch that met someone.

It's safest to keep your distance...

But when he looked up, he found that the light in the sky was about to disappear, and the person in front of him might change his personality soon. He was lucky again: "There are rabbit dumplings here, didn't you say you want to eat them all day?"

Yun Jian picked up the pastry, stood on the bank and slowly pushed it towards him: "Yes."

This meant to share with him, Sheng Huaizhao stood there hesitating, seeing that he had taken one first and didn't intend to approach him to feed him, so he relaxed.

According to what Sheng Huaizhao said during the day, Yun Jian began to eat from the tail, but when he bit into it, he felt that it was three points less sweet and one point more astringent.

He said softly, "The rabbit dumpling seems to be spoiled, don't eat it."

Sheng Huaizhao's outstretched hand quickly came back to him: "Okay."

Yun Jian brought other food for him and put it in front of him.

There are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and small shredded pork cakes.

Sheng Huaizhao was lying on the edge of the pool, sipping a piece of pastry. He just thought it tasted good, but when he ate the second piece, he could smell the faint smell of wine attached to it.

Some of the drunken fairy pavilion that was overturned just now fell on the food.

The last time I was as drunk as mud after two drinks, Sheng Huaizhao has a long memory, and this time he didn't touch even a drop of it on the pastry.

He pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake away, and just when he was about to tell Yun Jian that the plate could not be moved, he thought of what he just said, "The rabbit dumpling seems to be broken"...

In the blessed land of Xianmen, where would there be such low-level mistakes as cooks cooking bad dishes?

The only reason the rabbit dumplings tasted wrong was because the Zuixianting was sprinkled on it.

Sheng Huaizhao looked down, only to find that there were only two left on the plate containing five rabbit dumplings.

"...Yunjian?" He was in a bad mood, and whispered the name of the person in front of him.

At this time, the sunset is gone.

His silhouette sank between the night and the clouds, leaving only a vague shadow for a moment, and it was hard to tell whether he was awake or drunk.

I can't figure out whether the personality has switched.

Sheng Huaizhao felt that it was really a big mistake for him to come to take a bath on a whim.

He hesitated for a while, then slowly broke through the water in front of him, tentatively approaching: "Yunjian?"

The person in front of him seemed to be asleep.

...Don't be nervous, Yun Jian's own cultivation base is not low, maybe the Zuixian Pavilion is no different from ordinary sweet soup to him.

There was no response, but because I wanted to switch my personality, I fell asleep.Things are not going to go bad.

Sheng Huaizhao convinced himself, and when he approached to remind him to go ashore, his wrist was quickly grabbed.

He was slightly stunned, and then he was pushed down by the pool, his wrists were bound, and he was pressed down on the altar in front of him.

The movement was very quick, but Yun Jian's other hand protected his back, slowing down the impact of the gravel on the side of the pool.

The finest heavenly silks are intertwined, the moonlight has not yet appeared, and no light can be embedded between the two.

Sheng Huaizhao felt his heartbeat.

Slow, powerful, very different from him.

"Huai Zhao."

The person in front of him was calling his name softly.

There was no trace of light or shadow, he could not see the expression of the person in front of him clearly, and it was difficult to distinguish the color of the pupils.

Even those who can usually be identified by just listening to the tone of voice, but now it has lost its effect.

His ears seemed to be inflexible due to the soft murmur.

"...Are you drunk?" Sheng Huaizhao asked in a low voice, swallowing in his throat.

"I don't know." The person in front of him slowly put his hands on his shoulders, like a lost child seeking comfort, "I don't know."

If he hadn't imprisoned his hands, maybe he could hug him now to comfort him.

"I just knocked over that wine bottle, maybe some wine was spilled on the bunny buns," Sheng Huaizhao explained with difficulty, "If you feel dizzy, let's go ashore and go back to rest now, okay?"

"not good."

The crisp answer made him unable to speak.

For the first time, he was silenced by Yun Jian.

Yun Jian slowly leaned his forehead closer to his neck, like a lost child murmuring a grown-up: "It's not good for you to always look at him..."

Sheng Huaizhao was almost dizzy by him: "Who am I looking at?"

"...Do you remember what he likes to eat." The person in front of him slowly threw out clues.

"I'll coax him nicely."

"Be more intimate with him."

"You treat me at night...it's not always like this."

One by one, like a stone hitting Sheng Huaizhao's head, he gradually became clear after being dizzy.

He said why there is something wrong with the little crying bag today.

It seems that he is clinging to him and a little cautious, and being close to him is restrained.

Yun Jian's personality hasn't switched, not only has he not switched, perhaps from the moment he woke up to now...he is an iceberg at night.

I was also placed together?

"Who the hell are you now?" Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously exerted force on his wrist, trying to break free from his restraint.

If Bingshan was really lying to him, since when and why did he do it?

It's a pity he couldn't break free.

Suddenly, there was a fine and dense itching sensation in the neck, and the sticky and wandering water was expelled from a thin distance, and the lips burned by wine were burned on it.

hot.

It was as if strong wine had been spilled on the wound, and the blood was burning hot.

It was so hot that Sheng Huaizhao trembled all over for a moment.

"Yun Jian! You are drunk, sober up!" He panicked, "You clearly hate me, saying that I do more things on my own, and that I hate seeing each other..."

"Those are all fake." He said vaguely, slowly grinding away the distance, as if he was confessing his hidden secrets that he never intended to reveal to the public.

"Only what the living beings say is true."

It was love at first sight, for real.

But now Sheng Huaizhao's brain seemed to be scalded by high temperature, and he couldn't find out which sentence from the many words Wan Wusheng said to distinguish the truth from the false, so he could only put down a soft tone: "Okay, I see, I misunderstood you. "

In any case, let the drunk calm down first.

"I was wrong, please stop kissing, I will apologize to you."

However, the person in front of him didn't stop at all.

Sheng Huaizhao felt more and more that something was wrong. He could let Yun advise him to act like a baby, he could listen to him vent his dissatisfaction, and he could accept occasional intimacy.

But if he wanted to force something, he would be unwilling.

Probably because he was struggling too hard, Yun Jian let go of his fingertips, and Sheng Huaizhao's right hand was able to break free, but when he was about to push it away, he felt a pain in his shoulder.

A faint smell of blood seeped into the Lingquan.

Yun Jian bit his shoulder, as if longing for it for a long time, the blood rolled along the wound, only the moment between the teeth pierced was ferocious, and the rest was gentle.

Sheng Huaizhao's hand landed on the back of his head, grabbing the ends of his hair: "It hurts."

Yun Jian also didn't understand why he had such a desire for his blood.

His voice was hoarse, and he asked dully: "I treat you like this during the day, will you push me away?"

"..." Sheng Huaizhao realized later.

"They all know that I have nothing to hide from you in the daytime," Yun Jian seemed unwilling, "Are you also blindly indulging?"

He couldn't tell what he was thinking about, but when he thought about what he said and did just now, in daylight, Sheng Huaizhao would indulge him without a bottom line.

My heart feels sour and astringent as if soaked in aged vinegar.

There was wine in that rabbit dumpling, which eroded his sanity and melted his self-control.

There are many words in my throat to ask, but I am afraid of getting an answer.

"You in the daytime..."

He stared at Sheng Huaizhao's lips, leaning against her arrogantly.

This is the first kiss of waking.

He didn't intend to pretend anymore, the intimacy he stole under the guise of another self was more bitter than anything else.

The sound of water is murmuring, and the moon is on the branches.

The light like silver gauze falls on the surface of the pool, like a hidden net, and the rabbit balls on the jade plate are gathered in the light.

The figures range from dark to bright, light and intertwined, inseparable.

The black hair hanging down and soaked in the spring water was tangled, as if being pushed tighter by the eager water flow, tangled and tangled in the rippling water light, pulling out the waterline.

The steaming mist dampened his breathing, and the wine that had been soaked in the spring seemed to have evaporated, and Sheng Huaizhao also began to feel a little dizzy.

But he's always been the dominant one, especially when it comes to icebergs.

All the anxiety and anxiety were ignited by the thin lips that had just been attached, and the unyielding hidden in the heart seemed to be a continuous lead.He tried hard to grasp the excellent silk, but his hand slipped a few times, and he could only grab the shoulder of the person in front of him.

Based on memory, Sheng Huai Zhaoyi recalled the approximate location where he was bitten and bled, and grabbed Yun Jian at the same place along the way.

The person in front of him gasped lightly, and Qingyu broke out of the cocoon quietly.

Hearing this, he felt eager to try: "Since you... are so obsessed with the day, then I will leave you some... things I won't do during the day."

The scratches spread to the collarbone, and there were thin bloodstains in the bone socket filled with clear spring water, like cherry blossoms in the first snow.

The beauty that violates the season is like a dream.

Clearly knowing that he was seeking revenge and acting fiercely, Yun Jian slowly moved up along his palm bones, pulling him down to his shoulders, inch by inch.

"it is good."

Sheng Huaizhao's other hand slowly extended along his jaw, fell to his neck, and tightened his fingertips.

He pressed Yun Jian's Adam's apple with his fingertips, not too hard, but felt every inch of sliding and trembling.

"...Dare to lie to me," he realized after being angry, and looked down at the person who was one level behind him, "It's against you."

Yun Jian said lightly, and continued to hold his hand, bringing it down his waist.

The memories that have been experienced once are slowly coming back to life. After many exercises in the sea of ​​knowledge, I am eager to repeat the old tricks.

"Don't move." The drops of water hanging on Sheng Huaizhao's eyelashes fell, and his fingertips moved up slightly along his Adam's apple, touching Yun Jian's jaw.

Suppressing the pulse is a threat.

"If you want, I can do it." His moist hair fell on Yun Jian's face, like a pattern winding along that bright red mark.

Sly as a snake.

"You can only submit to me... and you are not allowed to resist." Sheng Huaizhao fixed his eyes, pressed them very close, and tightened his fingertips underwater, "Because I am very angry."

Thinking of his blind distress and panic before, the light in his eyes deepened.

It's because I underestimated, neither of the two personalities of Yun Jian is easy to deal with.

The moonlight became clearer, and the color of Yun Jian's pupils hidden in the daytime receded, and the pale blood color rendered the pupils, unfathomable.

Sheng Huaizhao lowered his eyes, that day he endured and evaded the iceberg in the Demon Realm, and was restricted everywhere, but now...

"It's only been a few days, and it's like a different person." The laughter broke down in his throat, and he asked in a low voice, "I still remember it all, and I can't lie to myself?"

The strength of his wrist changed suddenly, and the person in front of him let out a very soft groan.If it were the past, there would probably be a long period of verbal confrontation, which did not match.

But now, the people in front of them just bear it in silence.

The tip of Sheng Huaizhao's tongue was on the roof of his mouth, the more he thought about it, the more he felt ashamed that he had fallen into his hands today, and he refused to let it go: "It was not good just now, then..."

Before he finished speaking, the person in front of him approached arrogantly again.

In the past, Sheng Huaizhao's method of handling him was learned by him as much as possible, and it reacted on him.

A kiss will do.

Sheng Huaizhao was annoyed for a moment, just as he was about to raise his hand in the water, it was firmly held back.

The water surface was disturbed, the light and shadow were broken, and the clouds and mist were mixed.

The strands of hair that had just been separated were entangled again, different from the jerky swaying and entanglement before, but now they are suppressing and resisting that no one is willing to admit defeat.

In the end, Sheng Huaizhao was the first to lose.

He is a mortal, and his breath is not as good as that of a cultivator, so he turned his face away panting.

His arm was sore and numb, but the person in front of him suddenly lost strength and sank into his arms.

Before Sheng Huaizhao wiped his hands on his body, he saw the person in front of him leaning on his side dizzily.

His eyes narrowed slightly, with an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, the person in front of him seemed to be possessed by a ghost, and slowly raised a pair of steaming eyes, with a hoarse and sticky voice: "Huai Zhao...?"

This time, Sheng Huaizhao heard it for sure.

The one who woke up was the little crying bag.

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Jealousy while taking advantage