After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously avoided the ring, but exchanged for another more secret secret as if in exchange.

He never told anyone that the earlobe is the most sensitive place.

When the bone nail pierced in, the pain felt like a stone entering a lake, and ripples rippled along the flesh and blood. He thought he could hold back, but in the end he lost control and grabbed Yun Jian's hand.

Blood slid down the jaw line, like a bouquet of flowers blooming on the white neck, Yun Jiandu was staring blankly for a moment, then subconsciously kissed her.

"Well……"

The unexpected touch made Sheng Huaizhao whine in a daze.

The little tiger, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, was suddenly overturned into the brocade quilt, and his four legs were stretched for a long time without turning back.

Yun Jian was like a brat who didn't know the seriousness, his blood spurted out from his reaction, a certain kind of desire hidden deep in his heart was instantly ignited, and he yelled frantically, ordering him to show his fangs to the person in front of him.

...But this is Huai Zhao.

As if a nerve had been pricked by a sharp needle, Yun Jian got up from Sheng Huaizhao in a panic, and pulled up the scattered coat to tightly cover the severed neck.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean that. I just saw the blood flow down and I was afraid of staining your clothes. I didn't want to force..." The words became more and more chaotic, and his face was only red.

He couldn't explain the desire that had arisen in him just now, it was even more rampant than the inner demon, and it swallowed him up in an instant.

He almost hurt the person he cherished most.

"Aw..." The little white tiger jumped in front of Yun Jian angrily, bit the collar of his sleeve, and dragged him back like a protector.

Yun Jian was a little annoyed that it occupied Sheng Huaizhao, but remembering his offense just now, he lowered his head involuntarily.

He did something wrong and deserved to be punished.

Seeing that he did not resist, the little white tiger tugged at his sleeve and shook his head frantically.

Sheng Huaizhao sat up straight slowly, and lightly touched his earlobe with his fingertips, the bone nails had condensed into knots, firmly held in the earlobe.

The bone nail was attached with spiritual energy, and the pain was quickly relieved and the bleeding was stopped, and the previous stinging pain was also completely eliminated.

After recovering, he slowly looked at Yun Jian. The young man's thin lips were still stained with a touch of blood. When he blinked his eyes, he looked very charming and charming against the gangster, just like at night.

"Secretly took advantage of me again." He said slowly, hugging the whining little tiger in his arms, Yun Jian's cufflinks that were bitten into a mess slowly fell down.

Yun Jian regretted it too much: "I was really obsessed with ghosts just now, and I didn't know..."

"Okay." Sheng Huaizhao sighed helplessly, "I don't blame you, come here."

Yun Jian raised his eyes cautiously, he was a little uncertain about Huai Zhao's mood.

What he did when he woke up in Lingquan was no better than now. Huai Zhao was obviously very angry at that time, and he probably didn't like this kind of compulsion...

"Isn't it all knotted? What are you tweaking?" Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and landed on his cheek, and pinched it vaguely, as if feeling the touch, "Or do you regret it?"

"How could it be possible to regret it!" Little Crying Bag anxiously said, "I'm too happy to be happy, but, just... I'm afraid you won't like it."

Sheng Huaizhao reacted for a moment, and then realized what he cared about.

He was not surprised.

After all, Bingshan had some latent symptoms about his own blood before, and biting him was considered light, so just kissing him like this was nothing.

Besides, I agreed to let people do this, so it's somewhat unreasonable to be angry now.

But suddenly he couldn't think of anything to coax Yun to remonstrate, Sheng Huaizhao stared at him for a moment, squeezed his soft face and kissed him: "Then I'll kiss back too, we're even."

When he agreed to tie the knot, Sheng Huaizhao actually understood that he was quietly showing weakness.

To his surprise, he felt that the method in the little yellow book was quite exciting, and recuperating from injuries was the second priority. Being able to truly control the relationship between them was the dominant reason that drove him to agree.

He likes Yunjian quite a lot, no matter which personality he is.

After the kiss, he found that Xiaokuibao's eyes were watery, staring at him unwaveringly: "...he doesn't really want to get even."

Sheng Huaizhao: "..."

He will not continue to indulge.

Feeling sleepy, Sheng Huaizhao wiped off the blood on his neck and shoulders, packed up and lay down on the bed.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after the earrings were put on, he always felt a little dazed and sleepy, his mind seemed to be slowly covered by gauze fog, and his thoughts were unclear.

When Yun Jian came back to his senses, Sheng Huaizhao was already asleep, and he leaned over defenselessly, facing inward.

And the white tiger stood by his side, staring at him vigilantly.

After contemplating for a moment, he walked to the wooden desk in the hall, sharpened his pen, and wrote a letter.

After the ink was dry, he folded the letter in his cuff, put it in a place where he could detect it but would not drop it, and then returned to the edge of the bed.

Seeing that he was approaching again, the little white tiger drooped its tail ready to go, but was easily slapped to the other side by Yun Jian.

Snowball rolled around twice, it shook its head dizzily, and when it looked up again, Yun Jian was already lying beside Sheng Huaizhao, hugging him tightly in his arms, without giving it a chance to intervene.

The little white tiger was so angry that he found a place to sleep by himself.

The night is dark and the moon is fading away.

Shen Leng's blood pupils opened from the dark night. When Yun Jian woke up again, he felt a heavy forehead. He frowned and raised his hand to touch a fluffy tail first.

The little white tiger bit his knuckles again, and the blood quickly condensed and was licked away by it.

One is a monster, and the other is a demon cultivator. Blood is a great tonic for both parties.

With a grim expression, Yun Jian lifted the little thing that was sleeping on his head while he was asleep, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge, to the side, only to find that his arm was lightly pressed when he turned sideways.

He turned his head and saw Sheng Huaizhao's peaceful sleeping face.

Just in his arms, almost snuggling and quiet, like a small animal crouching beside him to keep him warm.

Yun Jian's memory was blurred for a moment, and he fell back to the scene before he fell asleep... It was in the Lingquan, they kissed, got close, and did what ordinary monks and monks would do.

... But in the end, at such a critical moment, he was replaced by someone else.

After the secret joy, satisfaction and unsatisfactory desire, what returns to the bitterness is shallow jealousy and insatiability.

I have accepted another level of spiritual love. After Sheng Huaizhao found out that he disappeared, was he angry and angry, and did he get a chance to get intimate with him again during the day?

He must have coaxed him well, otherwise they would be sleeping together so much now.

Yun Jian lay back on the pillow again, his free hand unconsciously fell to the side of Sheng Huaizhao's side face, gently stroking along his jawline.

If there were no suspicions and misunderstandings between them at the beginning, would they still be able to imagine how close they are now?

The fingertips groped for the thin lips, paused slightly, and pressed down gently.

Very soft and beautiful like cherry blossoms.But he would only speak sarcasticly and retort at him.

He involuntarily dropped his knuckles to his shoulders. Although the healing effect of Lingquan was good, there were still very shallow traces of the teeth marks he left on them.

Yun Jian hugged the person in his arms tightly, feeling his steady breath falling on his neck and shoulders, and the first thought that popped up was... early tomorrow morning, what is the chance of winning by repeating the old tricks.

But Sheng Huaizhao is so smart, how could he be cheated a second time.

Unceasingly bored, he could only tighten his arms and hold Chang Ye cherishingly into his arms, relying on this short-lived tenderness like an addict.

However, everything will not go as he wished, the dawn came as promised, and Yun Jian soon noticed the movements of the person in his arms before he woke up.

Sheng Huaizhao slept very well this time, he must have fallen into a deep sleep, and he couldn't even remember the afterimage of the dream.

Opening his eyes, he first touched the little tiger lying not far away, the little guy felt his touch, lazily turned his belly out and let him be gentle.

Sheng Huaizhao pinched his thick fleshy paw, but what he thought was that it was right to accept it in the Yanfeng School at that time.

Can resist, fight, can be used as a means of transportation, and can still suck cats.

If it weren't for the heavy hand across his waist, Sheng Huaizhao felt that he could lie here and pinch the big cat's paw for two hours.

He stretched himself, and idly moved Yun Jian's hand over, and when he got up, his long hair fell to his hand.

Tsk, this is not good in ancient times, he can comb his hair for almost an hour a day.

After waking up and sitting for a while, his gaze slowly fell to his side.

Yun Jian's eyes were closed, his complexion remained unchanged, as if he was still in a deep dream and hadn't woken up.

Sea Consciousness's system greeted lazily: "Morning host, let's guess whether it's the crying bag or the iceberg that woke up today."

Sheng Huaizhao: Iceberg.

System: Guess so fast?

Sheng Huaizhao: Because only Bingshan pretends to be asleep, the little crying bag finds that I am awake, and will hug me before I open my eyes.

System: ... makes sense.

You are getting to know these two personalities more and more.

The person who pretended to be calm showed his feet instead, Sheng Huaizhao stared at his face, but he was a little curious about what expression this person would face him.

That night he ran away after having a good time, probably lingering on it, will this person chase after the sweetness and take another risk?

Thinking of this, Sheng Huaizhao slowly lowered his hand to support Yun Jian's side neck.

It has to be said that this talented, arrogant and unparalleled male protagonist actually has a hidden golden finger.

- Acting.

The little crying package is weak and cute, but this person pretends to be sleeping and pretends to be ignorant and familiar with the road.

He clearly sensed that he was getting so close, but he didn't even move his eyelashes, which can be described as quite sophisticated.

How to fix him?

Sheng Huaizhao focused on his outline, his hair fell from his shoulders and fell to the side of Yun Jian's neck.

Thin and dense, like the feathers of sparrows scratched here, it was so itchy that his fists hidden under the brocade quilt were slightly clenched.

... Sheng Huaizhao wakes up on weekdays, does he also look at the other him so intently?

It's the same face, can he hate it for a moment?

Questions came up one after another, and Yun Jian felt that his heart was restless, and when he was about to repeat the previous sword move to calm his mind, his lips softened slightly.

The gentle touch of the lips rolled down, and the breath with a light fragrance sprinkled on the side of the face.

Sheng Huaizhao kissed him.

Then before he could react, he lifted the quilt and got up as if nothing happened, and got out of bed by himself.

Change clothes, pull hair, and then open the door and leave.

When the sound of closing the door came, Yun Jian suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight as if frightened.

His fingertips lightly touched his lips, and he touched them in disbelief.

...Sheng Huaizhao kissed him, did he find out, or not?

...And what mood did you fall for this kiss?

He raised his hand and pressed it lightly in front of him, and the flattery and panic that he had never felt spread over his chest.

Outside the door of the side hall, Sheng Huaizhao leaned against the door and wiped the corner of his lower lip with a proud face.

Think about it, liar.

After tidying up the people, Sheng Huaizhao went to find the young monk in Mingshun's palace. He had learned a lot from the sleeves of Yuanxing Palace during this time, and now he was holding a book of folk remedies and was fascinated by it.

Quite a scholar.

"Huai Zhao?" Mingshun noticed him as soon as he entered the door, and quickly put down the book, "Why are you here?"

"Come and see you." Sheng Huaizhao sat across from him with a smile, and his fingertips touched the small cup on the table, "Are you still used to it in Mian'an recently?"

"Habits. There are a lot of medical skills and Buddhist scriptures here. I can still meditate when I come back from the medicine garden every day. Young Master Jiang also treats me very leniently."

"Since I'm used to it, I'm at ease." Sheng Huaizhao looked at him with a slightly startled expression, and didn't intend to continue to detour, "Mian'an is a good place, I want you to stay here."

"...What do you mean I stay here, you and Yun Jian?" The little monk's smile suddenly disappeared, and he looked at the person in front of him fixedly, "Aren't you still going to participate in the Four Continents Conference?"

This is what he heard from Jiang Chenxian, saying that Yuan Xing Palace intends to accept them as disciples, and in order to avoid being offended, they want to win the first place in the Four Continents Conference.

Why does Huaizhao now mean that he stays here alone?

"The Four Continents Conference... I don't really want to go." Sheng Huaizhao pointed his belly and twirled along the mouth of the cup.

The Yuanxing Palace provided them with a shortcut, no matter whether they were magicians or cripples, they would have a place to stay.

But there are too many people involved in this way, even if the Jiang family, Xie Jinyi, Huai Yujianjun, and other sects dare not speak out, they are not sure what they will do in secret.

People's hearts are complicated, and the world is unpredictable. The more sharp-edged Yun Jian is, the easier it is to become a target of public criticism.

It is not as good as a single band to develop aggressively. When the big dad takes shape, are you afraid that someone will join forces to find fault?

The most important thing is the parents in Yun Jian's memory. Although he probably understood the cause of the two people's death in the painful past, Sheng Huaizhao has always been haunted by that inexplicable sense of disobedience.

There must be something else wrong, but Yun Jian was too young to notice it.

"Can't I go with you?" Mingshun followed, "I'm stronger now than before. I know how to use medicine, and... I can also resist beatings."

Sheng Huaizhao couldn't hold back his laughter, why did he bring Mingshun just to resist the beating.

"Next, I'm going to go back to Demon Realm. That place doesn't just stop being beaten." Sheng Huaizhao stared at him, and sighed slowly. "You actually know that this place is more suitable for you."

Even in the original book, Mingshun is stationed in the Buddhist gate, rectifying the Buddha's heart, and crossing the world with compassion.He has something to pursue in his heart, and Sheng Huaizhao doesn't want to be the chief culprit who leads people to go astray.

Mingshun stared at him intently, and then slowly lowered his eyes after a while: "Okay."

Huai Zhao was right, he had no desire to kill and was indecisive, so he would inevitably become a drag.

But he just cared about Sheng Huaizhao...

Seeing the little monk lowering his eyes and meditating quietly, the words fell into his throat for no reason, Sheng Huaizhao slowly stood up and turned around to leave.

"Are we friends?" the person behind asked eagerly.

Sheng Huaizhao asked back, "Why not?"

Confess a good thing, when Sheng Huaizhao came out, he saw the white dress under the tree outside the temple gate.

From early spring to summer, the flowering branches are in full bloom, and the warm sunlight casts the shadows of the flowering branches on Yun Jian's clothes, as if splashing the spring colors on him.

He stood firmly under his subordinates, his pair of undisguised red pupils were deep and quiet.

Sheng Huaizhao strolled closer, as if by accident: "Stop pretending today?"

The red pupils were slightly rippling, Yun Jian looked away and remained silent.

Not knowing what kind of temper he was having, Sheng Huai Zhaoxin happily lowered his gaze, only to find that there was a little thing struggling in his arms.

The white tiger seemed to be extremely resistant to being hugged by him, and its mangosteen-like fleshy ball showed its sharp claws, scratching his arm for a while, and gnawing at his knuckles for a while.

Seeing him notice, Yun Jian passed his hand over, and the little white tiger instantly found an opportunity to jump to the ground, and quickly ran to stand at Sheng Huaizhao's feet.

"...You didn't come here just to bring it over, did you?"

Just as Yun Jian was about to speak, he realized that there was a white bone nail under Sheng Huaizhao's right ear.

As awe-inspiring as frost and snow in winter, falling on the small earlobe, it is obviously not a big change, but Yun Jian sees it more profoundly in an instant.

After Sheng Huaizhao left the bedroom, he found a letter in his sleeve.

It was left to him by another soul, which explained the reason for the bone nail and even left a warning.

"If you dare to hurt Huai Zhao again, I will not let you go."

After reading it, Yun Jian burned the letter paper expressionlessly.

"You have to go."

Sheng Huaizhao just leaned over to let the white tiger lying next to his legs jump into his arms, but he didn't notice Sen Liang passing by him, and said leisurely: "Yes, I'm leaving today."

The body is almost healthy, and he made it clear to Mingshun that the seven sects are still entangled with the Jiang family, so it would be better for him to go clean earlier.

Anyway, Jiang Chenxian had lifted the entry and exit restrictions for them, so he probably guessed that they would leave without saying goodbye.

"Where are you going?" Yun Jian's eyes followed the person in front of him, and he didn't finish speaking for a while.

Sheng Huaizhao condensed him for a moment, then slowly approached with the little white tiger in his arms, as if watching his expression: "Where do I want to go, it has something to do with you?"

Another verbal confrontation.

Yun Jian pursed his thin lips lightly, and seemed to find the words after a while: "It has nothing to do with me, but you have to take me with you."

"Bring you?" Sheng Huaizhao tilted his head, as if puzzled, "You're belittling me, taking advantage of others, and bringing you along isn't asking for trouble?"

Sheng Huaizhao has a hundred ways to torment the person in front of him, just wait for him to continue to be proud.

The little crying bag needs to be coaxed, but the iceberg has to be tossed.

Yun Jian looked at his face, and slowly lowered his head for a while: "I'm sorry."

The resounding abacus in Sheng Huaizhao's mind suddenly stopped, and all the calculations just now made no sense. He was dubious: "What did you say?"

"I apologize to you." Yun Jian bowed his head, showing a submissiveness he had never seen before, "Where are you going?"

Bingshan actually apologized?

According to the normal plot, shouldn't he pretend to blame and then settle the old score with him?

What is admitting a mistake?

"...Unowned Abyss." Sheng Huaizhao replied cautiously, as long as this person's reaction was not as he expected, he would feel a little uneasy.

He is getting more and more uncertain about this personality.

Yun remonstrated with his cultivation realm, and the domain of the Divine Consciousness Network was wider than before. When Sheng Huaizhao said he was going to leave, he opened it again.

"Go behind the guarding formation."

Now that the seven major sects are wary of the Jiang family, they will naturally send many constables to guard around Mian'an. After all, if they can catch the traces of the demon cultivator, they can be convicted.

When the two reached the back of the guarding formation, they ran into Xie Jinyi head-on.

Daojun waited with his sword, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Here we come." Seeing the two of them, Xie Jinyi rolled his lips and smiled politely.

This is a sword intent he left behind, it is not aggressive, it is just stationed here and waiting for orders.

Ever since the conversation in Jiang Wanzhu's bedroom that day, Jiang Chenxian had actually vaguely noticed that Sheng Huaizhao had no intention of staying for long.

"The second is Jiang's kindness. If you need help in the future, you can come to me anytime." He handed a jade plaque to the two of them.

Sheng Huaizhao smiled lightly: "Thank you."

The white tiger turned into a shape, and consciously lowered itself towards the owner in front of him. Sheng Huaizhao glanced at the expressionless Yun Jian, and lay down on the back of the white tiger with ease.

Still a good little furry guy to sit on.

Yun Jian's hand holding the sword was slightly stiff. He was still thinking about how to protect Sheng Huaizhao if the sword was not suitable for his hand when he was holding the sword... but he didn't expect that there was no chance at all.

Wuzhu Abyss is far away from Mian'an City, and the two of them traveled halfway with a tiger for a day. Although Baihu's back is easier than Yujian's, Sheng Huaizhao is too tired to maintain the same posture all day long.

"I can't bear it anymore, I want to rest." He stood up, only to realize that his hip bones were so stiff.

Yun Jian lowered his eyes and walked up to him silently.

Sheng Huaizhao Shi Shiran glanced at him, ignoring him shamelessly.

"Walk a little longer, this place is close to the Demon Realm, so it's not safe at night."

This is the first sentence that the two of them talked since Mian'an came out.

Sheng Huaizhao originally wanted to go further, but he couldn't hold on physically, and Baihu was also tired.

It turned back into a kitten, lying listlessly in Sheng Huaizhao's arms, purring for him to rub its paws.

Sheng Huaizhao patiently massaged the little white tiger, and asked slowly, "Yun Dajianxiu, are you afraid of being unsafe?"

The face of the person in front of him was slightly gloomy.

After speaking, he carried the little white tiger and walked into the Immortal Realm in front of him. Sure enough, it was close to the Demon Realm, and the place was cold and quiet.

"It will be faster if the guest officer stays at the inn." In the passing small inn, the waiter in the inn raised his voice, "If it is later, it will be unsafe, and our place will be closed."

Sheng Huaizhao pretended to be at a loss: "What's wrong here?"

"Hey, we're close to the Demon Realm here, and it's easy for goblins to come out at night to make troubles. They're so smart that they can transform into human figures to deceive people everywhere."

Sheng Huaizhao nodded slightly. Hearing that there were still two vacant rooms left, he looked back at Yun Jian: "What should I say, are you going to sleep or not?"

The indifferent young man glanced at him and said coldly, "Two rooms."

"Okay, please come upstairs, guest officer."

Sheng Huaizhao held Baihu in his arms, and said that Bingshan was quite angry, but if he challenged him, he would sleep in a separate room.

As soon as he went upstairs, the people behind stopped him.

The sleeping white tiger was grabbed by the back of the neck, and then he turned his hands and fell into an empty room. Before Sheng Huaizhao could react, he was dragged into the same room by Yun Jian.

...It turned out that the more room was for Baihu.

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