After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Yun Jian hugged Sheng Huaizhao quietly in the same place, only felt that the baby was extremely quiet today, so quiet that he was a little overwhelmed.

"Huai Zhao?" Xiao Kui Bao called his name cautiously, and Shou stroked his back gently, "Are you asleep?"

"No." Sheng Huaizhao's voice was slightly deep, with a hint of hoarseness.

The little crying bag was stunned for a second, unbelievable: "Are you crying?"

He couldn't hear clearly, he just felt hoarse than usual, like the light knocking sound of small grains of sand falling on the pinna.

Sheng Huaizhao hated Xiao Kuibao's straightforwardness the most, raised his hand and grabbed the front of his collar, and buried him in his arms.

Yun Jian suddenly felt the coat in front of him slowly fall, and Sheng Huaizhao's warm face fell into his arms.

"...Huai Zhao?" He was stunned for a moment, his hands loosened his sweetheart's waist, protecting his left and right so that he would not fall.

Sheng Huaizhao buried himself for a while, then raised his head in disbelief: "When did you practice?"

So big, no, so soft, no, so strong pecs.

Yun Jian slowly raised his hand to cover his chest, a faint redness appeared at the end of his lowered eyes, and he felt uncomfortable: "It seems to have always been there."

"Huh?" Sheng Huaizhao's brain became hot, he forgot everything, and grabbed his skirt.

Yun Jian was pushed against the edge of the bed by him, and he let go of his hands helplessly, as if he was letting others trample on him at will.

Between the gauze tents, the two people's long hair was scattered in disorder, like an intertwined net.

It wasn't until he accidentally touched Yun Jian's wound, causing him to cough in a low voice, that Sheng Huaizhao woke up like a dream, and recovered from his inexplicable competitive heart.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No," Yun Jian shook his head, slowly propped himself up, and slowly clasped his fingertips along Sheng Huaizhao's hand that was on the side, "I still... quite like it."

Sheng Huaizhao: "..."

There was a rustling sound outside the bed curtain, Sheng Huaizhao reacted very quickly, he used the sound to change the subject: "Something is outside."

When I opened the curtains, I looked at a tree trunk that surrounded them tightly, and a branch that was poking around trying to get in.

After returning to the familiar soil, the little tree branch became more and more reckless.

Sheng Huai Zhao just wanted to reprimand it a few words, but the bed curtain was pulled down by Yun Jian in an instant.

"This is my time," Little Crying Bag pulled him into his arms, hugging him tightly even with his clothes half-opened, "It's running out, and I can't share it with others."

"Me, me too..." Sheng Huaizhao bent his knees like a little shrimp being hugged by him, with his back pressed against the place where he had just been buried, and the sound of his heartbeat came from behind.

Xiaokuibao never showed any aggressive or possessive side in front of him, which caught him off guard.

Sheng Huaizhao instinctively felt that something was wrong as the fire that had never been burned before fell on the fuse.

"...You only treat him." The little crying bag leaned against his shoulder lightly, "Never treated me that way."

"Is this a matter of paying attention to the round?" Sheng Huaizhao was a little dumbfounded, "It depends on the atmosphere."

"Is there a bad atmosphere between me and you?" The little crying bag seemed to be angry, showing his small fangs and making tooth marks on his shoulders, but quickly withdrew his strength because he couldn't bear it.

Like a clingy kitten, every move is just to attract attention.

Sheng Huaizhao only felt that the skin on the nape of his neck, which was soaked by breathing, was a little hot, and the fine and dense itching spread down the spine.

He really refused to admit defeat at all, and he adjusted the atmosphere himself just after he finished talking.

The sharp-boned hand that was used to holding the sword fell between the tulle on the side waist, exerting force with no rules but ambition.

Sheng Huaizhao's hand landed on his arm. Although it was a young man's hand, the prominent lines of blood vessels were full of vitality.

He didn't like the feeling of being controlled, Sheng Huaizhao didn't follow Xiao Kuibao's wishes, and lazily landed on his side, moving to the pillow: "No, I'm sleepy."

There is only a very faint fragrance left in my bosom, but when I linger on it with my fingertips, I can't save it at all.

Yun Jian's thin eyelids drooped slightly, and his dark pupils were covered with a faint layer of unhappiness: "It's clear that I'm not sleepy just now."

Sheng Huaizhao half-closed his eyes, like a lazy cat, full of arrogance.

"But now I'm tired and sleepy, and I'm going to fall asleep when I close my eyes."

The little crying bag's lips were pursed into a straight line, as if struggling for a long time, he stopped talking a few times and still lowered his head.

"Then I'll massage your legs." Like an obedient and hard-working boyfriend, he put on his coat and sat upright, gently lifting Yun Jian's legs in front of him.

Infused with spiritual power, he paused for a moment with his fingertips.

The aura in Huai Zhao's body is no longer chaotic and rampant as before, but is flowing in an orderly manner. Although it is very weak, it is already a considerable accomplishment for ordinary people.

Yun Jianqing rubbed his hind legs curiously: "Huai Zhao, your spiritual core..."

"Oh, it's probably recovered." Sheng Huaizhao yawned, and the tears that fell to the front of his eyes lightly stained his eyelashes.

There is a sword fairy in the demigod realm as the father, and he has inherited the natal sword. His spiritual core is still broken, so it seems too useless.

"However, my cultivation will definitely not be able to improve to any great level in a short period of time." Sheng Huaizhao bent his legs slightly, and grabbed Yun Jian's arm at once, "Protect me."

He was probably just doing whatever he wanted when he was sleepy, but he suddenly overturned Yun Jian's previously compelled calmness like still water.

"...not protecting you all the time."

"Yes." Sheng Huaizhao slowly lowered his eyelashes, as if he was drowsy, "It's great, someone is protecting me."

Yun Jian's hands were propped between the soft quilt, and the silky quilt slowly sank marks on the edges of his knuckles.

The ignorant lamb has not yet noticed the approaching danger, and is still wandering in the borderline of leisurely sleepiness.

"You pressed well, go on." He raised his other leg, but suddenly found that he was touching an abnormal place.

The previous drowsiness suddenly dissipated, and he woke up instantly as if he had suddenly sunk into the water.

The obedient and sweet kitten in front of him showed a greedy wolfish look at some point.

Sheng Huaizhao was startled by his eyes for a second, his beautiful eyes opened wider than usual.

Xiaokubao found that he was unexpectedly satisfied with his expression, and no longer regarded him as a cute little pet or a junior who needed to be taken care of as before.

…but really, realizing that he was a man.

The slightly cold fingertips were like soft and weightless shackles, falling on Sheng Huaizhao's ankle, slowly leading him to move.

"Huai Zhao."

The tip of Sheng Huaizhao's tongue touched his teeth lightly, Xiaokuibao knew a lot more than he imagined.

Wisps of smiles were revealed along his amber-colored eyes, and he followed Yun Jian's hand down with force, from the casual taste before to the direct stepping down.

A very light and deep voice leaked from his lips unexpectedly, the little crying bag tasted the pain, and let go like a child who has learned a lesson.

Sheng Huaizhao chuckled, slowly sat up straight, and approached Yun Jian's side like a monster: "It's pretty wild, how did you learn how to play?"

When I got close, I realized that Xiaokuibao's ears were already red, and his previous composure turned out to be an illusion.

As his breath approached, Yun Jian was a little bit overwhelmed, and closed his eyes as if retreating steadily: "...the book I read before."

"What?" Sheng Huaizhao picked and picked in his memory, and then remembered the Cangshu Pavilion in Mian'an that day.

The Eighteen Lectures on the Method of Dual Cultivation.

"Huh? Didn't you only think about taking bones to make knots?" Sheng Huaizhao took a small step forward, and the little crying bag lay on his side helplessly.

The fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and the redness at the end of the eyes spread to the lower neck. He dodged his gaze a few times: "... not just looking at that."

Sheng Huaizhao was so cute by him, and wanted to continue to bully him even more.

The system in Consciousness Sea was looking forward to it, when suddenly a cold voice was heard.

Sheng Huaizhao: System.

system:?

Sheng Huaizhao: Get off the assembly line.

system:.

Chasing away those who got in the way, Sheng Huaizhao patted Yun Jian on the shoulder, and when Xiaokubao turned his head, he poked his soft face with his knuckles in a childish manner.

"What's wrong?" Xiaowaibao was puzzled.

Sheng Huaizhao took a step forward with his toes, and lowered his head to his ears.

"I think the atmosphere is pretty good right now."

The little crying bag reacted for a moment, and a layer of light slowly appeared in his eyes.

Sheng Huaizhao found that he liked him so much.

There was a sound between the bed curtains, and the curiosity of the small tree branches re-emerged, and when they were about to spread inward, they found that the previous barrier was suddenly strengthened several times.

Then it couldn't even hear a movement.

It was silent all night.

It wasn't until the scorching sun the next day that the little tree branch was gently tapped awake.

It slowly spread its branches, Sheng Huaizhao rubbed his shoulders and landed from the bed, just as he was about to stand up, his little finger was gently hooked.

The little crying bag was glued up, sleepy in pajamas: "Where are you going?"

"Wash up, and then find something to eat." Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand to stroke the insatiable cat, "I'm starving to death after being tormented by you."

Responsibility was late, as if some embarrassing memory had been involved, Xiao Kuipao hid his hand back under the quilt.

Sheng Huaizhao glanced at him, a little helpless.

I didn't see him so shy last night.

After Sheng Huaizhao washed up, he saw a cute ice ball of Yuxue poking his head outside the hall.

These icicles were the strongest enemies when they were enemies before, and he never thought that there would be such a naive time.

Bing Tuanzi waved at him, and then handed out a jade slip.

Xiao Ji sent a voice transmission, asking him and Yun Jian if they were awake, and invited them to have breakfast.

Sheng Huaizhao was just about to agree, when he remembered that he hadn't told Yun Jian about his relationship with Xiao Ji... Besides, Xiao Kui Bao probably had no memory of being in Shuangxue City.

"I'll wait." He put the jade slip back on Xuetuanzi's body, patted his head, and turned back to the edge of the bed.

Yun Jian had passed the previous shame, hugged the quilt in a daze on the bed, and turned around as soon as Sheng Huaizhao arrived.

"Huai Zhao."

"Yeah." Sheng Huaizhao leaned over and helped him smooth his sleepy long hair to the back of his head.

"Are you going to melt your soul?"

Sheng Huaizhao paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes."

Yun Jian slowly turned his face and rubbed against his palm: "That's fine, I can have a complete you."

The fine and dense pain spread out from the palm of the hand, not the pain of some trauma, but just because of the touch of the heart.

The palm fell on Yun Jian's side face, and the fingertips pressed lightly along his eyelashes: "Yun Jian, I want to tell you something."

Xiaokuibao straightened his expression and listened intently: "Say it."

"We are here in Miaosha City." Sheng Huaizhao euphemistically explained his previous experience, and also concealed the key to life and death during the period.

Yun Jian's eyes gradually darkened. Although he was shocked, he quickly accepted his relationship with Xue Chongli and Xiao Ji.

After Sheng Huaizhao finished speaking, he sighed with emotion, and then asked: "Senior Xue has died?"

"En." Sheng Huaizhao nodded.

After Xue Chongli healed Xiaoji's soul-dividing disease, he died, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

Sheng Huaizhao himself is not from this world, and what he takes over is life rather than emotion. Although it is inevitable that there will be some pity, there is no excessive grief.

It's not necessarily that he doesn't have one, maybe the original owner is also very superficial, after all, he hasn't seen his "parents" since he was born.

He was still lost in thought in the plot, and the little crying bag in front of him suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Xiao Ji said she wanted to eat with us? Doesn't that mean Huaizhao your mother wants to see me?"

Sheng Huaizhao: "Yes, you don't want to?"

Yun Jian quickly stood up from the bed, with one hand trying to tie his hair and the other looking for his coat, in a rare flurry.

System Shi Shiran: After all, you are meeting your mother-in-law, so you must be more solemn.

Sheng Huaizhao: Ah.

The system heart said that the host is also slow enough, so now it's time to react.

But it's not his fault, after all, for Xiao Ji, he obviously regards Yun Jian as a relative.

System: But the relationship between the mother-in-law and the son-in-law does exist, and anyone else would be nervous.

Sheng Huaizhao: Why is he the son-in-law?Daughter-in-law can't?

System: What's the use of telling me, you see if Yunjian listens to you.

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

He regretted discussing this issue with the system himself.

Xiaokui Bao Haosheng cleaned up, and Sheng Huaizhao played with Xiao Shuzhuzi to guess the leaves for a long time before he cleaned up.

"Huai Zhao, is this right for me?"

Sheng Huaizhao looked at him with his chin resting on his shoulders. It was no different from usual, but it could be seen that he cleaned up with care.

He beckoned, and Yun Jian obediently bent over.

Sheng Huaizhao put a white flower that Xiaoshuzhizi had just rewarded him to Yunjian's ear: "It looks better this way."

Yun Jian realized that he was being teased, held his breath and looked at him, unwillingly, but didn't reach out to take it off.

He didn't move, neither did Sheng Huaizhao, they just stared at him with a smile.

In the end, the little tree branch got upset, stretched out its branch and slapped Yun Jian's leg fiercely, asking him to return the flower to it, so Yun Jian put the little white flower next to his ear back on its branch.

Sheng Huaizhao said neither cold nor indifferent: "What kind of flowers bloom in the ice and snow, it's really ostentatious."

The little tree branch slapped him wildly again.

The two of them set off together and followed Bing Tuanzi to Xiao Ji's palace. The Master of Frost and Snow laid out a table of delicacies on a jade plate, obviously waiting for them to come.

"Li'er is here." Xiao Ji smiled, and impatiently walked up to Sheng Huaizhao, but seemed to realize something, and backed away half a step.

They have just met each other now, too close will make people uncomfortable no matter what.

Sheng Huaizhao also followed her liking, bowed his head and said softly, "...Mother."

There were three points of hesitation and hesitation in the articulation of the words, but in the end it was said. Xiao Ji's eyes dimmed, and she couldn't hold back and stepped forward to hug him.

"Well, mother is here."

The little tree branch circled around the ice and snow hall, and suddenly stopped in front of the ice chair.

Sheng Huaizhao looked up only to find that Yu Tong was sitting on the table with a stiff face, not daring to move.

Knowing that he was Nianli's friend, Xiao Ji released his soul back to the original body together, and in order to make up for her mistake, she also asked Yu Tong to wake up early and sit here as a surprise.

It was indeed a good thing for Sheng Huaizhao, but it was an inexplicable nightmare for Yu Tong.

He had been tossed hard by the inner demon before, and when he woke up, he saw a woman who looked like a god in front of him, and invited him to dinner with great hospitality.

Fortunately, Sheng Huaizhao came so that he could feel more at ease.

"Is your name Yun Jian?" Xiao Ji let go of Huai Zhao, and then her eyes fell on the young man who had been holding his hands tightly behind her.

Before Yun Jian could speak, Xiao Ji smiled lightly: "Just call your mother along with Huai Zhao."

Lightly, he revealed the matter that Xiaokuibao had been worried about for a long time.

Seeing Yun Jian's uncontrollable expression for a long time, Sheng Huaizhao came to his side with a chuckle and held his hand.

"He's not used to it, mother, don't embarrass him."

The cry of her own son came to the bottom of her heart, Xiao Ji naturally didn't care about these things, and hurriedly asked people to sit down.

She had already learned the Tao and started bigu a long time ago, but Sheng Huaizhao's physical condition still needs to be warmed up for a while, so she decided to cook by herself after much deliberation.

But Miaosha City is vast and vast, and there are no common ingredients except monsters, so she can only pick some spirit fish and spirit plants that have aura and serve them to the table.

"Eat, don't be restrained." She smiled.

Neither Yun Jian nor Yu Tong moved their chopsticks, Sheng Huaizhao sighed silently in his heart, picked up the chopsticks by himself, first picked up vegetables for Xiaokuibao, and then lightly kicked Yu Tong.

This meal was pushed by him to start eating.

She couldn't say anything, but Xiao Ji was quite satisfied to see Sheng Huaizhao in front of her eyes.

Yu Tong felt like sitting on pins and needles, and finally waited until the end of the meal. After Xiao Ji and Sheng Huaizhao left alone, he looked at Yun Jian.

"What's going on here? Why are we here?" Before the series of questions were finished, he felt that Yun Jian glanced at him indifferently.

It was obvious that he had no nature to reply, and even didn't want to talk to him.

Yu Tong sniffed, remembering that she had lost Sheng Huaizhao after entering the Demon Realm, and it was only natural that Yun remonstrated her to be angry with him later.

...lost Sheng Huaizhao?

By the way, wasn't Sheng Huaizhao a fox back then?

He raised his gaze, and Sheng Huaizhao just followed Xiao Ji out.

"If he agrees to both spirits and souls, this must be taken in advance." She reminded again cautiously.

Sheng Huaizhao nodded while holding the ice porcelain bottle: "Thank you, mother."

Xiao Ji reluctantly asked, "Are you still coming to dinner tonight?"

"it is good."

After agreeing to the agreement, Sheng Huaizhao followed Yun Jian to leave, and Yu Tong only took two steps and one step closer to him.

"Sheng Huaizhao." Yu Tong wanted to grab his wrist, but was stared at, and her outstretched hand was forced back.

"You can find a place to live, here are all vacant houses." Sheng Huaizhao thought he didn't know where he was going.

"Oh, good." Yutong nodded, and looked at him again, "No, I'm not just going to tell you this."

"What else?"

Yu Tong quietly glanced at Yun Jian, hesitated for a while: "Take a step to speak."

The little crying bag obviously heard it, and his face sank instantly, staring at the two silently.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Sheng Huaizhao put the ice porcelain bottle in Yun Jian's hand, "wait for me here."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at Wanwusheng, Xiaoshu nodded, coiled around Yunjian's feet.

The two backed away and after confirming that Yun Jian could no longer hear, Yu Tong whispered, "Didn't I turn you into a fox? How did you become a human?"

Sheng Huaizhao recalled for a while: "Xiao... my mother changed."

Yu Tong frowned, pressed his knuckles on his pulse to detect his pulse for a while, then shook his head: "My Transformation Pill is a kind of poison, which cannot be removed by ordinary alienation."

It was only when Sheng Huaizhao mentioned this that he wanted to settle accounts with him.

Does this fox know that it was because of his unauthorized actions that he was carried back by the back of the neck shortly after he entered the Demon Realm?

"Don't, don't be angry." Sensing his emotional changes, Yu Tong hastily took out another elixir from her bosom, "This is the antidote of Huaxing Pill, and the toxin will be eliminated after three days of taking it clean."

Sheng Huaizhao knew that these pills in the cultivation world were more or less poisonous.

Assuming that the little fox had the guts to frame him, Sheng Huaizhao opened the medicine bottle and found a detoxification pill the size of a mung bean.

The little fox was so sneaky, obviously he didn't tell Yunjian what made him a fox.

In order to relieve his psychological pressure and sense of guilt, Sheng Huaizhao took Jiedu Dan face to face.

Yu Tong let out a long sigh of relief.

"Okay, come over for dinner on time tonight."

The little fox hopped away, and he turned his head slowly, trying to appease another little crying bag that was dipped into the vinegar jar.

"What are you talking about secretly with him?"

"He doesn't know why he's here, just ask a few questions." Sheng Huaizhao took Yun Jian's hand and led them back to the side hall, "Anyway, he's gone, so don't worry about it."

Being able to be alone again for the rest of the time, Yun Jian's expression slowed down a bit, and he followed Sheng Huaizhao's footsteps.

Wan Wusheng stumbled behind the two of them, and the small tree stumps that moved freely in the ice field contrasted with the backs of the two of them, which was surprisingly harmonious.

After returning to the side hall, Sheng Huaizhao basked in the sun for a while in the courtyard, taking advantage of the opportunity to study the natal sword left by Xue Chongli.

"Yun Jian, try this sword." He couldn't figure out why for a long time, so he handed the sword to a professional sword repairer.

As soon as Yun Jian grasped the hilt of the sword, he felt the extraordinary aura in the sword. The artifact was indeed very different from the common things in the world.

Although Sheng Huaizhao didn't feel the mystery of the sword, Yun Jian's aura was completely different just for a moment, which was enough to show that the sword was so powerful.

The moves are flowing and flowing, as if with a wave of the hand, the air flow in the air moves accordingly, and the aura stirs the sword intent, making people feel refreshed.

Sheng Huaizhao leaned back on the chair idly, this comfortable calmness gradually made him feel uncomfortable.

There seemed to be some stagnant air in his chest that quickly dissipated, and his tailbone hurt a little, and he pulled back and found a fluffy tail.

White, with a fox tail.

He stayed for a moment before realizing that it was the side effect of Yu Tong's "Detoxification Pill".

The toxin was forced out of the body in the form of animal ears and tails.

Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously wanted to hide from the little crying bag, for fear that he would have some crooked thoughts again.

But when his gaze fell on the person under the sunlight, he realized that Yun Jian had switched his personality at some point, and those blood-colored pupils were staring at him non-stop.

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You always wake up just in time.