After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously hid the fox's tail behind his back, avoiding Yun Jian's sight, pretending to be calm.

He couldn't grasp the timing of the switch between Bingshan and Kuibao's two personalities more and more, which caused him to be constantly panicked by even the slightest incident.

Yun Jian stood still in place, staring at the surroundings for a long time, continuing his memory with the past, and then slowly raised his eyes.

Before he had time to see clearly Sheng Huaizhao's panic, he only took one step to his side and pulled him into his arms.

Her voice was suppressed, every word trembling: "Huai Zhao."

The memory is that when Sheng Huaizhao burst into tears when he was on the verge of death, that tear fell into his heart, and Yun Jian regretted that he did not protect him well.

Sheng Huaizhao felt his emotions, and even the matter of hiding his tail was put aside.

"It's okay, I'm fine with you." He patted Yun Jian's back lightly, "Look, isn't this all right?"

Wan Wusheng, who was standing by, also noticed Yun Jian's emotional fluctuations, and raised one of his branches to gently pat Yun Jian's back to comfort him.

Yun Jian hugged him for a long time, as if waiting for all his emotions to settle, he slowly let go: "Yes."

Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and patted the back of his head lightly: "Isn't that tight?"

Bingshan realized it later, slowly loosened his fingertips, moved away and realized that something furry brushed against the side of his face.

He glanced sideways, and was stunned when he met those snow-white fox ears.

Previously, there was a vast expanse of white snow behind him, and he mistakenly blended these ears with the snow scene at a glance, but now he was caught off guard and saw it, and felt as if his heart had been hit by a ball of fluff.

No... Huaizhao is human.

Yun Jian took two steps back, subconsciously telling him that he should draw his sword and ask if it was another fantasy, but looking at Sheng Huaizhao's face, he couldn't make a decision.

No wonder he was always bullied by the environment, as long as he saw Sheng Huaizhao's face, he couldn't help it.

Sheng Huaizhao watched his mood change several times suspiciously, and only realized something was wrong when he drooped his ears subconsciously.

He raised his hand and grabbed the two hair balls: "...Why did this thing come out too?"

Yun Jian looked at his resentful and distressed expression, half-believing: "Huai Zhao?"

"It's me." Sheng Huaizhao also guessed that Yun Jian was a sequela of the illusion, so it is better to explain to him than tossing his ears, "When I was in the Demon Palace, I was injured, and Yu Tong couldn't carry me, so he turned me into a fox gone."

As far as Yu Tong's alchemy skills were concerned, the detoxification pill was more poisonous than the transformation pill, so he didn't know how he got into the eyes of the demon king in his previous life at this half-baked level.

Sheng Huaizhao made it as close as possible to Yun Jian's memory. Although he didn't explain it directly, he already let Yun Jian know that what he was explaining was not an illusion.

Seeing that the people in front of him were still unmoved after explaining for a long time, Sheng Huaizhao slowly frowned, and began to think about how to make him believe in him.

But the flattering fox has used it before, and it is his heart demon who is ruthless and cold. After thinking about it, there is no more suitable choice for him to prove that this is reality.

"Huai Zhao." Yun Jian leaned slightly, approaching him with a clean face, calling his name in a low voice.

Sheng Huaizhao blinked slightly, then slowly raised his hand and pinched his earlobe lightly.

The bone nail that symbolized some kind of secret bond was touched very lightly, and the eyes of the two met.

He hasn't done this kind of thing of coaxing people in a soft voice since his death, and it is inevitable that he is a little rusty now, so after holding back for a long time, he can only say: "In short, that's what it means."

I am not fake, and I am connected with you.

Yun Jian smiled very lightly, his slender knuckles caught Sheng Huaizhao's hand, and clasped it along the fingers.

Then bowed his head and kissed.

Sheng Huaizhao was stunned for a moment, then realized that his lips were tentatively licked.

He opened his eyes, but met Shang Yunjian's downcast gaze.

It is a deep sadness that is completely different from Xiaokuibao's submissiveness. After the aftertaste of contentment, there are still traces of possession.

Sheng Huaizhao's eyes froze slightly, he couldn't see anything like "possessive" towards him.

He has long noticed that he prefers to take the initiative to control rather than to be possessed.

Yun Jian seemed to be quietly testing his bottom line, provoking him unconsciously.

The kiss back was deeper, and the two of them turned over all the previous experiences, and the invasion and counterattack intertwined continuously.

Wan Wusheng stared at him for a long time, until Yun Jian raised his hand and hit his head with a handle before turning his back reluctantly.

Until the end, it was Sheng Huaizhao who was defeated and surrendered.

Panting for breath, he wiped off the water on his lips: "...you have a long breath of cultivating immortals, this time it doesn't count."

Yun Jian obviously didn't know what he was fighting for, but just blushed after recollecting everything just now, and nodded lightly following his words: "You are right."

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

I was provoked again, thank you.

The one that was put aside also seemed to be neglected, and the sword body was surrounded by golden light, which seemed to be urging Sheng Huaizhao.

"I noticed this sword when I was holding it earlier." Yun Jian put it into Sheng Huaizhao's hand, "There is a strong sword spirit in the sword, but it is not summoned by outsiders, try to pull it out .”

"Hey." Sheng Huaizhao dragged out the syllable wearily, "Why is it so troublesome."

The system said quietly: Host, what about your previous self-motivation?

This kind of sword spirit pointing, the golden finger that soars so fast is something that no one can ask for, but now that it falls on Sheng Huaizhao's head, he finds it troublesome, but it's okay.

Sheng Huaizhao pondered for a while: I wanted to save Yunjian before, but now that I am alive, I will still become number one in the world in the future, so I can't lie down?

System: It's okay to lie flat and Cheng Huan.

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

If the system had an entity, it would be the first thing Sheng Huaizhao hacked after he was instructed.

With a long sigh, Sheng Huaizhao grabbed the hilt of the sword and slowly took it out of the sheath.

Miao Miao's soul came out from the sword body, and the old sword spirit with long beard and white hair slowly condensed into a phantom.

"...Are you the descendant of Xue Chongli?" Jian Ling glanced at Sheng Huaizhao condescendingly.

When it was in Budutan before, it was still submerged in the seal and hadn't fully awakened, only relying on its own barrier to protect the child.

It vaguely sensed that the sword was handed over to inherit, and it was given a vulgar and vulgar name called "One Handle".

"Sure enough, it's a layman who rises up to the vulgar..."

Halfway through the conversation, Sheng Huaizhao thrust the sword back with a cold face.

He looked up at Yun Jian: "Did you see something strange just now?"

Yun Jian: "...it's the sword spirit."

Sheng Huaizhao frowned, and reluctantly pulled out the sword slowly.

Sure enough, the old man couldn't hold back the noble sword spirit before, blowing his beard and glaring: "You're a brat! You didn't even listen to what I said, and you still drew the sword so rudely, didn't you... "

Sheng Huaizhao held the hilt of the sword and wanted to stuff it in again, the sword spirit was so angry that his voice trembled: "You, if you do this again, I won't come out!"

Since the sword was born, it has passed through the hands of three people. The first two people enshrined it as their ancestors, burning incense for the sword day and night, and it took a little time to come out and give pointers.

The first two lived up to everyone's expectations, but it's a pity that both of them suffered ill-fated lives, and died before reaching the ascension.

He managed to wait for Xue Chongli, who is very talented, but unfortunately, that person has all the talents, but his heart and soul are not firm. He tried his best to teach the way of swordsmanship, but in the end, that person only thought about a woman.

Later, feeling the succession of blood, Jian Ling thought that even though this kid is not as talented as Xue Chongli, if he is really eager to learn, he will not treat one more favorably than another.

But I didn't expect that Sheng Huaizhao was not only low in cultivation and weak in sword heart, but also so, so rude!

He might as well guide that magic cultivator next door!

At least that person's sword heart is excellent!

In order to let Sheng Huaizhao understand that he is not available, the old sword spirit turned his head to look at Yun Jian angrily, with an expression of "as long as you persuade him a few words, I can also be of use to you in the future".

However, what he didn't expect was that the boy who he thought was a bit pure in Jianxin just looked at Sheng Huaizhao intently, with a doting expression on his face: "If you feel noisy, take it back, I'll take you to practice."

Sheng Huaizhao: "Alright."

Snapped.

Sheath the sword.

Sword Spirit: ...

system:……

Husband and wife are of the same heart, and the sword spirit is pissed to death.

Sheng Huaizhao threw a handle on the branch of Wanwusheng, and the little tree quickly understood what he meant, and wrapped the handle around the branch.

He really doesn't have much interest in sword training. Sword repairers pay more attention to physical exercise. He used to run 1000 meters at school and felt lazy all over. Physical exercise is too far out of reach for him.

If you can find a light and fast way of practice in the future, it will not be too late to take out the sword and practice.

The most important thing now is to help Yun Jian become number one in the world.

Sheng Huaizhao was still distracted when Yun Jian's hand suddenly fell on his head, covering his ears with a clear purpose.

As if he was afraid that someone would see him like this.

"Let's go back."

Sheng Huaizhao's ears were itchy from being pinched by him, and he slightly tilted his head: "There is no one else here except us."

The person in front seemed to struggle for a while before whispering: "...No."

The hair that was tied up in the morning was almost messed up by Yun Jian, he struggled for a while, and opened his eyes sullenly.

"Then I still have a tail, why don't you hide it too?"

Yun Jian paused for a moment, watching Sheng Huaizhao sideways revealing the silky and soft snow-colored tail in front of him, his pupils trembled slightly.

...even with a tail.

Sheng Huaizhao had only been a fox once, and he didn't know how to control his ears and tail at all, but when he saw Yun Jian's expression, he couldn't help feeling a little proud.

And because of this smugness, the tail seemed to be inspired, and it wagged twice freely.

Afterwards, Yun Jian untied the coat on his body, and wrapped him tightly in his robe as if packing him up.

"?" Before Sheng Huaizhao could speak, he was hugged by his waist.

"I see," the coat was tightly gathered, and only half of his eyes were exposed, "I put it away, and I will go by myself."

"No." Yun Jiansheng repeated, and carried him into the hall without any refusal.

Everything was still a little reluctant to part with the sunlight reflected, Yun Jian turned his head and said, "Come back later."

The young saplings couldn't wait for it, and the newly formed branches and leaves moved automatically without wind, as if beckoning to the two of them.

Sheng Huaizhao was tossed all the way, and when he came back to his senses, he had already been placed between the mattresses stacked with brocade quilts.

Yun Jian's coat fell on the bed and was spread out, like a scroll for an exhibition, with some ink dyed in it.

Before Sheng Huaizhao could speak, the kiss fell again.

Compared with Xiaokuibao's hesitant to speak and passive waiting, his other personality is very good at taking the initiative.

But this time the kiss was different from the previous ones. Sheng Huaizhao was just about to get back his lost territory, but Yun Jian stepped back first.

His cheeks were flushed, his breathing was weak and anxious, and even those red pupils looked extraordinarily moist and gentle.

... Sheng Huaizhao understood this sincerely fabricated show of weakness.

To make himself happy, Bingshan is pretending to be tamed by him.

Sheng Huaizhao slowly raised his hand to pinch his face, with a faint smile: "Your acting skills are not good."

"Okay." Yun Jian lowered his head, bit his knuckles lightly as if refuting, but let go quickly, "You have been deceived."

"..." Sheng Huaizhao quickly remembered the day in Mian'an, he snorted and lightly pressed the tooth marks on his knuckles, "Do you still have the face to mention that time?"

Yun Jian blinked lightly, his slender eyelashes drooping in front of his eyes, and leaned his head on Sheng Huaizhao's shoulder.

The breath fell to the collarbone, and the itching spread rapidly.

Sheng Huaizhao realized that something was wrong... Normally, Bingshan would not bring up what happened that day.

He mentioned it, but he had other plans.

The system in the sea of ​​consciousness blocked it very consciously, but Sheng Huaizhao had some headaches.

He was tossed by the little crying bag until midnight last night, and he thought that today he would be able to delay at least one day.

"He woke up before me, didn't he?" Yun Jian's voice fell very close to his ears, it was clearly a question with other meanings, but it seemed to be whispering.

The sound was too close, as if every nerve had been kissed gently.

Sheng Huaizhao felt his heart beating again.

"……Um."

He obviously didn't touch it, but the side of his face had already started to itch.

Sheng Huaizhao struggled for a while, determined to lie flat...after all, this bowl of water should be flat.

But after waiting for a long time, no one in front of him responded, so he slowly turned his face away.

Yun Jian's arms were propped on the side of his face, because the fox ears were too big, and when Sheng Huaizhao turned his head, the fluffy hair on the tip would brush against his wrist.

"what happened?"

As soon as Sheng Huaizhao finished speaking, he felt that he was rubbing his ears as if he had been tossed.

This sense of touch was even stranger than before, Sheng Huaizhao hid a little in shock, and then met the dark red pupils.

Yun Jian's Adam's apple slid gently, as if it took him a long time to find out the exact command words: "...don't hide."

But it has no deterrent effect at all.

The fox's ears, which were lightly held in the palm of the hand, twitched slightly, a small symbol of rebellion.

Then the person in front snorted: "I don't listen."

Yun Jian squinted his eyes, and dropped his free hand to grab the fox's tail accurately.

Sheng Huaizhao felt something was wrong.

This extra thing always makes him feel an uncontrollable sense of strangeness, as if the emotions he is used to hiding will be secretly betrayed by these ears and tails.

And Bingshan has discovered this in all likelihood, asking questions is actually observing his emotions.

He tried to read what he was thinking through his ears and tail.

Yes or no.

The tail suppressed by the palm of his hand suddenly changed from slightly stiff to leisurely and calm, Yun Jian narrowed his eyelashes slightly, and looked at the person in front of him again.

Sheng Huaizhao's eyes were slightly curved, the eyelashes were intertwined and the tails of the eyes were raised, and for a moment he really looked like a fox.

"Didn't you say it?" He tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his ear traced a line along Yun Jian's palm, "What do you want to find out, just ask directly, why do you rely on observation."

Bingshanxiang is more proactive and brave than before, but he is still cautious and hesitant at critical moments.

... Both personalities are "troublesome" as hell.

Sheng Huaizhao clasped his hands behind his back and leaned close to Yun Jian: "Or, do you really think you can understand what I'm thinking just by looking at it?"

The breath alone messed up his previous plan, and Yun Jian gave up completely: "I don't understand."

Sheng Huaizhao dragged him to him: "Then what are you looking at..."

……

As dusk was about to fall, Sheng Huaizhao was lying on the pillow wearily, and Yun Jian gently rubbed his shoulders for him with downcast eyes.

Doing the same thing twice a day makes my hands really sore.

The fox's tail was laid lazily aside, not as fluffy as before because it had been washed, but the fur was much smoother.

"Where else?" Yun Jian put down his hand and asked in a low voice.

"It's gone." Sheng Huaizhao turned over, grabbed the quilt and wrapped himself in it, obviously not wanting to communicate.

Yun Jian was sitting at the side, just about to say something when a branch of Wanwusheng stretched in.

It basked in the sun and came back slowly with a handle.

The magic energy in Miaosha City is purer and richer than that in the Demon Realm, and all creatures can basically maintain the shape of a small tree and come in and out freely.

If all things are born here, they will not need Sheng Huaizhao's painstaking efforts to support them in the future, and they will slowly grow back to their original state in just time.

Hearing the rustling of leaves, Sheng Huaizhao slowly lifted a corner of the quilt and watched the saplings shaking in front of him.

It's quite strange, obviously without facial features, but he can feel that Wanwusheng should be very happy now.

Seeing Sheng Huaizhao taking care of him, Wan Wusheng shook the leaves lightly, and the broken snow slowly fell.

Xiaoji's Bingtuan came to invite them to dinner again, and asked Wanbisheng to pass on the message.

Sheng Huaizhao sat up slowly, and took out the ice porcelain bottle Xiao Ji gave him in the morning.

"Yunjian."

The person who was left out by him for a while bowed his head: "Yes."

The two personalities of Yun Jian both know the blood relationship between Sheng Huaizhao and Xiao Ji, and also know that Xiao Ji is proficient in soul art.

Sheng Huaizhao poured the medicine in the bottle into his palm, hesitated for a moment: "If you are willing to melt your soul, take the medicine."

They came here for this purpose this time, and now they are only one step away, and the decision is entirely in his hands.

Sheng Huaizhao actually wanted to say something, but the two personalities are the same person over and over again, and the memory will figure out after the soul fusion, and some words lose the meaning of saying it.

Yun Jian stared at his palm for a long time, and raised his knuckles lightly: "Huai Zhao."

Sheng Huaizhao looked at him suspiciously.

"After the souls merge, I will be me," he swallowed the medicine, his eyes filled with treasure, "Let's get married, okay?"

...Is this a marriage proposal?

Sheng Huaizhao touched his earlobe subconsciously.

People exchange rings, they exchange bones, and getting married seems to be a matter of course.

"...If you don't regret it, then it will be done."

Yun Jian held his hand, kissed it lightly on the palm, and smiled continuously: "How can you regret it?"

Sheng Huaizhao's heart was itching from being stared at by him, and his ears were quietly rolled back into airplane ears, but on the surface he remained calm and self-possessed.

Yun Jian took a panoramic view of his reaction without making a sound, and just thought it was cute, he lifted the quilt to cover himself again.

"Go down and change clothes, and eat later."

"it is good."

When going to have dinner at night, Sheng Huaizhao secretly observed the iceberg for a while. Compared with Xiaokuibao's panic in the morning, this personality is much calmer.

Sheng Huaizhao actually substituted it, thinking about what would happen to him if Yun Jian's parents were still alive, and he went to eat in this capacity.

He thinks that his nervousness may not be less than that of Little Crying Bag... After all, he has managed to turn a clean and spotless No. [-] under heaven into a dead end, and from time to time, he will use his hands on people.

If you think so, you're even more inappropriate.

Bing Tuanzi, who came to pick them up, stood guard outside the door, and dutifully led the way when they saw the two coming out.

Yu Tong had long stood in front of the main hall in the morning, but for a moment she couldn't decide whether to go in or go out, so she could only wait in the yard for Sheng Huaizhao and Yun to advise against the cold wind.

When the two appeared, Yu Tong's eyes fell on Sheng Huaizhao's fox ears and the hands tightly holding Yun Jian, feeling guilty for a moment.

Sure enough, Yun Jian found out what he had done to Sheng Huaizhao. When he sees him later...will he draw his sword and give him a knife?

"Why are you standing here stupidly?" Sheng Huaizhao asked quietly when he approached.

At that time, Yu Tong almost dug a snow pit to bury herself, but when she heard his voice, she stood up straight: "No, look at the scenery."

Sheng Huaizhao glanced at him coldly: "So, can you give me an explanation?"

The tone of a group of victimized consumers questioning Sanwu's moral alchemist.

Yu Tong scratched the side of his face uncomfortably, and looked at his ears: "This, this is a sign that the toxin is excreted from the body. Don't worry, it will last for a day or two at most, and it won't affect you."

After he finished speaking, he quickly glanced at Yun Jian, only to see the person behind him narrowed his eyes slightly, and a tiny bit of dissatisfaction flashed quickly.

This time it was Yu Tong's turn to be confused.

Not satisfied with nothing?

Sheng Huaizhao also noticed Yun Jian's emotional changes, but he couldn't see it.

He reacted only because of the phrase "up to one or two days".

Some people like his tail and ears very much.

Xiao Ji was waiting in the hall, and the dinner was quite different from the lunch.

When Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian arrived, she stared at those ears for a moment, and then quickly collected her emotions: "Come here."

Seeing these ears, she remembered that Sheng Huaizhao was just an injured little fox when he first entered Miaosha City, but she didn't have the slightest pity on him, and let him watch Yun Jian being hurt by the demon in spite of his injury.

Sheng Huaizhao soon noticed the change in Xiao Ji's mood, he easily opened Yun Jian's hand, and took the initiative to welcome Xiao Ji.

"Yun Jian has already taken the escaped little Xiangzhu's elixir."

Xiao Ji came back to her senses, with a light smile: "Then tonight I can melt my soul."

"This matter is so troublesome, mother..."

"That's what I should do." Xiao Ji raised her hand and lightly touched Sheng Huaizhao's side face, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, "Give me peace of mind, and I will definitely return your complete soul."

Sheng Huaizhao hummed lightly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "After the souls are fused, will the memories also be connected?"

"Of course it will." Xiao Ji said, "As far as I know, the soul-leaving disease caused by the dissection of the spirit core will also lead to partial loss of memory, and this will be cured naturally after the soul fusion."

Sheng Huaizhao stood where he was.

...and lost memories return?

Then it's a husband and wife's business to lie to Yun, isn't it self-defeating?