After coaxing old enemies into avatars

"Then you walk slowly, I..." In the middle of speaking, Yu Tong realized that what she just heard was "OK, thank you" instead of "Thank you, no need."

Xiao Luo, what about your pride?

Being used as a crutch in a daze, Yu Tong looked unhappy and walked two steps faster.

Seeing that Xiao Luo was about to be led astray by him, Yun Jian gave him a hand, and the always weak Young Master Xiao smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry."

Feeling Yun Jian's silent oppression, Yu Tong murmured: "I have no experience in serving others... If I really dislike it so much, why don't I let Duan Qing support me?"

Xiao Luo's hands hanging by his sides were slightly curled up, but he didn't show it at all: "The Changwang Gate has rules, and outsiders are not allowed to enter at will."

"Is he an outsider?" Yu Tong frowned, a little unable to understand the logic in the words, "Then what am I? What are Yun Jian and Sheng Huaizhao?"

"...is a guest."

Xiao Luo lowered his eyelashes, lightly placed them on Yu Tong's shoulders, and let him support him casually.

Looking at the disciples in the sect, they couldn't help looking sideways when they saw Xiao Luo bringing outsiders in, and some disciples even came to say hello.

A pretty-looking little junior sister approached, and when she saw Yu Tong who smelled of makeup, she froze for three minutes: "Senior Brother Xiao, who are these?"

"My guest." Xiao Luo smiled slightly, "Why are you here, didn't you go to class?"

"Elder Bai hasn't recovered from his illness, so he's suspended class again." The junior sister obviously knew that Xiao Luo couldn't see, so she didn't hide her hostility towards Yu Tong, "Brother, you said before that I can ask you if I don't understand, elder There are a few things I can't understand about the mentality he chanted a few days ago..."

Sheng Huaizhao stood behind Yun Jian, observing the expression of the little junior sister approaching Yun Jian.

The younger sister's intentions were too simple for her untimely invitation.

Yun Jian observed his subtle expression changes, and leaned closer: "What's wrong?"

Sheng Huaizhao Shi Shiran raised his eyes and looked at the pretendingly innocent person behind him.

Yun Jian could probably see it too, but he pretended to be dazed, looking at it made people angry.

"What are you doing so close, get out of the way." Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and took half a step forward.

Yun Jian held back a smile in his dark pupils, but he took a step towards him skillfully: "I don't know, I always feel that it's cooler around you."

Sheng Huaizhao pressed the corner of his lips lightly, and looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly.

Yu Tong obviously didn't care which elder didn't attend class, and what homework the younger junior sister didn't know. He just wanted to let go of them quickly and make room for them to catch up on the old days.

"Senior Brother Wei and the others are free." Xiao Luo smiled lightly, "I still have guests, so go ahead."

The little junior sister hesitated to speak, but in the end she could only watch helplessly as Xiao Luo brought people to live in his mountain.

When Sheng Huaizhao arrived in the main hall, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, this Xiao Luo is indeed a strange flower among the children of the rich family, he is clearly the most pleasure-seeking young master of Yaocheng, but the place where he lives can be described as simple and crude.

The neat and narrow courtyard, the simple and old wooden house, is no different from ordinary people's house except for the light fragrance that nourishes the mind and soul.

Yu Tong frowned and helped him to the wooden table, but still couldn't hold back: "Be careful."

The concern was so simple that it couldn't be simpler, but he noticed that Xiao Luo froze slightly when he bent over, which seemed unexpected.

"it is good."

Seeing that he was sitting firmly, Yu Tong shook her dress lightly, walked to Sheng Huaizhao's side, and looked at him with resentment.

Sheng Huaizhao held back his smile, and raised his hand to touch the top of his head: "Very good, very obedient."

Yu Tong rolled her eyes.

Xiao Luo raised his hand, and the spiritual power floating in the air pulled it into a thread, and a wooden box slowly landed in front of his eyes. His weak hand due to illness slowly opened it, and the ice stone that covered the corpse of the raccoon cub appeared in front of his eyes.

Yu Tong's eyelashes trembled slightly, all emotions disappeared, and she stared blankly at the wooden box in front of her.

Many days of symptoms and nightmares are in sight.

"Little cub..." His voice trembled uncontrollably, and the ending sounded like a cry, which made me feel pity.

Xiao Luo originally wanted to tell him not to cry, but he swallowed the words, and could only lift his finger to melt the ice stone.

The broken ice peeled off from the cub's body, leaving no trace of water. Yu Tong hugged the cold little fox in his arms, weeping uncontrollably.

Although Sheng Huaizhao didn't have much contact with this little fox, his biggest impression was that he went beyond his limits to deceive Bingshan, but was beaten by Yun Jian and fled.

Xiao Luo's consciousness gathers in front of his eyes, roughly outlines Yu Tong's current suffering, and lowers his voice: "The dead are gone..."

Yu Tong seemed to be awakened from a nightmare by his voice, and hurriedly turned around holding the raccoon: "Huai Zhao, you have a way to save him, right?"

Although Sheng Huaizhao had told him before leaving Miao Sha City that he was looking for revenge from the Demon Lord, Li Zaier somehow wanted to think that he was not just looking for revenge.

Sheng Huaizhao's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he smiled speciously: "Yes."

He took out the soul-returning pill that Xiao Ji had given him, and took one out and put it in his palm.

He wanted to put the pill around the little fox's lips, but when he looked at the little fox in Yu Tong's arms who had already died of anger, he panicked for a moment.

Like suddenly stepping into the air without warning, falling into an inexplicable panic.

But Yutong was anxious to revive the little thing in front of him, and didn't notice Sheng Huaizhao's emotional changes at this moment, only to see the hand holding the elixir falling in front of him.

"You feed it."

"Okay, okay." Yu Tong wiped away her tears, turned her head and put the medicine carefully between the little fox's lips, as if worried that it would not be able to swallow it, and stroked it along the furry neck twice.

Xiao Luo lowered his eyes to catch the changes in the breath in front of him. Although he knew that there were spells and elixir for bringing the dead back to life when he was young, he also knew that this spell was extremely difficult.

Even Huai Yujianjun, the only sword fairy in the world, has not realized the art of bringing the dead back to life, and no one in the world can refine this kind of elixir.

Even though this was the case, he noticed that the little fox in Yu Tong's arms was showing vitality bit by bit, and gradually regained its warmth.

Li Zaier woke up from a deep dream in a daze, as if he had tried his best in an indescribable pain, his stiff limbs slowly curled up, stretched out, and gave a very weak "chirp".

Yu Tong's gloomy pupils slowly shone brightly, clearly resuscitated in his arms, but he couldn't believe it: "River boy? You're alive? Rabbit boy?"

The little fox shivered from the cold, while crawling into his arms, intermittently responded to his soft calls.

Tears turned from despair to tears of joy, and Yu Tong hurriedly put the light veil on her body around it, impatiently wanting to share half of her body temperature with him.

"Good, good." He hugged her tightly, "It will warm up soon, it's okay."

He turned around, only to realize that although Xiao Luo couldn't see, his expression was unbelievable.

"It came alive?"

Yu Tong is in a good mood now, and it seems that he has lost the vigilance and anxiety he had before: "Yeah."

"Can I give you a hug?" Xiao Luo said softly, and then seemed to realize that his request was a bit rude, "I just...just want to touch him."

Yu Tong understood this feeling, and brought back to life in person, if she couldn't see it with her own eyes, at least she wanted to touch it.

He put the cub in front of Xiao Luo, the little fox who had just recovered and hadn't fully gotten used to it was instinctively a little scared and uneasy, but when Xiao Luo's hand lightly fell on its forehead, the little fox slowly relaxed.

Yu Tong realized later that Li Zai'er, like him, had only met Xiao Luo once, but they didn't seem to be unfamiliar with each other.

Xiao Luo lightly touched its warm and wet nose tip, as well as its trembling beard from breathing, and smiled unexpectedly: "It's really recovered."

The thick butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered lightly, bringing out a smile, and Yu Tong was stunned for three minutes.

The memory back then was blurred, but he still remembered that Xiao Luo did have a pair of beautiful eyes that were as bright as stars.

Xu Shi's memories of hooking up at the beginning reappeared, and he could no longer sneer at the people in front of him: "...you, what happened to your eyes?"

Xiao Luo lightly rubbed the knuckles on the back of the little fox's neck and paused for a while: "Not long after you left Yao City, a man in black robe with a medicine man came in and out of this place. I mistakenly thought he had something to do with you."

If something frivolous about the young master of Yaocheng gets out, it will lose the face of Chang Wangmen, Xiao Luo secretly led people to surround the black-robed man.

However, he didn't expect that the medicine man who was protecting the black-robed man was so skilled in swordsmanship that he could easily wipe the neck of the disciple of Changwangmen.

Xiao Luo wanted to fight to the death, but the man just captured him alive.

"Young puppet master of Changwangmen?" The black-robed man smiled contemptuously, with a slight pity, "Even if you intend to revive your sect, you still cannot get rid of Yaocheng's fate of becoming someone else's plaything." .”

Xiao Luo raised his sword and stabbed the man's chest and abdomen before he died, only to find that he was just an empty shell with no inside.

"The black-robed man has countless Gu worms in his body. I originally wanted to die with him, but I didn't expect to follow his way." Xiao Luo raised his hand and caressed along the brows, showing a helpless smile, "The worm crawled into the body. My eyes were bitten off my hamstrings, and my cultivation was also weakened."

The news that the young master of Yaocheng is in danger has spread throughout the cultivation world more than a year ago, only Yu Tong, who lives outside the abyss of no master, who is isolated from the world, does not know.

At that time, he was at ease, complacent about the first monk he picked in his life, completely unaware that he had brought Xiao Luo the near-destruction bad luck.

Yu Tong's face gradually turned pale, and her fingertips slowly curled up: "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't have much to do with you." Xiao Luo raised his hand and returned the raccoon who was still awake and still lightly asleep, "The black-robed man must have had a strange feeling about this place when he went in and out of Yaocheng, and I came to the door by mistake, and although I was injured a little, I discovered his scheme early."

When Xiao Luo was seriously injured, he did not forget to report to the suzerain of the Changwang Gate that there was a magic cultivator entering the city, and the Changwang Gate immediately guarded it strictly, and indeed dug out many evil formations and techniques buried in the city.

"The only thing to blame is my low level of cultivation. If I could beat that medicine man, maybe I wouldn't let that magician have a chance to get away with it."

Sheng Huaizhao propped his chin lightly, this young master Xiao really has a sense of responsibility.

The incident happened because of Yu Tong, but instead of blaming the little fox, he said that everything was on his shoulders.

However, Sheng Huaizhao, who is the Demon Lord in the original book, really didn't ask whether Yu Tong had a relationship with him.

After all, he was looking for the fox demon dual cultivation only to improve his cultivation, not really emotional, so he didn't care how many people Yutong had relationships with before he met him.

System: Host, although you may have overlooked it, I still want to say that in the original book, you were killed by Yun Jian, and after your death, wasn't Yu Tong arrested and refined?

System: The one who caught him was the young master of Yao City, Xiao Luo, whose cultivation had reached the late day and night Ming period at that time.

Although Xiao Luo is not an important supporting role in the original book, his future cultivation base is also one of the best in the Changwang sect, but he is a bit aggrieved because he was late in enlightening in the early stage.And the time when he became enlightened happened to be after the death of Mozun Sheng Huaizhao.

Sheng Huaizhao: ...That is to say, Yu Tong was "refined" after the death of her husband, so she doesn't necessarily have to be really dead?Could it be that Xiao Luo took him back and imprisoned Play?

System: ... Cough, they are all insignificant supporting roles, so naturally they are just passing by.

The implication is whether it is life or death, whether it is a continuation of the evil relationship or revenge, no one knows.

Anyway, Xiao Hou was also an immortal character, and he didn't affect Yun Jian's main line.

But now everything has changed, and again because of Mo Ren.

"Young Master Xiao, do you still remember what that demon cultivator looked like that day?"

Xiao Luo frowned slightly, recalling the last scene before he lost his eyesight: "He was wearing a hell mask at that time, and his first reaction after being stabbed by me was to cover up, and he didn't see clearly."

Sheng Huaizhao frowned slightly, only feeling a little inexplicable at this point.

When I saw Mo Ren for the first time, he was still hiding behind Xue Tingbai and ordered Shengcheng to slander his passers-by. At that time, Mo Ren didn't wear any mask, and his whole body was festered, and his hands were wrapped in peeled human skin with.

"What about his hands or other parts?" Sheng Huaizhao asked in a low voice, "Will there be any signs of flesh and blood?"

Xiao Luo didn't expect Sheng Huaizhao to ask such detailed questions, but he remembered it clearly.

"No."

At that time, the man in black stretched out his hand to grab his neck, that hand was slender and cold, and it had the coldness left over by the alchemist after years of gathering herbs and washing the marrow.

Sheng Huaizhao kept his description in his mind.

In this way, Mo Ren was at least not as inhuman or ghost two years ago, and he was very concerned about whether he would be recognized when he did bad things.

But now, not only is he festering all over his body, but it doesn't matter whether others see his true appearance.

Sheng Huaizhao was not sure whether it would be useful to find out the experience of a villain, after all, no one could say whether Mo Ren's body festered or not was caused by his practice of Gu and poison all the year round.

It would be good if it was really retribution.

It was getting late, Xiao Luo arranged them on the most affluent and gorgeous main peak of Changwang Gate, the level of luxury was obviously no less than that of yesterday's inn.

Strict with self-discipline than others, Young Master Xiao's hospitality is truly admirable.

Yu Tong was worried about the little fox, and after thanking Xiao Luo, she went back to the room alone, never leaving the little fox.

When Sheng Huaizhao wanted to take off his clothes, Yun Jian put his hand through his waist and gently pulled him into his arms.

"Huai Zhao."

"Huh?" Sheng Huaizhao slowed down the movement of undoing the girdle seal, and tilted his head slightly, "What clingy idea did you think of?"

Although the voice was soft and helpless, there was no trace of sarcasm.

Yun Jian smiled lightly, and kissed his neckline under the earlobe: "I'm sticky now, do I need to think about it?"

...Indeed, as long as you have a thick skin, you don't need anything.

Sheng Huaizhao's neck was itchy, and he turned his face to avoid it: "No need, then what are you going to do?"

Yun Jian lowered his gaze, watching Sheng Huaizhao's hand resting on his waist, slowly covering it: "This afternoon, when you brought back the Soul Pill to Li Zaier, were you scared?"

Sheng Huai Zhao slightly paused.

He didn't expect Yun Jian to notice his fleeting mood changes.

After all, even Yu Tong, who was closest to him, focused all his attention on the little fox's resurrection, and Yun Jian was still behind him at that time, so where did he find out?

"What's wrong?" Yun Jian gently clasped his fingertips, slowly brought him to the edge of the bed, and sat down with Sheng Huaizhao in his arms.

He leaned lightly on his shoulder, and his warm breath fell, gently brushing over his earlobe.

"Huai Zhao, you ignore me."

Sheng Huaizhao couldn't stand his meowing like a baby, and rubbed his earlobe in displeasure: "Okay, got it, I'll tell you."

After Yun Jian regained his memory, he tried many times whether to tell him about himself, but it was really hard for an ordinary person to accept it.

"I don't know where to start with some things, and I'm not sure if you will believe it." Sheng Huaizhao lowered his eyes, slowly released his fingertips that were held in his palm, and lightly pressed Yun Jian's palm bone.

"Perhaps it's too early to say." He closed his eyes lightly, showing a trace of determination, "When I saw that fox, I thought of a person's death."

Even though he didn't witness it with his own eyes, he became a nightmare every night.

Yun Jian listened quietly, before asking after a while, "Is it your relative?"

"...Probably, right." Sheng Huaizhao lay on his back, "But I don't recognize it."

"Are you brooding?"

"Keep it to yourself."

That incident, perhaps this whole life will be an indelible shadow and darkness in memory.

Sheng Huaizhao never thought that he would get out of it one day.

His voice was very soft, like a misty voice that couldn't be realized, which inexplicably made Yun Jian feel that there was an illusion of being caught in the air for a moment.

Sheng Huaizhao was clearly right in front of him, but he felt as if he was far away in the sky.

If you can't catch it at this moment, you will be slammed into the air later.

Sheng Huaizhao also seemed to be hooked by the past that he didn't want to mention, and suddenly said: "Yunjian, if you hadn't met me back then, wouldn't there be so much suffering and torture?"

"Do you think we did something wrong?" But the person in front of him grabbed his waist, "Huai Zhao."

"If I hadn't met you, I would still be alone today." Yun Jian clasped his hands tightly, as if he didn't like what he just said, "A lot of painful pasts cannot be changed. For me, you It's redemption."

In the past days when the sun was not visible, he restrained his mind and forced himself to grow up from craving and weakness, soberly watching himself go to extremes.

If he hadn't met Sheng Huaizhao, Yun Jian couldn't tell what kind of person he would become.

A decisive swordsman without emotion?A waste that is entangled by old wounds?

In the days when the so-called sword heart was pure, Yun Jian didn't think that he had a firm vision. It might be better to say that he chose to embark on the road of severing love and utter love precisely because he was wandering and helpless.

"My old wounds are healed by you, and all the turmoil and confusion are dispelled by you." Yun Jian slowly let go of his hand, turned him sideways and looked at him, "I like myself better now."

It is no longer shrinking from the warmth and coldness of the world, nor will it be difficult to advance or retreat because of the darkness ahead.

His gaze was sincere, and Sheng Huaizhao could see his own outline in his clear pupils.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and caressed along Yun Jian's outline.

The previous crux seems to have been solved. The young man's eyes were slightly bent, and when his smile was about to fall, he heard him say: "...Then what if one day, you find that my soul does not belong to this body?"

Sheng Huaizhao noticed that Yun Jian's eyelashes froze for a moment.

His words seemed to be too jumpy, and he was caught off guard by surprise.

Sheng Huaizhao gently rolled up the corners of his lips: "I'll just talk casually, don't take it to heart."

After finishing speaking, she kissed comfortingly and moved slightly along the line of his lips.

"It's getting late, take a good rest."

He just turned around to lift the quilt, but the person behind him suddenly hugged him: "Huai Zhao."

"Huh?" Sheng Huaizhao turned his head slowly, "What's wrong?"

"Don't leave me." Yun Jian frowned, and the final sound at the end of the word suddenly trembled slightly.

"I didn't say I would leave you." Sheng Huaizhao patted him on the shoulder and rubbed his brow lightly, "I just said that casually."

He said it casually many times.

But it's not like that.

Yun Jian knew that he just took advantage of the light temptation to throw a certain deep emotion to his eyes, and quickly took it back when he was about to catch it.

"I don't have any sense of security." He clasped Sheng Huaizhao's waist tightly, buried his head in front of his loose black hair, and his voice became hoarse after his emotions settled down, "From childhood to adulthood."

Because of this, he has tasted the pain of parting countless times.

If Huaizhao is the same one day...he might do something that he can't even think of.

Yun Jian's mood changed drastically, a level of negativity and depression never seen before in Xiaokubao or Bingshan, and Sheng Huaizhao had already begun to regret what he said too much.

Just solve the problems, why always think about things that have not come, and may not come?

"Okay, I was wrong." He held Yun Jian's hand, and apologized solemnly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking nonsense, I just thought of some old things, so I suddenly spoke nonsense, don't take it to heart."

As a result, the more he apologized, the more awkward Yun Jian became.

Unknowingly, he was pressed between the mattresses, like a clingy big cat, and fell into his arms.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand to remove his hair crown, and rubbed his smooth black hair in his palm.

Yun Jian silently raised his hand and patted his wrist, expressing his disgust.

The cat is clingy, and I don't want to be masturbated.

Sheng Huaizhao put down his hair, but it fell to the ear pinna along the strands, gently twisting the soft earlobe.

Here is his newly discovered sensitive spot.

Mao Mao scratched the itchy place and quickly relaxed his nerves.

Sheng Huaizhao chuckled: "Since you can't sleep, why don't you do something else?"

The author has something to say:

Ask for trouble