After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao lightly rubbed his head on his shoulder, hesitated for a moment: "Not good."

The hand of the person in front of him tightened almost instantly around his waist, and the strength increased little by little, as if he was about to lose control, but when he was about to reach the top, he slowly relaxed and lost his strength.

Yun Jian rested his forehead on his shoulder, and could only briefly comfort himself with his scent: "...why."

"Because it sounds a lot like Flag," Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and stroked the back of his neck lightly, like pinching some kind of small animal, "similar to the feeling that I will come back to marry you after I finish this battle."

Yun Jian frowned slightly, and looked up at him suspiciously.

Sheng Huaizhao looked at the remaining panic at the end of his eyes, and raised his hand to caress pitifully: "Although I don't know why you are so panicked all of a sudden, I will always be here."

He didn't think he was the one who belonged to him before, but after being with Yun Jian, he has already regarded this person's side as his destination by default.

Sheng Huaizhao thought for a while, and pushed Yun Jian to the side of the bed. The light gauze wrapped around the bed suddenly separated the distance between the two of them, and their vision became hazy.

"I don't know what the bride's hijab looks like, maybe this one will be used?" His smile fell outside the veil, becoming soft but fuzzy, "Maybe this is a temporary replacement?"

Obviously just separated like this, but his outline is like a fantasy placed in the depths of a dream with Yun Jian.

Sheng Huaizhao finished it slowly, and tilted his head: "Come on, lift it up, and treat it as a hijab."

Across the bed gauze, Sheng Huaizhao couldn't see clearly the vague love and fleeting regret flashing through Yun Jian's eyes.

But he still opened the last curtain that blocked the two, leaned over and kissed the person in front of him.

It was more enthusiastic than before, and Sheng Huaizhao finally understood his uneasiness.

When lying on the bed with messy hair, he raised his hand to support his back: "Wait a minute."

Yun Jian's breath was slightly anxious, and he had a sense of sight as if the arrow was on the string.

Sheng Huaizhao couldn't hold back his chuckle, and the fingertips that landed behind him were still caressing his back slyly, feeling the muscles in his back slowly tense.

Yun Jian lowered his eyes and slowly grasped his bad wrist, said in a hoarse voice, "Huai Zhao, don't do this."

Sheng Huaizhao followed his strength and put his hand on the top of his head, and raised his eyes casually: "But we haven't drunk the Hejin wine yet."

The person in front of him paused, obviously forgetting this step.

Sheng Huaizhao teased him happily: "Or you don't want to drink?"

"Drink." Yun Jian responded immediately, then lowered his eyelashes in embarrassment, and lowered his voice, "Of course I want to drink."

He got up and went to the table to get two cups, handed one to Sheng Huaizhao, and gently wrapped his hand around his arm.

The water moistened the lips, and the cup finally fell under the bed, and the faint fragrance of wine filled the bed.

Immersed in the night, Sheng Huaizhao had another nightmare.

It was a continuation of the previous dream experienced by the original owner. He seemed to have sunk into a closed space where the sun was not visible. No matter how hard he searched for a way out, he was unable to start.

The flat ground under his feet suddenly undulated like waves, and when he came back to his senses, he found that his feet were deeply sunk in it, and the shackles that came from nowhere instantly bound his hands and feet, as if they were going to lead him into the mud.

Then he saw another path that was completely different from the original plot.

Standing in front of him was a figure who was swept up by the wind. His robe was obviously darker and darker than the scene in front of him, but he became the only existence that could be looked up to.

When Sheng Huaizhao opened his mouth, he realized that his throat seemed to be choked by two hands, and he couldn't make a sound.

Mo Ren.

Much like Mo Ren.

The weirdest thing was that he slowly stretched out his hand towards himself.

As if knowing that he was in despair, trying to be his savior.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and waved away the dark mist gathered in front of his eyes. When he stared fiercely at the person in front of him, he found that he seemed to be swung away suddenly by himself.

Moren's black robe... It would be better to say that his whole figure sank into the black quagmire on the ground and disappeared.

Then, Sheng Huaizhao saw another pair of eyes hiding behind the black robe.

"Huai Zhao."

It was clearly a male voice that should be unfamiliar, but there was a burst of familiarity that made him palpitate.

It seemed to come from his sea of ​​consciousness, a voice that he had heard thousands of times but no longer remembered.

The male voice was hauntingly lingering, like a nightmare: "Huai Zhao."

Sheng Huaizhao opened his eyes suddenly, cold sweat dripped from his eyelashes, and he stared absently at the brocade quilt on the bed in front of him.

His heart was beating fast, but he couldn't move his whole body, and he couldn't even make a sound from his throat.

It's been a long time since I've had a nightmare, and I haven't woken up for a long time.

Sheng Huaizhao tried to struggle, but to no avail, he lowered his eyes, intending to wait for his body to wake up slowly.

In the dream just now, there was clearly no scary scene, but it was even more terrifying than the last time.

...Someone was staring at him through Mo Ren.

If this is true, it is enough to prove why Mo Ren, who has not much role in the original book, will continue to do evil, and even have a feeling of looking at the overall situation and controlling his every word and deed.

But who is that man?

Thinking of this, Sheng Huaizhao felt a splitting headache, as if the restriction in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness was suddenly touched, and even he himself was backlashed.

Consciousness sea.

He opened his eyes: system?

There was silence in the sea of ​​consciousness, without any response.

There were times when the system was disconnected before, but later the system was stable in his mind. Sheng Huaizhao only thought that he was punished for violating the plot of the original book, and the explanation given to him by the system was reasonable enough.

But now it seems that there is more than one reason at all.

"Huai Zhao." The person behind him whispered his name, as if to test whether he was awake or not.

Sheng Huaizhao was interrupted by his soft call, like an interrupted dream that couldn't be resumed immediately.

In the haze, the scene just now was in chaos again, and the warm spiritual power fell into the center of his eyebrows, and he really opened his eyes at this time.

"Huai Zhao." Yun Jian frowned and stood in front of him, "Are you awake?"

Sheng Huaizhao didn't expect the aftertaste of this nightmare to talk so much, coughed a little: "Yeah."

Yun Jian hugged him, brushed away the wet hair, and kissed him comfortingly: "I've already put on the soothing incense."

"Thank you," Sheng Huaizhao forced his lips into a smile, "Maybe I really need it."

"Tell me what you dreamed about." Yun Jian said softly, almost begging.

He is really worried.

But even Sheng Huaizhao himself didn't know what to say about that dream.

"Maybe it's because I've been thinking too much these days," Sheng Huaizhao pursed his lips, "I dreamed about Mo Ren."

The corners of Yun Jian's tensed lips slowly relaxed a little: "He will hurt you unless I die."

Sheng Huaizhao Shi Shiran chuckled, coughed twice: "I want to drink water."

"I'll pour it for you." When Yun Jian opened the curtain and got out of bed, he found that the cup he used yesterday was broken on the edge of the bed.

He frowned, and the person beside the bed said again: "I still want to eat."

"Okay, I'll take it for you, go wash up first."

"Yeah." Sheng Huaizhao looked at Yun Jian changing clothes and tidying up, and after lying on the bed for a while, he said, "Come back soon."

Sheng Huaizhao got up and got out of bed when he heard Wen Sheng Yinghao and pushing the door out.

The broken porcelain beside the bed had been cleaned by Yun Jian, Sheng Huaizhao was completely unaware, and walked barefoot into the hall to find a handle of the spirit sword.

The system has not been connected yet, and the only person he can ask now is the old sword spirit.

Sheng Huaizhao clasped his hands together and said sincerely, "Old Sword Spirit, are you there?"

The old man snorted coldly, and appeared with his hands clasped in a condescending manner: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

The boy was disheveled, but he smiled brightly: "Because of the aura disorder you mentioned earlier."

The old man glanced at him, and said in his heart that you were saving your life, and you clearly looked so arrogant before.

"I have probed into your body, and your cultivation method is completely different from this cultivation world." The old man said, "Your aura is chaotic, unlike a mortal cultivator who is obsessed with madness, nor is it like a broken mirror, it is literally It's messy."

All kinds of spiritual energy are mixed together, and there is even a kind of greed that he has never seen before.

"Your situation is very similar to the collision between the self-cultivation level and the body of a mortal after being taken away, but it is not the same..."

Sheng Huaizhao's knuckles dug into his palm silently.

The sword spirit guessed right, he came to this world because he stole the house from the original owner, but the only reason he couldn't figure out... The old man sword spirit has lived so long, maybe he never thought that there is something more besides this world. Higher dimensional beings exist.

That's why he said that his aura was messed up.

And that endless "greed" is Sheng Huaizhao's ability.

"If you continue like this, sooner or later you will wait until the day when your own bodies repel each other, and you will die unexpectedly." Sword Spirit sighed, "After all, this is someone else's body, not yours."

When he said this, the sword spirit felt a little unbelievable.

"I only discovered this in the past few days, and Xue Chongli should have discovered it when he repaired your spirit core."

But the man didn't say anything, thinking about where his son's soul went, it was not as important to him as giving Xiao Ji a sustenance in the world.

Sheng Huaizhao guessed it, after all, Xue Chongli said that he was "the man in the chart".

No wonder the nightmares keep coming these days, it turns out it's a death warning.

"Then how can we survive?" Sheng Huaizhao asked.

The sword spirit paused slightly, Sheng Huaizhao's question was quite sincere, and he really wanted to live.

"...Do you know that people who have seized homes since ancient times have never had a good end?" Sword Spirit said.

Most of the seizures are due to the unfulfilled wishes. Before fulfilling their obsessions, these people can only painstakingly dwell in a body that is not suitable for them. When the wishes are understood, most of them come from where they come from and where they return.

Sheng Huaizhao looked at the cautious appearance of the old sword spirit, and slowly dragged out the ending: "Oh, that's it."

The sword spirit could say something, but saw him holding the hilt of the sword: "So that's the case, thank you old man for answering the questions."

After speaking, he closed the sword again with a snap.

Sword Spirit: ... I really won't come out if you do this again next time.

Returning the sword to its original position, when Sheng Huaizhao stood up, he suddenly smelled a ray of evil mixed in the wind.

He frowned quickly, and when he turned around, there was already a figure outside the door.

Duan Qing, who was cut in half, had a look of despair, and his blood-stained hands grabbed the threshold: "...help, help me."