After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Yun Jian never thought that he would see his longing face at this moment. Sheng Huaizhao hid half of his face behind Xie Jinyi, and a trace of confusion flashed in his dark eyes. For a moment, it quickly turned into panic.

Sheng Huaizhao froze in place, with unreasonable embarrassment and chaotic emotions, he couldn't even imagine what expression he was facing Yun Jian now.

The first person to react was Xie Jinyi who heard the wailing of the disciples of Yuanxing Palace.In his impression, Yun Jian seldom expressed his emotions, and after becoming the demon king that everyone feared, he hid his thoughts deeply, and now when facing Sheng Huaizhao, the violent and turbulent emotions are Even outsiders noticed it.

Xie Jinyi instinctively felt that Sheng Huaizhao was in danger, and subconsciously turned sideways to block the people behind him, but he didn't know that this was the trigger that completely ignited Yun's remonstrance.

To hide means to have a guilty conscience. Although he doesn't have a deep relationship with Yuan Xinggong, there is absolutely no contradiction at all. Xie Jinyi hides that person behind his back... Obviously there is a ghost in his heart.

"Who is it?" Yun Jian's voice was extremely cold, with a chilling sternness.

Yun Jian's fingertips were trembling.

After the unexpected encounter, the pain that seemed to be tightly gripped on the chest gradually spread, and all the previous thoughts and worries seemed to be blown to the back of his head in an instant, Sheng Huaizhao only knew that he wanted to hug Yunjian very, very much now.

I'm sorry, I'm here, I didn't die, I was just taken away briefly by a bastard, the passage of time there is different from that in the cultivation world, I didn't expect to disappear for so long.

我 很想 你.

These words were obviously completely in his brain, but the person in front of him couldn't utter a word, as if his throat was locked, and he couldn't find the key in a hurry.

"Yunjian," Xie Jinyi broke the deadlock first, "Calm down first, he..."

But that's the end of the story, the next moment the spirit sword's sword intent wrapped in murderous aura charged towards him!The only time Xie Jinyi confronted Yun Jian was when he first met three years ago, and now the young man's sword intent has been overturned many times, and it is definitely not something he can resist.

What's more, Yun Jian is serious and murderous this time.

The sound of the wind hitting Ziyao's sword made Xie Jinyi tremble with fear. He tried his best to spread his cultivation, and while protecting himself, he also tried his best to protect the disciples of Yuanxing Palace behind him.

The gust of wind died down, and Xie Jinyi's hands in front of him were covered with bloody wounds. He quickly raised his head and looked around, neither Yun Jian nor Sheng Huaizhao disappeared.

Sheng Huaizhao knew that he could stop Yun Jian's sword wind, but he still opened his heart to experience the three years of despair mixed with being trapped in the wind.

To him, this was more like a way of atonement, but before the wind hit his face, his hand was grabbed first.

The demon-binding rope was wrapped around his neck twice, and then snaked like a swimming snake in front of his body, intertwined tightly, and clasped his hand backwards.

After that, Sheng Huaizhao was brought back to Shiwai Mountain, which was the starting point of the entanglement between him and Yunjian.

It is clearly the same place as in the memory, but now it is covered by clouds, like a city separated from the world and in another dimension, Sheng Huaizhao even saw the demon guarding outside the mountain.

"The Demon Lord is back!"

The voices came from unknown sources, not as sharp as the monster bird in Nanyihai, but very festive...

When Sheng Huaizhao lowered his head, he realized that there were a group of foxes guarding outside the barrier. Some of them had transformed into some, and some hadn't. When they saw people coming back, they shouted loudly.

It's a pity that His Majesty the Demon Lord they respected and served not only didn't drop a glance, they didn't even open the barrier, and still kept them out.

The monster guarding the mountain has long been accustomed to Yun Jian's neglect, and greeted him with respect and respect, but he didn't expect that there was someone behind him.

"What's going on, didn't the Demon Lord say that anyone who enters the world outside the mountains will be killed without mercy? Am I right?"

"Yes, probably not." Another fox rubbed his eyes, "God, could it be that His Majesty the Mozun, who has been lonely for so long, finally, finally let go of the dead?"

"You fucking don't want to live anymore?" The person next to him quickly turned his mouth off, "The second master said that you must never mention that person! Don't you know how the Lord Mozun has lived in the past three years? That is the Mozun A lifetime of heartbreak..."

The chattering of the little monster faded away, and Sheng Huaizhao couldn't hear it clearly, but he could probably guess the content.

Yun Jian chooses to return to Shiwai Mountain because this is the place where they first met.There are all kinds of memories here, although they only stayed for a short time, but for a person like Sheng Huaizhao who has even erased life and death from this world, this is the only way to remember.

How painful must it be for Yun Jian to monopolize a memory that he can't get back for three years?

At the beginning, the small Shandong where the two of them were exhausted and wounded, has now been expanded into a decent half-mountain hall. Yun Jian just changed the place where they rested back then into a decent "home", and No re-migrating changes to other parts of Shiwaishan.

The plain struck by lightning, the spring they bathed in together... are still there.

It was clearly on the way back from being arrested, but with such a broad glance, Sheng Huaizhao even thought about how to re-plan.

He has a new home. It is no longer the dilapidated, empty, unpopular old house, but a place that can truly be called a home, where people who love him live together.

...Although the person who "loves him" seems a little crazy now.

Falling into the hall, the demon-binding rope was loosened by Yun Jian, and it was almost like a waste rope hanging by his feet.Although with Sheng Huaizhao's current cultivation base, it is a matter of raising his hand to get rid of this thing, but he still leaves the decision to Yun Jian.

If he's not happy, just tie it up like this, and he's not going anywhere anyway.

Yun Jian settled in the hall, without turning around, Sheng Huaizhao could only see his stern and tall back...and the hands clenched into fists and slightly wrestling beside him.

"cloud……"

"Who sent you here?"

The two spoke at the same time, but it was Sheng Huaizhao who was interrupted.

Yun Jian's voice was colder than he had ever heard before, and the end of each word was bitten down, "Yuan Xing Gong or Mian An?"

Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously defended: "It's me, I..."

But before he finished speaking, the person in front of him leaned forward, his slender knuckles grabbed his side face, and turned his gaze: "Who else do you want to lie to?"

Although his strength was brutal, it was just right, he just forcibly staggered the two people's eye contact, but it didn't hurt Sheng Huaizhao.

Facing this face, he would hold back even his anger.

"You are not him." Dull, hoarse conclusion, while denying this matter, but personally aimed the knife at his heart.

Sheng Huaizhao paused for a moment, and was about to ask him where did he come from for his determination, when the system whispered: Host, the bone nail in your earlobe is gone.

All words disappeared in the throat.

He finally understood why, with Yun Jian's black-and-white personality, he could say with certainty that he was not "Sheng Huaizhao", but he couldn't give up and brought him back.

Because instinct told Yun Jian that the man in front of him is the one who thinks about it day and night, but there is nothing on the earlobe, which is the naked and cruel reality.

Sheng Huaizhao is now a sword fairy, and the fairy body has been reshaped, and their past marks should no longer exist.

Yun Jian looked at the astonished look of the person in front of him, and the emotion in his heart surged so intensely, that in the end, it turned into a ball of dead cold ashes.

This face that I dreamed back at midnight was still a dream after all.

Bone nails are knotted, life after life, if one party dies, the previous contract will be broken.

The bones of the dead are reduced to ashes overnight, irreparable, while the living will return to their original owners.

The bone that Yun Jian broke to Sheng Huaizhao back in his body three years ago, but what Huaizhao gave him, just like him, vanished into thin air.

He didn't have any wounds in his abdomen, and the bones were obviously recovering and growing, but there was always a dull pain.

Here, he was told all the time that Huai Zhao was dead.

Sheng Huaizhao abandoned the contract of marriage and the promise of staying together for life, and died.

Yun Jian slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to force himself to calm down, the person he copied and recalled countless times in the past three years was right in front of him...but it was a fake.

all fake.

"Yun Jian, listen to me," Sheng Huaizhao stood up, and when he stepped forward to touch him, a strong evil spirit came towards him.

But he didn't seem to give up at all, he covered his hands and broke through the demonic energy that resisted for thousands of miles, and gently grabbed Yun Jian's sleeve.

"I didn't lie to you, I'm back." Sheng Huaizhao slowly kneaded the ball of cloth and landed on the back of his hand, "Look, I have body temperature, it's warm."

Sheng Huaizhao was a little anxious, for a while, he couldn't think of any way to prove himself except for the bone nail that could symbolize hair knot and love.

"We...we met for the first time in Shengfu, and I called you Brother Immortal." Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously clenched his hand, "Later I lied to you, saying that you were my little husband, and you were still angry at me when you arrived at Yanfeng School." Gotta write and leave the book..."

Speaking of this, Sheng Huaizhao realized that all the bad things he remembered were bad things, so he really didn't want to mention them.

But when he was ashamed and bored, he didn't notice that Yun Jian's eyes broke through the ice bit by bit and slowly melted away.

These things are what the two of them have done before.

If an outsider deliberately pretends to act, it is absolutely impossible to know.

Everyone in the heaven knows that the moody and volatile Demon Lord has an unforgettable sweetheart, but no one knows that what his sweetheart has left him thinking about for so long is just a lie.

A lie that made him so happy that he sank into it and never woke up.

The dull pain spread from the palm of the hand to the depths of the spiritual core, and the pain that was gradually forgotten due to the passage of time had faint signs.

Yun Jian looked at him, and it took him a long time to look away, and strode into the hall.

Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously felt that he was going to leave him, and kept his whole "lie" out of the door, and quickly followed: "Yunjian..."

A thud fell to the ground and hit the foot.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyes slowly, the light in the hall was gloomy, Yun Jian's facial features were sunk in the darkness, and the eyes of the boy who were as bright as stars were no longer seen.

Ah...he is now the Demon Lord feared by all the Three Realms, and he himself is an old enemy born according to the horoscope.

Sheng Huaizhao saw this absurd reality like drawing a line, and his tongue was bitter.

He leaned over slowly, picked up one handle, and slowly pulled it out of the scabbard while holding the handle.

The sharp blade was unsheathed, and the light image in the hall was instantly captured by it, and it was dimmed for a moment.

Yun Jian's pupils trembled as he watched the blade lift up and land on Sheng Huaizhao's neck.

"...If you are worried that I will follow the way of heaven to kill you, then you can rest assured now." Sheng Huaizhao lowered his eyes, his voice was only three points desolate, "Your Highness Mozun Wan'an, I will kill myself now, without bothering you... "

Zheng——

The scabbard fell on the edge of the blade, knocking off the sharp blade that barely fell on the neck.

Sheng Huaizhao's eyelashes were lightly wrapped, and he was embraced by Yun Jian in the next second.

When the king came to the world, His Majesty the Mozun, who was above ten thousand people, trembled all over, and embraced the person in front of him with all his hands, but no matter what, there was an illusion that the embrace was not complete.

Sheng Huaizhao heard his silent murmur.

Huai Zhao, you are back.

Both distraught and overjoyed.

He finally believed it.

After Sheng Huaizhao entrusted the "one handle" to Yun Jian, the sword spirit was nourished by killing and was able to advance, and it had told Yun Jian before the retreat that the sword had been sealed, and unless the previous masters, no one It can be pulled out.

The Spirit Sword is loyal and will never be allowed to be touched by outsiders. Even Lord Huai Yujian will have an extremely strong rejection reaction if he approaches it.

But now it is in the hands of the person in front of him, but there is no sound, it is meek.

Huai Zhao really came back.

The pain and despair that ebbed and flowed over the past three years seemed to fade away in an instant, and the unforgettable wounds of more than 1000 days and nights finally began to heal, and there was a day when Yun Jian could not make a sound.

Sheng Huaizhao's heart ached so badly that he let him hold and caress him. When Yun Jian was in a daze because of his over-quietness, he slowly raised his head and held his face in his hands.

The kiss landed on his eyebrows, eyes, nose tip, and finally kissed the corners of his lips bit by bit, breath intertwined.

Clearly just to appease, he carefully used the tip of his tongue to share half of Yun Jian's bitterness, sticking to the temptation intimately and softly, exhausting all his patience, he finally slowly awakened the person immersed in misery.

Afterwards, there was an almost turbulent backlash, attacking the city and looting the pool, pressing harder and harder.

Why did they fall to the ground, Sheng Huaizhao had no time to recall, just parrying the person in front of him already made him have to use all his attention.

Fingertips intertwined, clothes fluttered down, and even the firelight in the room had to be adjusted and controlled with atmosphere.

When Yun Jian got up for the last time, he threw away one handle. The bluffing sword spirit in the past knew how to wink at this moment, and slipped away after he got a seal.

Sheng Huaizhao hit the ground on his back, but resisted the urge to cry out in pain, but raised his hand from the messy sleeves of his clothes, and slowly rubbed Yun Jian's messy hair on the back of his neck.

Like comforting some kind of small animal, gently squeezed it: "Don't be afraid, I am here, and I will never leave again."

The very solemn and gentle promise was completely different from the previous words that were only used to comfort him. Although Sheng Huaizhao was still jerky, he opened himself obediently.

He was hugged tightly by Yun Jian, and the sound of his heartbeat intertwined in his ears, and he couldn't tell who was beating faster in a daze for a while.

As the sun went down, the moment before Sheng Huaizhao closed his eyes, he found that the person in front of him suddenly became quiet.

He blinked, and then heard a soft cry.

...Ah, Yun Jian cried.