After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao did not expect that his long-lost reunion with Yunjian would be like this. He was being pushed into a state of being unable to get up and down, and then the person in front of him fell down in front of him and began to cry softly.

"... Can you cry in this state?" Sheng Huaizhao took a breath, and subconsciously moved over his body, slowly putting himself in a more comfortable position.

His Majesty the Mozun feared by the Three Realms is now in his arms, his eyelashes are wet, and the skin at the end of his eyes is lined with two red marks, glowing charmingly.

It's like being bullied ruthlessly, but it's obvious that he is the one who wants to do evil.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand to wipe away his tears with his fingertips, and slowly rested his fingertips on the side of Yun Jian's neck: "Sorry, I made you worry."

Yun Jian's eyelashes were drooping, but he didn't say a word, but the tears seemed to be out of his control, one after another fell on Sheng Huaizhao's chest, hitting his conscience.

Sheng Huaizhao made people cry.

He sighed for a long time, grabbed Yun Jian's palm, and pressed him against his chest.

"Heartbeat, I'm alive." After speaking, he lowered his wrist again and parted a bone in front of Yun Jian.

As expected of the body of a sword fairy, it doesn't hurt after such a toss.

Sheng Huaizhao gently dropped the bone with pure aura on Yun Jian's earlobe, and slowly wrapped a strand of hair, intertwined with Sheng Huaizhao's.

Sheng Huaizhao slowly propped himself up, and kissed him lightly along the end of his eyebrows, the knuckles entangled with the hair of the two slowly fell down.

The extremely light pain and the soft touch of the lips intertwined, Yun Jian heard Sheng Huaizhao's voice with a smile: "Your Highness Mozun, I am pleased with you, are you willing to marry me again?"

The heart that has been frozen for three years has never been beating so vividly. This sentence touched so deeply that even the spine softened for a moment.

Sheng Huaizhao felt that he was calm and silent for another three points, just thinking that he had finally coaxed the silent crying bag back, but Yun Jian turned his head and looked away.

"……don't want."

The knuckles that went around the hair paused slightly, and the smile on Sheng Huaizhao's face slowly dissipated.

Yun Jian said no.

...he was rejected.

"You can only coax me with sweet words and give me illusory promises," Yun Jian pinched his waist, and the strength increased little by little, "In fact, you never even gave me a complete marriage."

Sheng Huai Zhaoyan's pupils are slightly entangled, and this is a belated awareness... Before in Miaosha City, Yun Jian mentioned the matter of getting married, and later when he was in Yaocheng, he also mentioned that he wanted to make up the marriage.

It was Sheng Huaizhao who did not take it to heart again and again, and made big mistakes point by point.

Yun Jian's sense of security was stripped away by himself.

It used to be his net of sweet words for this sincerity, but now when he appeals, he will definitely not be accepted.

He asks for trouble.

Sheng Huaizhao clenched the newly broken bone, and was about to speak when the person in front of him suddenly took out two bone chains from his arms.

It was made of white bones, and it was engraved with bright red inscriptions. Sheng Huaizhao stood up and wanted to see it, but Yun Jian held his shoulders and pressed him to the ground.

Fingertips stroked back along his calf, and the icy bone chain clasped on the frosty and snowy ankle, like a hidden brand.

Before Sheng Huaizhao could react, Yun Jian had already cut off his hair, tied him between the knuckles of his palm, and put it on his earlobe again.

...Didn't you say no?

After the contract was settled, Sheng Huaizhao watched the white bone nail being stained red by Yun Jian's blood the moment it pierced into the flesh.

Changed color?

System: The bone deed of love was promoted by him to Fate Calamity... In other words, this is no longer a symbol of his fame and fortune, but that you have become the calamity of his life. He dies.

Sheng Huaizhao's heart skipped a beat, the blood was like fire dripping into his eye sockets, burning his eye sockets hot.

A curse of living and dying together, a doomed love calamity.

Yun Jian stared at the person in front of him. He knew that although Huai Zhao never admitted it, he actually did not want to be bound by anything. He walks in the world and puts himself first in everything. The curse was cast on the lives of two people.

But he just did this, as if he wanted to completely anger the person in front of him, and he needed to see his astonishment and shock to calm down the morbid panic in his heart.

He no longer wants that kind of indifferent tenderness.

"You used to say that you lived for me, it was all lies." Yun Jian drooped his wet eyelashes, his eyes were full of inexplicable pain, but when he said this, he smiled, with a three-pointed sadness, "Then I will live for you now, and I will do what I say."

Yun Jian knew that he couldn't bear Sheng Huaizhao's leaving again, and if one day he disappeared from this world, he would go with him.

It is more free and easy for two people to die together than for a ray of remnant soul to mourn.

But the fact is beyond Yun Jian's expectation.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't get angry, didn't even have any complaints, that layer of moist tears accumulated unexpectedly, and when he reacted, it had already covered his pupils and formed a thin layer, and then he was flustered because of his panicked hiding broken.

That small pool of tears actually came out of the eye sockets and fell between the fingers.

Yun Jian had never seen him cry like this.

Sheng Huaizhao wanted to hide, but was held down by Yun Jian's wrist. The figure was fascinated by his crying appearance, his previous emotions hovered, and he stared at him unwaveringly.

... Sheng Huaizhao has always felt that he looks very ugly when he cries since he was a child, so he will subconsciously avoid such ugly emotions.

But when facing Yun's remonstrance, he gave up struggling.

The previous grievances were ruthless, the punishment of injuring the enemy eight hundred and self-defeating one thousand...every word fell into Sheng Huaizhao's heart, like a thin needle on the dripping blood, dense and dense.

How could he not be in pain.

"I'm sorry." He raised his hand and hooked the shoulder of the person in front of him, sobbing softly, but his voice was still steady, "I'll listen to you, it's fine if I live for you, or you live for me, what do you want? You can be punished."

Holding a wedding banquet, shutting down a small black room, or imprinting an imprint that follows everywhere...it doesn't matter, anyway, he only has Yun Jian left, and only Yun Jian.

The previous dominance and passivity are now reversed, Sheng Huaizhao hugged the person in front of him tightly, weeping softly, his falling black hair intertwined and intertwined, inseparable.

The bright red engraving on the anklebone fell into the darkness, and was illuminated by the broken light, floating up and down, sticking to the thin anklebone, beating irregular rhythms.

It is clear that there have been countless intimacy in the memory, but the first reunion after a long absence is not organized, no one is more mature than the other, only caring about resisting and suppressing.

Sheng Huaizhao hid his emotions very quickly. He pushed people away when he lost control before, and then he was already scattered in the punishment.

Yun Jian was different, his hands clasped Sheng Huaizhao's ankles tightly, the tighter he clasped, the harder he wept.

Hot tears slid down the spine and flowed down the waist, like a meandering river.

Every time Sheng Huaizhao felt that he was going to go too far, when he raised his hand to push and push, he touched the tears that had cooled down, and his bones hurt as if they were frozen by the cold, and he had to swallow all the words again.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to be cut off, Sheng Huaizhao rejoiced for a moment that what he was reshaping was a fairy body.

Otherwise, the dilapidated and sickly body from before would definitely not be able to bear it.

Yun Jian tried his best to shed the tears he had held back for three years.

When he recovered from a trance, Sheng Huaizhao smelled the quiet soothing incense.

This dream was so deep that he had difficulty opening his eyes, as if his whole body was fastened by invisible shackles, and it took him a long time to move slowly.

…Help me, he won’t survive a catastrophe, but will die because of intemperance?

"Chirp~"

A crisp cry came from the edge of the bed, Sheng Huaizhao slowly looked sideways, and saw the little fox lying beside the bed.

Raccoon?

When the little fox saw him wake up, he happily wagged his tail and touched his hand with the cool tip of his nose.

Only then was Sheng Huaizhao able to move, and he did it slowly. The long and indescribable feeling seemed to seep into the blood along the tendons. strangeness.

Li Zai'er pushed him a new set of clothes, and Sheng Huaizhao put them on awkwardly, only then did he remember to ask the culprit where he was going.

When he got off the bed, he stepped on the warm woolen blanket with his bare feet, only then did Sheng Huaizhao see clearly the two bone chains on his ankles that looked like shackles... It didn't feel bad.

He can't say whether he likes it or resists it, but Yun Jian should like it very much... After all, he kissed this bone at least a hundred and eighty times in the second half of yesterday.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand to gently brush up his long hair, and just as he was about to tie it up again, someone else's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"What should we call it? Mrs. Mozun or... the monarch?"

"Didn't it mean that the imprisoned here is a sword fairy? Our Demon Lord won't be crazy enough to bring his old enemy back to humiliate him... If we call him that, will he be so enraged that someone will cut off his head with a sword?"

"Ken, definitely not. You see, the third leader of the Li family has all gone in... The second leader also said that the young master also likes the monarch very much!"

"In this way, Sword Immortal is our young master's stepfather, my God..."

If Sheng Huaizhao still finds the first two sentences a little ridiculous, he won't be able to laugh at the last two sentences.

Let's not talk about the nonsense second and third masters, young master?

Stepfather?

Yun Jian acted last night that he was his only choice, and he would be bound to him for eight hundred lifetimes... And in the three years since he was separated from him, did he secretly have a "young master"?

Ah.

He was tortured for a long time, and when he woke up the next day, he didn't see anyone else, and he wanted to be a cheap father for his "young master"?

Li Zai'er was busy presenting the hair crown for Sheng Huaizhao to wear, but the complexion of the person in front of him suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, and in the next second he was holding the handle of the spirit sword that was put aside.

The sword fairy moved the spirit sword, and the instant aura and killing intent flew across several levels in an instant, and even those who hadn't approached the door were paralyzed by the surging away sword aura.

The few foxes who were in charge of picking up the people didn't realize what was happening, the door of the main hall was kicked open, and the spirit sword was stuck in their throats.

"Your highness Mozun, and that 'young master', where are you?"

Yun Jian can get angry at him, get angry, imprison and punish him, anything is fine, but if it is to conceal and deceive...

"What's the matter?" The friendly voice that whispered in my ear yesterday suddenly sounded from behind, calm and quiet, completely different from Sheng Huaizhao's gloomy, hidden anger.

The blade of a sword turned instantly, and the killing intent flew away with the blade, and the sword sliced ​​through mountains and seas.

Sheng Huaizhao turned his head while holding the sword, his eyes were scarlet.

"You kept it from me..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw clearly that Yun Jian was holding a three-year-old child in his hands.

Yuxue Tuanzi had short arms and legs, and a pair of bright eyes stared blankly at Sheng Huaizhao.

The anger and panic all over the sky seemed to be frozen by those eyes, and Sheng Huaizhao's wrist was suddenly knocked down.

...Why does this little brat look so much like him?