After coaxing old enemies into avatars

All monsters are good at disguise, not to mention that neither Sheng Huaizhao nor Yun Jian has the ability to bear children.

Especially Yun Jian, he has always bullied Sheng Huaizhao in that kind of thing, if he really survived, it would not be his turn.

A sword pointed straight at Yun Jian's eyebrows. If he didn't get a satisfactory answer, Sheng Huaizhao would really attack him: "Your Highness Mozun, explain?"

The scene was silent for a moment, and the little foxes didn't dare to vent their anger.

No one dared to threaten the Demon Lord like this, how dare this person come from!

But what was even more unexpected was that not only did Yun Jian not get angry, he didn't even strike the sword.

"Your father, when you like me, you call me little husband..." Yun Jian slowly lowered his eyes, and lightly hugged the three-year-old child in his arms, his tone was very low, "We meet again after a long time, If your feelings are divided, please call me Lord Mozun."

Sheng Huaizhao: "..."

He was about to laugh angrily at the appearance of Yun Jian, the villain who complained first, and forced himself to slow down with his sword blade hanging down: "Yun Jian."

And the child in Yun Jian's arms seemed to have reacted, and began to shake and try to land.

The latter's eyes fell, and the surrounding foxes lowered their eyes and quickly withdrew their expressions of curiosity, and retreated one after another.

Sheng Huaizhao narrowed his eyes and waited leisurely for Yun Jian to give him an answer.

Yun Jian leaned over and put the child on the ground, the little boy quickly swayed with short legs and short hands, and hugged Sheng Huaizhao, sticky: "Huai Zhao!"

Sheng Huaizhao was stunned for a moment, and then realized later: "...everything is born?"

At the beginning, all creatures only took human form for a moment in Yun Jian's sea of ​​consciousness, but later they all appeared in the form of small saplings, and as far as Sheng Huaizhao knew, all things had to take a certain age, so he didn't realize that this short period of three years Young saplings can become people.

Although the little guy is still seven points similar to him in appearance, he is still three points unfamiliar. Sheng Huaizhao held his chubby face and looked at him for a long time.

"There are still three points like me." When Yun Jian said, he had already squatted beside Wan Wusheng with him.

He gently squeezed the little guy's soft hand: "In the three years since you left, he was unable to gather his spiritual energy due to the injury from the sky thunder. In order to keep him alive, I devoted my heart and soul to it day and night."

Sheng Huaizhao used to water all things, but unfortunately he was weak at that time and didn't do many times. After Yun Jian took over, the little guy grew faster and faster, and he could take human form within half a year.

He said it easily, but he never told Sheng Huaizhao that Yun Jian relied on such means to expel the heart-wrenching despair during the half-year bloody night.

System: From this point of view, Wanwusheng actually inherited the bloodline between you and Yun Jian, so you are the descendants of both of you?

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

Stepfather or something, forget it.

Wan Wusheng's dark eyes were watery, and he stared at him intently, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear.

"After he took shape, part of his past memories were washed away together, so he is really a child's mind now." Yun Jian raised his hand and gently touched the top of Wanwusheng's hair, "But he, like me, always remembers you. "

Even if he was reborn from the cocoon and got his wish, what Xiaoshuzhizi still remembers in his heart is the most important person to him.

That's why when he transformed into form, he left a seven-point shadow.

One fell to the ground slowly, and Yun Jian took him back with the scabbard very considerately, preventing the majestic sword spirit from watching the fairy sword sink into the ground again.

Xiaotuanzi's voice was delicate and waxy, revealing heartfelt joy: "Huai Zhao!"

Seeing that Douding was so big, but he was not light at all when he threw himself on him, Sheng Huaizhao took half a step back, leaned over and picked him up and watched him slowly.

His and Yun Jian's bloodline.

No matter how many times I revisit this cognition, it is still difficult to accept.

Yun Jian stood in front of him, slowly observing Sheng Huaizhao's expression, taking in all the "bewilderment of being a new father" and "worries about not knowing what to do in the future", the longer he stares, the more he wants to hug him .

Although Huai Zhao had already told him all the experiences of the three years apart, Yun Jian still subconsciously felt that Sheng Huai Zhao's words were emphatic.

He believed that Feisheng wasted time, chaotic sun and moon, but Huai Zhao... From the first time they met, he knew that Huai Zhao was not simple.

It was this difficulty that made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

Even under his various pressures last night, Sheng Huaizhao said countless times that he would not leave, and used various methods to express his sincerity... Even what was never allowed before, he was allowed to do so.

Yun Jian also gained a short-term peace of mind, and finally took a step out of the haze of three years.

But it is only one step.

"... Yun Jian."

A call for help mixed with three points came from the front, and Yun Jian quickly came back to his senses: "Yes."

Wan Wusheng had already climbed onto Sheng Huaizhao's body, his short hands tightly strangled his neck, and his feet were still on his palms.

Yun Jian paused for a moment, and quickly took Wan Wusheng off his body, not knowing whether it was to punish the child for his weakness or Sheng Huaizhao's panic.

But Wan Wusheng was the first to win, and he started whining when he left Sheng Huaizhao, and insisted on pretending to whine pitifully when he could speak clearly, looking at Sheng Huaizhao with deer-like eyes.

Sheng Huaizhao was sitting on the ground, he didn't feel any discomfort until his legs were slightly crossed, and he slowly raised his knees up: "You are just like you...Yun Jian, you can pretend."

"You and your father" still couldn't say it.

He glared at Yun Jian, who actually looked pitiful as if he was waiting for him.

... Ah, where are the two puppies that were soaked by the rain.

Sheng Huaizhao's heart skipped a beat unconsciously, he turned his face sideways, clenched his fists and coughed lightly, trying to cover up his momentary wavering by way of misaligned eyes.

"Give him a name." Yun Jian put him on the ground, but didn't let go, "I won't call him, Yu Tong started to call him Young Master, and over time everyone will be called Young Master, and after a while he will call him Young Master." I guess I think my name is Young Master Yun or Young Master Sheng."

Sheng Huaizhao had soft and slender hair around Wanwu, and he couldn't think of it for a while: "He is the overlord of the Demon Realm, and the Shenmu was born from the essence of heaven and earth. We just gave people names after transfusing some blood. Does it fit?"

Although he said "a little blood transfusion", Sheng Huaizhao knew in his heart that the blood that Yun Jian dripped on the little sapling could be worth the tens of thousands of years he had grown alone in the Demon Realm.

"Sheng Sheng!" Xiaoshu buried her head in Sheng Huaizhao's arms, and said in repeated voices: "Sheng, Sheng."

"Where is everything born?" Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyebrows.

Xiaoshu shook his head and took a breath: "Sheng, Sheng."

"My surname?" Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyelashes and looked at Yun Jian, "But isn't he the one who raised you?"

Xiao Shu pursed her lips, and after sticking close to Sheng Huaizhao, she slowly turned her head and glanced at Yun Jian, reluctantly.

"Call it whatever you like." Yun Jianwen smiled and put his hand on Xiaoshu's head.

Sheng Huaizhao just wanted to feel that this might be the so-called deep love between father and son, but the next second he noticed that Xiaoshu and Yun Jian were faintly fighting for aura.

One wanted to carry the little thing back, while the other clung to his arms and refused to leave.

"..."

Oh, father and son love each other deeply.

The last one with the top name was Sheng Sheng. Yu Tong was not happy to hear that Sheng Sheng was going to be beaten to death, saying that it sounded like it had no connotation at all, so he changed the word after a lot of trouble.

Sheng Huaizhao doesn't care about Yun Jian, anyway, it's Xiaoshu himself who is on top of him, so he can do whatever he likes.

"But having said that, didn't Yu Tong resist Yaocheng at the beginning? Why do you live there now?" Sheng Huaizhao sat in the bath, looking at the petals floating in front of him, with drops of water on his eyelashes.

Wan Wusheng thought of him more than anything else, and as soon as we met today, he played with him all morning, and only at night did he look like a three-year-old child. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Take it back.

Yun Jian slowly leaned over, his knuckles lightly supported his wrist, and pressed gently along the wrist bone.

"Back then, I made a killing ring in Yao City, and he was the one who stopped me from staying at the Changwang Gate." Yun Jian pressed his knuckles along his arm bit by bit.

The bones and skin are the same as three years ago, but the body of the sword fairy is not the same as that of a mortal. It used to be thin and morbidly fragile, as if it would shatter to the ground with a little force, but now the appearance has not changed. , but the aura and vitality filled inside are completely different.

Sheng Huaizhao felt comfortable, so he let him hold on, saying that he was indeed the hidden CP of the original owner, and Yu Tong really had some meaning for Xiao Luo.

Even if it's just guilt or something else... But with Xiao Luo's character, and that kind of persistent but never explicit but extremely deep attachment, it can only be a matter of time before Yu Tong falls.

"By the way, how is Xiao Luo's body?"

"Recovered, only saw the light a year ago."

Ming Shun devoted himself to studying Gu poison for two years, and finally quenched the antidote from the Buddha's real fire, and with the help of other elixir and elixir, Xiao Luo's legs and eyes were recovering.

And these few days happened to be the time for recovery and self-cultivation, if Xiao Luo didn't need someone to meditate by his side, Yu Erdao would probably rush back to see Sheng Huaizhao.

Of course, whether it can be seen or not depends on Yun Jian.

"I'm not too worried about this. After all, the fox family is the best physique for dual cultivation. As long as Xiao Luo is not bad, probably..." At this point, Sheng Huaizhao slowly opened his eyelashes.

The person who was by his side just now stopped in front of his eyes, the warm water was rippling, the steaming steam made his breath wet, and even his eyes became entangled.

Sheng Huaizhao slowly turned his head, and the water-soaked hair stickers fell on the side of his face. He raised his eyebrows: "... Your Highness Mozun, where are you touching?"

Xu is that the moonlight is bright tonight, Sheng Huaizhao suddenly looked into his eyes, there seemed to be a touch of red in those dark pupils, full of indescribable affection.

The person in front of him leaned into his arms and whispered, "Huai Zhao, do you still remember this place?"

... How can I not remember it.

"We were injured, and both of our hearts had big holes." Sheng Huaizhao slowly raised his hand, and the ripples that had just calmed down were stirred up by him again.

The glistening knuckles landed on Yun Jian's chest, and he pressed against Yun Jian's chest lightly, feeling the beating under his palm.

Their two exchanged spiritual cores have long since been weak and broken, and now they are full of vitality.

One is the Sword Immortal, the other is the Demon Lord, and no one was absent in the end.

"How fierce you were at that time, when you were with me, you wanted to strangle me with your eyes." Sheng Huaizhao said with a smile.

"That's because... I like it." Yun Jian tilted his head slightly and kissed his lips, "At that time, I was too panicked and didn't know how to express my love. The same emotion went to two extremes."

He didn't know how to balance the power of love at first sight, so he became half of the little crying bag who stayed at every step, and the other half became the iceberg who kept away for thousands of miles.

"Then tell the truth?" Sheng Huaizhao bent his legs slightly, intending to tease, but made his breathing more rapid.

... I haven't seen you for three years, but Yun Jian has learned a lot without a teacher.

The person in front of him hummed lightly, and then asked, "What's the truth?"

"Didn't I tie you up when we soaked in the pool for the first time?" Sheng Huaizhao narrowed his eyes, subconsciously wanted to lean back, but pressed Yun Jian's shoulder, "Easy."

"Okay." Yun Jian kissed his neck, "Go on."

"... When I tied you up, what were you thinking?"

Yun Jian hesitated for three seconds, and slowly turned his gaze away. Naturally, Sheng Huaizhao would not let go of this change in his expression, raised his hand to lightly pick his chin, and turned the person's face back to him.

Before questioning, he took a breath, but because of this little trouble, he became indescribably hoarse: "Speak."

Yun Jian's eyelashes curled up lightly, and he kissed his lips with drooping eyes, as if determined not to answer this question, the pool of clear water was stirred up by him until it steamed into a more humid mist.

In the end, Sheng Huaizhao was so out of breath that he couldn't stand still, so he put his arms around his waist and brought him back into his arms.

"I was angry at the time, but later when you walked up the rock wall, you took a step down," Yun Jian's voice became hoarse, "At that time, your eyes were clear, and you saw the legs dangling under the red dress."

The memory of that day is actually somewhat blurred, but when Yun Jian mentioned it so suddenly, Sheng Huaizhao seemed to remember some details.

"I saw the legs first, then the waist... Then I saw you floating out of the water, and the corners of my eyes were red from coughing." Yun Jian kissed his earlobe, "Then my mind was full of that scene."

That is to say, the iceberg who treated him fiercely and wished to tear him apart at the time was actually full of...

Sheng Huaizhao clasped his hand, panting for a moment and smiled provocatively: "So that's the case, then you pretended to be hard enough."

Fortunately, he still thought it was fun to tease people, but he didn't expect that this guy would have more fun in the spring water.

Yun Jian met his smile, turned his head uncomfortably, his eyes wandered for a moment, then turned back and brushed away the loose hair on the back of his neck.

When the hair moved, there was a fine itch. At this time, Sheng Huaizhao couldn't bear any strange touch, so he let out a soft hum, and when he raised his head slightly, he showed beautiful lines, and it fell down again just after being touched by the moonlight.

The corners of his eyes were red again, exactly the same as before.

Yun Jian liked it so much, he lowered his head and slowly made teeth marks on his shoulder.

Beads of blood slid from his shoulders and soaked into the water, like flowers blooming in ripples.

It hurt and itched, Sheng Huaizhao was so angry that he wanted to raise his hand to punch him, but when the fist came down, it was limp.

"Okay, are you a dog..."

"Huai Zhao." Yun Jian kissed the wound, and leaned into his ear with the tone of Wan Wu Sheng begging for a hug in the morning, "Since you asked me a question, I want to ask for a question back, is that okay?"

In Sheng Huaizhao's mind now, only the dense fireworks are constantly exploding, and even the scenery in front of him is a little dazed, so he can only nod in confusion.

"Do you remember what you called me back then?"

The ups and downs of consciousness suddenly became clear, and Sheng Huaizhao's Adam's apple slipped slightly for a moment, but subconsciously remained silent.

Yun Jian's lips touched his pulse, like a disguised threat, using ambiguity as a blade: "I want to hear it."

Each of these three words is more attractive than the other.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't know whether he was afraid of the Huya, which was so close at hand, or if he was really softened by the spring water.

Half-push and half-accept, if you want to refuse, you will welcome.

"...Little husband."