Be a heartthrob in the Shura field

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Seeing the returning Suo Shuyue, Hong Zijin was not surprised, and nodded to him and said, "I'm going to change clothes."

Tan Yu withdrew from the bedroom, and Hong Zijin closed the door behind him.

In front of him, Suo Shuyue stepped forward step by step, almost pushing him against the door, with a smile on his face, but unhappiness flashed in his eyes: "Why are you in his room?"

"I'm giving him medicine."

"You got into a fight with him again?"

Suo Shuyue lowered her head and took Tan Yu's injured hand, rubbed it a few times, there was a fresh knife wound on the back of the white hand, and a circle of red marks on the wrist, as if pinched out by a man.

Suo Shuyue clicked her tongue, raised her eyes to look at Tan Yu, ignoring the impatience that had appeared between his brows.Wrapping his arms around his waist, he embraced his whole body in his arms.

"Long time no see, I'm really not used to you not being in front of me." He said in a low voice beside Tan Yu'er.

Tan Yu: "We haven't seen each other for a day."

"You really don't understand style, Sword Spirit."

"..."

Tan Yu didn't intend to continue this topic.And Suo Shuyue caressed the back of his neck, and when he spoke, the hot and humid breath brushed against his earlobe, reminding him of his experience of being bitten by Jing Kefeng.

He was about to push Suo Shuyue away when suddenly the other party touched his earlobe and said coldly: "What is this?"

"Devil's blood mark."

It was Hong Zijin who spoke.

The man came out of the bedroom, neatly dressed, his eyes flicked from the two embracing at the door to Suo Shuyue's face.

He continued: "Jing Kefeng has the blood of the demon race and is currently in Pingzhou."

"...So that's how it is." Suo Shuyue reacted quickly, and immediately sank her face, "Does he want the evil sword that much?"

Tan Yu moved his hand away, frowned and said, "I was bitten on the day you were grounded."

"Then he is really a weirdo. Why bother to grab the master's sword spirit?"

Suo Shuyue sneered.

The meaning of what he said was unclear, and he didn't continue to talk about this topic. Instead, he led Tan Yu to another bedroom before being led by the maid.

Tan Yu stared at Suo Shuyue's side face and thought,

According to his personality, he probably couldn't bear Jing Kefeng's provocation.

This leads to the second episode of disharmony between the male protagonist and the male supporting role... This episode originally happened accidentally in the secret realm of the trial, so maybe it will be brought forward because of this.

[It doesn't matter, as long as they fight again in the trial secret realm. ] Considering Tan Yu's situation, the system added: [Or you can fight Jing Kefeng once. 】

At this moment, Suo Shuyue had pushed open the wooden door of the bedroom and led him in.

Tan Yu took a closer look, stopped, and said, "This is my bedroom."

"Huh? I know." Suo Shuyue closed the door behind her backhand, leaned over to touch the red mark behind his ear, and said in a worried tone, "Aren't you willing to be with me? It's not like I haven't lived together before."

"I'm not used to it."

Tan Yu pushed his hand away.

Suo Shuyue sighed: "You are so indifferent to me... Could it be that you are very enthusiastic in front of Hong Zijin? It's only been a day."

"enthusiasm?"

Talk about Yu inexplicable.

So far, no one has ever used this word to describe him.

He didn't intend to pay attention to Suo Shuyue's strange question, and went to the table to get a cup of tea.

At this time, Suo Shuyue suddenly opened his arms and hugged him from behind, whispering softly in his ear.

"It's hard to see you again. Speaking of it, I have to thank Hong Zijin for taking you out... Those old-fashioned people in my family... I can't stand them."

Suo Shuyue's tone was mixed with a little annoyance.

The Suo family is a big family.

This kind of family usually has many rules, and the elders grounded their children because of an evil sword. Tan Yu is not from the Suo family, so it is not easy to comment.

"Oh, those people said that I shouldn't provoke you, that you will harm me." The young man's warm and firm body moved close to him, and the arms around his waist slowly tightened, and he continued to speak warmly. Go on, "Are you going to kill me?"

Tan Yu asked, "What do you think?"

"I know those sword cultivators died strangely, because they couldn't control the evil sword. This kind of thing is strange, but I won't end up like this, right," Suo Shuyue touched his earlobe, not paying attention The corners of his mouth curled up, "Tan Yu, I am your last master."

"Whatever," Tan Yu responded indifferently, and broke away from him to put the teacup in his hand, and said, "Help me boil water and make tea, I don't know where the tea leaves are."

Who is the master?

Suo Shuyue smiled: "All right."

When Tan Yu came out of the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of a pair of figures flying swords and colliding with each other in the yard from afar. He stood on the sidelines to watch the battle, and soon several maids in pink skirts gathered around him.

Tan Yu watched the fight between the two with relish, and after a while he realized that these maids were not here to watch the fight, but were all watching him.

Tan Yu has always shown little expression, his beautiful face is as cold as frost and snow, and seems to reject people thousands of miles away.He was almost only in the room, and the maids were very curious about his origin, especially after Suo Shuyue appeared.

One of them asked him curiously: "You are Mr. Suo's Taoist companion, why did you come to live in Hong's house?"

What kind of strange rumor is this?

Tan Yuqi said: "Why do you think so."

"Because you two live in the same bedroom." Another maid said quickly, "I originally thought you and the young master were Taoist couples, but it turned out that's not the case."

"None." He said seriously to the maid, "Suo Shuyue is my master."

The maid was taken aback, they couldn't tell that the two were in such a relationship, and said strangely: "But I just saw Mr. Suo pouring tea for you."

This matter is not clear.

Tan Yu couldn't explain to them that he was just an evil ancient sword, so he said "you can ask Suo Shuyue", and turned his attention to the two people who were competing in the middle of the courtyard.

Coincidentally, a figure just jumped towards him, and the sword light wrapped in it precisely struck at his feet.

Tan Yu raised his eyelids and looked at Suo Shuyue: "Aren't you going to continue?"

"You don't even look at me, you're not interested."

The young man waved his sword lazily, put the sword back into the scabbard, looked at the maid next to him, and asked, "What are you talking about with him?"

The leading maid dutifully repeated what she had just said, together with Tan Yu's last prevarication.

Suo Shuyue raised the corners of her lips, touched her chin and said, "He asked you to ask me, so I must tell the truth... I am indeed his master."

Not far away, Hong Zijin also put away his knife and walked quickly from a distance, glanced at the maids, they immediately bowed their heads and bowed their faces to scatter.He naturally also heard what Suo Shuyue said.

The master and his sword.

Hong Zijin lowered his eyes, and caught a glimpse of the sword spirit from the corner of his eye. The pale young man with half-wet black hair looked at Suo Shuyue with a pair of sea-blue eyes. There was not much expression on his face, and he suddenly reached out to grab Suo Shuyue's spirit. snake sword.

Seeing this, Suo Shuyue handed him the sword straight away, grabbed another strand of half-damp black hair, and said, "Isn't it cold? Go indoors and play."

It looks like a pair of intimate Taoist couples.

Hiroko Jin stroked the rough leather on the handle, and silently turned his gaze to the other side.

Tan Yu took the Spirit Snake Sword, and looked down for a while. This sword was also a bonded sword with Suo Shuyue. It seemed that because of this reason, it did not reject Tan Yu. When he stroked the blade, the Spirit Snake Sword There was a slight tremor.

This sword was cut out from the belly of the ferocious spirit snake beast. It was named by Suo Shuyue, and its whereabouts were unknown after he fell into the illusion.

He threw the sword back to Suo Shuyue and said, "When are you going to Jinzhou?"

"Let's leave the day after tomorrow." Suo Shuyue said, "If I go now, I won't be able to find the entrance to the trial secret realm for a while, so don't worry."

Hong Zijin is also a member of the Trial Secret Realm.

Tan Yu thought of this, and turned his gaze to Hong Zijin on the other side.

The man happened to be looking at him too, staring at him with green eyes for a while, and asked, "Are you planning to go to the secret realm too?"

"Ah."

"Take care of the Demon Blood Seal before going in." Hong Zijin looked at him for a while, and said, "Jing Kefeng will also enter the trial secret realm, and when the situation is complicated, I may not care about you. You are a sword spirit, and everything is as simple as possible. Don't cause trouble."

This uncompromising tone seemed to be giving an order... It was clear that Hong Zijin was not the holder of the evil sword.

Tan Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Suo Shuyue beside him: "What do you think should be done?"

Suo Shuyue raised her eyebrows, her eyes moved slightly, she first glanced at Hong Zijin beside her, and said nothing.

He turned his head to talk to Tan Yu again, with a brisk tone: "Don't worry about this, go to sleep, little ancestor, and leave me a seat."

It looks like the two still have something to talk about privately.

Tan Yu was curious about how they got rid of the magic blood seal, it was impossible to kill Jing Kefeng.

At night, he blew out the candles in the bedroom, slept on the bed, and gradually fell into a dream.

After a long time, the door creaked open.

Tan Yu also woke up. He sat up from the bed and looked at the person who was coming. He vaguely saw a shadowy figure in the darkness. The indigo robe was smudged by the night, and a swaying blue corner was illuminated by the moon.

Tan Yu said to him, "I thought you wouldn't come back tonight."

Suo Shuyue sat by the bed, smelled of wine, and said lazily, "How could I not come back." After saying that, he touched a night pearl from his Qiankun bag, and the surroundings of the bed were illuminated.

The young man sat with downcast eyes, and his eyes fell on the face of the sword spirit as if in substance.

Tan Yu obviously just woke up, with a pale face, dark eyelashes, and black hair scattered on his shoulders, he glanced at him indifferently and said, "It's time to sleep."

Suo Shuyue didn't say a word, she lowered her eyes and gently stroked his face.

His fingertips were cold, tinged with the chill outside the room, Tan Yu frowned and avoided when he was touched.

"Tonight, Hong Zijin said some weird things to me." Suo Shuyue put the sword at his waist on the table, took off his coat, and seemed to be chatting.

"Devil's blood mark?"

"It's a little bit worse than that."

"He's not going to test the secret realm?"

Tan Yu couldn't figure it out.

The young man in front of him was already on the couch, staring down at his face.

The sword spirit boy was sitting in a ball of soft quilt, looking at him, waiting for his answer.

Suo Shuyue leaned over a little closer, stroked the sword spirit's black hair, and continued to say: "I have known Hong Zijin for a long time, and he has never asked me for anything. Things, only this time, I refused."

After finishing speaking, Suo Shuyue paused.

The emotion in Jian Ling's eyes didn't fluctuate much, but after thinking for a while, he asked, "Does he want the evil sword?"

"A swordsman asked me for an evil sword." Suo Shuyue took a light breath and sighed again, "Besides, you are a human sword spirit now... I'm really curious what happened to you this day?"

"I know you didn't do anything, so that's why it's weird." Suo Shuyue put Ye Mingzhu aside, and lay lazily on the couch, "Is it because you are too evil?"

"Maybe they want to destroy me."

Tan Yu lay on his side and closed his eyes.

[Hong Zijin's plot has been triggered, a little faster than expected. 】

In this way, the plot of Suo Shuyue's backlash is not too far away.

As soon as he thought of this, the young man next to him suddenly approached him and asked, "He wants to destroy you, Tan Yu, are you planning to make Hong Zijin's sword?"

Tan Yu frowned: "I don't want to."

He is not willing to be anyone's sword.

Suo Shuyue propped her chin with her hand, looked down at him for a long time, and said: "He even said that it can be exchanged, for your evil sword, you know that the Hong family is extremely rich, he has various land stores and restaurants... It is clear that he was very wary of you before."

In the middle of the night, Tan Yu opened his eyes again, and said in a perfunctory tone, "How do you want me to answer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips were covered with a soft touch.

In the darkness, between the quilts, a kiss suddenly appeared.

He is like a river clam whose shell has been pried open, being rubbed by the tip of his tongue.

Tan Yu pushed him away and wiped the corner of his mouth.

He tasted very faint rum, and the man seemed drunk.

"I'm not drunk, oh, you know I really like you... I can't stand it, why does Hong Zijin want you too."

Under the moonlight, under the faint light, Suo Shuyue's complexion was normal, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, like a smile, and Tan Yu's dark eyes met each other.

After a long time, he stretched out another hand to stroke the sword spirit's hair soothingly, but was avoided.

There was darkness all around just now, and Tan Yu couldn't see what expression he was kissing him with.

Was it common for sword cultivators and sword spirits in ancient times to kiss each other?

He frowned: "Don't touch me."

The young man on the bed approached him again as if nothing had happened, and asked with interest in his eyes, "You don't like doing this kind of thing...or do you not like me?"

The sword spirit who was kissed by him just now had cold eyes under his brows, and his light-colored full lips were moist and soft.

"None of them."

Tan Yu coldly said.

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and the topic came to an abrupt end.

In the early morning of the next day, Tan Yu was sitting by the lotus pond. The gray mist lingered on the withered lotus leaves. He plucked a few times, and suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him. The voice was crisp and stiff, as if he was holding his throat .

He looked back and saw a black-feathered bird with its mouth opening and closing, shouting his name: "Tan Yu, Tan Yu."

A young man with a sword came slowly from further away. He wore a narrow-sleeved short jacket. He probably just came back after practicing sword. There are no lotus flowers, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

"You're still angry with me," Suo Shuyue whistled, and the starling flew over and landed firmly on his arm, "I don't know what you like, it can talk, do you want to raise it?"

Tan Yuyan said: "Where did you get it?"

Suo Shuyue stared at his indifferent appearance, and had some complicated and unclear thoughts.

Even if the sword spirit is cold, unkind, and may even devour the master, he is not willing to give this evil sword to his friends.

Hong Zijin asked him why, but he also wanted to ask.

Tan Yu took a closer look at this starling, it looked very clever, but it was hard to compare with his own yellow bird swing anyway.

"No," he added, "I don't like these birds."

"It's okay," Suo Shuyue became interested, put the starling into the cage, sat on the edge of the lotus pond, and said with bowed head, "What kind do you like?"

Tan Yu carefully described the appearance of the yellow bird with him.

Suo Shuyue touched her chin and said, "I'll see if I can find the same one."

"For giving it to me?" Tan Yu was puzzled.

Suo Shuyue stared at his face, unable to tell what he was thinking, so she asked, "What happened last night...are you still angry?"

"Yes."

After finishing speaking, Tan Yuli drew his sword out of its sheath, and a beam of sword light slashed towards the young man's neck, swift and sharp like a gust of wind.

Suo Shuyue's expression didn't change, she was only a little startled, she didn't dodge or dodge and stood there, letting the sword light strike.

The blade of the sword came to a sudden stop only an inch away from the neck. Tan Yu looked at his sword, paused for a moment, put it away dully, and said, "You won't fight me."

"Later, it's not suitable here."

Suo Shuyue raised her eyebrows, and casually wiped away the bloodstains on her neck that had been cut by the sword wind.

Tan Yu said this with a blank face, as if he was complaining.

The wickedness of the evil sword does not seem to lie in backlash.

As soon as the words fell, the sword spirit had already turned around and walked into the house.

And ignore people.

Suo Shuyue looked at his back, turned her head and asked the maid, "Has he been out today?"

"No." The maid replied.

Tan Yu played Go alone with the system until night.

As night fell, he went for a walk by the lotus pond again, meditating on his resolutions, no one was quiet, only birds chirping.

After a while, he heard footsteps behind him, turned his head, and saw a tall man standing at the other end of the railing, with a long knife pinned to his waist, fixed his eyes on him, and said to him: "There are no lotus in this season. "

"I know," Tan Yu said to him, "It's boring, just go shopping."

Hiroko Jin approached him, his steps were calm and steady.

The man stopped not far from him, looked down at him, "You want to go out to play, there are cruise ships nearby, you can take a stroll on the river and around, but not in other places."

Tan Yu felt that he was abnormal, and stared at him for a long time.

Hong Zijin has always regarded him as a sword, not a person, but now he invites him to go on a cruise.

"I'll go there later," Hong Zijin said to him, "I have other things to do now, so go back to the house first."

Tan Yu felt abnormal.

He followed the man back to the front hall.

After each sat down, the atmosphere returned to silence and treachery.

Tan Yu looked at him for a long time.

The blond man was wiping the sharp long knife with his head down.

A swordsman who was tired of evil weapons suddenly asked Suo Shuyue for an evil sword.

He asked Hong Zijin: "You want my evil sword, why?"

The man stopped wiping his hands and looked up at him.

Hong Zijin knew very well that this sword spirit was the backlash of evil.

Sometimes it is a sword, sometimes it is a beauty standing by the edge of a withered lotus pond at night, wandering like a ghost.

Or sitting in the vestibule, silently casting a glance at him, pale and grim, asking him in reverse if he wanted to be his pet.

There was half a table between the two of them, he didn't answer for a long time, Tan Yu got a little closer and asked, "Are you planning to destroy me, or use me?"

His fingertips lightly touched the tabletop, his thin white fingers mixed with powder contrasted strongly with the color of the pear blossom wood tabletop.

Hong Zijin thought distractedly, it could be seen that he was really bored and had nothing to do, if it was in the past, he probably wouldn't have talked so much with him.

"When Suo Shuyue comes back, your magic blood seal can be dealt with."

Hong Zijin answered the question.

Tan Yu was puzzled: "What method?"

The man didn't answer him, and the next moment, there were some noises from outside.He looked up, and Suo Shuyue suddenly entered the front hall, which was full of dust, followed by a stranger.

The stranger seemed to be about the same age as him, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with his head bowed, his hair tied up, and his eyebrows handsome. He raised his eyes and glanced at him quickly, as if a little scared.

The boy stepped forward and stood still in front of Tan Yu.

"Who is this?"

Tan Yu asked the two of them.

Suo Shuyue also stepped forward, glanced at the increasingly obvious red marks behind her ears, and said unhappily: "A half-devil... for you, let him cover the blood mark of the devil."

Tan Yu Wenyan looked at the boy who lowered his head.

The half-devil boy seemed to notice his gaze immediately, raised his head and said to him, "My name is Chi Zhen."

He looked thin, as if he was still in shock, timid, but he looked at Tan Yu very intently.

"I found it outside," Suo Shuyue put down the teacup and said, "Just ask him to stamp you with a new magic blood mark."

Tan Yu didn't understand: "How to get rid of the covered new magic blood mark?"

Suo Shuyue didn't answer: "Get a new magic blood seal first."

The half-devil boy also walked a few steps closer, looked down at him, stared at him with pitch-black eyes, and said in a soft and slow voice, "Master, let me try... Mr. Suo bought me just for the blood mark of the devil... Don't put it on me." I'll throw it back, please."

Tan Yu was also surprised by the other party's background: "You were bought back?"

"It was thrown out by others. Some people like to raise half-demons these days. His meridians are exhausted and have no other effect." Suo Shuyue raised her eyebrows and said, "Deal with the blood mark as soon as possible, the marks on your body are getting deeper and deeper. .”

Chi Zhen also lowered his eyes, stirred the corner of his clothes, and asked in a low voice: "It will be fine soon, and it won't hurt the master."

"Just cover it in place."

As Chi Zhen said, he bent down, brushed away his crow-like black hair, and slowly moved his gaze from Tan Yu's delicate eyebrows to his earlobes. He lowered his head slightly, and the tip of his tongue first touched the dangling blue agate earrings.

The heat and the feeling of being bitten made Tan Yu frowned slightly.

Suo Shuyue and Hong Zijin watched this scene.

The black-haired and blue-eyed sword spirit boy was being held in a chair by a half-demon at this time, and was bitten with a new devil's blood mark, in a subtle and ambiguous posture.

Chi Zhen licked the wound and his own blood, half-kneeled at Tan Yu's feet, looked up at him, stretched out his hand to touch his earlobe worriedly, and asked, "Did I hurt Master? Master's skin is very Thin……"

"fine."

Tan Yu pushed his hand away.

Chi Zhen opened his black eyes, giving people a gloomy and pitiful impression. He whispered, "Master, don't drive me away."

Suo Shuyue suddenly became irritable. If it wasn't for the demon's blood mark, he might have killed the half-demon with his sword.

Hong Zijin met Tan Yu's gaze, and also stared at him for a while.

The moment the demon's blood seal was completed, Hong Zijin restrained himself and said, "Take the half-devil down."

Tan Yu covered her ears, and noticed the faint look of annoyance floating between the man's brows.

Is he tired of the demon race, or impatient with the evil sword with the demon blood mark?

He looked at the half-demon Chi Zhen in front of him again, the young man blinked in a daze: "Is the master going to drive me away?"

Unless the demon clan dies, the demon blood seal will always be there.

Tan Yu is not sure what will happen if Chi Zhen leaves here.

"What do you plan to do?"

He turned to look at Suo Shuyue.

"I don't like other people's marks on my things." Suo Shuyue caught a glimpse of Tan Yu's hesitant expression, and scoffed, "Why didn't I know you were so kind."

Tan Yu had never encountered such a situation before. He was distracted thinking about how to place a half-demon slave boy. He didn't realize that the atmosphere in the room was subtle. Everyone in the room was looking at him with different expressions.

The one who broke the silence was Hong Zijin. He called the maid directly and said, "Send the half-demon to the outer courtyard."

Suo Shuyue's face was not very good-looking, and as soon as the half-demon was invited away, he sneered and said, "I won't put him by your side."

Tan Yu was inexplicable: "Are you going to be angry too?"

"Yeah, why, aren't you my sword?" Suo Shuyue sneered, "All the demons are annoying."

Got angry again.

Tan Yu looked at this hostile young man, and some similar scenes suddenly overlapped with this time.

What if Suo Shuyue is also some role consciousness in the past world.

Tan Yu thought about it for a while: "Do you not like demons?"

Suo Shuyue stared at him for a while, the sword spirit's question at this time extinguished his heart a little bit, he stepped forward, rubbed the marks behind Tan Yu's ears with his fingers a few times, his eyes sank slightly.

"I hate people around you who covet you," he said.

Tan Yu is also, as before, trying to appease a character teetering on the edge of annoyance and madness.

He held the hand that touched his earlobe, and said in a moderate tone, "Maybe it's not what you think."

Suo Shuyue was looking down at him.

The boy's slender and slender fingers were resting on his hand.

Suo Shuyue stared at these hands, she felt relieved a little, clicked her hands and squeezed them lightly, and asked: "Coax me, who is the master?"

Hong Zijin looked at the overlapping hands of the two, lowered his eyes and turned his fingers, turned his head to look at Tan Yu, and asked, "Do you want to go on a cruise?"