Dragon King relies on green tea

Bloodthirsty people will only become more and more crazy when they encounter blood, but Zi Sang Yanshu was fed his own blood by Ye Junche, and his consciousness gradually became clearer, and he gradually calmed down a lot.

Seeing that the person in his arms became much quieter, Ye Junche picked him up horizontally, put him on the soft couch in the room, and wrapped him up with a quilt.

Ye Junche lit several pots of charcoal fire in the room, and the whole room was warmed up, but it couldn't warm Zisang Yanshu, whose body was constantly covered with frost.

Naturally, charcoal fire is useless, so Ye Junche simply held him in his arms, and used his spiritual power to slowly melt away the frost and warm his body.

The sun was gradually setting outside, and the room was dark, only a few pots of charcoal fire and the moonlight outside, Zi Sang Yanshu was close to Ye Junche, and he could clearly feel the temperature on his body, very warm.

"Ache, my blood is cold, and it's useless for the dragon clan to do so coldly, and your body is already weak and you will get sick." Zi Sang Yanshu whispered, his voice was too low, and there was a feeling that he would feel sick at any time. The feeling of falling asleep.

In a dark room, Ye Junche couldn't see Zi Sang Yanshu's appearance, he moved Sang Yanshu slightly, and said, "Yanshu, don't fall asleep, it will only make you colder if you sleep. .”

"Yeah." Zisang Yanshu replied, "It's so cold, how can I sleep? Do you still remember "Thousand Characters"? Can you read it to me?"

"The heavens and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric. The sun and the moon are full, and the celestial constellations..."

Ye Junche read "Thousand-Character Essay", for some reason he had a special feeling for the Thousand-Character Essay, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

Every time a word in "Thousand Characters" is read, Ye Junche's hazy dreams become clearer.

The picture in the dream gradually sketched out traces in his mind. He saw every word written by the boy on the paper in a crooked manner, and also saw the boy's reluctance and impatient expression, but he always He quietly glanced at the person behind him.

The boy in his mind has a shape, every move, every frown and smile are vivid and real.

The appearance is similar, but the expression and personality are quite different from the person in his arms at the moment.

After reading it once, he asked Zisang Yanshu: "Is "Thousand-Character Essay" the first article that God Jian Xu taught you?"

Zisang Yanshu replied: "Yes, he held my hand and wrote the whole "Thousand Characters". In fact, I remembered it all after writing it once, but I lied to him that I still couldn't write, so he will teach me over and over again."

Sure enough, in that hazy dream, the naughty boy who didn't practice calligraphy well was the former Zi Sang Yanshu.

The icy cold liquid dripped from his chest, and he didn't need to reach out to touch Ye Junche to know that it was Zisang Yanshu's tears. That person must be very important to Zisang Yanshu. Bit by bit.

The more this kind of time, the more fragile she will be. Ye Junche didn't want to touch the memories that made Zisang Yanshu sad, so he tried to divert the topic: "When Liu Yushan met Yanshu for the first time, at that time You said you thought we were destined, but I actually thought so too."

"I often have a dream. In the dream, there is the scent of Shaoqin, and there is a young man playing chess with me. That scene is very similar to when we played chess. Is this the predestined relationship you said in Yanshu?"

After finishing speaking, Ye Junche teased Sang Yanshu with self-mockery: "Yanshu's chess skills are so superb, I'm afraid I might not be able to win with three pieces, but Yanshu always let me win one piece every time."

At this time, Zi Sang Yanshu said in a low voice: "No, you used to always beat me, but you don't remember it. You taught me for a long time before I learned how to play chess with you. I always lose. Am I not very good?" Stupid?"

"Yanshu?" Ye Junche shook his son Sang Yanshu, worried that his consciousness would be blurred, but when he lowered his head, he could see through the moonlight that his light blue eyes were indeed not clear, "Wake up Yanshu, can't you?" sleep!"

Zisang Yanshu leaned against Ye Junche, and the warm feeling made him reluctant to leave: "Brother, I'm awake..."

Seeing the dazed look, his consciousness was blurred, but the body of Zhongxia Yezi Sang Yanshu was bitingly cold, and the body of Ye Junche, who was holding him tightly, also gradually became colder.

The charcoal fire in the charcoal basin gradually disappeared, but Zisang Yanshu's body became colder and colder, and the spiritual power in his body was gradually overdrawn. Under such circumstances, Ye Junche could only hug Zisang Yanshu tighter, hoping It can make Zisang Yanshu warmer.

In the extremely cold situation, waves of warm power surged out of Ye Junche's body, and the heat was transmitted to Zisang Yanshu little by little, making his body not so cold.

A warm feeling surged up, Zisang Yanshu woke up a little bit, raised his head to look at Ye Junche, he couldn't see clearly in the dark night, he called out: "Is that brother?"

Ye Junche didn't know how that power came from, nor what Zisang Yanshu was talking about, but as long as it made Zisang Yanshu feel better, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Brother..." Zisang Yanshu called out again, murmuring hazily to himself, "Brother, I have managed to protect myself with my own strength. Now I am very strong, but brother, I am no longer the little Yanshu I used to be. , I became the big devil they all hate..."

Not knowing whether Zisang Yanshu was awake or unconscious, Ye Junche only hugged Zisang Yanshu tighter to make him warmer.

Even knowing that Zisang Yanshu's consciousness is blurred now, Ye Junche still wanted to tease him: "Who am I, Yanshu, do you still know?"

At this time, Zi Sang Yanshu suddenly stretched out his hand to touch Ye Junche's face, and his cold hands touched his own face. Ye Junche just let him touch his face wantonly. Sang Yanshu stuffed his hands back into the mattress to wrap them up: "Stop making trouble, are you feeling better?"

After a while, Zi Sang Yanshu answered him slowly: "You are really more difficult than before."

Seeing that his tone was clearer, Ye Junche asked again: "Before? Is the book talking about me, or your elder brother Jian Xu?"

Zi Sang Yanshu said slowly: "The former you, Jian Xu Shenjun and Mr. Qiuye are actually your past lives. Didn't you ask me why I was willing to give you the keel from the beginning? Because we knew each other a long time ago, In the previous life, we were friends and confidants, and here is your residence in the previous life."

Even if he forgets everything from the past, Ye Junche will still remember the scene of playing chess with him in his dream, and every bit of teaching him how to practice calligraphy. The friendship from the previous life will not be forgotten in this life.

It turns out that the Lord Jian Xu and Mr. Akiba that he has always cared about are his past lives...

The so-called love at first sight is neither a first meeting nor a reunion. In fact, they have never been separated. From the previous life to the present, Zi Sang Yanshu has always been by his side.