Dragon King relies on green tea

If it wasn't for every birthday, Ming Yu would put a bag of sugar and longevity noodles for Jian Xu in his former fairy mansion, Zi Sang Yanshu probably wouldn't remember when his birthday was.

The word "birthday" still stuck in his memory a long, long time ago.

But he has forgotten what his birthday was like at that time, but there seems to be no big difference between having and not having a birthday now.

Zi Sang Yanshu smiled, followed Ye Junche's movements, put the obstructive hand stove into his cloak, and said slowly: "There are so many troubles, a bowl of noodles is enough."

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure swaying not far from the door. Zi Sang Yanshu stretched out his hand and gently pushed Ye Junche in front of him, saying, "Shenlong will not be hungry, but he will be greedy. Why don't you go?"

Ye Junche saw Zisang Yanshu's small movements, and he followed Zisang Yanshu's gaze, but saw nothing.

There was doubt in his heart, but Ye Junche didn't know what Zisang Yanshu could see or hear in his eyes or ears at this moment.

When leaving, Ye Junche kept an eye out and left a mark on Zisang Yanshu's waist pendant. If there was anything wrong, he could come quickly.

After Ye Junche went out, Zi Sang Yanshu gathered the cloak on his body, and the cloak covering the stove was full of warmth. Even though it seemed that the stove was in the way at first, now he has the intention of being greedy for warmth .

It's just that the room is very stuffy. Zi Sang Yanshu pushed open the window and door, and felt a fresh breeze coming in, even the wind in the frontier was hot.

This is the camp for training soldiers, even where Ye Xingyue lives, there is not much to see in the yard.

These days, probably in order to make him live more comfortably, Ye Xingyue specially asked someone to get a fake landscape pavilion, as well as a lot of flowers and plants, to decorate the bare yard well.

Even if it is not as beautiful as the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan with beautiful mountains and rivers, it is much more beautiful than the bare courtyard like the original yellow sand desert.

It is rare to see some refreshing scenery, but it is disturbed by a group of black shadows, and there are noisy voices in the ear, which cannot be calmed down no matter what.

Zisang Yanshu simply walked out of the room and made a rain trick. The sky changed suddenly. The sky was clear a moment ago, but now it is still raining.

He sat down leaning against the slender railing, leaning his back against the thick pillar, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of rain hitting the eaves.

However, the demonic energy in his body was still restless, and he kept trying to break free from his restraints. The more he struggled, the louder the wailing in Zisang Yanshu's ears, and the more frost on his hands.

Probably because he was annoyed by the quarrel, Zisang Yanshu said lightly: "We are old friends, this time I will never let you get away with it."

This time, the demonic energy has already felt that Zisang Yanshu's will is firm. He has given up so much effort, but he can no longer disturb Zisang Yanshu's will, which also makes him very distressed.

Even so, the demonic energy was still unwilling, and bewitched again: "You and I are one, your true energy can suppress me for a while, but how long can you last? If this continues, how much energy will you consume? Are you not afraid of death?"

Zi Sang Yanshu sneered, and said in a low voice, "When has I been greedy for life and afraid of death? Why should I be afraid of death? If I die, you will disappear completely. So it's not a loss."

"You are dead, what about the young master Ye you miss, and the god Jian Xu? The heavenly king in the past couldn't tolerate him, so can the current god tolerate him?" The voice was still bewitching, trying to find out Tap through his defenses.

However, Zi Sang Yanshu was unmoved, and still said calmly: "So now I can't die, and I won't die. This exhaustion is enough to last until that day."

"There is a faster way, as long as..."

Knowing what the voice was trying to induce him to do, Zisang Yanshu immediately interrupted: "It's really fast, if they are all killed, then there will be no more hidden dangers."

"It's a pity..." Zi Sang Yanshu suddenly sneered, "You made a wrong calculation. Brother Jian Xu didn't like to kill, and now Ah Che doesn't like to kill, so you still underestimated him. world."

That person, no matter now or in the past, was born for this world, he is the god of the common people.

He is also a god respected by Zi Sang Yanshu.

So how could he have the heart to destroy the world he supported with his life.

No matter what the devilish energy said, Zisang Yanshu would only use his true energy to suppress it and strengthen the restraint in his body.

With the anger of the devil, more and more black shadows appeared in front of Zisang Yanshu's eyes.

It seemed as if countless resentful spirits were crawling towards him, stretching out hands as dry as dead wood, grabbing his sleeves, and crying to him: "You are a god, why don't you save us!"

"We don't want to die!"

"Since you won't save us, come and accompany us! Stay here, stay here!"

The voices beside my ears became more and more noisy, and there were more and more black shadows in front of my eyes.

Zisang Yanshu simply closed his eyes, leaned back, and sat on the railing like this, listening carefully to the sound of falling rain that became less and less obvious.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was more and more rain. At the beginning, it was pattering, and then large drops of rain fell on the eaves, and the sound of ticking and ticking passed by my ears.

Zi Sang Yanshu didn't deliberately use spells to control the water, the rain soaked his thick cloak, and the stove in his arms was no longer warm because of the frost on his body, and it really turned into a superfluous iron bump.

Under the sound of the rustling rain, Zi Sang Yanshu still fell into a light sleep, half asleep and half awake, even though he felt uncomfortable from the iron bumps, he didn't bother to move again.

Because of Ye Junche's order, the servants in the courtyard would not approach Zisang Yanshu's resting room easily, so even if a servant saw him resting here from a distance, or saw that the rain had soaked his cloak, he would not dare to approach, Just watching from a distance, whispering about their incomprehensible actions.

There were noisy voices beside his ears, but Zisang Yanshu could still hear those voices clearly, but he was too lazy at the moment and didn't want to move.

Anyway, the voices of those resentful spirits are already disturbing enough, not less than a little bit of discussion.

While making a bowl of noodles, Ye Junche came back to take a look, only to see a group of servants around the courtyard, talking in a low voice while looking at the corridor from afar.

Zi Sang Yanshu's perception is sensitive, even if the distance is quite far, Ye Junche knows that he must be able to hear it, so he reached out and patted one of them on the shoulder, without making a sound, only gave them a wink to keep them away .

Talking about the master's house is a taboo. If you are found in an ordinary house, you will be punished or kicked out of the house, let alone in the Hou's house with strict military discipline.

After being discovered by Ye Junche, those servants turned pale, already feeling that the god of death was waving towards them.

Fortunately, at this moment, Ye Junche was spraying a bowl of freshly baked longevity noodles in his hands. He was afraid that the noodles would be cold after finishing, so he didn't care about it, but just winked and told them to stay away.

After Ye Junche put the longevity noodles in the house, she walked to the corridor with light footsteps.

No matter how softly his footsteps were played, Zisang Yanshu could still hear the swaying of his clothes between each step.

When Ye Junche was about to use the white dragon umbrella to block the raindrops from the falling eaves, Zisang Yanshu lazily said: "Ache, I like the feeling of raindrops falling on my body, I like water."

The Dragons originally lived in the sea, and Zisang Yanshu had been away from the South China Sea for too long, and his body was weak at this time, and he preferred places with water.

Ye Junche squatted down and carefully looked at his pale and tired complexion, even with his eyes closed, his brows were still frowning.

Just as Ye Junche was about to reach out and rub his frowning brows away, Zisang Yanshu grabbed his hand. The cold touch made his heart tighten, and he immediately covered those cold hands in his arms, saying with distress : "It's still so cold, is there really no way to remove the magic energy?"

"Of course there is." Zi Sang Yanshu didn't even open his eyes, and replied lazily, "Of course there is a way. Brother Jian Xu suppressed it once ten thousand years ago, and I suppressed it once thousands of years ago. This time, it's the same." Well, trust me, it won't be coming out anytime soon."

For some reason, when Zisang Yanshu said this, Ye Junche always felt very uneasy, and fell into a moment of silence.

There was no response for a long time, probably because he was worried about what Ye Junche might see, Zi Sang Yanshu opened his eyes slightly, and saw Ye Junche frowning, looking at him worriedly.

"Yanshu, promise me, don't do anything dangerous." Tightening the strength in his hand, Zisang Yanshu clearly felt Ye Junche's worry at this moment.

Zi Sang Yanshu pulled his hand out of Ye Junche's arms, and gently tapped Ye Junche's frowning brows until he felt his relief, and then said slowly: "Your frown is not at all frowning. Looks good, when you think about it carefully, it seems that since you met me, every day has been unsatisfactory, should I not show up when I was in Liuyu Mountain?"

Hearing what Zisang Yanshu said, Ye Junche immediately grabbed his hand back, put it in his arms, and said like a fool: "It's too late, you have already appeared, and you have taken root in my heart. Now I want to It's too late to regret."

"Oh——" Zisang Yanshu raised his voice, raised his eyebrows and said, "I haven't seen any progress in other skills, but the skills of cheating are really good. The old guys on Lingming Mountain can't teach you these things, and they didn't in their previous lives. Seeing that you are so promising, how can you tell me, young master, where did you learn this?"

This time, Ye Junche acted even more recklessly, and also sat on the edge of the railing. With a stretch of his long arm, he took Zisang Yanshu into his arms, let him lean on his shoulders, and imitated the rascal in the market. He said in a ruffian tone: "Yanshu has known me for several lifetimes, but he didn't realize that I always like to cheat, and I like cheating on Yanshu the most. I can learn by myself without a teacher."

Ye Junche also sat on the edge of the railing, it was at the corner of the eaves, the rain was dripping continuously, it was comfortable to fall on him, but Zi Sang Yanshu didn't want the rain to wet Ye Junche's clothes.

The smell of longevity noodles was already wafting out of the house, Zisang Yanshu excused himself and said, "I made the noodles and put them in, isn't it for me?"