What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

The Demon Lord's words just now were not as gentle as his, his voice was soft, and his expression was not so serious. If the usual Demon Lord is like a snow mountain, the Demon Lord just now is like a cloud coiled on the mountain top.

When Shu Xingmi heard that he was called "the most beautiful mistake", he couldn't help but feel warm in his ears.

"You're not old now." Shu Xingmi answered casually.

The devil's heart skipped a beat, as if he stepped on an empty staircase, could it be that he couldn't help but say what was in his heart?

He heard?

The Demon Lord took a look at Shu Xingmi and was even more sure that he must have heard it...

Thinking of this, Mo Jun's cheeks gradually turned red, bursts of red.

The two walked out of the small room and walked into the bright and sunny sunshine.

Before approaching the shore of the lake, a golden light curled up, like thousands of slender golden satin, and the golden light fell to the ground, turning into a fairy in a golden red brocade shirt and a high-knot hairpin, with bright teeth and lips, glamorous.

"Elder Sister..." Shu Xingmi was startled, and hastily saluted. This is the eldest disciple of his master Yuhua Daoist, who usually sees the dragon but never sees the tail, but he never thought he would be here to guard Jingshuibao Lake.

"Fairy Liangjing." The Demon Lord called out and gave a slight salute.

Shu Xingmi felt strange, the Demon Lord is not a member of the heavenly court, but he knows the etiquette of the heavenly court, and the courtesy he gave to Fairy Liangjing was very regular.

Fairy Liangjing sized up the two of them for a few moments, her eyes turned thoughtful, and she said to the Demon Lord for a while, "You brought him after all."

Shu Xingmi found that the aura between the elder sister and the devil is a bit subtle. It is definitely not the first time that these two people meet, but rather like a reunion of acquaintances who have not seen each other for many years. There is a kindness in the alienation. Could it be that these two people have dated... ?Shu Xingmi wentssip a little.

"Well, I came here today just to ask for a glass of mirror water, and hope that the fairy will be fulfilled." The devil's eyes fell on the lake full of sunlight, which made his dark eyes also flow with golden light.

"Just take a sip of this mirror water, and the memories you want to remember the most will reappear in your dreams. However, not all memories are worth reminiscing, and some things are better forgotten." Fairy Liangjing spoke softly, but her tone With unquestionable power.

Shu Xingmi couldn't get in the way either in terms of seniority or morality, and his own cultivation was not even a fraction of theirs, so he could only silently listen beside them like a quail, nodding his head from time to time in agreement.

"Thank you Fairy for your advice." Demon Lord stretched out his hand, and a nine-flowered white jade cup appeared in his palm: "I have made up my mind."

Fairy Liang Jing lowered her eyelashes, thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "I hope you can see..."

But the conversation was hanging in the air, and there was no second half.

The devil's eyes showed doubts, Shu Xingmi was also confused and didn't understand, what is the elder sister talking about?What is she trying to say?

"It's nothing." Fairy Liangjing swallowed the second half of her words. She squeezed the formula with her slender hands, and a stream of crystal clear lake water flew out of the lake and fell into the cup. The Demon Lord handed the jade cup to Shu Xingmi, and Shu Xingmi Drank it down.

It was a little sweet, like nectar, and the taste was smoother than ordinary water, not like a liquid, but more like an animal, it slipped into his throat by itself.

Shu Xingmi and the demon king went back home, and they returned to the demon palace in the blink of an eye. The demon king ordered someone to boil a bowl of calming soup for Shu Xingmi, and take it before going to bed.

Finally at night, Shu Xingmi lay down on the bed after taking a bath, and the Demon Lord lay beside him, hanging a gold and silver hollowed-out pocket incense burner on the bedpost.

"It smells so good." Shu Xingmi lifted his nose and sniffed it. The fragrance was warm and pleasant. If there was nothing there, just one sip made his consciousness a bit chaotic.

"This is Mengxiang," Mo Jun pulled the quilt, "With this incense, I can enter your dreamland and watch your memories."

"You want to watch too?" Shu Xingmi blinked.

"kindness."

"It feels like being stripped naked."

"Don't talk, close your eyes, and breathe evenly." Mo Jun stretched out his hand to cover Shu Xingmi's eyes, Shu Xingmi blinked, his eyelashes brushed against Mo Jun's palm, a little itchy.

"I'm so nervous, I'm so nervous that I can't fall asleep... Uh." Shu Xingmi's lips were also covered by the devil, and the hot air from his nose sprayed onto his hands.

"It's even more difficult to sleep like this." Shu Xingmi whispered, his lips touched the palm of Mojun's hand, "Why don't you tell me a good night story."

"I don't think it's necessary. If you give me a hard time, you'll be honest." The devil withdrew his hand, rolled over and pressed on Shu Xingmi, his voice was very magnetic: "Every time you finish your work, you fall asleep on your back, how can you push?" None of them woke up."

Reflexively, Shu Xingmi's waist felt tight and his stomach felt hot. He raised his hand and thumped the man on his body: "You made me faint, okay?"

"..."

The two looked at each other for a moment, Shu Xingmi put his legs around Mojun's waist: "Hurry up."

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but once the beginning is started, it is unbelievably easy. After the demon king detoxified Shu Xingmi, the two realized that if they don't let it out in their bodies, it is a good choice to solve their physical problems with each other.

The appearance and figure are both satisfactory to each other, and the work is not bad, and I can gradually understand the hints of the other party. For example, Shu Xingmi is lying on the bed after taking a shower, with his legs slightly open and looking at the devil intently, it means that he I want it; for example, the Demon Lord suddenly wants to change the quilt and mattress, which means he wants it.

After some cloud and rain, the devil successfully "coaxed" Shu Xingmi to sleep, and he slept quite deeply, the hair on his forehead was still wet, the red tide on his face had not faded, and he was already in a dream.

Outside the hall, the moon rises to the sky, hazy and ethereal, and in a blink of an eye, it is clearly the moon from more than 2000 years ago.

There is only a thin line between the heaven and the devil, and there are completely different night skies on both sides.

There has been no conflict between the two worlds for nearly a thousand years, and the border is very peaceful.

On this day, it happened to be Zhaoyuetian's turn to patrol the border. He was wearing silver armor, holding a long knife, and his cloak was the same color as the moonlight.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, bringing Qingyue's Xun sound, General Zhao Yuetian looked up, it turned out that the person patrolling the Demon Realm today was a recruit, a young man with an indifferent face.

The young man held a small red xun, and played it a little carelessly, the sound was intermittent, and sometimes it seemed that even he himself had forgotten where he was blowing, so he had to start all over again.

The deserted snow field greedily absorbed the Xun Sheng, making the Xun Sheng even weaker.

The sound of the song is ruthless, and the listener is emotional, and the sound of the song is also contaminated with emotion.

Zhaoyuetian will come to the young man like a ray of wind, he has not crossed the border, he is still on the side of the heaven, he just wants to talk to this newcomer, he always likes to talk, and the soldiers of the demon world have mixed with him before. cooked.

"What tune are you playing?"

He smiled, and now he saw the young man's appearance clearly, much more beautiful than the previous soldiers, his eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as snowflakes, with silver vermilion lines printed on the ends of his eyebrows, which was the symbol of the demon clan, and his long black hair was tied up , hanging down to the waist, the waist is thin, wrapped in a light purple belt, eight boxes of silver needles are hung on the waist, and white jade is inlaid on the boots, and the white jade is warm with the moonlight.

It's so beautiful, beauties come out of the devil world, and the reputation is well-deserved.

When the young man heard someone talking, he looked at the man in front of him with those clear eyes. He blinked, but there was no emotion in his eyes, as desolate as this snow field.

"Blow it at will."

He replied, after saying these four words, he didn't speak anymore, he didn't blow the xun, and he didn't look at the man again, he just walked on the edge of the boundary, patrolling.

Zhao Yuetian will be attracted by the young man's look, such a night, such a moonlight, and such a snow field are very suitable for this young man.

They all have a pure temperament.

"Why don't you blow it?" Zhao Yuetian followed the young man's pace, and the young man's hair exuded a cool fragrance.

"Stop blowing." His tone could neither be said to be liked nor hated. It didn't look like he was talking to someone, but rather he was talking to himself, and he didn't answer the question.

"Lend me to blow it, please?"

The boy stopped, bent down and placed the Xun on the boundary line. Zhao Yuetian picked up the Xun and held it in his hand. It was a very cold piece with six holes on it, three on the left and three on the right.

Zhao Yuetian lowered his head and blew vigorously, and the red xun suddenly made a strange sound, not a melody, but the sound of some kind of cub sneezing.

This lively and funny sound woke up Xue Yuan.

"I've never blown this."

Zhao Yuetian raised his head in embarrassment, but found that the young man seemed to be smiling. Although it was as clear as a pear blossom, it seemed that he was indeed smiling.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Zhao Yuetian returned the Xun to the boy.

"You blow too hard."

The young man put the xun to his lips, breathed out slowly, and put his white fingers on the sound hole at regular intervals, and the pure and melodious sound of the xun flowed out.

Is he demonstrating it to me, or is he playing it himself?Zhaoyuetian will not be able to tell.

"You play really nicely." Zhao Yuetian admired from the bottom of his heart: "Your Xun sounds so nice, just like your person."

When he got excited, he said a sick sentence.

"Thank you."

This night, Zhao Yuetian will be very satisfied, he met a new friend, although the new friend is not very talkative, but fortunately he doesn't hate him.

Two strings of footprints were left on the snow, going back and forth, chatting wherever they went.

"My name is Zhaoyue, what about you? What's your name?"

"My name is Xun." The boy patted the Tao Xun hanging on his waist, "Because I always carry Xun, everyone calls me like that..."

Shu Xingmi looked at all this in the form of a soul, and to his surprise, the identities of himself and the demon king were exactly the opposite. It turns out that the demon king was once a general, and he was a member of the demon world.

Moreover, when I learned that I used to be called "Xun", I suddenly felt that the word "Chui Xun" was inexplicably a little bit sensual.