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

The boy blowing the xun accompanied Zhaoyuetian through the whole winter.

On the last day of winter, the day before the creeks and rivers melted, Zhaoyuetian would sit on the border between the heaven and the devil to enjoy the fire. flower.

In fact, neither of them is afraid of the cold, and there is no need to warm up.

But General Zhaoyue proposed: "Let's warm up by the fire."

"Why?" What is the meaning of two people who are not afraid of the cold warming up by the fire?The teenager didn't understand.

"say something."

"Aren't you talking now?" The boy tilted his head slightly, not understanding.

"The atmosphere is different."

"is it?"

"Try it."

Zhao Yuetian picked up a pile of sticks from the snow, then sent a fire to the bottom of the firewood, and sat casually beside the fire.

The young man was also sitting on the ground. He looked at the man in front of him quietly, and seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a little different, but he couldn't tell the difference clearly.

Mind matters are like a thick snow quilt, because teenagers have no heart, they are even slower and weaker in understanding emotions and emotions.

Zhao Yuetian will make a Xun with his bare hands, put it on his lips and play it softly, the melody is distant and elegant.

He has already learned to play the xun, which is the result of the boy's patient teaching. Zhaoyue is smart and learns extremely fast. Now he only needs to listen to the tune played by the boy once, and he can repeat it completely.

The boy closed his eyes, admiring the sound of the man's Xun.

Blue comes from blue and is better than blue, this is such a realm.

The tunes he plays are always better than his own, because there is more "love" in the music, there is emotion in the music, the music has a soul, and the music has a heart.

The young man was intoxicated by the excellent Xun sound, but the sound of the Xun stopped abruptly. The young man woke up like a dream, and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to be stained with emotions, which were unclear, a bit like "nostalgia" .

"You are so courageous," General Zhaoyue said with serious eyes, "If you close your eyes so defenselessly in front of me, aren't you afraid of my sneak attack?"

After all, it is a fairy and a demon, and it is also a natural enemy.

"Don't be afraid," the young man fiddled with the fire with a small stick, listening to the reassuring soft beeping sound: "You can't beat me."

"The tone is really not small." Zhao Yuetian put the Xun in his arms, and looked at the young man with his chin: "How long have you been good at it? Such a boast."

"One thousand and four hundred years. How about you?" The young man raised his eyes and looked at Zhaoyue, Zhaoyue couldn't help being a little shy with his staring gaze.

This may have nothing to do with "love". Anyone who is stared at by a beauty will feel more or less shy.

"Ten times as much as you are." Zhao Yuetian stood up, his silver armor glistened by the fire, like waves of gold and silver: "Would you like to compete some other day?"

He wanted to find out the details of this little devil, try his depth.

Because people in the demon world have no heart, they practice extremely fast, and almost never encounter bottlenecks. A demon with 500 years of practice can overwhelm three gods with thousands of years of practice.

The population of the Demon Realm is the smallest among the six realms, but its strength is not inferior to that of the Heaven Realm, which is why Heaven has always feared the Demon Realm.

"Okay, I won't defend the border in spring, and I can rest until autumn." The boy said.

"Well, I will take the first spring breeze to find you."

"..."

The young man stared blankly at the ball of flames on the ground. For some reason, when he heard this sentence, his face seemed to be a little hot, and his chest desperately wanted to feel something, but it was just empty, so empty that it was uncomfortable.

Is he writing poetry?

That's great, poetry is a very luxurious thing, only those who have the heart can do it.

The young man lowered his head slightly, his eyes were pitiful, eager, like a cat that couldn't get water: "I really envy you."

"Ah?" Zhaoyue was stunned: "Why do you envy me?"

"I envy you for having a heart. That's something I don't have. The heaven should be a very warm place, not as cold as the devil."

"Not really." Zhaoyue sighed softly: "The human heart is extremely complicated, and love, hatred, selfishness, and sin are all born from the heart... I think it is very tiring to have a heart in my chest, and I still envy you demons." As for the clan, you have nothing to worry about, you are free. In fact, the heavens are like two levels of ice and fire. Hot, can be hot enough to melt you, cold, can freeze your bone marrow, and the devil world is like an ice field. Also peaceful."

Zhaoyue just likes the quiet and simple temperament of this little devil, like a piece of uncut jade.

There are very few such people in the Heavenly Court, and most of them are pure and clean on the surface, but their hearts are either soft or full of knots, or deep in the city.

Zhaoyue thinks that she is also a duplicity person, not as pure as this little devil.

The boy also sighed softly, although he heard Zhaoyue say that, he still wanted a heart.

Even if it is ups and downs, it is better than the current numbness and emptiness.

"If I have the heart, I can know how I feel about you." The young man felt a little regretful.

The ice melted and the snow melted, and it was early spring in a blink of an eye, and the first ray of spring breeze blew through the young man's hair with a slight chill.

The boy stood in the bamboo forest in the south of the Demon Realm, looking around.

What about him?

Didn't he say "ride the first ray of spring breeze" to find me?

Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder, and the boy turned his head abruptly. Zhaoyue stood behind him with a smile, his armor had been removed, and he was wearing a snow-white long gown, looking extraordinarily coquettish.

He came to the Demon Realm to meet him on the pretext of practicing in seclusion.

Zhaoyue saw that the young man was holding more than [-] bamboo leaves in his hand, these were used to replace the silver needles, he could not use the silver needles to compete with him, for fear of hurting him.

Zhaoyue pulled out the wooden knife: "Come on."

In the green and green bamboo shadows, the two figures fought instantly, their clothes fluttering like lightning, they left each other with three points of leeway, neither of them was ruthless, on the contrary, it didn't look like they were discussing each other, it seemed like they were playing noisy.

This little devil is formidable, although Zhaoyue's Taoism is ten times that of his, but his mana and skill are on par, evenly divided.

It would be really embarrassing to lose this fight.

After all, Xun has no heart, and doesn't care about "face" when exchanging lessons, just concentrate and go all out.

Zhaoyue is different, she cares about too many things, instead she thinks too much, and she gradually loses the upper hand.

Damn, if this continues, I'm really going to lose!As long as the leaves get on your body, you lose, what should you do?

Zhaoyue didn't have time to think about it, so she resorted to a slapstick trick - finding the right time, she strode close to her body, hugged the boy and kissed him.

The young man was dumbfounded, he didn't throw out the bamboo leaves in his hands, he just held them between his fingers.

The green bamboo swayed lightly, and the fine leaves piled up, and the two figures were superimposed on one place.

Zhaoyue's knife had already touched the boy's back, he smiled and said, "You lost."

"No, I don't have a heart. Even if a knife is pierced through my chest, I won't die."

Zhaoyue looked at the young man for a while, then nodded as if she understood something: "I lost."

From the moment he kissed her, he had already lost a complete mess.

The young man touched his lips, he didn't blush, but Shu Xingmi who was watching all this blushed for him, turned his head and cursed at the devil: "Old rascal, that's how I tricked you back then!"

The Demon Lord turned his head to one side, pretending not to hear.

"I want it too." Shu Xingmi stood in front of the Demon Lord and grabbed his collar domineeringly.

"what would you like?"

"You know what I want."

What is it that turns an innocent boy into an old driver who wants to open his mouth.

The devil thought that it was in a dream anyway, so it's okay to be presumptuous, and lowered his head to kiss Shu Xingmi.

Xun took Zhaoyue back to the valley where he practiced in the Demon Realm.

The valley is not beautiful, but strange rocks, and there are many cinnabar deposits in the crevices of the rocks under the stream.

On the day of the competition, the boy found a gleaming grass seed in the bamboo forest, so he planted it in a small white jar and watered it.

"It grows so fast..." Zhaoyue saw the grass break through the ground, and it jumped up to knee height in an instant.

The young man was carrying the jade pot to water again, when he suddenly heard a childish voice from the pot: "You are full, don't water it~"

"...It's become fine." Zhaoyue held the jar and looked at this strange weed, and fiddled with the slender green grass leaves, and laughed "giggle" in the jar, and said, "It's so itchy, Daddy... ..."

Shu Xingmi thought, this grass is probably Prince Qianqian, Qian means lush vegetation.

"He became refined too quickly." The young man put the jade pot back to its original place, squatted down and looked at the grass: "It usually takes a long time for plants to become refined, and it takes a coincidence to cultivate nine orifices. "

"There may already be nine orifices inside the grass seed, so he succeeded all at once."

"It makes sense." The young man also followed Zhaoyue's example, teasing the blade of grass with his fingers, and the blade of grass began to twist left and right, "Ah~ Daddy's hands are so cold!"

The boy withdrew his hand when he heard the words, Zhaoyue took the boy's hand and held it in her palm.

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere changed subtly and became warm.

The grass in the jar bent two blades of grass, as if covering its eyes: "Shame! What are Daddy and Daddy doing?"

Zhaoyue smiled lightly, reaching out to caress the blades of grass at the top, like stroking the forehead of a young child.

Shu Xingmi turned his head to look at Mo Jun, showing a "you understand" expression.

The devil knew what he wanted, so he took Shu Xingmi's hand and held it in his palm.

The devil's palm was cold, and he could no longer warm Shu Xingmi's hand.

Thinking of this, Shu Xingmi felt a little melancholy in his heart.