Reborn with the Tyrant [Cultivation]

He just lowered his head like that, looking into his eyes, looking anxious, there was a little anxiety and eagerness that Xue Huai couldn't understand.

It's as if... the person in front of him will slip away.

Xuehuai was momentarily at a loss for words.

In the eyes of everyone, this is indeed a marriage that has already been negotiated. Even if only the two of them know what is going on, but he has dragged on until now, and it is already very ugly.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is hanging on others.

He knew that the marriage certificate in his previous life was given to him. As for the phrase "protecting the law is incompetent", he can also understand that he was in the underworld at that time and believed it by mistake.His previous life was ruined by the word "partial listening", it seems that apart from the incomprehension of each other in the last period, there is nothing to complain about.

It is he who chooses to follow him.A whole life has passed, and once again, since I am not sorry, then both grievances and grievances will be eliminated.

He liked him, so many things have changed in this life, should he take this opportunity?

Go... have a try, and be with the person you liked in your previous life?

After thinking about it for a while, he still couldn't figure it out.He has never been an indecisive person, but he has hesitated repeatedly on this matter.

Yun made a move, and sat down on the bed that Xuehuai made for him a few days ago, then took off his outer robe, folded it carefully, and lay down in it, wrapped himself in the quilt, revealing a pair of quiet eyes to see him.

...and a little cute.

Xuehuai: "..."

Xuehuai said: "No. I haven't thought about it yet, give me some time to think about it."

Seeing that Yun made a mistake and wanted to speak again, he said angrily, "No objection is allowed. If you say a word now, I will think about it for another month."

Yun Cuo really stopped talking, he nodded, even breathing very lightly.Xuehuai felt a little proud of her little self-willedness, and when she was about to step over Yuncuo, the gluttonous ghost who was sullen with him saw him, in order to show that she was determined not to sleep with Xuehuai With a "swish" sound, it rushed off the bed and was about to run straight for the door.

This rush tripped Xuehuai directly, and he was about to fall. He quickly supported the cabinet on one side, but he didn't expect Yun Cuo, who was sleeping on the ground, to subconsciously get up and grab him. Holding his ankle with his hands, he pulled him back a few steps, fell backwards with a plop, and was immediately drawn into a warm embrace.

Yun Cuo had already sat up when he was afraid that he would fall.Xuehuai only felt that the back was very warm and firm - that was Yun Cuo's chest.

The sound of long breathing rang in the ears.

The place where Yun Cuo's hand held was burning hot - at first he thought it was because his hand was too hot, because Yun Cuo always had such a scorching temperature, but later he realized that his ankle was sprained.

He gasped in pain.

A white brilliance flashed from Yun Cuo's fingertips, and he gently pressed on his ankle, rubbing it slowly.

He kneaded very seriously, and he seemed to have no other distractions, but when his fingertips brushed the delicate skin and rubbed it with a blush, he always felt a little charming.

He heard Yun Cuo's heartbeat again, bang bang, bang bang.

After holding back for a long time, Xuehuai asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Yun Cuo asked puzzledly, "Huh?"

Xuehuai muttered in a low voice: "Did you teach Xiao Tao badly..."

The gluttonous ghost hid outside the house and listened to the corner of the wall, pawing at the door frame in boredom.The young man's clear voice also slowly lowered, and was finally interrupted.

It was Yun Cuo's deep voice: "I didn't mean to."

Xue Huai said awkwardly: "Oh." As he spoke, he was about to struggle to get up, and just as he left a little, he was dragged back again.

"……that's."

He heard Yun wrongly say.

At this moment, Yun Cuo suddenly moved, from a sitting position to a kneeling position, stretched out his hands, wrapped Xue's arms in his arms, and rested his chin on his shoulders.This was an extremely bold move, but he did it on purpose, on purpose, to test him and bully him, to provoke him when he was off guard.

This is his way of continuing his life, the only way he can lick honey with the tip of his tongue in this life.Xuehuai could kill him, even if he didn't do anything, just holding him like this would already make his heart beat violently, almost to explode.

He stammered and asked, "I want to hug you on purpose, will you be angry? If you're not angry, aren't you? It's very annoying?"

In a strange way, Xuehuai said, "It's okay."

When he realized what he said, Xuehuai also felt a little hot on his face.

But he doesn't intend to change his words, his temperament has always been like this, he will do whatever he wants, if he continues to be awkward, he will become hypocritical.

Yun Cuo froze and asked him: "What? I didn't hear clearly just now, Xuehuai."

Xuehuai was still calm: "I said it's okay, it's very comfortable for you to hug someone."

He raised his eyes and glanced back at him, with a little carelessness and playfulness in his eyes.Like a cat, because of its lazy nature, it is also greedy for warmth, so if you can give it a warm embrace, they are willing to nest on someone's lap, stretch their fur and let them pluck.

This is provocation, and it can be regarded as some kind of connivance.

Yun Cuo didn't even dare to move at this moment - even breathing and blinking seemed to scare the person in his arms away, the short peace he stole.

He didn't even dare to ask Xuehuai what this meant, whether he could take it seriously, or was it just a whim when he was stubborn.

He half-kneeled behind him like this, holding him in his arms in a completely possessive attitude, listening to each other's heartbeats quietly.In the evening, the west-slanting sun was sinking rapidly, bringing away the brightness of the room, and the room was successively dyed by dim yellow and orange.

The gluttonous ghost had already fallen asleep by the door.

Xuehuai said, "Okay, let me get up."

Yuncuo said: "Okay." But she didn't intend to move, so Xuehuai could only pull his arm off her waist with great effort and stuff it back into the quilt for him.

He looked at Yun wrong.Yun Cuo immediately realized something, and wrapped the quilt tightly without saying a word, which meant that he was going to sleep.

He is going to sleep, Xuehuai should not be so cruel, why don't you drive him away?

Xuehuai didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You fell asleep before the moon was up? Get up and eat. If you want to sleep, go back to sleep. I have to do my homework later. It's very noisy." He pulled Yuncuo's arm and put The man grabbed it, but Yun Cuo, like an octopus, wanted to throw himself on him again and hug him full.

Yun Cuo whispered: "Brother Xuehuai..."

Xuehuai was angry: "Your surname is Yun, please give me a little bit of moderation."

He was clearly not as tall as him, but he tiptoed solemnly to touch the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, pushed against him against the wall, bared his teeth and claws, and had a faint smile on his face.On the contrary, she was teasing him, not being slighted by him.

Such a close and calm attitude was something he had never obtained in his life. At that moment, ecstasy swept Yun Cuo's limbs and bones, making him at a loss, making him speechless in amazement, and the haze of the past was swept away.After a long time, he realized that Xuehuai was talking to him.

Even the fear and uneasiness that had haunted his heart during the day and made him tremble dissipated.

Xuehuai looked at him: "Hey, are you listening? I don't want to go to the canteen to eat, shall we let Qingniao buy food, or do you want to cook?"

Yun Cuo hurriedly said: "I'll cook. What do you want to eat, Xuehuai?"

Xuehuai thought for a while: "Do whatever you want. I'm not too picky, and I don't eat too much. You mainly make your own."

The warm pavilions of their monk students are fully equipped, and each student room has a small kitchen, but Xuehuai's side has never been touched.He, the young master of the Xue family, doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers, the only housework he knows is to tidy up his room, because he never allows anyone except Taotie to touch his things.

Of course, there are no ingredients, no pots and pans, and no seasoning.

Xuehuai said: "This is easy." He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yun Cuo, asking him to write down what he needed on the paper, then put it into the kit bag together with twenty golden melon seeds, and hung it on the On the gluttonous ghost's neck: "Little gluttonous boy, go to the merchant down the mountain to buy something."

The gluttonous ghost went out reluctantly and aggrieved.

Yuncuo looked at Xuehuai: "You have raised it well."

Xuehuai said: "That's natural. One day Xiao Tao will learn to cook, fight, carry people, watch the house and many other things. It is much more convenient than people. I will train him to be the best in the six worlds." It's just a gluttonous ghost."

Yun Cuo calmly began to recommend himself: "But you see, it may take a lot of time to teach it so many things? Before that, do you want to think about it..."

Xuehuai immediately interrupted him: "You fouled again. I haven't thought about what I said just now, so don't rush me. If you say another word on this topic, I will think about it for another month."

Yun Cuo did not speak again.

Xuehuai was very satisfied.

Together with Yun Cuo, he cleaned up the small kitchen that had never been touched, and then made room to write down two dates on the paper.

One is the day of their extreme trial a few days later.

The other is the day when Xue Zong had an accident in the previous life, around the time of their spring break.

Xuehuai drew a simple mark in the gap, scribbled Yun Cuo's name, and wrote the words "Guan Xin Fa".

He decided to think about this matter earlier, and for the first time in his life, he put "whether or not to fall in love with someone" on the agenda.

As for the mind-watching method and the trial a few days later, both he and Yun Cuo are very serious people. Although it is a small trial, it should not be difficult for them, but Xuehuai also decided to prepare well.

Not long after, the Gluttonous Ghost came back happily, apparently feeling much better after going out for a walk—it spit out several sealed large bags to Xue Huai, which contained what they wanted.

Xuehuai praised the gluttonous ghost and rewarded it for eating a few more stones, and then watched Yuncuo cook.

In the middle of seeing it, Yun Cuo grabbed him and started a fire: "Xuehuai, you must not be idle, come here and control the growth of these pieces of wood, don't let them burn so fast."

Xuehuai muttered: "So do you need to add firewood to repair the wood spirit root? Actually, I am better at water spirit root. I used to wash dishes." It passed obediently.

Yun Cuo was startled at first, as if he remembered something, and then a little smile appeared in his eyes: "Are you at home, do you still wash the dishes?"

Xuehuai said: "When I was young, I loved to play, and I loved to manipulate water on weekdays. At that time, I washed the dishes at home." He didn't say anything else. He was in the army in his previous life, and he also washed the dishes when he got busy.

Yun Cuo said nothing more.

He made four dishes and one soup, all of which were Xuehuai's favorites without exception: Xianjia three crisps, stewed chicken with ganoderma lucidum, hundred flower feet, flat peach rice and emerald Bianhua soup.All are light and refreshing dishes.

Holding the chopsticks, Xue Huai hesitated: "What would you do if you don't have what you like to eat?"

Yun wrongly said: "You don't need to worry about me."

Xuehuai watched him add a little to everything, and then found out a jar of something similar to mortal pickled side dishes, and mixed it with the rice.

Seeing that Xuehuai was looking at him, Yun Cuo was a little cautious, and repeated: "It's nothing, I have bad taste, so don't worry about me."

But Xuehuai took a fancy to the jar of pickles in his hand: "What is this? Can I have a taste?"

Yun Cuo became more nervous, he hurriedly put away the jar, he said: "There is nothing delicious, this is what people in the demon world eat, it tastes heavy, spicy and heavy oil, demons often eat it than wine, it can't be served on the table, you won't like it."

Xuehuai, however, refused to give up. She jumped over the table to grab it, took some chopsticks and put it in her mouth, chewed it a few times, and commented: "It's okay, it's just... huh, it's a bit spicy."

He is not very good at spicy food, so he felt pain on the tip of his tongue after taking such a bite, and he quickly burned up, took a mouthful of hot soup in a hurry, and suppressed it with fire, so that his tears came out, watery.

Yun Cuo said in a low voice, "Just say...it's not delicious."

He has never been used to eating things from the fairy world. In his previous life, he ate this kind of pickled fairy grass popular among vulgar people in the devil world, and he never let Xuehuai know about it. He was afraid that his little fairy would not like it.

His snow bosom is not stained by dust, so the dust around him is gray and cannot be seen by him.

Xuehuai waited for the spicy energy to pass, then wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said doubtfully: "I really think it's delicious? I think this meal should be quite good with wine, but it's a bit spicy. Next time, can you Can you get me some non-spicy ones, I'll eat them with noodles and crab cakes."

Yun Cuo was stunned: "You... really want it?"

Xuehuai stared at him for a while, and guessed what he was thinking, so she lazily leaned back in the chair: "I think some things in the fairy world may not be comparable to the demon world, and some people are also very bad, and they can't catch up with me. This little glutton. I know that during the war between immortals and demons in the past, many people looked down on the demon world, and now there are still people who have prejudice against the demon world. They are really stupid. Or... what do you think, what am I not eating fireworks? To tell you the truth, I'm actually very vulgar, and I have nothing to do with Yangchun Baixue."

The gluttonous ghost listened to it for a long time, and felt that Xuehuai's long speech was a long-lost praise—so he happily threw himself into his arms with a groan, and threw him directly on his back, desperately using the Tongue licking his face.

Then Xuehuai grabbed him and beat him up.

Yuncuo smiled and pulled away this person's favor, and then told Xuehuai softly: "Thank you, brother Xuehuai."

Knowing that he understood what she meant, Xuehuai didn't say any more.After finishing her meal quietly, she got up and was about to wash the dishes, but was held down by Yun Cuo, and he went to wash instead.

After tidying up, Xuehuai said politely: "It's getting late, I'll take you back."

Yun Cuo said, "Xuehuai, let's discuss the trial in a few days."

As he spoke, he did not know where to find a pen and paper, and sat down in front of Xuehuai's desk in a dignified manner, with an attitude of serious discussion.

Xuehuai said: "It's the same when we discuss it tomorrow."

Yun Cuo remained calm: "By the way, we can also discuss the way of improving the mind-watching method, brother Xuehuai, what do you think?"

Xuehuai: "..."

Three hours later.

Yuncuo talked with him for a long time, but still didn't talk about the method of observing the mind, Xuehuai was sleepy instead.

He just remembered that Yun Cuo was still drawing pictures for him—drawing the hundreds of formations and terrains that appeared randomly in their assessment site, and he dozed off after watching him, and fell asleep with his head propped on his hands.

Half asleep and half awake, he vaguely felt that Yun Cuo urged him to sleep on the bed, so he reluctantly and dazedly leaned on the bed, about to fall asleep.But then he woke up—

The bed fell heavily, and the warm body squeezed over and pressed against him.

Xuehuai asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

There was no abnormality in Yun Cuo's voice, and it came softly from behind him: "Tuck the quilt up for you, you can sleep peacefully."

After being vigilant for a while, Xuehuai realized that Yun Cuo was really making the bed, adding quilts, and tucking the corners of the quilt for herself, frantically back and forth.He felt a little embarrassed, and struggled to get up to do it himself, but was held down by Yun Cuo with one hand.

He lightly clasped his soft neck, and rubbed his ears lightly twice. The low "good" sound seemed to break through a ball of hot water vapor, swelled heavily, and opened up something difficult. The secret pleasure of words.

Whenever Xuehuai was about to fall asleep, he would show his true nature as if he had found an opportunity. His usual pitiful and docile appearance was torn apart, revealing his perverse, domineering, and aggressive inside.

He lay down carefully, and hugged Xue Huai and her quilt.At first it was very light, afraid of disturbing him, but when she saw that Xuehuai had fallen asleep, she slowly relaxed, lowered the weight, and actually surrounded him.

In the end, Xuehuai still woke up—he immediately found out what Yun Cuo was doing, and turned around to push him away: "Let's go, what are you doing, are you a dog? Go to sleep, I see Who are you……"

What he said in a half-dream and half-awake actually didn't have the slightest deterrent effect, but instead had some sleepy milky voice, which was soft.

Yun Cuo smiled, and took advantage of the situation to pull him a little tighter - Xuehuai turned his back to him before, but this time it was just right, Xuehuai turned around to face him on his own initiative, and it happened to be in his arms.

Unable to break free at once, Yuncuo scrambled along the pole, and directly hugged him into his arms, ignoring Xuehuai to scratch him, coaxing: "Sleep, sleep, brother Xuehuai."

Xuehuai was still talking, a lot of chattering, continuing to protest his behavior, covered by his quilt and arms, they couldn't hear clearly.Only Yun Cuo's own voice could be heard clearly: "Sleep, sleep, go to bed early, don't you have to go to Master's business tomorrow? Go to sleep, go to sleep, it's okay."

After coaxing her for a while, he finally saw that Xuehuai stopped struggling and fell asleep obediently.

He also carefully used exercises to suppress his heartbeat, and held the person in his arms motionless, spending the whole night like this.

The author has something to say: Xuehuai (suddenly being hugged): You with the surname Yun @#￥%...&*()

Yuncuo: (*￣︶￣) Be good, be good, it’s okay, Shun Shun Mao’s daughter-in-law