Reborn with the Tyrant [Cultivation]

It was only when Xuehuai and Yun Cuo went to the market outside Murong Villa this time that she remembered that Yun Cuo's birthday had already passed.

He was only two months younger than him, and it happened to be the time when he left Shenhuatai and came to Murong Mountain Gate to practice alone.At that time, Yuncuo hadn't been found yet.

This is also the first time since Xuehuai met Yun Cuo that he forgot his birthday—the first time from his previous life to this life.

Yun Cuo himself didn't mention it, but Xue Huai always thought about it.

When they came down the mountain, they first saw a fairy house celebrating birthdays—everyone in the fairy world has a long lifespan, and the customs are no different from those in the mortal world.Ordinary people worship Magu and invite Magu's statue, because this fairy has seen the East China Sea turn into mulberry fields three times, can refer to rice as pearls, and is a fairy with the longest life span in the fairy world.Immortals will go directly to Magu's garden to pick a leaf, burn it and drink it with the milk of the nine-color deer.

Xuehuai is seventeen this year, less than a hundred years old, still as young as a young grass, but their family dotes on him, loves him, and even wants to call him the title of young master, so year after year When I came here, I always held a grand birthday party for him without stopping.

This year, he himself asked to keep things simple, and the gift was forfeited.Xue Zong took a flute for him, as for Liu Shi and Xue He, he had forgotten what gift they prepared for him, in short, it was something that was immediately fed to Taotie.

Only Yuncuo gave him a drawer of steamed buns and a sachet.

Xuehuai knowingly asked: "Is your birthday already passed?"

Yun Cuo was startled: "Yes."

It is his first birthday after rebirth.Xuehuai was not by his side.

But he has no awareness that Xuehuai is not around him, he doesn't remember his birthday at all, and always feels that these things are vain and meaningless.In his previous life, birthday was a diplomatic tool for him, Xuehuai always whispered in his ears to persuade him to hold a birthday banquet, receive congratulations from all over the world, and establish a good relationship with everyone.

He had no expectations for this day, because Xuehuai was always very busy, so he had no time to sit down and say hello to him.He also gave him things, but he often added things for him on weekdays, so it was not special.Xuehuai treats everyone like this, thoughtful, meticulous, and exquisite, but no one is special.

And before he knew Xuehuai, when he was younger, whenever he was born, his demon mother would cook two or three lovebird eggs for him, and peeled the shells for him to eat.

He looked at Xuehuai's hand holding his sleeve, swallowed, and asked softly, "Are you going to celebrate my birthday?"

Xuehuai was a little unnatural: "Just, I'll buy you something casually, and treat it as a belated gift, okay?"

Yun wrongly smiled, said "um", and looked away.

Both of them are awkward, obviously in the previous life they should be 25 or [-] years old, but at this moment, they both seem to have really returned to when they were [-] or [-] years old, with the youthful recklessness unique to teenagers.

Yuncuo's eyes kept on Xuehuai's hand.Hooking his sleeves, walked a little ahead of him.From him, you can see Xuehuai's fair neck under her black hair, and her hands are also white--Xuehuai happened to be wearing a dark green, almost black dress today, so her complexion looked white.

There are many beautiful people in the fairy family. In his previous life, Yun Cuo had seen a white fox boy from the nine-tailed fox clan. He had red lips and white teeth.Other people's hands are also white and beautiful. He thinks they are artificial or too feminine, not like a man, but it just so happens... only this white spot on Xuehuai's body can pinch his heart, pinch him to death, and his eyes are full of tears. It's that soft skin.

If it is a kiss, the tip of the tongue can taste it, it must be soft and sweet, he has tasted it before, it is like a knife edge licking honey.If only I could take a bite...

Yun Cuo didn't dare to think about it.

The person he likes hooks his robe.

They never held hands seriously. When they were most intimate in the previous life, they could sleep in the same bed and wear each other's clothes, but recently they are still hooking shoulders and shoulders, keeping the distance between partners and monarchs.

His hand moved, wanting to turn over to hook the warm fingertips, moved several times, and finally let it go.

Xuehuai directly dragged him to a tailor's shop at the foot of the mountain——Murong Villa has a radius of thousands of miles and is inaccessible. There is only one school, and the most lively place is only the area at the foot of the mountain.The merchant immortals are here to earn money from their immortal students, and the prices are higher than those outside.

Xuehuai, however, is a person who is used to spending money lavishly, and doesn't care about the price, so she picks out the wrong style for Yun first, and then takes him to see the satin.

Yun mistakenly saw the colors he picked, except for red, green, black and white, he couldn't tell the rest, they were all the same gray in his eyes.But he generally knows which gray scale corresponds to which color—for example, yellow and blue, in his eyes, are greenish gray and reddish gray, and he has heard the real names of these colors since he was a child .

The only time in his life that he saw thousands of colors with his own eyes was the time when Xuehuai covered his whole body with a healing technique—for a very small period of time, he glimpsed a normal world, but it stopped abruptly.

That kind of shock and shock is something he will never forget in his life.

He stood quietly on the spot, watched Xuehuai choose the satin for him with a smile, and asked him one by one if they looked good.

"What color is this?" Xuehuai gave him a small piece of cloth, and said, "Magpie bridge brocade is a very precious material in the heavens, and there are only a few pieces of brocade sewed by Yinhe, the weaver girl. It's very beautiful. It’s not fancy and very grand, Emperor Fuli’s court clothes are made of this. If you attend any more serious occasions in the future, you can wear this.”

Yun Cuo nodded and said yes, Xuehuai handed the brocade to the waiter behind him, and asked him to write it down.

Then, Xuehuai took several bolts of satin and dangled them in front of his eyes, asking him to choose the one he likes.Xuehuai tilted her head and asked him: "Do you like this blue one, or this dark maple one? The former is more stable, while the latter is more casual and lively, and can also be cut into nightgowns."

Yun Cuo stared at the two horses, which were both gray in his eyes, and chose one at random: "Just this one."

As soon as the words fell, he caught a glimpse of something wrong with the look of the waiter next to him - he had seen this kind of look too much, and Yuncuo guessed that this color was not liked by most people, so he hesitated and changed his mind: " No, the one next to it looks better."

Xuehuai nodded, didn't say anything, just glanced at the shop waiter: "Don't bother you, let the Young Immortal Master choose here, it's okay, right?"

The shop clerk repeatedly said it was okay, put the crystal nine chi tray aside in his hand, and went out behind closed doors.

He didn't realize that this behavior was exactly the same as that of him in his previous life, with a polite and domineering appearance, protecting him alone—even if he is not Zuo Hufa now, Yun Cuo is not the Immortal Lord of Jiuzhou, but two or more It's just a rookie who is practicing.

Yun Cuo doesn't like to meet strangers, he doesn't like to be served by everyone except Xuehuai, and he hates people who go around asking questions, so every time Xuehuai goes out with him, he has to clear the place, leaving only him and Yun Cuo. Wrong two people.

He likes to go shopping with him, and when he is busy, this is the only chance for him to relax and communicate with Xuehuai.Is the conversation nothing more than like this?Do you like that?What to buy?

Plain as a stream, it can gurgling through the hearts of the people.

But there were not many such opportunities. It was still very early. Before he ascended the throne to take over the position of Immortal Lord, the two of them hurriedly arranged everything so that he would not make a fool of himself in the end.

Recalling the past, Yun Cuo lost his mind for a moment.

Until that Bai Shengsheng's hand came over again, shaking in front of his eyes—"Hey, you're back to your senses!"

Xuehuai withdrew her hand, and pointed him to several pieces of cloth, asking him to choose a color.

Yun Cuo frowned and asked, "Did you choose too much? Xuehuai, I don't need so many."

But Xuehuai insisted on pulling him to continue watching: "What are you afraid of? I will pay for it as a birthday gift for you. Think about it, it's actually not too much. You can wear one for each item and change it for spring and summer. There are a total of eight sets of autumn and winter uniforms, eight sets of orthodox ceremonial dresses, and four sets of spring and summer nightgowns. These are all outer robes. We will buy the inner clothes later... Ah, and there must be cloaks and cloaks. Where is Mrs. Tang? Forget it, Mrs. Tang is useless, grandma sewed a lot for me, and the outside ones are not as good as grandma. Besides, you should at least prepare more bedding?"

He conscientiously explained to him the reason why he had to spend a lot of money today, but Yun Cuo couldn't resist him, so he followed behind him, watching him excitedly choose for him, and then choose the color at will.

Every time he chooses one, Xuehuai must ask him to identify the color, and he points at it casually, all his attention is on Xuehuai's dark green sleeves, that white hand.

He tugged at his sleeves all the way.

He didn't know where the courage came from, and he calmly reached out and took this hand.Xuehuai's hand was smaller than his, slender and fair, and it was warm and soft in his hand.

Xuehuai froze for a moment.

Yun Cuo remained calm, and changed the hand holding him to interlocking fingers.

Xuehuai met his dark gaze, and suddenly felt her heart beating a little faster.He quickly looked away, looked down at the remaining pieces of satin, and asked him, "Then... what about these two? Do you think the amber color looks better, or the red maple color?"

Yuncuo counted the number and knew that he was about to finish picking, so he wanted to point at it casually-but when he looked over, he was stunned.

He can recognize red.

What Xuehuai pointed out to him now, it is clear that both of them are red maple.

Noticing the change in his gaze, Xue Huai pinched his fingers openly, and deliberately leaned in front of his eyes: "Stop pretending? Immortal Master Yun?"

Yun Cuo looked at him helplessly, as if someone had punctured his mind, and was a little nervous for a while: "I..."

Xue Huai pursed her lips: "The row I pointed out to you just now is all the same color, at most different shades. You can only see red, black, white and gray, why didn't you tell me?"

Yuncuo looked into his clear and clear eyes, was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "There is still green."

Xuehuai looked at him puzzled: "?"

"There's green, I can see it." Yun Cuo's eyes stayed on him.Today's Xuehuai is like a dark green onion, ostentatious and lively, with a kind of playfulness and cuteness.

He was obviously discussing the issue of whether he could see clearly, but under his undisguised scorching gaze... she blushed unconsciously.

He knew that he was wearing dark green today, which was purely wrong. When Yun Cuo said this, it seemed that he deliberately... deliberately dressed like this to seduce him.

He pretended to be calm and said: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He is a little angry.I finally understood why Yun Cuo specially gave him some red, green and gaudy things in his previous life—it turned out that those things were the most beautiful things in Yun Cuo's eyes.

Yun Cuo thought for a while, and said, "I... I'm afraid you'll worry about me. You'll worry about me, won't you, Xuehuai...Brother Xuehuai?"

He bent his eyes and smiled at him, innocent and harmless, as if he was being unreasonable.

Xuehuai immediately said: "Who should worry about you? Look, if you don't tell me, what if you make a joke out of your clothes in the future?"

He went on angrily to pick something for him.

Yun Cuo then clasped his fingers as usual, and was led around by him.

This time Xuehuai chose for him seriously, and after looking at it for a while, she spoke again.He pretended to be casual and asked him: "Then what should you do about your eyes? Can it be cured?"

Yun Cuo looked at him quietly: "It can be cured."

Xuehuai looked back at him: "Then tell me, what medicinal materials and techniques should be used for the cure? I should be able to do it."

There are tens of thousands of colorful colors in this vast world. If he can't see it, he doesn't want to think about such a gloomy and boring life.

And Yuncuo has lived in this life for 17 years.

In her previous life, it was 25 years. Xuehuai felt that if she had been careless and hadn't found out, Yun Cuo might be able to keep this secret to her death, and could keep telling him stubbornly, "I only like black".

Yun Cuo shook his head: "Destroying the half-devil root in my body will cure it. It's okay, Xuehuai, I've seen what all the colors should look like, you don't have to feel sorry for me."

Xuehuai squeezed his fingers again: "Have you seen it?"

"Yeah." Yuncuo looked at him, "When you used the spirit fire gun at me and used the healing technique, I saw... some. Although there will be no effect later, I will write it down."

Xuehuai opened her eyes slightly.

Yuncuo looked at him and smiled: "So, Xuehuai, can you teach me to recognize colors? Recently I want to practice the method of observing the mind, and I want to ask you to protect the method for me. Although you can't enter the memories of the past with me, but I I can hear your voice, you tell me what color that day is, and I will remember it in the mind-watching technique."

Xue Huai said in a daze: "Okay."

Along the way, Xuehuai didn't say much, she looked serious and serious, thinking about Yun Cuo's eyes.

Yun Cuo didn't know what was wrong with him, so he told him a few blunt jokes, and coaxed him with dry stories, asking him if he was sleepy, and if he wanted to eat or sleep, which finally attracted Xue Huai Laughed: "You are so annoying, I was thinking about something."

Yun Cuo asked him: "What do you think?"

Xuehuai flattened her mouth: "Since you said that the healing technique is useful for a while, it proves that it can still be cured by the technique."

He looked at Yun Cuo seriously, and said, "I will cure you."

Yun Cuo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, smiled and hugged him: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

His attitude was a little perfunctory, but he was just happy that Xuehuai was worried about him like this—he knew better than anyone else the difference between his own special physique and ordinary people, and it probably wouldn't get better in this life.

The colors in his world are dull, but what does that matter?

He also has a vivid snow bosom, and he can be seen all the time.

He likes him so much.

Xuehuai sensed that he didn't care, and protested with some dissatisfaction: "I'm serious! I... um."

Yun Cuo suddenly picked him up halfway, carried him into the room, bent down and pressed him down—put him on the couch and kissed him.

Let go of the courage to kiss him.

She licked his soft and sweet lips, sucked his soft and warm breath, and gently brushed his eyebrows with her fingertips.

Yun Cuo whispered: "...I'm serious too, Xuehuai."

"I like...I like you so much."

In the evening, when Senior Brother Shahua next door came back, he was surprised to find that Xuehuai had cleared out several large suitcases and was contacting Jade Bird to send them out.

He stopped and asked Xuehuai: "What's the matter? Don't you need old clothes?"

Xuehuai half-kneeled on the ground sorting things, curled her fingers to her lips, and told him in a low voice: "Shh, brother, keep your voice down. That's right, all the other clothes are sent home, and I won't keep them here for the time being."

Yuncuo was cooking inside, and his hearing was good.He only said that he was going out to take out the garbage and clean up old clothes, but he didn't say what he was going to do specifically.

He flipped through one by one, and kept all the red, green, black, and white clothes, and packed away all the others, even his favorite dark blue.

Shahua brewed a cup of tea and came out to watch, and asked in confusion, "Why do I think you have to send away some of your daily wear?"

Xuehuai told him solemnly: "My aesthetics have changed, senior brother. I now think that red and green, black, white and gray are the most beautiful colors."

The author has something to say: Xiao Huai: Now my aesthetics are yours, red, green, black and white are the best, good boy.

Yun Sansui: But my aesthetic is you QUQ