All But Me Are Inhumans [Rebirth]

Wei Huan was stunned by his answer.

Damn it? How did this guy learn how to go down the stairs? And he went down so smoothly.

Yun Yongzhou is really a strange person. Sometimes he is meandering and silent, and sometimes he is very direct, like an apple being smashed on the head.

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Look at what happened to me. I said it in a decent way, as if I really wanted to see him.

Very upset.

"What do I have to see..." Wei Huan whispered, running away from Yun Yongzhou, "I'm going to take a shower."

Yun Yongzhou grabbed him and said, "Wait a minute." After saying that, he dragged Wei Huan to the closet, opened the closet door, squatted down, and opened the leftmost cabinet. There were many clothes neatly arranged inside, "These

You can wear it."

What does this mean? Wei Huan also squatted down and asked, "Can't I wear anything else than these?"

Yun Yongzhou couldn't speak originally, but now Wei Huan's brain circuit forced him to even don't know what to say.

"Can."

Wei Huan pointed to the clothes in the small cabinet, "Then what's the difference between this and those?"

Yun Yongzhou turned to look at him, "These are the new ones I bought."

Wei Huan was stunned. He didn't know why. It seemed that he had a strange language model in his mind, which automatically helped him complete what Yun Yongzhou said.

Bought new for you. It was obviously made in such a crude and sloppy way, but he suddenly felt his cheeks burning.

"Oh." Wei Huan was stunned, casually took out a set from the cabinet, ran to the bathroom with his little tail between his legs.

He had no time to take into account how many clothes in Yun Yongzhou's cabinet were similar to his clothes back then.

Shanhai's rules have always been strict. Only on weekends, students are not allowed to wear school uniforms. Students can wear whatever they want. Sometimes on campus, Yun Yongzhou meets Wei Huan. Although he will not go up to say hello, he will always be there when he is not paying attention.

Take another look every time.

Look at what color he is wearing today, what style he is wearing, and what mood he is in.

Just by looking at it, I felt a little bit of thoughts in my monotonous life.

When I closed my eyes, I could still hear him shouting "Little Golden Crow" from far away, and even his eyes were very smiling.

There was only one bathroom. Wei Huan came out after taking a shower and let Yun Yongzhou go in. He took a dry towel and wiped his hair carelessly. He sat down on the sofa and saw a grass on the ground. He felt strange and picked it up.

Take a closer look.

"Yingying weird."

When the little fur ball heard Wei Huan calling him, he jumped up and down, "Huh?"

Wei Huan shook the red cattail in his hand, "Tell me, what is this?"

The little fur ball was jumping and mumbling explanations, and even acted out. He first jumped around to get out his little cloth bag.

"Oh, it's in a cloth bag, you brought it back."

"Ugh!" After giving the affirmative answer, the little fur ball flopped down on the coffee table, shrunk into a long plush ball, and twisted around.

Wei Huan was like a contestant in a quiz competition. He was participating in a grand contest. He held the grass and thought hard, and suddenly an idea came to him, "Oh! You said he was the grass I saw this morning.

, drill that into the ground.”

"Hey!"

Wei Huan stretched out his palm, and the little fur ball bounced up and touched his palm, which was regarded as a high-five.

"Why does he seem to look different from before?" Wei Huan took a closer look and seemed to have grown a little bigger, "What kind of grass is this?"

The little fur ball climbed up the back of his hand, lay down on it, then closed his eyes and suddenly started to sleep. He slept soundly. Wei Huan was a little confused, "What are you playing again?"

sleep.

Dreaming?

Wei Huan was a little surprised, "Is this Huaimencao?"

The little fur ball woke up immediately and shook his fur excitedly, "Uh-huh!"

He really felt that he now mastered the strange languages ​​of various creatures.

"Why did you get the Huaimencao? It's not easy to find."

The little fur ball bulged out a big chunk in front of it, as if it were puffing up its chest proudly.

Wei Huan first learned about Huaimengcao when he was in high school. At that time, his deskmate was a peach demon and his family had a whole garden of Huaimengcao. At that time, many female classmates came over to her every day and asked her, "Do you have Huaimencao at home?"

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"When will your Huaimencao come?"

"Can you lend me your Huai Meng grass for one night? Please."

Originally, Wei Huan was not that interested in the things these little girls had, but as he went back and forth, more and more people asked, and he was really curious, so he asked, "No, what is Huaimencao?"

The little peach demon explained, "Huaimeng grass is a rare demon grass. During the day, it looks like withered grass. It will hide under the ground and only come out again after dark. If he likes

If you have enough demonic power, you may quietly turn into a human form at night, but most of the time the Huaimencao is just a red cattail."

Wei Huan was puzzled, "It's just a piece of grass. What's so strange about it? Who can't change into a human form?"

"Of course it's strange!" Tao Yao looked at him with the expression of an ignorant bird, "Huaimeng Huaimeng means holding him in your arms while dreaming. I heard that if you sleep with Huaimeng grass in your arms, you will dream.

The person you most want to see."

"Dream about the person you most want to see?" Wei Huan was even more confused, "Why do you dream about someone else?"

"You're a stupid bird that doesn't understand." Tao Yao sighed with hatred and supported his chin with his hand, "Forget it, how could Xiao Jiufeng, who is loved by everyone, fall into the trouble of a young girl's love for spring?

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"Hey, what does Huaichun have to do with dreaming? You girls are really weird."

"You don't understand anything. When you really like someone, your heart will beat faster, you will feel uneasy, and you will be confused. All you can think about is him, even in your dreams..."

"I won't."

The memory stopped here. Wei Huan stared at the red grass in his hand. He didn't expect that Huai Meng, who was so rare at the time, would be picked up by this little fur ball like it was picking up rubbish.

Wei Huan smiled and poked the little furball's raised chest, "Okay, you, the overall champion of the Demon Realm's garbage picking competition."

Dream, dream...

His mind once again had an idea of ​​its own.

"Hey, weirdo, tell me who I will dream about if I sleep with this grass in my arms."

Just as the little furball made a sound, he heard the bathroom door click open. Yun Yongzhou walked out wrapped in warm steam. He was wearing loose pajamas. His hair was half wet and hanging on his forehead. His whole body seemed to be steamed by steam.

Confused, he looks a lot less aggressive.

Wei Huan watched him walk straight towards the bedroom, then stretched his neck and asked, "Aren't you going to blow dry your hair?"

Yun Yongzhou ignored him and didn't stop.

"Hey! Sleeping with wet hair is not good for your health!"

After hearing this, Yun Yongzhou stopped, turned around and said to Wei Huan, "Come in."

Um?

Wei Huan didn't understand what Yun Yongzhou meant. He just said dumbly and followed Yun Yongzhou into the bedroom with his dream and the little fur ball in his arms. Seeing him come in, Yun Yongzhou said again, "Sit down."

"What are you doing sitting down?" Although Wei Huan said so, he still did as he was told. As soon as his butt touched the soft bed, Yun Yongzhou turned around and left.

Hey this guy…

What's wrong?

But he came back after a while, holding a small hair dryer in his hand. He pressed Wei Huan's head and pressed the hair dryer switch.

Wei Huan did not expect the way this matter would unfold, "Hey, you have to brag to me."

"Don't move." Yun Yongzhou pressed his head.

"No, I want you to dry your hair by yourself. You misunderstood me. I didn't let you dry it for me." Wei Huan was still struggling, but Yun Yongzhou suddenly stopped and stopped the hair dryer in his hand.

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He tilted his head, holding a hair dryer in his right hand, and a long-lost flame ignited in the palm of his left hand.

"which one you want?"

The tragic image of his hair being burned away by Yun Yongzhou's fire flashed through Wei Huan's mind, so he immediately sat down dignifiedly and said, "Blow, blow, thank you."

Yun Yongzhou finally calmed down and blew his hair. Wei Huan obediently shut his mouth, rarely becoming quiet.

This posture prevented him from seeing Yun Yongzhou's face, so he simply closed his eyes and felt his slender fingers gently inserting into his hair, and the fingertips would occasionally gently rub against his scalp, which was very comfortable.

Feel.

Before his death, because he lost his parents, he gave up his incompetent dream of living an ordinary life away from the battlefield. He forced himself to go to dangerous places one after another. He tried his best no matter how difficult the task was, just hoping to protect him.

more people.

Every time after a mission, he would first return to that deserted home, wipe the life-spirit tablets that his parents had broken into pieces and glued on little by little, talk to them for a while, and then go back to the mountains and seas to restore their lives.

No one knows these secrets. Wei Huan never shows his wounds to anyone. He always smiles, no matter what happens.

Walking on a bloody road with no return, Wei Huan had long forgotten his desire to live an ordinary life.

But at this moment, his heart was a little resurrected. He was still restless, wanting to be cared about, wanting to do some boring and trivial things in peaceful times. To put it bluntly, he didn't want to be anyone's hero.

He just wanted to be a spoiled little Jiufeng who failed to live up to expectations.

His nose felt sore and he felt a little sad. Wei Huan licked his lips and fell into silence.

Yun Yongzhou's technique is still very clumsy. He blows here and there now, his hair flies up in a mess, and he is as fussy and clumsy as ever.

But Wei Huan didn't laugh at him like he did before, calling him a young master who couldn't take care of himself. Instead, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the hem of Yun Yongzhou's clothes on both sides.

Yun Yongzhou paused and said nothing, but Wei Huan knew what he meant, and he must be asking what was wrong.

"fine."

Wei Huan lowered his head.

Actually I want to hug you.

I want to hide from my fate.

But why does he feel at ease when he is around Yun Yongzhou?

This question came up suddenly. Wei Huan didn't understand. It seemed to be subconscious. He tried hard to recall that since he was reborn, he had met many new friends and reunited with old friends. Although his mood had changed a lot, but with Yun

Yong Zhou seems to be different. No matter what happens, Wei Huan can rationally analyze and control his attitude under the guise of making jokes. He may not look serious, but he is clear in his heart.

Except Yun Yongzhou.

As soon as he faced him, he turned back into the eighteen-year-old boy who was completely defeated by him.

He had wanted to understand this for a long time. There should always be a reason for people's specialness, but he was not sure that his reason was tenable.

The little fur ball clung to the Huaimeng grass and came to Wei Huan's knee. The tips of the grass fluttered gently. He was a little skeptical of this so-called legend, but he understood a little bit what the girls were thinking. Maybe Huaimeng grass

It's just a way of testing for them.

He suddenly remembered what the little peach demon said.

[When you really like someone, your heart will beat faster, you will feel uneasy, confused, and your mind will be full of him, even in your dreams.]

Wei Huan counted his fingers in his mind to calculate the frequency of being shot. His heartbeat quickened, it seemed like there was... a hit. He was uneasy, there seemed to be one, so let's calculate the hit. It was a big mess...

All I can think about is him.

Not only was his mind filled with him, but he was also filled with images of his mouth to mouth helping him. Doesn't this count as two hits?

Did he really like Yun Yongzhou? Wei Huan suddenly raised his head when he realized this.

Yun Yongzhou, who was interrupted by his action, stopped blowing the air and said nothing. He just looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly. It was a very gentle little gesture of silent concern.

He shook his head and lowered his head.

And the last one is him in the dream.

The fluff of the little fur ball flutters with the Huaimeng grass.

Do you want to try it?

Wei Huan fell into the most difficult judgment question he had encountered in more than 20 years.

Ren Weihuan held the hem of his clothes while Yun Yongzhou continued to blow dry his hair. He enjoyed this moment very much and truly felt that Wei Huan was by his side. There was no need to be sad because he dreamed of him, nor did he need to regret that he could not dream of him.

Almost done, Yun Yongzhou turned off the hair dryer, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, extremely quiet, with the cicadas chirping outside the window beating against the moonlight.

When he lowered his head, he found that Wei Huan was a little sleepy. His hands were still holding the hem of his clothes, but his eyes could no longer be opened. His head was moving bit by bit, just like him every time he took meditation classes upstairs.

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"Lie down and sleep." Yun Yongzhou touched his wrist, and Wei Huan reluctantly let go of the corner of his clothes. Thinking was too energy-consuming, so he subconsciously let out an ooh, fell down on the bed and yawned.

Being sleepy made it difficult for him to speak, "Aren't you going to brag? I can... help you..."

I'm so sleepy, and I'm still talking nonsense.

Yun Yongzhou put the hair dryer aside, covered Wei Huan with a thin quilt, took a pillow himself, and was about to go to the sofa outside, but as soon as he turned around, Wei Huan's hand grabbed his wrist.

"Where to go..."

When Wei Huan is sleepy, his voice will be softer and slower than usual. It seems that his endless energy has been sucked away and turned into a piece of light and lazy feathers, flying wherever he goes.

Yun Yongzhou glanced at his grabbed wrist and answered bluntly, "Sofa."

Hearing what he said, Wei Huan, who was too sleepy to open his eyes, turned over, stretched out his arm and patted the other half of the bed that was empty, "Here...enough."

Yun Yongzhou was stunned for a moment, standing beside the bed a little at a loss.

There is a feeling of guilt for taking advantage of the situation, but also mixed with nervous happiness.

After standing for a while, he gently turned off the light beside the bed. Darkness quickly swallowed up the room. He, Wei Huan, and the bed, which was not too big or too small, all entered Xia Ye's belly.

Inside, you can't get out or get in, and no one can disturb you.

The power of sleepiness was so great that Wei Huan could feel the edge of the bed sinking, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them. The little hair ball shrank into the size of a small beetle and crawled to Wei Huan's cheek, making him

It was so itchy. He instinctively stretched out his hand to remove the little hair ball. He wanted to say something like "Put it on my face," but the result was just a few sticky grunts.

This doesn't look like a nine-phoenix. It's obviously just a small flying insect that fell into a honey jar.

It's sticky and sweet, and I'm not happy with it.

Yun Yongzhou lay on his side next to him. Being ridiculed by Wei Huan as the "Son of Light", he rarely borrowed the moonlight to look at his sleeping face. Wei Huan was sleeping soundly, which Yun Yongzhou had already known.

It is expected that he will be like this every time, especially when the seven combat readiness teams gathered for dinner after the mission. He would always take a nap while waiting for the food to be served, and when he woke up, there would be a red mark on his forehead.

Yinzi looks silly.

Unlike now, there is only a golden dot left between his eyebrows.

Stretching out his fingers, Yun Yongzhou carefully and slowly drew three demonic marks on his cheek with a few millimeters of distance. When the blue demonic aura overflows, such demonic marks will appear on his face.

Marks, coupled with his arrogant and cute smile. This human boy lying obediently beside him was once the most unruly Jiu Feng in the world.

The essence of the night caused the Huaimeng grass in Wei Huan's arms to begin to nourish and grow. What he didn't know was that this little demon grass, like Changming Dengniang, would turn into a small human form. But Huaimeng was different. It grew into a beautiful

The little boy is as tall as his forearm, his body is wrapped in grass leaves, and he looks particularly smart with his big eyes.

When Wei Huan was sleeping, he popped up, and a little head emerged from the quilt. He was about to take a look around, but who knew that the first thing he saw after popping up was Yun Yongzhou's face, which scared him and hurried

He crawled back and whispered in a trembling voice, "Golden Crow...it's Golden Crow..."

So he was talking to this little monster just now?

Yun Yongzhou thought of Wei Huan who was sneaking around before, and felt a little unhappy. He had never thought about hugging this guy, so why should this little monster hug him and get into bed with him. Thinking of this, Yun Yongzhou

It was even more delicious during the day, so he gently opened the quilt, picked up the little Huai Meng like a chicken, and threw him out of the bed unceremoniously.

Xiao Huai Meng Cao got up from the ground, patted his butt with tears, and pursed his lips in grievance, "Golden Crow... the terrible Golden Crow..."

Little Maoqiu watched Yun Yongzhou ruthlessly throw out the Dream Grass, trembling, his eyes widened, and almost screamed, but Yun Yongzhou put his index finger to his lips, "Shh..." Little Maoqiu

Then he suppressed the cry and hid it in Yun Yongzhou's shoulder.

Wei Huan turned over and carried his back. His slightly thin back became a blank picture. The forced return of the moonlight cast the shadow of Yun Yongzhou on it, and the heavy shadow slowly covered it, like ink dye.

Generally, it sticks tightly to his slender and beautiful back neck, and seems to be able to mix into the slowly flowing blood through the clothes.

The darkness followed the lines of the spine, inch by inch, wrapping the whole body without any gaps, like an inseparable shell.

The blazing fire burned in the summer night, the anxious heartbeat crackled, and the chirping of cicadas could be heard outside the window.

Eagerness melts the cold moonlight into a sticky shadow, hugging your back instead of me.

Pretending to be intimate.

After a rare good sleep, Wei Huan woke up early in the morning. When he opened his eyes, Yun Yongzhou was right in front of him, still asleep. This was the first time that he woke up and Yun Yongzhou didn't leave. I don't know.

Why, I feel a little happy.

Yun Yongzhou's sleeping face was so good. Wei Huan's eyes were constantly looking at him. His gaze slid down from the straight bridge of his nose to the delicate peak of his lips.

His lips are thin and look cold, but if he smiles, the corners of his lips will sink in a little. They are unexpectedly sweet, although it is extremely rare.

Still very soft.

No, no, something is soft. Wei Huan woke up in a startled state. He thought of the scene at the bottom of the sea again.

When will he stop thinking about this all the time? He can hardly look directly at Yun Yongzhou.

Is it possible that he really likes men? He has never even kissed a girl, so his precious first kiss was given to a little Golden Crow without the other party knowing? This is too tragic.

etc.

He didn't dream last night.

Hey, where is my grass?

Wei Huan, who suddenly remembered the dream grass, looked around, but the red grass was not on the bed at all, and he couldn't find it.

Liar, you promised that you can dream about the person you want to see if you hold her in your arms while you sleep? It’s not true at all, it’s all a lie to the little girl.

Probably because he was making too much noise looking for grass, Yun Yongzhou frowned and opened his eyes. It took a while for his amber pupils to focus. He seemed a little surprised when he met Wei Huan, so he quickly

Turn around and face away from him.

Why are you smoking so early in the morning?

Oh, I found it. As soon as Yun Yongzhou turned over, he saw the red grass, which seemed to be pressed under him.

Looking at the flat grass, Wei Huanchao complained softly, "Oh my young master, you are crushing my grass to death..." No, Wei Huan reacted, "It's not grass, it's a little liar."

When he raised his head, Wei Huan accidentally took another look and inadvertently discovered that Yun Yongzhou's neck was red and his ears were also red.

"Yun Yongzhou...?" Wei Huan tentatively came closer, but the other party remained motionless, as if he had fallen asleep again.

His body temperature was so hot that when he came close, it was like being close to a bonfire.

"What dream did you have? Your neck is so red..." He muttered in a low voice and lay back again, looking at the ceiling.

Sigh. I feel like I worked so hard to prepare a set of papers, but in the end the marking teacher accidentally lost the papers and wrote them in vain.

Wei Huan rolled his fingers around the grass and blinked. Do you want to try again?

Is it useful to go back to sleep?

While Wei Huan was still thinking about taking the make-up exam, Yun Yongzhou, who had his back turned to him, never closed his eyes. He tried hard to calm his breathing and regain his composure. Don't be upset or panic.

Don't think about the dream you shouldn't have had last night.

I want his dream so much.