Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Sheng Lingyuan had a long dream.

Generally speaking, unless it is seriously injured, the master will not fall into deep sleep for too long. But I don't know if he was unfamiliar with the business of dreaming, or if the magic qi that had been evacuated in the bronze tripod did not make up for it. On this day, Shengyuan Yuan was suddenly out of control, and turned upside down for half a life in the chaos.

There is no coherent plot, he vaguely knows that he is trapped in a chaotic dream, but for a moment it seems like he has returned to the last ten years of his reign, feeling cold. The cold air leaked out from the cracks in the bones, and the tip of his nose seemed to linger the smell of the fire of Abyss again. He couldn't help himself, his hands and feet were numb together, like a thread puppet, once again pushed by the era to the rolling magma, and once again jump……

Sheng Lingyuan awakened violently, and his eyes still had shocking blood. The bedside lamps, drinking glasses, mirrors, and glass windows around him were shattered at the same time, and the cold winter wind poured into the room.

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He hadn't returned to God himself, so he heard someone sizzle next, and then his hair was torn again-Xuan Yuan was not sleeping well, he covered himself in Sheng Lingyuan, and the quilt was squeezed by him Then, aggrieved in a ball at the foot of the bed. A big bed, he would not find a place to treat himself, he had to squeeze on others, Sheng Lingyuan's half of the shoulder was pressed by him unconscious, and his hair was too entangled with him ... When lying down, it was neat and tidy, and I didn't know how it was rubbed like this. No wonder the dream was cold and half-legged.

Xuan Yuan was awakened by the cold wind, and he just moved and let his hair back again. He raised his hand in a fascination, and the glass shards broken on the ground flew up, messed up the window, and put the good glass window Resembling a kaleidoscope, he hooked back his cool quilt with his feet, propped himself up, and shake off the long hair wrapped around his neck.

Sheng Lingyuan's three thousand blue silk fell nowhere, so he slid into his pajamas like a stream of water, brushing over his chest, Xuan Yuan trembled uncontrollably, his back trembled with trembling, and woke up.

The sky is already bright, and the street lights have not been off. People who want to avoid the morning rush are already on the road. The lights outside the window are swept in from the slits of curtains lifted to the side by wind, which is different from the wind lights and candlelights in Sheng Lingyuan's memory. These lights It's more refreshing, vertical, not swaying or jumping. Although it is dazzling and uncomfortable, it is full of people.

Sheng Lingyuan lost his mind for a moment, and then the spirit returned to his place, remembering when and where he was.

By the way, he is at ... at home.

After Sheng Lingyuan recovered his temperature and resumed breathing, and was able to keep his awake time a little longer, he refused to stay in a nursing home. The sanitarium was as quiet as if it didn't eat fireworks on earth, and even the haze was not willing to float here, always reminding him of the empty and quiet Duling Palace. Sometimes he was very patient and didn't care about anything, but when he thought it was unnecessary or simply didn't want to make things up, the waywardness used by the feudal monarchy came out.

He said that he had to leave immediately without explaining why. Everyone, including Huang Ju, was tense by him. Xuan Yuan was not born last month, but this one was a corpse last month. For the first time, everyone felt the "unpredictable heart" of the live version-asking him what he said is good, and asking what needs to be improved, he only said it was not necessary-all good, everything changed, but just not living here, even He couldn't even stand up for a moment, so he could only use a wheelchair.

In the end, Xuan Yuan clapped, indicating that his Majesty was dissatisfied with his responsibility, and then he led Sheng Lingyuan back to Yongan's small apartment with a group of worried eyes.

Anyway, the general direction of the Abyss event has been finalized. There will not be any important meetings in a short time, and there is no inconvenience for him to pass by.

This small apartment is really a birdcage. It ’s stretched to put a large bed in the bedroom. When you open the window, you can see what you have for dinner next door. A new pair of puppets are moved upstairs. They fight every day. The puppies in their marriage have learned the details.

But he was still quite happy.

Sheng Lingyuan wants everything opposite to the Emperor Xiang Duling-even if it is narrow, crowded and noisy. In this way, when he woke up at midnight, he saw the slightly cracked ceiling for the first time, knowing that Qianchen had turned the page.

Xuan Yuan felt his breath unstable, and reached out his hand, and he felt the cold sweat of one hand, and asked quickly: "What's wrong? Why isn't it? A headache?"

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand to block the light that came in through the window, narrowed his eyes, and looked at him for a while, then said slowly: "Oh ... nothing, I was surprised to see an unexpected guest in the middle of the night, startled me."

Xuanyuan's first reaction was: Who? where?

The second response was: fuck!

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and hooked him back, asking with a smile: "When did you sneak up here?"

The question came because they had another fight the night before.

Strictly speaking, Xuan Ye was noisy. His Majesty did not turn back for the sake of family harmony. Unexpectedly, the Suzaku patriarch unilaterally turned himself into a flamingo, locked the door of the study, and set up a large one to be separated. Posture ... though it only lasted half a night.

The cause of this long-half-separation is still the broken thing in the bronze tripod—

Sheng Lingyuan had a lot of things to do, he had to wipe his hands, accidentally exposed his feet, and pretend to be dead, but the heart rate and temperature and the breath that had just recovered were not installed. He was like a broken battery board. "Twenty-four hours of charging, talking "Two minutes", repeatedly on-line and off-line, a few times down, Xuanyuan Tian's fire also wiped him out. So half pushed the boat and half deceived himself, Xuan Yuan accepted the explanation that "Sheng Lingyuan knows that Dan will leave a trace of vitality," and uncovered the matter.

Last night, Xuan Yuan finished cooking three dishes, and the probe glanced into the living room. The local news was on the TV, and Sheng Lingyuan was sitting in a wheelchair playing with his mobile phone.

It's been a while, and when they get home, a layer of ash accumulates in the small black house wrapped in the weak electric well at the door. Your Majesty is very interested in this gadget. I have n’t let go of the sim card since then. I ’ve been holding it in my hand for a day. I do n’t know if it ’s Xuan Ye ’s illusion. Sheng Lingyuan is holding his mobile phone. less.

Xuan Yuan was a little worried. The people of the witches ca n’t eat fat. Obviously, it has collapsed because of the richness of food. Will the “diligent and self-discipline” left by His Majesty Qing Shi ’s name be vulnerable to the contemporary Internet?

A big devil with internet addiction ... It sounds strange.

"Don't look at it, hurt your eyes, watch me take care of it." Xuan Yuan slammed his finger, and the soup dish flew up to the table by himself. At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan was empty and his phone was on his own. Rising into the air and falling into Xuan Yuan's hands.

"What do you play? Play so ..."

I saw Sheng Lingyuan neither playing games nor social media-he was practicing typing on his mobile phone.

The exercise material is the news being broadcast. News programs are generally not fast, Mandarin is standard, and there are subtitles. Sheng Lingyuan has n’t learned pinyin, and he has used stroke input to type any word he has captured. At first, because the words were not familiar and the input method was not familiar, they were basically garbled characters that were different from each other. After several pages of garbled characters, they started to have decent simplified characters. However, because there were too many typos, they did not see any meaning. When he was using his mobile phone, he was already able to type in the same words, and at a glance, the words he captured were all keywords in the news. The whole article is an accurate and highly generalized shorthand. People who have n’t heard the show at all can take a look at this to know what they just broadcast.

Xuan Yuan: "..."

Wrong, kneeling, and should not sacrifice with salty fish dregs.

"Is the game for you fun?"

Sheng Lingyuan moved his neck and shoulders, and the very old cadre replied, "It's too noisy, dazzled, beaten and killed."

Xuan Yuan: "You can play with the placement class, it's fun to just hold things ..."

Sheng Lingyuan gave him an inconceivable glance, and Xuanyuan somehow understood the meaning of his eyes-you haven't even scooped up a henhouse for thousands of years, and scolded things in the game every day. What kind of interest is this?

"... Okay, move over for dinner."

While setting up chopsticks, I was hearing in the evening news that a playground was malfunctioning due to overloaded operation, and several tourists were trapped by the Ferris wheel. Sheng Lingyuan's sight was again attracted by the TV, which caused a shocking queuing scene.

Xuan Yuan said: "As soon as the holidays are celebrated, the playground has to become a queuing field-I thought you knew it, so I fooled me with a playground that doesn't have to wait in line in the fantasy world. Otherwise, I'll take you to see experience?"

"No ... Thanks and insensitivity," Sheng Lingyuan stared at the subtitles on the TV, habitually shifted his attention to the simplified characters and pronunciation, and accidentally said, "That's because I'm afraid you will leave regrets, not fools ..."

His words had already come out before he responded, biting his own words and thinking: not good.

The air was suddenly silent.

It took a while for a pair of chopsticks hanging in the air to fall on the porcelain bowl, and "Dangyu" sounded a crisp sound.

Xuan Yuan's yin gaze lifted from the dining table and asked, "Oh? Your Majesty, tell me, what regrets will I leave?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Lying too long, it must be what the TV commercial said ... insufficient blood supply to the brain.

"No ... hey, the official language has changed so much over the years, it's really harder to learn than witch language ..." Sheng Lingyuan for a moment, pretending to make a cough, "It doesn't mean that, you are more attentive. I mean to prepare with both hands, afraid Just in case I leave you with regrets ... "

The couple upstairs seemed to help the battle. It was not good to eat at night, and another war broke out. A sentence came across the ceiling and the floor: "Then you are quite thorough!"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't need to add fuel to these background sounds, so he raised his hand and struck a weak magic on the ceiling. He wanted to make a sound-proof spell, and after the weak magic had escaped from him, he was pressed and pressed back. : "Still dead!"

Sheng Lingyuan opened his mouth.

"Fashion international friends, you're sloppy in Mandarin!" Xuan Yuan pressed his wrist against the table. "When you lead me into your illusion in a bronze tripod, when Chen Cang draws out magic, he can guess you at best. Why don't you dare stab me, how do you know that there are still Danli in the statue? "

Sheng Lingyuan clenched his ten fingers without changing his face: "Guess, it would be strange for Dan to leave Meng Xia to steal the Suzaku remains, right?"

Anyway, I guessed everything. Now he says everything is a hindrance. He said that he can guess only one, and that he can't refute if he guesses ten. They are all free evidence.

Sheng Lingyuan said: "I and Dan have been fighting for so many years, and there is no need for tacit understanding, you ..."

Xuan Yan smiled angrily: "That said, you have a good relationship with that old man. I don't think you have a contradiction if you are together!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

That's right, he only turned his face with Dan Li when he saw that he wanted you to die. Until then, everyone has been a model teacher-apprentice relationship.

After all, in his life, there was only one place where he could not speak.

Xuan Yuan: "I said that you were suddenly so considerate to me. There must be no good. I mixed from" Sword Spirit "to" Dead Sword Spirit ". I have been by your side for a total of 30 years, and I have never seen you use any magic. If it weren't for nothing, and how could you play so many tricks at that time? It must be because you never thought about coming out of the bronze tripod! "

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

It was strange and well-founded.

Although he is a demon body, he has received a very orthodox education since he was a child, and he has followed a decent and decent line. When he knows his life later, he is already an emperor. He does not need incompetent methods such as magic magic. At that time, the emperor let him work without day and night. It can be said to be "every day is perfect, and he is absolutely insatiable." He did not have the opportunity to delve into these small carving skills--the bronze tripod played too much.

Sheng Lingyuan decided to give up the argument and divert Xuanyuan ’s attention. He rubbed the fingers of Xuanyuan all at once. He gently pulled people forward: “Xiaoying said this because I was not good for you. What? Brother Lingyuan changed, okay, later ... "

His voice became more and more muffled, deliberately inaudible, naturally focused on his lips and teeth, Xuan Yuan looked down, and Sheng Lingyuan gently licked his lips in a timely manner.

Xuan Yuan's eyes were dim and his throat slipped noticeably.

Sheng Lingyuan: "Let the past pass, if you look at me, do you keep mentioning those unhappy things, huh?"

He said, raising his eyes gently, and there was dark mist in those eyes, like a pair of traps that would make people invincible: "Xiaoyu ..."

At that moment, the couple in the upstairs were like "translators" for him: "If you don't deal with a sentence, just turn over the stubble. Are you interesting?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Thank you so much for this brother!

Xuanyuan woke up, realized that he almost nodded just now, and at the same time, some other changes in other parts of the body also occurred. Suddenly, he became angry and angered, and drew him away: "You have all been pumped into adulthood, don't stay Get up and stand up again, still using illusions on you, are you sick? "

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

After speaking, he turned and walked away, angrily rolled into the study, threw the door, and before Sheng Lingyuan blinked, he rolled out like a tsunami.

Sheng Lingyuan just blew his nose and said, "Xiao, I didn't really ..."

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Yuan cut off the bones of the grilled fish as fast as lightning, shoved it under Sheng Lingyuan's nose, and rolled it again.

Sheng Lingyuan: "... use illusion."

His Majesty once had "unjust injustice" once in his life, and it was a brand-new experience. It tasted strange, and he ate it together with the grilled and crispy fish skin. He also blame the rice. He finished the half slowly, and then patted it. After studying the study door for a moment, I couldn't help laughing.

Then I saw the Majesty who was "too weak to stand up" and stood up silently, cleaned up the table, dipped a circle of fresh spells next to the meal, drank in one go, without any stagnation, and finished painting. I thought, changed a few more, so that the charm was exposed and reluctantly shaped, so I picked up my mobile phone and went home to rest, ready to coax again tomorrow.

He suddenly felt that he had a lot of time, and he didn't have to rush everything ... I just didn't expect that some divine birds didn't even have half-breath.

After the light was turned off in the living room, Xuan Yuan poured out water and found that Sheng Lingyuan had a refrigerator half a meter away and not using it. He had to waste energy drawing symbols. He paused for half a minute at the very reluctant spell, and suddenly thought that Lingyuan was not suitable for living here, and his heart was sour, soft and uneasy, and he couldn't help sneaking into the bedroom to see it. Sheng Lingyuan only took up half of the bed, and he didn't alarm him when he went in. His brow kept wrinkling slightly, not a sleepy face of black and sweet dreams ... that was the face he had been quietly accompanying in countless silent nights, Xuan Yuan always thought Hugging him when he frowned, so he sent the ghost down ...

The heat from Xuan Yuan's body climbed from the lower back to the neck ears, and he got up without a word, but was caught by Sheng Lingyuan.

"Xiaoyu," he said, "I didn't think about the magic in the bronze tripod."

Xuan Yuan's face was stern: "That's what you made now?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "That's what I read from a miscellaneous book when I was young."

Xuan Ling gave a "ha" sound, feeling that His Majesty might not have woke up, and he did not make up the nonsense-Sheng Lingyuan didn't know he was a demon when he was a kid, then it will be clear and correct, and the light wind will be full of moon. This side door goes left.

"I said, Your Majesty, you really ..."

"At that time, I was thinking, what am I to do if I am a mortal, a hundred years later? I am too young, helpless, lonely, and afraid to do?"

Xuan Yuan a moment.

"So I want to leave something for you, which is a magical modification of the Dai people. I want to give it to you when I am dying and stay in the sea. What do you encounter during the day and dream in the night, the" I "in the dream will be again Once with you ... until you don't need me and forgot brother Lingyuan. "Sheng Lingyuan opened his arms and said vaguely," Cold, come here and warm me. "

Xuan Yuan was gently pulled by him, and returned to his arms along his strength, listening silently to the sound of the man's heartbeat, slow but steady, more powerful than before.

"Lingyuan ..."

"Shh-" Sheng Lingyuan put a finger up against his lips, "Don't talk, let me hug for a while, Xiaoyan ..."

His hand slid quietly into the hem of Xuan Ye ’s pajamas, and some lights were swept away in the distance, and then darkened, Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes where Xuan Ye did n’t notice, and those extra passionate eyes narrowed, ticking Make a little smile.

The bronze tripod was busy fighting, and he had no time to take care of him. The little ghost was still kicking his nose in the illusion. He did n’t ask for it today.

"Lingyuan," Xuan Yuan said suddenly, "I ask you something."

Sheng Lingyuan said "um", sniffing the smell of his hair, and quietly drew a trick in his hand.

Xuan Yuan: "Aren't you too foolish to stand up? How did you destroy so many pieces of furniture when you opened your eyes just now?"

He held Sheng Lingyuan's hand as he spoke, and Sheng Lingyuan's wrist tightened, and his fiery breath was entangled aggressively-although he was not so sick, he was still slowly recovering, and he was breathless. Suddenly, the magical anger on his hand was vented and Xuan Yuan pressed on the pillow.

"Pretend to die--" Xuan Yuan gritted his teeth and smirked. "Pretend to be sick, pretend, lie to me ... several times."

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