Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Yan Qiushan usually lives very hard. In addition to work training and shopping for food, his understanding of the word "casual" is to lie down and watch TV or mobile phone landlord, entering the bar in the middle of the night can not find the North. The lights in the bar were dim and the holes were like holes, and the deck was designed to be quite "twisty and bizarre". After asking it on WeChat for a long time, he didn't understand. In the end, he used a miniature energy sensor to find where Xuan Yuan was. One side was Alas, one side was nervous, and called the heater to smoke a sweat.

However, the environment of the bar is much quieter than he imagined. There is a little jazz music, the guests are three or five, and the voice of the chat is not high. There is neither jumping nor drunk. According to the director Xuan, unless It's a gift of a strange cup, otherwise this "drunk" is afraid you can't afford it.

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It may be because of the late night, Yan Qiushan felt Xuan Yuan a little more distance for no reason.

His eyes were scattered, as if he had fallen into a distant space and time, he was still, and the light-colored eyes were hit by a small lamp on the table, giving him a glazed texture, cold and hard. It wasn't until Yan Qiushan approached that Xu Xuan's eyes turned slightly. Guanghua re-flowed. He greeted with a smile, and was a nice and refreshing red duster.

"Excuse me, Director Xuan. I'm still bothering you so late."

"It's okay." Xuan Yuan waved at him and called for a soft drink. "Sit, I'm just looking for a chance to talk to you."

Yan Qiushan sat down in front of him with some restraint: "You told Director Xiao that you need an instrument to help run errands ..."

"Mortal people care too much, let alone old and sick, and medical conditions were not good in the past, and sometimes it was not convenient to follow me, so I used to have something to do with instrumental spirits." Xuan Yuan said, "You know, I was also an instrumental spirit at that time. , Living longer and materials are more advanced, so it is more efficient to communicate with lower-level instrumental spirits, and not afraid of back biting. "

Yan Qiushan nodded, and Xuanyue spoke more euphemistically, but he understood the meaning-the instrumental spirit is not the same as everyone. According to a politically correct statement, "everyone is equal", even if everyone is not equal in real life, but people and There is no essential difference between people, everyone is made up of that flesh and organs.

In contrast, the "level" in the instrumental spirit is much stricter. The high-level artifact and the low-quality mortal artifact are an absolute suppression relationship. Like the demon sword, it has cut off the demon king and is in the blood of Suzaku. The soaring artifacts that can be bubbled out can almost suppress and order all the spirits.

"The spirits I used were all collected, some were defective, some were sealed with the master's weapon, and I didn't make it myself." Xuan Yan paused, "because of the matter of refining, ethically speaking, follow The killing and corpse are also similar. Although everyone likes to have a spirit, but no one wants to do this kind of thing except the high mountain people that everyone despises, you know? Yan team, I talked to Lao Xiao that day. It's rash, less than a last resort, I think you still don't want to go this way. Zhichun's baby body is really not very convenient, we can actually try to help modern technology, I think some robots are already very human, do a simulation The body should not be a problem. I find ways to strengthen the macaroni inside, and it should be able to make up for decades. "

Yan Qiushan shook his head: "The macaroni is a piece of wood that always breaks. When I die, I don't know anything. I will leave him dead and not alive. What will he do? Director Xuan, you I know that ... "

The taste of being isolated from the whole world.

Yan Qiushan was a kind-hearted person. When he spoke to his mouth, he felt that he was sad about Xuan Yuan, so he swallowed back.

For a moment, he said, "I am voluntary. I ask for your help. You don't have to feel ethical and morally unhappy."

Xuan Yuan was silent for a while: "Swallow team, let me tell you a story."

Yan Qiushan froze.

"It has something to do with the remains of the battle array we cleaned today," Xuan said. "You should have heard that the battle array was an ancient battlefield when my youth and his Majesty returned from Beiyuan to be ambushed by the beast. We were trapped. For three days ... "

Although Xuan Ye was short-sighted and had limited imagination when he was a child, he was not really a child with mental retardation. Of course, he knew that the "harem" full of Shenglingyuan was an absurd illusion, and felt that he was despised.

When I was young, I heard that "the battlefield **, whether to go in or not out", Dan Li also said that how many heroes can not pass the heart demon level, and I do not know how his "heart demon level" became a bunch of women's Sheng Lingyuan.

What do these ugly ghosts treat him as?

Is this kidding him?

"The most powerful battle array can not only be blind, but also invade the sea. I remember Dan Li talked about it, and people are caught in it ... What should I do if I get caught in it?"

Although the sword spirit in his youth was not deceived by the illusion, how could he not feel Sheng Lingyuan. When the book is in use, the party hates less. The more the teacher can't remember what he taught, the more he tries to call Sheng Lingyuan, but the sound sinks into the sea, like a pinch of fine sand rolling down the abyss, and there is no splash. It was the illusion around him, because of his mind swinging, he was dancing more and more.

"I beg you, please move!" Sword Spirit split open the poor acid palace in the fantasy, and intentionally killed the Quartet, but there was a bunch of "Yingyingyanyan" in the palace. In front of Sheng Lingyuan's face, he was They laugh and laugh, they can't move, they cut to half and often have to stiffen the sword.

I saw that the "concubines" were just like the evil country demon Ji in the storybook, entangled with the emperor in the illusion, showing a mocking smile to him, the sword spirit was angry, and could not help but blushing red ears, A red cricket pounced on his face, making his eyes jump straight, and a secret thought came out in his heart: "Lingyuan is pretty in red ... alas! What a mess!"

When the sword spirit met a tree and chopped it in a fantasy, pushed it against the wall, and finally burned the hall with a fire, chopped breathlessly, and finally heard the distant and fuzzy sound of Sheng Lingyuan from the depths of the sea.

Sword Spirit responded quickly: "Lingyuan, where are you?"

Sheng Lingyuan's voice is not very clear, intermittent, like a voice coming across the wall, the voice is a bit dumb, and the tone is not very good: "Hug Shouyuanyi, don't think about it ... Do you eat anything you have taught you before? ? "

This impatient and polite tone is the familiar tone.

Jian Ling replied, "What nonsense is' Holding Yuanyi '? You might as well let me be calm and natural.' I said, Your Majesty, do you have nothing to waste? There is a way you can break the battle! I want to cut It ’s that ugly ghost beast! "

"You ..." Sheng Lingyuan might want to train him for a few words, but it was not the right occasion, so he forcibly returned, and instructed briefly, "Meditate quietly! Don't move, wait!"

Sword Spirit knew that he was doing two things. Even the main players in the battlefield didn't take him seriously. He didn't help him at all. While silently meditating on the consciousness in the place, he listened carefully to the intermittent movement in the sea. After a while, He found that Sheng Lingyuan was using the witch's spell to break the battlefield. At the same time, he faintly heard the sound of Ye Di from the Witch tribe, echoing the spell used by Sheng Lingyuan, and knew that the reinforcements of the Witch tribe had arrived.

"By the way," Jian Ling remembered, "Ling Yuan seems to have contacted Alozin, and the little ghost came pretty fast."

In the Witch's curse, there is a branch dedicated to the fantasy, which can be said to be the nemesis of the beast. This time, it is probably stable. The spirit of the sword spirit is settled, so the group of demon dancing around him is gradually fading. The surrounding illusion is clear. The sword spirit, who was about to be smothered with fat powder, was finally able to catch his breath. He breathed a sigh of relief, which was equivalent to breaking up.

But I do n’t know if it ’s particularly difficult to deal with this battle array. Sword spirit waited for a long time and was almost asleep. The formation method is still solid. He couldn't help, doing nothing in the "buzzing" witch mantra, and gradually, a burst of unexplained upset came out.

He remembered Dongchuan in the witch mantra.

Who can't love Dongchuan?

Dongchuan is a paradise that blocks all killings and blood. Sheng Lingyuan regards it as his hometown. Of course, Jian Ling also loves Dasheng's chalet, and those good days to climb trees and steal pears. But I do n’t know if it was affected by the battlefield or the endless witch curses him with a headache. At this time, he thought of Dongchuan, and while he was kindly nostalgic, he had a little subtle taste.

Qing Xinjue brought the young sword spirit to the depths of his own consciousness, and he was more sensitive to his emotions than ever before-sword spirit suddenly realized what the slight discomfort was like.

"Yes," he realized suddenly. "It's boring."

Just like this time, everyone seemed to be very busy, but he wasn't able to get in, and could only watch beside, bored, as if it didn't exist.

When fleeing, he and Sheng Lingyuan depended on each other, like two young cubs struggling to support the nest together under the storm, squeezed together, the soul and dream were entangled in constant trembling. At that time, Lingyuan was the only one. Waking up and blurting out his name.

But what about Dongchuan?

Dongchuan is so beautiful. There, Lingyuan's world began to become vast and soothing. It was just a decade when the boy began to become less talkative, and Lingyuan spent most of his time thinking about things that had nothing to do with him.

The storm passed, and his little companion got out of the cold and damp lair, and he didn't come back all day and all day. Only he stayed here in solitude, and later realized that the two of them were just close to each other. Does not grow with meat.

These subtle thoughts were usually ignored by him, but this would be like a burr, which took root and sprouted in his heart, making his heart tingle in pain. At this moment, it seemed that he was affected by the fluctuation of his mind, and the disappearing palaces and concubines leveled up around him again and again, making his temple hurt.

Sword spirit sighed inwardly: "Enough!"

I only heard the sound of "Dala" like a crack, and the sword spirit's eyes brightened up. Some wolverine Sheng Lingyuan broke in and grasped the blade of the heavenly demon. The burst broke out. The two knew the sea again, but the fantasy of sword spirit was too late. hidden.

"Little ..." Sheng Lingyuan shouted in his own voice, as if stunned by the "rich" imagination of the sword spirit.

Xuan Yuan “whooted” and rolled the environment left in the sea of ​​consciousness, angrily into anger: “What do you see!”

With foreign aid from the Witch tribe, they finally broke the battlefield and slaughtered the leader.

But for the next few days, every time Sheng Lingyuan thought of what he saw in the battlefield, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and hoped that the joke would last a lifetime. Xuan Yuan chilled him for a few days, was bullied intolerably, and began the Cold War.

He made up his mind to ignore Sheng Lingyuan any more, and let the man say everything, from dawn to night ... until he fell asleep, Sheng Lingyuan took the magic sword into his arms.

Sheng Lingyuan has been sleeping lightly and vigilantly since he was a child. He sits on a regular basis, does not turn over and over, and does not have the habit of sleeping while holding things. At night, he usually puts the sword body on the arm beside the pillow, so he won't get caught in the quilt, so that he won't have to be attacked in the middle of the night to find the sword. Since the birth of the Sky Sword, he has never been so intimate and greasy. The temperature of the teenager's chest has penetrated through the thin lining, covering the sword body. The lining and garlic skin are as thin as they can not cover the heartbeat and blood flow. sound……

If the Sword of Heaven is sweaty, it must have exploded.

"It's still mad." Sheng Lingyuan smiled, and his breath was very close, and sometimes he swept across the sword body, giving people the illusion of ear grind, "I'm not smiling if I don't do it."

The sword spirit in the demon sword “buzzed” in his head and did not hear what he was talking about.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't get a response, so he tightened the sword of Tianmo to his arms, and his face lightly came up, with a husky drowsiness and said, "Don't think about it, chicks ... Brother Lingyuan is not so blessed, this It's enough to have you in your life. "

Sword Spirit clearly did not share his feelings, but suddenly felt that humans have a dry mouth. For a while, something was coming out, he blurted out, "But you always want to marry a wife."

Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes in the darkness and stared at him quietly. There was water in his eyes, and the sword spirit remembered the vaguely naked / back for no reason.

Jian Ling's heart was astringent, but he still tried hard to say in earnest: "Your marriage is a national matter, and what does it have to do with happiness? It's not the younger son of the Orion family to ask his wife."

Sheng Lingyuan buried his face in the sword and laughed lowly.

"Did you eat the wrong thing? What's so funny? Sheng ..." Just when the sword spirit was going to be angry again, suddenly, a strange feeling flowed through the sword body, when he reacted to what it was, The entire sword froze.

It's lips.

Sheng Lingyuan's lips dangled from the demon sword.

Sword spirit felt that all his senses were filled with the touch of the gentle brushing of his lips, and it seemed as if he had forgotten what people said.

Ling Yuan kissed him ... No--Sword Spirit quickly denied his ridiculous thoughts--what was he thinking? It must be that guy who laughed too much, accidentally caught him, and got along day and night. This is inevitable ...

When he was trying to be frank, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly let go of his sword, rolled aside half a person wide, and cleared his throat uncomfortably, pretending that nothing had happened just now, and interpreted Ho in a standard way. For "to cover up."

Sword Spirit: "..."

Jing Ye was silent, and the two were silent at the same time.

After a while, it seemed that even the lights were intolerable, and the flames jumped helplessly a few times.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time and closed their mouths at the same time. Xuan Yuan could almost hear Sheng Lingyuan's heart beating, and the atmosphere finally reached the top of the embarrassment. Sheng Lingyuan laughed at himself and sighed. understand……"

Xuan Yuan interrupted him, "Who says I don't understand?"

Sheng Lingyuan turned his head slightly to the side, his long hair was restrained regularly, his eyebrows were already open, but there was still childishness on his cheeks, and a pair of sword eyebrows couldn't hold the feelings in his eyes, showing signs of flashing.

Sword Spirit couldn't help but crawl out of the Demon Sword's body, leaned little by little, fell on Sheng Lingyuan, stared quietly at the man's eyes, then slowly lowered his head ... He knew that Sheng Lingyuan could not see him, but He could infer his actions from the perspective of sympathy, and a tsunami-like fear and expectation filled his heart.

What if he gets it wrong?

Wouldn't Lingyuan mean that? He can always hear Ling Yuan's words wrong.

Even if you heard me right ... Is he serious or just kidding?

He trembled like this, but he turned his back on his life, and he trembled and touched the tip and lips of Sheng Lingyuan.

And Sheng Lingyuan didn't hide, even when his lips fell, he closed his eyes gently.

At that moment, the sword spirit heard the trembling of the soul and almost felt that he was alive. He broke away from the iron shell and he had flesh and blood.

He has never been so thrilling in his life.

Yan Qiushan could hear God and sat there idly, wondering what memories were brought up, and couldn't help asking: "What then?"

Xuan Yuan glanced at him: "Then I became a cultivation fanatic, preparing for the college entrance exam, and working hard every day. I dreamed every night and I would get my true body the next day. I wanted to touch him with my own hand. . "

Xuan Yuan said, putting the wine glass aside, Yan Qiushan woke up like a dream and returned to God, and asked: "Director Xuan, are you trying to persuade me, sword spirit ... Is it not easy to practice spiritual spirit? I don't care ,in this aspect……"

Xuan Yuan looked up at him and smiled, and Yan Qiushan slightly shook.

He didn't have much contact with Xuan Yuan. Except that he knew that the Xuan Yuan's origin was extraordinary, he always felt that this person was similar to Wang Ze. , Should belong to the most popular young people among colleagues. But with a smile, the faint mole on the corner of his eye flew up, and the undulating contours between his eyebrows were blessed by the dim light in the bar, revealing the gloomy past inside.

A little scary.

"Swallows," Xuan Yuan said lazily, "Don't you hear what's wrong in this section?"

Yan Qiushan: "What?"

"This section is also an illusion. The sympathy between me and your Majesty is made by the fire of the great sacrifice, and Akabuchi is constantly burning, but the illusion of the chief of the Beast Tribe can invade the sea. What is the skill? It ’s so simple and casual. Let our two hairy children break? "Xuan Yuan's fingertips circled around the edge of the cup." Finally, look at me as a scumbag, like the kind of person who can be motivated to say that he is motivated? "

Yan Qiushan: "..."

It's so unreliable.

"But isn't that illusion, the illusion of the beast, all things that let people see fear?"

The leader is dead, with an empty shell left, can stun the world classic horror movie, scaring a lot of field crying father and crying, how come this Suzaku patriarch, is it a sitcom or "the little thing that first loves"?

Is it a special treatment for the same demons?

"I didn't talk about it-I have never been a school bully since I was young, so I didn't realize that there was anything wrong. In that illusion, I have no procrastination and no burnout period. I study hard and improve every day. Of course, I am long, and I have been able to talk to people outside of His Majesty for three years in the college entrance examination. After five years of simulation, I have a sword spirit entity that can run and jump. Ten years later, I personally chopped the demon king, Your Majesty. Also sealed my general. "

"However, the good times are not long. The war of soldiers and horses is over, and His Majesty is almost thirty. At that time, you know that it is not easy to say whether the average life expectancy is thirty. The older generations have grandchildren. Before fighting, he was in various ethnic groups. Playing balance between them, the vacancy of the back position can also be said to be a strategy. Later, the world was unified, and he no longer had an excuse for dragging on. The Empress Dowager and the like began to force marriage together. There are those who occupy the righteousness. Someone who is bitter and has some secret tricks. His Majesty, don't look at his gentle attitude, but his temper is very jerk, and he doesn't eat hard and hard. When he was a teenager, he became a king, and Rong Maji was half a lifetime. Anyway, how can you stand being forced so hard to fight? "

"Fighting with the minister in the foreign court, Dan Li saw it. Dan Li said that I was a magic sword, fascinating, and wanted to get rid of me, so he broke up with Dan Li. The queen queen stood with Dan Li and oppressed him with filial piety. He She simply imprisoned the queen mother. Anyway, in the end, everyone who forced him was liquidated one by one. The more people he killed, the more extreme he became, and he became more and more moody. "

Yan Qiushan heard a horrible battle. All the people who knew the real identity of Sheng Lingyuan went back to make up for the history class secretly, so he heard it at a glance. The things in this illusion were actually inconsistent, but they were inconsistent with historical facts. The order is almost the same.

Although Xuan Ye was naive and naive when compared to a monster like Sheng Lingyuan when he was a child, perhaps it was the tacit understanding connected with the careful God, maybe it was the sensitivity as a sword spirit, he had a kind of precise to weird intuition.

Yan Qiushan opened his mouth, asked what he wanted, and swallowed back.

"You want to ask me what role I played in it?" Xuan Yuan didn't look up. "I didn't do anything, just watched. Until his betrayal left ..."

His voice was getting softer and quieter: "I'm so happy."

Yan Qiushan suddenly felt a layer of coolness along the back of his back.

"The instrumental spirit cultivates the entity, but it is not a human." The public music in the bar happened to be two intervals, and the surroundings calmed down. Xuan's voice seemed to be lower than breathing. "Yan, you are a human, you are not Understand that feeling, people have joy, sorrow, hope, and hope, but there is no instrumental spirit. We are slower to stimulate the outside world than mortals and do not know how many times. When we are imprisoned in the body, we are destined to attach something, even The mirror sometimes feels that the image inside is an incarnation. I can only feel that I exist in the eyes of Sheng Lingyuan. I can't help but attach to him and **** his vitality. The more he suffers for me, the more I will The more realistic he is, the more he betrays his family members, the more I feel like I've caught him. This is the instinctual and morbid nature of cats, eats fish and dogs and eats meat. Yan team, you don't care if you live or die. "

The most terrifying thing that the innocent sword spirit saw in the illusion of the beast was not the horror story of Zhang Yawu claws, nor was Sheng Lingyuan abandoning him for others, but his essence as an instrumental spirit.

He was spoiled by Sheng Lingyuan from an early age. Before that, except that it was sometimes inconvenient to eat, drink, and have fun, he didn't think that the instrumental spirit was inferior to anyone until that day.

He realized that Lingyuan was the emperor ...

And himself, just an ominous magic sword.

"But you ... neither you nor Zhichun ..."

"Neither Zhichun nor I had actually lived before becoming instrumental spirits. Neither of us ever experienced the step of death. In the folklore of the past, once a man became a ghost, he would be different from his life, although those ghosts and gods are ordinary people. Imagine it, but it makes sense. "Xuan Yuan sighed." Furthermore, my sword body was destroyed when I was less than 20 years old. Then I kept the Abyss and was formatted more than thirty times before and after. He died before going crazy. As far as Zhichun is concerned, he should have a good character, but even him, what did he become when he became poisoned in the South China Sea? Did n’t you see it? "

What did Yan Qiushan want to say, Xuan Yuan interrupted him: "I just said, I have driven a lot of instrumental spirits before, don't you wonder where they have gone?"

Yan Qiushan held the cup and clenched his hand, remembering that Zhichun asked him to ask Xuan Yuan's body when his body was damaged, he knew that the result should not be peaceful retirement.

"It's all melted by me," Xuan said. "They work for me. They don't need wages or five insurances and one fund. They just work for a while and get a good death."

"why?"

"Because the device body will rust and break. Once this happens, the device spirit will be disabled along with the device body, but where it is left is random, some devices lack an arm and leg. This is lucky. Yes, some will be blind, some will be deaf, and some will lose sleep, lose their mind, and lose everything you can't imagine. There is no hospital that can treat you. If you can't use the ancient method of the mountain people to destroy Body, these instrumental spirits can only wait for the instrument body to be completely rotten in the long torture, and in the end they have to become lunatics with no dignity. Yan team, you are a metal department, you know how easily the sword can be damaged, right? "

Yan Qiushan was speechless.

Xuan Ye asked the waiter to pay: "I ask today-it's not about you giving up a human ID card, you still ..."

"I can." Without waiting for him to press the QR code for payment, Yan Qiushan interrupted him.

Xuan Yuan frowned slightly.

"I can, Director Xuan," whispered Yan Qiushan, "I thought about it before I came. If it becomes what you said, or the body is broken, you will give me a routine treatment and let me 'glorious retirement' All right."

Xuan Yuan said that he drank hundreds of dollars of drinks, and felt like he was saying it freely. He had a dim sum: "Swallow team, we have no injustice, you let me be a murderer for you twice? Okay, my heart Big, leave me alone, what about Zhichun? Zhichun is very similar to me, similar to the 'congenital' instrumental spirit, not too limited by the body, life is much longer than ordinary instrumental spirits, when you are gone, what do you let him do?"

Yan Qiushan said: "I know that this requirement is excessive, Director Xuan, I just want to ask you to lend me the material of the" Fu Shenglian ", and it will not bother you to do it yourself. As for Zhichun ..."

He smiled: "Did you just say that you were 'formatted'? Could you do me a favor?"

Xuan Yuan: "..."

He remembered that Sheng Lingyuan was going to impose the demon body on him, and then washed away his memory, and instantly replaced Zhichun. If it hadn't been for the drink to be drunk, he almost wanted to stand up and pour the face of the other person.

"I don't do this kind of thing," Xuan Yuan's voice chilled out. "You should go to Sheng Lingyuan for this matter--the handsome guy, it's been a long time. I said how you collect money so inactively, and covet my beauty. What's wrong with me? "

The waiter with two lip rings on his mouth walked over. Not only did he not collect the money, he also put two glasses of mint and cucumber juice in front of them: "Others have bought it, it is beautiful, and let me give you another glass of defeat. ... is that ... over there? "

The waiter glanced in the direction of his finger and found that the table in the corner was already empty: "What about people?"

He turned to Xuan Yuan with a blank face again: "It was ... just now, hell, hell?"

Xuan Yuan, who was still poor with him last second, also disappeared under his nose, leaving only an empty chair with traces of people sitting on it.

The waiter paused for a while, and suddenly had a chill, and didn't dare to answer to Yan Qiushan who was still there. He said politely, "Use slowly" and ran away.

Yan Qiushan faced two glasses of drinks, and the miniature energy sensor in his hand suddenly shocked. He froze, turned around the glass with the sensor, and finally found a transparent "scale" stuck on the glass wall. Yan Qiushan carefully pulled out the small scale-like thing, and it fell on In the palm of his hand, the texture was like a drop of water, trembling, as if it would still flow, and when he touched it, the transparent "scales" unfolded, "flowing" his hand, and almost slipped out.

Yan Qiushan caught it in a hurry, the thing was affixed to the cup, only the fingernails were large, but it was slightly larger than the a3 paper when it was unfolded, and there was a faint silver-like light passing through it. Second angle, I found that it is actually a map full of characters-2k novel reading network