Lie Huo Jiao Chou

As the old saying goes, "When the book comes to use, the party hates less", Xuan Yuan's situation may be the other way round-he has too much time, and his style is too low. Therefore, he has read ancient and modern novels, and the reading materials are too rich. For a while, three hundred articles of Fenghua Xueyue serialized each other, overturning the storage space in the brain, and mixing with the warehouse next door to store the "yellow waste", which became an intractable paste. No sound for several seconds.

Sheng Lingyuan laughed, flicked his fingers, opened the iron buckle of the seat belt, raised Xuan Yuan's claws, and pressed on the chest of the "wood chicken": "I heard people say that the birds and birds have a fast pulse ... Oh, sure enough. "

After laughing, he went away.

Xuan Yuan: "..."

He'll do it again!

Sheng Lingyuan turned his back, and then exhaled cautiously, and his own heart beat quickly.

Xuan Ling was not like he was when he was young. He was happy and unhappy, but Sheng Lingyuan was still able to capture every change in his emotions and correspond them one by one with Xiao Jianling who had never met in memory.

It turned out that his eyes would bend when he laughed, and his facial features would look like a moment when he raised his face. It would look best when he was angry and shamed. His eyes were brighter than usual, which made Sheng Lingyuan unable to help but want to tease.

"If not ... I want him now." Sheng Lingyuan lowered his head out of the cabin, raised his hand to cover the glare of the sun, his fingers were translucent with sunlight, and his fingertips trembled imperceptibly. He heard Xuanyu behind him The footsteps caught up quickly, so I quickly put my hands in my pockets, dragging my footsteps like a laziness, hiding that point, and sighing inwardly, "Wait a little longer."

Sheng Lingyuan's stripped Suzaku blood was taken back when he returned to the ontology. He also had six senses and migraine, but he has not been recognized by him, and he has only recently reunited. It felt like a vine took root from his heart, tangled in his veins, and then grew madly on his limbs.

After all, Suzaku's blood and the demon's body are against each other. It takes too long to separate and it takes time to re-run. For Sheng Lingyuan, he doesn't think it hurts. It is far worse than digging, but it is a bit disturbing. Except for the coma, he I haven't been able to fall asleep for the past few days, and it is very difficult to settle in. Every night I can only rely on the movement of Xuan Yuan tossing around the other side.

Only then did Xuanxuan say something, but it was a temporary revelation-although the aircraft was quite stable, the noise was always very loud, making him very tired, and he just failed to stand up.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't dare to be too close to Xuan Yuan. In case of sympathy, now he is not as close as possible to each other's senses as before. It is a trivial matter for the person to be uncomfortable. He is mainly afraid of Xiao Jianling's heart. It can only itch, while waiting for the blood to make up his mind to grow his own color.

When thinking of Xuan Yuan seeing his heart and demon in his own eyes, people are not ghosts or ghosts, and finally burned in Abyss like that pot of gruel, Sheng Lingyuan was a little biting in his throat. Hate can not wash that paragraph in Xuan Ye's memory.

The local branch came to pick them up for a long time. As soon as they landed, they drove them to Qingping Town.

The scenery of the town is good, but it is very remote and quite depressed. There are no industries nearby. Most of the young and middle-aged people go out to work, and the rest of the population lives in the neighborhood to live on farms.

As soon as Fengshen was on the scene, he pulled a cordon around the ancestral hall. As soon as they arrived, Wang Ze took them to a few monitor screens: "The camera was installed when we just went in, and you see."

He pointed at a tombstone facing the camera on the screen. The tombstone still was discolored at this time. The expressionless grandfather “changed in” a seaweed green down jacket, exactly like the King's team. The uncle in the photo had a bewildered face that was well-suited to rest in the soil. Putting on this fashionable green coat, it was a bitter cucumber.

Wang Ze: "Are there any photos to play miracles?"

"The shadow clan was insane before they were transformed. Just take them as bear children and understand." Xuan Yuan said, frowning again. "Strange, where did these shadow clan come from, why haven't they appeared before?" In this case, have the idols in the temple been manipulated? "

"How to do it?" Wang Ze asked. "People have made up three versions of ghost stories."

"It was said that the grave robbers came over to steal things, accidentally bumped into the villagers, pretended to be a ghost and scared people, and the changes in the photos on the tombstone were wiped with chemical reagents-all right, no one would inquire about the specific ingredients. Find a brother afterwards Aggrieved, pretending to be a criminal suspect, performing an arrest and bringing the case back, as for the filmmaker ... "Xuan Yuan thought about it and looked at Sheng Lingyuan," Is there a special sign to trap the filmmaker, isn't it? "

After waiting for Sheng Lingyuan to nod, he remembered something, and his tone was sour: "I won't do it anyway, but I remember you're very familiar, and you can understand cloth."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

At that time, Wang Yuyu was presented with a well-packed little shadow man, and was forcibly interrupted by Dan Lifu and sealed. Sheng Lingyuan turned his sword in front of him, and turned away, but turned around and gave the guard a frozen unsealing symbol, and ordered him to quietly put him on the carriage of the mountain messenger. In this way, the alpine man returned to the road, and as soon as the ice on the unsealing sign was melted, the rune would be revealed, which could remove the seal on the little shadow man. Anyway, the pearl mussel that the shadow man lived in was broken, and once unblocked, he was able to escape freely, and he had to return to the Gaoshan tribe.

Wang Yuyu this time made himself clever to offend the human race, and the shadow man will definitely not have a good end when he returns. They were originally a race of natural spirits, limited by nature, they could not help themselves, and it was pitiful to be thrown back and forth like objects, so there was no need to kill them.

The sword spirit hidden in the demon sword actually knows that Ling Yuan itself is not an emotionally exposed person. Most of the time, he is calm and a little cold, and there is not so much emotion to reveal.

Basically acting, such as "outrage", "pressing your heart", "stretching a long sigh" and even "tears" when necessary. Because as an emperor, I want to respond to every need. It is not enough to rely on "reason". In the end, it depends on "love". How to grasp the degree and evoke the empathy of all people steadily. Instinct in the bones. The sword splits the pearl mussel, just to warn Wang Weiyu who dares to guess what he wants, he does not use real fire, and it is not necessary to anger at a poor little shadow family.

Sword Spirit and Sheng Lingyuan are familiar with each other. However, Sheng Lingyuan's reaction and handling methods have long been guessed, but somehow, Sword Spirit is uncomfortable, shut his mind unilaterally, and awkwardly turned into awkwardness.

Sheng Lingyuan soon realized it, but said helplessly, "What happened to you?"

Jianling Yinyang strangely said: "The teacher is watching, you are not sorry that you haven't been able to leave that shadow clan."

Sheng Lingyuan turned the bamboo slips in his hands and replied softly, "When is it now, am I missing that soft underbelly?"

When Jian Ling heard it, he was even more angry—this meant something beyond the words, or if he didn't want to be distracted by the war now, he would leave that shadow figure?

Also "weak"!

The sword spirit floated out of the sky demon sword, stood a few steps away, angry and annoyed, and pretended that it was nothing: "I don't think you should leave a private seal for others, just send someone to cut off the shadow clan. In any case, the King of the High Mountains will not sue the teacher, and the shadow tribe will not be seen as a shadow in the future. "

Sheng Lingyuan: "Little nonsense, I still have something to do, go out and play by yourself ..."

"If you really don't want him transformed, I heard people say that the shadow dealer has a special seal that allows the shadow clan to sleep for many years. They often use it when transporting goods, saving the shadow clan from being taken away by unrelated people on the road. "Jian Ling interrupted him." It's better, you're busy, I'll find it for you. "

Sword Spirit said, he had to come out of the window. Although Jian Ling closed his thoughts, the sympathy was still there. Sheng Lingyuan could feel his perspective, he threw a pen, and chased to the window: "Chick!"

Sword spirit seemed to be thinking about the sympathy and closed his eyes. Sheng Lingyuan didn't know where he was going for a while, but sighed and leaned against the window.

They had just won a battle and recaptured the three cities in one fell swoop. The original demons who had occupied here died and the inner city burned out. They had to settle in the post outside the city and clean up the mess.

There were few people outside the window, a depression, but the spring light ignored. As usual, the vegetation was rich and lush, the birds and nests were built, and everything was awake. A pair of rabbits chasing each other ran under the window root, which made people excited.

The sword spirit wandered around and was swept up and down by the spring breeze, blowing upset.

He heard that even if it was a hard-hearted person, when they saw the shadow slaves, they couldn't help but feel indifferent to the shadow slaves.

When the shadow figure came out of the pearl mussel to change shape, Jian Ling clearly felt that Ling Yuan's mind was shaking, but he hadn't finished the shape yet, he couldn't see whether it was round or flat. What shocked him? Is the filmmaker so attractive?

Jian Ling's heart was piercing, the more unhappy he was, the more he couldn't help but think about Sheng Lingyuan's expression and eyes at that time, the more ruminating and the more angry, something stuck in his throat.

How can Lingyuan look at others?

Lingyuan has always been connected to his mind, how can he be shocked for others?

Lingyuan ...

The sword spirit suddenly had an impulse and rolled back to Sheng Lingyuan's study like lightning.

Lingyuan is ...

Sheng Lingyuan turned his back to him, standing by the window, holding the blade of the heavenly sword in his hand. Sword Spirit will block the thoughts, but it is not yet possible to block the senses. If he doesn't want him to see his vision, he will only close his eyes. This will be felt once Sheng Lingyuan returns. He didn't look back, just sighed, "Come back, aren't you up?"

"Lingyuan is mine."

Jian Ling came up with such a clear thought.

He stood behind Sheng Lingyuan and looked at him a few steps away-that was the scene where Xuan Yuan later sealed his memory countless times but was still lingering in his dream.

Just as he could feel subconsciously, something was coming out.

He wanted to seal the doors and windows to death, to isolate all "bright people, shadow people", and block out the spring light.

For the first time, he desperately wanted to repair the entity and hold that person into his hands. If not, then he is willing to turn into a cloud of smoke, dust, and water, occupying all the seven functions and features of Sheng Lingyuan, so that he can only see himself in his eyes, can only hear himself in his ears, and can only touch himself-

Xuan Yuan cleared his throat and pulled back his thoughts of running away. The director sternly raised his chin toward Sheng Lingyuan and said to Wang Ze, "Listen to him."