The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

There was a slight touch on Shen Liuxiang's cheeks, and he was shocked, his eyes fell on Zhou Xuanlan, and his eyes fluctuated.

In broad daylight, he actually pressed his Nascent Soul Pro? !

Zhou Xuanlan hurriedly explained: "No... Master, I can't control him for the time being."

He tried to recall Yuan Ying, but the other party didn't listen to his orders at all.

On the side, Hua Splash was stunned, looked at the two Nascent Souls, and then looked at the two real bodies: "Could it be that both of your Nascent Souls have self-awareness?"

Yuan Ying was transformed by Yuan Shen and should be completely controlled by the real body, but in this situation, Hua Yan can only think of one possibility. In addition, so that Nascent Soul is not under their control.

Shen Liuxiang did not expect that Zhou Xuanlan was the same as him, and was stunned for a while, looking at the two small figures lying entangled on the tea table.

... If you are bullied, you will be bullied back!

I don't know if I heard his heart, the little Nascent Soul, who was lying on the salted fish before, puffed out his cheeks, raised his two small hands, and pushed away the person above.

"Go on!"

Shen Liuxiang was excited, and after shouting "snack", he covered his mouth and blinked to meet the apprentice who cast his eyes, "Just a punch, it doesn't hurt."

But Little Yuan Ying didn't do what he wanted. He wasn't angry at all for being taken advantage of. He sat up unhurriedly, resting his cheeks with both hands, and tilted his head to look at Zhou Xuanlan, who went back to meditate.

A strand of red hair swayed in the wind, and Xiao Yuanying smiled.

Shen Liuxiang: "..."

This couldn't be his Yuan Ying, or his Yuan Ying was actually stupid.

Shen Liuxiang's phoenix eyes stared at him, and he vaguely felt that the latter was the truth. A normal Nascent Soul should be exactly the same as his real body, but his Nascent Soul looked like a child.

The small round face that has not lost the baby fat looks very sensual.

Shen Liuxiang walked over, poked his fingers lightly, and saw a small pit in the snow-white face.

Yuan Ying looked at him sideways and blinked suspiciously.

At the same time, Shen Liuxiang felt that his cheek was stabbed, and withdrew his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly. Although Nascent Soul was weird, he still had business to do.

He used the spiritual power in his palm and probed towards the little Nascent Soul, intending to use the spiritual power to detect the position of Zi Gu.

But just a moment before the touch, Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul suddenly moved, like a flash of lightning, the movement was unbelievably fast, he took it away in the blink of an eye, and jumped to the window sill.

The sleeve robe rolled, and he raised one arm, blocking Shen Liuxiang's Yuan Ying, and protecting the person behind him.

Although he was only the size of a slap, the ferocity revealed from his entire body at this moment shocked everyone in the room, especially when his eyelids were lifted, Ruyuan's black eyes were completely exposed, his thin lips were slightly open, exuding a suffocating aura. .

Shen Liuxiang was already in the realm of spirit transformation, and he felt his heart skip a beat, and Hua Splash on the side also changed his face. Zhou Xuanlan was the only one with a good face, but he stared at Yuan Ying and slowly frowned.

"No one is allowed to touch him in this seat."

A low voice sounded in the room, and it was heavily clasped in the hearts of several people.

Shen Liuxiang's head "boomed", his face was horrified, and he looked at the cold-faced little figure in disbelief.

"This seat" is a self-proclaimed name commonly used by Zhou Xuanlan in the later period of the original work.

Shen Liuxiang looked at Zhou Xuanlan subconsciously.

Zhou Xuanlan looked displeased, strode over, stood in front of him calmly, then looked at the vicious Nascent Soul on the windowsill, with a cold tone, "Who are you murdering?"

Yuan Ying looked at him: "In short, don't touch him."

Zhou Xuanlan's Yuan Ying leaned over to pick up a branch, drew a line on the windowsill, and turned to Yuan Ying behind him and said, "Don't step over this line."

After all, he sat down with his knees crossed, and did not miss any moment to meditate.

The room was quiet for a moment, and Hua Splash was the first to speak: "Fox, I'll go first, I don't know anything, you continue."

Hua Splash knew with her toes that something was wrong, the Nascent Soul of Shen Liuxiang was nothing, but Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul was too weird. The pressure from a little Nascent Soul made him kneel. There must be something big.

There might be a big secret.

Hua Splash was not curious, just wanted to protect himself, so he left without hesitation.

The door slammed shut, and Zhou Xuanlan was silent for a moment: "I'll take back Nascent Soul."

Shen Liuxiang: "There's something weird, let's figure it out."

Shen Liuxiang was full of doubts, if this was the original Zhou Xuanlan, why should he protect his Nascent Soul? In the novel, 'Shen Liuxiang' never came back on the way to death. He devoted his life to getting rid of his rival, Su Bai Che, and helping Ye Bing. Ran eliminated Zhou Xuanlan, his rival in love, and died in the second half.

If it is the mysterious master of the book, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible to make such an action.

Shen Liuxiang said in a low voice, "We will observe in secret."

Said to be observing secretly, but in fact, he was sitting in the room aboveboard, drinking tea and looking at two small figures on the windowsill.

Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul meditated motionlessly, without the help of a formation, the spiritual energy around him was constantly approaching him, and the whole body was full of desire.

But he frowned, his face sullen, still dissatisfied with the concentration of spiritual energy.

On the other side, Shen Liuxiang's Yuan Ying was lying on his side on the windowsill, raised his head with one hand, looked at him for a while, yawned bored, heard the noise of the street downstairs, raised his eyebrows, and stuck his head out to take a look.

Not knowing what to see, he hurried to the person who was meditating.

He raised his hand and patted his left shoulder, but the other party ignored it, and patted his right shoulder, but the other party still ignored it.

Shen Liuxiang's Yuan Ying pouted slightly, and his face was full of dissatisfaction, so he stood up and moved his toes back and forth along the horizontal line of the windowsill, trying frantically.

Shen Liuxiang said silently: Step over.

What are you afraid of, he is not so timid Nascent Soul!

Probably feeling this powerful thought, Xiao Yuanying glanced at Shen Liuxiang, one foot crossed the horizontal line, and the other foot was dragged back before he could lift it up.

Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul sank, his eyes spitting fire, as if he was going to swallow the little thing in front of him.

Then he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and jumped off the window sill.

Shen Liuxiang's expression changed, and he was about to move when Zhou Xuanlan pulled him, "It's okay, he can't lose it."

After a while, Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul reappeared.

The little figure jumped up, carrying a string of candied haws that were taller than others on his shoulders, and fell back to the window sill.

Holding a wooden stick in both hands, he tapped the head of Sinking Liuxiang Yuan Ying with a hawthorn wrapped in sugar on the top.

He still said fiercely: "You are the primordial spirit, you can't eat, don't bother me with this little thing!"

Shen Liuxiang's Nascent Soul sat down with half a bunch of huge candied haws in his arms, opened the candy wrapper, and explained, "If you don't eat it, just taste it."

After all, he picked up a sugar-coated hawthorn, lowered his head and licked it, his eyes lighted slightly.

"It tastes good, do you want to try it?"

He said, holding up the sugar hawthorn to Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul, but was avoided.

The other party pushed Hawthorn away in disgust, leaned over and touched his mouth skillfully, his face light and calm, "It's really good."

The two people who witnessed the whole process in the room froze invariably. Shen Liuxiang took the lead and said, "I suddenly remembered something, let's take a step first."

After saying that, he planned to leave, but Zhou Xuanlan held him back: "Master, wait, he is going to change places."

Shen Liuxiang paused and saw his own Nascent Soul put down the candied haws and jumped off the window sill with a small hand.

The two chased after him.

Seeing a familiar plum tree, the memory of last night in the pool rushed to my face, Shen Liuxiang felt a little hot reflexively on the back of his neck, and reached out and rubbed it.

Zhou Xuanlan frowned: "Zi Gu is restless again?"

Shen Liuxiang shook his head: "It's okay."

He looked at Nascent Soul who was sitting cross-legged by the pool. The spiritual energy condensed around his body was several times thicker than before. He must have come here because of the abundant spiritual energy in this place.

Shen Liuxiang's Nascent Soul looked around the circle, saw plum blossoms in full bloom everywhere, stretched his calves and wandered around.

After getting familiar with the environment, he jumped up on a plum tree and shuttled between the branches and leaves.

After a while, the small figure sitting peacefully by the pool was hit on the head by a plum blossom that fell from the sky.

A certain Zhang Jun's face darkened.

On the other side of the treetops, there was no wind, and Shen Liuxiang Yuan Ying lowered his head and tried to hide his figure. Through the gaps in the leaves, his bright eyes looked nervously at the figure by the pool.

But it was soon discovered that the other party only twisted his eyebrows and remained motionless.

He was not very satisfied with the result, without saying a word, he threw another plum blossom, and threw it precisely on the head of the figure by the pool.

This time, Zhou Xuanlan's Yuan Ying suddenly opened his eyes, looked towards the treetops, saw the little trouble hidden behind him like a frightened bird, and walked away without looking back.

He snorted coldly and closed his eyes again.

But not long after, another plum blossom with a delicate fragrance came.

Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul was extremely angry, his gloomy eyes stared at the small figure jumping between the trees, and he raised his hand to use his spiritual power.

"Look how you throw it!"

The little Nascent Soul on the tree suddenly lost his happiness.

But soon, he rolled his eyes, regrouped, and jumped up and down the plum tree, busy and fiddling for a long time.

It didn't take long for Shen Liuxiang to see his Nascent Soul jumping down from the branch, the hairband was loose, a few strands of black hair hung down on his fair cheeks, and his clothes were covered with gray.

He rushed to the edge of the pool in three or two steps, raised his hand and knocked on the defensive circle, but the figures inside turned a deaf ear.

Shen Liuxiang's Yuan Ying knocked for a while, and found that the other party was still ignoring him. He lowered his head, puffed out his cheeks, and whispered, "Open your eyes and look at me."

Yuan Ying's eyebrows in the defense world moved slightly, but he still opened his eyes.

Seeing the person in front of him with messy hair, just making a fuss on the tree, his whole body is dirty, he frowned: "Tie your hair."

Shen Liuxiang's Yuan Ying nodded, raised his hand high, his sleeve robe slipped down, revealing two forearms like jade lotus roots, his fingers worked hard enough behind his head.

A moment: "...not enough."

Shen Liuxiang, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help laughing.

Zhou Xuanlan's Yuan Ying noticed, glared at the two of them from the air, then withdrew the defense circle, got up and came to the dejected little Yuan Ying, untied the loose hair tie, and folded the soft black hair in one hand, which looked like a model. Braid his hair like that.

In a moment, a slanted ponytail appeared.

Shen Liu rang Nascent Soul: "Are you all right?"

Zhou Xuanlan Yuanying immediately untied the belt, busy with his hands, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'll give you a good-looking bundle."

Dash: "Are you okay?"

Zhou Xuanlan Yuanying was silent for a moment, then loosened the red satin headband again, and her black hair was scattered, "I think you look best without your hair tied."

In front of him, Yuan Ying narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

After a long while, he took small steps and walked to the edge of the pool, trying to look down at the reflection on the water, but his head stretched out a little, and his body didn't stand firm.

With a "pop", he fell into the pool in an upside down posture.

In the distance, Shen Liuxiang's body was cold, and he felt a sense of suffocation in an instant. Fortunately, Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul reacted very quickly, jumped into the water, and lifted the wet little figure out.

Xiao Yuanying spat, looked up at her gloomy eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

"It was accidental," he took out a bunch of bracelets from his arms, trying to distract the other party, "I forgot to give it to you just now."

Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul looked down and saw the bracelet handed over, made of red plum blossoms strung with blue silk.

He accepted it without saying a word, raised his hand to dry the wet Nascent Soul with his spiritual power, then looked at the sky and felt that time was running out, so he looked at the person in front of him.

The other party stepped back vigilantly, "I'll give you a gift."

"I want to gather spirits and not be disturbed."

When the voice fell, he grabbed the little Nascent Soul who wanted to escape, jumped up to the tree, tied his wrists with a red hair band, and wrapped it around a treetop.

"Stay honest here, and I'll untie it for you when the gathering is over."

Shen Liuxiang's Yuan Ying couldn't break free, so he bit his hairband in anger, biting continuously, and when he couldn't even see the figure, he became sullen.

The figure by the pool is still there.

In the distance, Shen Liuxiang narrowed his phoenix eyes and glanced meaningfully at the person beside him, "Do you like to tie me up?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "...disciples dare not."

Shen Liuxiang chuckled lightly, touched his chin, and talked about the business: "We two Yuan Ying seem to know each other."

Every move looks familiar.

Zhou Xuanlan nodded: "There is something wrong with Master Yuan Ying."

Shen Liuxiang: "Your Nascent Soul is not right."

After speaking, the two fell silent at the same time, and turned their eyes to the Plum Blossom Pond again.

Unknowingly, at night, the bright moon hung high, and Yuan Ying by the pool finally moved, dodging and landing on the treetops.

The small figure on the branch fell asleep, the black eyelashes were drooping, the white tender face was turned sideways, the cheeks on both sides were slightly bulging, and the breathing was light and long.

Zhou Xuanlan's Nascent Soul untied the hair band, rubbed the two wrists with red marks, and helped the person sit up, then brought his head close, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and touched them lightly.

After a while, wisps of pale white light slowly radiated from his body and turned into Shen Liuxiang's Nascent Soul.

At the same time, a vast and boundless spiritual energy appeared in the entire silent plum blossom forest.

Shen Liuxiang's forehead was slightly warm, and he was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he realized that Zhou Xuanlan's Yuan Ying had accumulated a day's spiritual energy and gave it to his Yuan Ying.

This is... raising his soul!

After a long time, Zhou Xuanlan on the top of the tree wrapped his arms around his waist and crossed his legs with the other, and picked up the sleeping little Nascent Soul.

Clothed in the moonlight, he jumped down from the tree.

"This seat will definitely bring back your primordial spirit."