"Uh! you just asked me who you are?" the old man looked pensive with his hands behind his back.

"Please make it clear to the immortals!" the young man respectfully awaited the old man's reply.

"Oh, hahaha... The old man doesn't dare to call himself an immortal in front of you!" the old man quipped.

"Go find Kowloon, take back what belongs to you, and then you will understand everything..."

"Dare to ask the immortals, where can I find the Nine Dragons?"

"Heaven reciprocates, free circulation, yin and yang change, everything is fate..." The old man said quietly.

The young man was at a loss, expecting the old man to continue.

The old man turned his head and looked at the young man, with a smile engraved on his loose skin: "Well, it's almost, you should wake up and go back to the world." After speaking, the figure gradually dissipated in the light, and the light that was gradually swallowed by the darkness was like a slowly closing door, "Bang..." With a bang, the surroundings immediately fell into cold and darkness. The whole body is like a feather that has borne the weight of 10,000 catties, and it is infinitely pulled into the abyss.

The coldness and fear were like an impenetrable cage, gathering from all directions, unscrupulously oppressing his heart. The unknown panic took the form of a large, powerful pincer, which grabbed his throat and squeezed his voice, unable to make a single sound.

Holding a breath in his chest, he wanted to break through the restraints, but he couldn't swim smoothly. Until his face turned red, his muscles burst, his face was distorted, and a stream of hot blood rushed to the top of his head, and his ears were "buzzing..." The roar of the spurt.

The boy's limbs were like hairy crabs that were tied, unable to move, and gradually being dominated by coldness. Anger, unwillingness, despair, and fear are like dark vines that constantly crawl and tear at their hearts.

"Am I going to die? ”

"No..."

"I can't die, I don't know who I am, I don't know who is harming me, I haven't cured Siyu yet..."

"I can't die..."

"Ahh

Suddenly, a powerful force from the depths of the heart burst out. Break through all the shackles and help him scream out loud. Shattered all darkness, shattered all coldness and fear.

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes.

"Hey, why am I in bed?"

"Shhh The left side of his body is so numb that he feels like he can't move" The boy felt as if the left half of his body was being pressed by something and couldn't move.

"Hmm... My head is so swollen and hurts. ”

The boy stretched out his right hand, because his left hand could not move.

He patted his head, and a soft and refreshing aroma wafted into his nose, attracting his attention. Looking at the incense, a beautiful and moving girl was lying beside him. There was a panic in his heart, and when he looked at it, it was none other than Zhang Siyu who he had been thinking about for a long time in his dream. Looking at Zhang Siyu's face, the young man smiled knowingly, it seemed that all the answers had been found.

"Well, I'm back!"

Reaching out to brush away a wisp of green silk stuck to the corner of the girl's mouth, he found that the girl's brows were furrowed and her eyes blinked. The boy looked at the scene in front of him, seemed to remember something, and quickly lay down.

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"Alas, Luhua has called three times, and she is still snoozing..."

"Gotta get up and make breakfast, grandpa will be back later..."

"I don't know how my little brother is, I can't sleep anymore..."

"I'm going to get up quickly, I'm not a little lazy pig, I'm a hard-working little fairy..."

Zhang Siyu had a burst of broken thoughts in his heart, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he finally woke up.

I opened my hazy eyes, propped myself up, slowly raised my head, and rubbed my eyes, but what caught my eyes was a puddle of water on my clothes.

"Hmm... I'm drooling again when I sleep. He frowned involuntarily, disgusted with himself for a while, and reached out to wipe his saliva.

"Huh······"

The left hand that wiped the saliva shook it in disgust.

(Well, at this time, the teenager who pretended to be asleep was already laughing so much that he was about to burst his belly, but due to the situation, he could only endure it and continue to pretend.) Well, it's hard for him. ）

"Ahh Ahh

There was a panic on the bed, and Zhang Siyu's little face was as red as a moon flower outside the window. Raise your head and look around, for fear of being seen in embarrassment.

"Hmm, it's a shame, how can I sleep like this..." Zhang Siyu was flustered in his heart.

As soon as I remembered the indecent sleeping position on the young man's body, I couldn't wait to find a hole and burrow into the ground. In my heart, I was like fifteen buckets of water, seven up and eight down, for fear of being bumped into by others, so I hurriedly looked at the young man.

"It's good that the little brother didn't wake up, if he saw what he just saw, ah... It's so embarrassing, I can't be a man anymore..."

Zhang Siyu's brain was already knotted, his mind was full of the ambiguous scene just now, and his heart was like a sea and a sky.

At this time, the young man almost couldn't hold back his laughter in his heart.

(The boy was shouting in his heart: The author is big, can you not write like this, I really can't hold it back... ）

"This kid is so funny, what a cutie..."

Zhang Siyu stabilized his mood, looked at it, and confirmed that the boy was still asleep and had not woken up. Feeling uneasy, he shook his hand in front of the young man's eyes, and seemed to be unresponsive, so he let out a long breath. He quickly got up from the boy as if he had fled, got dressed, and rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

In the process of dressing, I didn't forget to sneak a peek at the teenager.

"Hey, my little brother's sleeping posture is so handsome... Hehehe..."

"Did I just count him to sleep?

"Ahh Don't be ashamed, Zhang Siyu, you are a big nymphomaniac, and you are stupid..."

Secretly smacked himself a few times, and the center of panic ran away satisfied. Then there was a "ping-pong" sound in the kitchen.

The boy exhaled with a sigh of relief, a happy and satisfied smile. Try to prop yourself up on your hands and half-sit up. I felt all parts of my body, and there was nothing particularly bad about it except for the dizziness of my head. Put on your coat, put on your shoes, and walk slowly into the courtyard.

This courtyard is not big, the last three rooms are the main house, the west is Zhang Siyu's boudoir, the east is Qin Haiyang's bedroom, and the middle is the living room.

There are three rooms in the front, the kitchen to the west, the dining room and tool room to the east, and the entrance and exit door in the middle. The courtyard is surrounded by a fence made of iron fences, and in the middle of the courtyard is a bluestone paved path, which divides the courtyard into two large parts. In the middle of the east piece grew a tall peach tree, the flowers had fallen and were full of fluffy little peaches, which was very cute.

Under the peach tree, some flowers and plants are planted, there are moon seasons, peonies, and cloves. Some have already bloomed, and some are still flowers, a thriving appearance.

A small piece of land in the west has been reclaimed into a miniature vegetable plot, and some small greens and onions and garlic are planted, which are probably eaten by themselves.

There is also a small chicken coop on the west wall near the kitchen, and next to it is a very good fig tree. On the fig tree stood a majestic rooster, "clucking" from time to time. Two voices from the ground. With his head held high, like a general inspecting the army, he looked at the flock of hens below.

Like a curious baby, the boy looked at the surrounding scene with great interest, and every place made him feel very warm and comfortable. I couldn't help but stretch my waist comfortably and stretch my muscles. Looking up, I saw a pair of swallows flying lightly over the yard. The sky is blue and cloudless. I involuntarily took a deep breath, so refreshing.

The "reed flower" on the fig tree somehow chirped again at this time. The voice was unusually loud, which deeply attracted the attention of the teenager.

Zhang Siyu was busy picking up breakfast in the kitchen and getting some chicken food. "Luhua" has been called three times, and a nest of chickens is estimated to be hungry. You can't starve them, you have to count on them to lay eggs, grandpa and little brother need to strengthen nutrition...

Thinking like this in his heart, he moved his hands neatly, filled a large pot of freshly prepared chicken food in a basin, and started to walk to the yard.