As the last rays of light slowly faded from the zenith of the Nine Shadows, I finally opened my tired eyes, and the soreness filled my limbs, as if I had experienced a fierce battle before.

"Hmm......" I reached out to rub the back of my head, which was slightly painful, but I was surprised to find that the pillow under my head was a little soft.

I was startled and got up, and when I turned around, I saw a fair-skinned and handsome familiar face with a red mark on his forehead.

His eyes were staring at me with eyes as cold as ice, and the green tendons on his forehead were pounding, and he was clenching the crown of his teeth, as if he was enduring something.

"It's Fengyang......" I was shocked.

Seeing him lying cross-legged on the side of the bed, as if he was planning to meditate and cultivate, and I actually slept on his lap last night, no wonder his face was so ugly.

I hurriedly got up and looked around, only to realize that I didn't seem to be lying in my own room, this simple and elegant layout style, except for me, only Fengyang would like this elegant style.

No wonder Jiarou looked at me like that at the time.

She wouldn't think I'm a gay, right?

"Ahem...... Jiarou, listen to my explanation......" I coughed twice in embarrassment, and hurriedly jumped out of bed with a red face.

But suddenly, Feng Yang pounced from behind me, and a choke strangled me to the side of the bed.

"Lin Qingchen, you slept comfortably last night......" Feng Yang's deep voice came from behind him, he almost gritted his teeth with hatred, but he didn't dare to come nonsense, so he had to say angrily: "Anyway, explain this thing, shouldn't you give me a reasonable explanation first?" ”

"What explanation do you want?" I smiled awkwardly.

"For example...... Why did you break into my bedroom and sleep in my bedroom last night? Feng Yang said slightly.

"Yesterday?" When I heard this, I was slightly stunned.

After I lent my body to someone of unknown origin last year, I was broken, and I still remember what I did yesterday.

I struggled to tell him that I didn't remember, and suddenly I felt a cold thing in my hand, I didn't think about it, I instinctively grabbed it and threw it at Feng Yang, and sure enough, Feng Yang let go of his hand in shock in the next moment.

"Feng Yang, you seem to be in charge of a little too much." I struggled, got up from the ground in embarrassment, and scolded without hesitation: "Don't forget, now I am the Demon Venerable, and you, as a minister, dare to control my head?" ”

When I was scolding, my heart was panicked, and my right eyelid kept beating lightly, as if something bad would happen.

Sure enough, when I turned around, I saw a bloody black sword lying beside him, humming softly, like a child who hadn't eaten enough candy.

But Feng Yang was drenched in cold sweat on his forehead, grinning and covering his painful arms.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, confused.

But Feng Yang didn't bother to pay attention to me, and twisted his head to the side indifferently.

It wasn't until Xu Jiarou rushed to him in a panic and asked him how his injuries were, that Feng Yang removed his palm, revealing the deep visible bone wound, and the blood that should have spilled out was all greedily devoured by the black gas that wrapped the wound.

I lowered my eyes, looking at the ink-colored long sword that was also entangled with black gas and engraved with the word Zhuxian, the more I looked at it, the more familiar it felt, and it took a long time to slowly remember, as if this sword was the fierce sword that was sealed by a thousand arrays on the top of Shiyu Mountain before.

Therefore, after I temporarily lent my body to that person, he not only rescued me from the Thousand Arrays, but also helped me pull out the Zhuxian Sword, and also sent me back to Jiuyou safely.

I began to wonder more and more about the identity of that person, why was he so familiar with me and the demons?

On the other side, the black qi left on the wound of Feng Yang by Zhu Xian was still greedy for blood, Zhu Xian had been sealed before, and he hadn't drunk blood for too long, and he couldn't stop being excited when he tasted blood once.

But this, but Xu Jiarou was in a hurry.

Although Feng Yang used to be an immortal, he has now become a fallen immortal, and he is in the same camp as Jiuyou, Xu Jiarou doesn't want him to have an accident, otherwise the demon clan will lose a combat power that can fight in vain.

But in Feng Yang's eyes, he didn't see it that way.

He always felt that Xu Jiarou was worried about him, she should have him in her heart, as long as he had such a meager place in her heart, it would not hurt for him to go to the soup for Xu Jiarou.

The six eyes intersected, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in my heart.

Why does this relationship always make me feel a little messy?

Before I had time to think about it, Xu Jiarou on the side opened her mouth to me in a wailing voice: "Husband, do you have any way, save him first......

"What can I do......" I sighed with a low forehead.

How did I know that I grabbed the Immortal Sword casually, and I threw it on him and injured someone, and I also wanted to make up for it, but the problem was ...... I don't know what to do with this.

I myself was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, Xu Jiarou urged like this, and I suddenly felt that my head hurt even more.

When the book is used, I hate it less, why didn't I read more ancient books of the demon race before? At least make some small troubles, and you can clean up by yourself, right?

Just as I was feeling annoyed, the familiar voice suddenly sounded in my heart: "Suck it." ”

"Suck it?" When I heard this, I was slightly stunned.

At this moment, a black aura suddenly burst out of my body and pushed me violently.

I was caught off guard by it, and suddenly fell on Feng Yang's side, and in Xu Jiarou's surprised gaze, a mouth that didn't have time to exclaim caught his injured arm.

The tip of his tongue licked through his wound, and the tip of his tongue curled, licking off the black qi left on his wound by Zhu Xian, and instinctively swallowed it into his stomach.

In the next moment, there was a thick bloody breath on the tip of my tongue, I got up in shock, pretended to be calm and turned to Xu Jiarou and said: "He's fine, you go and bandage him first, I'll go out for a ......"

With that, I hurried out of the room.

Walking through the corridor, I stood under the Nai He Bridge on the bank of the Lechuan River in a daze, gently raising my hand to wipe the blood stains on my mouth.

I was poured a mouthful of other people's blood, and I always felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.

But that feeling inexplicably made me feel a little familiar.

I always feel as if I have been poured blood once, but I have no image of who or where I was poured out.

I always vaguely feel that I seem to be out of place here, and even a little repulsive to this place.

By the river, I quietly looked at my reflection, and my heart was sour, and the thought of leaving always crossed my mind from time to time.

I want to go, I want to leave, and ...... The white-clothed teenager in the dream is together, and it doesn't matter where he goes.