Tien Shan.

Sanren Zhenjun squatted at the door of the Nianxiao House, looking at the white porcelain bottle in his hand with a sad face, "Hey-", if the stupid apprentice went to Mount Meru one step faster, or the scorpion spirit came out earlier, wouldn't this matter have been solved earlier?

When there is no road, it is all the south wall, and when there is a road, Rome is everywhere, but now it is good, the stupid apprentice brought back the scorpion poison by himself, and Di Chen exchanged the eternal life for the stupid apprentice's eyes to recover,, what kind of bloody bad thing is this!

Forget it, this beep dog's scorpion poison can be regarded as a solution.

"Crunch-" The door of the room opened and a man walked out.

"Sanren, why are you squatting here?" Patriarch Bodhi looked down at the person at his feet, and a trace of warmth crossed his eyes, which was fleeting.

The breeze passed, the golden tassel pendant on the long hair of the Bodhi Patriarch fluttered with the ink hair, the purple brocade robe was embroidered with golden silk auspicious clouds, and the whole person was handsome and full of innate nobility, which made people dare not blaspheme.

As soon as Sanren Zhenjun heard the voice of his beautiful master, he quickly stood up and touched his nose, "Master, is the silly apprentice okay?" ”

Bodhi Patriarch: "It's okay, his mana is gradually awakening." ”

"Oh! That's good. As he spoke, Sanren Zhenjun followed his master's steps and walked out the door, muttering that he didn't know what he was talking about.

Patriarch Bodhi glanced at the Sanren Zhenjun, who was still following him, stopped and stood at the door of his dormitory, and asked, "Sanren, do you have something to tell the master?" ”

Usually when Nianxiao is sick, Sanren will definitely be by his side, but now he is abnormally following behind him, and he can only find himself with something.

The corners of Sanren Zhenjun's mouth twitched, and he said stupidly: "His man is back, and someone takes care of that fool." ”

Patriarch Bodhi nodded, and said in his heart: Indeed, with Emperor Chen, the man who protects his calves like a wolf will definitely take care of Nianxiao.

He raised his eyes and looked at Sanren Zhenjun again, as if waiting for the other party to speak.

Sanren Zhenjun blinked his eyes, silently worded in his heart, organized the language, and said, "That... Master! My apprentice is also your apprentice~, he... Ahem! Anyway, you watched grow up, no matter what kind of grandmother he was after recovering his memory, just looking at him thousands of years ago, Nianxiao's nature is not bad, so ......"

He paused and continued, "So... Will you be on the side of the Emperor, or? ”

The master once said that if Nianxiao recovers his memory, the Three Realms will definitely be in chaos, and the master stood on the side of the Protoss a thousand years ago, so what about a thousand years later?

Is it neutral? Still is...

Patriarch Bodhi lowered his eyes and covered the thoughts in his eyes, he really couldn't escape when he should have come, this is fate...

His thin lips opened lightly, and instead of answering, he asked, "Which side will the scattered people stand on?" ”

Sanren Zhenjun pursed his lips, raised his eyes and looked at the Bodhi Patriarch fixedly, and said: "Master, I have only one apprentice in my life, one day as a teacher and a father for life, he is the ghost king and my apprentice, no matter how much trouble he makes, I am his master." ”

The apprentice killed people and oversold the goods, and the master destroyed the corpse and destroyed the traces. The apprentice robbed the house, and the master let the wind go.

Bodhi Zhenjun hadn't seen such a serious Sanren Zhenjun for a long time, raised his hand and touched his head, and said softly: "I, it's your master." ”

With that, he turned around and disappeared in front of the eyes of the Sanren True Monarch.

Sanren Zhenjun stood in place a little dazed, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and he said to himself: "Well, not only the master, but also..."

The person on the cusp.

……

Laughing in the house.

The man in a blue brocade robe sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring at the red-clothed young man lying down with deep eyes without blinking, as if a person would disappear if he didn't pay attention to the person in front of him, cautious but with a hint of stubbornness, which was vividly displayed on the man's handsome face.

Those who love to the point of cowardice are not cowards.

At this time, Di Chen's mind was replaying it over and over again, and the scene on the top of Mount Meru just now, he confirmed it repeatedly, for fear of missing a detail.

After a while, the cool and thin lips were slightly upturned, it turned out that it was not a dream, his seventeen... Really back.

Reaching out to caress Nianxiao's quiet sleeping face, his cold fingertips slowly swept across his delicate facial features, and every inch of skin was what he was familiar with, obsessed with, and cherished...

"Seventeen, welcome back."

His voice was soft, as soft as a murmur.

Di Chen looked at the sleeping face of the person in front of him, his thoughts drifted away unconsciously, he remembered that thousands of years ago, there was a person as dazzling as light, who once told himself......

"He said: As long as my heart loves you is not extinguished, whether it is a soul scattered or a broken body, I will return to this world, even if the faint blue flame is burned into a crimson sky, I will resolutely become a wisp of incense soul to accompany you in the night breeze, Ah Chen, you have to believe that as long as you are in the place, no matter how difficult the road ahead, I will come back, even if it is to climb back to you."

He said, "Because you are very good, I want to take it for myself." So I don't worry that you will be single in this world and become a lonely person. ”

"Ah Chen, if there really is such a day, you must wait for me with a bright smile."

…… In fact, the man did, and he came back even if his soul was gone.

Seventeen, my seventeen...

My Seventeen...

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The soul drifted in the endless darkness, and the aura of decadence and languidity spread, as if the whole person was trapped in the abyss and could not get out, and the layers of shackles were firmly bound to the body like a charm.

The corners of the handsome young man's mouth hooked up a touch of evil energy, like fish meat fixed on a cross, and the momentum of looking at the world made the surrounding gloomy coldness even more treacherous.

Where is this?

What about Ah Chen?

He looked around calmly, and when he saw that he was wearing the clothes of the ghost king, a trace of clarity crossed his eyes, which was his subconscious.

"Splash boy, you should remember!" A stern voice came from the darkness.

Hearing this, Nian Xiao's pupils opened slightly, and his heart shrank violently, as if he was suddenly pinched by an invisible big hand, and the fine and dense pain spread.

He's the Ghost King... What else does he need to remember?

The severe headache made Nianxiao feel suffocated, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, the shackles wrapped around his soul made a clanging sound, the sound of breathing gradually worsened, and some unfamiliar pictures broke into his brain forcefully and domineeringly.

"Ah——!!h

Nian Xiao, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly started from the bed, he covered his head with both hands, and looked extremely painful.

"Seventeen, what's wrong with you?"