sinovels Chapter 31 One Night
Chapter 31 One Night
Yan Yu stared at the yellowed book for a long time, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, his eyes were full of surprise.
This book is...
Yan Yu's gaze slowly moved upwards, moving to Xie Zhiwei's cold and indifferent face, and met his eyes full of hatred.
Yan Yu: "..."
The feeling of nostalgia in his heart cooled instantly, and he seemed to fall back to reality from the memory.
The reality is that he and Xie Zhiwei are old enemies. They died together in the previous life, and they will never die with each other, facing each other with swords.
Yan Yu calmed down his chaotic thoughts a little bit, twitched the corners of his mouth, raised a shallow smile, and asked in a friendly manner: "Xie Xianjun, where did you get the book in your hand?"
Xie Zhiwei disdained to share her past with him, and coldly refused: "It's none of your business!"
Yan Yu touched his nose, but he was still cheerful, and continued to ask: "Then...why is Xie Xianjun staring at me in the middle of the night?"
Xie Zhiwei choked in his throat, unable to get up or down.
He lowered his eyes, looked away from Yan Yu's face, and snorted: "Hmph! I'm just watching you to prevent you from going out and making trouble!"
Yan Yu was amused by him, and the fake smile on his face turned into a real one.
He thought the man's words were really interesting.
Xie Zhiwei can't beat him now, if he wants to do bad things, Xie Zhiwei is powerless to stop him.What's the point of watching him day and night?
"Then, you have to watch me carefully," Yan Yu deliberately provoked him, and said with a half-smile, "I like to kill people in my dreams, and I can sleepwalk. I will kill anyone I meet. Xie Xianjun, you must pay attention Power, don't let me run out of the cave and start a killing spree!"
"you--!"
Knowing that these words were full of provocation, Xie Zhiwei was still provoked, and anger rose on his ice-like face.
When he thought of the poor Wu Ming who died, he was really worried that the ignorant devil in front of him would turn the secret realm into a sea of blood, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
I saw his slender fingers dancing in the air, pinching out a binding formula, turning a little bit of spiritual power into several slender iron thorns, and flying towards the haystack where Yan Yu was.
These iron thorns are encircling, and once they hit the ground, they can form a small cage, trapping Yan Yu in it.
"A gentleman moves his mouth but doesn't move his hands," Yan Yu frowned, flexibly dodging the iron thorns, and continued, "Xie Xianjun, we only chatted for a few days, why are you so impatient?"
Xie Zhiwei knew that he was not Yan Yu's opponent now, but tonight he was bored and just wanted to vent and have a good time.
Spiritual Qi swelled around him, blowing his white robe and making noises, like churning snow-colored waves.
Xie Zhiwei wanted to vent his bad breath on his dead friend, and he had endured it for too long in this life, so the second attack was a big move.
He stretched out his hands forward, carrying energy and twisting a vortex in mid-air, which contains the rules of Yin-Yang and Eight Diagrams, which has the power to destroy the world and is extremely lethal.
If this move hit Yan Yu, at least he would be seriously injured.
However, seeing the vortex of spiritual power getting closer and closer to the opponent, Yan Yu didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it.
The black-haired, black-eyed devil had a smile on his face, his eyes as deep as cold pools looked at him quietly, neither fighting back nor dodging.
Xie Zhiwei was wondering, when he saw a handsome young figure standing between Yan Yu and him.
"Stop!" Xie Shi shouted loudly.
He was talking about you, not you.
Xie Zhiwei realized that he was the only one Xie Shi scolded, so he gritted his silver teeth, forcibly suppressed the depression in his heart, flicked his sleeves lightly, and waved away the spiritual vortex flying towards Yan Yu's direction.
Affected by the air wave when the move was made, the cave was blown into a mess, the bonfire was extinguished, and charred wood and black ashes were scattered all over the place.
The dry haystack where Yan Yu had rested was also scattered, and some of the hay even floated into the muddy puddles outside and was drenched by the rain.
Seeing that Xie Zhiwei withdrew his hand, Xie Shi heaved a sigh of relief, turned around, and checked Yan Yu's condition with concern.
He ran his hands around Yan Yu's body to confirm that there were no obvious major wounds, "Brother Xiu Ling, are you not injured?"
Yan Yu stroked his soft hair soothingly, smiled and shook his head.
Xie Shi's heart was still filled with the fear of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.He knew that in terms of strength, Yan Yu could definitely beat the current Xie Zhiwei, but he still didn't want his elder brother Xiuling to get hurt, even if it was a small injury.
He couldn't help but hugged Yan Yu's body tightly, buried his face into his neck, and felt his fresh body temperature.
Yan Yu thought it was funny, bent his fingers, tapped the back of his jet-black head, and jokingly said, "You really treat me like a porcelain doll? Can you touch me or hurt me?"
Xie Shi didn't answer, and silently hugged him tightly, wishing to melt into his own flesh and blood.
Xie Zhiwei on the side looked at the two brothers who were hugging each other intimately in front of him, and remembered the phrase "Brother Xiuling" that Xie Shi had just yelled, and almost understood everything.
The two of them had recognized each other a long time ago, but deliberately pretended not to know, just to conceal him.
As for the so-called conflict, it is estimated that they have reconciled long ago.
In the messy cave, Xie Zhiwei's complexion was very bad, his eyelashes trembled, as if a layer of frost had condensed.
He bent down, picked up the book that he put on the ground during the battle, carefully brushed off the dust on the surface, and put it in his arms.
The book in his arms was cold and cold, but his most hated old enemy was snuggling warmly with his reincarnation.
Complicated emotions were entangled in Xie Zhiwei's eyes, and finally turned into a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.
How ironic!He thought, in this world, the innocent die and the perpetrators live happily.
Xie Zhi lowered his thin eyelids slightly, the corners of his mouth were straightened, and the expression on his face returned to indifference.The figure in white gradually became transparent and blurred, like the hazy morning mist at sunrise, and disappeared in place without a sound.
He returned to the depths of Xie Shi's sea of consciousness.
Xie Zhiwei disappeared simply, and didn't glance at Yan Yu again, so that he missed Yan Yu's flickering eyes at the moment when he left.
That book, Yan Yu remembered, was when he met a friend named Xie Hengzhi under the false name of Wu Ming when he was inquiring about Yuan Mansion...
Now, only Xie Shi and Yan Yu are left in the cave.
There is no bonfire to illuminate the cave, and it is in darkness and tranquility. Outside the cave, the wind and rain never stop, and the rustle of rain falling on the ground can be clearly heard.
Xie Shi grabbed Yan Yu's hand hanging by his side, and asked in a muffled voice, "Brother Xiu Ling, do you feel cold?"
He clenched Yan Yu's slightly cold fingertips, pulled them to his mouth, and breathed out.
"My brother's hands are so cold, I'll warm him up." Xie Shi said.
Hearing his voice, Yan Yu recovered from his thoughts, smiled, withdrew his hand, and explained: "I have always had cold hands and feet, and I am used to it."
Xie Shi was not reluctant, grabbed Yan Yu's hand again, wrapped it with both hands, and persistently wanted to warm his hands.
Seeing his childish actions, Yan Yu couldn't help laughing, and reminded: "Xiao Shi, how old are you?"
Xie Shi snorted, and replied: "No matter how old I am, brother Xiu Ling is my favorite brother. Isn't it natural for a younger brother to want to be nice to his brother?"
The 16-year-old boy's voice is as clear as a stream, but his tone of voice is still as charming and cute as an ignorant child.
Yan Yu was powerless to refute, so he had no choice but to let him go.
After warming Yan Yu's hands for a while, Xie Shi took out a pile of firewood from the storage space and lit a bonfire on the ground again to dispel the darkness and chill in the cave.
The two sat together in front of the campfire, stretching out their hands to warm the fire.
During the period, Xie Shi threw a few sweet potatoes into the fire.The flames roast the sweet potatoes until their skins are blackened, but the insides exude a tempting aroma that makes people salivate.
Xie Shi wrapped the warm roasted sweet potato with a handkerchief and handed it to Yan Yu.
Yan Yu took it, tasted it, and gave Xie Shi a thumbs up.
There was a smile on Xie Shi's face, with a bit of shyness, but his eyes were as bright as stars.
He also picked up a roasted sweet potato and ate it happily.
It's just that when he was eating, he still watched Yan Yu's movements without blinking, as if watching this man eat roasted sweet potatoes would make the food in his hands more delicious.
Yan Yu noticed that he was staring at him intently, and teased, "See if I can make your food more delicious?"
"En!" Xie Shi did not refute, but nodded heavily.
Yan Yu smiled helplessly.
He thought that Xie Shi was talking poorly to him, so he didn't take it to heart.
In the secret place, the wind and rain are blowing and the trees are breaking down, but this cave is peaceful and full of warmth.
"Chen Yu, is Brother Xiu Ling's previous identity?"
In the warm atmosphere of the cave, Xie Shi suddenly spoke.
Yan Yu paused while eating roasted sweet potatoes, then turned to look at Xie Shi, the bonfire reflected on his face, making his cheeks and eyes red.
Yan Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and asked Xie Shi: "Xiao Shi, why are you asking this suddenly?"
Xie Shi held a dead branch and fiddled with the firewood under the flames to make them burn more fully.
"I guessed it," he said, "1000 years ago, Chen Yu took No.1 on the Lingxiao Tianjiao list, and my previous life said that he only took No.2 at that time. I thought, who can compare Is the Son of God still powerful?"
He turned his head and stared at the person beside him with clear eyes, "In my eyes, brother Xiu Ling is the strongest in fighting, and Chen Yu's experience just fits this point."
"And I guess, the reason why Chen Yu was only able to refine Qi when he was 13 years old, there may be another reason besides the late enlightenment." Xie Shi continued with a complicated expression, "Maybe Chen Yu is not good at cultivating immortals, and his aptitude for cultivating immortals is poor."
Now that this point has been said, Yan Yu has no chance to deny it.
With a bitter smile, he looked away from Xie Shi's face, looked at the dancing flames on the pyre, and praised: "Xiao Shi, you are quite clever."
This is tantamount to admitting.
Xie Shi was not in a good mood, he realized that if Yan Yu was Chen Yu, then Yan Yu would have endured all the sufferings that Chen Yu suffered.
The corners of his mouth collapsed, he rushed over, and sat next to Yan Yu.
"Oh, let me go, don't squeeze me into the fire." Yan Yu reminded, dumbfounded.
Only then did Xie Shi move his body to the side.
The cave suddenly became very quiet again, only the crackling of the fire.
In the silence, Yan Yu asked suspiciously: "Xiao Shi, don't you want to ask me more about the past?"
Xie Shi shook his head firmly.
Yan Yu asked with a dumbfounded smile, "Why?"
"Because that's meaningless," Xie Shi said, "No matter what brother Xiu Ling has experienced in his previous life, my heart for you will not change in this life. And..."
Xie Shi lowered his eyes, held Yan Yu's hand with his hand on his side, and said with a bitter expression on his face, "Even if Brother Xiu Ling is relieved now, when he talks about those sad past events, he still feels sad. It will be painful."
"I don't want brother Xiu Ling to let himself fall into the sorrow of the past again just to tell me about the past."
Having said that, Xie Shi raised his eyes, looked at Yan Yu, and smiled with comfort in his eyes.
However, Yan Yu noticed that the corners of Xie Shi's eyes glowed moistly under the light of the fire.
He couldn't help stretching out his fingers, trying to wipe away his tears, but Xie Shi deftly dodged it.
Xie Shi was already very proficient in this kind of thing, he quickly wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, as for the tears rolling in those eyes, he forcibly endured them back.
"I don't want to see Brother Xiu Ling get hurt, even if it's a small wound."
Yan Yu's outstretched hand stopped in the air, paused for a while, and then retracted it.
Looking at Xie Shi who no longer had tears in his eyes, the corners of Yan Yu's own eyes became moist instead.
He was born with a demon seed, and he lived in blood and fighting since he was a child. The demon cultivator wanted to kill him to establish his prestige, and the immortal cultivator wanted to kill him to stabilize the world.
In the previous life, no one had ever treated him sincerely and regarded him as a friend or relative after knowing his identity as a demon.
And in this life, he was born under the name of Shen Xiuling. Although he still hasn't shaken off the shackles of the devil's physique, there are people who are willing to accept him, tolerate him, and care about him sincerely.
One is Shen Yuanmin, his own father in this life, and the other is the neighbor's younger brother who he wanted to kill at first.
Looking at the flames jumping in front of him, Yan Yu felt that his heart was warmer than this bonfire.
He lowered his head, covered his eyes with his hands, and concealed the expression in them.
Although Xie Shi told him not to recall his previous life, Yan Yu couldn't help but think of his biological father in the previous life.
Immortal Wenyuan can predict the destiny, and from the moment he reunited with him, he knew that he was a demon, and he would bring disaster to the world in the future.Therefore, he never regarded him as his own son, but only regarded him as a useful knife to achieve his reputation as a famous teacher in the endless beast fights...
"Hey! I won't allow it!" Xie Shi suddenly rushed over and hugged Yan Yu's waist tightly, interrupting his memory.
Yan Yu came back to his senses, and asked in confusion, "No what?"
With a straight face, Xie Shi pinched his chin, made him look at him, and solemnly declared: "I won't allow you to think about those sad past events in your heart."
Yan Yu smiled, and said with emotion: "Xiao Shi, you are so overbearing, you don't care what I think."
Xie Shi was very stubborn, and said sonorously: "If you don't allow it, you don't allow it."
"Brother Xiuling had such a hard life in his previous life, he must be sad just thinking about it, and then..." Xie Shi choked up, his eyes serious, "Brother Xiuling is sad, and I am also sad, so don't think about those annoying people, annoying people It's over!"
At the beginning, the tone was commanding, but later, it gradually became humble and turned into a crying begging.
"Promise me, Brother Xiu Ling, okay?" Xie Shi's voice was as soft as a mosquito.
Faced with the request of this boy who was his childhood sweetheart and always cared about him, what could Yan Yu do?
He could only caress his face, and said softly: "Okay."
Xie Shi burst into laughter in an instant, excitedly hugged the person in his arms even tighter, Yan Yu also hugged Xie Shi's back comfortingly.
Because the two people are similar in stature, it is impossible to tell who is hugging the other for a moment. The two shadows on the ground cuddle up to each other and blend into a ball, making it difficult to distinguish each other.
As the night darkened, although the two were monks, they also needed to rest.
Xie Shi took out two thick quilts from the storage space and spread them on the dry and flat open space.
Now that they have "know each other" thoroughly, there is no need to pretend to be unfamiliar for Xie Zhiwei, Xie Zhi will naturally take whatever he has.
Yan Yu picked up the coat Xie Shizhi put on him from the ground, wiped off the dust, and handed it back to him.
Xie Shi took the coat, thought for a while, and combined the two quilts into one.
Yan Yu asked suspiciously: "Did you keep it for yourself, or for me?"
Xie Shi lifted the quilt, pushed Yan Yu in, then lay down on the quilt himself, and said triumphantly, "We sleep together, it will be warmer."
Yan Yu felt that what he said made sense. Anyway, when they were on the island, they often slept in the same bed, so they didn't refuse.
Xie Shi's body was scorching hot, warming the entire bed.
The two fell asleep side by side, next to each other.
In Yan Yu's eyes, Xie Shi has always been a well-behaved and sensible younger brother, with a soft face, small palms and a warm body.But at this moment, when he felt the lean and strong muscles under the other's clothes, he once again realized the fact that Xie Shi had grown up.
He is still cute and obedient, but his body is already a teenager.In another two or three years, he will grow from a boy to an adult.
"Xiaoshi, you've become hard," Yan Yu sighed with regret, "You're not as soft as when you were a child."
Xie Shi: "..."
He turned his head, carefully looked at the expressions of the people around him several times, and made sure that he was not talking yellow accents, but just speaking literally.
Xie Shi's face was hot, and he grabbed Yan Yu's hand with his hand hidden under the blanket in embarrassment, motioning him not to continue talking.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yu felt him grabbing his hand, and continued to compare the present with the past.
Yan Yu remembered that Xie Shi's hand was very small when he was a child, and when we shook hands with him, even his palm couldn't fill it.
But now, of course, it is not what it used to be.
Yan Yu held Xie Shi's hand instead, groped carefully, felt the thin and strong fingers of the young man, estimated that Xie Shi's hand was about the same size as his.
"Little knowledge," Yan Yu couldn't help feeling emotional, "You are so big."
Xie Shi: "..."
His whole body was smoking now, his cheeks were hot like fire, he stumbled and begged for mercy: "Brother Xiu Ling, don't say those strange words anymore, let's sleep peacefully."
Yan Yu realized the inappropriateness of what he said just now.
He also felt a little embarrassed, coughed twice, and said, "Yes, yes, sleep!"
Afterwards, the two spent a peaceful night in the warm quilt.
When Yan Yu woke up in the morning, he felt warm from his toes to the top of his head. He sat up from the ground and stretched lazily.
When he saw Xie Zhiwei standing beside the two of them on the bed, Yan Yu blinked and greeted him very friendly: "Morning! Xie Xianjun!"
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