Meow ~

Ye Zhao didn't know that there was such a malicious conversation behind him, but what happened before was enough to stab him hard in the heart.

If it is someone else, they may attack regardless, or wait for an opportunity to retaliate in the future.However, Ye Zhao's temperament determined that he would only shun followers and lick his wounds by himself.

He sat on the hillside with his knees hugged, watching the Golden Crow fall to the west, the Jade Rabbit rise to the east, and the lights all over the mountains and plains lit up gradually, as if reflecting each other with the Milky Way in the sky.

This is Changli, the place where he grew up, and his home.Generations of Ye's children were born here, grew up, entered the fairyland, or ascended to heaven or died, and integrated the blood of the Ye family into the inheritance of this fairy mountain in the South China Sea, and deeply rooted the word "Long Li". branded in the hearts of descendants.

"Azhao."

There was a soft call from behind, the soft and tender voice that Ye Zhao had heard every day.

He looked down at his knees, but didn't answer.However, there was still a pair of white and tender little hands appearing in front of his eyes, placed on his knees.Ye Zhao raised his head and met those emerald-like almond eyes.

The white-clothed boy lost his former high spirits, and was squatting in front of him, looking at him anxiously.

"You're angry?"

"No." Ye Zhao pursed his lips lightly, and looked away.

Sure enough, he noticed it, Cheng Yuan sighed inwardly, fortunately he never underestimated Ye Zhao's intelligence.

"I'm sorry..." Cheng Yuan whispered, "Xiao Hua's injury just looks terrible, you...don't worry."

Ye Zhao raised his eyes, with undisguised astonishment in his eyes.

Cheng Yuan stared at Ye Zhao, his round almond eyes were full of seriousness.

"I'm not going to do anything you hate."

——If you do, I will never let you know.

"Feel sorry."

Seemingly a little frightened by Cheng Yuan's seriousness, Ye Zhao was stunned for a moment before recovering.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you again."

"It's nothing." Seeing that the alarm was lifted, Cheng Yuan moved his body and hugged Ye Zhao's arm, "It was I who caused Xiaohua to suffer an unreasonable disaster, you should be angry with me..."

"I'm not angry." Ye Zhao pursed his lips and repeated it again.

Cheng Yuan blinked, and whispered: "But you are still unhappy, right?"

"It's much better."

Seeing Ye Zhao's reluctance to speak, Cheng Yuan didn't force him any more, instead he conjured a flagon out of nowhere.

"Ordinary people say that you can use alcohol to relieve your sorrows, how about trying?"

Ye Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the small jug: "So few? Is it the mustard seed technique?"

"You'll know if you try it," the young man smiled slyly.

Ye Zhao took it, opened the lid of the pot and sniffed lightly.He is a master of alchemy, although he can't tell what kind of medicine is used, but he can roughly tell the effect - it is medicinal wine that nourishes the soul.

Thinking that Cheng Yuan, as the demon king, must have some unusual collections, Ye Zhao was a little moved, but also a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, I'll watch out for you, no one will see it."

Ye Zhao found that he was far more vulnerable than he imagined.

As soon as the wine entered my throat, tears came out.

"Azhao!"

"Cough, it's okay, cough." Ye Zhao coughed and waved his hands to indicate that he was fine.

But was embraced into a warm embrace.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since no one hugged him.

The back was patted gently, Ye Zhao raised his head, and saw Cheng Yuan's anxious face.

Are you in a hurry?

Perhaps it was because of being anesthetized by alcohol, and his nostalgia for warmth suppressed the vague doubts in his heart. Ye Zhao closed his eyes, indulged himself in Cheng Yuan's arms, and took another sip of wine with his head raised.

From the books and the teachings of his father and brother, he knew that people have closeness, that people's hearts are sinister, and that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.However, Ye Zhao, who has never been through wind and frost and knows how to put on thick armor for himself, still unknowingly regards Changli as an absolutely safe harbor and the same family as a reliance on his back.Because of this, the hatred and hostility from his fellow disciples easily defeated him,

Ye Zhao couldn't express such feelings.I have seen a lot of people who go straight to the sky or fall into the dust because of his few words. He has learned to be cautious in his words and deeds since he was a child, and today he is used to keeping his emotions in his heart, tasting sweetness and bitterness alone.

But at this moment, a pot of wine was turned over.

Ye Zhao also knew that no one would be wary from birth, would be calculating, would put on heavy armor for himself, and would use the greatest malice to speculate on others.There are not many mortals who can live a safe and smooth life, let alone a practitioner who is destined to compete with the sky?The young man was blown up by the wind, his face remained unchanged and his heart was scarred, who didn't come here like this.

Ye Zhao believes that he can do it. When he wakes up tomorrow, he will be that gentle and smiling Ye Zhao again.

Half drunk and half awake, he heard someone whispering in his ear.

"You don't have to face this."

"Leave, leave these people with ulterior motives."

"I can protect you."