I will not recognize the debt of the previous life!

Scene [-]: Like a moth embracing the sun ([-])

Shen Yan stared at the stage without blinking.

The gun is the master of a hundred soldiers, and I saw that the soul-suppressing gun was like a red snake spitting out letters in Shumo's hands, unpredictable.Bi Haijian's swordsmanship is also well-deserved, but Hai Qingsong can't touch him no matter what.Several times he was about to stab him, but the tip of the spear bounced off the blade as if slipping.

Dangers abounded on the stage, and everyone stared with bated breath, not even daring to breathe, only the whistling wind could be heard.In this tense atmosphere, Shen Yan finally realized that there was something different about him.

He is already.

In just two years, his figure can support his clothes, and his waist can be outlined by a belt. His facial features are like Jing Yazi, and after taking off his childishness, he reveals a bit of plumpness and elegance.

Shumo pointed the tip of the gun at Hai Qingsong's throat. He stood on the stage like a sword unsheathed, showing his sharpness, attracting everyone's attention.He should have thought earlier, how could Jing Yazi's son be a mediocre person?

After a brief silence, there were cheers and whispered discussions.It turns out that Qingxiao Xianmen still has such a master, whoever mentioned that this young man who never showed up is the son of Jing Yazi, the aura of a hero gave him a layer of mystery.

After that day, Shumo became famous in the first battle.

But he didn't notice at all at this time, he just pointed his gun at Hai Qingsong's throat indifferently, and ordered forcefully: "Apologize!"

The soul-suppressing gun's evil spirit roared like thunder, Hai Qingsong only felt that the gun didn't touch him, but it was like being bitten on his soul, dripping with blood, and the wound was still chilling.His whole body was drenched with sweat, and he clearly felt that if he didn't apologize, the boy in front of him would really kill him.At this moment, even if he was unwilling, he was still afraid, so he just gritted his teeth and reluctantly said: "I'm sorry... I have offended you so much."

Shumo remained expressionless, his cheek muscles tensed.Just when everyone thought he was going to make trouble, he put down the soul suppressing gun and stretched out his hand to Hai Qingsong.

"Assignment."

Shumo's arm strongly pulled him up.Even though he was hiding under his wide sleeves, Shen Yan could still see the vigorous strength surging under his muscles.However, the moment Hai Qingsong stood up, a bright dagger slipped out from the bottom of his sleeve, and he aimed at Shumo's chest and stabbed it out.

The distance was too close, no one expected, Shumo couldn't dodge in time, he could barely avoid the vital point and was stabbed.Almost at the same time, Shen Yan's eyes roared with murderous intent, and the tightly held sword moved.Knowing that once he made a move, he would either die or be injured, Shumo hurriedly shouted: "Don't kill him!" He covered his chest and coughed because of the knife wound.

Shen Yan hastily retracted his sword and hugged Shumo, borrowing the momentum of the sword to kick him in the chest instead.I didn't remember how much force I used in a hurry, I only heard a click, probably because I accidentally kicked his ribs.And Shumo's chest was also stained red with a large amount of blood, and he didn't know how deep it penetrated.

The human body is so fragile, he thought.

Qingyu and Qin Xian, the heads of Bihaijian, arrived at this moment, and watched helplessly as the knife was stabbed in.

Qin Xian brushed away the folding fan, stepped forward to check Shumo's injury, and was relieved after confirming that the knife had missed and did not hurt his heart.

Bi Haijian's disciples were also checking Hai Qingsong's injuries, and sure enough, several ribs were broken.He is Qingyu's only son, and he has been doted on since he was a child. Seeing that he was injured and his face was ugly, he pointed at Qin Xian and asked: "Master Qin, look at what good things your monster has done!"

After being defeated face-to-face and sneaking up on a person who has no fighting intentions, now that Shumo is still lying down, Qin Xian can't help but sneer and say: "Your faction is not too good at stabbing knives."

Qingyu said angrily: "Qingsong can explain what he did wrong, why did he beat him like this? After all, he is a monster, savage and unruly! Today he hurt people, but tomorrow he will kill people indiscriminately? To give Bi Haijian an explanation, and also an explanation to the Taiyi Immortal League!"

Before Qin Xian could speak, Shen Yan suddenly got up and looked directly at her, his cold eyes were like a sharp blade, and the murderous aura began to permeate the several feet wide stage, and everyone knew that he was going to kill in that posture.At this time, Shumo endured the pain, grabbed the corner of his white clothes with bloody fingers, and begged softly, "Don't do it..."

He let go of his hand weakly, and there was a shocking bloodstain on Shen Yan's white clothes. He closed his eyes and suppressed his killing intent to calm himself down, and patiently explained to Qin Xian: "He has murderous intent."

Those who are murderous towards themselves should be killed.

This is the instinct of monsters, without this kind of vigilance, he would not be able to live until now.

He was already enduring against instinct.

Qin Xian nodded in pain, he understood what he meant, but the current situation of Qingxiao Xianmen has no right to speak at all.Things got more and more troublesome, and after a while Shangguanci and Jingweizi rushed over after hearing the news.

There is a blue sea behind Hai Qingsong, but it would be too unkind to blame Shumo, Qin Xian knew that it would be difficult to explain the matter of protecting him in the current situation, and was about to speak, but Shumo stood up.

After his wound was bandaged, the bleeding finally stopped, but his face was still pale: "Senior..." He made a round salute tremblingly, and the blood seeped out again.

Shangguanci hurriedly supported him, and comforted him in a warm voice: "Shu Mo, this matter..."

Shumo shook his head, his face was as white as paper.He was weak but firmly said: "Father assassinated Houqing so that the people of Xianmen would not be insulted or bullied. Houqing exterminated 84 people in Qingxiao Xianmen, and none of them begged for mercy. I have never been afraid in front of Houqing, but In the Xianmeng, I was insulted even worse than the empire. I don’t know if my father has a spirit under the spring, how would he feel?”

Qingyu asked coldly: "Then do you still remember that it was the monster from the Wan Yao Kingdom that killed your father?!"

The two sides refused to give in to each other, Shangguanci was speechless for a while, and finally had to let them go back separately, leaving Qin Xian alone to talk until late at night.

Shen Yan was always by his side to take care of Shumo, and he didn't leave until late at night.As soon as he left, Qin Xian came back, and the two nodded.

Qin Xian sat down on the chair in front of the table, picked up a candle, and made it burn more vigorously.He considered how to express the thousands of words in his heart in a peaceful tone, but Shumo spoke first, with a strong tone: "He is not wrong, I will not let him go."

"He's not wrong... Could it be me who is wrong?"

Qin Xian finally couldn't hold back, he stood up suddenly, almost crushed the folding fan, and asked Shumo: "Our brother of ten years, but you secretly learned magic arts without telling me. What do you think when you compete with him?" Have you ever been to Qingxiao Xianmen? When you were using black magic in full view, did you ever think about what to do if you were discovered?"

A clatter.

Shumo threw the soup bowl on the low stool beside the bed, the bitter concoction soaked the ground, and smashed the porcelain bowl to pieces, "Would you agree to tell me? Let others say that Jing Yazi's son I'm a waste, let others say that I have a father and no father to support me, I would rather die than go on like this!"

Qin Xian's eyes turned reddish, he glared at him and said angrily, "Who said you're trash?!"

He was so angry that Shumo sneered indifferently, deliberately provocatively said: "The people in Bihaijian said, what can you do?"

Qin Xian finally couldn't suppress the anger he was holding back, he took a step forward and wanted to grab the clothes on Shumo's chest, but then remembered that he was still injured, so he could only smash the wall next to him with hatred, his stretched shoulders were discouraged seems to relax.He lowered his eyes and smiled, sneering: "You know that the last thing I want to hear is Bihaijian. Also, you don't even care about your life because of Shen Yan, why would you care about me?"

After he finished speaking, he closed the door lightly and left without saying a word.

Qingqing's voice came from outside the door: "Where are you going in the middle of the night? Hey, how dare you ignore me? What's wrong?"

Shumo sat on the bed by himself in a daze.This conflict had been expected for a long time, when he stood on the stage, he expected it, and he dared to bear the consequences, but when it really happened, he felt like a stone was pressed in his heart, and he felt tight in his chest. This was the first time he and Qin Xian had a dispute.

The Xianmeng seems to be harmonious, but in fact the relationship is intricate. Although it is not as blatant as the Queen of the Empire, it is often bloodless.For example, this time, it is clear at a glance which is right and which is wrong, but they can only give in.He knew that Qin Xian was in pain, and he knew that the last thing Qin Xian wanted to hear was Bi Hai Jian, but he deliberately stimulated him because he was also in pain.

They shirk their incompetence on each other, trying to alleviate their pain, but in the end they realize that everything is in vain.

He couldn't bear to explain that he practiced witchcraft not only for Shen Yan, but also for Qingxiao Xianmen. He didn't want them to risk their lives to protect him every time, but when he walked out, he only saw Two people chatting on the roof.It was dark and they sat on the roof.The girl raised her hand, pointed at the dancing streamer and said something, Qin Xian finally smiled suddenly, and a gleam of brilliance appeared in those hazy eyes.

Seeing this, Shu Mo took a step back and went back to the room, he didn't dare to stay longer, he didn't even dare to say anything, and Qin Xian didn't come back until dawn, only a new doorman from Qingxiao Xianmen gave him medicine.He was even more depressed, and planned to go to Xiaohua to complain, but as soon as he walked to the small forest in the back mountain, he heard a mysterious voice not far away: "You work hard to protect the people, and the poor Taoist also likes it very much."

"..."

He couldn't bear it anymore, rushed back to the room to find a pen and ink, and began to trace carefully on the rice paper. He couldn't bear Shen Yan's turning a blind eye, and he wanted to vent out the emotions that had been suppressed for many years.

afternoon.

"What are you asking me out for?"

Shen Yan was dragged to the grove by Shumo, guessing his purpose in his heart, but he let him drag him.The young man who was not as tall as his shoulder carefully took out a painting from behind and handed it to him. The beauty painted on the scroll turned out to be his appearance.

Shen Yan's eyes sank, thinking that he was joking with him, but he looked at him so seriously, cherishing and looking forward to it, as if putting all his eggs in one basket.

"Yanyan, can I... give it to you?"

If the eyes could talk, he had already said thousands of words, looking into his eyes, Shen Yan would understand everything.

When he took the picture scroll, Shumo's eyes lit up, as if seeing the most precious light in the world, thinking that luck was finally coming to him.However, at the next moment, Shu Mo's eyes widened in disbelief, watching the scroll suddenly turn into powder in Shen Yan's hands, and his ruthless voice.

"I don't have that kind of thought. If I have this time, I might as well think about how to practice and how not to be bullied."

Shumo's tears swirled in his eyes, he squatted down and tried to put together the broken picture scrolls, but they disappeared with just a slight wind blow.

Shen Yan looked into his eyes, feeling more and more irritable.The kung fu he practiced was to cut off emotion and desire, since he practiced, he has cut off all thoughts related to love, not to mention that he has not avenged his revenge.He couldn't help but secretly looked at Shumo, watching him try his best to hold back his tears.

Why are humans so fragile?

Shumo suddenly raised his head and stared at him stubbornly, his eyes were like pitch-black jewels, shining in the dark night, he asked unwillingly: "Yanyan, I..."

"I don't care what you think, don't say it in front of me."

The only light in Shumo's eyes went out.He lowered his head and silently responded.

Can't think, can't see, can't say.

After he cleared up his mood, he raised his head, and Shen Yan had long since disappeared. The mountain wind was still howling, but Shen Yan was gone.He put his hand on the knife wound, the medicine of Xianmeng was very effective, but the wound began to heal overnight, but he felt unbearable pain.He forgot how he got back, all he knew was that he had been in a daze, and he didn't even notice that the light was on when he opened the door.

He woke up, and Qin Xian looked at each other, both of them were a bit embarrassed.This time it was Qin Xian who coughed dryly and spoke first: "I didn't let him go, I knew you liked him, I didn't agree, don't use black magic in front of outsiders from now on."

Shumo choked up and said, "I know."

Of course he knew that Qin Xian was angry because he was worried about him.

"Well, I met Qingqing last night, and we went to watch the stars together. She suddenly said that she liked me, so I agreed to her."

After he finished speaking, he found that Shumo was crying silently, and asked, "I like Yanyan, and you got angry at me, but when Qingqing confessed to you, you agreed? Is this fair to me?"

"That's two different things. I also like Miss Qingqing, but I didn't realize it before... Hey, why are you crying now that I have a wife? You can't be in love with me, are you?"

Shumo felt sad and threw himself on the bed and cried loudly.

Why even so, his love continued unabated?

this life:

In the middle of the night, Wei Shi's mask was removed, his arms were entangled several times by tendons, and fixed tightly to the bed rail, a thin young man sat straddling him.Shen Ti's eyes were half-opened, fine sweat seeped from his raised neck, and he seemed to enjoy the sex very much.

No matter how firm the bed board is, it is inevitable that there will be no shaking sound.

Suddenly, he dipped the towel into the water basin on the low stool, covered Wei Shi's face after getting wet, covering his handsome facial features, thus covering three layers of compaction.The half-suffocated pain doubled the size of the giant between his legs, and smashed into the sinking body like a dying struggle, hitting deeper every time.

Shen Ti let out a very soft sigh and bent down.His long hair spread out, his slender fingers caressed his neck, felt the beating pulse at the most vulnerable part through a layer of skin, panted and smiled: "General...please, I will spare you... Um!……"

His answer was a more ferocious attack.

At this time, there was only a muffled thud on the wall separating Shen Yan, and half of Shen Ti's interest disappeared immediately, thinking bitterly: It's him again.

Xu Mo originally planned to find the national teacher to inform him, but after much deliberation, he didn't have any solid evidence, and even if he talked about Taiyi Xianmeng, he might not believe him. Instead of starting here, he might as well discuss it with Shen Yan, so he decided to After returning to the room, facing the candlelight, he waited for Shen Yan to come back and ask for clarification.

But I don't know why the neighbors came back but Shen Yan never came back, the ambiguous voice was so loud that it was hard for him not to hear it.Thinking that he was also forced to be a slave by the Yang Ling ghost curse, and the general could lie on the bed and enjoy it, but he could only be ordered to drink, and he felt extremely unwilling.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a gust of cold wind came in, the door was suddenly pushed open, and it was Shen Yan who came back.

His face was as white as jade, clean and flawless, looking at Xu Mo's eyes as bright as stars in the room where the candlelight flickered.

"Can you paint?" Shen Yan asked.

Xu Mo's pupils shrank suddenly.