The original misunderstood me! ! !

"..."

The room was quiet, only the sound of heavy breathing accompanied by the drawn out poisonous thread, strangling Yu Zheyuan's heart dripping with flesh and blood.

He? Then, in the form of a sword, he met Wen Yue in arms, for a mere Xie Shu...

How ridiculous.

Yu Zheyuan has not slept well for many days in a row, or in other words, he can't fall asleep almost every night.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the scene of Wen Yue's falling sword and turning back would reappear in his mind.

How touching... He couldn't catch up to stop Wen Yue at all, because at this moment, he was just a soul body forcibly attached to He Gujian.There is no need for a thunderbolt, as long as he strikes halfway, he will be truly dissipated, and there will be no more reincarnation.

But when he tried his best to deceive Heaven and rushed back to the devastated treasure formation, he found that Wen Yue and his good junior had passed out together, like a pair of lovers going to die calmly under the power of the sky...

Birth is the same quilt, death is the same acupoint...

Yu Zheyuan felt that his heart had been stabbed severely by Wen Yue.

Whether sharing life or death, taking care of others, feeling the pulse of others... In the past, Wen Yue would only do this to him.

Why did this Xie Shu make him so caring and make Wen Yue lose his life?

Before Wen Yue woke up, Yu Zheyuan had been forcibly suppressing the tumbling depression, until he saw that kiss that brushed Wen Yue's cheek whether it was intentional or not...

He was completely murderous towards Xie Shu.

Anyway, in Wen Yue's eyes, he is just a sword spirit without emotion, a child who doesn't understand anything, a relic of Yu Zheyuan?, a burden and trouble.

Then why does he need to restrain himself?

Mingming's heart ached so much that he couldn't help himself, the blade was against the bone sword, and his soul was stabbed by the bone sword, but Yu Zheyuan didn't care, and even sneered provocatively: "What? Am I wrong?"

"If I really want to kill him, you can't stop it at all!"

"I let him go again and again, just for your sake. And what are you doing?"

"For the sake of an irrelevant person, you almost killed yourself, disregarding the master and throwing you out of the soul-devouring cauldron, you just? Betrayed him and found another love..."

Wen Yue: "Xie Shu is just my relative!!!"

He frowned, no matter what, he never expected that Sword Spirit would have such misunderstanding and malice towards Xie Shu.

Although he knew that the sword spirit would be jealous and never liked to talk to Xie Shu, he always thought that it was because of the disharmony between the two, and that the sword spirit was born to protect the master, and the child was just ignorant.

But the sword spirit actually broke everything in front of Xie Shu and Situ Yi, and his words were sharp to the point of viciousness, making Wen Yue terrified and suspicious at the same time—is he really Yu Zheyuan's sword?

It is said that the spirit sword follows the master and will be contaminated with the master's temper. If the master is gentle, the sword will be gentle, and if the master is violent, the sword will be irritable.

What did Sword Spirit do, what did he think? He was completely different from the Yu Zheyuan he knew.

What is going on?

Yu Zheyuan stared at Wenyue's eyes, these dark brown eyes were clear to the bottom, no matter what emotion he expressed, it was useless even wearing a mask.

Doubt, anger, worry, helplessness...

He thought silently in his heart? I know what you are doubting.

I am the real Yuzheyuan.

He is clearly a plant born from the darkness? With poisonous thorns and sharp teeth, it feeds on hatred and blooms rotten flowers in the rotting soil...but it just pretends to be that weak and helpless in front of the world , The appearance of being picked by others?

Using sickness as a trap and gentleness as a drug, the world will fall step by step and fall into the net.

Wen Yue is just one of the insignificant flying insects.

But why is he different from others?

Didn't others want to uproot him, or want to crush him? Only Wen Yue truly pityed him and took care of him. Even though he was vulnerable and extremely weak, he was willing to shake the tree for him. Become the sole gardener.

How could I let you go?

Yu Zheyuan didn't turn into a human form, so Wen Yue wouldn't notice his expression, his heartbeat, and all his gaffes.

He asked almost coldly: "Then what is Yuzheyuan?"

Wen Yue was silent for a long time.

He knew the purpose of the sword spirit's pressing question, but he was exhausted by this sentence, and his voice was full of deep weariness.

"He is the only person I have ever liked." Wen Yue said, "Are you satisfied?"

"..."

These words not only did not comfort Sword Spirit, but had the opposite effect.

He Gujian suddenly trembled violently, as if the small body of the sword spirit was trembling uncontrollably, and even the sword body was covered with a layer of frost.

He suddenly turned the sword body, turned into a cold light, pierced the window, and flew straight out.

Situ Yi said anxiously: "Master!"

"...you go and have a look." Wen Yue was so tired that he couldn't even speak, "...as a teacher, I don't want to see him for the time being."

After all, Xie Shu was the most injured. Even if the sword spirit didn't really hurt him just now, the sword energy invaded Xie Shu's body along the back of his neck.

Xie Shu fell asleep again.

Wen Yue was also exhausted after arguing with Sword Spirit Da?, so he tucked the quilt up for Xie Shu and went back to his room to rest.

He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, but his vitality hadn't recovered yet, so he had to stick a sleeping charm to himself to force himself to fall asleep.

Then, Wen Yue had a turbulent dream.

In the dream, the sword spirit transformed into a human body, and the face of the ice-sculpted young man was [-]% similar to Yu Zheyuan's, and his amber eyes were exactly the same, revealing the opposite indifference to Yu Zheyuan.

The scene is still in Xie Shu's wooden house, Xie Shu is lying motionless on the bed.

Sword Spirit and Wen Yue confronted each other, turning a deaf ear to Wen Yue's questioning.

In Wen Yue's eyes, he grew up inch by inch, grew up, and became a big man who was exactly like Yu Zheyuan, and then with a vague grasp in his hand, He Gujian bypassed Wen Yue's defense and pointed it at the bed Xie Shu, who was unconscious, stabbed hard!

"puff--!"

Wen Yue woke up from the nightmare, dizzy and drenched in cold sweat.

The sound of the last long sword piercing into the body in the dream coincides with the sound in reality.

A long sword was covered with moonlight and frost, pierced the window paper, and stayed in front of him.

He Gujian turned into a little boy and hugged Wen Yue in the dark.

Wen Yue: "..."

The room was dark, with only a gap of moonlight falling on the bed, like a straight sword shadow.

The sword spirit hugged him from behind, his arms stretched tightly, strangling Wen Yue like vines.

Wen Yue struggled weakly, and said, "Let go."

"……don't want."

"How old are you?" Wen Yue asked, "Do you know that every time you strangle me, I can't breathe?"

Jian Ling's body paused slightly, and when he spoke again, Bai Ri's cold and harsh voice became soft and soft, waxy and pitiful.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be jealous." He whispered, "A Yue, don't be angry, I just don't want to cause you trouble."

Wen Yue: "..."

Wen Yue sighed helplessly.

Maybe he is?

"Are you really aware of your mistake?" Wen Yue asked, "Where is the mistake?"

"I shouldn't talk nonsense, I shouldn't doubt you, I shouldn't hurt Xie Shu, I shouldn't... fight for Xianjun..." Jian Ling's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became a little aggrieved, "But A Yue , Xianjun sure? I don’t want to make you forget him. The dead can’t compete with the living, so even if you don’t like your junior brother, don’t like others, okay?”

Wen Yue: "..."

Wen Yue: You are so naive.

How did the Sword Spirit know that it was always the Demon Lord that the Immortal Monarch could not let go of, not him?

But if he told the truth rashly, Wen Yue was really afraid that he would provoke the sword spirit and cause a situation where both sides would suffer.

Wen Yue thought about it for a while, and cleverly threw the question back: "It is said that the sword spirit follows the master, you have to be good, so that I will think more about Xianjun."

"Don't do this again in the future, okay?"

Sword Spirit gritted his teeth, tightened his arms, and buried his furry head behind Wen Yue's back, his eyes flickering darkly.

"Okay." He said softly.

No one noticed that an invisible sword aura flew out from the window lattice, and turned a corner, as if an inconspicuous wind had blown into the wooden house where Xie Shu was staying, turning into a ray of white light, and sinking straight into the center of Xie Shu's eyebrows.

Xie Shu's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and his chaotic consciousness seemed to be forcibly gathered by something, accumulating a glimmer of clarity.

A child's voice came through like a membrane: "Even if you don't like your junior brother, don't like others, okay?"

Immediately came a familiar voice: "It is said that the sword spirit follows the master, you have to be good, so that I will think of Xianjun more."

Xie Shu: "..."

[Did you hear? You have arrived. 】Jian Ling put his arms around Wen Yue's waist, and sent a voice transmission to Xie Shu from the bottom of his heart, 【I advise you not to have any unreasonable thoughts about Wen Yue?. 】

Xie Shu: "..."

Xie Shu doesn't want to? Talk.

He was forcibly awakened from a deep sleep by the sword spirit, and his body was still very weak. As soon as he woke up, he was forced to listen to the sword spirit's oath of sovereignty. He was speechless and unhappy, and even had a trace of anger that he couldn't understand.

In the past two days, Situ Yi was always swaying in front of him. Occasionally, when he briefly regained consciousness, he would hear the conversation between Situ Yi and the sword spirit, and knew that he and Wen Yue were rescued by the sword spirit.Wen Yue also told him.

[Anyway, thank you for saving us. 】Xie Shu paused and sighed.

[Stop being sentimental. 】Jian Ling didn't even bother to hide it, hugged Wen Yue tightly, and said to Xie Shu, 【You know how you survived. 】

[I released Xiao Taoyao from "Hundred Ghosts", temporarily blinding the way of heaven. 】

【Fortunately, you have the best of both worlds, otherwise what will happen? You know in your heart. 】

【Wen Yue must not make any mistakes. 】Jian Ling said softly, 【There will be no next time. 】