MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 70

The folk style of the witch people is open ... unrestrained.

Tian Mo Jian exclaimed in a stunned state: "Oh, I hugged my kisses during the day, so shy!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

The sword spirit of the demon sword used to be a little demon. The demon race had a long life, so it was pulled together for a long period of time. The mental development was very slow, and it was always small.

That would be difficult. If the children of the poor were 13 or 14 years old, they would be able to set up their doors, and even the bear child king Alozin of the witch tribe would start to have his own ambitions and aspirations.

But the thirteen or four-year-old Demon Sword Spirit still doesn't understand.

Sheng Lingyuan: "You give me a meeting and close your eyes."

Heavenly Sword is righteous: "How do you close my eyes without closing your eyes?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

It is said that because sword spirits are not living creatures, as the products of the day after tomorrow's refining, most of them have a gloomy personality. Even if they are not gloomy, they are still quiet, why is he on such a stand?

A 15- or 6-year-old probably knows what he should know. If Sheng Lingyuan only ran into him by chance, he would n’t say a word. He smiled and left quietly. He was short of virtue, and he wanted to show that he was “right and upright”. He coughed deliberately.

He has very good ears and shouldn't have heard it. He blamed the broken sword spirit for endless noise.

But that's it ...

Sheng Lingyuan bowed his head, and the two of them rushed into the cave unhurriedly: "Forgetting things, how disturbing."

"His Royal Highness!" One of them called out to him.

The two took a few steps and ran out of the cave deep in the Hantan. It turned out to be two young people of the Witch tribe. Sheng Lingyuan gave a slight glance at first, and then felt that the fuss seemed too narrow, so he immediately reminded himself: ", Lowered his gaze, only as usual.

"His Royal Highness, could you please ..."

"I won't talk loudly," Sheng Lingyuan smiled. No matter how astringent he was, his face was always stable and mature, and he said very beautifully. "The peach blossom in the peach blossom source is romantic and elegant. I am abrupt, sorry. "

Having said that, he nodded at the two witch boys with ease, scolded the Heavenly Sword in his heart, and turned away.

The Heavenly Sword is a splashy skin. He negligently ignored his data and asked with interest: "Lingyuan Lingyuan, doesn't it mean that only women can have children?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "Yes, you know it well, you even know it."

The Heavenly Sword did not find himself mocked at all, and asked quickly: "What are they doing blindly?"

Sheng Lingyuan was speechless.

Heavenly Magic Sword: "Or is there any weird curse on the Witch tribe that eats men and women? Have you read those leaves books?"

"... Can you let me live for two more years!"

The Heavenly Sword is as lively as an energetic little wild dog, but unfortunately there is no place for him to spread joy. Fortunately, he had been imprisoned in a sword before he was born. He had no idea what freedom was in his life, so there was nothing unaccustomed to. It was just that there was no room for the excess energy to be vented, and they all intensified and scattered on Sheng Lingyuan.

"Then the two of them are married?"

"Isn't it? There aren't three books and six offers."

"Hey, Lingyuan, why do you say‘ do n’t say it ’for a while and then what ’s‘ good-for-nothing ’, I ’m all confused. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?”

Sheng Lingyuan's forehead and blue tendons jumped straight, so he turned out a book with the smallest word, stared at those witches with crooked teeth, and endured half a column of incense, and his knowledge of the sea was finally quiet-the demon sword spirit was in his back. At that time, he could only use his eyes. The sword spirit had a unique skill. As long as there was no picture in the book and he stared at the characters for a while, he would be able to sleep as if he had taken the medicine.

The sword spirit floated in the sea of ​​knowledge in Sheng Lingyuan and fell asleep as soon as it fell into darkness. This scourge awoke.

The sky was dark, Lingyuan should have rested, and the demon sword spirit raised his ears boringly, listening to the wind and grass whispering in the forest of Dongchuan. The spring was dim, and it seemed that there was a tryst everywhere.

He just dreamed of how many pears could be ripened on the tree tomorrow, thinking of himself.

Lingyuan's knowledge of the sea is quiet, and occasionally flashes through the scenes of the day, because it is a dream, so it is not coherent.

Those dreams are mostly difficult books for the witch people, and sometimes, Sheng Lingyuan will unconsciously repeat his newly learned words-this is his habit for many years.

Sheng Lingyuan will clear his mind before going to bed, focusing only on remembering what he learned today, or some unthinkable problems, so that when he falls asleep, these things are all in the fragmented dreams. On the one hand, he can deepen his memory and help him sort out his thoughts; on the other hand, he won't dream of those who flee and kill.

The dreams are all calm and boring poems. Even if he can't let the inexperienced demon sword ears dazzle, it will at least be enough to coax him to sleep.

The magic sword of the heavens lay boring in the sea, and saw the words of the witch who flashed page by page. After a while, he was sleepy again and muttered tiredly: "You haven't told me the two people I met during the day. Is it good or bad? "

Shi Hai was stunned by his words. Those dazzling witches and humanities slowly dissipated, and the shadows were so full that the dream became the scene they saw in the cold pool during the day.

The magic sword of heaven came: "Yeah, just the two of them!"

In the dream, the water vapor from the cold pool permeated finely.

Tian Mo Jian walked along the water vapor and wanted to look carefully, but the picture in Ling Yuan's dream was vague: "Can a man and a man get married? Is it the same, or is it only the witch people's customs? "

Sheng Lingyuan fell asleep, and of course he would not answer him. The messy picture in the dream had a strange light and shadow change, a little psychedelic tenderness.

Sky Magic Sword did not have a special idea about the word "getting married". If he is still alive, he should still be a Suzaku chick jumping around. His thoughts quickly shifted from "after Lingyuan became a relative" to the fruit he did not eat. Suddenly, my heart was awkward.

If Lingyuan is established, he may not be able to give it to others.

Lingyuan responds to important scenes and does not answer him when he needs to concentrate, but this is not always the case. The Heavenly Sword also knows when he will not bother. Anyway, Lingyuan's private time is his. But if Ling Yuan is married, wouldn't he have time to ignore him? He used Lingyuan's eyes, ears, nose and tongue, but he could only see strange women, and listen to the two of them talking, like an extra thing left behind ...

With this thought together, it would be impossible to extinguish it like a wildfire. The insane Sky Sword is still ignorant and has been tortured and lonely by the monopoly desire.

"If the human race can do the same, don't you have to marry a woman?" Tian Mo Jian said softly, "Can you ... not have to find someone, and you will always be me, all right?"

His words made Sheng Lingyuan's dream change suddenly and even more hazy. The cold pool seemed to become a hot spring, and the mist was filled, but Tian Mo Jian's eyes were completely blank-Sheng Lingyuan subconsciously did not let him see clearly.

The mist was soggy, there was a bit of subtlety, a strange feeling came down the boy's body, it was unclear whether it was itch or numb, and the magic sword of the heavens stunned blankly, feeling that Sheng Lingyuan's breathing became thin and rapid. The man seemed a little uncomfortable and stunned.

"Lingyuan, what's wrong with you?"

The mist in the dream was getting thicker and thicker, and there seemed to be shadows in it. The sky magic sword wandered past the shadow of the shadow. Seeing a young man with long hair and scattered water, it was Lingyuan.

In human dreams, their own images generally do not appear, but they are connected by carefulness, and the two consciousnesses affect each other. The self in Sheng Lingyuan's dream, as seen from the magic sword of heaven, is the young man who usually sees in the mirror or on the water. Look.

Sheng Lingyuan in the dream is different from usual. He is naked with naked upper body and blood on his face is almost like him. He lifts a person from the water, deceives him, and presses the person against the stone wall beside the cold lake. . The figure was all a white mist, and the Sky Sword could only dimly see the human form and his face was unclear. At the same time, the mist in the dream pushed him outwards swirlingly, as if repelling him.

An unknown fire broke out in the heavenly magic sword, shouting: "Lingyuan!"

His voice fell into the dream, somehow echoed back-

"Lingyuan ..."

Suddenly, the inexplicable feeling spread from Sheng Lingyuan's side and flowed through his whole body, like stepping on the tail of Lei Ze's demon, Tian Mo Jian couldn't help humming.

The dream disappeared, Lingyuan awoke, then his vision flipped, and he seemed to sit up suddenly.

Before the magic sword of the heavens returned, Sheng Lingyuan's five senses and six senses were all turned off, and the magic sword of the heavens was locked into the "black room" in a fog.

This was the first time in his life. After Sheng Lingyuan became older and had more control over his mind, he began to close some thoughts freely—that is, ignore him. When physically injured or on the battlefield, he would cut off the pain, smell, and taste, but his eyes and ears had never been closed, and the Heavenly Magic Sword always thought he would not.

Invisible and inaudible, trapped in the darkness, the demon sword mad, and ran into a mess in Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​knowledge. Fortunately, Sheng Lingyuan hadn't closed him for too long, and the sky magic sword quickly recovered his senses, and first fought a chill-Sheng Lingyuan didn't know what was wrong, went to take a bath in the middle of the night, and didn't wait for the boiling water to use the cold water.

Probably it was frozen, Ling Yuan's heart beat as fast as he wanted to explode, and his chest hurt.

Heaven Sword thought: "Yes!"

He was angry and inexplicable. He didn't know if there was anything he could do to avoid taking a bath. The pears that I miss are not eaten, the black mist is closed for no reason, the unseen figure in the dream ... and the hazy, anxiety about the future, all together, the heavenly magic sword makes a terrible scene With a big temper, he set a record of how long he ignored.

Sheng Lingyuan had to mix a spoonful of pear nectar in the rice every day for half a month, and he was almost anorexia, and the prince of the witch thought he was sick, so he was nervous for a while.

The young man's heart is always easy to be beaten by the spring breeze. After that, Ling Yuan did not discuss with him and became an adult without authorization.

The heavenly magic sword gradually found out that the wrong thing was that Sheng Lingyuan closed his thoughts before, either he needed to concentrate or he was angry and quarreled, and there was always a reason for it. But all of a sudden, Lingyuan became more aware of the blankness of the sea. Sometimes he was just sitting in a daze, and he had to be isolated.

As a revenge, the demon sword ignored him, and was unskilled and unsuccessful at the beginning. Instead, he was honed by God's consciousness ... until he also had secrets that he could not tell, and he knew those unknown Faint mind.

Unfortunately, Sheng Lingyuan's youth was only a few years.

After leaving Dongchuan, in order to avoid the headless dragons, Dan Li proposed to let the young boy grow up. Under the crown made of iron and blood, the youth's feelings are as thin as cicada wings, and they dissipate like dust in a blink of an eye.

The annoying spring breeze never got into his dream.

Who is the man in his dream, and who is he thinking when he is quietly dreaming under the big pear tree in Dongchuan? Will it be a brilliant girl like Dongchun in the Dongchuan ... or a teenager?

It is unknown, because later, Dongchuan was gone and the pear tree was gone.

The trivial anger and jealousy that resulted from it are so worthless that they are gradually lost in the stormy sea.

When the white noise in the headphones stopped, Xuan Yuan opened his eyes and found that it was early morning.

He paused for a long time, slowly covering his chest, and the projector screen on one side of the wall turned on automatically. At the same time, in the bedroom where Sheng Lingyuan lived, a faint light slid on the closet mirror on the closet.

On the projection screen, the picture reflected in the dressing mirror was revealed in fifteen and ten. Sheng Lingyuan was not asleep. The window was wide open. He sat on the windowsill with his back to the mirror. He had half a bottle of honey and grapefruit tea in his hand. I'm not afraid that someone will see the alarm and don't know what to watch.

Xuan Yuan's heart moved—honey citron tea?

Doesn't he hate honey the most?

At this moment, Sheng Lingyuan felt something and waved his hands without turning his head back. The connection between the projector and the mirror was cut off suddenly.

Xuan Yuan: "..."

Peeping was caught, this time embarrassing.

He waited anxiously for Sheng Lingyuan to settle accounts, but Sheng Lingyuan never said anything. Because in the view of His Majesty, this is not a matter at all-this place is the "dongfu" of that little demon, and it is abnormal without any precaution.

Xuan Yuan's vacation was not over yet. For a few days at home, the two kept their politeness under one roof, avoiding each other, one calmly and one observing secretly.

Sheng Lingyuan quickly became familiar with the environment around Xuan Yuan's home. Xuan Yuan found that he could not only take care of himself, but also understand it quite well. A few days later, he has learned to use the "lighter" in the kitchen-natural gas stove-understand the principles of refrigerators and range hoods, and know the name, domicile and marriage and family information of the courier brothers of various courier companies. And made a precise evaluation of the efficiency and security loopholes of contemporary logistics networks.

Three days later, Wang Ze came early in the morning.

When I entered the house, I handed an envelope to Sheng Lingyuan: "Brother Jian, your certificate, I just got it, I came from the headquarters, and brought it by the way ... Director Xuan I told you, this **** Zhang Zhao opened his mouth, I asked him to stay and take care of the Yan team. Yating told me to go away. The Yan team can't live in the hospital now. I have to come to see you. What does Zhichun say?