Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The sun is blazing.

Rong Ran has left, but the words still hover in He Lanze's mind.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the door, waited for half an hour, then turned and opened the door again, and gently walked into the room.

The person on the bed was already asleep, with long eyelashes closed, and a thick shadow like a crow's wing fell. He lay on his side, with his arms bent over the edge of the bed, breathing slowly and quietly.

Only the red and glaring on the lips.

He Lanze dipped the Jinpa with water to wipe the blood on Ye Yunlan's lips, acting cautiously for fear of awakening the person in the bed.

After wiping it, my fingertips couldn't help but touch the mole at the end of the opponent's eye. But only touched, and shrank back like being burned.

He took a low breath and felt his throat dry with thirst.

He Lanze couldn't help but recall the scene many years ago.

In the early morning of that day, he was going back to the sect with important matters, and when his sword flew over the gate in a hurry, he caught a glimpse of a figure on the three thousand long steps outside the gate.

It was a young man in shabby clothes, walking up the mountain step by step.

When the long sword flew across the sky, a gust of wind was brought up, which happened to pluck the boy's clothes and long hair.

The young man seemed to feel something, and looked up at him.

The other party's eyes were filled with the dawning morning light on the horizon at the moment, but the tears at the tail of his eyes seemed to be stained with the setting sun like blood.

The thrilling beauty is breathtaking and unforgettable at first sight.

He Lanze never forgets.

Only after he finished dealing with important matters, he hurriedly returned to the mountain gate, but the young man was already gone.

During that period, He Lanze was keen to point his colleagues.

His swordsmanship is superb, and he looks at his peers. The disciples of the sect are all eager for his guidance, and countless people surround him.

But the young man was the only one missing.

He thought that the young man might not be a disciple of the Tianzong. If so, how could he be silent with such a face.

So later, he rested his mind and closed the door to practice sword.

Rong Ran is his good friend.

One of them is the sect master brother, and the other is the sect master's personal biography. They often work together on sect missions, and they are also considered to be familiar with each other.

But it only ends there.

Rong Ran was born beautifully, and it was amazing at a glance, but He Lanze had seen the most beautiful scenery in the world before, and when he looked at other things, he felt eclipsed.

Rong Ran often followed a young man wearing a mask. He Lanze once asked the reason casually. Rong Ran only said that the young man was not good looking and did not want to see people with his true appearance.

He also believed.

Until the sacred fire in the secret realm got out of control, a group of disciples were trapped by the restraint when they escaped. He broke the restraint with a sword, but he still lacked a little bit of strength.

Time is running out, he is already considering launching a forbidden technique, and suddenly a figure flies up not far away, it is the young man wearing a mask who often follows Rong Ran behind him.

He Lanze remembered that Rong Ran had said this person's name.

Ye Yunlan.

The name is pretty good, but it's a pity that he will only follow his promises behind Rong Ran, obey his words, and act sneakily wearing a mask.

He Lanze has never liked this kind of person.

And Ye Yunlan's cultivation is only the golden core period, and he can't help much if he wants to.

Time can't be delayed any longer, he retracted his gaze, too lazy to pay attention to Ye Yunlan, and continued to draw his sword straight.

Microwaves were banned, but the distance to break the ban was still a little short.

Ye Yunlan came to him and didn't make a sound, just watched quietly.

However, just as he had just cut the sword, the other party suddenly drew his sword and shot.

The sword light was like a rainbow, and he slashed it brazenly, and it overlapped with his sword just now!

The sword lights overlapped, the power added, and the restriction broke open suddenly, and He Lanze looked at the person beside him in surprise.

Being able to use the Golden Core Stage cultivation base to use such a sword, and to be able to reconcile with him, this person's sword cultivation base is not bad, at least he has reached the condensed mood.

He had missed it before.

It's just that it's not the time to discuss kendo. He Lanze only hurriedly said "Thank you" and led the disciples who had escaped from the prohibition to rush into the secret territory.

Ye Yunlan also followed him, but after a while, he suddenly turned around and swept away the flames.

He Lanze looked over there in surprise.

—There, there is a young man lying in a pool of blood.

With the speed that Ye Yunlan flew past, He Lanze estimated that he could still be able to save the boy before the flame arrived.

But at this time, the mutation suddenly occurred.

An illusory Fire Phoenix rushed out of the flames and slammed into the young man.

The phoenix was originally a sign of auspiciousness, but the fire phoenix had crimson eyes, and his face was full of brutality and madness. It was already immortal.

Seeing this, Ye Yunlan didn't stop, instead he speeded up a bit, and he was able to hug the boy into his arms before the fire phoenix arrived.

However, at the same time, the Fire Phoenix also crashed into his back!

He Lanze saw Ye Yunlan stagger forward, spouting a mouthful of blood, and the mask on his face also fell off.

He Lanze was startled suddenly.

He saw Ye Yunlan struggle to stabilize his figure, turned around, and rushed here again.

Hunting in white clothes, flying black hair.

Behind the man was a sky full of flames and flying sparks, and blood was dripping down his lips. That face was familiar and unfamiliar. It had taught him heart throbs and lingering dreams.

It was the boy He Lanze caught a glimpse of many years ago and never forgets.

He Lanze stared down at the person on the bed.

Leaning down, hanging his hands in the air, carefully traced the opponent's eyebrows and eyes.

He thought, since he had missed it once, this time, he would never let this person leave him easily.

—

Ye Yunlan fell in a dream.

He sat in front of the mirror, and someone behind him was combing his hair.

The mask on his face reflected cold light in the mirror, and he was dressed in a black robe, with his hands quietly folded on his knees.

He loved white clothes when he was young, but after being burned by the Liyan Shenhuo, he just wore black in order to cover his wounds. Even so, the black burn on the neck is still conspicuous.

A faint sandalwood scented from the people behind him, which made people feel at ease.

A black hair was combed as smooth as satin, and the people behind him suddenly leaned over, wrapped his arms around him, and called him warmly: "Yunlan."

The man's elegant face was reflected in the mirror.

The man turned his head to look at him with a smile, "We are about to hold the ceremony of Taoist couples soon, Yunlan, I want to hear you call me in advance, okay?"

He whispered: "Wei Yuan."

Chen Weiyuan: "You know what I want to hear is not this."

The hot air exhaled by the other party sprayed on his neck, and his chest pressed against his back, holding him firmly in his arms.

He pursed his lips, turned his head slightly, his ears were flushed, and his voice trembled: "Husband..."

"Really good." Chen Weiyuan smiled and suddenly hugged him sideways.

He made a profit, but did not make a move, so he had to gently pull at each other's shirt, "Where are you taking me?"

"Today's elixir is finally ready, I'll take you to the medicinal bath." Chen Weiyuan lowered his head and explained, "Your golden pill has been abandoned. After being rescued by me, your body has been in bad shape. I want to go, I will go to Lingshan Yao An asked for a prescription for bathing in medicine, soaking them daily can strengthen bones and muscles and prolong life."

He nodded slightly.

Soon, he was put into the hot medicine pool.

The drug was intense, and he felt pain like a needle stick when he entered the skin. The joints of his hand on the edge of the pool turned white.

Chen Weiyuan knelt on one knee by the pool, leaned over and kissed his forehead.

Through the mask, he could not feel the touch on the other party's lips, only felt the other party's tenderness enveloping him like a cocoon, and then he heard the other party's voice.

"Yunlan, bear with me again."

"Practitioners have a long life. I am in love with you. I have decided to spend my life hand in hand with you. From now on, I shall return with you."

"Your body is not good, and your longevity is damaged, but I am really greedy, thinking about our life, and the time to join hands can be longer."

"So, for the sake of my willfulness, bear with me, okay?"

Chen Weiyuan's palm was attached to the back of his hand, and he was silent for a moment, shaking his backhand and clasping the other's five fingers.

"…good."

The picture turned suddenly.

The world is shaking.

He was curled up in the cramping darkness, his hands tied behind his back, unable to move.

For a long time, with the sound of the box creaking and being opened, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

In the dim vision, someone stood above and looked at him.

Someone said solemnly, "Honorable Lord! This is a gift from Immortal Dao. It must contain evil intentions. If you kill it directly, you can avoid future troubles."

"Get down." The man's low voice faintly sounded.

He was picked up from the box.

Except for the mask on his face, there is only a very thin and very transparent gauze on his body.

The places burned by the divine fire have been carefully **** with bandages, except that there is no cover on the legs, and the ankles are buckled with the white jade ring that confines spiritual power.

Chen Weiyuan once said that all over his body, what he likes most is his legs.

The only leg with no scars.

After his eyes adjusted to the strong light, his vision slowly became clear, and finally he could see clearly the appearance of the man holding him.

The man was tall, covered in black robe, and wore a hideous ghost mask on his face.

The mask with blue face and fangs is full of resentment, and one glance can scare people into the sky.

His pupils constricted.

The man raised his hand and squeezed his chin, and said casually: "Tell me, Chen Weiyuan sent you to my side, what on earth do you want to do? Let me guess..."

"—He wants you to kill me, doesn't he?"

He wanted to struggle, but his whole body was so soft that he struggled to lift a fingertip.

The man lowered his head to smell his body, and said: "Such a rare exquisite bone is a superb furnace tripod that has been soaked in a medicinal bath for many years. Chen Weiyuan is also willing."

"If I kill you now, it is indeed a violent thing."

"Give you a chance, how about? As long as you are obedient..." The man held his shoulder, exhaling heat sprayed into his ear, his tone was low and bewitching, "I won't kill you, I only love you, how?"

He trembled all over, but his throat was sealed by the medicine and he couldn't make a sound.

As soon as the man's fingertips moved, a cold magical energy wrapped around his legs and slid in his clothes.

Those few pitch-black and twisted shadows were faintly revealed through the thin clothes.

He trembled more severely.

"What a jerky reaction." After a while, the man said in surprise, "You have been married to Chen Weiyuan for so many years, hasn't he yet touched you."

"...Hey, what are you crying for?" The man suddenly snorted, clasped his hand, leaned over and lowered his head, his voice was low and hoarse, "It's obviously that your Taoist buddies don't want you anymore, and it's not that I take pride. Thou. Whether you want it or not, since you have already fallen into this situation, why don't you have a good time with me?"

The hideous ghost face touched the mask on his face and made a soft noise.

"It just happens that our faces are shameless, but they match."

—

Ye Yunlan opened his eyes suddenly.

You can see the roof beams, the thin moonlight immerses into the house through the window screens, and the cicadas scream outside the windows.

It took a long time before he sat up with his body supported.

The chest pain has disappeared a lot, and the whole body is much more relaxed.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his face.

The touch on his hands is smooth and delicate, but to him, it is very strange.

What he is familiar with is his uneven skin after being burned by the Shenhuo for more than three hundred years.

Suddenly, a very slight wind blew his cheeks.

A chill suddenly surged from Ye Yunlan's back, and he felt a terrifying sense of being peeped—

It is clear that the door is closed and the windows are closed. Where does the wind come from, and where does the sense of being peeped come from?

The moonlight outside the window had dimmed for some time, and the light inside the room was dim.

After the injury, his eyesight was much worse than before, and he was even more vague than ordinary people.

After observing the surroundings for a long time, I vaguely saw a black hole on the edge of the window.

He took the shadow sword by the head of the bed, got out of the bed and walked to the window, hesitated for a moment, and looked down at the hole.

Then he was directly facing an eye in the hole.

That eye was dark and gleaming like a wolf, which made people's heart jump.

Ye Yunlan took a half step back subconsciously, and suddenly reached out and opened the window.

The window opened wide, and a figure stood in the dark.

Ye Yunlan finally realized that it was not an animal like a wolf dog who was peeping at him, but a pale and thin boy.

The young boy has long eyes and thin lips, and his hair is hanging on both sides of his cheeks. It clearly teaches people to look like a yin bird at a glance, but he is handsome with a hostile look, and can even teach people to ignore his shabby clothes.

After being discovered by Ye Yunlan, the young man did not show any fear or panic. Instead, he lifted his head and stared at him.

His figure was clearly reflected in those wolf-like eyes.

Ye Yunlan frowned, and was about to speak, but heard the boy's dumb voice calling him.

"...Xianjun."