Why is This Little Brother

Regarding the technique of symbiosis, Yan Chun had seen the prophecy in the mirror of life and soul, but he did not fully understand it. The runes on the neck ring are very complicated. Yanchun didn't practice well before, so most of them couldn't understand it.

But since she put on the symbiotic neck ring, she has indeed seen some of Mo Qiulu's past.

Yan Chun was forced to empathize when she watched it, so she knew which part of these memories was the most untouchable by Mo Qiulu.

Yan Chun didn't want to be so despicable, but even if she died, she didn't want to be someone else's puppet, and she couldn't sympathize with the past that Mo Qiulu was forcibly poured into her mind.

Sure enough, Mo Qiulu's expression was distorted, unable to hide his emotions, and glared at Yan Chun viciously.

The tit-for-tat between the two was on the verge of breaking out. Jing Yangyu, who saw through his divine sense, was a little nervous, but he was dealing with matters in the door and couldn't open his body.

Yan Chun and Mo Qiulu were sitting in the pool, one sitting on the edge of the pool, staring at each other across the food box, one was excited and short of breath, the other was agitated, and the eyes were almost identical. The ground was bigger than an ox, with a dog-fighting grin, and a cock-fighting quiver, but no one made a move for a long time.

It was naturally impossible for Yanchun to do something, and she knew that the senior brother would definitely watch, so she just waited for this Mo Qiulu to show her feet!

Mo Qiulu's hand hanging by her side was clenched tightly, and she couldn't do anything to Yan Chun, otherwise, wouldn't she have a clue!

She's not that stupid.

But for Mo Qiulu, those dark memories and hatred, she would never show anyone in her life.

But the art of symbiosis is to show everything about two people to each other, the souls are compatible, and the lives intersect.

What Mo Qiulu saw in Yanchun, all of them were smooth sailing and carefree every day. She was jealous and envious in her heart. At the same time, no matter how hard she searched, she could not use the symbiotic memory to find the exciting banquet. The place of spring.

Yanchun has lived to this day, it can be said that he can have whatever he wants. One with Mo Qiulu is the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the other is a dung ball rolling in the mud.

How tragic the comparison was, Mo Qiulu was jealous to the death.

She shook her hands, and her gripped nails cut into her palms, but she quickly suppressed her resentful expression, lowered her head and said, "Shuiyun, I don't know how you won't hate me..."

"You think so beautifully," Yan Chun said squinting at her, "Who doesn't hate you? You ask one by one, who doesn't hate you?"

Mo Qiulu gritted her teeth, her lips trembled, she was really hated since she was a child.

However, she soon gave a low laugh, she thought that Yan Chun's life was really good, and everyone really liked her in the past, but unfortunately she was too ignorant of life and death, and made herself a short-lived ghost.

She's still going crazy, and she's so isolated and helpless now that even her own mother doesn't believe her anymore, she's utterly stupid.

Don't you want to rely on her to survive now?

The more Mo Qiulu thought about it, the more happy he became.

She thought of a sentence that Yan Chun was tired of hearing, which would definitely stimulate her.

So he said in a bitter tone: "Shuiyun, I know you are uncomfortable, but you will soon be able to restore the Spiritual Cleansing Pond in the Lingfu, don't make trouble..."

Yan Chun's mind is too simple in the end, and a life that sees the bottom at a glance is not enough to see in front of people who roll through the mud ditch. Even if Yan Chun hits Mo Qiulu's pain point and makes her lose control for a short time, she will not. "Broken bones".

Moreover, Mo Qiulu's words really stabbed Yan Chun's inverse scale. She has vomited listening to these words all these years.

And that's all, the parents and the big brother, they at least really care about her and love her, why does Mo Qiulu speak of her in such a tone?

"I'm making trouble with your grandma!" Yan Chun exploded suddenly, and lifted the food box, and slammed it on Mo Qiulu's body, hanging her with soup and water.

Mo Qiulu didn't hide, she really is higher than Yanchun, at least when it comes to hurting each other, Yanchun can't be calm without her.

Yan Chun regretted it after lifting it. She hadn't eaten yet, so the senior brother must be watching. This time, she was "crazy" again.

Mo Qiulu was wearing soup and water, stood up from the side of the cleansing pool, looked down at Yanchun with a condescending attitude, looked at Yanchun, and said with pity: "Shuiyun, don't get angry, be careful of your body. "

Yanchun blushed with anger.

The feast of spring... plunged into the cleansing pool, and poured a large mouthful of water from the cleansing pool.

The rich and pure spiritual energy rushed into the Yanchun Inner Mansion like a wild dog, biting and smashing the cracks in the spiritual mansion that had been warmed up for the past two days.

Yan Chun knew that Jing Yangyu was coming soon, so she hurry up and took a few more sips.

"Ow..." Mo Qiulu, who had just been successful as a villain, fell to the ground immediately by the pain of tearing through the Lingfu, and rolled over in a mess while pressing her stomach.

"Hahahahaha-" Yan Chun saw this bad thing with his own eyes, and the slutty laughter spread all over the forbidden area.

The so-called random punch kills the old master.

She is not enough to play with her heart, and it is too late now, but she does have the simplest and most rude way to make Mo Qiulu unable to pretend.

Mo Qiulu curled up on the ground, kicking her legs, and her voice was no longer like a human voice.

Yan Chun succeeded in stroking her palms and laughing, and swam from the pool to the shore, like a water ghost pulling a person to be a substitute. Still feeling unsatisfied, she grabbed Mo Qiulu's ankle and dragged her directly into the cleansing pool.

"Ah ah ah ah ah-"

The spiritual energy in the cleansing pond is warm and nourishing for those who cultivate in the high realm, and it cannot stay for too long. For those who cultivate in the low realm such as Mo Qiulu, it is like a weak person who falls into a great tonic, and falls into it and causes all kinds of harm. No benefit.

The reason why Yanchun was able to stay in the Cleansing Spirit Pond all the time before the symbiosis was because her spirit palace was shattered and air leaked from all sides, so she couldn't store and use this pure aura. Later, she was able to stay because the symbiotic neck ring prevented her Lingfu from directly absorbing the spiritual energy, so she had to rely on Mo Qiulu.

But Mo Qiulu fell into the cleansing pond, just like a little frog fell into a boiling frying pan.

Mo Qiulu was thrashing in the water, screaming to crawl out, Yan Chun immediately grabbed her back, put her arms around her neck and pressed her into the cleansing pool.

He also said: "Come on, we look like twins now, we should 'love each other', not everyone can soak in the Diling Pool, it's too precious, let's soak together hehehehe..."

Mo Qiulu was in the Diling Pool, just like a landslide that fell into the sea. The second thing was that she couldn't float. The main thing was that the pure aura was as vast as the sea, and it rushed into her inner palace like a madman, making her unable to bear it at all.

Seeing that blood was leaking from her nose and mouth, and her struggle weakened, Yan Chun leaned on her back and put her arms around her neck, whispering like a devil in her ear: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, I advise Rest your mind as soon as possible, or we will perish together..."

Yan Chun's face was full of madness at this moment, but she never knew what she was doing so clearly in her heart.

And the yin and yang fish that was in the pond, saw Yanchun pulling Mo Qiulu to drown her. She lived in Mo Qiulu's clothes and dragged her into the water with her tail swaying.

The scene was once very brutal.

As Yan Chun said that, she pressed Mo Qiulu into the water again, and asked her to take two sips of the spirit-purifying pond water coveted by countless monks.

However, Jing Yangyu's spiritual sense soon caught a glimpse of what was happening by the pool, and hurriedly appeared by the pool, seeing that Mo Qiulu was breathing more and less, and Yan Chun also turned pale because of Mo Qiulu's weakness, but still Laughing wildly, he hurriedly lifted his robe sleeves and flicked them off, hugging Mo Qiulu to feast on Chun.

Yan Chun was bounced off and hit the wall of the pool, and suddenly coughed, but she laughed while coughing.

Although she felt the severe pain in her spiritual palace because of Mo Qiulu's serious injury, and the feeling of being connected with Mo Qiulu's soul and life, she didn't care, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full of joy.

Jing Yangyu had quickly fished Mo Qiulu out of the Diling Pool, and with a flash of aura in her hand, she dried her clothes stained with the pool water, lest she inhale the spiritual energy and damage the inner palace.

Mo Qiulu slumped in Jing Yangyu's arms like a piece of noodles. Jing Yangyu glanced at Yan Chun with disbelief in his eyes.

He didn't have time to take Mo Qiulu to other places, so he sat by the pool and combed and repaired Mo Qiulu's meridians. Mo Qiulu was still bleeding from his nose and mouth, and Yan Chun also felt the sweetness in his throat.

She swallowed the fishy sweetness, but her heart was empty. After all, over the years, Jing Yangyu was not only someone Yan Chun liked, but also an existence like her brother, father and even a respected teacher.

Love can be cut off with a single sentence, "It doesn't count", but friendship cannot.

It's just that Yan Chun's mood still has a feeling of self-defeating, is this what it feels like to act recklessly? Really happy.

Yan Chun sat in the pond and played with the yin and yang fish that surrounded her, instead of going to see Jing Yang Yu's face no matter what he did, guessing whether he agreed or not.

She did it on purpose, knowing that Jing Yangyu would not watch her kill Mo Qiulu, so she deliberately went wild, so that Mo Qiulu could retreat.

This time, Mo Qiulu should be afraid, right?

Yan Chun thought in her heart that she had completely torn apart her face with Mo Qiulu. If Mo Qiulu was afraid of backing down, it would be the best.

Yanchun knew her parents and Jing Yangyu. They used force to suppress Yanchun, but outsiders would never be **** others.

Mo Qiulu gave up, this was the best ending.

"You would have been able to leave the cleansing pool tomorrow," Jing Yangyu briefly combed through Mo Qiulu's meridians, looked at Yan Chun and said, "This time, you will have to stay for a few more days, Shuiyun, why are you bothering?"

Yanchun didn't want to talk to Jing Yangyu at first. Ever since she said she broke up with Jing Yangyu, every time Jing Yangyu appeared, it was very dazzling and tortured to Yanchun.

It's one thing to decide to give up, but to really let go, but you can't help but have a feast of spring, and you have to listen to your heart.

She couldn't recede her love for Jing Yangyu like an ebb tide in a short time, so she had to try her best to avoid his sight, and simply and rudely did not speak to him.

Jing Yangyu is not a person who will entangle, Yan Chun believes that the relationship between them will gradually fade away.

But Jing Yangyu said this, Mo Qiulu was still lying in his arms, even if this was the consequence of Yan Chun, Yan Chun felt that this scene was extremely dazzling.

Her irritated fangs were exposed again, and she raised her head and smiled at Jing Yang Yu: "I think Senior Brother is distressed, right?"

"Then go back to linger with your lovely 'little sister', don't make me sick in front of me," Yan Chun said, "If I go crazy again, I will immerse her alive. In the pool!"

"Shuiyun, don't do this. If something happens to her, you live with her, and if you lose everything, what can you gain?"

Jing Yangyu looked at Yan Chun, pursed her lips and stepped back a little, distanced herself from Mo Qiulu, the face of the ice sculpture and snow sculpture was almost at a loss.

He never cared about this before, because in Jing Yangyu's eyes, Mo Qiulu had never been regarded as a woman.

No matter whether she is moved or sympathetic, it is because she is compatible with Yanchun's spirit, and that part of Yanchun's spirit is similar.

It's hard for him to be indifferent to his emotions and desires in the middle of his escape from the mortal realm, yet he can still be broken up by Yanchun, and he has forced his heart to avoid suspicion.

But his actions were extremely ironic in Yan Chun's eyes. In the past, she was appetizing and sad, but the senior brother never agreed to it. Now they have broken up. Who is this for?

"Isn't it what you imposed on me?" Yan Chun said: "You don't want to believe me, my parents don't want to believe me, you all force me, don't care about my feelings, as if I can live as long as I live. now..."

Yanchun said: "But I don't want to live by relying on others so vaguely, I'd rather die cleanly!"

"Eldest brother, she likes you, you know, she will definitely listen to you, you can persuade her. She'd better have a long memory and know how to back down, otherwise I promise, today is just the beginning."

Yan Chun looked directly at Jing Yangyu with a rebellious look he had never seen before.

She learned to stop trying to say that Mo Qiulu's real purpose was to replace her. This was the lesson she had learned countless times after she tried to tell the truth, not believing in the blood she groped.

So Yan Chun leaned to the edge of the pool, and said in a lazy and extreme tone: "If she is obsessed and refuses to back down, when I get tired of playing, I will pull her to death!"

Jing Yangyu's expression changed drastically, looking at Yan Chun almost sharply.

"you…"

"You feel right," Yan Chun asked Jing Yangyu uselessly, and said directly, "I'm just crazy."