Why is This Little Brother

Of course, Yan Chun not only wanted to be a hooligan, she was even more curious.

Because Yin Yuchen took off the mask of four elephants on his face, and did not bind his eyes with cloth towels.

After Yan Chun looked at him for a long time, he wanted to see what happened to his eyes, so he covered it no matter the night or day.

It's just that Yanchun stretched her neck from behind Yin Yuchen very hard to look forward, like a big goose intent on attacking people. But she didn't know how to do it, she was sticking very firmly behind Yin Yuchen, but she couldn't go around Yin Yuchen's front and see what was going on in his eyes.

She lay on Yin Yuchen's shoulders, but she could see the profile of his handsome face. She tried several times and failed to see his eyes. She had to follow his scattered long hair and bare chest, looking at the hidden water…

Yan Chun thought that he was dead anyway, and no one would know if he saw it. After feasting his eyes, it was a pity.

Too bad it was herself.

She and her senior brother Jing Yangyu had been on good terms for so many years, but in the end, the only thing that went too far was a few kisses. Most of the time, they were in love and polite. When the senior brother touched her, most of them touched her head with warmth.

Yanchun likes Jing Yangyu's appearance, likes his splendor and cleanliness, and looks up to him.

But he never thought of Jing Yangyu too much, let alone the next three, never even thought about that, always thinking that she was still young. will teach her.

But when she saw this little junior brother who met by chance, she knew for the first time what desire was.

The desire to touch and entangle.

Yan Chun was shocked, and he just had to look at it. It's not okay to go too far with people who can be called strangers.

Moreover, her current state is a bit like when she was once pressed at the bottom of the Purifying Spirit Pond and wandered around by the spiritual mist.

She tried to manipulate her consciousness to get out of here, but it didn't work.

Is she really dead? She couldn't think so optimistically anymore. Dead souls are not bound.

After a long time, the sky was getting brighter, Yin Yuchen was about to take a bath, and she was about to go ashore from the water to get dressed, and Yanchun was still sticking to his back.

Kind of fatal.

Yin Yuchen's long hair was like vines, and the wet stickers were wrapped around his lean body. He walked ashore with his long legs. He hooked up a storage bag from the wet clothes he wore before practicing martial arts, and found it in the storage bag. Wearing an outer sect disciple uniform.

With mixed feelings, Yan Chun watched him dress layer by layer, and she could see more clearly on the shore than underwater. If it wasn't for her erratic state now, or if she wasn't a real person, she would have been burning red and red.

Fortunately, Yin Yuchen didn't know of her existence, otherwise it was really... Really...

The sound of the rustling of the clothes stopped, Yin Yuchen had already put on her clothes, Yan Chun saw Yin Yuchen bent down, and put the pure white handkerchief that had been pressed against the stream with stones before, and put it on her face.

Yan Chun only thought that he was wiping his face with the handkerchief, but Yin Yuchen slowly stood up, the handkerchief was still pressed on his face, and there was no other movement.

Yan Chun stretched his neck again and looked from the side, Yin Yuchen closed his eyes, half of his face was buried in the handkerchief and didn't move.

Yan Chun didn't know why, she never remembered that she had used this white handkerchief before.

Not to mention that after she used it, Yin Yuchen regarded the brocade handkerchief as a treasure, and has not washed it yet, even though the handkerchief had completely lost her breath.

At this moment, the morning light suddenly appeared, and a touch of warm yellow came straight from the horizon. Yan Chun only felt that his body was loosened, and he broke away from Yin Yuchen's back.

Her body was suspended in mid-air, and she looked suspiciously at the light of the sky, and Yin Yuchen raised her face buried in the handkerchief just at this moment.

Yan Chun hurriedly looked down at his face, but before he could see clearly, his whole body twisted in the air.

At first, she was like a piece of paper wrinkled by the wind, her body was folded in a mess, and then she was completely transformed into a gust of spiritual wind, and was quickly swept away from the mountain forest.

In the morning light, the disintegrating Yanchun was taken away by the wind, but Yin Yuchen's eyebrows raised from the handkerchief, but slammed into the sky.

If Yanchun left later, he would find out that Yin Yuchen lied that day.

It is not that he has been blinded since childhood and cannot look directly at the sky.

He is staring at the sky now. It's just that the eyes that look directly at the sky are as clear as a spring, and the other is blood red and demonic.

Looking closely at the dawn, he realized that the redness in his eyes was not a vision or dense blood vessels, but a bright red spot on the bottom of his left eye.

The erythema covered the entire white of his left eye, making his left eye look like it was soaked in blood, but his eyeball was still as pure black as his right eye, but it looked even more bewitching.

In this world, only the bloodthirsty demons have red eyes.

Therefore, since Yin Yuchen was born, he was bullied because of his left eye. No matter what happened, it would be his fault in the end. Even his biological mother treated him like an animal.

He suffered all the hardships and learned to be patient, but because he was beaten, he stopped shouting, but people regarded him as a monster and demon, because only demons do not know pain.

Even his name is Dog. He seemed like a natural beast.

Sad to say, including everyone who has seen his eyes, there is only one Yanchun who is willing to treat him like a normal person.

Yin Yuchen didn't look directly at the sky for a long time, and quickly retracted his gaze, as usual, put on the four elephant mask.

He put away the handkerchief, put away the dirty clothes on the ground, and followed the stone road to the direction of the outer disciple's courtyard.

He thought in his heart that if Jing Yangyu really got involved in the matter of Yin-Yang fish, then the outer door should handle this matter today.

Thinking of this incident, Yin Yuchen couldn't help but think of Yanchun. Thinking of Yanchun, the expression under his mask softened naturally.

Even if Yan Chun appeared unexpectedly, he couldn't help but say that helping to deal with the yin and yang fish actually disrupted Yin Yuchen's plan, but Yin Yuchen liked this, and liked Yanchun's intervention in his affairs, no matter what happened in the end.

He remembered the kiss with full meaning, and the blood was dripping from the heart.

Yin Yuchen didn't know that Yanchun stayed with him all night last night, and the morning light was swept away by the spiritual mist, otherwise he would be ecstatic.

And Yan Chun, who was swept away by the wind, was in a daze for a while, and then returned to his body again.

She woke up at the bottom of the cleansing pool, opened her eyes and sank to the bottom.

Sure enough, she did not die as she wished. At this moment, the sky light reflected in the cleansing pond, coating the spiritual mist with a layer of warm yellow.

Yan Chun wiped the water on her face and looked around. In the empty forbidden area, except for the lingering spiritual mist, she was the only one.

An unspeakable resentment surged in Yan Chun's heart, thinking of the future she saw in the mirror of life and soul, there was a kind of despair like a trapped beast.

Fate seems to have shown her sinister fangs to Yan Chun when she dared to reach out and hold the child who was about to be drawn into the devil's cave.

Yan Chun was lying on the edge of the pool, like falling into an ice lake, the needle-like cold refused to let go of every seam of her bones, freezing her flesh and making her soul freeze.

"When~"

Suddenly, something hit the wall of the pool and there was a crisp sound.

Yan Chun looked down and saw the exquisite neck ring around his neck with astonishment.

In the end, has it come this far?

Yan Chun lowered her head and stretched out her hand to touch the collar, vaguely remembering that when she repaired the Ling Mansion yesterday, the pain was so painful that she wanted to die, and her mother put the collar on her with her own hands.

How ridiculous, she loves her so much, but she is killing her existence with her own hands.

Yanchun groped for the gold-covered jade on the neck ring with her hands, and the dense runes radiated strange auras under her hands.

This aura actually wrapped around Yan Chun's fingers, penetrated into her skin meridians, and then slowly penetrated into the Lingfu.

Yanchun chased Lingguang to peek into the meridian Lingfu, and the inner palace has changed a lot.

If she didn't know anything, she must be ecstatic now.

Her stagnant and cracked meridians have recovered as before, and even the cracks above her spiritual palace have been repaired.

Ke Yanchun burst into tears, but it wasn't because of wishful thinking that he had recovered this time, but just held his breath and waited, waiting for when his body would completely lose control.

The reason why the method of symbiosis is against the right path is because another intact spiritual palace is used to nourish another spiritual palace.

Like a mother, she should have been grateful to Mo Qiulu who volunteered to help her continue her life.

But she caught a glimpse of the mirror of life and soul. She knew that this symbiosis was a sorcery. Although she didn't know how evil it was, she saw that she was being manipulated by Mo Qiulu.

Mo Qiulu will become more and more like her, and when she becomes her completely, Yanchun will become a body without self-consciousness.

Life is better than death.

She told many people over the years, especially Fu Tianlan, that she would believe in herself and not treat herself like this.

But still got this far.

Yan Chun cried and cried, and then laughed again.

"No one wants to control me!" she roared.

A moment passed, an hour passed, and Yan Chun roughly estimated according to the sky. She tremblingly peered into the spiritual palace, and found that not only did her spiritual palace not crack, but it was slowly healing, and her sanity was not deprived.

She calmed down a bit, slowly lay on the side of the pool, carefully recalled the prophecy after the symbiosis, and kept thinking in her mind, now that she has reached this point...

The thief God refuses to let her die well, then no one wants to live happily!

Yan Chun thought of a way.

"Haha, haha, hahaha!" Yan Chun laughed like a madman. Anyway, she was the only one here, no matter how frantic she screamed, her voice couldn't penetrate the ban and spread outside.

Like a big moth who fell into the water, she happily fluttered in the cleansing pool for a long time, and found that she was so excited and made such a big move, her spiritual palace was still recovering and there was no tendency to crack again, she was at least temporarily healthy isn't it?

She had to "enjoy" this false health.

To his grandma's life!

Go to his grandfather's soul mirror!

The cultivator who has seen the Life Soul Mirror is either dead or crazy, why doesn't she really go crazy?

In the mirror of life and soul, it was reflected that her spiritual palace was broken and could not be repaired, and she went down the mountain alone in the heavy snow, with blood on her front.

It reflected that her beloved senior brother no longer loved her, but fell in love with Mo Qiulu who stole her appearance, why!

Yanchun was like a boulder that had been pressed on her heart for years, being removed. The long sword called "Shenzhen Lone Star" that passed through her chest was still dripping with blood, but she could no longer feel the pain.

Yan Chun laughed enough, and wiped his face fiercely. The noon sky reflected in the pool, and on her lips, which had never been bloodless, but now turned rosy, was like a touch of fresh spring color on top of a landscape ink painting, which made Yanchun's whole person come alive in an instant.

Jing Yangyu entered the forbidden area and was seeing this scene in the cleansing pool. He seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago. The little junior sister went down the mountain with him to practice. Although he could use the cleansing spell, he had to play in the mountain stream.

At that time, Yanchun was just like this moment, fresh and lovely, like a bright color that could not be ignored, a touch of annoying and incomparably charming spring breeze, which opened a gap called "Little Junior Sister" in Jing Yangyu's firm Taoism.

Since then, on Jing Yangyu's road to immortality, there has been another Yanchun that affects his mood.

"you're awake…"

Jing Yangyu suddenly lost his temper for a while, and even forgot to use teleportation, he ran to the pool and squatted down, holding down Yan Chun who was about to climb out of the pool, and said, "Don't come out, you have to stay in there for a while. sky."

He was very uneasy, and he didn't even dare to look Yanchun in the eyes, for fear that Yanchun would make trouble in the next moment.

"Senior brother..." Yan Chun called out to Jing Yangyu.

She raised her head, screamed lingeringly, and took Jing Yangyu's hand and pressed it on her face.

"Senior brother..." Yan Chun pulled him down, hooked his neck, followed his slightly pursed lips and kissed him, unceremoniously digging into the gap between his slightly opened lips because of surprise.

Yan Chun is not good at kissing, but because of his youthfulness and boldness, this kiss hit Jing Yangyu's heart as hard as Hong Zhong.

Jing Yangyu fell to the edge of the pool, her eyes trembled, her cold lips and face flushed with hot flashes.

Yan Chun was a little absent-minded. She closed her eyes and kissed her once-favorite senior brother, but the profile of Yanli, the little junior brother at the foot of the mountain, flashed in her mind.

Yan Chun's heart skipped a beat, frowned and opened his eyes.

Jing Yangyu also immediately returned to his senses, pushed Yan Chun away, his lips trembled slightly, and he blinked his eyes, barely able to stabilize his voice, put his hands on the edge of the pool, and asked Yan Chun aloud, "Junior sister, what are you... doing?"

Yan Chun looked at Jing Yangyu and smiled after a while, especially clean and simple.

She hadn't laughed like this for a long time, which shocked Jing Yangyu even more than she suddenly kissed Jing Yangyu.

"Senior Brother, I'm so happy." Yan Chun said, "My spiritual palace has been repaired, and I'm finally fine!"

The more Yan Chun said, the happier he seemed, "Eldest brother, I'm fine, I'm fine!"

"I hahaha... I'm finally okay woo woo woo..." Yan Chun hugged Jing Yangyu again, jumping up and down with joy in the cleansing pool, crying and laughing.

Jing Yangyu half-knelt by the pool, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his brows were like the true gods on the offering platform in the mortal world, and his handsome nose rubbed the top of Yanchun's head.

Also affected by Yanchun's emotions, his face, which has always been difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, finally showed some relief and softness, a look that was lost and found.

He hugged Yanchun back, lowered his head and buried it in Yanchun's neck, suppressing the sourness in his eyes.

But soon he froze, because the collar of Yanchun's neck had reached Jing Yangyu's chin, and another silver collar flashed in his mind uncontrollably, and there was someone wearing that collar, very similar to Yanchun. a face.

Before Jing Yangyu came to see Yanchun, he was accompanying that person. Jing Yangyu thought that she was lying on the bed, and her thin shoulders and neck seemed to be unable to bear the unspeakable pain, and trembled thinly.

But she was still pretending to be strong, and she called him with an incomparable smile: "Eldest brother..."

"Eldest brother..." The voice seemed to ring in his ears.

"Senior Brother?" Yan Chun patted Jing Yangyu's face.

Jing Yangyu snapped back to his senses, his expression as embarrassed as a cracked god.

Yan Chun had a smile on his face, although his face had not yet disappeared, but it was as bright as a dead tree with new branches: "What are you thinking?"

She hooked Jing Yangyu's neck, pulled him and leaned over, the tip of her nose was against his, revealing her nasty fangs, she squinted and asked, "You're thinking of my other face, right?"

"What did you think of? Huh?"

Yanchun grabbed the hair behind Jing Yangyu's head and pulled at him to force him to ask, "Have you kissed her too? Or have you and her been... double repaired?"