Shen Qingxuan was actually somewhat afraid of snakes. This is not a big deal. Youdao was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the rope. He had the experience of being bitten on the wrist by a snake and half-dead. He was not afraid of snakes before ghosts. But a snake is a snake, and Yimo is Yimo. Although Yimo is a snake demon, Shen Qingxuan is not afraid of him. After all, the humanoid Yimo is completely different from the icy long insect covered with tiny scales. Therefore, he has always known that Yimo is a snake demon, and it is only limited to the concept of "knowing". Until that night, Yimo in the hot spring showed his true form. Although Shen Qingxuan was drunk, he was frightened, and he didn't dare to let go. Wearing that hard scaled body, pretending to be trapped in the hideous horror. It was actually dealt with by him.

So this morning, when Shen Qingxuan, who was sweating profusely in the nightmare, opened his eyes and saw the situation on his body, he immediately opened his mouth and screamed, almost "Ah"—almost, almost, screamed. He didn't call it out, but it was also because of his personality, and the repression and forbearance in his bones made him close his mouth ruthlessly as soon as the syllable was almost uttered. Of course, he also remembered that the guy who wrapped his legs, locked his waist, wrapped around his chest, with his head resting on his collarbone was closing his eyes and occasionally spitting out snake letters, it was Yimo. In a posture of hemp rope binding, he entangled him so fiercely that he had nightmares, and then he slept soundly... Shen Qingxuan was very angry.

I was so angry that had the urge to tear this guy off, skin and eviscerate it and throw it into the soup pot! ——After being tossed into the middle of the night at night, he was finally able to fall asleep, but because of this strange posture, he had all nightmares, and when he woke up, he was almost scared to death, how could Shen Qingxuan not be angry, he was quite angry.

Angrily, he raised his hand and slammed it over his head - when his palm was about to fall, it suddenly slowed down, and he slowly touched the snake's body, like the gentle movement of leaves falling on the ground. Shen Qingxuan was reluctant to hit him. But he didn't fight and was puzzled, Shen Qingxuan waited for a while, stretched out his index finger, poked, poked again, and continued to poking... The poking snake head flickered in front of his chest, and the sweet dream of poking was in full swing. Emer wakes up.

The round human eyes met the round snake eyes, one person and one snake looked at each other for a long time, Shen Qingxuan retracted his hand shyly, "I'm almost out of breath.

The snake didn't open its mouth, but Shen Qingxuan clearly heard Yimo's voice and said, "Can't breathe? Don't beg me for a while."

Shen Qingxuan didn't understand, the snake body that bound him like a rope loosened, Yimo crawled over his chest quite leisurely, and climbed all the way to the pillow beside him, returned to his human form, and continued to sleep.

So, the moment Shen Qingxuan loosened his bindings, he felt a severe pain in his legs, his face was pale in pain, even worse than when he was frightened before, Dou-da's cold sweat also came out from his forehead, and the beads rolled out. Down.

It was the calf that had been unconscious for more than ten years that was hurting so intensely.

Yimo closed his eyes and didn't look at it. He explained leisurely: "Your leg has been necrotic for all these years, and it is impossible to be as good as before."

Shen Qingxuan struggled and said, "Then why didn't it hurt just now?"

"I don't want you to hurt, you naturally don't." Yimo replied lightly.

Shen Qingxuan was suffocating in his chest, he really wanted to be mad at him, how could there be such a person, but he poked him a few times, and held such vengeance! His expression was clear, and Yimo opened his eyes when he saw it, and was really unhappy, "In your eyes, that's what I am?"

Shen Qingxuan knew that he had misunderstood as soon as he heard it, but who made him say so "infuriated", plus the pain was unbearable, he grabbed Yimo's arm and bit it when he opened his mouth. How ruthless. Yimo drew back his hand, looked at the teeth marks on his arm, and said seriously, "My blood is poisonous."

Shen Qingxuan: "..." After waiting for a while, the pain was so unbearable that he retracted into his arms and said, "It hurts so much, it's better to poison me."

Yimo patted the person in his arms, and said calmly: "It's a pity that you can't get your wish, your body has no longer responded to my venom."

Shen Qingxuan: "..." Which of the two of them has become a monster? !

The weather was hot at noon, and Mr. Shen braved the sweltering heat to walk in the courtyard, the courtyard corridor, the pavilion and the lotus pond one by one. In the early years, when he was running around outside, the wind and cold attacked his bones. The sunny day can make his bones feel more comfortable. He walked all the way to Shen Qingxuan's south courtyard, there should have been servants to greet him, but he didn't see any of them. Master Shen felt a little strange. He paused at the gate of the courtyard, and walked around the courtyard wall, through the bamboo forest, when he heard whispers from the courtyard.

"If you don't help, you will toss people." It was the son's voice.

"..."

"I don't believe you can't just let me walk like a fly."

Master Shen got closer again, and only then did he hear Yimo's voice: "You have been abandoned for so many years, and your muscles are already blocked. If you don't endure this hardship, even if you can leave now, it will only last for two or three years. You can still get sick in your legs."

Guessing something vaguely in his heart, Master Shen waited for a while, and after walking around to the rockery, he put his toes on his toes to look, and saw that the son, who should have been sitting on the chair, was standing with Yimo, even though he was not standing. Steady, but also standing, both of them turned their backs to him, while Shen Qingxuan took a small step, his center of gravity was unstable, he almost fell, was hugged by Yimo, and stood up again.

Emer said, "Are your feet a decoration?"

Shen Qingxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'm not very skilled at calling it."

"Take off your socks."

"Um?"

"Take off."

"How do I take it off while standing?"

"..." Yimo helped the person to sit down and sighed: "Xiaobao will be gone."

"..." Shen Qingxuan was very angry, "Don't compare me to a five-month-old baby!"

Yimo glanced at him: "You are not as good as him."

Shen Qingxuan was speechless.

Master Shen should have left or stepped forward, but he didn't know why, but he just stood there, watching quietly, motionless.

Stepping on the ground with bare feet, Shen Qingxuan steadied his body and took another step cautiously. This time, he recovered half of his feet. Although he swayed, he did not fall. Yimo supported him and walked a few more steps, much more steady, Shen Qingxuan smiled, "I will go."

Yimo commented: "Don't you think it's strange to hear this from someone who is about to turn 30?"

Shen Qingxuan was not annoyed, he just glared at him, and then showed a big smile, hugged him, "What's strange, you monster has lived for thousands of years, and you have so little knowledge."

Yimo said, "Your leg still hurts?" Shen Qingxuan said there was still some. Yimo pushed the person in his arms away directly, "Then go by yourself."

Shen Qingxuan staggered for a few steps, but actually stopped, turned around and hummed, "Just walk by yourself." Walking around the tree with bare feet.

Yimo asked, "Is there any difference between you holding the tree and holding me?"

Shen Qingxuan said, "Yes. I don't want to hug it when I hold it, but I want to hug you when I support you."

With a wave of Yimo's hand, the century-old tree disappeared suddenly. Shen Qingxuan and him were arguing with him over language, and he was very proud. The image is extremely embarrassing.

Father Shen, who was hiding behind the rockery, silently supported his forehead. Is this really his son? Is this really that taciturn, gentle and polite eldest son of the Shen family? Just like a rogue!

Shen Qingxuan climbed up from the ground, patted the dust angrily, lowered his head and continued to walk on the open space without the shade of the tree canopy. Going round after round, walking faster and faster, and then almost ran, running with dust on his face and sweating profusely. Immo stopped.

Shen Qingxuan stopped when he heard the sound, and looked at him with a smile. Then tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

The sky was as blue as wash, and the sweatdrops were reflected in colorful colors by the bright sun. He stood in front of Yimo, silently, with tears streaming down his face.

Yimo stood for a moment, then stretched out his hand, robes and sleeves, and hugged him into his arms.

Emer said, "You are dirty."

He said, "Hmm."

Yimo said, "Your leg still hurts?"

He said, "Hmm."

"My legs hurt because I'm not used to stretching my muscles," Yimo said.

He said, "What then?"

Emer said, "Let it get used to it."

"Huh. Huh?" Then why are you holding me? Shen Qingxuan was puzzled.

Yimo hugged him and walked into the building with a serious tone: "Intercourse can make your muscles get used to stretching."

Shen Qingxuan spat at him and commented: "Public prostitution in the daytime." But he also let him carry him back to the room, without the slightest objection.

Daddy Shen's face turned red and white, which was very exciting, and he instinctively suspected Yimo's intentions. How can you not doubt it? Xu Shiming has made it very clear that he is not a human, but a demon who has practiced for thousands of years. If Xu Shiming was lying, it was impossible for Shen Qingxuan to lie in the conversation just now, so Yimo was a demon. This is a solid fact. And how could a demon with a profound Taoism not know his approach, how could he remain indifferent? So Master Shen was absolutely sure that Yimo knew that he was watching here, perhaps since he approached the courtyard, Yimo knew it.

Know, but avoid it, and even make such a move. It's really hard for Master Shen to tell what his intentions are.

Daddy Shen stood behind the rockery, looked up at the sky, and only lowered his head and looked at the green grass growing in the crevices beside his feet until he was pierced by the bright sun, turned around and walked away. go out. He hadn't figured out how to deal with this matter, but he wasn't too surprised to see the two of them cuddling. Once he took some things to heart, he would carefully observe and figure it out. After the New Year's Eve, he carefully observed his son There was nothing unusual about their behavior, and even when they occasionally talked about Yimo at breakfast, there was no sign that their relationship was unusual. But there will always be something strange. For example, every time the housekeeper comes to report, saying that Mr. Yi has come and stayed. At breakfast the next day, my son's expression was always a little more tired. In the past, Master Shen would have thought that they were talking and staying up late, but now, when he looked closely, he saw something other than burnout in his son's eyebrows. It was a kind of laziness after one's contentment, exuding an air of lazy satisfaction. Three points tired, seven points satisfied. Any adult man who has gone through personnel can only think with his toes and understand why.

Master Shen was very angry for a while. Such immorality has never been seen in the Shen family since their ancestors.

In anger but at a loss, it was his parent and child, watching him grow up, from a lively teenager to a gloo adult; watching him jumping around, and then hiding in the forest. Now finally come back, stay by side every day to serve, take care of the family business, kind and gentle, like a new born.

After watching this scene in the courtyard, realized that such a change was not because of the care given by the family, but because of a monster.

The monster made his child talk again, walk again, and lean on him, never neglecting.

Shen Qingxuan would tease him wantonly and cry silently.

Master Shen thought, it has been many years, and he has not seen him cry, crying like a child who has been wronged.

Crying like a child who can finally throw himself into the arms of his loved one after suffering so much grievance.

Master Shen returned to the study and sat there until dark. Just after night fell, the wind outside the window began to whistle, and the trees made a rustling sound. In the darkness, Mr. Shen lit the candlestick. .

Master Shen walked out the door and ordered the servants and maids to close the door. It seemed that it was going to rain.

Thunderstorms in summer come fiercely, go quickly, and occasionally fall for a few days and nights, which is not surprising.

It's just that for some reason, Master Shen felt that the rain tonight was a little unusual.

The sound of exploding thunder resounded through the sky, and the night sky was suddenly illuminated by lightning, again and again, with very short intervals, like a butcher's knife that was about to slash people.

Shen Qingxuan was lying on the bed at this time, holding a snake in his arms, um, it was a big snake with a thick bowl.

Holding the big snake in his arms, he looked at the lightning and thunder outside the window and asked, "That's it?"

The big snake spat out a letter, "That's it."

"Then what if I throw you out the window?"

"It chops me," said Emer. "Will you try?"

Shen Qingxuan thought for a while, "Then will you be hacked to death?"

"No." Yimo stood up, "I'm just too lazy to hide."

Shen Qingxuan was stunned, "...In other words, instead of hiding, you would rather be struck by lightning to the point of severely damaging your vitality?"

Emer admitted without shame.

As if he was very angry at his answer, at this moment, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window, and Shen Qingxuan watched the century-old tree that was turned away and returned by Yimo during the day. cut open.

Yimo also saw it, he sighed, and seemed to be talking to himself in a puzzled way: "But the truth is, why are you so angry."

Shen Qingxuan suddenly felt that Yimo's temperament, in addition to making himself angry, there are actually many, many guys who don't know whether they are human beings, demons or immortals are just as angry as him, right?

"Then, have you ever been hacked?" Shen Qingxuan asked.

Emer said, "Of course."

"real?"

"The first catastrophe." Yimo said. In fact, it was still very uncomfortable to be hacked, but at that time he had just cultivated into a human form and knew that the catastrophe was coming. At that time, there were too many cultivators around him who were hiding for the catastrophe. The monster was boring, so he simply didn't hide. It was coiled on a tree. It was probably the first time the person who came to assess the monster had seen such a monster who could not hide. A thunder struck, and the snake entrenched on the tree fell into the dead wood. It was neither killed nor injured, but woke up after being in a coma for a few days.

After waking up, it was as if every bone had been dismantled and replaced with a hot soldering iron. It was extremely uncomfortable, but couldn't die. That feeling was even more boring than imagined. Once again, Yimo would be no more. When the thunder strikes, before the calamity comes, find a rich and noble family and hide in it.

Yimo said: "Actually, not many demons died in the robbery. Most of them died in their own hands, or in the hands of mortals." There was a smile in his tone. There are more Taoist priests and monks than those who died in the catastrophe, but most of them are caused by themselves."

Shen Qingxuan rubbed his forehead, "I always thought that a catastrophe was a terrible thing."

Imo said, "The only one who can kill the monsters is the monsters themselves."

Simple, yet thought provoking.Shen Qingxuan hugged the snake in his arms tightly, and touched the cold scales. When he touched it in reverse, it felt like a blade had slipped through his palm, which was quite painful.

Most things in this world, once they go backwards, will hurt.