Chapter 18

"Why are you here?" Yi Ning narrowed his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and said quietly.

In fact, he didn't want to say that. It's just that he had just made up his mind to keep a distance from Yan Xuan, but he followed.

But Yan Xuan didn't seem to care, and walked towards him slowly, every step seemed to be stepping on Yi Ning's heart, and he nervously clenched the hilt of the sword.

Until Yan Xuan stopped in front of him, gently stretched out his arms and hugged him. Yi Ning's body froze suddenly, a little cold, belonging to Yan Xuan's embrace, making Yi Ning suddenly at a loss.

What is he going to say to himself? Yi Ning's heart was beating wildly, and he seemed to have a premonition of what the other party wanted to say.

Yan Xuan hugged him contentedly, rubbed against Yi Ning's neck, and sighed, "Why doesn't Shangxian resist?" The other hand pressed down on Yi Ning's waist with some force, forcing him to get closer Own.

Yi Ning's face turned red, and he had to admit that just now, all he thought about was what Yan Xuan was going to tell him, and he even forgot to push him away.

"Huh?" Yan Xuan was still urging deliberately, "If it's me, can I do anything?"

These words seemed a little weird, but Yi Ning looked up at him, but Yan Xuan clenched his chin.

"Can you kiss too?"

Yi Ning was stunned. At this moment, all the defense lines he had established were washed away by the torrential flood named Yan Xuan, and they were on the verge of collapse.

Even he himself didn't know what to say at this moment, the air became thin, making him slightly suffocated, making him just want to back up, run away, and get out of here. Yi Ning recited the mantra subconsciously: "Thirsty."

For a long time, Yan Xuan's hand was still on his waist, and he smiled at him as usual, "What did you say?"

Yi Ning's pupils shrank slightly, and a coldness climbed up from his spine to his heart.

He clenched the hilt of the sword beside him, and said again, "Thirsty."

Yan Xuan's face, under the dim yellow light, looked a little creepy, gentle, and unfamiliar.

Yi Ning stared at his face for a long time, then suddenly smiled helplessly.

Yes, how could Yan Xuan do this to him.

He raised the sword and said coldly in "Yan Xuan"'s ear: "I hate others to play with me the most." In the next second, Yi Ning stabbed the sword into "Yan Xuan"'s belly with lightning speed. .

Together with his inexplicable, ugly and despicable feelings are sealed in this sword.

In an instant, blood spattered.

"Yan Xuan" smiled, seemingly satisfied with what he saw, and praised: "As expected of the Immortal Yi Ning, I almost kissed you with this disgusting face."

Yi Ning's face was calm, he had already guessed the identity of the other party.

It's nothing more than that madman who talked to Fang Shilan about the taste of a man - Fu Zhuo.

Even if his Guoyun sword has no mana, it can burn the flesh of the demon race.

Unless this is also Fu Zhuo's disguise.

Yi Ning drew out his sword, and a figure rushed over from the dark part of the passage, pressing "Yan Xuan" to the ground and punching him. The two scuffled together.

It happened so fast that Yi Ning didn't have time to think about it, so he pulled out his sword and stabbed it.

"Yi Ning!" One of them shouted in a low voice and turned his head, but it was also Yan Xuan, "He is Fu Zhuo!"

Yi Ning:  …

No matter which one is the real Yan Xuan, it proves that Yan Xuan really followed him secretly.

Mingming just showed him his face just now, why did he sneak over here.

Are you afraid he will die accidentally? Yi Ning unconsciously wanted to laugh.

"Fuck you are Fu Zhuo." Another accused Yan Xuan slammed him against the wall, and a black, highly poisonous magic mist rose up in his hands.

That is the magic fog that belongs to the half-magic. Could this be the real Yan Xuan?

"I have been sealed for nine years, and the seal has been strengthened every year. You are so stupid that you can't even recognize me?" Yan Xuan, who was pressed against the wall, kicked him far away, and said to Yi Ning angrily.

The corners of Yi Ning's mouth twitched slightly, this nasty speech should be true, but he didn't really want to recognize it.

Another Yan Xuan wiped the blood that was beaten, and said with a sneer, "Are you me? Then what do you think Yi Ning likes to eat?"

Yi Ning: ? What does it have to do with him.

Besides, it's really impossible for Yan Xuan to know what he likes to eat.

The air seemed to be frozen, and the three of them looked at each other with their swords raised.

After a long time, there was finally a sound.

"Oranges." Yan Xuan turned his face away, the tips of his ears seemed to be slightly red, "I like to eat oranges, right?" I don't know if it was Yi Ning's illusion, but he actually saw a hint of shyness on Yan Xuan's face.

What he said was that in the fruit basket that the boy sent that day, they shared the same orange.

Yi Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and suddenly he didn't dare to look into Yan Xuan's eyes, and whispered, "Who said I like to eat?"

However, it also proves that the other person should be fake.

Yi Ning was about to draw his sword and stab him, but he didn't expect the other party to pounce on Yan Xuan.

It's over, just separated, and now it's messed up again. Yi Ning helped her forehead, and if she went on like this, Fang Shilan's side would really divert everyone away.

If Gan Er was here, just by smelling it, you would know which one was the real Yan Xuan. But Gan Er went to the passage on the left now, Yi Ning had no mana, and that Fu Zhuo still had a half-demon mist, which was even more difficult to tell.

In the shadow of the sword, light and sword, the two of them fought evenly, and even the black magic fog could compete with each other. Yi Ning remembered such a scene in a trance.

It seems that there was indeed a man named Fu Zhuo. When he was traveling, he heard that this person had a very good relationship with Yan Xuan.

It was only later that it was said that Fu Zhuo was killed by his biological father. At that time, many people applauded, but they did not expect to die.

Yi Ning had never seen Fu Zhuo, so he was not impressed, but only occasionally heard of his notoriety.

This man has a very bad character and kills countless people. Compared with him, Yan Xuan is much more well-behaved.

But that may also be because Yan Xuan, who was nine years ago, had been focusing on harassing Yi Ning, and he was too lazy to do something homicidal.

The only time Yi Ning saw Yan Xuan kill with his own eyes was the day he sealed Yan Xuan.

It was just a disciple of the Ming Guangzong who was burnt to ashes by the half-demon fog. At that time, he rushed over and saw Yan Xuan holding a knife, blood-stained on his face, and standing beside the corpse. .

At that time, he raised his eyes, and his golden pupils shone with dim light.

"Yan Xuan, stand still." Yi Ning said suddenly, just when he had a flash of inspiration, he remembered something.

The two Yan Xuan stayed in the same place at the same time, but they were well-behaved. Yi Ning lowered his eyelashes, took out the realgar wine from the storage ring and poured it on them violently.

"Fuck." Yan Xuan scolded, and blue-black python lines began to appear all over his body, and his pupils also turned golden.

This time it is easy to recognize.

Yi Ning touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly, looked at Yan Xuan who had been splashed with wet realgar wine, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Yan Xuan pursed her lips and stabbed the knife into Fu Yan's heart. He is not in a good mood now.

It's not because Yi Ning poured his wine, but the picture of Yi Ning standing with Fu Zhuo just now in his mind, what did he do to Yi Ning?

court death.

Drinking poison into his body, Fu Zhuo grabbed his blade, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and laughed in his mood: "Yan Xuan, long time no see, why are you still following Yi Ning now, are you his dog?" Yan Xuan stirred his body with a knife, and said coldly, "Fake body? You'll be dead when I find you."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you." Fu Yan sneered, looked back at Yi Ning, winked at him frivolously, and said, "Shangxian, goodbye."

In the next second, Fu Zhuo was entangled by the magic mist and turned into a huge black mouse.

He is a half-demon of the rat race.

So he can use a mouse to become his fake like Fang Shilan, and his hiding place should be like a cave made by Fang Shilan, hidden underground.

Most importantly, Yi Ning suddenly understood where the curse poison on his body came from.

Because Fang Shilan once said that only the rat tribe can cast the curse poison. Isn't Fu Zhuo also the Rat Race?

Yi Ning's face suddenly sank, and many clues were connected in his mind. It seems that the mastermind behind Liu Rugeng is also Fu Zhuo.

What does he want to do, and why is it always directed at himself.

Every time he thinks about a problem, Yi Ning has no time to take care of others, let alone noticing that Yan Xuan walked towards him with a dark face.

"Where did I touch you?" Yan Xuan's tone was vicious, recalling Yi Ning's thoughts, he looked up at Yan Xuan, and said innocently, "What did you say?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yan Xuan walked over and looked at Yi Ning from top to bottom, his face instantly ugly.

"Hold you." Not a question, but an affirmation.

He could even smell the button that Gong Xiuxian gave him, not to mention that Fu Zhuo was holding him at that time. Yan Xuan stood on the spot with Fu Zhuo's blood on the tip of the knife. Although he was killed with a fake body, Fu Zhuo looked fine on the surface, but he must have been seriously injured. Yan Xuan regretted not slashing him a few more times just now.

Hearing his words, Yi Ning suppressed the slightly upward curvature of the corners of his mouth and said softly, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Yan Xuan wiped away the blood on the tip of the knife expressionlessly, and had already slashed Fu Zhuo several times in his heart.

The realgar wine on the hair was dripping down, sticky and wet, and the sting made Yanxuan itchy and painful. After a pause, he said unwillingly to Yi Ning, "Do you have a handkerchief? Wipe it for me."

Like a child's temper, Yi Ning almost couldn't help laughing, took out a handkerchief from the storage ring and threw it to him.

"Is it funny, wipe your husband clean." Yan Xuan grabbed the handkerchief and said every word, with a hint of grinding his teeth.

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and stuffed the handkerchief into Yi Ning's palm, staring at him, as if Yi Ning would not stop until he wiped it.

Stubborn and bad-tempered. But Yan Xuan was really kind to him. have to admit that when Yan Xuan just appeared, Yi Ning suddenly felt at ease.

After all, Yan Xuan really regarded him as a friend.

Thinking of this, Yi Ning spread out the handkerchief in the palm of his hand and slowly raised his hand to dry Yan Xuan's hair.

The faint smell of cedar that belonged to Yi Ning hit, Yan Xuan's heartbeat slowed a little, and he froze unconsciously.

However, Yi Ning's hand reached into the air and stopped.

"Look down."

Yi Ning gritted his teeth secretly.