Sheng Lingyuan had a long dream.

Generally speaking, unless he is seriously injured, his master will not fall into deep sleep for too long. But I don’t know if he was unfamiliar with his dream, or if the demonic energy he had been drained from the bronze cauldron before was not replenished. Tian Sheng Lingyuan actually lost the spiritual platform for a while and was confused for half his life in the chaotic dream.

There was no coherent plot. He knew vaguely that he was trapped in a chaotic dream, but for a moment he felt very cold as if he had returned to the last decade of his reign. The cold air oozed out from the cracks of his bones, and the tip of his nose seemed to linger in the smell of the fire from the red abyss. He couldn't help but numb his hands and feet, like a puppet who was once again pushed to the edge of the rolling magma by the times, and jumped again...

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly woke up, with a shocking blood color remaining in his eyes. The bedside lamps, water cups, mirrors, and glass windows beside him were shattered by the turbulent demonic energy, and the cold wind in the middle of winter rushed into the room.

Before he could come to his senses, he heard someone beside him "hissing", and then his hair was pulled back again - Xuan Ji was sleeping poorly and spread himself all over Sheng Lingyuan, and he squeezed away the quilt, and he was in aggrieved to form a ball on the foot of the bed.

With a big bed, someone wouldn't find a place to stay well on his own and insisted on squeezing others. Sheng Lingyuan's half of his shoulder was pressed out of consciousness, and his hair was even more entangled with him... He lay down and was neatly neatly, but he didn't know how he was rubbed like this. No wonder he was cold and paralyzed in his dream.

Xuan Ji was awakened by the cold wind. As soon as he moved, he pulled his hair back. He raised his hand in a daze. The glass slag on the ground flew up in a mess and blocked the window in a mess. He repaired the glass window like a kaleidoscope mirror. Then he hooked his feet back to the cool quilt, supported himself, and shook off the long hair wrapped around his neck.

Sheng Lingyuan's three thousand black hairs had nowhere to fall, so they slid into his pajamas like flowing water and passed through his chest. Xuan Ji suddenly felt excited, and layers of trembling rose up on the back of his spine, and woke up.

It was already dark and the street lights were not off work. People who wanted to avoid the morning rush hour were already on the road. The lights outside the window swept in from the curtains that were blown by the wind to one side. Unlike the wind lights and candlelights in Sheng Lingyuan's memory, the lights here are more refreshing, horizontal and vertical, without swaying or jumping. Although they are so dazzling that they make people uncomfortable, they make the world full of people.

Sheng Lingyuan lost his mind for a moment, and his soul returned to his position, remembering where and where he was.

By the way, he is at home...

After Sheng Lingyuan recovered his body temperature, resumed his breathing, and could maintain his awakening time for a little longer, he refused to stay in a sanatorium.

The sanatorium was as quiet as if it was not as good as the world's fireworks, and even the smog was not very good, and he always reminded him of the empty and quiet Duling Palace. His Majesty is sometimes very tolerant and cares about nothing, but when he thinks it is unnecessary or simply doesn't want to make do, those willfulness that has been accustomed to by the corrupt feudal aristocratic class emerges.

He said he would leave immediately, but he didn't explain why. Everyone, including Director Huang, was nervous by him.

Xuan Ji was not born last year, but this one was a zombie last year. Everyone didn't have time to get along with him. For the first time, it felt the live version of "The Unpredictable Heart" - Sheng Lingyuan. He said everything he asked him, and he said he didn't need to improve it. He just said it was not necessary - it was all good, and he didn't change it anywhere, but he just didn't live here.

Even if he couldn't even stand up for a while, he could only take a wheelchair.

Finally, Xuan Ji made the decision and said that His Majesty was dissatisfied with him, so he led Sheng Lingyuan back to the small apartment in Yong'an with a group of people's worried eyes.

Anyway, the general direction of Chiyuan's affairs has been finalized, and there will be no important meetings in a short period of time. He can go there if there is any matter.

The small apartment is really a bird cage. It is so tight that it is placed in the bedroom. When you open the window, you can hear what to eat for dinner next door. A newly resentful couple brought upstairs, fighting every day, and hearing as sharp as Sheng Lingyuan. He has already learned about these two cocks and dogs in their marriage.

But he was still quite happy and didn't even let Xuan Ji support the space magic array.

Sheng Lingyuan wanted everything opposite to Dixiang Duling - even narrow, crowded, and noisy.

In this way, he could see the slightly cracked ceiling at the first time when he woke up at midnight, and knew that the past had been completed.

Xuan Ji felt his breath unstable, and reached out to touch it. Sure enough, he felt a cold sweat from his hand, and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with it? Another headache?"

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand to block the light that pierced in from the window, narrowed his eyes, looked at him as if he didn't recognize him for a while, and then he slowly said: "Well... it's nothing. I was shocked to see an uninvited guest in the middle of the night, which scared me."

Xuan Ji's first reaction was: Who? Where?

The second reaction is: Damn it!

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and hooked him back, and asked with a smile: "When did you run over secretly?"

The reason for this question was that they had a fight the night before.

Strictly speaking, Xuan Ji was quarreling himself, and His Majesty did not speak back for the overall situation of family harmony. Unexpectedly, the leader of the Suzaku clan unilaterally made himself angry as a flamingo, locked the door and lived in the study room, and put on a very big position to separate... although it lasted only half a night.

This half-night separation was caused by the little thing at the foot of Biquan Mountain-

Because Sheng Lingyuan had to wipe his hands because he had a lot of trouble, he accidentally exposed his feet and pretended to be dead but failed. However, his heart rate, body temperature and breathing that had just recovered were not allowed. He was like a broken battery panel, "recharged for twenty-four hours, talked for two minutes", and was repeatedly disconnected. After several times, Xuan Ji Tian's big fire was worn out.

So half followed the flow and half deceived himself. Xuan Ji accepted the explanation that "Sheng Lingyuan had known that Dan Li would leave him a glimmer of life" and exposed the matter in a confused manner.

Last night, Xuan Ji finished cooking three dishes and looked into the living room. Local news was being displayed on the TV, while Sheng Lingyuan was nestling in a wheelchair playing with his cell phone.

I bought a new phone, Your Majesty is very interested in this gadget, and I have never let it go after An Haosi. I don’t know if it was Xuan Ji’s illusion, but Sheng Lingyuan held the phone and seemed to be much more depressed and energetic.

Xuan Ji was a little worried when he looked at him - the character of the witch tribe who could not eat fat was obviously collapsed due to the great abundant food. Will His Majesty’s "diligence and self-discipline" that was famous in history also be vulnerable to the contemporary Internet?

After all, he has given up his martial arts for the rest of his life.

Xuan Ji sometimes feels that if he hadn't been forced to do so, he wouldn't have been so diligent.

A big devil who is addicted to the Internet...tsk, it sounds so cute.

"Stop looking at it, hurt your eyes, look at me and take good care of your eyes." Xuan Ji pointed at him, and the soup dishes flew to the dining table by himself. At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan's hands were empty, and his phone rose and fell into Xuan Ji's hands.

"What are you playing? It's so good..."

I saw that Sheng Lingyuan neither played games nor browsed on social media - he was practicing typing on his mobile phone.

Practice materials are the news that is being broadcast.

News programs generally have low speeds, and announcers are almost the most standard in Mandarin in the country, and they basically have subtitles. Sheng Lingyuan has not yet learned the pinyin and captured any words, so he uses the stroke input method to type in any words.

At the beginning, because he was not familiar with the words and the input method, he basically had garbled codes of four-dimensional characters. After several pages of garbled code, he started to have decent simplified characters. However, because there were too many typos, he couldn't tell what it meant. When Xuan Ji took away his phone, he could already type the words that were always there. And with a glance, the words he captured were all keywords in the news. The whole article was an accurate and highly summarized shorthand. People who didn't listen to the program could roughly know what had just been broadcast.

Xuan Ji: "..."

Wrong, kneel down.

Even if His Majesty is not as diligent as the legend, he should not guess it with the heart of a salted fish.

"Isn't the game I've given you fun?"

Sheng Lingyuan moved his shoulders and neck, and a very old cadre replied: "It's so noisy, dazzled, fighting and killing."

Xuan Ji: "It's fun to play with placement, and it's fun to save things."

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him incredibly, and Xuan Ji inexplicably understood the meaning of his look--you haven't even saved up a chicken coop for thousands of years, and you save things in the game every day. What kind of ambition is this?

"Okay, your majesty, come here for dinner."

While placing chopsticks, I heard the evening news that a playground was overloaded, causing equipment failure and several tourists were trapped in the Ferris wheel. Sheng Lingyuan's eyes were attracted by the TV again, which shocked the crowded queuing scene.

"When the holidays are on holidays, the amusement park will become a queue - or I will take you to see each other one day?" Xuan Ji said, thinking of the time at the foot of Biquan Mountain, His Majesty had been with him for three thousand years in the illusion, and finally there was an amusement park scene, so he casually said, "No one lined up in the amusement park you had in the illusion, it was not real at all, it was just a fool."

"No... I respect you, Bumin," Sheng Lingyuan stared at the subtitles on TV, and his attention habitually shifted to simplified Chinese characters and pronunciations. He accidentally said, "That's because he's afraid you will leave regrets, not fooling..."

He had already said that he had reacted and bit his head, thinking: No.

The air suddenly fell silent.

After a while, a pair of chopsticks hanging in the air fell on the porcelain bowl, and a crisp "clang" sounded.

Xuan Ji raised his sinister eyes from the dining table and asked word by word: "Oh? Your Majesty, tell me, what regrets will I leave?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

I have been lying for too long, it must be what the TV commercial says is called... Is insufficient blood supply to the brain.

"No...oh, the changes in official language over the years are so great that it is harder to learn than the witch's words..." Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a moment, pretending to be a dry cough, "It's not that meaning, you're too careful. I mean to prepare both hands, afraid that if you leave regrets for you..."

The couple upstairs seemed to be helping with the war. They didn’t have a good meal at night, and another war broke out. A sentence came from the ceiling and the floor: "Then you are quite considerate!"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't need these background sounds to add fuel to the fire, so he raised his hand to shoot a faint demonic energy on the ceiling, trying to tick a soundproof note spell.

Before the faint demonic energy could leave him, Xuan Ji pressed him back: "I'm still trying to die!"

Sheng Lingyuan patiently coaxed: "I have explained everything. Danli and I have been fighting for so many years. There is still a tacit understanding that needs no explanation. You..."

Xuan Ji pressed his wrist on the table: "So, you have a good relationship with that old man. I think you will definitely have no conflicts when you live together!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

That's right. The only time he and Dan Li turned against each other was when they were trying to die. Before that, everyone had always been a model master-apprentice relationship.

After all, in his life, he only has such a place in front of Xuan Ji that can speak but not his mind.

Xuan Ji cursed: "I said that you suddenly felt so considerate to me, and there was no good thing. I have been with you for thirty years and have never seen anyone use any illusion to you. If it weren't for the gamble, how could you have the energy to play so many tricks at that time? You must have never thought of coming out of Biquan Mountain!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

It's actually a bit reasonable and well-founded.

He was a demon, but he received a very orthodox education since he was a child and followed the route of a famous family and a righteous school. When he learned about his life experience and broke the seal of Danli, he was already an emperor and did not use insignificant means such as heavenly magic and magic. At that time, the emperor made him feel that he was not in a day or night. It can be said that he was "a day and night, and he was indifferent to his desires." He really didn't have the opportunity to study these tricks of carving and insects - he performed too well in the bronze cauldron.

Sheng Lingyuan decided to give up the argument and divert Xuan Ji's attention. He rubbed Xuan Ji's fingers one after another. He gently pulled the person forward to him: "Xiao Ji said this, do you think I was not good to you in the past? Brother Lingyuan has changed it, in the future..."

His voice became more and more vague and low, deliberately making people unable to hear clearly, so he naturally focused his attention between his lips and teeth. As soon as Xuan Ji's eyes went down, Sheng Lingyuan licked his lips gently in time.

Xuan Ji's eyes were slightly dark, and his throat slid significantly.

Sheng Lingyuan: "Let it go over the past. When you look at me, do you still keep mentioning those unhappy things, huh?"

He said, raising his eyes gently, there was black fog in his eyes, like a pair of traps that would never be restored: "Xiao Ji..."

At this moment, the couple who were fighting upstairs seemed to give him a "translation": "If you don't deal with a sentence, just turn over the little bitch. Are you interested?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Thank you so much for this brother!

Xuan Ji suddenly woke up and realized that he almost nodded just now. At the same time, some other changes occurred in other parts of his body. He suddenly became angry and embarrassed. He pushed him away: "You have been fucked by adults. You don't have any strength to stand up again. You are still using illusions on me. Are you sick?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and angrily rolled into the study room, threw it to the door, and before Sheng Lingyuan blinked, he rolled it out again like a tsunami.

Sheng Lingyuan rubbed his nose: "Xiao Ji, I really didn't..."

Before he could finish his words, Xuan Ji's face was as deep as water, and he quickly picked up the grilled fish bones, stuffed them under Sheng Lingyuan's nose, and rolled them up again.

Sheng Lingyuan: "…using illusion."
To be continued...