"hand."

Yun Yongzhou's cold voice once again pulled Wei Huan back from his memories. He nodded in ignorance, and his wrist had been pulled over by Yun Yongzhou.

Only with a click sound was heard, a sub-gold frosted metal bracelet appeared on the wrist of the right hand, with a black sun totem engraved on it.

"What is this?" Wei Huan was puzzled and looked up at him, "Ah, I understand. Are you afraid that I will run away, so he got me a tool to limit personal freedom. It will release electric currents beyond a distance, and the whole body will be painful, and blood from all seven orifices..."

Yun Yongzhou interrupted his endless imagination, "It's just a weapon."

arms?

He thought it was some handcuffs. Wei Huan raised his hand, looked at the golden bracelet carefully, and then raised his arm and shook it, "How can this be used as a weapon?"

Yun Yongzhou didn't say anything, and his pupils turned golden as he raised his eyes. Before Wei Huan could react, his bracelet suddenly turned into a sharp pistol and appeared in Wei Huan's hands.

"Damn." Wei Huan stared at the weapon in his hand in surprise, confused. After confirming that it really existed, he couldn't help but waved it twice, excited, "What's going on?"

"The function of light control technique. This bracelet is a physical medium of light control technique." Yun Yongzhou paused and said, "After forming a contract, you will have some of my abilities. Now all you can do is to transform light, but it cannot be weaponized. This bracelet can help you. Of course, you still need to practice at your level."

Wei Huan couldn't believe it. Looking at the entire demon realm, no one can use the Light Creation technique except Yun Yongzhou. Now he wants to share such precious abilities with himself, "Wait a minute, what do you mean I can use Light to create weapons in the future? Is it okay? What's the size?"

"You can create something with your own ability first." Yun Yongzhou's cold water has always been splashed neatly.

"Go." Wei Huan pursed his lips, glanced around him, and returned to Yun Yongzhou, "But why are you..."

"I said that I don't want to make a contract with a dead man. You have to learn to protect yourself." Yun Yongzhou knew what he was asking, so he cut it off early, avoiding the possibility of a positive answer, and walked out of the training room without turning his head, spreading his white feathered wings, and disappeared into the night sky.

"I don't want to forget it." Wei Huan stared at the light thorn in his hand, looked left and right, and murmured to himself, "How can this change back?"

Change back.

Change it back to me.

While Wei Huan was mumbling in his heart, he shook his wrist while suddenly the light thorn changed its shape and returned to the appearance of a bracelet.

"I'll go, this thing is so fucking cool..."

Wei Huan, immersed in this new weapon, suddenly felt something fall on his head. He reached out and touched it and it turned out to be the little ball of hair again.

Wei Huan pinched it hard, as if he was pinching a spherical gummy, "Why are you so gloomy?"

"Yeah..." Xiao Maoqiu made a grievance sound, narrowed it around, escaped from Wei Huan's fingers, and jumped onto his shoulders, "Yeah."

"Hey, don't you just change your thighs and hug me now? You're a little snobbish." Wei Huan tried to pull him up from his shoulders, but the little guy was very strong and couldn't pull it up. "Hey, you oh my thief... I tell you, I'm different now now, and it's not a good thing for you to pester me."

Wei Huan was quite happy to say this, at least this little Maoqiu still remembers him.

It was already very late when he returned to the dormitory, but the roommate had not returned yet. Wei Huan then remembered that the roommate seemed to have been home. After washing up, he climbed onto the bed and turned off all the lights.

In the darkness, the scenes of being alone in the training room with Yun Yongzhou a few hours ago kept flashing in his mind, like some kind of movie that he could not forget after watching. Every line and every frame of the picture is stored in memory.

Since his rebirth, Wei Huan has not suffered from insomnia. Every day is terrified, and the late night is like a giant beast, devouring all his energy, except today.

He tried to fall asleep and tried various methods. But the more he tried, the more he became more energetic, and finally he just lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed.

"Yeah!" The little hairball was so scared that the hair stood up. Subconsciously jumped into the air and then fell back to Wei Huan's legs.

With the moonlight outside the window, Wei Huan grabbed him and put him in the palm of his hand, "Do you not sleep? Sure enough, I was not the only one who had insomnia."

The little hairball was so sleepy that it was almost exhausted that it could not even stand in a spherical shape, soft like a pool of glutinous rice cakes, and gave a weak response to Wei Huan, who was full of energy, "Yeah..."

Wei Huan said seriously that he pretended to understand him, "I knew you were not sleepy either. Come and play with your former master."

The three words of the former owner seemed to hit Xiao Maoqiu's heart. He returned from a bunch of glutinous rice cakes to a small ball. He had no mouth, but he wrinkled like he could pout his mouth, and even made a grievance and coquettish voice, "Wow~"

"You said, why did he make a contract with me?" Wei Huan folded his legs and placed the small fur ball in the middle. The small fur ball leaned against the edge of his legs and moaned.

Wei Huan guessed, “Does he really like men?”

"Yeah~"

"You think so too!" Wei Huan shook his head and made a tsk sound, "I didn't expect that Yun Yongzhou was still in love with the contestant at first sight. You said I and him, I mean how long have I known him now? He just made a blood contract with me, rebelled my soul, and taught me the light control technique."

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Yun Yongzhou was too enthusiastic. Wei Huan sighed, "I didn't think he was like this before. I just pestered him."

The little hairball let out a long sound like a sigh, "Yeah~~~"

"You think so, sometimes you can't even stick to it."

This Yun Yongzhou really has no vision.

The picture in the training room appeared again.

Yun Yongzhou's beautiful face seemed to be covered with a light golden veil under the illumination of fragile fireflies. His eyes were bright, golden and dazzling, but also misty and fluffy. These contradictory faces were always symbiotic on Yun Yongzhou. Like his name, it was the ever-lasting sunny day, but it was covered with mist and flowing clouds.

Wei Huan didn't know why he could describe a person's face so thoroughly in his mind. It was strange.

He stretched out his hand and gently closed his five fingers. The night, which was filled with oppression in the void, was covered with thick, wet and cold quilt, and wrapped it tightly. He simply closed his eyes.

[You have my blood in your body, use it to feel the darkness.]

[Burn out the light with your blood.]

His scalp was numb, and there was a force surging in his body. However, this time, Wei Huan could finally accept this impact calmly. He clenched his fists and felt the gradual boiling and surging hot air in his blood.

Wei Huan carefully let go of his hand and tried to do what Yun Yongzhou led him before, but his palm did not show light as expected.

"Yeah..."

"It's okay." Wei Huan lay back and looked at the ceiling in the dark, "I know it's not that simple."

I have clearly felt the demonic power in my blood, so why can't I create light?

The little hairball jumped and came to Wei Huan's shoulder, quietly without saying a word.

The complex thoughts lurked in the darkness, making the originally quiet night vast, and Yun Yongzhou's cold voice echoed in his empty chest.

[You want light, right?]

Light.

Close your eyes, immerse yourself in the dark pool water, restlessness is put down, the burning sensation in the blood is put down, turning into ashes with warm and residual heat after burning, and the night wind soaked in the moonlight disperses in the dark air and spreads freely. The only thing left is not fear, nor is it driven and manipulated by powerful demonic power.

It was desire. When he closed his eyes, he couldn't grasp Ye Feng's slightly cool skin, and every cell in his body was occupied by desire.

Want light.

The heart suddenly began to pound wildly, hitting the chest violently, sounding like the opening of some great ceremony, the moment the drums approached the continuous critical point from discretely.

Wei Huan opened his eyes.

This unkind black room is filled with golden light. They are floating in the air of different sizes, and their flowing state makes them look as if they are alive.

It's just that in the Milky Way.

He reached out his hand and swung his fingers gently. The lights ran towards him like meteors, gathering in front of him.

Although these tiny lights are not worth mentioning compared to Yun Yongzhou's sun, they are not worth mentioning. But they are created by themselves and within reach.

Wei Huan had seen such gentle light in his previous life, and it was during the mountain and sea sacrifice.

Most of the mountain and sea festivals in the evening are garden activities. On the ground are stalls organized by students from various classes, with beautiful small lanterns hanging, some game stalls, some snacks, and some novel gadgets that are sold by students.

"It's still the novelty of Fuyao. Look, the game booths are all placed in the sky."

"Hey, is that blindfolded Xiao Jiufeng?"

"It seems! I want to go and see, what are they doing!"

Wei Huan, whose eyes were covered by black cloth, was hanging in the air in the air, and his hands were raised holding an air gun. Yang Sheng and his back were facing each other, his arms were bound and their wings were pressed against each other.

With them as the center of the circle and five meters as the plane of the circle within a radius, there are dozens of courtyard flags that can slide parallel in the air. They are two meters long and red, blue, white and green, among which the red is the most, the blue is the least, and there is only one side. The four closely connected college flags almost surrounded the two in a cylindrical space.

"Why do you want to hit this?" The melon-eating crowd flying above lowered their heads and watched with their hands behind their backs.

"If you hit, you will have a prize coupon and you can redeem the prize."

"Did you see the other side of Fuyao? I heard that you can get a super gift if you hit the other side."

Before this, Wei Huan had hit several courtyard flags, and now the flags were turning faster and faster, and they even began to exchange colors on the spot. Yang Sheng, who was restricted by his movements, acted as Wei Huan's eyes and cooperated with him like he did during normal training.

The referee is a pair of petite and cute twin butterfly demons, who fly around and prompt the game's level-breaker.

"Three minutes left."

"You have two bullets left~" The two little butterflies pulled their hands and gave Yang Sheng and Wei Huan a chasing light. "Can you hit the only Fuyao flag?"

All the Fuyao students watching the battle were cheering for Wei Huan and Yangsheng, and there were many people. Yun Yongzhou, who was pulled to work as a coolie by his senior, was forced to fly to Yansui's stall with a large box of decorative materials. When passing here, he was pushed left and right by a group of spectators and almost knocked the box off.

With his frown, he wanted to fly high and get rid of these monsters who were unable to see him, but by chance he saw Wei Huan who was blindfolded.

This guy was so troubled by the hook snake in the afternoon, he actually still had the energy to play games here.

With a bang, the air gun hit a ball, and Wei Huan turned his head, "Did you hit it?"

Yang Sheng shook his head, watching the Fuyao Courtyard Flag turn into Shangshan's courtyard flag when Wei Huan fired his gun. It was astonishingly fast, almost making him think he was confused, "I'm so smart, let him run away." He once again described the position of the blue flag. Wei Huan shifted his arm to the right, and the muzzle once again faced the Fuyao Banner on the other side.

"Don't shoot." Yang Sheng whispered.

Sure enough, the Fuyao flag changed in advance as he expected. Unlike other randomly moving flags, this side can be seen by Wei Huan's actions.

"Wei Huan, I'll tell you a ghost story." Yang Sheng suddenly said something or not, "You guess, can you still grab the combat readiness number you want this time?"

Wei Huan, who was blindfolded, suddenly curled the corners of his mouth.
To be continued...