The number of times Shen Zhixian has come to the wasteland is actually very few.

In the early days, there was so much smoke, Yan Jin didn't want to let him be disappointed by the monsters and ghosts, and always took the initiative to pass Qing Yunzong. Later, when Yan Jin made the wasteland better, she would occasionally let Shen Zhixian come, but she would not be here for long.

The last time I came to the wilderness, it was more than half a year ago. Shen Zhixuan's impression of the wasteland remained in the boundless darkness.

But this time he opened his eyes and he froze.

The person who brought him disappeared, Shen Zhixuan stood alone, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the dark night, there were countless stars, the breeze was blowing, and the tiny starlight filled his eyes.

Shen Zhixian stared for a moment, a soft smile on her lips.

The breeze came from somewhere, brushing his cheek with a piece of softness, Shen Zhixian grasped it with a touch of powder. He was holding soft and lightly scented petals in his palm, Shen Zhixuan looked away, and saw a tall peach tree.

This peach tree is the peach branch that Shen Zhixian handed to Yan Jin in the secret realm of the old people. It was planted here by Yan Jin, and it grew from small grass buds. The tree was full of peach blossoms, and the wind was blowing. The branches fell, confusing the eyes.

A swing is attached to a branch that emerges horizontally.

This swing looks very unusual. The seat with long ropes is not wood or jade, soft and white ... it looks like a cloud.

Shen Zhixian walked in a hurry, stretched out his hands and squeezed, and his hands were soft. His eyes were slightly bright, and he felt that the swing must be very comfortable to sit on. He would sit up and play, but he would be bored alone.

Yan Jin, the big pig's trotter, brought him here and disappeared again.

Shen Zhixian reluctantly squeezed the swing again, and went in the direction of the contract.

Man Tian Xing Guang illuminated the road ahead for him, and as he walked, his eyes seemed more familiar—this was the house he had seen in Yan Jin's memory.

This is the place where the two lived after Yan Jin gathered his soul for him.

Only in the last life, Yan Jin arranged the house in a beautiful place. In this life, Yan Jin arranged it in the wasteland.

Shen Zhixuan slowed down.

There is a large open space in front of the house. The layout here is similar to that of Qing Yunzong. The small pavilion, jade table, and warm jade couch are all arranged according to Shen Zhixuan's preference.

The door of the house was half-covered, Yan Jin was standing in front of the house, with a straight posture and a face ... usually there was no expression, but Shen Zhixian saw him, somehow, remembered the words described in the book, waiting for her husband to return Young wife.

Shen Zhixian walked with a smile, only two steps, and at a glance he saw Yan Jin's shirt with a little blood on his arm. He smiled slightly: "The wound has not been treated?"

This was cut by a knife in a secret realm. Shen Zhixuan pushed him into the room to see his wounds. However, as soon as he took a step, he heard a gurgling noise coming from the side of the room.

A fluffy little claw peeped around the room, and then a fluffy head of melon also stretched out half, revealing a pair of half ears and pointed ears, black **** eyes carefully and timid Ground blinked.

Shen Zhixian looked at her slightly trembling ears and wondered, "What is this?"

He beckoned to Xiao Mao Tuan, who hesitated a bit, and ran out.

It is a fluffy little wolf cub.

Shen Zhixian released her hand holding Yan Jin's arm, bent down, and hugged the little fur ball: "Ah, little guy."

As soon as Yan Jin saw the little guy, he froze for a moment with a random look, staring coldly at the little guy, scaring the little guy straight into Shen Zhixian's arms.

The spiritual power of the little guy is pure, it is not easy to look at the history, but it is still too small, the fluff has not been trimmed, it is a bit long, and it looks soft, even the barking voice is milky.

Shen Zhixian still likes fluffy creatures. He rubbed the little guy, rubbed it milky and screamed, and then put it back on the ground, stood up, and pushed Yan Jin again. Walking into the room, his eyes filled with smiles and smiles: "You are really secretly raising such a little cub."

Yan Jin pursed her lips, her voice a little stuffy: "I didn't raise it, the rabbit demon picked it up."

Of course, Yan Jin would not manage the demon monsters in the wasteland by himself every day. Instead, the rabbit demon conveyed various orders for him.

Although the rabbit demon looks weak, it is very exquisite. It can safely live in the wasteland surrounded by its enemies for so long, which is enough to reflect its ability. On weekdays it is the connection between Yan Jin and many demons.

It is really a very cunning rabbit demon. The only weakness is that it always likes to pick up all kinds of strange things, and throws it at random after it is picked.

For example, this little wolf cub did not know where to pick it up. If it was picked up, it wouldn't look well, let the little wolf cub run around.

The little wolf cub liked to run to Yan Jin's residence. Fortunately, it was honest and did not destroy it in Yan Jin. Yan Jin opened her eyes and closed them as invisible.

But it actually attracted Shen Zhixuan's attention so much ...

Yan Jin glanced coldly at the little wolf cub again, and silently wrote a note to the rabbit demon before letting Shen Zhixian push him into the room.

The little wolf cub kept up, squatting not far from Shen Zhixian.

Shen Zhixuan pushed the person to the couch and sat down, hearing the movement of the little wolf cub, and then tilted his head to look at it.

The little guy crooked his head like he was cute.

Shen Zhixian thought it was too cute, with a smile on her face, and couldn't help but tease it softly.

Yan Jin was left aside in this way, his face was heavy, the last one gritted his teeth, stood up staggeringly, strode forward, picked up the small hair ball, walked a few steps to the door, put it aside, and closed it with his backhand. .

Dropping the lock again is not enough. It is not enough to put a lock on it, and make sure that the little guy ... or other monsters can't bother.

Shen Zhixian raised an eyebrow and looked back. He watched him keep the little hairballs outside without saying anything. He just uttered "what to do to bully the little guy", then reached out and patted the bed, motioning him to sit back quickly.

Shen Zhixian's expression was normal, his smile was gentle and calm, and it seemed that there was no difference in peacetime, but Yan Jin didn't know what was going on, and his heart was a snoring noise, and an unknown premonition floated.

I wonder if it was his illusion, he always felt that Shen Zhixian was a little ... unhappy.

Unhappy that he suddenly revealed his identity and took him to the wasteland?

Yan Jin held down the uneasiness in her heart, sat down obediently, and looked at Shen Zhixuan with a pair of eyes, not letting a look of expression on his face.

Shen Zhixian ignored him with careful tentative gaze and drew out his storage bag. Lin Lin always found out a lot of panacea and elixir and set aside, then went straight to pick up La Yanjin's shirt.

Yan Jin was docile and did not resist. She didn't even call Shen Zhixian, she actively raised her hands and shrank her hands to let Shen Zhixuan pull the sleeves out.

The wound had passed for a long time, and the blood had already solidified. Shen Zhixian cleaned his hands and cleaned it up. The wound was not too serious, it was only a minor injury to Yan Jin, and the medicine would be good tomorrow.

He crushed a potion and applied the wound carefully. Yan Jin just wanted to move. He noticed it and patted Yan Jin's shoulder. He said, "Don't move."

Yan Jin did not dare to move again. He hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Is the Master angry?"

Shen Zhixian asked, "What are you angry about?"

"I was angry when I suddenly brought you over without telling you ..."

Shen Zhixian put the last elixir on his wound, rubbing Yan Jin's face with a smile and rubbing the little wolf cub in the same way. He said, "Not angry-turn around, let me see Did you hurt your back? "

Shen Zhixian only said "don't be angry", that means ... Yan Jin was full of thoughts and didn't pay attention to what the other person said. Feeling that Shen Zhixian pushed him to turn around, he turned around unconsciously, facing Shen Zhixuan He didn't react until he gently stroked his back with one hand.

"No other injuries ..."

Yan Jin moved uncomfortably, trying to turn around and was caught by Shen Zhixian. He was helpless and did not dare to resist strongly, so he could only straighten his back and let Shen Zhixian act.

You can't see people, the touch is very obvious.

Yan Jin could clearly perceive that Shen Zhixuan's fingers were walking slowly and gently across his back, as if he was drawing some lines.

After the heart disease was cured, Shen Zhixian was not so afraid of cold, but after this calamity, his temperature was still low, and his fingertips were always slightly cold.

However, Yan Jin felt that Shen Zhixuan's fingertips were on fire, burning his skin all the way, making him forehead unconsciously sweating.

Yan Jin's throat moved, her voice was a little mute: "See you at the age."

"Ah." Shen Zhixian seemed to have no idea what he was doing, and he responded loosely, with a little regret, "... there is a scar on my back. I used to call you for medicine. You just guarded me from the bandits. Like. "

"I……"

Shen Zhixian didn't give him a chance to answer at all. As soon as Yan Jin made a sound, he interrupted softly: "But it's not too late, it can be cured."

Yan Jin wanted to say no, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the word was too late to spit out, and then suddenly disappeared--

The warm softness gently touched the scar on his back, and the feather-like warmth sprayed on his skin, making him shudder for no reason.

Immediately afterwards, this soft little bit traced his old wound scar.

Occasionally a little moist.

Yan Jin was completely dead.

After a moment, he turned abruptly and easily pressed the person onto the couch.

After the reunion of Shen Zhixuan's soul in the last life, she was very weak for a long time, and bumped slightly. Her fair skin was bruised immediately. Yan Jin worried about him. The room was covered with soft cushions, and the bed was more It's a thick layer.

This life also continued this habit. A soft and thick layer was laid on the bed, and Shen Zhixian was overwhelmed, only to fall into the cotton pile, and it didn't hurt, but it felt a bit heavy-Yan Jinshi With some strength, he was restrained, and he was not allowed to get up.

Yan Jin's eyes were undulating, and the sound of breathing was heavy. Shen Zhixuan was close to him and immediately felt the change.

Shen Zhixian smiled slightly, and retracted the hand that just held Yan Jin's neck subconsciously, instead holding Yan Jin's face, which just happened to resist the opponent's posture of wanting to lower his head, and said softly, "I'm sleepy."

A hot breath sprayed on his face, Shen Zhixian ignored it, and repeated it seriously and innocently: "A Jin, I'm sleepy."

He deliberately softened his voice, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was a little tired. Seeing Yan Jin looking at him momentarily, he blinked, and the corners of his eyes immediately glowed with water, bright and moist.

Having been with Yan Jin for so long, he knows exactly where Yan Jin's weaknesses are, and also knows what posture will make Yan Jin yield.

Shen Zhixian slightly raised his head and touched Yan Jin's lips accurately, complaining vaguely: "It's too strenuous to fold the knife in the secret place ..." As soon as the soft touched, he whispered: "So sleepy. Shall we rest? It has been a long time since I slept with you. "

Every sentence is a huge temptation.

But the man who tempted himself had a shallow, gentle smile, with innocent tiredness, that he could not start.

Yan Jin took a deep breath and paused for a moment before spitting it out slowly.

Then he tilted his head in frustration and said dumbly, "OK."

Shen Zhixian frowned and kissed him again, and pushed him away with ease, and turned into the quilt with a gentle smile: "Cann't Jin come?"

...

As we all know, Shen Zhixuan is actually a very tolerant person. He always won't hesitate on some trivial matters.

However, this does not mean that Shen Zhixuan has no secret copy of revenge in his heart.

At this time, in this small book, turning the first page, he remembered Yan Jin's name.

Regarding the incident of Yan Jin's escape from life and death last time, Shen Zhixuan said that she can't get used to it, and she should always take revenge.

He relied on Yan Jin's heartache for his tiredness and would not mess around. He hugged Yan Jin generously and naturally, unconsciously, messed up until he found a satisfactory posture, and then closed his eyes comfortably.

Shen Zhixian didn't actually lie. The spirit in the secret place was tense for a long time, and finally he used such a big move. He was really tired. Feeling Yan Jin's unnaturalness, he secretly enjoyed it for a while, and it was true. Go to sleep.

Shen Zhixian fell asleep, Yan Jin was right next to him. He didn't need to take precautions, he just had to sleep peacefully. When he awoke, he saw all around, and there was such a moment, if he passed away.

Perhaps the instincts of the previous life were still there. When Shen Zhixian woke up with sleepy eyes, he screamed aloudly, Ajin: "I'm still tired, I want to make hot springs ..."

It seems that in some very distant and dim memories, he likes to soak in the hot spring after waking up. Because he was insomnian at that time, it is always difficult but uninteresting to sleep, so he likes to go to the bubble fever. Water to soothe.

Immediately after the voice fell, Shen Zhixian was awake for a few moments, took a moment, shook her head, and laughed: "Sleeping confused, lie down for a while."

He was thinking of staying on the bed, but Yan Jin said: "The hot spring was set up behind the house, and it was the water on a spiritual mountain outside the wasteland ... if you are old, you can try it."

Shen Zhixian gave a snoring sound, a little interest, turned over and sat up, urging: "Take me to see."

...

The hot spring water is indeed full of spiritual power, and I don't know how much effort Yan Jin spent to draw it from such a distant Lingshan.

Shen Zhixian kicked her shoes aside, stood by the hot spring pool, lightly touched her toes, and tried the water temperature.

It happens to be his favorite temperature.

Shen Zhixian was happy. He came here without a coat and was just lying around, just right now. He slightly tied his shirt and walked down the steps designed by the hot spring pool.

The clothes were wet and floating in the water, and the thin and slender body was looming in the water. Shen Zhixian got into the water, found a slightly higher stone platform, and sat down comfortably.

"Is Jin coming?" He asked casually.

When he was in the hot spring in Qingyunzong, he asked Yan Jin whether he would come. Yan Jin always refused. He was accustomed to Yan Jin's refusal. Today he just asked at random. Yan Jin went into the water and walked slowly to his side.

In the heat, Yan Jin's eyes seemed a little unclear.

Shen Zhixian didn't think about it, and moved subconsciously aside, giving him a little space, by the way: "A Jin squeezes my shoulders for me."

The hot spring water is a spiritual spring, full of aura. The strands of reiki dipped into the skin with Yan Jin's pressing, blending into the veins, making people feel comfortable and lethargic. Shen Zhixian, like a lame big cat, lazily nestled in Yan Jin's arms, as if she was about to fall asleep again.

However, Yan Jin's hands quickly became restless. He quietly unbuttoned Shen Zhixuan's belt and put his hand gently on Shen Zhixuan's waist.

Shen Zhixian suddenly awakened from drowsiness. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Yan Jin's deeper eyes, a stimulus, immediately noticed that she was not good, and she got up and slipped. Unfortunately, this time Yan Jin was determined not to let him go , Gentle but firmly pressed him firmly on the stone platform.

Shen Zhixian pushed him, he was unmoved, his hands hidden under the water wantonly arrogantly around Shen Zhixian's waist, Shen Zhixian was itchy, bit his lip and smiled and continued to push him, Yan Jin reached his ear, his tone was low and mute With a little pride, "Master can't run away."

bad guy.

Shen Zhixuan was groggy and didn't know if he had scolded this sentence.

It is a very delicate thing in the water. The water is rippling, and the whole person is like a flat boat in the ocean.

Nearing the time of bliss, Yan Jin slowed down, and her head tilted Shen Zhixuan's soft earlobe between her lips and teeth, vaguely saying, "Master, do you remember what you promised me?"

Shen Zhixian opened his hazy eyes, and looked at the man in front of him slightly, his mind was chaotic. Where can I remember what I promised, I just urged him to hurry up.

Yan Jin stayed still, her eyes rolled with a smile: "Master promised to read me the words in the book ..."

He had to force Shen Zhixian to think of it. It was a long time ago that Yan Zhixian designed to frame him. When they were walking with the group of hairy boys, Shen Zhixian promised.

At that time, Yan Jin was targeted by the group of hairy boys. Shen Zhixian looked very unhappy and had no choice but to think of such an idea to coax him.

Shen Zhixian remembered that was indeed the case, and glared at him resentfully.

When not to miss it, now ...

This bad guy!

There were many unspoken love words in the book, and I usually didn't notice anything when I read it. Isn't it right?

Shen Zhixian refused to speak out, only to find that his voice was soft and sticky, like a sweet cake, and like a kitten humming, without the usual calmness and coldness. He was taken aback by himself, snoring, and shaking his head to refuse.

The earlobe was still biting, and he couldn't shake his head too much-in fact, even if he didn't bite, he didn't have much energy. He felt that he was about to merge with the hot spring water.

Yan Jin loosened his earlobe, and kissed him gently on the lips, Yan Jin whispered: "It's irrelevant to speak at the age of ..."

He deliberately tortured, Shen Zhixian squeezed his shoulder tightly, only a little bit every time, he just felt that the whole person was going crazy, and he was all shivering. If it wasn't for Yan Jin to hold him, he would I'm going to kneel down in the water.

"It doesn't matter if you don't miss it when you see it, can I hear singing when I see it?"

Yan Jin had a bad heart and it was almost impossible for anyone to hold back.

Shen Zhixian tilted his head slightly, exhaling a spit of hot air, and a long eyelash fluttered down. I didn't know whether it was water drops or sweat beads. He gritted his teeth. The voice trembled like a spring breeze shaking the branch flowers: "Spring feast, once a glass of green wine ... song again to Chen Sanyuan ..."

Spring Festival feast, a glass of green wine once again, and then worship Chen Sanyuan.

I wish Langjun a thousand years old, two wish me to be healthy, and three wishes are like Liang Shangyan ...

The tone was erratic, the tone trembled, and Shen Zhixian seemed to be awake to the end. He slightly opened his eyes infiltrated with water, and clung to Yan Jin's ear, trying to sing every word clearly.

"See you every year ..."

"A Jin, see you every year ..."

The author has something to say: the text ends Liao, Fanwai grinds.

Fanwai wrote Yan Shen first, there may be some deputy cp (probably! Update uncertain).

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