Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Xianjun. Ye Yunlan chewed the word.

For him, this title is a bit strange.

In his previous life, he was slandered and killed his fellow sect. Everyone called him a rebellious and shameless sect. Later, he was made into a furnace and sent to the demon sect. The world also called him a demon-sovereign running dog and a scum of the immortal sect. Until his swordsmanship became successful, no one dared to point his nose to slurs at him, but behind him, people still secretly call him "Ghost Rakshasa."

Raksha is an evil spirit. According to legend, the male Raksha is extremely ugly, likes to eat people, and is hated by the world.

No one has called him such a beautiful word as "Xianjun".

…Do not. Ye Yunlan suddenly remembered that there are still some.

He was burned by the sacred fire in his previous life and used to wear black clothes to cover him. However, he was in white clothes because of the demon lord's servant. ?"

However, the ambiguous love words between these bedspreads are uncountable after all.

Ye Yunlan stood in the room, looked down at the young man, for a long while, finally said: "You sneak into this place late at night, peeping in front of my window, what you want."

"I have a problem," the boy seemed to speak very little, his voice was hoarse, and his words were extremely slow, "I want...Xianjun to answer."

Being able to bypass the restrictions set by He Lanze was not touched, and stood in front of his window peeping in the middle of the night, just to ask him a question?

Ye Yunlan didn't believe it very much, and frowned, "You can ask."

The young man looked up at him, that face was clearly handsome with a hostile spirit, but at this time there seemed to be some pure and focused expectation in his eyes, and asked: "Before the fairy... why save me?"

save him?

Ye Yunlan remembered that at that time, the mysterious fire was out of control. When he left, he did rescue many people casually, and the young man might be one of them.

So he said indifferently: "You don't need a reason to save someone at your fingertips."

The young man pursed his lips, looked at him for a while, and suddenly said, "The fairy lied."

Ye Yunlan frowned, and listened to the young man sullenly: "Where is someone who saves someone... but he took his own life." The young man paused and said in a dumb voice, "When the blood of the fairy fell on me... It's hot."

Ye Yunlan was startled, "...it's you."

He did save many people in the secret realm, but only one was injured as a result.

It was the young man who happened to catch a glimpse of him when he was about to leave the secret realm.

He recalled the scene.

In the blazing fire, the young man fell into a pool of blood. He was obviously seriously injured, but he was still crawling forward with his hands, his five fingers digging out dripping blood on the ground, and his body dragged a meandering blood stain.

As if perceiving his gaze, the boy suddenly turned his head to look at him.

That face was stained with blood and mud, and the eyes were dark and silent. There was no hope or prayer, but the sky was reflected like blood.

With that look, Ye Yunlan suddenly thought of himself in his previous life.

In the first half of his life, he asked for help countless times.

…But was deceived by lies again and again, and was abandoned again and again.

Later, he finally learned to be silent. Occasionally, he would also wonder whether everything that happened later would be completely different if someone were willing to extend his hand to him in the first place.

He turned to save the young man who was struggling and crawling on the ground, like a torrent that spanned hundreds of years, trying to save himself when he was young.

The Fire Phoenix transformed by Shenhuo Essence crashed into his body, and the meridians in his body were shattered every inch.

The blood couldn't stop flowing from his lips, he didn't care.

Life and death, long ago, were no longer what he was attached to.

The boy standing by the window was still watching him stubbornly.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a moment, and then said again: "If you really say the reason, it's probably because I think you are a little like me."

"Like?" The boy blinked suspiciously.

Ye Yunlan didn't want to explain too much, but said lightly: "I have answered your question, you should go."

"No," the boy shook his head, "I have another question."

Ye Yunlan: "Say."

The boy said seriously: "Xianjun, you saved me, so how can I...repay you?"

"...I don't need to repay." Ye Yunlan's eyebrows suddenly showed fatigue and indifference. He leaned over the window sill, trying to reach out and close the window. It doesn’t matter. I don’t know how you got in, but I suggest that you leave as soon as possible before being discovered."

The sleeves were suddenly grabbed by the boy.

"No one will find out." The boy said, "Before I came in, I had already investigated carefully, and now there is only Xianjun... alone."

Ye Yunlan wanted to shake off the boy's hand, but his eyes suddenly touched the boy's scarred fingers and twisted and broken nails.

Most of the wounds have been scabed, and they still look hideous.

The boy pulled his sleeves tightly, and there was coagulated blood stain on the plain white robe, leaving dark red marks.

It looks like cinnabar crushed on rice paper.

Very glaring.

"Xianjun, tell me...what do you want?"

The boy asked him indomitably.

Because of their posture, they were very close at this time, and Ye Yunlan could even see each of the teenager's gently trembling eyelashes.

"...What can you give me?" Ye Yunlan said for a long time.

"All." The boy spoke without hesitation.

A breeze swayed, and clouds broke through the moon.

The moonlight poured over the thin shoulders of the teenager. Those eyes became brighter in the moonlight.

He repeated earnestly: "I can give Xianjun... everything."

Ye Yunlan's voice is still cold: "Including your life?"

The boy nodded, "including my life."

"...What do I want your life to do." Ye Yunlan suddenly looked away.

He stood up straight and looked into the distance, his black hair flying, his eyebrows staring at the ice and snow on the distant mountains.

"If you want to repay it, please help me fold a sprig of chervil and bring it over."

Xuezhan peanuts are in the ice and snow, and the temperature is higher, and they will wither instantly.

Now it's early spring, Qingyun Mountain has a humid and warm climate, and the ice has melted and the snow has melted. Where can I find snow marigolds. Even if it was found, it could not be brought to him perfectly.

Ye Yunlan said so, but just wanted to let the teenager get rid of his thoughts.

In this life, he no longer wants to involve too much with people. If it were not for the severe injury, he would not even want to deal with He Lanze, who left him to recuperate. He just wanted to be alone, find a remote place, and spend his life peacefully.

However, to his surprise, the boy didn't hesitate, so he answered, "Okay."

Ye Yunlan frowned, but saw the young man staring at him firmly and said: "Xianjun, wait for me."

After all, the boy finally let go of his sleeves, turned his head and left.

His figure was as vigorous as a wolf, and soon disappeared at the end of the courtyard wall.

Ye Yunlan looked down at the ruffled sleeves, which still had the dark red blood stain on the young man's hands.

He was silent for a long time before closing the window.

The second day.

Ye Yunlan put down the scroll, blew out the light, walked into the inner room, took the Missing Sword and sat on the bed quietly and wiped it.

The windows were not closed tightly.

The moonlight came in and sprinkled on the body.

After wiping the sword, he looked sideways at the moonlight outside the window for a long time.

The boy did not come.

As he expected.

He got out of bed, closed the window, and closed his eyes while lying on the bed.

If there is no seeming wind flowing, and in the chaotic and broken dream, he can't sleep well as always.

…

A few more days passed.

Ye Yunlan was leaning on the bed and flipping through the book when he heard the window beating.

He paused with the hand of the book, and was silent for a moment, feeling a little surprised.

He originally thought that the young man had already retired and would not come again.

Ye Yunlan got up and opened the window.

Just opening a gap, his hand was caught.

Because of his ice spirit roots, his body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, but the hand that grabbed him was even more frighteningly cold.

"Xianjun." He heard the boy's hoarse voice, "Snowgold...I brought it here."

Ye Yunlan caught the opponent's wolves-like gleaming eyes from the cracks of the pitch-black window, slightly startled.

He quietly broke away from the hand, opened the window, and said lightly: "Come in."

The boy turned and jumped into the house.

He was still in the shabby clothes before, but water was dripping drop by drop at this time.

The water fell on the ground, and the cold mist dispersed.

Ye Yunlan watched the boy carefully take out a flower from his wet clothes and held it in front of him.

The peanuts were pure white and crystal clear, with extremely beautiful shapes, with twelve petals gathered into a cup shape, and each petal was like ice and snow.

It's a snow flower.

Ye Yunlan looked down for a moment, then suddenly said, "You went to look at Yunfeng?"

According to the solar terms at this time, there will be no snow on Qingyun Mountain, except for one place.

Wangyun Peak where the Sect Master of Tianzong retreats.

Wangyun Peak is cold all year round, and there are many restrictions inside, and no disciple dared to approach it on weekdays.

The teenager nodded.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, "Serendula will wither soon after leaving the ice and snow. How did you bring it here?"

"The flowers I fetched in the first few days... are indeed withered." The boy said, "Later, I thought of a way."

"I heard... There are cold springs on Qingya Peak, the water of the cold springs, and the condensed ice souls. Even under the scorching sun, the chill will not dissipate."

"So before I fetched the flowers, I soaked in the cold spring for half a day, and then hid the flowers in my arms, so that the flowers would not wither midway."

As the young man said, a smile suddenly appeared on his pale and handsome face. With this smile, the squalid air that seemed to be born on him faded a lot. Instead, he looked like a wet and furry little wolf cub. Seeking praise.

He said: "Xianjun, Sedanflower...is it good-looking?"

Ye Yunlan didn't expect that the teenager would come up with such a way.

He took the snow-white flower and stroked one of the petals with his fingertips. The petals quivered slightly, and then slowly turned into white flower juice, flowing down the palm of his palm.

After a while, the snow flower that the young man had so painstakingly fetched was already withered in the palm of his hand.

However, the young man's face did not show the slightest loss. He didn't even look at the snowflower, but looked up at him and said: "If the fairy still wants to see the flower, I can... help the fairy to get it again."

The boy tugged at his sleeve, "So... in the future, can I see Xianjun again?"

Ye Yunlan was silent for a long time this time before finally raising his hand and touching the young man's head.

The boy's hair was wet and cold, but he felt a little soft.

Maybe it's not softness, but he is soft-hearted.

"What's your name?" Ye Yunlan asked.

Juvenile said: "Shen Shu."

Shen Shu.

Ye Yunlan had no impression of this name in his previous life.

Probably because...Shen Shu in the previous life was not rescued from the secret realm.

Shen Shu survived because of himself.

Ye Yunlan thought of this, and suddenly the tip of his heart trembled slightly.

"The cold spring invades the bones, and it is easy to produce wind and cold. You go back and change your clothes today," he said, "in the future, you don't have to bring chervil."

The boy's hand pulling at his sleeve suddenly tightened.

Ye Yunlan tilted his head, pursed his lips, and continued: "...Snowgold is fragile and difficult to grow, and it is very easy to wither. In fact, I don't like it very much. If you come here in the future, please bring me some other flowers."

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When He Lanze entered the house carrying the medicine bowl, he smelled a very faint fragrance of flowers.

He saw Ye Yunlan standing by the window with his back to him, seeming to be playing with something, his black hair fell like a waterfall, his figure was thin, he was obviously not far away, but he looked like a cloud of smoke. Dissipated.

He Lanze walked behind him and suddenly had the urge to hold people tight.

He whispered, "Junior Brother Ye, it's time to drink medicine."

Ye Yunlan said faintly, "Brother put it on the table, I'll drink it later."

He Lanze only noticed that Ye Yunlan was playing with a few red plums in a bottle. The red plum is bright, making his hands as pale as snow.

The neck is slender and the eyelashes are like feathers.

People and flowers are beautiful scenery.

However, red plums are not planted in the courtyard.

He Lanze frowned, and suddenly said, "Junior Brother Rong came to see you again?"

Ye Yunlan did not answer, but carefully arranged the few red plums with his eyes down.

Seeing that he did not answer, He Lanze had already determined his guess. He was silent for a moment and said: "If Brother Ye likes flowers and plants, he will also bring some when he comes to visit you in the future. Junior brother has been resting here for a long time. Flowers and plants are also good to relieve boredom."

Ye Yunlan shook his head, "Don't bother brother."

He left the red plum with his fingertips, picked up the medicine bowl on the table, and sat down by the bed in Hui Hanyu to drink the medicine.

There is a faint fragrance floating between the swinging sleeves.

It resembles the fragrance of plum flowers, and it resembles the unique cold fragrance of his body, mixed with the slightly bitter medicinal scent in the bowl, mixed together, floating in the afternoon sun, and there is a sense of intoxication.

He Lanze leaned against the outer wall, and did not follow Ye Yunlan into the inner room.

He lowered his head and took a few deep breaths.

He used to know that only beauty can lead people to dreams, but he didn't know that after getting along for a long time, even a hint of fragrance can provoke longing and unwillingness in his heart.

He remembered what Rong Ran had said to him braggingly when he left, and slowly clenched his fists.

At this moment, a soft voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "Alan, are you awake? Come and open the door for me."

"I'll take you to the revered master for healing."