Those "thin threads" were penetrated from Sheng Lingyuan's chest and returned to Xuan Ji. They threaded needles and threaded the two of them tightly together, making the numbness of scalp rise with the blood.

But Sheng Lingyuan had no time to pay attention to it. The dense "thin thread" was like a spider silk, thinner than Su Xiu's stitches, and thinner than longing. The demonic energy in his chest that was used to care was dispersed in an instant, but the "heartbeat" did not stop. The "thin thread" started from the heart veins and trembled the meridians and blood vessels in his body. The cold and stagnant demon blood was suddenly heated and rushed towards his limbs, which made him almost curled up. For a moment, it seemed that thousands of ants were crawling in his meridians.

"Hold on, I'll take it with you." Xuan Ji rubbed his cheek with his nose, his voice as gentle as a whisper, but his hand forced his limbs to smooth out Sheng Lingyuan's spastic fingers, "It won't hurt more than when you plucked it out, right?"

Sheng Lingyuan immediately understood what was rushing into his chest: "You..."

"Aren't you surprised how I found you on the overpass just now? " Xuan Ji gently lifted his hair, and fell into Sheng Lingyuan's ears like a feather kiss, but his breathing was very rapid, like a dangerous beast acting coquettishly, "Your Majesty, you forgot, your heart is still on me."

This was so pun that it was impossible to hear. Sheng Lingyuan struggled violently. However, neither the brute force of the body's muscles nor the magic power in the meridians could be emitted by a point. There must be a certain "circuit", just like the muscle contraction is traction by joints. Whether it is mana or demonic energy, it must have its own operating loop. Those unethical "thin lines" are subtly nailed to the key nodes of exerting force, and he became a puppet with rust all over his joints.

"I have carefully preserved your human heart and Vermilion Bird blood for three thousand years, but you just want to lose the storage fee and refuse to take back your own things. I can't do anything to you," Xuan Ji sighed, "I'm so angry."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

First, the clamored blood vessels rushed his blood pressure, and the temple on one side exploded with anger. At the same time, fresh blood was poured into his body bit by bit, as if a corpse was forcibly dug out for heating, massage and bathing in the sauna. It was actually his innate bloodline, but it was peeled off for too long, even stranger than external objects. The body supported by the full screen of demonic energy could not bear this freshness. Sheng Lingyuan almost had the illusion that he was boiled.

Then comes the heart.

The fine blood thread boiled all over his body, and finally gathered on his chest. Something fell out of his chest, fell into the fake grass, and rolled out... It was the bird-chasing butterfly ornament he collected in Yuyang Coffee Shop.

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him subconsciously with a blurred vision, but Xuan Ji reached out and broke it back.

Xuan Ji covered his back with his hands and held his heart through his ribs: "What do you think? You used your hollowed-out heart as a utility room. You used to hold dozens of kilograms of broken iron, but now you carry the broken wood carvings sold in the ten-yuan store. Your Majesty, why are these rags qualified to enter? I don't?"

Sheng Lingyuan opened his mouth and couldn't speak. His chest sank hard, all the blood lines condensed together. His long-lost human heart returned to his position, jumping up and down lawlessly, and it was like breaking his ribs.

At this time, the New Year bell sounded "buzzing", and it continued. Pollutless electronic fireworks were set off on countless screens in the city, and Sheng Lingyuan's five senses became keen hundreds and thousands of times.

The cheering voices, the wind, the noise of TV in thousands of households, and the phones vibrated at the same time... They rushed towards him all in one go, and he finally passed the load.

On New Year's Eve three thousand years ago, Xuan Ji, who was invisible and intangible, took away his abandoned hearts and said goodbye to him unilaterally.

On New Year's Eve three thousand years later, he fell completely in Xuan Ji's arms.

The blood-colored "silk thread" on Xuan Ji's hand returned to the original owner, and the clan emblem on the eyebrows seemed to have faded, from fiery red to golden red... a little more golden. The "blood thread" left several tiny wounds on his hand, which he quickly healed. With that little bit of residual blood, he drew a magic circle on Sheng Lingyuan's back, silently chanting the most romantic mermaid speech in the world.

This is one of the running tips given to him by the mermaid clan leader, a secret speech by the mermaid.

"The Secret Words of the Mermaid" may also have a flower name in the world, called "Flower Idiot Book". There is no serious matter in it, it is all incredible and nonsense - such as "heart-pulling technique", before death, condense your lifelong cultivation into stones, pick it off and make it into protective gear and hang it on your lover.

Xuan Ji has never heard of it, anyway, Dan Li has never taught him.

Either Dan is born in the Vermilion Bird clan, has apartheid, and is almost like learning from seafood. Or the imperial master of Tianwei is not as good as the mermaids who are in love with the whole clan... Even the pioneer of "equalism" like His Majesty thinks that mermaids are useless except for finding people at sea?

These big men all think that the wind and the moon are not on the surface, as if they are very smart and conspiring to each other.

Xuan Ji carefully picked up the soft Sheng Lingyuan and staggered. The Vermilion Bird's blood and human heart were left for three thousand years. It was almost growing on him. He was separated and he couldn't adapt. Fortunately, he didn't have to go far. The surrounding hillsides were gone. The magic circle was supported by Sheng Lingyuan. The master fainted, and of course the magic circle disappeared. Xuan Ji's palm-sized living room revealed the prototype, stretched his legs, and walked back to the bedroom without a few steps.

He placed His Majesty on the single bed, curled up his knees and sat on the ground, looked at him for a while, and couldn't help but grab his wrist and touch his pulse.

The heartbeat of the Youyi tribe is much faster than that of humans. Sheng Lingyuan's heart has been kept here for a long time and has been taken to become an "impatient person". It probably takes a long time to adapt to it before he can lower himself back to the level of a normal person.

His Majesty, from his hair to his fingernails, was steady all over his body. He might have never installed such noisy parts in his life, which was somewhat incompatible. Even without consciousness, his brows were furious, as if he was chattering by the sword spirit when he was a teenager, and he was unbearable to the disturbance.

So Xuan Ji put on a look of two people holding each other's fingers, took a photo without the other party's knowledge, and posted it on Weibo.

In addition to cooking, traveling, he also chased a girl group. After playing for a few years, he also gained some inexplicable attention. Netizens did not know each other anyway, and they were all staying up late. After greeting each other for New Year, they would start a coaxing message when they saw festive messages, leaving him a string of "wools" in a neat queue, forming an online dog breeding base.

By the time Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes, the New Year had passed and the Golden Crow had gone west again.

Xuan Ji's small bedroom was only placed with a single bed and a large wardrobe, like a cage, but the windows were clean. The golden sunlight spread his Majesty's face. He was a little confused and didn't remember where he was. Sheng Lingyuan sat up in a daze and caught a glimpse of a figure in the dressing mirror on one side. The long fluffy hair in the mirror was rubbing with electricity, and a few hairs floated in the air like haunted ends. His half-open eyes looked sleepy, and blood was seen on his face. He knew he was very warm at first glance.

Sheng Lingyuan and the "uninvited guest" who could not find Bei looked at each other for a moment, and the frozen memories in their minds finally woke up.

Then he and the person in the mirror covered his chest at the same time and touched a heart connected with flesh and blood. Before his heart rate had dropped back to normal "human speed", he quickly knocked around his thoracic spine. The back of his hand was exposed to blood vessels under the light, and the blood vessels were blue, and the blood vessels were rushing to increase his body temperature. Sheng Lingyuan was not used to it and felt like he was having a fever.

The blood that flowed through his body would not perm him, but it was a little itchy. He suddenly soaked in warm water like a person with frostbite... Of course, it was not entirely due to the itch. Sheng Lingyuan reached out to touch the back of his neck and took off a feather - the thing stuck in his hair, just scratching his neck.

Sheng Lingyuan stared at the feather for a moment, and suddenly felt something. The veins on his hand thundered, and the feathers were crushed into a handful of light and mixed with the afterglow.

Broken feathers are like summoning spells. As soon as they dissipate into light spots, the hair-lost owner appears out of thin air.

Xuan Ji landed accurately beside the bed, and took a bottle of iced milk tea and posted it on Sheng Lingyuan's face: "This cup of sugar-free, I just bought it... oh, your majesty calmed down!"

Sheng Lingyuan threw the black fog whip out with his backhand. Xuan Ji held the milk tea without touching the ground and jumped on the spot. He was lighter than others without stretching his wings. He touched the ceiling with his toes a little, and the space array immediately spread out. The table lamp on the bedside table grew and grew taller, and it grew into a big pear tree. Xuan Ji jumped on the branches, and the petals like snowflakes fell down, almost burying Sheng Lingyuan under his head.

"Sorry, the stage effect is exaggerated." Xuan Ji quickly patted the trunk, stopped the fallen flowers like dandruff, and hung the milk tea on the tree. "Your Majesty, let's just slap me, it's better for me to slap me on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Is it easy? If you don't appreciate it, you can't waste it."

Sheng Lingyuan ignored him and his gaze fell in the air with ice. The afterglow swept in outside the window had a lot of spare time to inlay everything. The dust and tiny fiery red down floating in the air had nowhere to hide... and also illuminated a thin line like a spider silk.

The thin thread was connected between the two of them. When they reached out and grabbed it, it would disappear like a reflection in the water, unable to touch it, and then hang slowly there again after a moment.

Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, and his hippie smiled a little, and he pressed his forehead helplessly: "I was discovered so soon? I am too embarrassed by the skills of the mermaid leader."

Sheng Lingyuan stared at the faint "spider silk", his hands trembled: "What did you do...what is this?"

"The chief of the Mermaids thought that my flash delivery service was good, and he rewarded me with a set of 'Mermaid's Secret Words', which were filled with things that were not elegant, but it was very interesting to have a 'Shifting Vow' technique." Xuan Ji jumped out of the tree, grabbed Sheng Lingyuan's hand, gently hooked his majesty's fingertips, cut a small mouth, and then showed his fingers to him - Xuan Ji saw the same wound on the same hand.

Sheng Lingyuan's cut small wound healed quickly, and Xuan Ji's fingers also remained as smooth as before.

"In the future, if you are injured, I will be in love with you; if you are buried in the red abyss, I will be buried with you." He proudly raised his non-existent tail, "You are mine now."

Sheng Lingyuan grabbed his collar, his hands trembled so hard that he couldn't hold it, so he raised his hand and punched him.

Xuan Ji didn't hide, but was beaten to the point of his head, but smiled: "Is this the first time you've been fisting with someone in your life?"

Sheng Lingyuan not only touched his fists for the first time, but also realized what it means to be so angry that he was tinnitus. Before, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, his heart beat even faster. The heart of this person who was suffering from plague would jump and jump again and again to brush his feet. The jump made his mind "buzzing" and a migraine broke out for a moment. He couldn't continue the second punch anyway.

"You..." He was simply incoherent, "You just pissed me to death, and you don't have to worry about the Chiyuan Green River."

Xuan Ji didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he was afraid of being angry and couldn't kill him, so he said "Yes, since there is this forbidden technique of living and dying together, and you will be angry and of course I will be gone. By then, no one will guard the fire in Chiyuan."

Sheng Lingyuan: “…get out.”

Xuan Ji picked up Sheng Lingyuan's coat that fell to the ground, patted it, and draped it on him: "I tell you the source, don't check it, it's just the secret words of the mermaids. It's been lost long ago. Only I can do it in the world. Unless someone can go back to seek the scriptures four thousand years ago, no one can untie it."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Get out!"

"Hey, follow the order," Xuan Ji followed the good, "I gave up."

As he said that, he got up and walked to the bedroom door, held the door and looked back. The blood on Sheng Lingyuan's face, which was smoky by the heat, evaporated, but his eyes were so bright that they were fresh and steaming. He could see his chest rising and falling with his breath in his scattered collar.

Xuan Ji couldn't help but find some inconvenient scenes that were inconvenient to explain in detail - he got what he wanted and had no psychological burden, so Xiao thought so very freely, and followed the slightest common feeling that had just been raised, and conveyed it to Sheng Lingyuan in all kinds of ways.

A black fog in the room slammed out violently, directly knocking Xuan Ji from the door into the living room, and then the door roared loudly and closed.

Xuan Ji was caught in a roll, but seemed to have eaten the sweetest fruit on the big pear tree in Dongchuan. He coughed in a daze for a while, and then laughed in the living room.

The door could be closed, but the sound could not be closed. The feeling of a drop of blood was only a moment, but Sheng Lingyuan could feel the excitement in Xuan Ji's heart.

The common feeling soon disappeared, Sheng Lingyuan's tinnitus slowed down slightly, and he heard a cheerful whistle coming from the living room to a pear blossom tree that was as exaggerated as a set.

His Majesty's love lost and regained was made by Xuan Ji for two works. Finally, the false halo of life and death and time on the surface was worn away. The real memory was revealed. Sheng Lingyuan thought about it in detail in the first twenty years.

The little bastard back then experienced many battles and achieved the right result, and he developed a slim and unrestrained hob meat.

Sheng Lingyuan pressed his chest and tried his best to calm this overly lively heart.

Before he could calm down from his palpitations, something suddenly touched Sheng Lingyuan's scattered spiritual consciousness.
Chapter completed!