Sheng Lingyuan seemed to smell a burnt smell.

The sense of smell can pass through the seven emotions, so the anxiety smell diffused into his knowledge before he was unconscious. After a lapse of many years, there have been countless reappearances of scenes in his frightening dream-when he saw the broken sword of the demon again, the young man with a blurred face, twin wings, and wrapped in a fire.

Adding it back and forth, Sheng Lingyuan hadn't dreamed for more than a decade. For a moment, he forgot where and where he was, and was shocked in his heart, holding the fire light desperately.

The fiery light chopped into his vision, and he woke up in severe pain.

The corner of his eyes was stabbed by the light, and then, he saw that something had fallen from the air, and Sheng Lingyuan caught it, but collided with the other hand.

Xuan Yuan originally wanted to pour him a glass of water and put it on the bedside table. Somehow, he started to stare at Sheng Lingyuan's slightly frowned eyebrows, and traced his eyebrows and fell on his lips.

"On the hilltop, he kissed me back ... didn't he?" He thought uncertainly.

But it's not necessarily. Lingyuan just said clearly that the Yan team's love with each other is "nonsense". According to his understanding, His Majesty always has a word and never talks.

So ... his reaction at that time can also be interpreted as trying to push himself out. The fierce action may be because of shortness of breath.

Xuan Yuan's heart sank again.

Or if you think optimistically, it may be too sudden, Ling Yuan did not respond from beginning to end, but just instinctively returned his offensive behavior, which is not interesting at all.

Think back and forth, plus imagination-Xuan Ye walked away for half an hour.

When Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes suddenly, Xuan Yuan had no time to withdraw his gaze, fled in a hurry, and the tea cup in the tray rolled away inadvertently.

The two reached out at the same time, but there were "limited seats" on the small tea cup. Ten fingers were crowded to make a ball, and their eyes hit the memory on the top of the mountain. Sheng Lingyuan pressed his fingers, Xuan Yuan stepped back in panic, Give up at the same time.

The fate of the unfortunate tea cup is a sacrifice in the end.

Fortunately, what Xuanyuan made Zhi faint, forget to pour water, the glass is still empty.

"I, I, I'll sweep it!" Xuan Yuan looked like he was stomped on his tail, and turned away.

Sheng Lingyuan: "You ..."

Xuan Yuan turned back more quickly than rushing to answer: "What?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "Did you burn something?"

After two seconds of announcement, I remembered it suddenly, what happened! He put a porridge pot on the stove before pouring water!

The nose of the negative slacker is just like the thought of getting a job, which will be noticed after being reminded.

Sheng Lingyuan opened his mouth and hadn't had time to say anything.

Sheng Lingyuan paused for a moment. Since the day he could speak, he has never said such a blunt sentence. He didn't even know what to call Xuanyuan for a while.

Whether it is the "Xuan Yuan" of the present or the "Tong" of the past, they are all rusty when speaking out, and their tongues are choked.

As for the "chicken", that's not to say-he's not young anymore, and his nickname is not appropriate. It was not so easy to find the intimacy of laughing and joking in adolescence, after all, it was wrong.

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes fell on the broken pieces of porcelain, and the thin black mist rolled in with his heart. He gathered the pieces together and floated into the air. The black mist put the porcelain pieces together closely like a bent nail of a bowl, and lightly passed through the pieces. In less than half a minute, the broken tea cup was repaired.

It was just that the crack junction left a thin black line in the end.

Can't be the same as before.

Sheng Lingyuan held the repaired tea cup and saw the furnishings in the room for the first time.

He was awakened by the gloomy sacrifices, returned to his corpse, and took back the Suzaku bloodline, his six senses were transparent.

But his heart was in the grave, and the senses were also a passive receiver. Under the strange stimulus of three thousand years later, he was briefly fresh for a while, and then quickly and indifferently died. The sadness and joy that comes with Suzaku's blood, he is even more reluctant to recognize them, and let them mess up, mitigating the migraine that will linger in his later life.

Suddenly, Sheng Lingyuan realized that the room he was living in was ... the man's bedroom.

There is an ashtray on the bedside, with a desk calendar next to it, with a few notes on it. Because it was a simplified Chinese character, Sheng Lingyuan had only glanced at the contents before. When he saw all the trivial things, he didn't take a closer look. Until then, he suddenly discovered that although the shape of the character is quite different from ancient to modern, the frame structure of the man's handwriting is very familiar.

There are many shadows of my youth.

The futon was washed a lot, and it was a little white, and the horns were fluffed, filling the breath of the former owner.

If you put it on your body, it feels like you have a fever.

Sheng Lingyuan found strangely that he hadn't even felt it before.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully stroked the quilt, and was surprised to find that these half-used cotton cloths could be so soft.

"cough……"

A dry cough sounded at the door, and Xuan Ye was restlessly holding the laptop and poking there—the phone landed at the headquarters, but he hadn't got it back—Sheng Lingyuan's movements made him jump up and down, Xuan Yuan cleared his throat several times and tried to see Get up solemnly: "The bottom of the pot is pasted. I'll just take it out. Do you want to eat?"

Sheng Lingyuan turned to him, looking like two deep lakes.

Xuan Yuan felt that his blood pressure was approaching one hundred and eighteen, and he was about to evolve into a pressure cooker: "This ... is an accident, the probability of occurrence is very small, I am still very reliable. Uh ... really, I Can take care of ... "

Sheng Lingyuan interrupted him: "Come here."

Xuanyuan shut up.

"Come here," Sheng Lingyuan said softly, "I look at you."

Xuan Yuan felt like a lonely ghost with a detained soul. Before he could think about it, his two legs had walked past on his own initiative, and his heart trembled his limbs. He did not pull out his wings, but the shoulder blades on the sides of his back were almost hot.

In the kitchen, a bowl of porridge with charcoal was squatted, and a bowl of charcoal-brained flower was squatting around Xuanyuan's neck.

"Did I wash my face?" He came up with such a thought in a piece of burnt. For a moment, he hurriedly wanted to find something to take a picture. He looked down and saw an open notebook poked on his knee, on the takeaway platform on the screen. With a variety of lively snacks, he difficultly distinguished his shadow from the eight major cuisines, and found that he no longer knew when he was half-knelt by the bed, "What a silly shape I am ..."

At this moment, an unheated hand seemed to raise his face, and held his breath in a humble manner.

"It turned out he was like this," thought Sheng Lingyuan, but it seemed like he should, and it shouldn't be surprising.

The first acquaintance was unforgettable.

No wonder he lived so personally, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly realized, remembering the joyfulness of each time he sealed his memories, traveled around, and his chest twisted back and forth, he thought: how would he have been without me?

Xuan Yuan was touched from his face to his feet by his feet, stiff and painful, and just when he was about to endure, the doorbell rescued him.

As soon as he rang, he jumped up and yelled "I'm going to open the door" and ran away.

Sheng Lingyuan shook his palms and propped himself up from a single bed like a gentle township—the blood of Suzaku was severely peeled off by him. He finally returned to the body and was suppressed by him for a long time. The backlash is not much better than when it was pulled out.

Sheng Lingyuan held his heart in his breath, restrained his breath, and revived.

He saw from Xuanyuan's memory that the fragments of the Sky Sword were roasted by the Abyss fire, turned into molten iron, and wrapped around Suzaku bone. Bone, blood, old body, sacrifice, and Abyss as a sword furnace, it seems to be a coincidence that has caused the sword spirit to regenerate.

The Suzaku bone wrapped in the molten iron constitutes the physical body of the sword spirit, so Xuan Yuan is "born" in the fire every time.

Thirty-six Suzaku bones have been damaged to the last three thousand years so far ... If Suzaku bones are gone, what will happen to him?

Sheng Lingyuan's heart sank a little, and he couldn't stand the waves of Chiyuan.

Voices came from the door. Xiao Zheng and Wang Ze came together.

Wang Zehuai held a big bag in his arms, and Xiao Zheng threw an already dead phone into Xuanyuan's arms: "Do n’t you learn" organizational discipline "in your life? Oh, don't say hello, just leave. "

Wang Ze: "I don't know, I thought you were in a hurry to elope."

"Don't talk nonsense," Xuan Ling involuntarily lowered his voice, afraid that anyone might hear, "Come in."

Wang Ze and Xiao Zheng face each other-just declare Xuan Ye's "nonsense to get on the car and pull" the mouth, shouldn't they return to poverty immediately?

Since he is a man, there must be ghosts in it!

As soon as Wang Ze looked up, he saw that Sheng Lingyuan was wearing a suit and leaning on the door of the bedroom. He had no blood on his face, and seemed to be unable to stand up. He nodded at them lightly.

Wang Ze: "..."

He stared at Xuanyuan's eyes like copper bells-what have you done!

Xuan Yuan immediately left the two uninvited guests behind, raised Sheng Lingyuan, and whispered, "If you lie down for a while, I'll post you a mute sign."

"Have you heard? The two of us are noise and light bulbs," Wang Ze gave Xiao Zheng with his elbow, "Director Xiao, I claim the noise, how about you?"

Director Xiao Xuan's anger shone out of Buddha light.

"Maybe." Sheng Lingyuan waved his hands and said to "Noise" and "Bulb", "Sit."

Wang Ze restrained inexplicably, there was an illusion of being met by the head of state, and even Xiao Zheng obeyed his life subconsciously, waiting for the "sword spirit" to speak.

Sheng Lingyuan's gaze fell on Wang Ze's bag aside: "One more, please."

"Oh, yeah." Wang Ze untied the bag three times and five to two, uncovering the macaroni doll inside.

Although Zhichun is Weiyun's "posthumous work", after the sword was completed, the sword spirit did not immediately wake up, and until it became a sword spirit that could break away from the blade, it was not known for hundreds or thousands of years. I just thought that those auras that made people feel as if they were sitting on felt felt from the natural suppression of masters.

He politely sat down, his two short legs hanging on the sofa, with a strange sense of humor, but he could even see a little gentleness.

"The assassination failed. The mother-in-law should know that she was exposed," Xiao Zheng said. "Our people took a break and just caught a few young disciples who didn't understand anything. The old demon ran away. Then, I There is an ominous hunch. "

After Bi Chunsheng brought up the internal fraud case of the Foreign Responsibility Administration, the relationship between the special talents and ordinary people became strange.

The alienation bureau depressed the affairs of the Mirror Flower and Water Moon Butterfly, and only handled it internally, but there is no airtight wall in the world-there are many ordinary people in the alienation bureau itself, and they have more or less ideas.

Special energy field workers are grieved, and ordinary people in logistics are afraid.

Later, Yue Degong broke up in Dongchuan again, and the Misfortune of the Foreign Exchange Control Office went out. The research institute has rectified it several times and is still investigating. And the terrible thing about this thing is what ordinary people who know the inside will think-those who can look heaven and earth and protect the home and defend the country seem to be respectable, in fact, will they also be like Yue Degong To deliberately create an incident for your own privilege and respect, and then rush out to be a "hero"?

"To be honest, personnel affairs have received more resignations this month than in the past few years." Xiao Zheng sighed. "The special energy awakening rate broke through historical highs for unknown reasons and approached the abnormal warning line. The entire reception desk is Overloaded, the research results from the institute did not come out, people were trembling, and their minds might not be working. So far, no precise reason has been given for the sudden increase in awakening rate. "

Xuan Yuan asked: "What kind of special ability are they?"

"I don't know," Xiao Zheng said. "The new awakened group of special abilities is very strange. There is not much potential. Most of them are energy responses exceeding the threshold, but there is no specific performance.

This kind of special ability also existed before, like Ping Qianru from the aftercare department, which may be a little better and more conspicuous than the ordinary human body, but there is no other ability that can be used. Xiao Zheng has not thought about how to place these people, but He has a bad feeling.

Such people can only help with some logistics work when recruited into the Exotic Control Bureau, but in other industries in the society, because of their inherent advantages, they are much more likely to become social elites than ordinary people. A free and equal society is not completely classless. This is a group of people who have some social resources.

"The blind man has been saying things like 'regaining strength'," said Xiao Zheng Shen Sheng. "If even the old lady-in-law and the old lady are willing to make peace with them, it is not a pyramid scheme and a cult, according to the Yan team, Their organization is deeply rooted, at least for decades, and they have a prophecy inside. "

Xuan Yuan frowned, and he felt uncomfortable when he heard the word "Prophecy."

"It is said that there will be a day when the pearls of the sea cleanse the dust and re-enter the throne," Xiao Zheng said. They were all compiled by people, and it only shows that they conspired early. But the question is, what do other people think? "

The blind and jade mother-in-law belong to those who use special energy to make waves. Against these people, the Exotic Control Bureau has always had experience.

But ... so what about those who can't get their abilities in the clear direction, can't go to heaven, but have control over social resources?

Xiao Zheng said, "Lao Xuan, someone wants to see you ... you two."

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