Chapter 910 Habit Becomes Second Nature

Zhao Changhe and others occupied the Night Palace and indulged in lust for more than ten days.

During these ten days, Ye Wuming was in pain and happiness.

When they were not practicing dual cultivation, Ye Wuming accompanied Ling Ruoyu to teach various laws, tell ancient stories, and talk about what he saw outside the domain; the little girl helped her mother massage the discomfort of split soul and soul, and accompanied her mother to stroll in the Night Palace, and they were so sweet.

Originally, Ye Wuming was still a little hesitant about "whether this is his daughter", but after these days of getting along, Ye Wuming felt that whoever competed with him for his daughter would fight him.

Ye Wuming himself did not realize that in fact, the attribute that he and Ye Jiuyou were closest to was not darkness and tranquility, but loneliness.

Back then, Ye Jiuyou also had a bunch of subordinates around him, such as Anmie and other crooked melons and jujubes, as well as countless corpse puppets and shadow beasts, which looked lively. But Ye Jiuyou only regarded them as tools and could not trust them at all. Facts have proved that Anmie and others are also full of ghosts and traitors.

She will always be alone. Ten thousand years later, alone in the abyss, looking at his reflection in the mirror, that kind of loneliness touched Zhao Changhe's heart.

He sympathized with and pitied the most terrifying demon in people's hearts, and pampered her... In the end, the demon's heart turned into a human, and her heart was soft around her fingers. It's not that Zhao Changhe's skills in picking up girls have reached the heavenly list, but the divine arrow fell from the sky, just when Ye Jiuyou was ready to become a mortal, and it hit the softest and most needed place in his heart.

Ye Wuming seemed to have friends and subordinates around him, but in fact she was the same as Ye Jiuyou... She never trusted them, and even destroyed them with her own hands.

Zhao Changhe said, you don't care about the three years of companionship, but I do.

Ye Wuming may not care... But no one has ever told her that he cares. Zhao Changhe said so many words of contempt, but he didn't know that it was such a simple sentence that really broke his defense, and what this sentence meant under the premise of risking his life to save him.

Looking at the happy people around Zhao Changhe, Ye Wuming would not want to be one of them, but it was inevitable that he felt particularly uncomfortable when comparing himself. Zhao Changhe was brought by her, and she guided him in his cultivation and destiny. In the end, she was just an outsider, or even an enemy.

They laughed and talked, and she was only worthy of living in the deserted Night Palace, with the blue sea and blue sky, and the lonely Guanghan.

Then Ling Ruoyu appeared... His attributes were established by her, his face was so similar to hers, his breath was so close to hers, he nestled in her arms, called her mother in a clear and stupid way, and massaged her temples considerately.

It was even difficult for others to understand that Ye Wuming, who had lived for tens of millions of years, had only produced an emotion called "happy" in these ten days, and laughed more than in the previous tens of millions of years.

She had never been happy, only these days.

But these days were also painful.

After all, those dogs and men were rare when they didn't practice dual cultivation, and most of the time they were practicing. There was nothing to say about this. Zhao Changhe's healing was indeed a top priority. It was impossible for him to recover in a regular year?

But when she practiced dual cultivation with Jiuyou, she, Ye Wuming, was a tragedy.

Only part of the soul returned to the body, and the main soul was still entangled in Ye Jiuyou's body. Every time Zhao Changhe did something with Ye Jiuyou, it was the same as doing it with Ye Wuming, experiencing all the feelings clearly and accurately, and sending Jiuyou to the peak together.

Ye Wuming tried to sleep and autism, but Ye Jiuyou didn't let her.

Every time he deliberately involved the soul, making her unable to concentrate, and determined to let her experience it.

Every experience was repeatedly intertwined with the memory of the last time he used his own body. In the end, Ye Wuming could hardly tell whether she was passively feeling these things in Ye Jiuyou's body, or whether Zhao Changhe was really doing things with her.

The most annoying thing is that there was more than one person every time. When Zhao Changhe was practicing dual cultivation with Piaomiao, Ye Jiuyou was shameless and hugged him and kissed him, which made Ye Wuming so angry that he wanted to dissipate himself.

You, Ye Jiuyou, are now the way of heaven in this world, can you have some face?

Oh, by the way, Zhao Changhe and Tiandao did this, does Zhaocuo have a special term for this... Zhao Ritian?

The writer's brain began to go off line again, and Ye Wuming could do nothing but find joy in misery. He could only be confused by the idea of ​​going off line.

If it weren't for keeping Ruoyu, he would have driven these dogs and bitches out long ago. For the sake of his daughter, the sacrifice is not small.

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"Master, you are here." Outside Ye Wuming's bedroom, Ling Ruoyu was trying out moves with Longque. Seeing Zhao Changhe coming to visit, she jumped up happily and greeted him warmly.

Zhao Changhe rubbed her head lovingly: "Didn't you say to call me dad in front of Ye Wuming?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what you call me now."

Zhao Changhe: "?"

In fact, Zhao Changhe didn't have a direct feeling of Ye Wuming's pain these days.

Although he knew in his heart that Ye Wuming's soul was in Ye Jiuyou's body, it was similar to the situation of Yangyang Piaomiao at the beginning. But people's thinking is always affected by perception. Ye Wuming was so suffocated in Ye Jiuyou's body that he could not feel that there was another soul in Ye Jiuyou's body. In addition, there was another body of Ye Wuming here who was filial to Ruoyu. In terms of perception, it was like separating two people. So Zhao Changhe never felt that when he was practicing with Jiuyou, he was also practicing with Ye Wuming.

These days, when he was not practicing with Jiuyou to heal his wounds, he would come to Ye Wuming from time to time, not to see Ye Wuming, but mainly to accompany Ruoyu and Longque.

He didn't quite understand what Ling Ruoyu said, and he was too lazy to think about it. He asked with a smile: "How about practicing moves?"

Long Que said: "I asked Xinghe to simulate Luochuan's attack repeatedly. It's easy to break it now, but this little fry can't compare with Luochuan. I don't know what will happen when I face him again."

Ling Ruoyu slammed the table: "Why am I a little fry again! Mother said that except for the lack of strength, my simulation of that move was very standard."

Zhao Changhe remembered something... The Heavenly Book can remember the opponent's skills, analyze and simulate them, as long as they don't exceed the outline. It is obvious that Luochuan's attack, except for the strength, did not exceed the Heavenly Book outline at the level of the law. It can be fully imprinted and simulated.

Ye Wuming and Ling Ruoyu should have been analyzing each other's skills these days.

Long Que said: "Lack of strength is the biggest shortcoming. They are both Ye Wuming. Now Ye Wuming is bullied like a sickly child. Is it because of insufficient perception? She has a lot of perception now. She has tried everything she didn't try before..."

A slap flew out of the bedroom and slapped Long Que to the ground level.

Long Que twitched twice and didn't say a word.

Ling Ruoyu tried to pull his friend out of the mud like pulling a carrot, but he couldn't. Ling Ruoyu without the Galaxy in his hand was just a piece of trash.

After pulling for a long time without moving, he gave up without loyalty and turned to Zhao Changhe to apologize: "I learned some fortune-telling from my mother today. Do you want to tell my master's fortune?"

Longque: "?"

I'm still in the mud, you tell your mother's fortune.

Zhao Changhe flicked his fingers, and the dragon bird that Ling Ruoyu couldn't pull out jumped out of the ground with a "bang".

Ling Ruoyu's eyes changed a little. He thought that the master was almost unable to move due to his injury before. It was not uncommon for ordinary people to lie down for several years. He recovered so quickly, and it felt that he was not far from complete recovery. Is the so-called dual cultivation method really so magical?

According to the current strength comparison, my mother, who only has part of her soul in her body, is probably going to be completely suppressed and unable to move...

Forget it, don't think about that scene. Ling Ruoyu took Longque back, stroked her like a cat, and comforted her: "Queque, be good, don't cry..."

Longque struggled: "You are obviously smiling."

"Really?"

"You and your mother bully me together every day, so I let my father bully your mother."

The two friends were about to fight, but Zhao Changhe pulled them apart: "Does Ye Wuming really bully you every day?"

Longque complained: "Every time she is bullied by you, she comes to beat me."

Zhao Changhe didn't react for a while: "How have I bullied her these days? Every time I come here, she hides from me and doesn't see me at all?"

Ling Ruoyu immediately flicked the handle of the knife, signaling Longque not to let out a word to remind Zhao Changhe, and then smiled and interrupted: "Master, do you want to Fortune telling. "

Longque closed his mouth, Zhao Changhe laughed: "Even your mother can't see my destiny, how can you tell it?"

"She can tell part of your destiny." Ling Ruoyu was eager to try: "Besides, she told you secretly, if I tell you, Master Gong will actively cooperate, right? Then the effect will be different."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe also doted on her to death: "How to cooperate, tell me."

Ling Ruoyu said excitedly: "Just stretch out your palm for me to see."

Zhao Changhe stretched out his right hand, and then changed to his left hand: "Men left and women right, right?"

"Actually, both are OK." Ling Ruoyu held his hand and looked at it for a while, then looked up at his smiling face, closed his eyes and calculated.

Zhao Changhe tilted his head and looked at it, wanting to laugh.

It was a bit like dreaming back to the divination house back then, the stinky blind man pretending to be pretentious.

Ling Ruoyu calculated for a while, opened his eyes and scratched his head.

Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Is it impossible to calculate?"

"No..." Ling Ruoyu hesitated and said, "I may have calculated it wrong..."

Zhao Changhe asked curiously, "What did you calculate?"

"Of course, I calculated the marriage of my parents. Can our family of three live happily together?"

"Can it be calculated that it can't be?"

Ling Ruoyu scratched his head: "It seems that you want to ask first if it is, and then ask if it can be."

Zhao Changhe didn't care when he heard it. Biologically, Ruoyu is not his and Xia Xia's child, and of course it is not a family of three. Besides, from another perspective, this family is so big, how can it be three people. Destiny is the most difficult thing to predict, because there are various explanations. Ye Wuming himself can't calculate it, and you, a beginner, can't calculate it.

Ye Wuming in the bedroom spoke up: "Don't be too ambitious. It's good enough that you can calculate the friends around you. Is he Zhao Changhe something that ordinary people can calculate? If it's really that easy to calculate, Luochuan would have come in long ago."

Ling Ruoyu said "Oh", quite disappointed.

Zhao Changhe heard Ye Wuming's voice sounded a bit sluggish, and he was out of breath as if he was sick. He couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong with her? Wasn't she quite energetic when she was shooting the dragon bird just now?"

Ling Ruoyu looked innocent: "She was teaching me fortune-telling before, and not long after, she suddenly ran in with a red face and closed the door. I don't know if she is sick. Master Gong can treat illnesses, let's go and see?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Ye Wuming will get sick, you are kidding me.

Ye Wuming also shouted inside: "What disease is there? You are sick, don't come in!"

Zhao Changhe heard that the tone was indeed strange, and he was confused, so he flashed through the door directly.

A wall of space blocked the flashing road. Zhao Changhe was caught off guard, and with a "bang", he lay on the air wall in the shape of a "奆" and slowly slid down.

Before sliding to the bottom, he made his palm into a knife and slashed straight.

The wall of space was broken, and the residual soul of Ye Wuming could not hinder Zhao Changhe, who had recovered most of it, and was easily broken into the boudoir.

As soon as Zhao Changhe landed, his eyes were fixed and he slowly backed away.

There was a huge bathtub in the middle of the bedroom. Ye Wuming shrank in the tub with his head exposed, staring at him with murderous eyes.

"That..." Zhao Changhe apologized with a smile: "I didn't expect you to take a bath here even if you were fine... Why do you look so sluggish when you take a bath..."

Ye Wuming gnashed his teeth.

What do you mean you are fine? You were having a great time with Jiuyou just now, and I was having a great time here too. There was something sticky flowing all over, so how could I not take a bath?

Why are you so sluggish? You said why you were so sluggish, but I am still weak now, but you look so happy.

So are you practicing dual cultivation or taking essence!

Both of them were silent and looked at each other for a while. As their eyes flickered, scenes from a long time ago came to their minds at the same time.

I have forgotten what the background was... It seemed to be at Cui's house or somewhere else. Zhao Changhe was also lying in the bathtub sluggishly, and Ye Wuming appeared in the void and looked at him.

At that time, she looked at him with indifference. Whether he was taking a bath or healing his wounds, it was meaningless to Ye Wuming, just like looking at a stone on the roadside. No matter how embarrassed Zhao Changhe was, he could not stop her from coming and watching as she pleased, and could only say some bad words and ask her if it was big enough.

Now the situation has reversed, and it is Ye Wuming who is in the bathtub, unable to stop him from coming and watching as he pleases.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a few seconds, Ye Wuming said expressionlessly: "Have you seen enough?"

Zhao Changhe did not retreat, and replied calmly: "It's not like you haven't seen it before. You look at mine, I look at yours, it's even."

"..." Ye Wuming said coldly: "What are you doing here today? It doesn't look like you are here just to accompany Ruoyu and Longque."

"Yeah." Zhao Changhe said: "I was planning to find you today."

"What's the matter?"

"My injuries are almost healed, at least not worse than when I separated Piaomiao and Yangyang. So what I could do back then, I can do now."

Ye Wuming was silent.

This means that Zhao Changhe came to ask her if she was ready, and the sisters could separate.

As for preparation, there is nothing to prepare... There is only one thing, they have been entangled for so long, whether they can go to the other side.

In fact, Ye Wuming felt that it was still a little short, but at this moment, there was almost no need to make a choice. Even if he could not go to the other side in this life, Ye Wuming did not want to stay in Ye Jiuyou's body.

"I'm ready." Ye Wuming quickly replied: "What does Jiuyou say?"

"Jiuyou has no problem... As the main body, she is confident that she can still go to the other side after you separate." Zhao Changhe sighed: "But I have a question."

Ye Wuming said lightly: "Say."

"When you separate, will our days living in Ye Palace end?"

"Of course." Ye Wuming sneered: "How long do you still want to occupy the magpie's nest and use my place as a brothel?"

"After leaving... will the heaven and the man be able to see each other again?"

Ye Wuming said: "Yu'er can come at any time and I will go down to see her."

"What about me?" Zhao Changhe asked.

"What's your business?"

"If that's the case, I think we should separate later." Zhao Changhe stepped forward: "I haven't seen enough."

Ye Wuming was furious: "Anyway, I've already given you the Ye Palace before, but you didn't want it! Come if you want, it's none of my business!"

Zhao Changhe smiled: "Do you really want to separate?"

"Nonsense."

"You haven't figured it out yet, you asked me for help if you want to separate earlier. Do you look like a beggar now?"

Ye Wuming looked at him coldly without saying anything, with an expression that said, "You can help or not."

Zhao Changhe walked to the bucket step by step while she was staring at him, and stretched out his hand to lift her chin: "I'll give you one day to prepare and return the remaining soul of this body to its original body. Tomorrow night, the two bodies will be placed together. I don't want you to beg me in a low voice, as long as you say it in person, "You're ready, come in."

Ye Wuming didn't know if he had the face to say such shameful words. What made her feel even more terrified at this moment was that she felt very used to being touched by him again, as if her left hand was holding her right hand. She had felt the touch of his fingers countless times in these days, whether it was the chin-raising or more shameful postures, she had seen them countless times when her soul was in Ye Jiuyou's body.

Even being seen naked in the bathtub at this moment, she seemed to be used to it, and she didn't even want to cover it up.

Habit is really a terrible power.