The Year of Rebirth

The young man opened his eyes in an unbelievable way, still a little bit unbelievable about what was happening before him.

The owner does not look much older than him. His legs are very slender. At this moment, his head is slightly tilted up, his squinted eyes are full of arrogance, and the second is horrible.

The monster had no thoughts, but for some reason he subconsciously wanted to shrink back when he met this person’s eyes. But obviously the homeowner who was already in a state of going violently could not let it go. With his raised arm, countless red lights climbed out from the ground, surrounding it like a cage.

The owner didn’t speak much. He even disdain to look at the monster trapped in the red light. He turned his head sideways and scanned the surrounding ruins, his brows were raised, and he could completely kill the flies.

“Unexpectedly to this point…” He seemed to be very dissatisfied with the situation he was in. He stood still and underestimated it for a while before thinking of the monster trapped in the red light and roaring. “For the sake of waking me up, I’d like to reward you.” He was talking to himself completely, his fingers pressed together slightly, and he made a clear voice.

The red light suddenly lit up, turned into a circle to wrap up the monster, quickly shrunk into a small spot, and then exploded, as brilliant as fireworks.

The young man swallowed his hand, blinked and still didn’t believe that such a huge monster had been solved so easily… the eyes of the house owner changed instantly.

The homeowner who turned his head to look at him saw his reaction in his eyes, curled his lips and smiled: “Come on, little thief.”

Boy: “…”∑(っ°Д°;)っHe exposed? !

The owner kicked away the bamboo at his feet, and took the young man out of the small bamboo house that was already facing nature, and entered another house.

The young man holding his spiritual position slowly moving felt that he was under a bit of pressure.

The young man waited for a long time and didn’t wait until the owner listened to what he said. He could only sit aside and carefully look at the domineering young man sitting in the first seat. It was only at this moment that he could really see that face.

It was an indescribable feeling.

The young man is like a monster, because his every move reveals a kind of monster for no reason, especially the pair of uplifting phoenix eyes, which is simply deceptive. But when he looks at you with his eyes down half-down, all you can feel is the boundless fear, not the bewitched heart rippling.

He was born very well, he was simply the little white face he always spit on in the ordinary days, but after taking on that unbelievable arrogance, he was a little bit more disobedience, and he was born with noble arrogance, as if he was born to look high above the earth .

The young man’s ominous premonition expanded again, and he could only wait for the uncle to speak with his head down.

Seeing that he was finished, the youth did not let him wait long.

“Listen to the little thief.” He sneered. “From tomorrow on, you will be responsible for protecting this body. He will leave here and go to a place. Your responsibility is to protect him all the way.”

“This body?” The boy was taken aback. “what do you mean……”

“Don’t make any bad ideas.” The young man smiled harshly. “I slept in this body, waking me to pay a certain price, have you seen it?”

Thinking of the demon’s fate, the young man trembled and nodded hurriedly to indicate that he knew it.

“Very good.” The young man’s index finger wiped the thumb, his smile faded, and his arrogance was restored. “I planted a contract on you. If you don’t want to die, then you will be obedient.”

Teenager: “…” (/□\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\) Is he qualified to protest?

The night was very thrilling, and Su Lu had a weird night. In his dream, he was dressed in a heavy robe full of Sanskrit. Looking down on the world from the clouds of nine days, he saw a mess. The feeling was so heavy that it made people breathless.

Everything in front of him is vague, but he can perceive his own emotions, full of anger, and even grievance and pain.

He turned around and shook the palm of the person next to him, and then he woke up.

He couldn’t remember what the man in the black robe looked like beside him, nor could he remember who he was, but the feeling of disappointment was deeply imprinted in his mind, making it difficult for him to control himself for a while.

All the memories of the Onmyoji that he had abandoned in the past are now circling in his sea of ​​consciousness. It seems that as long as his mind moves, he can completely control them, hold this power in his hand, and then look around the world.

It’s a pity that Su Lu never had this plan. Although he had adjusted his plan of playing around, he planned to retrieve the memory that obviously belonged to him but was very strange to him.

Intuition tells him that it is very important to him.

And in the distant endless abyss, a pair of golden eyes also slowly opened. It looks like cat eyes, but the haze in it makes people timid.

“The king?” The guard at the side turned to look at the man in black with some confusion.

“Nothing, just an old friend…woke up…”

*

“Ka!” As the director shouted, all the staff members were relieved.

Su Liunian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, climbed down from the wooden bed in the small bamboo house, and took out two pieces of film from his pupils. This kind of device that changes pupil color makes him uncomfortable even if he doesn’t feel any more wearing it.

The prop group hurriedly started to clean up next to him, and Su Liunian walked to the director’s side with his clothes.

“The fleeting years are here?” The director looked very happy. “This scene was very good, especially when the momentum changed. My initial idea was to split this into two parts. After all, not everyone can…” Said the director stopped here and didn’t know how to pick it up. .

“Not everyone can perform fine points so well.” The screenwriter on the side continued. He has always said this. Su Liunian has been damaged a lot by him. Knowing that he didn’t mean it, and was not angry, he smiled gently.

“I also felt the need to be divided into two parts at the beginning.” At this point, he could not lie. “But later I felt that if that was the case, the poor connection would be found out by the audience.”

The director laughed and liked his attitude very much. He patted him on the shoulder and said: “Although the background setting of what this guy writes is not good enough, the script is absolutely good and nothing to say, at least the IQ is required to watch the plot hahahaha .” He turned to talk about the screenwriter. Obviously this was not the first time he had said this kind of joke.

When Su Liunian saw the screenwriter’s face, I was noble and glamorous. Bingshan-jun didn’t recognize this funny director’s expression at all, and his smile became even stronger: “Well, the screenwriter’s high IQ is well known in the industry.”

The screenwriter snorted, got up and walked away.

From a distance, Wen Chuyuan, who was still entangled with the two flowing belts behind his costume, was given a cold face by the screenwriter who didn’t know what was wrong with him. He asked Su Liunian somehow, “What happened to Anning?” So fast… Have the inspiration to change the script?”

Su Liunian smiled and said, “Maybe, um, change the little thief into the flower-picking thieves.”

Wen Chuyuan could hear that he was joking, rolled his eyes and squatted over to the director to watch the previous scene.

Su Liunian has gone a little farther, and he can still hear him complaining to the director: “The belt behind this dress is too long. Why should the thieves keep these two things?”

The director said: “You look elegant, don’t you think?”

Wen Chuyuan: “…When I didn’t ask…” He and the director must not be from the same world…

Today Su Liunian’s tasks have all been completed. After removing his makeup and changing back to his clothes, he took Shen Yue back to the hotel.

He still has no code, and it is decided to open a new article today. He has never been a person who will miss an appointment.

Due to the slow writing speed of “The Prosperity and Elegy”, Su Liunian only planned to change one chapter every day, so compared with his previous speed, it seemed a bit slow. Several guys in the author group coaxed him to open another one. Wen, Su Liunian thought about it, and felt that anyway, he was writing history. If there is official history, there will be unconventional history. Anyway, he wrote about these dynasties. This will not let his thinking be too jumpy.

Writing short stories about history, that is, Ono History is actually a very interesting thing. Not all the so-called stories in it are true. The small stories spread by the people, the small stories of personal brain supplement, Su Liunian is like writing and thinking when he starts. He uses the same technique as “Onmyoji”, with several main tasks connecting various ancient stories. By the way, you can also talk about monsters and ghosts.

These days Su Liunian spends all the time except filming on the codewords on the Internet. It is strange to say that Su Xuanqing has always emphasized that he must be contacted every day. In the usual way, Su Liunian has not contacted him. He has already called several communications to inquire. , But these days have been much quieter, Su Liunian is still a little uncomfortable…

Let the elder brother take care of him, he is not used to it, he relaxes, and he is not used to it.

Su Liunian didn’t know what to do with him, so he rubbed his eyebrows and left with him.

That night, the readers who had been writing a fleeting column for a whole day finally refreshed the new article. After clicking on it, they found that some people didn’t even react when they were writing history.

[*Reader:…I read it right…Let’s build a world by yourself and write history to him…∑(っ°Д°;)っThis is too terrible…]

[*Reader: I finally know why I have to prepare for so long…I have a hunch that it is important to fall into a long story… I feel enthusiastic at the beginning. . . . 】

[*Reader: I have read the first chapter three times, and each time I can read some unique things…what is the big brain made of…(⊙0⊙)]

[*Reader: (⊙0⊙) This is the rhythm of creating the gods, and the time arrangement is so detailed… Is this the rhythm of killing obsessive-compulsive disorder patients? Can’t help but want to find bugs…]

[*Reader: Good idea upstairs, I want to find it too, but I didn’t find it in the first chapter…]

[*Reader: Weak expression…Is it the only one who noticed that one chapter a day was written? It’s too scary, how can I bear it (〒_〒)]

[*Reader: The upstairs is full of hatred… We want to ignore that sentence (╯－＿－)╯╧╧Why did you mention it?

[*Reader: I gave a big thumbs up silently, you guys make a noise slowly, I just watched. 】

Su Liunian probably paid attention to the atmosphere of the questioning and found that there was no quarrel, so he launched the qwq backstage to report in the group of authors in charge of Luo Chuanyun.

He was drawn to this group and not long after, the reason was that this group of authors knew that their editors actually signed and wrote for the fleeting goods, and then many of the book fans hidden in it were smashed and sold so as to be more threatening to force the editors to take this. Only unsocial authors pulled in.

That’s how Luo Chuanyun cried with Su Liunian: I’ve been **** mold for eight lifetimes… How come all the authors I met threatened me with a broken update

[The fleeting years are unfavorable] The new article is ready… it is updated every day.

[Lying down and dead] Qaq, how can you bear to treat us this way, one more thing a day, one more three thousand things, too little, alright…how to live!

[Sad people don’t grow crops] I’m finished! The sofa is also snatched! Bahahahahahahaha, you scumbags come and worship me!

[The fleeting unfavorable]…I didn’t intend to post so soon, it was all forced by you…

[Old antique] If you don’t post our article, the floor where you want to change the article will always be covered, okay, why do your readers want to build a building below my article and ask for updates? We are just an editor. The editor is in charge of it. I can’t hold you (〒_〒)

[I don’t understand] Don’t guess the reader’s mind…

[I’m very happy] Speaking of Xiao Liu Nian, is there any other job _(:3」∠)_ It seems that you have very little time to code words every day…

[The fleeting years are unfavorable] Well, there are side jobs_(:3」∠)_

[Lying down and dead] (〒_〒) There is also a side job… ooh, all the money you make can buy a house in the capital… What side job…

[The fleeting years are unfavorable] This is not a question of money 0v0

【Sad people don’t plant crops】(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻The local tyrants have wood and want to be friends, so please hug your thighs!

Su Liunian has some headaches… I really don’t know why these people are called noble and glamorous gods by readers. They are all Shen Jing Bing, right…