The years I was in the human world

"Are you... okay?" Lin Xiyang looked at Xiao Fengzhuo who was lying on the ground, then looked at Lu Zhouxue's closed door, feeling a little hesitant.

"It's okay." Xiao Fengzhuo stood up, brushing off the dust on his body. He had to appear more serious in front of outsiders. He glanced at Lin Xiyang casually, and then fixed his gaze, "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

The last time Xiao Fengzhuo died, he escaped back to Mount Buzhou and secluded himself for nearly two hundred years. He was only recently released by Xiao Jin back to the mortal world. Therefore, he only had a general idea of ​​the changes in the past two hundred years, and did not understand the specific details thoroughly. When he saw Lin Xiyang at this moment, he felt that he looked familiar, but did not recognize that he was the Chunhuijun of the past.

Hearing him say this, Lin Xiyang barely pulled the corners of his lips and perfunctorily said: "I was originally a disciple of Elder Wei. It wouldn't be surprising if you have seen me."

"Wei Ruge?" Xiao Fengzhuo had been deceiving people in the world under the pseudonym Lu Xiaoxiao for a while, and he had heard that Wei Ruge had become a master.

Rumors are one thing, but now clearly hearing others addressing the young boy of that time in this way, even though Xiao Fengzhuo is quite experienced, he couldn't help feeling as if he was in another world.

Two hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, Xiao Fengzhuo thought to himself, but Lin Xiyang's words reminded him of another thing.

"I now remember why you look familiar to me." Xiao Fengzhuo said. He has a good memory and will not forget most of the people and things he has met. However, Lin Xiyang's cultivation and appearance have changed so much that he could not recognize him all of a sudden.

"Oh?" Lin Xiyang looked up at Xiao Fengzhuo. He didn't think that the latter would be able to see through his original identity as easily as Lu Zhouxue.

"Your name is Lingo?" Xiao Fengzhuo put on his usual cynical smile.

"Well, what?" This name was given to him by Wei Ruge when he accepted him as his apprentice. Perhaps it was intentional, but it was precisely because of this that Lin Xiyang was confident that others would not guess his true identity based on the name.

"Nothing." Xiao Fengzhuo shook his head and smiled meaningfully, which made Lin Xiyang wonder if he had guessed something. "It's a good name."

Some things don't need to be said explicitly, Xiao Fengzhuo thought. Although he didn't know how Lin Xiyang died, the reality was that no matter he, Lin Xiyang, or Lu Zhouxue who was resting quietly in the room inside, they were all people who died and crawled back from the underworld in the eyes of the world.

"Go and have a rest, and get some energy. We'll have fun tonight." Xiao Fengzhuo waved at Lin Xiyang, and a hint of coldness flashed in his strange-colored eyes, which was not like the look that "Lu Xiaoxiao" would have.

"What about you?" Lin Xiyang asked him. There were originally empty rooms in the inn, but since all the cultivators were trapped and unable to get out yesterday, the cultivators who originally just wanted to rest stayed there. Now there was no empty room in the inn.

"I beg you again, Master." Xiao Fengzhuo started knocking on the door after saying this, not caring at all about how others would look at him, "Master, please don't leave me out here alone, Master?"

"..." Lin Xiyang closed the door silently. Lu Zhouxue hasn't thrown Xiao Fengzhuo out yet, which shows that she has tacitly agreed. There is something inhumane going on between these two people, so why should he get involved?

There was no movement in the room for a long time. Xiao Fengzhuo was not discouraged. He simply sat down at the door of the room, humming.

Lu Zhouxue turned over in bed, and finally got off the bed, walked to the door barefoot and opened it, staring down at Xiao Fengzhuo, and said in a bad tone: "What do you want to do?"

Xiao Fengzhuo turned his head and grinned at him, his pair of mandarin duck eyes sparkling like expensive gems: "I'm not doing anything, I have no place to live, can you take me in, Immortal?"

Those eyes were very similar to those of the cat demon who called himself a mediocre person two hundred years ago. They were equally sincere and would not be soft-hearted. However, because of those similar eyes, Lu Zhouxue temporarily changed his mind.

"...Come in." Lu Zhouxue turned and left, but left the door open to Xiao Fengzhuo. The latter patted his butt and got up from the ground, climbed onto Lu Zhouxue's bed in a very arrogant manner, lifted the latter's quilt and was about to push in.

"Who told you to come up?!" Lu Zhouxue looked at the overly self-conscious Xiao Fengzhuo and raised his foot to kick him.

Xiao Fengzhuo quickly grabbed his ankle and wrapped it with a blanket. He blinked his eyes and said like a good boy, "The Immortal is very cold."

“What does it have to do with you?” Lu Zhouxue raised his other leg and stepped on Xiao Fengzhuo’s shoulder to kick him down. He stood up and looked at the man who fell to the ground and looked up at him. He said in a distant tone, “Stay away from me. If you do it again, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Because of those similar eyes, he was willing to be more tolerant towards the person in front of him, but that was all. It was true that he loved the person and loved everyone in him, but that didn't mean he would turn his longing for one person into indulgence of another person.

Xiao Fengzhuo, who fell to the ground, looked at Lu Zhouxue with a serious face and tilted his head. Mianmian was so easy to deceive back then, but now she is so unkind. He is not used to it.

But when he thought about how Lu Zhouxue became like this, Xiao Fengzhuo felt a little distressed and sighed softly. He wanted to give him a hug. Xiao Fengzhuo walked to the bedside and Lu Zhouxue looked at him warily.

This is good, it's not easy to get hurt, Xiao Fengzhuo thought.

But that’s not enough. If others coax them a little, they will still soften their hearts.

He sat down beside the bed, quietly looking at Lu Zhouxue's now unrecognizable face. Two hundred years had passed in a flash, but it seemed like yesterday when they parted. Neither of them had ever felt the long waste of time.

One had just awakened from the forced training in the divine world, and the other had just escaped from a death trap. Their impressions of each other were still very clear.

"Go down." Lu Zhouxue frowned. He felt like his territory was invaded. After being stabbed by Peacock, he instinctively avoided being too close to others, both emotionally and in reality.

"Don't you recognize me?" Xiao Fengzhuo asked calmly, his deliberately disguised frivolity subsided, and between his brows, a faint indifference that showed no regard for all the joys and sorrows of the past could be seen. "Mianmian, I'm here to find you. Do you remember our agreement?"

Lu Zhouxue's eyes widened for a moment, and he opened his mouth, unable to speak: "You——"

"Although it's a little late, but..." Xiao Fengzhuo was interrupted by the sword energy before he could finish his words.

He quickly dodged, only to see Lu Zhouxue holding a broken sword, staring at him fiercely: "Who are you? Why do you know all this?!"

Xiao Fengzhuo: "..."

Seeing that Xiao Fengzhuo didn't answer, Lu Zhouxue showed no mercy and stabbed with his sword, each move was full of the power of thunder.

Seeing that he was about to be beaten up, Xiao Fengzhuo finally got serious. He immediately summoned the scimitar hidden at his waist and started fighting with Lu Zhouxue. Lu Zhouxue's tribulation was over and his cultivation was restored, while Xiao Fengzhuo was his true form. Both of them were completely different from before.

However, after a few rounds, the inn was about to be demolished by the two of them. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of hand, and knowing that they would not achieve any results if they continued fighting like this, Xiao Fengzhuo did not care about winning or losing, and simply exposed his weakness, forcing Lu Zhouxue to hold his neck and force him to lie on the ground.

"Mianmian, you're so fierce." Xiao Fengzhuo threw his scimitar aside, with the sword still on his neck, but he was still lazy, as if he was sure that Lu Zhouxue would not take his life. "Do you really not recognize me?"

"Aren't you dead?" Lu Zhouxue's hand holding the sword was slightly unsteady, and his red eyes seemed to be about to shed tears. After ten thousand years of disaster, what really left ripples in his heart was the short three months of acquaintance with Xiao Fengzhuo.

"Mianmian, I'm a cat demon." Xiao Fengzhuo's tone was somewhat helpless. He looked up at Lu Zhouxue who was almost about to cry, raised his hand to touch the corner of his eyes, and said softly, "Don't be sad."

Lu Zhouxue closed his eyes, got up from Xiao Fengzhuo, silently sheathed his sword without saying a word.

Xiao Fengzhuo thought he was unhappy, so he tilted his head slightly, turned his palm over, and like a magic trick, he turned out a candy man. He held the bamboo stick and handed it to Lu Zhouxue, saying softly: "It's a meeting gift, don't be angry——"

"I'm not angry." A soft body suddenly threw itself into his arms and hugged him tightly, "As long as you're alive, that's good."

In the face of living, everything else is insignificant.

"Well, long time no see, Mianmian." Xiao Fengzhuo was still handing something over. He curled his eyes and then put his arm around Lu Zhouxue's back: "So enthusiastic?"

Lu Zhouxue pinched him, Xiao Fengzhuo frowned, and muttered in a voice that both of them could hear clearly: "Pinch me, so fierce."

"I miss you so much." Lu Zhouxue hugged Xiao Fengzhuo tightly.

"I know." Xiao Fengzhuo gently stroked his back, his movements were gentle, and he almost hid Lu Zhouxue in his arms. "I missed you too, so I came to find you as soon as Xiao Jin let go."

It would have been fine if Xiao Fengzhuo didn't mention Xiao Jin. As soon as he mentioned it, Lu Zhouxue remembered him and started to bring up old things.

"Are you the ancestor of demons?" Lu Zhouxue had met the ancestor of demons Yao Su once in Buzhou Mountain. At that time, Xiao Jin angrily threw the broken Beihong Mirror into the Taihuang Temple, and Yao Su followed in nonchalantly.

"Hmm, you remember now?" Xiao Fengzhuo smiled and tidied up Lu Zhouxue's hair that had fallen down from the fight. "I thought you would recognize it at first sight."

"I did recognize Yao Su at first sight." Lu Zhouxue held up Xiao Fengzhuo's face and looked at it carefully, rubbing his eye sockets with her fingertips. "But your appearance has changed. How can I know that Yao Su is my Ah Zhuo?"

"Blame me." Xiao Fengzhuo grabbed Lu Zhouxue's hand and pressed it against his forehead. "Next time, I will make sure Mianmian will recognize you at a glance."

"Do you want to have another chance?" Lu Zhouxue grabbed Xiao Fengzhuo's collar with his other hand. He looked up at the man who was smiling wantonly, and there was a sense of relief in his tone, "Azhuo, none of us should die again. We should all be fine."

Xiao Fengzhuo's fingers moved slightly, and he responded to Lu Zhouxue's words: "Yeah."

"So, you came to my palace that night?" Lu Zhouxue asked again. The night before he left Buzhou Mountain was the middle of the moon. He got drunk in the warm pool that day and woke up on the couch. The little boy in the palace said that only Yao Su had been there.

"Which day?" Xiao Fengzhuo asked doubtfully, but the smile between his eyebrows showed that he did not forget, he was just pretending to be stupid.

Seeing his expression, Lu Zhouxue knew that there was nothing he didn't understand, so she raised her lips slightly and said jokingly, "You are the dignified demon ancestor, but you didn't go through the main gate, but you had to climb over the wall to be a thief. Tell me the truth, where did you hide that day?"

What he used now was not the beautiful face painted by Xiao Yueheng, but his own real face. His smile was no longer like melting ice and snow as before, he was still handsome and pretty, but he did not look like a gentleman.

Xiao Fengzhuo really loved his smug look and couldn't help but pull him into his arms and rub him. Lu Zhouxue didn't think there was anything wrong with it and obediently let Xiao Fengzhuo hug him.

"I was on that osmanthus tree." Xiao Fengzhuo confessed to his "crime" of being a spies and peeping at a beautiful woman bathing, and he did not act guilty at all. Instead, Lu Zhouxue suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He was so busy bringing up old scores that how could he have forgotten that he was drunk and naked in the pool that day. Not only did he lose all his manners, he also lost face in front of Xiao Fengzhuo.

"Are you shy?" Xiao Fengzhuo noticed Lu Zhouxue's red ears and couldn't help laughing. He rubbed his head against his shoulder and said insincerely, "We are all men, what are you afraid of? Although I am not a gentleman, I will not do anything to take advantage of others."

"You really didn't take advantage of someone's misfortune, you were openly sneaking into his bed." Lu Zhouxue grabbed Xiao Fengzhuo's hair and pulled him up.

Xiao Fengzhuo nudged Lu Zhouxue's palm, squinted his eyes and said with great enjoyment: "It's only Mianmian's quilt that I would crawl into. If it were someone else - humph."

"You're still crawling into other people's beds? Slutty cat!" Lu Zhouxue patted his head gently, and then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where's your tail?"

"Mianmian wants to touch it?" Xiao Fengzhuo opened one eye and looked at him. Then a big furry tail poked out from the hem of his clothes and hooked into Lu Zhouxue's elbow. "If you want to touch it, then touch it."

Lu Zhouxue played with the cat's tail carefully, and looked at Xiao Fengzhuo with some pity: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt now." Xiao Fengzhuo knew that Lu Zhouxue was remembering that his tail was plucked before he died, so he pinched the latter's ear and whispered to comfort him, "It's all in the past, Mianmian, look, it's growing well now - do you want to touch its ear?"

Lu Zhouxue pursed his lips and said nothing, his slightly trembling fingertips revealed his feelings. He wanted to touch a big, fluffy cat; he liked it so much.

"Ha." Xiao Fengzhuo laughed lightly, and a pair of soft cat ears popped out from his hair. He grabbed Lu Zhouxue's hand and put it on his ears, "Be happy, Mianmian."

The hair on Xiao Fengzhuo's ears scratched his palm, moving and bringing a slight itch. Lu Zhouxue retracted his hand, but couldn't help it. He still grabbed the pair of fleshy ears and scratched the earlobes with his fingertips. Then he felt Xiao Fengzhuo tighten his hand around his waist.

"Azhuo?"

"It's okay, you can touch it." Xiao Fengzhuo's voice was a little strange, with some of the humming of a small animal feeling satisfied.