When Cheng Qian woke up, he was already in the stone mustard seeds.

The sun had not yet risen to the middle, and the stone mustard seeds turned into a small courtyard that was stretched out by the Vermillion Bird Tower. The green shade covered the blood and energy, like a short paradise.

One fell on his forehead.

Cheng Qian pulled that down, opened his eyes and saw himself lying on the eldest brother's leg.

Yan Zhengming had several more fine new injuries on his palm. Looking closely, there were also cocoons left by holding a sword for a long time, as if they were covered with old wind and frost. Now there was a seemingly smooth back left, which was still pretending to be self-easy.

Yan Zhengming let him hold it, but he didn't give him a good look. He raised his eyebrows and made a boss's impatient expression, saying, "Get up quickly when you wake up, your legs will make you numb."

Cheng Qian was so weak that he had no strength. He leaned on his thighs and looked at him steadily.

Yan Zhengming was uncomfortable with his straightforward gaze, so he said, "I almost freeze into a zombie, right? Let's see if you show off next time..."

Cheng Qian suddenly had some idea of ​​something wrong, and he put his mouth to his mouth without hesitation, and gently kissed his back.

Yan Zhengming immediately couldn't scold him anymore. He took a breath of cold air with restraint, and shivered slightly, barely holding back the illusion of calmness. His tongue was closed in an instant, and he felt a little "fresh on the outside and burnt on the inside".

He grunted for a while and whispered: "I think you are seriously injured and you are still teasing your palms."

Yan Zhang said this without showing any expression, and his expression was dignified and solemn, as if he could do an errand to save the dead immediately, but his voice was so gentle that he could pinch out water, and he felt very absurd in his seriousness.

The implication is that I wish I could be teased again.

Unfortunately, Cheng Qian did not grow that kind of romantic. He held the truth on the left and the romance on paper, and poked a wooden stake on the top of the ground in the middle.

The wooden stake didn't respond, but turned over and hugged Yan Zhengming's waist and buried himself under his chest.

The stone mustard seeds were quiet, and Cheng Qian's mind was filled with troubles, such as "the oath of all directions", such as "listening to the universe", such as "the devil and the demons", such as "the lineage of troubles and whistling by him, and Cheng Qian, who was exhausted, swept his sleeves. He said: "What if he doesn't matter, I want to have a sleep."

Yan Zhengming's familiar smell was mixed with a little bitter medicinal fragrance. Cheng Qian was nestled in his arms, and the quietness was clear. He couldn't help but think of the absurd dream of the sun rising to the top of the day in Fuyao Villa.

He grew up so old that the couples who lived with their own eyes had farming and village women. Those ordinary people were flirting with each other all day long and noisy, and they could not see any special love. Over the years, Cheng Qian either practiced or went to seclusion or was wandering around the world. He was even driven to the ignorance, and before he could learn how he was, he was thrown into the shelves and poured a pot of love on the ground.

Cheng Qian can rely solely on himself, groping around like a headless fly.

Yan Zhengming was caught off guard by him, and his arms were hung aside, and he froze for a moment without any effort. He said Cheng Qian had no intention of letting go of him, so he asked with amusement and helplessness: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, half opened his eyes in a daze, and there seemed to be a hint of misty and tired smile in his eyes. He looked at Yan Zhengming: "Senior Brother..."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He was caught by Cheng Qian's eyes and half of his soul was involuntarily holding his breath and concentrating. However, after a while, why didn't Cheng Qian say the next sentence? When he saw that Cheng Qian was silent on his own.

Going asleep?

Yan Zhengming realized that he was mobilizing a lot. He gingerly put down his pair of nowhere to rest, put them on Cheng Qian's waist, and then closed his hair scattered on his knees, and said to himself: "You are getting more and more arrogant when you scream and don't say anything."

As soon as he said that Cheng Qian, who should have fallen asleep, suddenly spoke. He was very gentle and said unambiguously: "I don't know how to treat you well. No matter what, I will never let you down."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

When he heard this at first, he was stunned for a while and asked in a sleepwalking manner: "What did you say?"

It would be enough to say the important words once. Cheng Qian refused to say anything. He hugged him a little tightly and tilted his head slightly. This time he was really going to sleep.

Yan Zhengming kept pursuing his shoulders and chattered: "Copper coins, what did you say just now, tell me again!"

Cheng Qian was woken up by him several times, and was so annoyed that he said: "I'm so noisy, but I'll stop it."

But when he said this, he couldn't speak left and right. Cheng Qian was shocked and said, "I couldn't bear to scold him if I had a single word."

Cheng Qian then raised a finger to his mouth, still closing his eyes, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a specious smile.

Yan Zhengming's eyes suddenly became a little hot, and he held his breath in his chest, and it took a little longer, causing a slight pain.

He always suspected that Miles Qian of the Demon Valley did this because he had a peek at his demon. In order to prevent him from being trapped by the demon, he might not have really understood these things, nor would he really understand them.

Even if it is true, will he not regret it if he delays his practice in the future?

Until he heard this sentence, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that even if a little Qian really annoyed him and got tired of him, holding this sentence was enough to support him in his long life as a monk.

What's more, Cheng Qian has never promised a fortune, and there is nothing in the world that knows better than him.

The ten-sided formation at the foot of Yin Mountain finally became a farce.

Tang Zhen’s big Bagua plate was made of something magical, until the ten-sided formation was broken and it was not broken. Yiran descended from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The blood oath is still there, so according to the agreement, the current situation is that the demon cultivator loses.

Unfortunately, I didn't care about winning or losing for a while.

The third prince exploded and died, and the bone-transforming formation broke. The monks who had recovered and rushed forward and took down Xuan Huang, who had been stalemate with Tang Zhen for a while.

After the matter was finished, the people with hatred looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start.

It was Yan's use of the ancient demon-removing seal to force the major sects to come here and fight with the demon cultivators. Although this battle was a big start and a miserable one, there were many traps in the ten-sided formation. In the middle, they were mixed up by Yan's rebellious setting and buried the bone-transforming formation. The third prince tended to rebel spies lurking in the various sects, killing more than those who died in the ten-sided formation. This was another blood debt that had nowhere to be settled.

But... in the end, he broke the formation with his body, and released the members of the bone transformation array from the bone transformation array.

Love triangle is already enough to make you anxious, let alone this triangular hatred.

The bottom of Yin Mountain is full of devastation. The corpse collectors and the healing wounds are healing. The Nine Saints are dead, and most of the demon cultivators are injured. They can be said to have no leader in the group of dragons, for fear of suffering losses, so they left.

According to the agreement, Han Yuan should go to Beijing with Yan, but there were basically few left in the killing of each other - Wu Chang's death, Xuan Huang was hung up by various major sects to raise an army to punish him. You Liang took Wu Chang's clothes away in a daze, and there was no trace of them. There were only a bunch of small fish and shrimps left. Even if there was blood pressure, he didn't really dare to provoke him.

Han Yuan, the first demon, squatted boredly at the mouth of the stone mustard seed, and did not go in or go far.

Li Yun came out of the mustard seed, looked at him in a complicated manner for a while, lifted it up for a long time, and then left it sadly again - he was a little dazed, but the child in front of him was no longer the child who followed him to dig his bird nest.

Han Yuan looked back at him after hearing the sound, but said nothing.

Li Yun: "What should you do if you calculate?"

Han Yuan thought calmly and asked slightly mockingly: "Can I decide what I said?"

Li Yun was speechless, and Han Yuan asked again: "Is Cheng Qian still alive?"

Li Yun: "……………………… He was exhausted, and he would be able to adjust his breathing in a while.”

Han Yuan sarcastically said: "Is that right? I think you were so anxious just now, as if your wife was about to give birth."

Li Yun: “…”

Han Yuan looked up at the small courtyard made of mustard seeds, and looked at the water puddle sitting far away on the wall, but he couldn't come.

Maybe I have nothing to say, or maybe I am afraid of him.

Who told him to smoke her bones?

Han Yuan seemed to be self-deprecating, and sneered cynically. He felt that he might be a bit annoying here, so he turned around and walked towards the residual formation of the ten-sided formation.

Li Yun, however, stumbled for a moment and suddenly called him.

Li Yun seemed to have admitted by the mountain cave that he intended to trick Han Yuan into the back mountain. He seemed to have mustered up great courage. He said: "Do you know that Fuyao Mountain has not opened yet because the master added three locks to his palm seal?"

Han Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him coldly, as if saying, "This is a matter within your school, what does it have to do with me."

Li Yun looked at him steadily and said, "To open the lock, we need five of our true energy - five of us, including you."

Han Yuan was surprised when he heard this. Then his face twitched slightly, as if he was slapped by the closest one. A slight grievance surged out of thin air and had nowhere to tell.

Li Yun let out a light voice and asked: "Xiao Yuan, is the secret realm of the Three-Life that falls out of the sleeve of the third prince really? What did you see inside?"

Han Yuan sneered: "Look at you all dead, are you happy?"

After hearing these cold words that looked like strangers, Li Yun didn't say a word, but there was sadness on his face.

At this time, the puddle on the wall of the stone mustard suddenly opened: "The secret realm of the Three Life is calculated. I have been walking in Fuyao since ancient times. Who believes in whom... who...uh, that, what..."

The last word was obviously quite indecent. I didn't dare to say it, and I stammered over it.

Whether it was the words in front or the rude words in the back, it didn't sound much like her tone. When Han Yuan heard this, he mentioned slightly: "Tell Yan Zhang for me, let him take care of his own affairs."

After saying that, he took a few steps, suddenly stopped again, and in a blink of an eye his body changed his main body.

Han Yuan even turned his head and smiled at Li Yun, then took out a palm-sized scale from his arms and said, "Second Brother, please hand this over to the eldest brother."

Li Yun stretched out and took the dragon scales flying towards him. The dragon scales seemed to be dyed with ink, and there was a slight light in the sun. Put them on it and you could feel the real energy flowing faintly inside.

After Han Yuan finished speaking, he strode to the platform of the ten-sided array, sat cross-legged as if he was trying to provoke the whole group - I am here, what do you do to me?

Li Yun held the black dragon scale in the  and looked at it for a while, then flushed the water hole to move: "Send it to Senior Brother Zhang?"

Shuikeng Qiqi: "Why don't you go?"

Li Yun unreasonably stuffed the black dragon scale to her, with a stern face: "Go quickly, can you still be the senior brother? "

The puddle picked up the black dragon scales for no reason, flipped into the stone mustard seeds, and rushed straight in.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered, she looked at what she shouldn't have seen - Cheng Qian was lying on the eldest brother's legs without any shape. His body was either blood or stains, and there was also burnt place. The eldest brother who didn't wash it less often, and half-cryed, bent down without any grudges and kissed him between his eyebrows.

One leg stuck on the sill in the water puddle, neither moving forward nor retreat, and holding the black dragon scales in a swearing posture, stunned.

She thought: "I'm going to have needle holes... No, I'm going to be silenced!"

Yan Zhengming seemed to have gained the greatest support in the world. He looked up at Shuikeng almost calmly, and naturally lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

When Shuikeng touched his gaze, he trembled hard and blurted out: "I... I won't let Li Yun go even if I become a ghost!"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Shuikeng then came to his senses and quickly put down the black dragon scales: "Oh, no, the fourth senior brother asked me to bring them to you."
To be continued...