Master is here [Crossing Books]

The soft light of the night pearl in the dark secret room is almost dried up, like a flickering candle that can be turned into powder in an instant as long as the wind blows.

When she saw the magic thread disappear from Mu Yaoyao's neck with her own eyes, Yan Niang, who was stiff all over, let out a breath of foul air, but her legs couldn't withstand the terrible pressure, and she staggered backwards. Fairy Fuyue saw her Reach out to help.

There was a crisp sound of "啪———".

Yan Niang slammed Fuyue's hand away directly, and this palm hit Fuyue's back firmly.

The back of Fuyue's hand became red and swollen, she didn't look angry, but stared at Yanniang with a confused and perplexed look, her beautiful eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Yanyan, why did you hit me?"

"Heh." The anger in Yanniang's eyes was still there, she stood firm and looked at Fuyue with indignation.

"Don't say I hit you, I still want to kill you, why are you here to decide other people's fate with empty words! You are still dealing with that kind of thing."

Facing the enraged Yanniang, Fuyue didn't speak for a while, but stretched out her hand and turned Mu Yaoyao over, making her lie on all fours and sleep soundly.

"Yanyan." Fuyue lightly brushed her hand, and the redness and swelling that looked terrifying disappeared instantly, she raised her hand and shook it in front of Yanniang: "You should know that you can't hurt Mine, no, no one in this world can hurt me."

One of the most annoying things in the world is probably more irritating than the powerless feeling of punching cotton, which is still growing a mouth, and even mocking.

"Everything in the world has a definite number. Where there is yin, there is yang. All things complement each other to form a world of their own. Once there is an imbalance, I will naturally need to adjust it. You didn't know what came out of here just now."

"Isn't it... Mosi?" Yan Niang hesitated for a moment. Although she had merged with her thoughts when Fuyue tried to occupy her body, she knew that the other party had different thoughts and strange identities from ordinary people. Most of her memories are vague and incomplete, and she deliberately forgot, so she has only a half-knowledge about Mosi.

Fuyue's fingertips brushed over the mole on the back of Mu Yaoyao's neck, and she blinked playfully, "You only know about Mosi, and it's because of Lu Yuan and Yin Li, but I don't think about it. "Then he smiled lightly, "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you have never seen the 'Demon Race' either."

"Demons?" Yanniang's eyes were blank. She had read in old books that the so-called "Demons" were bloodthirsty and cannibals. They used to be a disaster in the cultivation world, but... Disappeared for thousands of years.

"That's right, the 'Demon Race' is the main purpose of my coming here, but don't you want to know what I did to create the 'Key'?"

Yan Niang's face was cold, she turned around quickly, and walked directly outside the secret room: "I don't want to."

Even if she heard it, it probably wouldn't be a good thing. It's better not to listen, lest she won't be able to sleep.

The more things are rejected, the more they want to show others. Sure enough, Fuyue's voice came immediately, Yanniang stepped faster, and only heard the short beginning.

"He should have known..."

The rain falling from the blue sky gradually dwindled, and it was about to stop in a blink of an eye.

Wu Yuan waved the pitiful little green pine and the spirit tiger was in full swing, and the excess spiritual power in his body was also vented, and he let out a series of comfortable laughs while fighting.

"Ah ha ha ha ----- you can't beat me, even you bastard wants to beat me! You're thinking of farting!" The tone was arrogant and full of posture.

The spirit tiger had already opened its mind, and after hearing his words, it snorted a few times neatly, flipped over to avoid Wu Yuan's menacing blow, pouted the tiger's buttocks by the way, and slapped Wu Yuan's head with its tail, To show strength.

There was a lot of noise over there, but it was surprisingly quiet here.

The scorching temperature of his palm made Yin Li both familiar and unfamiliar. At the moment when his skin touched him, he could almost hear his chest beating like thunder, his blood flow speeded up, his skin became hot, and it seemed that his whole body was rejoicing for this power.

This power is rich and abundant, the former Yin Li is very familiar with this, he comes and goes when he calls it, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

This is the spiritual power of the fairy world, which is continuously pouring into his flesh and blood, and then something unexpected appears in the originally empty sea of ​​consciousness.

A fragment of a scroll, half the size of a palm, with something written on it, and the thick and powerful spiritual power of the fairy world continuously floods the limbs and bones with every breath.

Can't be wrong, can't be wrong, Yin Li carefully examined the fragmented scroll in Zhihai, showing surprise.

When he first came to this world, there was hardly a day that he did not miss this thing. It was the same breath as the chief culprit who came to this world——the book sent by Lu Yuan.

He looked up at Qin Min'er who was still on the horse in astonishment. The other party was just the lord of a small sect in Yuqing City. How could there be such a thing that jumped out of this world?

After whispering, Yin Li took a breath and looked at Qin Min'er hopefully, "Where did you get this thing?"

Qin Min'er tilted her head and looked at him smiling brightly, "What is Mr. Yin talking about? Is it this hairpin?"

Hairpin?Where did the hairpin come from?

Yin Li spread his hands out in a daze, and a silver-encrusted jade hairpin in the shape of a butterfly and a flower pattern suddenly appeared in his empty hand.

The emerald jade is fine silver, the silver white and the lake green complement each other beautifully and uniquely, if not for the familiar breath flowing in his body, he would have thought that everything he saw just now was false.

"Give the hairpin to Mr. Yin. When I grow up in the future, Mr. Yin will come to marry me and put the hairpin on me with his own hands!"

The child's voice was immature and sweet, like a touch of soft and sweet syrup, and the tone was crisp and high-pitched, as if he was certain that Yin Li would do this, full of momentum.

After she finished speaking, a pair of watery eyes quickly looked around, then bent down, arched her body, raised her neck, and "baji" kissed Yin Li's face firmly, her movements were straightforward When, there is no time for people to react.

"Ah Sheng, little tiger, let's go!" Qin Min'er yelled at the people who were still nearby, and then raised the whip in his hand, and the horse screamed in response. The horse's hooves splashed a layer of muddy water, which was reflected by the sunlight after the rain Shine a layer of light.

Ah Sheng moved quickly, and naturally caught up with Qin Min'er, and Wu Yuan, who was in the midst of a battle with the spirit tiger, saw the spirit tiger that was wrestling with him spread its claws and ran out in the blink of an eye.

The back of Linghu running wildly was chic and handsome, even with a trace of relief, he didn't turn his head to look at Wu Yuan who had been beating with him for half an hour.

Only when he flicked his tail did he draw a red mark on Wu Yuan who was in place.

Wu Yuan's eyes widened, his canthus cracked open: "You guys are actually in the same group!"

Linghu didn't respond to him, and the two of them walked away quickly, leaving him alone with Xiao Qingsong hugged into a ball and weeping silently. It was obvious that he had fought so well just now, so he just walked away, which was too sad.

The hairpin in his hand was pulled away from behind by a slender hand, Lu Yuan gently twisted the hairpin, the expression on his face was bright and bright in contrast to his pale complexion.

"Master, this was given by the little girl who is the owner of the city just now."

Since Wu Yuan heard about the city lord and his master just now, Lu Yuan silently adjusted the address of Qin Miner to the city lord's little girl, emphasizing status on the one hand and age on the other.

In contrast, as an apprentice, he is much closer than the little girl of the city lord.

The little Jiujiu in this snack thought carefully, Yin Li naturally didn't understand, and he was still a little dazed when he got on the horse.

The fragments in the Consciousness Sea just lay quietly like that, unable to speak or move, but Yin Li had palpitations in his chest.

Looking back and seeing Lu Yuan holding the hairpin, Yin Li immediately took the hairpin away from Lu Yuan's hand without even thinking about it, and clenched it tightly in his hand.

Where did the fragments come from? Did it enter his body through the hairpin?That being the case, is it possible to return to the fairyland by using the fragmented scroll?

The patriarch Yin, who was not the Hengkunzong in the realm of comprehension, returned to the fairyland to continue to be the invincible Yin Xianzun.

"Master, is this hairpin so good?" It was the first time Lu Yuan was taken away by Yin Li, his expression remained unchanged, his eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and asked.

Yin Li was immersed in his chaotic thoughts and did not hear his words.

Lu Yuan's chest tightened when he thought of what Qin Min'er said when he left. It was obviously just a child's thing. Why did the master treasure it so much? Could it be that the owner of the hairpin is Yan Niang?

In the end, all the yearning he silently exerted was nothing compared to a woman's flamboyant and cheap hairpin, and that hairpin had nothing special about it.

He tried his best to maintain the relationship with the master, and he didn't dare to cross the threshold, but the child was able to speak out easily.

Things never go well in the world, and the way of heaven never goes smoothly.

Holding the hairpin, Yin Li had all sorts of questions lingering in his mind, remembering that he should have told Lu Yuan about this, after all, he was the one who got the book back then.

He hastily turned his head to explain to Lu Yuan, but he saw dark red floating in the indifferent black eyes of the other party, with a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were about to bleed.

This is the appearance of the unstable blood of the demons.

"Master, what's the matter?" Lu Yuan smiled brightly, and the back of the hand holding the rein was tightened behind his back, and the veins were exposed.

"No...it's nothing." Yin Li's face froze, and he swallowed the words on his lips for no reason, and stared into Lu Yuan's eyes.

"Use the requiem bell, your blood is not stable."

Lu Yuan clearly saw his own appearance appearing from Yin Li's light-colored pupils, those eyes reflected his unbearable and delusional thoughts, as if they were torturing him.

Then he shook his head slowly and firmly, and said softly.

"Master, I am fine, I have always been fine."