Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Zhao Xuehan didn't know how to fly.

He waved his hands feebly in the air, but couldn't grasp a reliable object.The sound of howling wind passed through his fingertips, and he felt all the blood on his face fade away, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Die again.

Looking at the rapidly approaching ground, he couldn't help but close his eyes, thinking desperately.

However, just when he felt that his head was about to splatter blood and splatter to pieces, suddenly a gust of fresh wind gushed out from his body and gently lifted him up.His body gradually changed from lying prone to standing upright. With the control of Qi in his body, he fell slowly, and finally stood firmly on the ground.It seemed that Zhao Xuehan didn't fall from a high altitude, but just jumped a few inches from the spot.

I don't know if this Demon Lord's body has some self-protection mechanism. Seeing that Zhao Xuehan was about to fall to his death, he automatically released some tricks to save his life.

Zhao Xuehan was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.His legs were so weak that he could hardly stand up, and he almost fell to his knees on the ground.However, the reality made him even have no chance to kneel.After Zhao Xuehan landed on the ground, Yan Ke quickly landed beside him, and now she is looking at him with a stern look on her face.

Zhao Xuehan was still in shock, and forced himself to stand on the ground.It might not be the right decision for him to come out with Yan Ke.

Then Yan Ke is probably not a stupid big man.He may have discovered that he is not the Demon Lord himself, and he brought himself out just to test.If in doubt, you can kill yourself at any time.This place is unfamiliar, and it is far away from the Demon Lord's lair, so it is the most convenient place to start.

I don't know how I performed when I landed at high altitude just now.Probably still good.If it's not good, now my head is gone.Zhao Xuehan thought anxiously, and at the same time glanced at the words beside Yan Ke's face.

At this time, the small characters in the line indicating his mental activity read "It's okay, nothing."

Zhao Xuehan vaguely felt that he had escaped a catastrophe.I was slightly relieved.He looked around and found himself and Yan Ke landed in a small forest.

The season seems to be in late autumn, and the surrounding air is a bit cold.The leaves of the trees were gone, the branches intertwined, dry and brittle.

Zhao Xuehan lightly stepped on the leaves on the ground with his feet, and looked up at Yan Ke. "Go..." He just wanted to signal Yan Ke to continue heading towards the village, but Yan Ke's eyes suddenly changed, and he quickly reached out to pull him to his side, then tightly covered his mouth with his hand, and turned sideways Hide behind the trunk of a big tree.

Yan Ke's hand was cold and hard, Zhao Xuehan felt like a stone was stuck to his face.When he was wondering what was going on, he heard the voices of several people coming from the tree behind him.

He turned his head to the side, just in time to see the figures of those people.These people are all wearing dark blue Taoist robes, with a clean demeanor, and they are probably immortal monks from some sect who came here to practice.They didn't find the whereabouts of Zhao Xuehan and Yan Ke, and they seemed to be just casually exchanging the progress of their practice.

I saw the head monk picked up a dead leaf on the ground, waved it lightly in the air twice, and then bounced towards a thick tree a few feet away.The leaf was inserted into the trunk with a swish like a blade.

"Awesome!" Several monks around applauded and cheered in response to the occasion.

"As expected of senior brother!" one of the monks praised, "You actually mastered the method of turning things into swords so quickly."

Zhao Xuehan squinted his eyes, and saw the inner activities next to the monk's head.It's a long line.

"It's just turning the leaves into blades. It's just so proud, and it's still showing off in front of us. What's there to show off, thinking we haven't seen it? Do you think we're stupid?"

Every time Yan Ke's inner activities are very simple, Zhao Xuehan thinks that this mind reading technique is a concise version, and he can't read too detailed inner activities.Only now did he realize that it wasn't the conciseness of mind reading, but the conciseness of the inner activities of the person beside him.It's even worse than his penny-pinching mouth.

The cultivator who demonstrated turning things into swords made a humble expression, and waved his hands again and again: "Where is it? If you practice more, you will quickly master it. I will show you another trick of using mind as a sword."

However, in his heart: "Hmph, you are stunned! This is the gap between you and me. If I don't know why I can't form the alchemy, you will be far behind! You still don't kneel down and call Dad!"

Immediately, the monk stood up straight, exhaled lightly, and then raised his hand and waved vigorously.There was a gust of wind, and an invisible force flashed by. On the tree closest to the monk, a thin branch was cut off and fell in response.

Zhao Xuehan's heart skipped a beat, this is somewhat similar to the eye surgery.

The brother of the cultivator stared dumbfounded for a while, and then said in surprise: "Senior brother can use sword energy directly so quickly! It really is a genius! The revival of our Jingming Sect is hopeful!"

In my heart: "Hehe, this is too weak. Senior brother, instead of stinking in front of us, why not think about yourself. Although it seems that there are fewer and fewer alchemy cultivators recently, but you have been practicing for so long and still can't form alchemy, brother." , it must be because the brain is as stupid as a donkey."

Although Zhao Xuehan felt that the plastic brotherhood of these monks was very funny, and wanted to watch it for a while, but Yan Ke didn't seem to have this plan.

"Let's go." He lowered his head and whispered in Zhao Xuehan's ear, then pushed his shoulder, and the two of them left the woods silently, and came to the road leading to the town beside the forest.

This place is already very close to the town, and the gathering places of green tile houses visible in sight are probably the villages that Yan Ke mentioned were infested with demon cultivators.However, the village looked calm and normal under the noon sun, without the slightest gloomy atmosphere, as if some demon cultivators had made trouble.

There are also a few people dressed as villagers coming and going on the small road.A young man in a Tsing Yi coat with the appearance of a buddy, carrying two full slop buckets, was walking towards him along the path step by step.

Zhao Xuehan walked behind Yan Ke silently, but his thoughts had already drifted thousands of miles away.He stared at the buddy swaying and swaying the unsprinkled bucket, and for some reason remembered the leaves that the monk had just caught in his hand.

How did the monk demonstrate the two tricks?The second trick is similar to the first eye technique, does it mean that this trick is not so difficult to learn?

Zhao Xuehan was thinking, while looking at the buddy's bucket absently.He saw that for some reason there was a day lily painted on the slop bucket, the color was elegant and very beautiful.Although it is in harmony with the color of the wooden boards of the hoop, when paired with swill, it makes people feel that the daylilies in this painting also have a sour taste.

The monks are not good enough, so they can only cut off the branches, Zhao Xuehan thought.If it was Yan Ke, it would be able to directly cut off the heads of several people.

what about me?Since I fell from the sky and landed safely, there must be a certain foundation.If I make moves like that monk, to what extent will it be?Can you just split this guy's barrel?

He stared at the barrel that was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help imitating the scene of a white gas coming out of his palm, splitting the barrel in front of him.

However, it was too late to say it, and just as the planks of the bucket were scattered and the swill was spilled all over the ground, a puff of air suddenly came out from between his fingers, and he ran straight towards the buddy's swill bucket.

The guy yelled "Ah", the body of the barrel burst open instantly, and the liquid inside was mixed in color and thin and thick, and then fell to the ground, and when it hit the ground, it scattered in all directions, splashing the guy all over.

The man was face to face with Yan Ke, and the swill would have splashed on Yan Ke too, but Yan Ke reacted extremely quickly. At the moment the barrel exploded, he gently drew a stroke with his finger, and an invisible wind wall opened, just separating the swill In the past, a clear dividing line between wet and dry was formed on the ground.

The guy shook his clothes and muttered curses.Naturally, he didn't know that it was Zhao Xuehan who did the trick, he just thought it was because the bucket hoop was not strong and broke after it had been used for a long time.

Zhao Xuehan felt very guilty. He didn't expect that he would actually split this guy's wooden barrel just by thinking about it.He watched the buddy jump out of the path, come back with a few piles of soil to bury the slop, kick the broken pieces of wood to the side of the road, pick up the piece of wood with daylilies painted on it, and want to throw it away again, but in the end it was that After wiping the dirty clothes, he tied the piece of wood around his waist, and left with the only remaining slop bucket in his hands.

Zhao Xuehan was just about to call the buddy to give him some compensation, but before he turned around, Yan Ke seemed to see his intentions.

"Don't worry about it." He stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Xuehan's arm and said in a low voice.

Seeing a pair of pitch-black and cold eyes staring at him closely, Zhao Xuehan felt his heart beating again.He was afraid that his unintentional attempt just now would make Yan Ke suspicious, and he remembered that he was penniless, so it would be useless to stop the buddy.So he pretended that nothing happened, straightened his face, and followed Yan Ke to the village.

The two were silent all the way.After entering the town, Yan Ke went straight to the inn in the town, skillfully took out some silver and opened a room.

When the clerk in the shop was taking the keys for the two, Zhao Xuehan smelled a sour smell wafting from the door.The guests sitting in the lobby covered their noses one after another, when he looked back, it was the guy who broke the slop bucket.With a look of embarrassment on his face, he walked in through the door with the only empty bucket left.

The boss's face darkened: "Wang Wu, what's the matter with you."

"The bucket broke halfway..." The guy named Wang Wu seemed to be very afraid of the boss, so he lowered his eyes and replied in a low voice.The boss was too lazy to listen to his explanation, so he waved his hand and told him to go to the back and change into new clothes.

"I can't take this clothes anymore. The barrel and Wang Wu's new clothes cost [-] cents, and it will be credited to his account." Seeing Wang Wu leaving the lobby angrily, the boss turned his head and said to the shopkeeper.

After the clerk finished keeping the account, he took the key and brought Yan Ke and Zhao Xuehan to the room.Although there were two people, Yan Ke only opened one room.

It was still a single room, with only one normal-sized bed.

The man put the prepared melons and fruits on the table in the room, then closed the door and said goodbye.

Zhao Xuehan stared at the bed, then secretly glanced at Yan Ke.Yan Ke lived in the residence of the Demon Lord and did not have his own bed, Zhao Xuehan vaguely guessed that this person might have an unusual relationship with the Demon Lord.But when he and Yan Ke were in the same room, in front of the same bed, and had to face this relationship directly, he felt fear again.

I don't know who is above and who is below, Zhao Xuehan and Yan Ke.He thought wildly.Judging by his poor physique, Zhao Xuehan should be the one below.But Bao Buqi Zhao Xuehan has superb skills and unique taste, can he show off his glory in front of Yan Ke?

But no matter whether it is above or below, being in bed with Yan Ke is a troublesome matter after all.Who knows what the specific situation of the two people is, and it will be difficult if they don't want to reveal their identities at that time.

Zhao Xuehan stared at the bed in a daze, and before he finished thinking about how to look like an old hand on the bed, he felt his collar being pulled.He was startled, and before he had time to react, Yan Ke pressed his shoulders and pressed him firmly against the wall.

Yan Ke's eyes turned light blue again, like the sky touching the horizon.Zhao Xuehan was so frightened that he jumped wildly, his mind was in chaos, and he didn't know what to say.

He looked at Yan Ke's eyes, there was nothing there.

He didn't even think about anything?

What to say when two people are close and one is pressed against a wall by the other with a blank mind?

Zhao Xuehan's calves were trembling, thinking in a daze.

Will it be a problem to say something like "Why are you so impatient", "My beauty makes you so impulsive", "You want to be passionate with me so soon", etc., it should be no problem.

Zhao Xuehan's mind is confused, and the thoughts in his head have gone astray.

"You..." Just as he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly felt Yan Ke's fingers pressed against his throat.The finger was hard and cold, and the pressure was extremely heavy. Zhao Xuehan's chaotic mind suddenly woke up, and cold sweat flowed down his body.

Could he be doubting whether I am the real Demon Lord?

Will it just kill me?

Yan Ke's fingers stuck to Zhao Xuehan's neck, rubbing the wound he cut in the Mozun's room a few times.Zhao Xuehan had goosebumps all over his body, but it was difficult to show it.He was afraid that Yan Ke's thin neck would be twisted off by Yan Ke's hand.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Xuehan pretended to be calm, and said while looking at Yan Ke coldly. "Let go."

Yan Ke was stunned when he heard Zhao Xuehan's words.His blue eyes flickered for a moment, then dropped.

"I'm sorry." A line of small characters appeared beside Yan Ke's eyes.

Zhao Xuehan's heart skipped a beat.

However, he didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and still stared at Yan Ke motionlessly.

Yan Ke lowered her head and never looked into Zhao Xuehan's eyes.He took out the cloth bag from the Mozun's room from his cuff, poured it lightly on his hand twice, then took Zhao Xuehan's hand, and put the things in his hand into Zhao Xuehan's palm.

Yan Ke's hand has never been warm or soft, like a rock.Zhao Xuehan looked down, and saw several taels of silver lying in his hand.

"Since we're here, let's go to the market." Yan Ke said in a low voice.He remained expressionless, but his voice was much softer.

"Buy some snacks that you like."