To Raise a Soul

Yin Yan's gaze fell on his slightly parted lips, and he suddenly moved his hand forward, feeding the balls into it.

The emerald green balls melted in the mouth, and a faint scent of medicine and plants melted in the mouth. Yu Zhen shut up reflexively, and pressed Yin Yan's fingers between his lips before he could remove them.

The two paused together and looked up at each other.

Puff, puff, puff.

I don't know whose heartbeat was clattering wildly in my ears, Yu Zhen leaned back suddenly, pursed her lips and stared at Yin Yan with wide eyes, speechless.

Yin Yan withdrew his hand, his expression was still calm, as if nothing had happened just now, he even tidied up his sleeves leisurely, leaned back a little and leaned on the back of the sofa, and said, "Don't be afraid, it's just the lowest-level Yangxin Pill. Can calm down."

The pounding heartbeat in his ear quickly faded away, as if everything just now was just his illusion.

Yu Zhen raised his hand to touch his chest, and found that the heart showed no signs of beating wildly. He pressed it suspiciously, and the tense nerves were quickly melted away by the effect of Yangxin Pill, which attracted his attention.

"Yangxin Pill?" He put down his hand, moved a little closer to Yin Yan, his eyes fell on his hand curiously, and asked, "Where did you take it out? Is it magic?"

Yin Yan raised his hand again, and Yu Zhen leaned back reflexively. After realizing it, he froze in embarrassment. He raised his eyes to take a careful look at Yin Yan's still expressionless face, tilted his head and coughed, and silently moved his body back.

"You said, I, I was quite surprised just now, yes, quite surprised, and I didn't mean to hide from you, really."

There is no silver 300 taels like a textbook here.

Yin Yan waited for him to get close, raised his hand and flicked his forehead, then spread out his palm, turned it over, with the back of his hand facing up, and replied: "Yangxin Pill comes from my mustard space, which exists in my sea of ​​consciousness. , the key to get in and out is the ring on our hand."

Yu Zhen was taken aback by his forehead-knocking action as if an adult was teaching a child, and then digested his words with difficulty, and was immediately dumbfounded.

"Rings on our hands? Us?"

He stretched out his hand wearing the ring, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he suddenly felt that the ring on his hand was burning hot.

"You and I are connected by destiny, and we are both remnant souls. If I want to restart my sea of ​​consciousness, I can only use the method of contract token."

Yin Yan held his hand, his palm was hot, as if there was power flowing: "You have touched ghosts twice, and the power you have accumulated is finally enough to open my sea of ​​consciousness, but the mustard space is special, and with your current strength of soul and body, it is not enough to open my sea of ​​consciousness." It was successfully opened and used, so it can only be like this for the time being.”

The slightly hot feeling slowly disappeared, replaced by a strange sense of traction in my heart.

Yin Yan moved his hand away, and with a "poof", a small white furry animal the size of a palm appeared in Yu Zhen's palm.

Yu Zhen's eyes widened, and his outstretched hands froze.

"This is the world spirit of the mustard space. If I'm not by your side, you can call it if you want."

Yin Yan explained that he tapped his finger on the head of the small animal curled up into a ball, then withdrew his hand and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

After the light tap, the animal's body that had been curled up into a ball moved, and its small paws stepped on Yu Zhen's palm, then stretched out its body and stretched its waist, stood up and looked up at Yu Zhen, and opened its mouth: "Meow~ "

Yu Zhen slapped Panasonic in one breath, and looked at the kitten, which was only the size of his palm even if it stretched out, and asked doubtfully, "Cat?" It was still a milk cat that couldn't be smaller.

"It just turned into the appearance of a domestic cat. Its body is a tower named nothingness."

nothingness.

Yu Zhen recited this neutral and domineering name silently in her heart, and then looked at the cute and cute white milk cat in her hand. She really couldn't call this name against her conscience, and couldn't suppress her love for cute things in her heart. Gently rubbed its head, looked at its dark pupils, and asked in a soft voice: "Then I will call you Xiaowu from now on, do you agree?"

Wu Wu, who has been sleeping for many years, has degenerated into his original ignorant appearance because of his master's great loss of strength and incomplete soul. Hearing this, he tilted his head, stepped on his palm, lowered his head and sniffed his scent, and behaved very docilely and obediently. He squatted down and flicked his tail lightly: "Meow~"

"Then I will take it as your consent."

Yu Zhen rarely showed a very obvious happy smile. Just as she was about to hold it in her arms, there was a sudden knock on the door of the lounge. Then, with a flick of her hand and a hot ring, the cat in her palm disappeared.

Yin Yan held his empty hand at the right time, pinched him lightly to stop his low cry that was about to come out, and said to the door: "Please come in."

It is easy to do things with contacts, and in less than half an hour, Yin Yan changed from a poor and white remnant soul to a super rich remnant soul.

After confirming the transfer information, Yin Yan took Yu Zhen out of the jewelry store and was escorted by the person in charge of the jewelry store. He went directly to the men's clothing store on the fourth floor and chose a simple style shop to enter.

"You want to buy clothes?"

Yu Zhen managed to stabilize his tone, hypnotized himself that he didn't see the terrible prices on those clothes tags, and asked with a "calm" face.

"Ah."

Yin Yan nodded, glanced across the shelves, pointed to one of the white sweaters, and said to the shopping guide quietly waiting at a polite distance: "This one, his size, thank you."

"Wait a moment." The shopping guide stepped forward immediately, and did not stare at the customer too rashly, so he did not notice Yu Zhen's suddenly widening eyes.

Yin Yan seemed to have eyes behind his back, turned his head at the right time and blocked Yu Zhen's refusal with his eyes, and said naturally: "All your clothes have been buried under the ruins, and you need to buy new ones."

"But you don't need to buy this..."

"Yes." Yin Yan interrupted him, then casually pointed to a plain shirt for the shopping guide to pick up the size, then walked to Yu Zhen's side, and said in a low voice: "The Yin family's business in City B is very big, Now I am Yin Yan, you are Yin Yan's partner, what we wear is not clothes, but the face of the Yin family."

"..."

Yu Zhen remembered that when Qiu Feiqian made a move, it was a meeting gift in units of [-], so he swallowed his refusal, and when the shopping guide came back with the clothes, he reached out and took the clothes and went into the dressing room.

Shirts, sweaters, cashmere jackets, trousers, shoes, belts... The old clothes were taken off one by one, and the new clothes fit one by one. Yu Zhen was like a pearl that had been washed from the dust. It revealed its original brilliance.

Without the cover of those oversized, old-fashioned and bloated cotton clothes, his figure finally became clear.

A well-proportioned but slightly thin body between a teenager and a young man, slender limbs, beautiful shoulder and neck lines, and a beautifully curved neck... All these details that were previously covered by the bloated cotton clothes were exposed. When he turned slightly sideways At that time, the line extending from the jaw to the neck to the shoulders was so perfect that one couldn't help but want to hug it.

But Yin Yan took a step back, which was still a big step.

Yu Zhen who just turned his head to see this scene: "..."

He moved his neck uncomfortably, and stopped looking at himself in the mirror.

Without the protection of the stand-up collar of the padded jacket, he always felt the chill on his half-exposed neck, and he wished he could pull up the collar of his shirt.

"Is it strange?" He looked at Yin Yan and asked in a low voice, then reached out and tugged on the cuff of his coat.

Yin Yan came back to his senses, although no one noticed that he had lost his mind just now.

He didn't answer Yu Zhen's words, but looked sideways at the shopping guide who was waiting quietly, and said, "I need all of these, and bring me a scarf, it should be softer."

The shopping guide nodded and turned to pick up the scarf, while Yu Zhen couldn't help approaching Yin Yan, who then took another step back.

"...Do I have germs on my body?" Yu Zhen stopped and asked numbly.

Yin Yan shifted his gaze fixed on his neck to his face, and then to his head, and answered the wrong question: "It's not so close."

Yu Zhen responded in silence, silently sending out signs of depression and anger.

The shopping guide came back with a scarf, camel color, made of wool, very soft and thick.

Yin Yan took the scarf, and finally was willing to get closer, stepped forward and wrapped the scarf around his head, covering his neck and most of his face before stopping, then patted his head lightly, turned around Follow the shopping guide to check out.

A slight itching and numbness rose in his heart for a short time, but Yu Zhen didn't have time to pay attention to it. At this time, his attention was all on the scarf that was wrapped around him, and he was in a hurry to save his nose from being surrounded by the scarf. come out.

When he breathed fresh air again, the instigator who just made him angry had already run away, and the tingling feeling in his heart also disappeared.

"Always say things that people don't understand..."

He frowned and muttered in a low voice. After realizing that he was complaining, he froze for a moment, touched the soft scarf around his neck, lowered his head, and buried most of his face in it again.

After shopping for clothes, Yin Yan kept a polite distance of two steps away from Yu Zhen, and led him into a high-end barbershop on the next floor.

"Fix his missing bangs."

After Yin Yan finished talking to the hair stylist, he walked to the side and sat down on the sofa, took a magazine and started flipping through it.

Yu Zhen glanced sideways at his calm, almost indifferent side face, sat down on the chair with a sullen face, and said to the hairstylist, "I want to shave my head."

"Buddhist cultivators need to shave their heads." Yin Yan said calmly without raising his head, "The Yin family doesn't like bald heads, and neither do I."

"..."

What if I want to shave it even more!

Yu Zhen glanced at the bewildered hair stylist, swallowed back the sudden arrogance, and said thoughtfully, "Then... shave a decent size, and you can play freely."

The hair stylist was silent when he heard the words, looked back and forth at the two of them, decisively swept out the word "board size" which was an insult to his aesthetics and skills, and selectively listened to the words "free play".

He smiled reservedly, observed Yu Zhen's facial features, his eyes lit up, and he paid attention.

After two full hours of trimming, trimming, blow drying, and ironing, Yu Zhen was finally lifted from the chair by the very domineering hairstylist at work.

In the mirror, he still has black hair. There is no messy curl or dyed color. His hair looks fresher and fluffier than before, and it looks easy to touch and knead.

The bangs have been completely trimmed to reveal the forehead, and the hair on the sideburns has also been trimmed. The overall hair has been shortened a lot, highlighting the facial features, especially the eyebrows and eyes.

In short, it is very good-looking, eye-catching and good-looking, but it is not very deliberate, and it looks very natural and everyday.

"Thank you for your hard work."

At some point, Yin Yan put down the magazine and stood behind him. With a raised hand, he covered the hairstyle he just made, then took out the scarf he took off before, and covered his head again, revealing his beautiful facial features All surrounded in.

Yu Zhen whose sight was completely blocked by the scarf: "..."

Is his face so ugly?My heart started to itch again, probably because I wanted to hit someone.