Men's Match Turnover Plan [Quick Transmigration]

This mirage bead is redder than a maple leaf, about the size of a palm. Shang Yan held the bead and turned it to the light. It was radiant and beautiful.

He raised his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on the maple branch, and Lianyan was still tightly wrapped around the branch, causing him to feel a sense of being wrapped.

"...Master, can you let Lianyan relax first, I have something urgent to do."

Yan Zun glanced at him, didn't speak, just got up and tore Lianyan off simply and rudely.

That's right, it's just bullshit. Shang Yan was terrified, afraid that Lianyan would break like this.

Lianyan felt aggrieved and consciously let go, being pinched by Yan Zun, she desperately wanted to fly towards Shang Yan.

It seems to be complaining.

Shang Yan laughed, "Hey, I have something to do, you should stay by yourself for a while."

Lianyan was really happy and flicked Aya, which turned into a red ring and stopped moving. The degree of eating inside and outside was jaw-dropping.

Yan Zun: "..."

"Master, what's wrong with your face?" Only then did Shang Yan discover that there were red marks on Yan Zun's face, which looked like they had been worn out by tree bark.

"It's okay." Yan Zun used the formula to eliminate the red marks, and flung out a heavy bomb lightly, "I feel the same with Lianyan, I will be hurt when it hurts, and for the same reason, I will feel the same when it touches anything."

Shang Yan petrified in place, his brain exploded with a bang, and he asked tremblingly, "What is the method of empathy? Could it be that the corresponding place of Lianyan also corresponds to the same part of your body?"

Yan Zun raised his lower eyelids, and looked over with a pair of deep pool-like pupils, which were shimmering, he smiled: "Naturally."

Shang Yan: "..."

If I remember correctly, he once washed Lianyan for a whole night, and his hands were sour.

Thinking about it now, isn't that part of Lianyan corresponding to...

Fuck!Fuck!He bet that the other party definitely said it on purpose.

Shang Yan moved his hands subconsciously, always feeling that there was something dirty, wishing he could wash it hundreds of times with clear spring water right away.

Even though he has stepped through thousands of horses and horses in his heart, Shang Yan's face is still calm, and he even put on a smile, "Then you have to keep an eye on it, so as not to accidentally fall into the stinky ditch."

Yan Zun had already seen the other party's reaction, raised his eyebrows and said: "It likes you the most, if it accidentally falls into it, I'm afraid it will pester you to wash it."

"..."

Shang Yan was suddenly angry, but he was so angry that he tasted a bit of sweetness strangely, his cheeks crept into a blush, and he turned around silently.

The leaves on the maple branch became brighter and brighter. He looked at it thoughtfully for a moment, and a light blue light appeared in the palm of his hand.

The mirage beads in his hand flew out and gradually merged with the maple branches in mid-air. It seemed to become the soil of the maple branches, nourishing the branches and leaves.

At the moment when the new natal spiritual weapon was refined, the surroundings suddenly turned into a fantasy world of pavilions and pavilions with Shang Yan's thoughts.

He turned into illusions to arouse people's emotions and desires, and these emotions would be absorbed by him to boost their cultivation. Just this moment, their cultivation directly soared to the stage of integration, which was only a hair's breadth away from the Mahayana.

And he has a strong intuition that as long as he is strong enough, the illusion created by him can be completely turned into reality.

A thought becomes a world.

"It seems that you have found your Dao and your natal spiritual weapon." Yan Zun's voice suddenly sounded behind him, "My side is ready, let's go."

Shang Yan received the natal spiritual weapon from Shanruliu, and the maple branch shrank into the mirage bead with a whoosh, and the mirage bead turned into a pearl-sized bead and fell on the end of his hair.

Since the time for each person to search for the natal spiritual artifact is different, they return to the Nameless Realm individually.

Shang Yan asked about Lu Shan when he left the ancient battlefield, Yan Zun only said that he had been taken away by Qing Zun, so he didn't ask any more questions, according to what he overheard, Lu Shan should be that Hao, since Qing Zun likes people, he must not Will be treated badly.

But this fact surprised him, after all, that guy Lu Shan looked so wretched, how could he have blue eyes?

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that a pale white egg was quietly attached to his clothes.

......

Moreover, Weicheng is a small city at the junction of humans, monsters and demons. In order to maintain a certain delicate balance, all magic techniques are forbidden in this city, and most ordinary people live in it.

Life on the street was full of turmoil, Shang Yan shuttled among the bustling crowd, his clothes were covered with dust, he was dusty all over his body, and he was complaining in his heart.

The matter started a month ago. After leaving the ancient battlefield, Yan Zun said that he would take him out to practice, so the two went east all the way.

It's nothing more than not allowing him to use the flying magic weapon, but he is not even allowed to use the magic spell, and he only relies on his legs to move forward, which is called training his mind.

In his current state, he would neither be hungry nor tired, but walking continuously, and his body was covered with dust, it was inevitable that he would be irritable.

Seeing this, Yan Zun tugged at his hand, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "There is an inn in front, let's rest here tonight."

The light breath sprayed in the ears, bringing a numbness, Shang Yan's eyes paused on the interlocking hands of the two, and Zi Jinqie Weicheng Yanzun took his hand, euphemistically called for Avoid getting separated.

Ah!Who believes it?

If it wasn't for the wonderful touch of the other party's hand like suet jade, he would definitely shake it off.

"Okay." He tilted his head slightly, "You can transmit the sound, there is no need to talk so close."

Yan Zun moved closer again, "Did you forget that you can't use spells?"

"......understood."

While speaking, a certain part of the calf became hot. It has been like this from time to time since he left the ancient battlefield. It has become more and more frequent recently. Shang Yan frowned and quickened his pace.

When entering the inn, Shang Yan said decisively: "Boss, come to two guest rooms."

Yan Zun glanced at him with a half-smile, with a sharp look in his eyes, he smiled and didn't say anything.

As soon as he entered the room, Shang Yan immediately locked the doors and windows, and then let out a sharp breath. He used a cleaning technique to clean his body, and carefully checked whether there was any contamination on his calf.

"Obviously there is nothing, is it an illusion?" After whispering a few words, he put this matter behind him and went to meditate on his own.

Ever since that mysterious person appeared in his mind, Shang Yan hadn't slept. He always felt that if he really fell into a dream, something would be completely different.

But some things cannot be avoided by procrastination. When the familiar white mist spread before his eyes again, he knew that he couldn't avoid it.

He was very sure that he would never fall asleep due to exhaustion, so this time and the last time must be the hands and feet of the mysterious person.

"Get out of here! What kind of a hero is he who hides his head and shows his tail? If you have the ability to come out and fight, don't just hide in a dark corner like a mouse." The tone was sarcasm.

"What? Are you afraid you won't be able to beat me? Don't worry, the result is doomed. Today next year will be your memorial day, and I will go to burn incense for you."

"..." Shang Yan said countless sarcasm again, and every sentence went too far.

Half an hour passed, and there was still no movement. It seemed that the general had failed.

Shang Yan pursed his lower lip, he didn't want to bother with that effort at all, he closed his eyes slightly, and began to practice quietly.

I don't know how long it took, there was a faint sound from a distance, near and far, high and low, Shang Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like lightning.

Shang Yan walked towards the source of the sound, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed. In the blink of an eye, he was already in an extremely luxurious palace. The colors here were mainly red and white, and the candlelight was extremely dim. His mouth suddenly felt dry.

Looking forward, there is a large bed in the center of the hall that can accommodate seven or eight people. The bed is surrounded by red tulle, and the specific situation inside cannot be seen clearly, only two figures intertwined like snakes can be vaguely seen.

The ambiguous voice drifted into Shang Yan's ears with the wind. The voice was somewhat familiar, and he froze, as if nailed in place.

Qi and blood surged up all over his body, his body seemed to be roasted by a raging fire, his chest heaved rapidly, Shang Yan's Adam's apple rolled several times, and his fists were clenched and released.

He was afraid of seeing the scene inside, but he was inexplicably looking forward to it.

Finally anticipation defeated fear, he walked forward slowly, took a deep breath, and lifted the tulle at the slowest speed in his life.

After a glimpse, the two figures were clearly him and Shizun.

Just like a landslide, just one glance is enough to make all the fortresses he built disappear overnight, and the string of reason is suddenly broken.

All his mind and soul were absorbed into it like a magnet, and he couldn't break free. At some point, he had merged into it and became one of that figure.

Fear has long since been left behind.

The two are lingering, wishing they could deliver everything.

There were large beads of sweat on his forehead, and Shang Yan woke up from his sleep. Before he could figure out the situation, the burning sensation on his calf almost made him cry out in pain.

Looking closely, a pearl-sized egg suddenly appeared on the hem of his clothes, emitting a faint white light.

The radiance became more and more intense, until there was a sound like a cracking eggshell, and a crystal clear creature flew out from it.

Its whole body seems to be casted by gemstones of various colors, a pair of big eyes are still double pupils, they are so cute, and the wings are fiery red, which is so cute.

As soon as the little guy hatched, he immediately said pleasantly: [Sub, host, you finally found me. 】

The words were not clear, but Shang Yan could barely understand. For some reason, this creature looked cute, and he always felt that its shape seemed to resemble a certain species.

Before he could ask a question, the creature's eyes were full of disbelief, [You, you are too useless, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the progress is only at this point? 】The system is heartbroken.

Shang Yan: "..."

"What happened? Why is there such a big commotion?" Yan Zun's voice came from outside the door.

Shang Yan felt guilty all of a sudden, and almost had a cardiac arrest. He didn't need to look at him to know that there were weird things on his pants and on the bed, and there was an indescribable smell in the air.

Recalling the scene in the dream, he suddenly understood, his face flushed red.

Yan Zun outside the door didn't hear any reply, thinking that something happened to Shang Yan, his eyes turned cold, and he broke into the door directly.

"My, my God, don't come in." Suddenly, Shang Yan quickly pulled the quilt to cover his lower body and the creature.

The poor system just woke up, and was knocked unconscious by this blow.

The author has something to say: Keke, the system has come out, it seems that the third world wrote that it is a fly.

At first, it was determined to be a cute little creature, but at that time, I always encountered flies when I ate takeaway for a few days, and the system was determined to be a fly when I was sad and angry.

The hole I dug myself, I have to fill it up when I cry, I can only make it look as cute as possible cough cough.