Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

...Do you want to try double cultivation?

With Lin Lingqing's soft and gentle words, Fang Zhiyuan only felt an evil fire on his head, and the blood all over his body was ignited.

He wrapped his arms around the slender waist in his arms, and the scorching breath seemed to suppress a hungry beast. He endured it for a long time, but what came out of his mouth was: "You think I don't want to!?"

Fang Zhiyuan bitterly said bitterly: "You are now... like this! Can I do it!?"

... There is nothing wrong with that.After all, the current shell, the demon king is nineteen years old, but just looking at the appearance, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, which is enough to be called a boy.

However, this little boy had such a slender and exquisite body and appearance, as if carved out of snow porcelain, as if it would crumble if he rubbed it hard.

In the fairy world, there are actually quite a few teenagers and girls who have been working as cauldron furnaces at the age of fourteen or five, and some big shots are just so tender.But as far as Fang Zhiyuan is concerned... in the face of this young senior brother, he is really reluctant to do anything that crosses the line.

Lin Lingqing couldn't help laughing badly, and the big characters "I knew it would be like this" were clearly written in the corners of his eyes.

"...Brother," Fang Zhiyuan kissed him with itchy teeth for a while, licked Lin Lingqing's earlobe, and said as if ordering, "You, grow up."

Lin Lingqing looked at him with a smile and thought, "It's so cute."

No matter how fierce his face is, once he thinks that Ah Yuan is willingly calling "Senior Brother" to himself at the same age, he will immediately appear to be obedient.

...Speaking of which, when was the first time Fang Zhiyuan called his senior brother?

Seeing that Lin Lingqing was lost in thought at this moment, Fang Zhiyuan rubbed his chin against him in dissatisfaction: "Hurry up."

"Don't be impatient, I won't run away." Lin Ling gave the man a loose push.Secretly transporting spiritual energy to travel through the meridians, the young man's body gradually stretched, becoming more flexible and slender.

In a blink of an eye, the handsome demon king who was already an adult was lying on the bed, his black hair was falling like a waterfall, and his thin clothes were half-opened. From the delicate Adam's apple to the flat lower abdomen, the white muscles loomed along the curve of the curve.

Lin Mojun's phoenix eyes were half-opened, his voice was as clear as jade knocking, with a few hints of indistinct teasing: "How? Fang Xianshou... But you want to be like this?"

His eyes were clouded, his ivory fingers tugged down on the skirt of his clothes, and he raised his eyebrows frankly, "Please."

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When was the first time Fang Zhiyuan called his senior brother?

Back then, Lin Lingqing originally wanted to call him "Brother Qing'er" or "Brother" like Yu Hongtang.

It's a pity that Fang Zhiyuan refused to obey, and he was not even willing to talk to him properly.

Later, when he established his sect Xuyun, he finally had an excuse, and happily asked Fang Zhiyuan to call "Senior Brother" to listen, but Fang Zhiyuan still refused.

At that time, Lin Lingqing often went to play outside Taiqing Island, one was to cleanse his mind, and the other was to find opportunities in the world of mortals to break his demons.

He couldn't stand Fang Zhiyuan's self-abuse and autism every day, so he dragged him to leave the island together.

Fang Zhiyuan was extremely resistant at first, because once the Yin Yao was attracted to a crowded place, the situation would easily get out of control. They fought and fought several times before Lin Lingqing dragged this little evil star out for a walk.

They were careful the first few times and nothing went wrong.

There was only one time when he really recruited Yin Yao and caused chaos.

It was a small town on the edge of Qizhou. It was not very prosperous, but it had a fairy name because it was the only fairy school that opened a branch in the common world—Shisong Academy, and there was one here.

There are a few low-level monks in the entraining period living in the city, which can be regarded as the intersection of the mortal world and the fairy world.They buy some things here, and then put them in Qiankun bags and bring them back to the island.

It was an afternoon, and they had already bought most of their daily necessities, and they only had the leisure to wander around and look at the gadgets.

Lin Lingqing just left for a while by chance, and Yin Yao happened to come at this time.

Dark clouds cover, the sun dimmed.For such a small town, the Yin Demon is a terrifying disaster enough to slaughter the entire city.

The land with a radius of more than ten miles suddenly fell into panic and chaos.Crying, screaming, pushing and running countless people.

"Run, run, everyone!"

"Niang, Dad!! Whoa... Where are you..."

"Quick, hurry up and invite the fairy family of the academy—"

"It's too late, it's too late..."

The common people hid in one place shyly, and someone cried out: "It's been fine for a hundred years, but we are protected by the fairy gate here, how could there be evil things attacking!?"

"It's a person with a Yin body!"

The one who spoke was a solidly built man in armor.This person is a rare foundation builder in the city, and he said angrily: "These filth actually came to our city..."

Immediately, as if they had found the backbone, the people shouted in surprise, "The city lord is here" and saluted one after another.

The armored man revered as the city lord drew his longbow from his back, squinted his eyes and aimed at the black-clothed boy who was fighting and retreating in the middle of the chaos.

"Don't panic, after getting rid of the Yin body, the Yin demon will disperse!"

The cold arrow aimed at the back of the boy in black.

... After a little hesitation, he put it down again.

The guard sergeant shook his head unwillingly: "No, it's too far away."

The city lord punched the wall beside him angrily. At this distance, he might not be able to aim correctly.

Someone panicked: "Well, what about that..."

"..."

The city lord was silent, knowing that if he didn't make a quick decision and let the people with Yin physique flee in the city, the Yin demon would definitely destroy the small city...

He turned his head and took a deep look at the terrified faces of the townspeople, and resolutely jumped out from behind the cover, rushing into the smoke and dust of the melee.

A woman covered her face and wept bitterly: "Husband, don't go—"

The people were all shocked: "The city lord!!"

"The city lord can't do it!!"

The city lord roared and ran, suddenly bent his bow and set his arrows.

The sharp arrow suddenly turned into a cold light——

……

Fang Zhiyuan wanted to take the Yin Yao out of the city.

In terms of cultivation, he is only in the realm of foundation building; but when it comes to his instant intuition and judgment in the face of sudden crises, even Lin Lingqing would be ashamed of himself.

When the dark cloud of Yin Qi rushed over, Fang Zhiyuan judged the fastest route out of the city almost instantly.

He knew that he had a unique physique, as long as he left the city, the Yin Yao would follow him, and the people in the city who had little cultivation would not be harmed at all.

In the outskirts where no one is around, he can slowly fight against the Yin Yao.

This calm thought, and the smooth sword technique when fighting the Yin Yao, were all shattered under the cold light that suddenly passed before his eyes.

In an instant, blood burst out of his body.

The arrow shot by the cultivator Foundation Establishment pierced through the young man's thin right arm with terrifying force, and directly nailed Fang Zhiyuan to the wall behind him! !

"Cough...!" His back slammed against the wall hard, Fang Zhiyuan's eyes turned black, his right arm convulsed from the pain, and the long knife was released from his hand!

In the shaky field of vision, the figure of a tall man with a bow and arrow a few steps away from the smoke and dust, and the shadow of a demon floating beside him were vaguely reflected.

Fang Zhiyuan trembled in pain, and cursed in a low voice: "Idiot...!!"

"Yin body," the man glared, as if he had put life and death aside, he took the arrow and drew the bow again, "Die!!"

——Fang Zhiyuan didn't hesitate at the moment.

He didn't even have the emotional disturbance of fear, pain, and sorrow that he should have when he was suddenly attacked and killed.

"—!!"

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly lowered his head and opened his mouth, biting the arrow shaft with his teeth, at the same time hooked his toes, and the long knife fell into the palm of his left hand.

There was a crisp "crack", the front end of the feathered arrow shaft had been bitten off, the young man bent his knees, and kicked the wall with his right foot!

The shadow was cast, and the sharp teeth of Yin Yao were already hanging above his head.The next moment the city lord will be torn in half, and the next moment it will be the bane star himself.

Accompanied by the loud bang that half the wall collapsed, the aura raged——

Fang Zhiyuan held a knife in his left hand.The sudden burst of momentum caused his right arm to tear apart the flesh and blood, and it pierced through the arrow shaft on the wall, and the blood splashed again.

Pulling out the arrow to get out of trouble, changing the knife in hand, and rushing out to meet the enemy, all of this is almost done in an instant...in the most cruel way to oneself.

When passing over the head of the astonished city lord, Fang Zhiyuan slashed fiercely with his backhand.

The back of the knife slammed on the man's back, mercilessly, smashing almost the whole body of the city lord into the cracked ground! !

Fang Zhiyuan didn't stop.

Then he stepped on the foot, and the tip of the knife swung forward.

Clang! ! ——

The pitch-black long knife hit the Yin Yao's sharp teeth.

The pressure suddenly sank, and cracks spread under his feet.

The strength of one arm could not compete with Yin Yao at all, Fang Zhiyuan could only hold the knife with both hands, the blood gushed out of his right arm, and half of his body was almost wet with blood.

Time seems to freeze here.

The 12-year-old boy covered in blood, dressed in black and with a black knife, was in a terrible state of distress.

In front of him is the Yin Yao who can tear him apart with one bite; behind him is an adult man who fell to the ground and just shot him with an arrow; all around are the streets of a small town that has been destroyed by the Yin Yao .

"cough……"

Dark blood gushed out from the corner of the boy's lips one after another.

There was a huge recoil force from the hand, and the right arm was almost torn apart in severe pain like an explosion, and the coldness of Yin Qi invaded the body...

There was a sharp sound in the ears, and there seemed to be mortals screaming in the distance; the internal organs twitched, and the hot and fishy things in the throat kept rolling.

The blood was still flowing crazily, and the soil under his feet seemed to be wet.

Can't go back.

You can't retreat, one step back is death.

Yin Yao's stinky sharp teeth had already pushed to the side of his neck, Fang Zhiyuan didn't realize it, the veins on the back of his hands popped up, he clenched his teeth, and refused to take a step back.

Under the sweaty eyelashes, his pupils shone fiercely like a lone wolf.

Suddenly the wind of the sword sounded, and the snow light flashed in front of my eyes!

The huge force in hand suddenly disappeared, Fang Zhiyuan collapsed for a while, his chest was so stuffy that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

After he was split in two in an instant and gradually dissipated, he saw Lin Lingqing falling from the sky.

A faint exclamation sounded in the distance of the small town.

Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes for a moment, unwilling to admit that he would actually feel at ease when he saw that snow-colored figure...

"Ah Yuan, don't move!"

The handle of the knife slipped from between the fingers, and when he realized it, the big acupoint on his right arm had been tapped one after another by Lin Lingqing, the pure spiritual energy was poured in, and the blood stopped flowing.

Fang Zhiyuan gasped for breath, his consciousness was sometimes hazy and sometimes clear, his expression was cloudy and uncertain, "You..."

Lin Lingqing hugged him, his face was as cold as ice: "It's okay, it's my fault for being late... Don't talk, you have lost too much blood, first run the spiritual energy to adjust your breath."

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded not far away.The people who were still in shock, helped each other, and came out from behind the bunker in panic.

The wife of the city lord rushed to the front, with tears streaming down her face: "Husband——"

... at this very moment.

A certain kind of extremely dangerous dark light rushed across the cold eyebrows of the little fairy in white like black lightning.

Lin Lingqing's fingers hidden in his sleeves tensed slightly, and his gaze swept to the city lord who was lying on the ground and moaning in pain, and the hard bow that broke at some point.

In fact, his rationality was already gone when he saw that scene from a distance.

But he was afraid of frightening his star, so he had no choice but to restrain the rage and killing intent all over his body, and first helped Fang Zhiyuan, who was bleeding, pale and panting, to sit aside.