Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

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When this little bastard was about to die, what he was thinking about in his mind was not to get divorced...

"..."

Lin Lingqing's temples jumped until his eyes turned black.

He was too cold to have the strength to get angry, and it was impossible to really kick the seriously injured Fang Zhiyuan into the water, so he had to hold his breath in his chest and said: "...No, we will not get along."

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes sparkled slightly: "Really?"

Lin Lingqing: "...shut up."

So Fang Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Lang Qingqing hurt him, and he wouldn't really take him since he was a child. He scolded two words at most, and it didn't matter.

The only difference from before is that they just got married.Therefore, the most serious consequence that Fang Zhiyuan could imagine for "making senior brother angry" would be getting divorced...

If you promise not to leave, then you can say anything.

The outline of the rocks on the bank was already within reach, Lin Lingqing supported Fang Zhiyuan's body again, and said angrily: "If you still have the strength to talk nonsense, go up by yourself."

In fact, he knew very well that this person was seriously injured, but he just said it casually in a fit of anger.Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyuan actually got up from his shoulders when he heard the words, clasped his five fingers on a protruding rock on the bank to catch his strength, and landed on the bank with a crash.

Lin Lingqing was stunned instead, she really couldn't stop her...

Fang Zhiyuan frowned and coughed twice, with a pale face, bent down and reached out to grab him, "The water is cold, hurry up..."

Lin Lingqing pushed his hand away, climbed up to the river bank by himself, sucked in a light breath and curled up on the ground, pulling the tassel knot on the fur with his trembling fingers.

He really couldn't bear the cold, and wanted to take off the cold and soaking robe.

"do not."

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly hugged him from behind, and the scorching aura immediately enveloped the two of them, "Be patient, that's it."

"You...!" Lin Lingqing was taken aback, and wanted to push away reflexively, "If you are injured like this, you still consume aura, do you want to die? You are not allowed to reconcile me, are you trying to make me a widow?"

Fang Zhiyuan smiled silently when he heard the words, but tightened his arms and said hoarsely: "Oh, no..."

He buried his chin on Lin Lingqing's shoulder tiredly, his eyelids drooped, "No, the injury is not serious...I'll be fine after I rest..."

Lin Lingqing was terrified, afraid that Fang Zhiyuan would lose his strength and pass out, and while picking up the pill from the Qiankun bag, he was talking to him.

Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes, and hummed softly in response.When Lin Lingqing hugged him into his arms and fed him the medicine, he rarely swallowed it obediently.

Lin Lingqing had no expression on her face, but her lips were always tight, and her fingers were trembling slightly when she was pinching the porcelain pill bottle.

Of course he wouldn't be so naive as to say "the injury is not serious" to Fang Zhiyuan and really believe that his injury is not serious.

Before and after, Zhiyuan took at least seven or eight injuries for him.Especially the very first space explosion, which exploded suddenly behind him... This is the cursed star that he has been used to since he was a child, and he can still fight after taking this kind of damage.

"Master."

Fang Zhiyuan opened his eyes at some point, and tugged at his sleeve, "It's really fine, don't worry... I'll be fine after a night of sleep, let's go find someone else tomorrow, huh?"

Only then did Lin Lingqing suddenly realize that the surroundings had darkened, and it was going to be night.This small fantasy world seems to be a rare high-level space, and there is actually a change of day and night inside.

He had no intention of wrangling with this inhuman little misfortune, so he helped Fang Zhiyuan lie on his lap, then took off the dry fur coat on his body and wrapped it around him: "Let's rest."

Fang Zhiyuan didn't want his clothes, so he reached out to push them away.Lin Lingqing persuaded patiently: "Don't make trouble, I'm not cold anymore."

Fang Zhiyuan smiled vainly, and the soft voice dissipated as soon as the wind blew: "But I'm afraid you're cold...I'm so afraid that I can't stand it."

"..."

This night, Lin Lingqing didn't dare to sleep.He touched Fang Zhiyuan's neck with his fingers, counted his pulse, pinched the spiritual flow, and sat like this all night.

In the middle of the night, Fang Zhiyuan's breath really weakened, and he quickly woke him up.

At that time, Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were out of focus, and his consciousness was a little blurred. Lin Lingqing chewed up the elixir and fed it to him mouth to mouth. Half an hour later, he spasmed and coughed up some blood, and fell into a deep sleep again.

... This guy, when he was awake, tried every means to force himself in front of him, and he could only see that he was still seriously injured after he fell asleep.

Lin Lingqing hugged Fang Zhiyuan in a daze, and looked up at the sky, until the ground in the distance revealed a fish belly, illuminating the pale pink clouds in the small fantasy world.

Shrubs with slender leaves grow on the banks of the river, swaying with the breeze.

Lin Lingqing took advantage of the rich aura of heaven and earth in the small fantasy world to adjust his breath and breath, thinking about what to do next.

Entering the Little Illusion Realm is the practice after Jingui's test. Those who can enter are all heroes who are responsible for the future of the Immortal Realm. In so many sessions, I have never heard of a space turbulence error.

However, there was a sudden change in the Golden Gate at this time, and Lin Lingqing secretly had a bad guess, fearing that it might be related to those golden-eyed strangers again.

That group... the golden-eyed people who appeared here without warning more than a hundred years after the celestial calamity came, and wantonly plundered the demon cultivators...

Suddenly, Lin Lingqing's mind flashed!

He recalled the scene when he and Fang Zhiyuan entered the small fantasy world.The turbulent flow of the dark space, the flickering light beams, and the heavy golden gate floating behind, disappeared after Mu Qingxue appeared——

——That's right, Mu Qingxue, who walked out from behind the golden gate, clearly appeared at the same place as them!

Then after I and Fang Zhiyuan walked out of the golden gate, why didn't I appear in the same place with Shentu and others! ?

Lin Lingqing's pupils contracted slightly, and a chill crept up her spine.

Someone is going to kill them.

The space turbulence was caused by the timing before they entered the door.The culprit who interfered with the space behind the golden gate must be among the few people who entered the gate.

But these people are not very old, and those with the highest cultivation base have not broken the Nascent Soul, so it is absolutely impossible for them to interfere with the power of space... It is because someone behind the scenes used someone who entered the door, intending to kill himself or Fang Zhiyuan.

"..."

Lin Lingqing's eyes were dark, and he let out a breath slowly and calmly.

But looking at the current situation outside, the entire space has been interfered with.If they can't find a way to get out of the predicament, the 12 people who have started are afraid that they will all be trapped here to death.

I don't know what happened to Shentu Linchun and the others.If he came here by himself, he would have to save the other young talents who had suffered indiscriminate disasters even if they were in danger.

But now that there is this life-bearing soul formation in her body, how could Lin Lingqing dare to take risks...

It was already daylight.Fang Zhiyuan hadn't woken up yet, and Lin Lingqing didn't intend to call him, so he picked him up gently and walked upstream along the river bank.

The ecology in the Little Fantasy Realm is unique. Along the way, he saw many rare spiritual plants, spirit beasts and mines in the fairy world, many of which are rare fairy things.

The Demon Lord is well-informed and has a good vision, knowing that time is precious now, so he didn't touch anything except some medicinal herbs for healing.

After walking for more than an hour, Lin Lingqing suddenly stopped.

He looked at a large group of creatures gathered like floating soft mushrooms in the air not far away, and was slightly startled.

"...Confused Heart Demon?"

Monster beasts that rarely appear once in a hundred years in the fairy world are actually in groups in this small fantasy world...

Lin Lingqing frowned and smiled wryly, feeling mixed feelings.

I don't know if this is the way to go.The Confused Heart Demon is a sacred object for healing. I remember that every time one appeared in the fairy world, it would cause frantic bidding and chasing by the doctors.

However, the side effects of this little thing healing...

It's really tricky.

"…Um…"

A faint groan sounded in his ear.

"Zhiyuan?" Lin Lingqing turned his head when he heard the sound, Fang Zhiyuan on his back moved, and woke up dimly.

When Fang Zhiyuan came to his senses, he realized that he had been carried away by his elder brother for a long time, so he became sullen and unhappy again: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

As he spoke, he wanted to stop, Lin Lingqing stopped him: "Stop talking about it, what do you think it is?"

Fang Zhiyuan was also surprised when he saw it: "Confused Heart Demon? There are so many Confused Heart Demons here in the Little Illusory Realm?"

Lin Lingqing said: "That's right, all the creatures are very gentle during my journey. The core fetish guarding this small fantasy world may be a high-level magic weapon or fairy weapon in charge of medical treatment."

He said and shook his head calmly, "...it's not important, you and I don't have time to find out what gods and artifacts exist in this world. Zhiyuan, I just ask you, this bewitching monster... how dare you take the risk? Will you use the insurance with me?"

Confused Heart Demon, this little creature that looks like a pink mushroom, the reason why it has such a charming name is naturally not without reason.

The fragrant mist sprayed by the bewildering demon can relieve pain and heal injuries, but it will make people fall into illusions and evoke the darkness that they dare not face the most in their lives.

For ordinary monks, as long as their souls are tough enough and their wills are strong enough to remain unshakable in the illusion, they can save their lives.

but.

But...

"..."

Lin Lingqing and Fang Zhiyuan looked at each other, and they both saw indescribable subtlety in each other's faces.

Their past lives and old memories are not good things.If he was really trapped and died inside by arousing his inner demons, then it would be over.

Fang Zhiyuan took a breath and got off Lin Lingqing's back.

He looked at the group of bewitching monsters not far away, "I'll try."

The turbulence in the space outside is changing rapidly, and they have to rescue people as soon as possible... There is no time to rest and recuperate, and they can't keep dragging their injuries.

Fang Zhiyuan walked forward, and the moment he passed by, he raised his hand and pushed Lin Lingqing back, "Don't come close, wait for me here."

Lin Lingqing raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Is this talking in sleep while you're still awake?... How could I ask you to go alone."

"Master!"

Fang Zhiyuan became anxious now, his eyes seemed to burn with heat, and he pressed Lin Lingqing's thin shoulder, "Listen to me...listen to me!"

"I don't have any real painful demons, except you."

I don't know if it's due to injury or weakness, or something else.Fang Zhiyuan's voice was hoarse than usual.

But his eyes were really bright, burning with a handful of obsessions, so dazzling that no one dared to look directly at him.

Lin Lingqing lost her voice.

He stared at the person in front of him obsessively, and he knew it was true.

Fang Zhiyuan rubbed Lin Lingqing's shoulder with his palm, and said firmly: "So, now that I know you are waiting for me outside, I will not be trapped by the illusion, and I will be able to come out to see you soon."

"But you are different, brother. You must not enter."

Fang Zhiyuan raised his right hand, and touched Lin Lingqing's long black hair loosely tied behind his head with nostalgia.

His expression was frank, and he couldn't find the slightest grievance or sadness, not even the sensuality that usually occurs when the two of them play in private.

When he said this, his tone was as natural as saying that the sun rises in the east and sinks in the west.

Fang Zhiyuan said: "...Because your demon is not me."