Forced Vest [Rebirth]

After Kunlun Lord left, Ming Tan checked Feng Zhiyuan, and found that the aura of the war ghost in Feng Zhiyuan's body had completely disappeared, and felt that this was extremely strange.

It stands to reason that the bloodline of the war ghost will last for a period of time when it is activated, but like Feng Zhiyuan, there has been no abnormality. At this time, the power of the war ghost appears, but it returns to normal in the shortest time, which is really weird.

In the records of ancient secret books, among the reincarnations of those war ghosts who inspired the power of war ghosts, which one didn't make a mess before they stopped?

Could it be because Youying Soul Jade restrained Feng Zhiyuan's power of war ghost?

Ming Tan couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, the sleeping Feng Zhiyuan's face turned red, he let out short gasps from his throat, and his physical condition also changed slightly.

Ming Tan was stunned for a moment, he watched Feng Zhiyuan's unbearable twisting body in amazement, the young man's throat overflowed with low sobs, his abnormal parts were outlined by his close-fitting clothes, and it became more and more obvious.

Ming Tan supports the forehead.

There are many side effects of using Bliss Bell Smoke.

Ming Tan felt a little sorry for his own good disciple who was recruited. His disciple really had a bad life, but unfortunately, this unfortunate fate was caused by his master.

"Sin, after returning to the main body, I have to treat my apprentice better and make up for this mistake."

Ming Tan looked at Feng Zhiyuan with pity, and then took a brocade quilt to cover Feng Zhiyuan's body, while he himself avoided suspicion, sat upright in another room separated by a screen, and began to chant sutras.

At this moment, Feng Zhiyuan was suffering beyond his imagination.

In the dream, a gorgeous and monstrous monster jumped up and threw him to the ground.

The monster's long tail wrapped around his ankle, and then, along the ankle, climbed all the way to the calf, winding upwards.

Feng Zhiyuan was extremely flustered, but he couldn't break free from the monster with gray eyes, his whole body was limp and weak, like a weak mortal, firmly suppressed by the monster on the cold ground.

Pixiu is a special mythical beast. It eats the power of gold, jade and treasures. Its appearance is extremely shining. Its scales are made of pure gold, its horns are made of crystal, and its sensitive tail is inlaid with gemstones of different sizes. treasure house.

The monster's jade-like hooves fiddled with Feng Zhiyuan's clothes, Feng Zhiyuan tried to break free, but the monster seemed displeased, its tail inlaid with cold gemstones slapped Feng Zhiyuan's waist, and took advantage of the opportunity to poke into the hem of Feng Zhiyuan's clothes.

"Well--"

The young man raised his neck and moaned uncontrollably, the smooth scales rubbed against his skin, spinning somewhere, and the hard and cold gem hovered at the entrance, making Feng Zhiyuan tremble uncontrollably.

The monster lowered its head, its gray eyes met Shang Feng Zhiyuan's panicked eyes, reflecting the water color in the youth's eyes and the peach pink smudged at the end of the eyes.

The monster lowered its head, licked Feng Zhiyuan's chin with its barbed rough tongue, and then went all the way down, picking up the half-open skirt of the gorgeous Wushuang youth.

The wet feeling fell, Feng Zhiyuan's neck fell back, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, but he couldn't cover his short call: "Master..."

Like a mysterious incantation that cannot be uttered, at the end of the sentence, the figure of the monster with gentle eyes flashed and turned into a man in black clothes.

"Zhiyuan, are you feeling bad?"

The bewitching man with red moles at the end of his eyes lovingly raised his hand to touch Feng Zhiyuan. Although his figure had turned into a human, his eyes were still gray. Even, there were lustrous horns shining on his head. The swaying tail under the hem of the clothes has never disappeared.

"Master...save me!"

Feng Zhiyuan put his arms around Master's neck and let out a broken sobbing sound.

"Heh, how does Zhiyuan want Master to save you? Then, how to save you, eh?"

The man in black was joking, bowed his head and lovingly kissed the corner of his apprentice's eyes, his voice was hoarse and gloomy.

While speaking, the rough gem on the man's tail, the smallest one at the top, has been squeezed in silently.

Feng Zhiyuan trembled violently, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

The corners of Qu Yunzhen's lips curled up, he raised his hand to pinch the young man's chin, kissed the young man's trembling lips, his face was full of compassion: "Zhi Yuan, you are so pitiful, as a teacher who taught you, you should learn to resist, you See, you don't fight, you get hurt."

He seemed gentle, but the tip of his tail forcefully squeezed in another part, burying a whole gem in it.

Feng Zhiyuan trembled all over, his eyes were wet, he shook his head: "Master...help me, uh, Master..."

He was so uncomfortable that he was about to explode, but he didn't know how to relieve it, so he could only cling tightly to Qu Yunzhen, who brought a little bit of coolness, and touched the tall man impatiently.

"But Zhiyuan doesn't even know how I should save you, so what should I do?"

Qu Yunzhen raised his hand, and wiped away the water stains from the corners of Feng Zhiyuan's eyes.

The hard gem moved.

"Master..."

Feng Zhiyuan's weeping sound shattered.

At this moment, a Buddha's name sounded, and at the same time, the Sanskrit sound resounded.

"Junior Brother Zhiyuan, you are lost."

Feng Zhiyuan felt his body was empty, the master who had supported him but also brought him pain turned into a puff of green smoke, drifted away from him, and then gathered and formed in the distance.

Feng Zhiyuan looked around in confusion, but saw his master's appearance changed.

Looking intently, the man with a pitiful face and blue eyes drooping slightly was not the master he longed for, it was clearly Senior Brother Ming Tan whom he had always regarded as the shadow of his master.

Upon closer inspection, it was not the real Ming Tan.

Long-haired Buddha Xiu has a pair of blue eyes full of pity, but the red mole at the end of his eyes is extremely strange.

"Master..."

In the dream, Feng Zhiyuan couldn't tell who that person was at all, he only knew that it was the master he was thinking of.

"Zhiyuan, you still haven't gotten out of the maze, I really disappoint the teacher."

Ming Tan shook his head in disappointment, the Sanskrit sound rang out, and soon Ming Tan disappeared.

Feng Zhiyuan was flustered and at a loss, at this moment, a playful chuckle came.

"Look, this is the righteous monk, it's so unbearable."

The male voice was low and arrogant, Feng Zhiyuan looked back, and saw a man in black clothes coming from afar.

The man was dressed in a black fairy robe with red stripes, his long jet-black hair hung over his shoulders, and a fire-colored spirit sword was hung by his side. A phoenix fell from the sky with flames and landed on the man's shoulders.

The man looked down at Feng Zhiyuan, with a strange look on his face: "Why did you come to my country? But you were expelled after being convicted? That's right, a person like you who is so overwhelmed can only come to the world to live."

Feng Zhiyuan looked at the man.

The man had broad shoulders and narrow back, tall and tall, with a gorgeous and wild face, his neckline was slightly open, revealing the texture of jade carvings, just standing there could have a soul-stirring effect.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't know this person, but felt that this person's aura was very familiar, even his expression and movements seemed familiar.

"who are you?"

Feng Zhiyuan raised his hands to gather the skirt of his clothes, and said in surprise.

The man's eyes fell on Feng Zhiyuan's messy clothes, he chuckled lightly: "I am the Lord of the Eight Desolations, named..."

Before the next word was uttered, the man turned into a flame and disappeared with the flying phoenix.

As the man disappeared, the chaotic energy in Feng Zhiyuan's body seemed to be taken away by that man, and flames flew all over the sky, burning everything that was messy.

Feng Zhiyuan stood in the center of the flames, he frowned and watched everything disappear, and then his heart trembled.

The ruthless way runs on its own, Feng Zhiyuan's mind is calm, and the dream gradually turns black.

His consciousness finally rested.

After a long time, Feng Zhiyuan felt exhausted and disappeared, and he opened his eyes.

"Teacher, are you awake? How do you feel?"

A cool hand landed on Feng Zhiyuan's forehead.

"Master...respect..."

Feng Zhiyuan's gaze met Shang Qu Yunzhen's gentle eyes, he suddenly remembered his unbearable dream, his eyes trembled, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at his master at all.

In the dream, he actually thought of his master as such...so...

Feng Zhiyuan couldn't think of a suitable adjective, but there is no doubt that he was in a terrible state of mind. In his dream, he corrupted his gentle and kind master, and senior brother Mingtan who treated him kindly, into such a terrifying appearance.

Seeing Feng Zhiyuan's pale complexion, Qu Yunzhen thought it was because Feng Zhiyuan's body hadn't recovered yet.

Awakening the power of the war ghost is extremely difficult for Feng Zhiyuan's soul. What's more, he was distracted and out of control, and unexpectedly got such a large dose of bliss bell smoke into Feng Zhiyuan's soul.

After Qu Yunzhen got the Bliss Bell, he refined the Bliss Bell again. At this time, the refinement has not been completed yet, and the smoke will no longer make people fall into the colorless hell, but it still has some side effects.

That smoke will draw out the desires and thoughts that people want to suppress the most.

Qu Yunzhen pondered for a while, but he wasn't worried—his apprentice was cold-hearted, and he still practiced the way of ruthlessness. Thinking about it, he would never have any unbearable desires or thoughts. Even if he did, it must be because he could within the scope of resolution.

Qu Yunzhen is very confident in his apprentice, but Feng Zhiyuan is extremely depressed at this moment.

He clearly recalled everything in the dream, and when he thought of his embarrassing appearance in the dream, he became more and more disgusted with himself, and felt ashamed for a moment.

"Junior Brother Zhiyuan, are you alright?"

A clear male voice sounded, at the same time, a burst of fruity fragrance hit, and a finger was pressed on Feng Zhiyuan's lips.

The turbulent thoughts in Feng Zhiyuan's heart were all crushed by this unexpected voice, and he looked at the approaching face in astonishment.

With a gorgeous and handsome face, a golden crown, a wiped forehead, and a folding fan, everything is available. Isn't it the arrogant Kunlun Lord?

"Brother Kunlun, why are you here?"

Seeing Mr. Kunlun, Feng Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at Qu Yunzhen.

Then, he found that Qu Yunzhen was talking with Ming Tan.

Feng Zhiyuan was stunned, he wondered if he was still awake from the nightmare, otherwise, why would Lord Kunlun be here, while his master and senior brother Mingtan had such a happy conversation?

Feng Zhiyuan looked bewildered.

Kunlun-Jun lowered his head, pressed Feng Zhiyuan's lips with his fingertips, and said, "Junior Brother Zhiyuan not only frowned, but also bit his lips, almost tearing them apart! You look so pitiful and cute!"

The author has something to say: Shanglian: Delicate body and frail Qu Yunzhen

The second line: Feng Zhiyuan, the straight man of steel

Horizontal batch: It's all an illusion

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