mistook the hero for a boyfriend

Xiao Jingfeng didn't answer aloud, he drew lightly in the palm of Zhao Yunchen's holding him, and snorted.

Zhao Yunchen looked at the demonic energy constantly spinning in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to use his spiritual sense to see the truth on the opposite side, but in vain he harvested a bunch of faintly visible black shadows floating in the air.

This is still the peak of the Nine Heavens Sect, but the strong demonic energy that dissipated in an instant made Zhao Yunchen feel in a trance that he was suddenly transferred to the Ten Thousand Demons' Cave, and a demon cultivator would jump out to prove his identity after a while.

Those who come are not good, and those who come are not weak.

Zhao Yunchen's throat tightened, and Yao Guang's scream seemed to be heard in his ear again, it was desperate and frightening.

But Zhao Yunchen turned his head and wanted to talk to Xiao Jingfeng after hearing it. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the gate wall of the courtyard, and the solid ice on it made him startled suddenly.

That was the magic circle he specially set up three years ago. Once the invasion of external forces exceeds a certain limit, the extremely cold ice buried deep in the ground will release powerful spiritual power. With the room where Xiao Jingfeng often stays as the core, the It is fully protected and the defense system is activated quickly.

It hasn't been long since they heard the roar, but the magic energy has become so strong.

And Xiao Jingfeng is nothing now, he is just a medicine repairman who plays with flowers and plants during the day and embroiders with needles at night. The heaviest thing he carries on weekdays is probably the big black pot in the kitchen.

The other free hand clenched tightly, Zhao Yunchen felt that someone must have pinched his head severely just now, so he thought of letting Xiao Jingfeng, who had never seen blood before, experience what is called a terrifying magic cultivator.

He turned back and pushed Xiao Jingfeng back into the room, and said in a hurry: "Jinfeng, I didn't turn the corner just now and said something wrong. Don't go out, just stay inside as obediently as before, don't act rashly."

Xiao Jingfeng was originally stunned by Zhao Yunchen's long silence, but now he was suddenly pushed into the room, staggered and almost fell to the ground: "But, my lord, I want to go..." Help you.

Zhao Yunchen didn't care about his answer at all, he turned his head to look at the demonic energy that was constantly oppressing from a distance, and ordered to himself: "If you find anything wrong, you should quickly activate Liuyun Mansion and hide in it. I'll come back as soon as I go, don't run around, at most follow the path behind to inform the boys to take refuge, don't come out casually, understand?"

Xiao Jingfeng opened his mouth to say a few words, but found that the door of the room was slammed down by Zhao Yunchen in the next moment, and the excessive force even made the Ye Mingzhu above his head shake.

Noisy voices were isolated on the other side of the door, and there was no deep silence in the room.

Xiao Jingfeng stood where he was, pinched his hand, bit Yinhong's lower lip fiercely, and called weakly: "My lord..."

The time for half a stick of incense passed, but he still stood there with his head down.

Without warning, a bunch of fiery red flames rushed up his robe, and lush green leaves quickly grew from the bottom.

Xiao Jingfeng raised his head, an indistinguishable light flashed in the corner of his dark eyes.

"My lord, I didn't disobey your order. I just wanted to tell the boy to take refuge as soon as possible, so I didn't disobey your order. I'm still your favorite and beloved Jinfeng."

Fingers touched the door, and the condensed ice turned into frivolous water vapor in an instant.

Zhao Yunchen didn't know that Xiao Jingfeng, his well-behaved and lovely male pet, had sneaked out of the bunker in spite of himself. The gas is quickly cut and broken up.

At the beginning, he was able to ensure that there was no interference from the devil energy within one meter around him. As the distance shortened, he could barely protect his body now.

Zhao Yunchen thought that it was indeed the right decision for him not to let Xiao Jingfeng follow him casually. With Xiao Jingfeng's previous ability level, it is impossible to leapfrog to challenge such a high-level boss.

After all, he can't even defeat such a small initial boss like himself, so why talk about other things.

Thinking wildly in the midst of bitterness, Zhao Yunchen kept manipulating the Falling Shadow Sword in his hand to split the gathered demonic energy. They were like small whirlwinds, colliding and combining at will, and then rushed towards Zhao Yunchen, thinking Crush him into a pile of meat.

Zhao Yunchen held the hilt of the sword so hard that he could hardly remember what fear felt like. It turns out that ordinary life can really wear down one's will, and now he can only rely on cursing himself to stay awake.

There was a mess in the consciousness, the laughter of men and women intertwined, and the sarcasm of men and women intertwined, as if afraid that Zhao Yunchen could not hear clearly, he kept increasing the volume of shouting.

The closer you get, the bigger you get, the sound alone can drown you out.

But the world outside the consciousness is peaceful, except for the sound of Zhao Yunchen's footsteps and the sound of swinging a sword, there is nothing in it, and the hut in the distance that is constantly gushing out demonic energy is also quiet, as if the previous sound was a ridiculous sound. illusion.

Before Zhao Yunchen felt that his ears were about to ring, he finally walked to the door of the small courtyard.

It turns out that thick devilish energy can also leave marks on the door like ink. Zhao Yunchen, who has grown up in knowledge, raised his sword and opened the door directly. Prevent them from colluding with each other behind Zhao Yunchen to form a semi-circular barrier, a new "gate".

When Zhao Yunchen came to the door, all the voices in the consciousness stopped spontaneously, and disappeared without a trace like a hallucination.

He was taken aback for a moment, but then his expression was twisted by the powerful coercion. Beads of sweat began to roll down his cheeks one after another, and his knees bent down involuntarily.

Yao Guang's voice came again, but it was no longer a terrifying scream but a sweet panting.

During the period, there was also the sound of the man's dull breathing, and Zhao Yunchen knew what happened over there that shouldn't have happened just by listening to it.

Is there a heroine who is missing in the Xiuxian novel, or is it because of this that Xiao Jingfeng opened such a huge harem in the original novel?

His field of vision is red and black, and the difference in strength is enough to ignore the so-called home and away games. The opponent is definitely not something he can stop at the Nascent Soul stage.

I just don't know how a small opening dungeon turned into an early debut of the ultimate big boss.

He, Zhao Yunchen, suppressed the painful cry in his throat, abruptly lifted the Falling Shadow Sword that was already hanging on the ground, and used two or three moves in a row at a completely different speed than before, and the turbid breath was immediately washed away by the firm air , the floating water vapor condensed into solid ice, freezing everything around Zhao Yunchen.

"Don't be too, don't underestimate people, even if I'm useless, I still have a useful father."

Luoying Sword drew a simple formation on the ground, the blue light flashed past, and then one after another, bigger and bigger formations began to appear on the ground, and the cold air continuously overflowed from Zhao Yunchen's feet, one by one A world made of ice was born quickly.

Zhao Yunchen exhaled lightly, and finally felt refreshed for a moment.

If this magic circle is not released at the source, it will have little effect. Just now, he thought that he would really be forced to kneel down, but the anger in his heart forced him to stand up and use the move.

But even though everything in front of Zhao Yunchen was covered with ice, the drama in the room deep in the courtyard showed no signs of stopping at all, and even the original pure tone was changed, and more unbearable swear words followed one after another It was expressed by Yao Guang's voice, and then passed to Zhao Yunchen.

It was far from the end of the work, and he still had to go on.

Who would have thought that just after he took a step, he saw a white shadow coming out of it. He was wearing a white robe and had long black hair. His smiling eyebrows and eyes were all familiar to Zhao Yunchen.

"Don't you like the feeling of kneeling down, my lord?" Even the voice sounded like a real person, and this imitation shoddy even imitated Xiao Jingfeng's movements to gather up the broken hair hanging in front.

However, Zhao Yunchen recognized him, because it was a plot that was closely related to him, so he took it for granted that he recorded them all on the jade slips shortly after wearing them, so that he could recognize them at first sight.

He is Huan, the first villain Xiao Jingfeng meets in the original book, he can use sound, picture and breath hints to make people fall into a sweet illusion and cannot extricate themselves, relying on absorbing the cultivation base of the trapped person to strengthen his magic cultivation.

But this is not right, because Huan shouldn't have appeared so early. He should have appeared as a god assist to help the hero and heroine when Xiao Jingfeng and Yaoguang had the first conflict between each other, and by the way, he also showed the male and female characters. The ability of the Lord to take off.

Moreover, Huan's character is even more wrong, the world he created for Zhao Yunchen has no trace of sweetness, crazily calling for desperate crushing and endless sex, there is nothing worthy of nostalgia.

Huanze, who didn't get a response from Zhao Yunchen, tilted his head in confusion. His eyes were not as pure black as a human's, but there was a deep purple hidden in the depths of his eyes. When he looked at others, he was like a delicate doll secretly looking at them. This living world.

Curious and innocent, but not necessarily full of malice.

Zhao Yunchen didn't intend to answer any of his conversations, talking to the guy who was good at illusion was just to reveal more of his secrets, so that the other party could break down the spiritual defense line.

The magic lotus step moved lightly, and the little feet stepped directly on the thick ice while walking, without making a sound, but let the magic energy erode the ice from the inside, and it looked like it was advancing with endless darkness.

He walked towards Zhao Yunchen step by step, with a faint smile on his face.

"Don't you like me becoming stronger, my lord?" Gen asked again when the distance between the two was only two feet away.

Holding the Falling Shadow Sword, Zhao Yunchen didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest. His spiritual sense couldn't see through Huan's specific cultivation level. Now he couldn't take the initiative to attack Huan in addition to passively meeting Huan's moves.

Maybe the phantom he sees doesn't exist at all, it's just an introduction to lure him into the phantom, and the real enemy is still lurking in the dark.

I just don't know what happened to the real Xiao Jingfeng who stayed in the room. After all, this counterfeit product can be said to be a perfect imitation, but Zhao Yunchen didn't feel like he was being attacked to read his memory.

I hope that Huan has been in ambush for a long time, rather than just coming along.

"You're distracted, you're such a bad lord." Huan's voice suddenly turned cold, but under his sharp eyes was a face with a particularly bright smile.

Zhao Yunchen subconsciously raised his sword to block to the left, and the fluffy long sleeves were as hard as steel, and when they collided together, they made a crisp low cry.

Huan leaned over and bent down to deliberately smile at Zhao Yunchen. He looked enchanting and charming, and his demeanor was particularly moving: "I still hope you can focus a little bit, otherwise it would be boring?"

The author has something to say:

A point of divergence from the old version emerged,

I don't know if this modification suits the taste of the old guest officials.

But as far as the author is concerned, perhaps Xiao Gong's new move is more in line with the relationship between the two.

Signed the application today, hope it will be approved.

Anyway, see you tomorrow.