Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Seemingly in order to clear up Lynch's doubts, Du Chengying changed his previous laxity and hurried to Huayuan even though he was injured. How could Lynch really do that and drag Du Chengying to let him heal his injuries first.

"Huayuan is your home, junior brother, so my injury is nothing." Du Chengying had already put on a new robe to cover the injury on her body, but what could not be concealed was the tiredness and paleness of her face.

A cultivator is also a human being. No matter whether Du Chengying is good or bad, the injuries on his body are real. How could Lin Qi bear to let Du Chengying run around? Naturally, he had to slow down. What? If you are like this, if the injury gets worse, how can I feel sorry for it?"

Du Chengying's face was pale, and he peeled off the dazzling and stinging parts of his body after being injured, leaving pure beauty, as peaceful and beautiful as a jade statue, "It's nothing," he raised his eyes, his long eyelashes were thick, and his eyes became more and more deep , "You don't have to apologize to me."

The more he said this, the more apologetic Lynch felt. He held Du Chengying's arm, lowered his face and sighed softly: "Brother, just listen to me."

Du Chengying stood straight, did not take advantage of the situation to borrow Lynch's strength, and lowered her gaze to Lynch's fair face. Lynch couldn't sleep well these days, and couldn't eat well. A little face became thinner again, Du Chengying's heart moved, and his voice softened, "Okay."

The situation in Yuelu Mountain was indeed worse than Lynch expected. He took Du Chengying to spend the night at the hunter's house in the forest, but found that the courtyard door was wide open. Under the door, there was a shriveled corpse in sight. It was harmed by the demon cultivator.

Du Chengying immediately pressed Lynch's face into his arms, "Don't look."

"I've seen it..." Lynch mumbled, he wasn't that fragile yet.

In his previous life, he had always treated the world with an attitude of an outsider. When Lynch saw this kind of mummy, he would always think "ah, this npc looks a bit exaggerated", and he was never afraid.

Still not afraid, just a little embarrassed.

Where the 'protagonist' didn't see, this 'npc' may have lived happily ever after, but unfortunately in this story he is just a background board after all, and in this form.

Lynch broke away from Du Chengying's embrace, his eyes fell on the mummy, and he said softly, "I went to bury him."

"Don't go," Du Chengying frowned and took Lin Qi's hand. Lin Qi looked back, showing extreme disapproval, and Du Chengying said lightly, "I'll do it."

Lin Qi's expression moved, and his eyes slowly widened. It is undeniable that after systematic guidance in his heart, Du Chengying's image tended to be more 'cold-blooded'. He didn't care much about his fellow practitioners. He would be willing to bury a mortal.

Has there been a little change?

Lynch asked the system hopefully, and after getting the ruthless and familiar answer of 'blackening value 100%', he became paralyzed again.

"This house has probably been unoccupied for a long time," Du Chengying pushed open the courtyard door, looked around at the furnishings, and noticed that the black shadows on the wall were tightly attached, like burnt marks, and looked back at Lin Lin. Qi said, "Brother, please sit down for a while, and then go clean up after I have buried him."

Lynch hurriedly said, "I'll go clean it up."

"Not busy," Du Chengying frowned lightly, and said firmly, "You are sitting within my line of sight."

Lynch seldom saw Du Chengying being so aggressive towards him, so he didn't think much about it. He regained his consciousness of being a younger brother and sat obediently on the low stool beside him.

There are two hatchets next to the low stool. Under the hatchet are messy wood and a few pieces of dirty animal fur. Lynch can imagine the original owner sitting on the low stool chopping firewood and picking up prey, sweating on the ground.

But now the person who is struggling to live has become a mummy.

The water unicorn stretched out its sharp claws, and when one paw went down, there would be a big pit, and if two paws went down, he wished he could dig a well. Du Chengying lifted the mummy expressionlessly, turned his back to Lynch, and prevented Lynch from seeing the indifference in his eyes. , Randomly throwing the mummy into the pit like throwing away garbage.

Shui Qilin dug the soil down, and a simple grave would be fine.

Du Chengying clapped her hands and got up, turned around and saw Lynch sitting obediently, with a look of compassion, and a warm look in his eyes, "Go in."

Orion lived alone, and the furnishings in the room clearly stated this fact. A bamboo couch, not too big, was huddled against the corner, and there were many cured meats and clean smooth leather hanging in the room, and the things were also very messy. , It seems that after returning to the house, I can throw it away wherever I want, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the table.

Lynch touched the corner of the table, twirled his fingers, and murmured in a low voice, "It wasn't like this when I went up to the mountain to learn from my teacher."

"The world is unpredictable." Du Chengying looked calm, took out a soft handkerchief from his sleeve, squeezed a trick, the soft handkerchief stood upright like a villain, flew onto the table and swam 'shua shua shua'. After wiping it clean, Du Chengying pulled Lynch to sit down, looked at Lynch carefully, and Lynch lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Thin." Du Chengying said softly.

Lynch didn't speak.

The room was extremely quiet, there was not even a sound of the wind, only the sound of the breathing of the two of them.

Du Chengying said slowly: "Brother, actually... don't you think this kind of life is good?"

Lynch raised his head, unexpectedly seeing seriousness in Du Chengying's eyes, "Live like this?"

Du Chengying's eyes were focused, and his eyes on Lynch had always been gentle like water, and at this moment there was a strange warmth in the waves, "Just like this Orion, he works at sunrise and rests at sunset, living the simplest life. "

Lynch said in dismay: "Then he was sucked dry by the demon cultivator?"

Du Chengying shook his hand and said firmly, "I won't let anyone hurt you."

The palms were tightly clenched, and the unspoken cherishment could be revealed from the man's every move and every word and deed.

Lynch couldn't bear this the most, and withdrew his hand. He didn't use much strength, and when Du Chengying sensed his intention, he had already let go.

Lynch stood up suddenly, and the stool made a loud noise on the ground suddenly, "I'm tired."

The room was not big, Lynch turned his head and didn't know where to hide, Shui Qilin walked over and sat down cross-legged actively, Lynch threw himself into his fluffy embrace and pretended to be dead.

Du Chengying sat still for a long time, the soft handkerchief wiped his feet diligently, carefully wiped the ground along the edge of his boots, and was suddenly stepped on by the raised boots, the soft handkerchief stretched four times He struggled hard a few times, and the owner of the boots crushed him again before he finally lifted his foot and went out.

Outside, there was no wind or sound, and the silence was terrifying.

Du Chengying stood upright, raised his hand and closed the door, and after confirming that Lynch was lying in Shui Qilin's arms and fell asleep, he glanced at the wall from the corner of his eyes.

The black shadow by the wall trembled, and slowly peeled off from the wall, becoming a blurry figure, kneeling on one knee, "Greetings to Demon Lord."

The moment Du Chengying was reborn, the hexagram of Yuelu Mountain was reversed, and the demon energy in the world skyrocketed. All the demon cultivators knew clearly at that moment that their master——had arrived.

Du Chengying looked at Soi Ying coldly, "Get lost."

"Master Mozun," the black shadow trembled, refusing to leave, "Please return to the Demon Realm."

Du Chengying was indifferent.

Heiying whispered: "We Moxiu have been oppressed by these famous families for many years. Sir, don't you also hate them? The Demon Realm has been waiting for its master to rule. Previously, there were people who had no eyes to see the people in the house. Let's start..."

The palm of the hand pinched the black shadow instantly, and Du Chengying's eyes were so cold that ice could ooze, and while tightening his strength, he said calmly: "You don't deserve to mention him."

The black shadows scattered in his hands, and the spirit butterflies flew out from his sleeves, pecking at the remaining devil energy like birds and beasts, flying up and down very lively.

In Du Chengying's mind, there is no difference between cultivating Taoism and cultivating demons.

The weak eat the strong, one ebbs and another, dog eats dog.

Humans can eat livestock, why can't Moxiu eat humans?it's the same.

Thinking that you are with him all the way, chasing after him all the way, is the same as wishing him to be the embrace of the savior, which is really annoying.

Du Chengying flicked his sleeves lightly, raised his hand to use the demonic energy as a blade, and then stabbed hard at the wound. The wound healed too fast, the pride of heaven, how ironic, Du Chengying looked up at the dark sky, couldn't help sneering, God, if you choose me, I may not be willing to obey you.

Lin Qi didn't know if he was too tired. He seemed to fall asleep while lying in the arms of the water unicorn. When he woke up, he was already lying on the bamboo couch, covered with a thin robe. There was a faint light in the center of the room, and Du Chengying was sitting there changing her medicine.

The clothes on the upper body were all taken off, revealing the strong arms, the muscles on the body were clearly undulating, the black demonic energy lingered around the body, and the blood poured down from the darkness, just looking at it made Lynch feel unspeakable pain, but Du Chengying Without changing his expression, he raised his hand and tore off the gauze on the wound.

"Take it easy!" Lynch couldn't help shouting.

Du Chengying looked back and smiled slightly, "You're awake."

Lynch got out of bed directly, walked to the table, and took the gauze from Du Chengying's shoulder. He just woke up, and his voice was hoarse and soft, "Would you call me if you want to change the medicine?"

"I'm afraid I'll scare you." Du Chengying said softly.

Lynch said, "I'm not so easily scared either."

Du Chengying pursed her lips, hooked her lips and smiled again, her eyes slowly shifted from Lynch's forehead to her cheeks, and raised her hand to lightly touch his cheek with the back of her hand. Lynch was touched by him, his hand trembled, but he didn't move ,"do what?"

"On the face..." Du Chengying said with a hint of a smile in his tone, "Sleeping left a mark."

Lin Qi raised his eyes, being treated by Du Chengying's ambiguous attitude a lot, he finally got up his cheek and said: "Then touch it, and the mark won't disappear."

Du Chengying was stunned, and Lynch was a little embarrassed after speaking, but it was rare to see Du Chengying in a daze, and he lowered his head calmly to help Du Chengying treat the wound as if nothing had happened.

As the protagonist of the small world, Du Chengying has a top-notch figure. Even though he is seriously injured, he still exudes a strong smell of male hormones, and even his injured body is even more bloody attractive. Lynch wonders where the male harem is going. What's the matter, why is there not a single girl? Otherwise, why would Du Chengying be so hard on him?

Du Chengying seemed to be overwhelmed by Lynch's sudden 'let go', and didn't say a word until Lynch gave him the medicine.

Lynch unwrapped his blood-stained robe and the gauze he had replaced, frowned and said to himself, "How can I get better after being injured by the demon cultivator, or should I just go back?"

Du Chengying, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Touch it."

Lin Qi raised his eyes and met Du Chengying's smiling eyes, "Maybe the injury will heal."

"Du Chengying," Lynch said, although his face was red, his voice was still loud, and he tightened the cloth in his hand, "Don't say such things."

Du Chengying softened her voice, her eyes flickered, "What did you say? Say I like you?"

Lynch's ears were almost smoking, and he broke the jar and said, "I said, don't like me, and I won't like you either."

After hearing this, Du Chengying didn't show a sad or angry expression, he was happy from the bottom of his heart, this was Lynch... the first time he really talked about it without detours or veiled.

Du Chengying raised his hand, and under Lynch's gaze, he gently pressed his palm to his cheek. Lynch didn't hide, and looked directly at Du Chengying. Although his hands and feet were trembling, he didn't want to escape anymore. He and Du Chengying It's impossible, he must clearly let Du Chengying know this, put aside these entanglements, and return to being the decisive tasker again.

"Lynch," Du Chengying smiled slightly, with a little light in his tender eyes, "You may not understand, what I want is never your response, I just want you... Live well, let me be by your side, No matter who you are, it doesn't matter if you don't have love, and brothers and sisters are enough."

"If..." Lynch clenched the gauze tightly, and the dried blood stains fell off, staining the crevices of his fingers black. He gritted his teeth to control himself, and said cruelly, "I don't want you to accompany me."

Du Chengying moved his palm, and gently stroked Lynch's face. It was really a very simple and clean face. He closed his eyes, but he could still see the face engraved in his soul. Du Chengying opened his eyes again. Eyes, the light in the eyes seemed to faintly fall, and he sighed with a wry smile: "You hate me like that?"