evil creature

In the inner room, Zhuo Yu made the last stroke before stopping.Jun Molin frowned slightly, looked down at the strange prints on his body, pinched his five fingers vigorously, and then pulled the shirt back into place.

Zhuo Yu tidied everything up properly, then turned to look at him: "You need to remember, when your heart is upright, you are upright, evil and good are just a thought, ten thousand Buddhas are born in the mind, and ten thousand demons are also born in the mind, cultivating the way of immortality is the saddest thing The first test is the demon of the human heart. To conquer this test, don't say that you can use the thousand-year-old skill freely. Once you see through it, your cultivation base can travel thousands of miles a day, but...if you fail to pass the test of the heart demon...falling into the devil...just in an instant That's all"

Jun Molin frowned upon hearing this, lowered his eyelids, and did not speak, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhuo Yu put his hands behind his back and stood in front of him: "Do you understand?"

Jun Molin raised his eyes to look at him, his dark eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom: "I understand."

Zhuo Yu seemed to be taken aback, and sighed for a while: "Although you are a demon cultivator, you are still too vulgar..."

Jun Molin didn't speak any more.

Zhuo Yu just said: "Forget it, today I will first teach you how to adjust the two forces in your body..."

Speaking of teaching Jun Molin, he began to try to reconcile the two kinds of mana in his body, but this conflict of good and evil almost prevented Jun Molin from blowing himself up. Although Zhuo Yu was there to cast spells and help suppress it, this kind of body It felt as if he was about to be torn in two, but it wasn't pleasant at all. Just for a moment, Jun Molin was already sweating profusely, and his expression was livid.

"Calm your mind! Get rid of distracting thoughts! Look at your nose, nose, and heart, and turn your heart to the sky!!!" Seeing that Jun Molin's situation was not right, Zhuo Yu scolded in a deep voice,

Jun Molin didn't know if he heard it, but the whole person looked extremely painful, maybe the picture prints on his body had played a role, the black scales did not appear on his face once, but the meridians on his neck protruded particularly scary.

Jun Molin's whole body was tense, and his expression was full of ferociousness, as if he was obviously suffering some kind of torture.

Zhuo Yu also looked serious, and even forced out the blood essence from his fingertips, pointing to Jun Molin's forehead: "Jun! Mo! Lin!!!"

When someone called out his name loudly, Jun Molin was shocked. Following the painful roar, many images flashed through his mind instantly.

When he was young, he depended on his mother's arms.

Later, the consecration ceremony in the family.

Then he was sent out.

The monarch's mansion was in disaster, the parents died... and then...the Ling clan's catastrophe...

There are too many things, and Jun Molin is in a mess all of a sudden, only his eyes are full of red, as if even the tip of his nose smells of iron salt...

It seems... a long time ago.

On the night when he was sent out of Wanling Manor, his mother, Shen, couldn't help but come here late at night, causing Jun Molin to have an accident. However, when his mother came, she took out his own spirit bead...

At that time, Jun Molin's eyes widened in astonishment: "Mother, you gave me your Lingzhu, then you...then what do you do?"

Mrs. Chen shook her head: "Don't worry, I have 3000 years of cultivation. If it wasn't for your father, I would have survived the catastrophe and ascended already. Now it's just a loss of 1000 years of cultivation. It's okay." Shen sighed softly: "It's just you ... Now that you have left Wanlingzhuang, I don't have to worry about your demonic power being noticed by the clansmen, but you must also know that there are also hermits and masters in the chaotic world of mortals. If you encounter a heart of stone, I am afraid that no matter what the reason is, you will not be merciful, but if there is a mutual interaction between my spirit orb and my skill, ordinary monks will never notice." At that time, it was only the spirit orb given by my mother, but I didn't know it. , the Lingzhu is equivalent to the second life of the mother, and it is also the seal set by the mother... It's just that the mother died, and the Lingzhu had a crack. The two forces are competing with each other in the tendons, fighting...

"Mother... Mother..."

On the bed, Jun Molin was sweating all over his head, and murmured almost subconsciously.

Ling Ziqing sat by the bed, looking at his pale face, covered in cold sweat, his face covered in gloom, couldn't help but raise his hand to touch Jun Molin's head, but the temperature was terribly cold.

Zhuo Yu stood aside, covering his mouth and coughing lightly twice, with a somewhat unnatural expression on his face: "Don't worry, he will be fine."

"Get out!" Ling Ziqing didn't even look at him, and directly ordered to evict him.

Zhuo Yu was startled, then shook his head and chuckled lightly, then turned around and opened the door to go out.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Ling Ziqing frowned immediately, and then, without Jun Molin's knowledge, raised his hand high, and was about to beat him down hard. In the end... Ling Ziqing didn't give up He started, just put it down lightly, and patted Jun Molin's face.

This time, Jun Molin was fainted by the two forces in his body. Zhuo Yu originally wanted to wait for him to wake up before sending him back, lest Ling Ziqing look worried, but Jun Molin himself seemed unable to bear the force in his body. Heng Wan rushed out, only to be bumped into by Ling Ziqing and picked it up.

This sleep was probably the most restless sleep Jun Molin had. Before he woke up in a daze, Jun Molin felt uncomfortable in his body, as if he was tightly bound by something, but... ...I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes, I would see Ling Ziqing leaning against her.

At that moment, Jun Molin was completely stunned.

Maybe it was because Jun Molin was cold before, Ling Ziqing hugged Jun Molin in his arms with both hands, leaned sideways on the side of the bed, closed his eyes lightly, and didn't know if he was asleep or really asleep, Jun Molin He only opened his eyes wide, and slightly raised his gaze to look at his ancestors so closely for the first time.

I don't know if it's because of his attributes, but Ling Ziqing's complexion is very fair and his temperament is also cold. Even when he sleeps with his eyes closed, he still looks extremely cold, but it's a little less cold than usual.But at this time, he held the person in his arms with both hands, his eyes were lightly closed, his curled eyelashes were like fans, thick and unusually thick, as if they had been meticulously made up, his nose was straight and straight, the tip of his nose was light white, and the color of his lips was only light. A little pink, the whole person seems to belong to that kind of elegant and delicate, looking at this face so close, Jun Molin couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart for a moment, all he could think about was, The old ancestor's appearance is really attractive... Then thinking about how deceptive his current situation is, Jun Molin couldn't help but want to laugh.

I don't know if it's uncomfortable to be stared at all the time. Ling Ziqing suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes met Jun Molin's. Ziqing seemed to be startled suddenly, and with both hands, he just gave Jun Molin... overturned the head of the bed!

Hitting on the bed, Jun Molin was a little bit dumbfounded.

Can anyone explain what this is?

Lying on the bed, Jun Molin deliberately bared his teeth and rubbed his head.

Ling Ziqing seemed to be taken aback for a moment, staring at Jun Molin for a moment, frowned, but didn't speak.

Jun Molin suddenly seemed aggrieved: "Old Ancestor, do you hate me so much?"

Ling Ziqing pursed her lips, and took two steps towards the bed awkwardly: "How are you..." Thinking about his previous discomfort, Ling Ziqing wanted to reach out and touch Jun Molin's head, to see Was he still cold, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Jun Molin grabbed him... Squeeze him!

"You!" Ling Ziqing was startled, blushing instantly: "Get up!"

"I'm sorry..." Jun Molin cheated and lazily leaned on him: "It's so warm to lean on like this."

Ling Ziqing gritted her teeth: "Don't push yourself too hard!"

"Getting an inch?" Jun Molin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who is getting an inch? While I was unconscious, he climbed onto my bed and hugged me so tightly... Old Ancestor... what do you want to do?"

"I want to slash you!" Ling Ziqing gritted her teeth, then raised her hand seriously, and slapped Jun Molin with such force that she immediately slapped Jun Molin out of breath. more depressed.

Just kidding, is it necessary to really hit so hard! ?

Seeing that Jun Molin's brows were all twisted up, Ling Ziqing seemed to feel that he had made a serious move just now, but the dead duck refused to admit it, and still pursed his lips, staring at Jun Molin with a ferocious expression: "What the hell are you doing?" Can't get up!"

"I'm injured, I have no strength." Jun Molin continued to play a rogue offensive.

Being pressed down by him, Ling Ziqing moved her body, unable to push away, and then she could only helplessly: "You are so old, and you still act so shamelessly" The words seemed to inadvertently bring a bit of rare tenderness.

Jun Molin's heart softened. Originally, he just wanted to tease Ling Ziqing, but after hearing the helplessness in those words, Jun Molin lost his thoughts, and rolled to Ling Ziqing's side to lie down on his side: " I haven't played a rogue in a long time."

Ling Ziqing turned to look at him.

On the bed, the two were almost lying side by side, only a fist away.

Jun Molin opened his eyes and stared at the carvings on the bed beam: "When I was a child, my mother controlled me and didn't allow me to learn spells. Later, I was not restrained, so she put a seal on me and forced me to become a real girl. I am a mortal, but unexpectedly, I ended up going around, and finally returned to Wanlingzhuang..." Going around, it seems that all my mother's painstaking efforts in those years have become a joke.

Ling Ziqing listened quietly, there was no movement, only a fingertip moved.

Jun Molin closed his eyes, and frowned slightly: "I dreamed of my mother before, it was when he sealed my Lingzhu, speaking of it... If my mother can part with this mortal world, in a hundred years' time Then she can transform into Yinglong, and then Yingjie ascends..." It's just that there are too many things that my mother can't let go of...

Although Ling Ziqing still didn't speak, she slightly frowned.

Jun Molin turned his head to look at him, and for a moment he didn't know why, so he stretched out his hand and pulled Ling Ziqing to his side to hug him: "Old ancestor..." The voice was muffled and deep, Ling Ziqing originally wanted to say The person pushed away, but in the end he didn't move because of the voice, he just let Jun Molin hold him tightly: "Grandpa entrusted the Ling clan to me when he was dying, I can't do it, and I don't want to..." The Ling clan He is too courageous, it is not so easy to restore the Ling clan, not to mention, Jun Molin doesn't have that kind of heart at all.

Hearing no movement, Jun Molin raised his eyes suspiciously, but this time, he seemed even more helpless, because Ling Ziqing had closed his eyes, and seemed to have really fallen asleep.

Ling Ziqing is still weak now, and she didn't take a good rest earlier because she was worried about Jun Molin's situation, and she seemed to be even more tired after making such a fuss. At this time, Jun Molin pulled her to lie on the bed, but she couldn't open her eyes after a while up.

Looking at Ling Ziqing's sleep-like face, Jun Molin sighed and calmed down. Anyway, it's not the first time that he shared the bed with Ling Ziqing, and this time Jun Molin didn't think much about hugging anyone. Then fell asleep, but... Jun Molin just opened his eyes the next day, Jun Molin felt that he was not well!

The first reaction in the morning is understandable, man...but...if the person you are facing is your ancestor, then this is simply a treason and a thunderbolt!

The author has something to say: I have a cold recently, but it hasn’t gotten better. It has become more serious in the past two days. I am impatient and my thoughts are blocked. Visually, I may be stuck for a few more days, so what... is it a leave?