The man who raises a dragon has a dragon rider

"Ye Jingjue..." Duan Wu repeated, wanting to say a few more times, the tall man standing in front of him had stretched out a big hand to press his shoulder, and pushed him towards the bed.

Following this strength, he sat back on the bed, supported the edge of the bed with both hands to stabilize his body, raised his head and called out: "Ye Jingjue?"

Ye Jingjue glanced at him, nodded silently, then squatted down in front of him, grasped his left foot familiarly, and began to condense the golden mist into a ball of light and melt into his left foot.

The familiar warm current flowed from his left foot all over his body, Duan Wu froze and remained motionless, his eyes were fixed on his held foot, and his heart was in a mess.He wanted to ask too many things in his heart, but now he couldn't utter a single word, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Why are you in Yupei?"

"The world of comprehension, the young master of Yan Mozong." Ye Jingjue cherished words like gold as always.

Cultivation world?The young master of Yan Mozong?Duan Wu tried his best to maintain a calm expression on his face, not wanting to expose his ignorance in front of this man, but his dark eyes showed doubts.

Ye Jingjue looked up at him again, remained silent for a while, and explained one more sentence for the first time: "I am not from this world."

This time Duan Wu understands a little bit, he came here from the earth, the cultivation world that Ye Jingjue just said should be the name of his original world, and the meaning of the name Earth should be similar.However, he came here only after he died, so he also...

Thinking of this, Duan Wu felt his heart throbbing. Looking at Ye Jingjue's illusory body, he bit his lower lip in distress, and tightly gripped the sheet with both hands propped up on the bed.Now I have a healthy new body, I can walk and talk, and even the problematic left foot is about to be cured by Ye Jingjue, but Ye Jingjue doesn't even have a body...

His eyes and expression are too obvious, Ye Jing can feel his thoughts without raising his head, there is some fluctuation in Gu Jing's calm black eyes, and he returns to calm in an instant, concentrating on using his divine sense Help the Dragon Boat Festival to absorb the golden mist.

The left foot of Duanwu's body was born with serious defects. In the Yinhui Interstellar Alliance, there is no other solution except implanting artificial nerves. However, people of their race have special constitutions, and the rejection reaction is so strong that they cannot receive treatment at all.But in the eyes of Ye Jingjue, who is a cultivator, it is not difficult to heal Duan Wu's feet. What really troubles him is that the young man in front of him has no spiritual roots in his body, which means he cannot practice.

Even in the world of self-cultivation where there are countless treasures of heaven and earth, rare and exotic objects, it is almost impossible for a mortal without spiritual roots to practice.Ye Jingjue now only has the primordial spirit left, even if he wanted to accept Duan Wu as his disciple, he couldn't make Duan Wu's body grow spiritual roots out of thin air, so he could only heal Duan Wu's feet first.

The room was silent, Duan Wu opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say, staring at the man's deep profile face when he lowered his head in a daze.

Soon, the golden mist was consumed again. Ye Jingjue let go of Duan Wu's left foot, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Duan Wu in silence.

Duan Wu also stood up, moved her feet, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to take two steps forward.He can clearly feel that his left foot is as flexible as his right foot, and he walks smoothly. Now he is a completely healthy and normal person!

"Ye Jingjue, it's done!" No matter how calm he usually behaves, Duan Wu is only a 16-year-old boy. He looked up at Ye Jingjue ecstatically, with a bright smile on his face. There was a small dimple on the forehead, and the eyebrows and eyes were curved. It seemed that the two rows of neat white teeth were shining, "My feet are healed! It's completely healed! Thank you! Thank you!"

The expression on Ye Jingjue's face remained motionless, he nodded slightly towards Duanwu, and then turned around, turning into a black light again and slipping into the jade pendant on the bed.

"I...I..." Before Duan Wu could finish speaking, the figure in front of him had disappeared.He stood in the empty room by himself, with a bright smile of joy froze on his face. After a while, he lowered his head, stared at his toes embarrassingly, and finished the next sentence: "How can I repay you..."

In the space in the jade pendant, Ye Jingjue stood in nothingness, and slowly closed his eyes, but the boy who just smiled at him with crooked eyes appeared in front of his eyes.In fact, he was not as indifferent as he showed himself. The weight of Duan Wu in his heart was actually beyond Duan Wu's imagination, but his emotions were hidden too deeply, so it was difficult for others to see.

Everyone in the world of comprehension knows that Yan Mo Prince Ye Jingjue is a young master of magic who is rare in a thousand years. He is reticent, cold and ruthless. .But no one knew how desolate Ye Jingjue was before he was ten years old. Before he was brought into Yan Mozong by the elder Wu Gu, he was just a beggar with a broken leg living on the streets of a small town, and he was also a mute.

It is precisely because of this that when the memory fragments of Yuanshen and Duanwu merged, Ye Jingjue was deeply touched by the place hidden in the deepest part of his heart.Otherwise, how could Prince Yan Mo, who never allowed anyone to get close to him, healed a person with his own hands, or even held the other person's foot with his hands?

After a moment of absence, Ye Jingjue sat cross-legged in the void, closed his eyes and concentrated, and continued to warm and nourish his primordial spirit in the golden mist.In another ten days, his primordial spirit will recover to the point where he can seize the house. The golden dragon pendant in Duan Wu's hand is actually damaged and incomplete, and the space in it is also very unstable, not a place to stay for a long time.Ye Jingjue had long planned to wait for his Yuanshen to be stabilized, and then use Yan Mozong's secret Dafa to reclaim his body and rebirth, so that even if he is still restrained by the golden dragon pendant, he can practice again, instead of only using his Yuanshen as he is now. The state stays in this space.

But after these two days of observation, Ye Jingjue discovered that none of the people here have spiritual roots, but instead there is another power in their bodies that is completely different from the real essence of a cultivator.As he expected, people in this world are not suitable for practicing the skills of the cultivation world.The Eighteenfold Purgatory Sutra that he originally practiced was Yan Mozong's Zhenzong Demon Art, which can only be practiced with the highest-grade Heavenly Spirit Root.

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Duan Wu didn't know that Ye Jingjue, who had returned to the jade pendant, was thinking about how to seize it. He hung the jade pendant back around his neck, climbed into the bed, and lay on his back in a daze, wrapped in a quilt, until he fell asleep unconsciously. , The previous picture is still floating in front of his eyes, and every detail of getting along with Ye Jingjue is constantly replayed.

"Ye Jingjue, what was your original world like?"

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"Ye Jingjue, do you have any relatives?"

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"Ye Jingjue, can you tell me about your past?"

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"Ye Jingjue, you, do you think I'm so bad that you're too lazy to talk to me?"

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"Ye Jingjue, you...do you like me...well..."

The voice was suddenly interrupted, and Duan Wu was suddenly pushed down by a slender and powerful hand on a big bed that appeared behind him at some point, watching Ye Jingjue leaning over, getting closer and closer to him...

"call!"

Duan Wu suddenly woke up from the dream, a carp sat up straight, looked around the empty room with straight eyes, it took a long time to realize that he was just dreaming.He rubbed his sweat-drenched hair, and patted his feverish cheek vigorously, with a bunch of dull hair raised on the top of his head disobediently.

He blushed again and recalled the dream he had just had, and got up and got out of bed at Duanwu, and drifted into the bathroom with his dull hair on his back, his footsteps obviously fluttering.When he reached the door of the bathroom, he stopped suddenly, turned back and took off the jade pendant around his neck, and placed it squarely on the pillow. There was a shy and embarrassed smile on his originally expressionless face, and there was a hint of stealth. happiness.

Knowing that Ye Jingjue was in the jade pendant, and that he had such a dream just now, Duan Wu was embarrassed to wear this jade pendant again when he washed himself.