How the Blackened Male Lead Was Made

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Yan Haorui is indeed suffering from great pain, and his aura is increasing, he doesn't care about his body's ability to bear it at all, even if his sea of ​​consciousness is enough to manage the excess aura, his dantian doesn't have such a large capacity.

At the beginning, he tried his best to transfer these auras to his limbs and bones, letting them moisten the tiny veins, but he could treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and the excess aura could only be sent to the dantian.

Yan Haorui's dantian was about to burst, but a steady stream of spiritual energy was still pouring towards him.

Jiang Lin couldn't bear it anymore.

From time to time, a bulge protruded from Yan Haorui's exposed skin, and this bulge would still move around in his body.

You only need to use your brain to know that this thing is redundant aura.

Yan Haorui's body is already full, but the bones are still sending out as if the supply is not enough.

Jiang Lin took a step forward. He is also of royal blood, so he should be able to enter.

He was about to move forward, but someone grabbed his fleshy arm, and he turned back violently, "What are you doing here?!"

The national teacher gave him a deep look, "Pure spiritual bodies cannot enter. This person is very powerful. He has foreseen this situation a long time ago. This restriction was built for this."

Jiang Lin was a little dazed, "...pure spiritual body"

The national teacher was about to nod, but Jiang Lin suddenly became irritable, "I don't want to tell you this now, and I don't want to know what a pure spirit body is. I won't be polite if you stop me!"

After saying that, without saying a word, hundreds of ice blades suddenly appeared on the delicate child's fingertips, and rushed towards the national teacher.

The national teacher disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye, but Jiang Lin no longer hesitated, and stepped into the pattern——

"Bang——" Jiang Lin was bounced hard and hit the wall of the stone chamber, making a loud noise.

The national teacher appeared beside Jiang Lin precariously, "I told you so."

Jiang Lin raised his head and glanced at him, which made the national teacher stunned.

Those were red eyes, and there were too many emotions in them for him to see clearly.

Jiang Lin leaned over again, this time he used all his true energy to prop up an extremely strong protective cover around his body.

He walked to the edge of the line, his steps were heavy, and sweat was streaming from his forehead.

The national teacher could see that he was suffering, but he worked very hard.

The national teacher no longer stepped forward, and leaned against the wall, feeling inappropriately lazy.He sneered, what is he trying to do?He must pass, but so what?Still nothing will change.

Jiang Lin knew that he was about to reach his limit. The restraining power in these lines was too strong. Even after thousands of years, it was still much stronger than a small golden core practitioner like him.

——But Yan Haorui is suffering inside.

So he had to go, anyway.

but……

I can't stand it anymore.

He really couldn't hold on anymore.

Jiang Lin was a little desperate, the deep powerlessness made him feel cold all over, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Jiang Lin's legs were shaking, and then——

slammed out.

Yan Haorui didn't have the spare energy to care about what happened next to him, even several people didn't notice.

More and more spiritual energy surged into his body, as if excessive air was filling a flimsy balloon, and the balloon was about to burst.

He was immersed in the pain of the soaring spiritual power, and he supported it for a while, then his whole body went limp, and he fell in front of the stage.

Jiang Lin was watching, he had to stand up, he couldn't kneel down in front of Jiang Lin!

No!

He was supporting the platform, his eyes had already turned pure blood red, he got up trembling, with both hands on the stone platform——

He touched something.

He was like a drowning man grabbing at the straw at the last moment, grabbing that thing, the cold touch made him wake up a bit, and he saw that thing clearly with his misty eyes.

It's that long gun!

He clung to the thing tightly, as if to save him from this embarrassment.

He didn't know if it was his own illusion, or maybe it was an illusion caused by his strong desire, but the aura in his body seemed to be transitioning into the spear, which relieved him a lot.

Instinctively, he injected more aura into the spear.

It's not an illusion!The spear is devouring his aura like a black hole!

Yan Haorui let out a long breath, and maintained this state until the skeleton disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Lin closed his eyes in half fear and half despair, waiting for himself to be photographed on the wall.

The imagined pain didn't hit him, what caught him was a gentle and strong embrace.

He opened his eyes wide in surprise, Yan Haorui saw him open his eyes, and kissed his forehead with a smile, "It's all right."

After Yan Haorui finished speaking with Jiang Lin, he turned his head to look at the national teacher, his gentle expression suddenly turned cold, "My people don't need you to save them."

The national teacher withdrew his hand and sneered, "You are just lucky."

Jiang Lin saw two monsters coming and going, but began to look at the national teacher seriously.

At the beginning, he didn't think that this was someone in his article. This life was the same as before, basically the same, but there were some differences in details, so it was an interesting "detail" that he made this national teacher.

But the word "pure spirit body" he mentioned just now... Jiang Lin remembered that at the end of the second life, that old man Bai also said that he was a spirit body.

In addition, he can participate in plots of this level, at least he can watch from the sidelines - he can feel that if Yan Haorui passes this level unscathed, he can really break through the tribulation stage and directly enter the Mahayana stage, that is, for god.

Who is this person?

Jiang Lin stared into the eyes of the national teacher and slowly explored. Suddenly an idea flashed into his mind. He shook his head. The character he thought of was a heroic relationship with Yan Haorui. does not appear here.

Jiang Lin was purely interested in research, but he couldn't help the national teacher's trembling physique. The national teacher smiled meaningfully at him, and the smile lasted for a long time.

Naturally, Yan Haorui couldn't see the expression on Jiang Lin in his arms, but just looking at the expression on the national teacher's face was enough to make him burn with anger.

But what made him aggrieved was that he couldn't kill him!

Yan Haorui's face turned even darker, and he suddenly put Jiang Lin on the ground. Before Jiang Lin could react, he raised his head and kissed him maniacally.

Jiang Lin: ... What kind of love is this ==

But the relationship has been confirmed, and of course he is very happy to satisfy his lover's request... Nonsense!

The fuck is still watching!

Jiang Lin pushed him away with some awkwardness, Yan Haorui was irritated by this action, he gave the national teacher a cold look, hugged Jiang Lin, his figure was like lightning, Jiang Lin just shook his head, and then went to the place where the two of them usually lived The palace—speaking of it, this was what the national teacher won for them.

Yan Haorui slammed the small group of Jiang Lin under his body, and Jiang Lin was hungry for food, his expression was tangled, "What's wrong?"

Yan Haorui's tone was flat, but it seemed to be the calm before the thunderstorm, "What were you making eye contact with him just now?"

Jiang Lin: "Huh? Eyes? No."

Yan Haorui put his face on the side of Jiang Lin's face, rubbing against the delicate side face of the child, the expression in his eyes was too deep to be explored, and his voice became softer, "Really?"

Jiang Lin frowned, really upset, "What are you doing? Get up for me! Don't say no, what if there is? I'm not allowed to see other people?"

Yan Haorui raised his head, looked straight into Jiang Lin's eyes, his tone was gentle and his face was stern, "Yes, it's not allowed."

Jiang Lin sneered, "You fucking care who I see, get up!"

Yan Haorui's eyes darkened, "What did you say?"

Jiang Lin's still soft tone made Jiang Lin shiver, a cold chill ran through his body, and he didn't speak for a long time.

How could he have forgotten that in his book, Yan Haorui was no longer a normal person with a complete personality.He was reborn life after life, and his whole psychology was not normal.

Didn't he warn himself not to take himself too seriously?

Who gave him the confidence that Yan Haorui would change because of him?

so what?Who is with him?

Is it Yan Haorui?

Or...a demon in Yan Haorui's skin?

Who is he intimate with every day?Is it Yan Haorui?Is it still an appearance?

His whole body was cold, his eyes darkened, and he murmured, "Who are you?"

Yan Haorui froze for a moment, "What?"

Jiang Lin looked straight into his eyes, "Who are you?"

Yan Haorui was scared, he didn't know what happened to Jiang Lin.

If Jiang Lin wanted to leave his side, he would imprison Jiang Lin and make him look at and talk to himself as before.

But... does he really want this?

No, it is not.

Every cell in Yan Haorui is clamoring for this fact, he likes Jiang Lin talking to him with a smile, likes Jiang Lin reluctantly agreeing to his suggestion, likes...Jiang Lin is gentle with him.

He definitely knows this.

Unable to give up, unable to control myself, wanting to hold on.

That's just the most desperate way, the most helpless choice.He didn't want to—he was sure Jiang Lin didn't want to either.

Has it really reached this point?

Yan Haorui was afraid because he had almost completely exposed his true nature to Jiang Lin's eyes just now.

He really didn't say anything, not even a superfluous movement.

But he and Jiang Lin knew each other better than himself, Jiang Lin must have noticed.

so what?Will he ever forgive himself?

43 The Fourth World (Four)

Yan Haorui felt his whole body tense and tense. He pressed on Jiang Lin, who was in the shape of a ball, and suddenly woke up. What was he doing?

Jiang Lin obviously didn't do anything, what is he doing?

He raised his body nervously, fearing that the pressure would make Jiang Lin feel uncomfortable. He completely forgot that Jiang Lin was also a Golden Core Stage practitioner, and his face was full of distress, "Did the pressure hurt you?"

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