After dressing as a villain master, I wash my whites every day

When Chi Yan brought his soul consciousness back from Mucheng to Beisha Palace, he saw Feng Yanbei lying beside the reclining chair on the steps, holding a piece of Ye Yunyang's clothes in his hand, sleeping soundly.

When he got closer, he found that the outer shirt on Ye Yunyang's body was the outer shirt of the former lord Feng Qinan.The outer shirt is milky white brocade, sewn with cloud embroidery.

Feng Yanbei has the exact same one, and because he cherishes it too much, he has been reluctant to wear it.When I wanted to wear it, I found that the size was too small and I couldn't fit it anymore.

This young man was still an ignorant and innocent child when he took him away.Now, without knowing it, he has grown into such an appearance that he is five or six points similar to the master back then.

He walked up slowly and his eyes fell on Ye Yunyang.His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his body was filled with demon energy. Compared with when he first entered the demon palace, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a member of the demon clan.

However, the master's soul consciousness alone shouldn't have such an influence.Could it be, what did the Lord do to him?

With this question flashing through his mind, Chi Yan stretched out his hand, wanting to check it out.But the hand was only halfway out, and Mu Di was stopped by someone.

Pain from broken joints came from his wrist, and he looked sideways at Shangfeng Yanbei's gaze, and his red pupils showed dissatisfaction.

Chi Yan didn't move, he was already used to the pain.His voice was respectful, without any ups and downs: "My lord, the master's soul consciousness has been brought."

After the words fell, a black glazed cup floated in front of Feng Yanbei.

Feng Yanbei let go of his hand, and his gaze fell on the black crystal in the glazed cup.The black crystal was originally silent, but it suddenly radiated light, and slowly left the glass cup, heading towards Ye Yunyang.

"My lord, did you insert the soul-guiding nail into his body in advance?"

Chi Yan was slightly surprised, no wonder Ye Yunyang has such a strong demonic energy?The soul-inducing nail is a thing of the demon race. The soul-leading nail penetrates into the body, which can accept everything from the demon race, and can better integrate the two soul consciousnesses.

Feng Yanbei's displeasure had subsided, he raised the corners of his lips, and stroked Ye Yunyang's with his fingers.

"That's natural. There is nothing more suitable for Ye Yunyang than the soul nail, isn't it? Although his immortal body is infected by demonic energy, it is always difficult to fuse the soul consciousness of two demon lords. "

Chi Yan frowned: "But the Soul Nail..."

"I know it, but it will cause a big change in people's temperament and confusion. As long as my brother can come back, what can these be counted?"

Feng Yanbei interrupted Chi Yan, all he wanted was an older brother, a lively older brother.Even if Soul Yin Nail made him less like his elder brother, his elder brother would still come back to him.

Chi Yan was silent, and sometimes he couldn't understand what the Lord was thinking.It was like insisting on resurrecting the Lord back then.

During the conversation between the two, the soul consciousness in the glass cup had left the support of the glass cup and floated in Ye Yunyang's heart.

It stagnated above the heart, as if looking for an entrance.Then slowly, black air emitted from Ye Yunyang's heart, connecting with the soul consciousness above.

Ye Yunyang moaned softly, his entire face was extremely pale, and because of the pain, it was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the hair on the side of his face was soaked with sweat.

He woke up in pain.

The moment he opened his eyes, what he saw was the scene of the soul entering the body.

"what did you do to me?"

Because of the pain, Ye Yunyang couldn't speak smoothly, and could only squeeze out a little bit from his throat.

By the way, Feng Yanbei injected something into his body just now, that's why he fell asleep.Now, is this trying to fuse the soul consciousness nourished by Mucheng with his body?

Ye Yunyang's eyes widened, Feng Qinan's one touch of soul consciousness had already tortured the original owner like that, if the two touches of soul consciousness merged, what would he become?

"What are you doing? Didn't you see it?" Feng Yanbei replied with a light smile.

He watched the soul consciousness sink into Ye Yunyang's body bit by bit, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

"You...uh!"

Before Ye Yunyang could finish his words, a sharp pain came from his body, some flesh and blood entered, like a sharp knife cutting under the skin.

Ye Yunyang clutched his heart, arched his body in pain, and panted heavily.The other clutched the quilt on the couch tightly, so hard that the joints turned white.

His black hair was drenched with sweat, sticking to the side of his face.The corner of the eye was red with pain, and a tear flowed out.

It hurts!

Ye Yunyang's brain? Thinking dizzily, what flashed in his mind was Chu Ci's face...

"My lord, he passed out." Chi Yan narrated coldly.

"Ah."

Feng Yanbei responded indifferently, he raised his sleeves, and carefully and carefully wiped his sweat-soaked face from the pain.

The hand moved gently, brushing the eyes, the bridge of the nose, and the thin lips under the sleeves little by little.With a movement of his hand, he slid to his ear and touched it lightly.

"When he wakes up, it's time for my brother to come back."

Withdrawing his hand, Feng Yanbei said so.

After Shen Shu'an explained the matter of the sect well, he went down the mountain together with Chen Shuangsheng leading a group of disciples including Gan Wu.

Although there is a Xunling card, but since Ye Yunyang passed the news, he has been unable to contact him.After finally finding clues from Luowu Town, when they rushed to Mucheng, all they could see were ruins, the houses and trees had been burnt clean, leaving only the remnants of the broken walls with black marks from the smoke after the fire.

When Shen Shuan stepped into Mucheng, his eyes fell on a light blue handkerchief on the ground in front of him.His expression changed slightly, and he strode forward to pick it up.

The handkerchief was plain and clean, but there was a crooked "Jun" embroidered with black thread on one corner.

Shen Shuan is very familiar with this thing, the words on it are embroidered by himself.In order to embroider this character, I also learned embroidery for more than ten days, but the final result was crooked and unsightly.

That guy said in distaste that it was too ugly, and he wanted to throw it away, but did he still wear it close to his body all the time?

But why did it fall here?

Thinking of the possible reasons, Shen Shuan tightly clenched the handkerchief in his hand.

Chen Shuangsheng also saw the word 'Jun' on the handkerchief, licked his lips, and said: "Senior brother Shu'an, there is no aura of strangers here."

Shen Shu'an nodded lightly, he knew it when he stepped here.

"Look for a town? Rest and prepare to send a letter back to the sect. Let's go to the north."

The demon energy remaining here clearly came from the Northern Demon Territory.

"When I came here, there was a village a hundred miles away from Dongling Mountain. Where can I go to stay first?" Chen Shuangsheng said.

"Ah."

Shen Shu'an responded, put the handkerchief in the lapel of his clothes, and then made a pinch, and a bird with continuous spiritual power flew out of the palm of his hand, and gradually flew out of everyone's sight.

"If they are in the Demon Realm, this spirit bird will bring news."

Gan Wu watched the spirit bird gradually disappear, and after hearing the master's words, he planned to turn around.But he saw the spirit bird fly back suddenly, but turned around and flew away.

Gan Wu rubbed his head, not understanding what was going on.After hesitating for a while, he still said: "Master, the spirit bird came back just now, and turned around and went over there."

Gan Wu pointed to the direction where the spirit bird flew away.

Surprised, Shen Shu'an turned his head, as if thinking of something, his expression relaxed.He said, "Follow."

A group of people chased the spirit bird with Yujian, flew out of the deep forest outside Mu City, and arrived at the foot of Dongling Mountain.The spirit bird paused in the air, as if looking for direction.

After a while, the spirit bird continued to fly, and the group descended from the foot of Dongling Mountain to a ruined temple.The spirit bird stopped, then went into the temple, and never came out again.

Shen Shu'an stepped into the temple quickly, and everyone with him had no time to react, and he was gone.

Pushing open the dilapidated temple door, the heavy dust made Shen Shuan cough uncontrollably.The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made a "squeaky" sound, and then hung at a slant motionless.

Shen Shuan raised his hand and waved away the dust in front of his eyes, and rushed into the temple before he could see the scene clearly.

"Jun He!"

Du Junhe raised his head upon hearing the sound, but spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, instantly staining the white shirt on his body red.He coughed violently, his handsome face was flushed.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but before he could speak, another mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.He raised his hand to wipe the blood, but his face was covered with blood.

Shen Shuan clasped his hand, grabbed his sleeve in distress and wiped his blood, his face was extremely ugly.

His throat was dry, and he swallowed to open his mouth. "What's wrong? Is there any injury?"

Du Junhe shook his head, held Shen Shuan's hand tightly, suppressed the desire to cough up blood with all his strength, and said with difficulty: "Ayun..."

"I know, I will save Ayun, you first? Let me heal your wounds."

Shen Shu'an let him hold him, and pressed him into his arms with his other empty hand, then held his wrist and channeled spiritual power to him.

Spiritual power entered the veins of his body, and Shen Shu'an found that the breath in his body was extremely disordered, and there was still a black mist running around in it.

After half an hour, Du Junhe finally felt much better, and he no longer felt the itching in his throat.He also relaxed his body, leaning against Shen Shuan to breathe.

After breathing evenly, he realized that many disciples stared at him.His face was reddish, and he wanted to get up with an awkward expression, but before he moved, Shen Shuan stopped him and pushed him back.

Shen Shu'an: "Stay well."

Du Junhe wanted to refute habitually, but when he saw the worry in his eyes, he suppressed it again.

Chen Shuangsheng squatted down beside him, and asked worriedly: "Brother Jun He, are you okay? How did you get hurt like this?"

Du Junhe paused, looked at the white shirt on his body that was almost dyed red, and sighed helplessly.

In fact, he wasn't seriously injured? It was just that he was hit by Chi Yan's palm, and the devilish energy in that palm accidentally got into his body through his throat, which made him cough up blood non-stop.

That's why he doesn't like to wear white, he doesn't tolerate dirt, and makes people worry.

He coughed, wanted to clear his throat? He spoke again, but felt his wrists being clenched.Looking up, she saw that Shen Shu'an's eyes became more worried.

"I'm fine!"

Not only answering Chen Shuangsheng, but also comforting Shen Shuan.

Shen Shuan loosened his hand, but still clasped his wrist. "Why are you alone?"

Du Junhe's face collapsed, showing disgust. "Seeing that I have a persistent cough, those idiots said they were going to find a doctor for me. They are all out of their minds. Can ordinary doctors cure me? I was born speechless, so I had to let them go."

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感谢在2020-11-2321:14:47~2020-11-2413:01:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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