The God[Quick Transmigration]

"Master..."

At this time, the man's eyes were so dark that there was almost silence, and even the light could not penetrate. He pressed the naked/naked/naked young man against the cold stone wall bit by bit, and his scarlet tongue was there. Walking around the warm and tender body, "...you shouldn't force me."

"..."

Under the confinement of the man, the bare/naked/clothed plain body froze between the cold stone wall and the man's chest, sensing the dangerous aura revealed by the increasingly uncontrollable black mist around him, Shen Fan There is no doubt that if he teases a little more, he will be able to force the person in front of him to tear himself up and swallow him.Now he just wants to take out the other half of the soul that should be sleeping in this person's body and shake it around violently for a few times—how about the clear definition of the good and the bad? ! ——What about the promise of cutting off love? !

"—you're thinking about someone else..."

The man's deep voice suddenly approached again. Before Shen Fan could react to the meaning of this sentence, he felt a sudden piercing pain from the position of his collarbone, and his figure couldn't help but shudder slightly. ;The next second, a sudden feeling slowly entangled into the body from the location of the severe pain just now.

Shen Fan glanced down.

The skin that was originally as white as snow was stained with a mysterious ink color, the ink color seemed to be alive, like a seed that had penetrated into the fertile soil—Shen Fan witnessed it slowly stretching and gradually forming branches, and finally formed on the collarbone. A dark purple flower is outlined on the white of the place.

He could even feel that the tattoo-like flower had roots, and that root plunged into his heart the moment the flower bloomed.

The appearance of this flower is coquettish and charming, and it is difficult to move people's eyes away once they fall on it. Shen Fan looked at the shape of this flower and felt that it seemed a little familiar.

The man seemed to know his doubts, and it was still difficult to see any obvious emotions on his face, except for a look of satisfaction hidden in his eyes——

"From today on, Master, you belong to me alone."

Shen Fan: "..."

——The one in front of me, apart from having no expression, is it really that kind-hearted dog? Are you not mistaken?

It's just that the man's words flashed through his mind like a shooting star, as if some familiar information flashed by, but there was a layer of film that couldn't be pierced.

Shen Fan simply raised his eyes to look at the other party, with a lazy and invariable smile: "What is this flower?"

"Mandala."

The man's voice was deep and sweet, and there was even a trace of rare satisfaction in his tone. His eyes, which were staring closely at Shen Fan, were full of settled emotions, "If one day I come to the foot of the Immemorial Gate of Immortals, and you pierce through It, I can only die for you."

"..."

At this moment, Shen Fan grabbed the tail of the meteor——

The love flower mandala is a strange spiritual thing in the devil world - buried in the ground for a thousand years, sprouting for a thousand years, sprouting for a thousand years, budding for a thousand years, and blooming for a thousand years.

Pick it up by the roots at the moment of flowering, and refine it into the body in a hundred days. From then on, it is no different from the magic weapon of life, dedicated to defense.

And this strange flower has attracted the favor of many monks. This flower can be planted in the body of other monks by the monk who refined it. It is the heart that is eaten away by thousands of ants.It's just that once this flower is planted into the other person's body, and it becomes rooted in the heart, if this person dies afterward, the person who originally refined it with the essence and blood of his own life will indeed have to die together.

"It can protect you, but it can also hurt you." The man's fingertips were slightly cool, and he slowly stroked the shape of the flower. After a while, he raised his eyes, and there was still some residual smile in his eyes. He said, "Master, from today onwards, you can save yourself as a servant."

"Aside from you, I won't be able to touch any living things from now on?"

A stern look flashed in the man's eyes: "Why, why is Master still unwilling?"

"Of course I'm not reconciled." Shen Fan struggled in the other's arms, but couldn't get out. Finally, he could only look at him with a bit of annoyance and pursed his lips, "From now on, you can flirt with those Gu Wentan, Li Wentan, Song Wentan... Sweet love, I can only guard a dead thing in this cave and not have any fun?"

The man's expression remained unchanged: "Master, you should already know why I want to teach him swordsmanship."

"..."

Shen Fan paused, feeling a little helpless—the topic that he originally wanted to avoid seemed to be picked up and discussed, "Do you want to destroy the Immemorial Sect?"

"Originally." Huaijin said calmly.

Shen Fan asked: "What about now?"

"..." Huai Jin paused for a second this time, Shen Fan saw a smile flashing across the other party's eyes in this second - "Look at you, Master."

"Do you threaten me?"

The smile remained unchanged, Shen Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"..."

The man's hand was originally resting on the mandala on Shen Fan's chest, but now it slid down gently, brushing over the cherry pink dogwood and the thin waistline, but when it was about to go down, it It was grabbed by Shen Fan.

Huai Jin looked up at him: "Master?"

"..."

Shen Fan's face became slightly hot, and he subconsciously conjured up a suit of clothes to cover his body.

Such an obtrusive scene made the man twitch the corner of his lower lip in a good mood, and before Shen Fan saw it, he flattened it again.

As if remembering something, Huai Jin hesitated for a second before asking: "Master's body...has anyone touched it before?"

"You don't know?" Shen Fan was stunned, and then understood, his expression became a little more awkward for no reason.

Huai Jin's complexion changed, and the palms that were close to the opponent's waistline suddenly tightened, and he pulled the person tightly to the upper body, almost crushing the pronunciation of each word: "That person touched you?!"

Shen Fan: "..."

——It seems that the things before someone's reincarnation have been completely forgotten, and Shen Fan doesn't know how to explain why the legendary patriarch of the ancient immortal sect who has passed through the sky and passed away will be reincarnated into the body of a cultivator from the demon world .

The magic flame that had been quiet and almost converged to nothing suddenly rose around the man's body again, and this time it seemed to be fueled by pouring a hundred liters of gasoline, so that Shen Fan could even feel the flame that was almost overwhelming the cave. The coldness that is swallowed up by the rich spiritual energy and the scorching heat of contradictions.

"That's all in the past..."

Shen Fan shifted his gaze.

Huai Jin's hands were clenched into fists at his waistline: "...why didn't I get you sooner—"

"You can't change what happened ten thousand years ago."

"..."

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, it only took a moment for Huaijin to teleport him directly and put him on the couch, the black pupils seemed to be burning with flames, seeing that the robe that had just been transformed was about to reappear Once away from the body, Shen Fan raised his hand and pressed Huai Jin's wrist——

"Tomorrow morning is the martial arts competition for new disciples. I don't think you can stop."

The man's eyes were deep: "...then don't stop."

Before the words finished, the robe on Shen Fan's body was torn in two and flew aside.

"The past is the past, and no one else will touch me in the future—well——"

The rest of the voice disappeared into the long or short or high or low groans/groans that gradually rose thereafter.

This cave, which had been silent for endless years, once again shook the couch which was not very firm for some reason.The charming snow fox has moved the same person for the first time in thousands of years, and fell into the sinking spring that fills the room.

……

The martial arts competition on the second day started at [-] o'clock, and seeing that the hourglass for the timekeeping was almost gone, in the seats of the new disciples, the leader's seat was still empty and no one was seen.

It was only when there was only the last incense stick left from the martial arts meeting, and all the disciples had arrived, that no one saw a familiar plain robe and Tsing Yi walking towards here.

Originally, he wanted to look away after sweeping his eyes, but the whiteness in the man's arms immediately attracted countless attentions, and many disciples forgot to look back.

——It is not uncommon to raise animal pets, but firstly, new disciples rarely meet powerful combat partners, and it is difficult to take care of their own practice and animal pets; secondly, even if they want to cooperate with themselves, the regulations There is no prohibition here, and most of the disciples still have a beast control order for pets to live in.

Therefore, in the huge scene, Huai Jin was the only one with the beast pet beside him—and he was still in his arms, with the big snow-white fox tail lazily wrapped around his neck, looking cute and lazy, It really doesn't look like one that can be brought into battle.

Although the disciples were surprised, they didn't have too much emotion, but those who were in the first place - including Master Qingyun, the head of the Xianmen sect, and several elders of the same generation couldn't help but twitched their eyebrows slightly and looked at each other for a few minutes. eyes, and saw similar emotions in each other's eyes at the same time——

... If they remember well, it seems that the original form of the little master is a snow fox?

As a disciple, holding the master—not to mention staying in the ancient fairy gate, even looking at the entire spiritual world from ancient times to the present, I am afraid I have never heard of it.

If this gets out, where will the face of the First Immortal Sect go?

So the head of the sect and several elders of the same generation retracted their gazes at the same time, pretending to be calm, as if like those disciples and low-ranking elders, they didn't know what kind of existence that snow-white cunning fox was, and they didn't salute, didn't move, didn't speak .

Sitting calmly with her master in her arms, Huai Jin calmly waited for the start of the martial arts competition.

Xuehu also curled up in his arms very obediently, resting with his eyes closed——

He would never say anything about being tossed until he turned into his original form and escaped catastrophe, and he never wanted to bring it up again.

...He just wants to bring out the other half of that person's soul and teach him what it means to be precise, honest, and honest...

Just as Shen Fan's thoughts were wandering and he was about to fall into a deep sleep, the tips of his snow-white ears moved, and he caught the warm and embarrassing voice from beside him——

"Eldest brother, I asked you about your sword moves yesterday, and there is one thing I still don't understand... Please give me some pointers."

"..."

Huai Jin silently suffered a merciless bite from a snow fox curled up in front of him on his forearm.