After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The smile on the corner of his mouth quickly faded, as if it existed for a moment and disappeared for a moment. He stared at Yan Lin intently, walked to the door unhurriedly, stood in front of him, and lowered his head slightly.

The appearance of being bullied just now has disappeared, and the mask of camouflage has also been taken off, as if what I saw with my own eyes was just an illusion.

An Jinnian was about the same age as him, but was half a head taller than him. Looking down at him at this moment, he felt a bit oppressive for no reason.

After fighting for two lifetimes, how could Yan Lin be afraid of him, his light brown eyes looked straight at him without flinching.

The face is fair with thin red, the eyebrow line is smooth and not sharp, the bridge of the nose is straight, the lip line outlines a good lip shape, a warm and pure face.

But the pair of different pupils are deeply confusing, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, and the red pupils seem to be stained with blood, adding a bit of the opposite color to the originally kind and slightly weak face.

Contradictory and dangerous.

A person can switch between two extremely different auras, sometimes gentle and harmless, sometimes cold and bloodthirsty.

As long as he wants, he can fool anyone, and no one can see through the cold reality under his hypocritical mask.

For some reason, these words sounded in Yan Lin's ears again in a trance.

'A worthy death is your only value. '

The emotions suppressed for a long time in the chest suddenly surged, as if they had suddenly found their target.

His pupils moved slightly, his heart accelerated, and his blood was buzzing with excitement as if being ignited by a raging fire.

Naturally, this trace of fluctuation cannot escape someone's eyes. He stared at Yan Lin, but said something else in his mouth: "They bully people so much, why don't you speak for me."

Yan Lin was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help looking at him with some doubts, bullying?

who?him?

Is he telling a joke?

The word bullying has nothing to do with him. He was just pretending to be pitiful just now to satisfy his own bad taste.

Because he is used to wearing masks of all kinds, pitiful, innocent, gentle, only when you take them off with your own hands, you will find out how terrifying his original appearance is.

You are just being lied to.

After all, he has experienced it himself. In the first life, he was deceived by his pitiful appearance, and he was played around. He didn't see his true face until he died.

Thinking about it, he let out a breath in his heart.

Who made him a pustule in his first life.

Yan Lin chuckled lightly: "It's the first time I've met you, and I don't know what happened to you before, so why should you speak up for me? If you wrong someone else, wouldn't it be a sin?"

He didn't take it seriously, but just bent down and pressed his body down, narrowing the distance between the two of them. He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Really, I thought, you came to find me."

A child from an aristocratic family, coming here for the first time, how could he randomly wander into the disciple's backyard, and get lost by such a coincidence, and even more coincidentally, he got lost in his courtyard.

Seeing him being bullied by others and not coming forward to help, but standing aside and looking at the show, no matter how you look at it, he has ulterior motives.

Yan Lin raised the corners of his mouth to meet his gaze, sure enough, a smart person's brain turns fast no matter what time, and he can't be full.

strong enough!

"I heard that the Yunjing Sect has a 20-year-old alchemist genius, so I came here to take a look." He said directly, giving a reason, then swept his eyes up and down, paused, and shook his head regretfully Said: "However, it's a pity...just an insignificant servant."

What Yan Lin said was straightforward, clearly aimed at belittling him.

Since he doesn't even pretend, he should save himself some effort and be too lazy to act.

Originally, when I met this person, he also felt guilty when acting, because no matter how you hide it, he can peel off the hypocrisy and see your true soul, so there is no need to do useless work.

Sure enough, a cold look crossed his face in the next second.

He has always hated the word 'servant'.

Yan Lin didn't show any restraint. Looking at his cold face, facing his eyes, he let himself lean against the door behind him with a relaxed look: "Why, you still want to fight with me?"

An Jinnian stared at him without saying a word.

"Didn't you see the clothes I'm wearing? If you really hit me, even the third lady can't protect you." Yan Lin spoke in an upbeat tone, very arrogant, without the cultivation of a child of an aristocratic family, insisting on sticking to his dandyism to the end.

As a dandy, one should have the appearance of a dandy, whoever is least to be messed with must be provoked, and the feeling of showing off one's power should also be experienced.

The air was quiet for a few seconds. An Jinnian stood up straight and distanced himself, the coldness in his eyes remained the same, and the slightest displeasure could be heard in his low voice: "How dare you say..."

The same tone and expression as in the previous life, the familiar feeling aroused Yan Lin's rebellious psychology immediately, and he raised his eyes to look at him: "Why don't you dare to say that, with the current you, you can't touch me at all."

As soon as the words fell, before Yan Lin had time to react, he felt a shadow coming, his neck was tightly held against the door, his breath was caught in his hands, he instinctively raised his head slightly, and met the pair of deep Complex red eyes.

"You seem to know me well."

The breath fell by his ears, in stark contrast to the cool hands. The hot and humid temperature made his heart tremble, as if every hair stood on end, but he couldn't care less.

This speed, this momentum, is clearly in the middle stage of Jindan——!

This monster——!

Yan Lin stared at him persistently.

He's only 20 years old, and he has this kind of talent. If in the future...he doesn't even dare to think about it.

The other party didn't know what he was thinking, but just looked at his persistent eyes, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes very quickly, and the familiar smile hung on his lips again, and the arc widened a bit: "It's not just understanding... It's familiar...you know me."

An Jinnian said affirmatively.

Afterwards, the interest in those eyes became even more interesting, as if they had discovered something interesting.He raised his other hand and put it on Yan Lin's cheek. The cold and slender hand caressed the line of his jaw. The extremely slow movements seemed to be carefully measuring some precious porcelain.

Yan Lin froze for a moment, the strange feeling made him shudder, his thoughts were confused for a moment, he didn't have time to think about it, his hands were full of spiritual power, and he suddenly hit the opponent's chest, his dark red eyes glanced, decisively Let go of the hand, and the soul sensed the danger instantly, and it turned into a glowing enchantment to wrap him, and retreated back at an extremely fast speed.

When he stood still, he frowned slightly, his expression was unclear, and he looked deeply at the young man in dark blue brocade clothes standing by the door. His spirit dissipated, his tone was calm, with a sense of seriousness beyond his age, and he said calmly: "Your Cultivation is above me."

Yan Lin didn't make a sound, but pursed her lips tightly, her face a bit ugly.

Sure enough, he was still too impulsive...

An Jinnian stood not far away, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate his surface to see the deepest part, and there was nowhere to hide what he was hiding.

The pair of different pupils radiated light, looked at him with interest, smiled, and said leisurely: "Interesting, interesting, really interesting, I didn't expect to hide it so deep, if I didn't just force you to take action, I would I really can't tell." He took two steps forward and said again: "You used the illusion pill..."

At this moment, Yan Lin suddenly realized that perhaps from the very beginning when he came in, he had walked into this person's trap.

Test his trap.

He is extremely conceited, as if everything in this world is a toy for his entertainment, so he often indulges in the process of pursuing excitement, pursuing things that interest him, sometimes in order to achieve the so-called 'fun' he will play hard.

And now, he is his newly discovered toy.

He made a mistake this time, endured the unwillingness in his heart, and after a while, he just said dryly: "What does it have to do with you—"

An Jinnian smiled when he heard the words: "Of course there is something to do, the event is still long, we have plenty of opportunities to get to know each other slowly and deeply..."

He spoke the last few words very slowly, giving people an ambiguous feeling.

Yan Lin turned around, and looked away without a trace, and didn't want to talk to him anymore. The more you talk, the higher the risk.

"I'm not interested in you, and I don't want to know."

After speaking duplicity, he lifted his foot and left, very simply and neatly.