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

The dark room was suddenly opened, and some light came in. Yan Lin frowned, and looked up the black-soled golden boots through the thin golden gauze with silent eyes.

The person who came in was tall and tall, dressed in dark silk and satin, with wide shoulders and a jade belt at the waist. He was wearing a golden moiré coat, his jet-black hair was tied up in a golden crown, and he wore a very familiar ghost face. Rhyme and strong, like the incarnation of the night.

In a room where you can hear needles falling, the sound of footsteps is inaudible, and every step is like stepping on the water.

Yan Lin's heart tightened.

This person's cultivation is probably above the fusion stage, and there are only a handful of monks in the fusion stage in the heavens. Such a person should have a high status here.

Yan Lin loosened his frown and closed his eyes. Since he couldn't beat him, he turned a blind eye. He pretended not to wake up, and leaned his head on the hanging arm.

The stranger's breath gradually approached and stopped in front of the bed.

Listening to her own heartbeat, Yan Lin was inevitably still a little nervous.

But the man didn't move for a while, he seemed to be standing in front of the bed and looking at him through a layer of tulle. In the empty room, he couldn't look at him, and the scent from the tip of his nose was even sweeter.

That gaze lingered on him for a long time, not knowing what he was looking at. Just as he relaxed his control of his breathing, there was a sound of cloth rubbing against his ears.

The man lifted the veil.

Through the black hole in the mask, the profound eyes stared at the person trapped on the bed.

The hands are bound high, and the wide sleeves hang down with the arc, revealing the beautiful jade arms like lotus roots. In this dark room, it seems to be coated with a faint white light, shiny and beautiful, and the long hair is scattered on the shoulders , the bangs were a little more messy, barely falling on the cheeks, and the cool and delicate eyebrows were tightly closed.

She was dressed in an inviolable white dress with silver patterns and a sword suit, against the dark tone of the surroundings, and the red marks on her wrists were a little more charming, as if she had been knocked out of the mortal world and imprisoned here for obscenity.

Extravagance and coldness run opposite each other, but they are extremely captivating.

The man in black raised his hand, his warm fingertips brushed over the ends of Yan Lin's messy bangs, gently pulled the hair back, his fingertips slowly slid down, outlining the arc of the cheek in his hand, and finally the index finger Raising Yan Lin's jaw, raising his face, his deep voice fell in his ears.

"What kind of magical power do you have to make him break the ring and accept you as his apprentice..."

A deep and thick male voice was not unpleasant, even very pleasant. If he had heard it before, he would definitely remember it, but he didn't have any memory in his mind. It seemed familiar and strange at the same time.

Yan Lin didn't wake up, and continued to pretend.

The man in black was even more unscrupulous, lifting his hand to his chin, and gradually walked down along a delicate and beautiful arc, skipped his Adam's apple, and opened the skirt of his shirt, revealing part of his collarbone.

The evil hands didn't stop, and there was even a feeling of continuing to peel off his sword shirt, so Yan Lin couldn't pretend anymore.

Opening his eyes, he looked at him coldly with black eyes like Zhuo Shi, and the vigor in his eyes was not lessened by his current situation.

"...Your Excellency, please respect yourself." Yan Lin said with a suppressed voice.

Seeing that he stopped pretending, the man in black chuckled, and really withdrew his hand, standing by the bed, looking down at him.

Yan Lin pondered for a moment, and decided to speak first: "Your Excellency and I have never met each other before, so I don't know why you mobilized people to arrest you?"

In fact, he had a guess about the man in black, but his face remained calm, even though he was tied up like this, he still maintained the dignity of the Haoran Immortal Mansion.

If it weren't for the current situation, the awe-inspiring look in his eyes would have been a bit magnanimous, but looking at it now, it has an indescribable flavor.

The man in black became more patient, straightened his clothes, and sat by the bed: "Jianzu has been hiding from the world for 1000 years, but recently he quietly took in an apprentice, and even appeared frequently in Zhongtian Realm. It is related to the young master, and I just want to ask him for something, so I can only invite the young master."

Yan Lin's eyes sank, so he was a bait, a bait to attract Shi Yuan.

But even if he hated that person, he didn't want to be a puppet at the mercy of others.

He blew away the fine strands of hair on his cheeks, stared at the person in front of him, his eyes became a little more surly, and the corner of his mouth sneered, slightly mocking with regret: "The news of your Excellency is not well understood, when the senior accepted me as a disciple at the beginning. , but it was because of my father's face, and because I was dying at the time, I came to rescue him. If not, I am afraid that he and I would not know each other... What's more, although I am his apprentice, what can he do? I have never been taught any spell moves."

As he spoke, he glanced at him and said again: "I'm afraid this kind of master in name only doesn't count..."

"So, if you want to blackmail him with me, I'm afraid it's useless. How about I give you an idea, you go and tie up Master Cheng Shuang, maybe he will appear in front of you right away..."

The white ghost mask covered all the emotions of the man in black, Yan Lin couldn't figure out his thoughts, only watched him chuckle after listening to a speech.

"Grumpy."

Immediately afterwards, I heard him say: "But I always only believe in myself. Whether it's true or not, you can tell if you try it."

The smile on the corner of Yan Lin's mouth remained unchanged, but the absurdity did not reach his eyes.

At this moment, the man in black sitting next to him took another step forward, stretched out his black-gloved hand towards him, passed over his face, and took off the silver hair crown on his head.

The crow's feather-like black hair was unrestrained, and instantly poured down. Some of the long hair was scattered behind her, and some fell in front of her body, trying to hide her delicate face.

The cold and dignified young man just now became a little more beautiful in an instant.

Yan Lin's spiritual power was sealed and his hands were tied, so he could only let him move, but the other party's behavior of removing the crown made him frowned, and there was a little heat in his dantian for some reason.

The man in black took a closer look and seemed very satisfied: "The appearance is really good, and there is indeed some authenticity from Mrs. Yan."

Hearing his mother's name, Lin Yi sternly raised his eyes and looked up: "You know my mother...?"

"I'm lucky to have met her once. She has a natural charm. She is a beauty that can be dreamed of at a glance." The man in black replied patiently.

His mother passed away shortly after he was born, and since he was a child, he has never even seen a portrait except for her Qingwan name.

Yan Lin's eyes sharpened.

Being able to meet his mother, then this person's status in Zhongtian Realm should not be low... Then who is he?Why is it the man with the ghost face in black...

The man in black didn't care about Yan Lin's suspicious gaze.

He just opened his mouth: "There is still a good show to be staged later, this time I can only wrong the young master."

As soon as the words fell, he raised his hand again and moved towards his belt. There was a crisp jade buckle sound, and within a moment, the white jade belt was scattered on the bed.

The originally rigorous silver-patterned clothes spread out like white lotuses, revealing the mystery within, white and untouched.

The loose black hair, the cold and dignified face, the high bound wrists, the scattered clothes, the golden curtains, everything outlines a winding picture.

The unraveled white clothes have lost the reserved and proud fairy appearance, which is so captivating. Once you take a look, you will never be able to look away.

Yan Lin's eyes trembled, and he tried his best to stay still, suppressing the feeling of disgust.

"What do you mean?"

The man in black carefully looked at his masterpiece, stood up, pointed to the censer with white smoke rising from the corner, and said, "Young master, you can see the incense in the corner."

Yan Lin frowned and looked over.

"It's called lingering."

"It is a rich and extremely dark fragrance, an aphrodisiac, and there is no medicine in the world to cure it."

Yan Lin's expression froze for a moment, the scent from the tip of his nose was sometimes gentle, sometimes warm, and sometimes light...

aphrodisiac -

Maybe he finally realized that something was wrong, the heat in his dantian suddenly became more intense, surrounding it like a mass of boiling fire.

Yan Lin took a heavy breath.

The originally stretched brows were tightened, and the Youran's eyes were full of obscurity and darkness, deeply suppressing something.

The man in black slowly put down the golden gauze curtain, and the bed returned to its original quiet state when he came in, hazy and charming.

"The young master just said that he doesn't care about you, so let's make a bet."

Yan Lin suppressed her breath and looked up at him.

The man in black raised his hand, and the originally dark room instantly became brighter, as if someone had suddenly lifted the black cloth that shaded the sun, and the light poured in.

Seeing the real scene around Yan Lin, his body froze, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes...

It turns out that this room cannot be regarded as a complete room, because the surrounding is not a wall, but a transparent enchantment. Surrounding the enchantment, a group of men are surrounded, all of them are dressed in rags and their faces are flushed abnormally. All of them are lying on the knot. In the world, pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

In the crimson eyes, there is a naked and aggressive gaze, they are extremely longing for something.

Greedy want to tear him up and swallow him.

"They also got lingering." The man in black explained.

Then, he turned around and looked at Yan Lin, and his cold voice fell on his ears, with a hint of coldness: "If the sword ancestor is really as you said, and he doesn't come, then I will open this barrier and let them Come in."

Yan Lin stared at their ferocious faces, and his heart tightened.

"If he comes and hands over what I want, then this room... only he will come in."

Yan Lin's heart palpitated, he clenched his teeth, and there was unspeakable disgust in the depths of his eyes.

But the voice in the ear continued.

"When the time comes, which is more important, the apprentice he loves and respects, or the ethics he abides by, how should he choose?"

"Whether you come or not, choose or not, it will be a wonderful show...I am looking forward to it."

Obviously the temperature of his body was rising, but he seemed to be thrown into an ice cellar, condensation from head to toe pierced his heart and bones.

This person... wants to completely destroy Shi Yuan.

No matter what he chooses, or if he chooses nothing, what awaits him will be a fall into the abyss.

And myself too...