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

When he came back to his senses, Yan Lin was already standing in the backyard of the West Wing, surrounded by lush spiritual grass, full of vitality, and the fragrance of green grass in his breath seemed to be no different from what he remembered.

But among the many spiritual woods and flowers, there was only a small red feather flower in the west corner, which was gorgeous and abrupt, as if he was standing alone in it, silent but made people feel a little out of place.

An Jinnian's words seemed to be still in his ears.

He stared at the beaded red feather in rapt attention, but raised his fingertips in a trance and landed between his eyebrows, and the white satin was blown up by the wind and fell in front of his eyes.

The mind and soul have melted, presumably the other party has already known of his existence.

He didn't understand why God made such a fool of himself.

Why did he think of memories that shouldn't exist.

Why would that bloody sharp blade be his master, how can he hold on to it now?

Do you have to pretend that you don't know everything and deceive yourself?Then what is the difference between him and his cowardly self before, he dared not, retreated in the same way, and the revenge he kept talking about stopped here.

"What does the little girl want to eat today, I'll have someone prepare it. The young master said he would take good care of you, so you can't neglect it." A servant girl's voice came from the house not far ahead, and Yan Lin raised his head and looked Through the half-covered window, two figures can be seen inside, one of which is the figure of a child.

"...No, I'm not hungry." The childish voice replied.

It was the sound of the little bell. By the way, he placed the child in the West Wing.

With his fingertips away from the space between his eyebrows, he walked towards the room, his steps were light and silent.

Then she said softly: "Can I go to my brother? He promised me that he would stay with me all the time. "

Yan Lin's feet stagnate.

"Young master has a lot of business recently, I'm afraid I won't be able to spare time, if you want to see him, I'll ask you today." The waiter thought she was talking about Yan Lin, so he answered casually.

But Yan Lin knew that the brother she was talking about was not him.

His hands and feet were bound all at once, and he turned around timidly. He was not the person she wanted to see, so how could he look directly into those expecting eyes.

He still owes Little Bell an answer.

He clenched the hand by his side in a flash, a ray of light was hidden in his silent eyes, spiritual power swept across the surrounding spirit trees, flowers and plants like waves, and they trembled in awe.

He was already standing in front of the abyss, there was no way ahead, no way to retreat, and there was only bottomless darkness under his feet. What he needed to do now was to jump down and see the monster under the darkness clearly before his body was smashed to pieces.

This life is his last bargaining chip.

I can't keep losing, and I can't disappear silently like dust.

He turned around, looked in the direction of Yanjin Bieyuan, and took a step.

Just when he was about to take the second step, there was a heat between his brows, as if he had been scalded by a branding iron, and he felt infinite spiritual power rushing up, slightly hot, and the hidden sword pattern was also revealed at this moment When it came out, a trace of sword intent burst out from it, and there were bursts of tingling pain from the position of the phoenix egg. He staggered a few steps, bent down and stroked his forehead.

This is--

Phoenix eggs?Or Shi Yuan?

The intense pain hit him, and he couldn't help snorting softly. He immediately used his spiritual power to disperse the meridians to dispel the sudden sword intent.

But the pain came on quickly and disappeared quickly, and it faded away like a tide in a few moments. If it wasn't for the remaining bursts of pain, he would feel that it was just an illusion.

He stood firm and pressed his chest. Could it be that he really ran out of time.

Yan Lin's eyes sank, and a cold glint flashed across his eyes, and he flew in the direction of Yan Jin.

As soon as he arrived at his courtyard, he saw a person pushing open the door and coming out. He fixed his eyes on Lin Yanzhi, and saw that he looked depressed and had red eyes, as if he had cried. He walked out the door and looked up, and found that the person standing in front of him was Yan Lin froze for a moment, bit his lips and turned away, didn't say a word, just left on his own.

Yan Lin looked at the direction he was leaving without making a sound.

When he was competing with the head of the Hong family at Yanjin before, he found that Lin Yanzhi looked nervous and worried. If Lin Qi hadn't held him back, he would have wished to step forward with his sword to help.

Now that the matter has calmed down, but he still didn't forget to come and ask his brother Yiqing, so it seems that in this life, he still has his heart set on his good brother.

However, judging by his pear blossoms and rainy appearance, it must be that the result just now was not smooth.

Yan Lin walked into the room, only to find that Yan Jin was standing in front of the desk. There was a copper-colored incense burner on the table, with white smoke curling up, full of the smell of sandalwood, thick and a little greasy, he was not used to smelling it.

Hearing the sound, the person standing turned around, saw that it was him, and smiled, "You're here."

"Hmm." He nodded.

He didn't talk too much nonsense, and explained his thoughts directly to the point. Yan Jin's expression changed from relaxed at the beginning to serious later, and the atmosphere became more and more dull. After the explanation, he thought that this person would definitely directly She refused him, but unexpectedly, he stared at him for a long while before replying with a word.

"it is good."

It was too simple and direct, Yan Lin was stunned instead.

Yan Jin smiled slightly, walked a few steps closer, stood in front of him, gently pulled his black hair that fell on his chest behind her, and then put her hands on his shoulders.

"But I have one condition."

Yan Lin then raised his eyes.

"I want to be with you."

Together?

He couldn't help frowning slightly, thinking in his heart, but still pretending not to understand his plan: "The troubles in the mansion have just recovered, and there are still many things to deal with. If my brother leaves, it will not be that they have lost their backbone, and they will have something to take advantage of." chance."

Yan Jin shook: "The Haoran Immortal Mansion is a foregone conclusion in the eyes of outsiders. Those who want to touch us on the surface have no way to do it. We are useless in the dark. To put it nicely, it is called dodging a catastrophe, no It sounds good, but it's like broken stones..."

"No one is interested in Haoran Immortal Mansion now, but you are different..." Those dark eyes stared at him, as if sighing a little: "I never thought...that thing would be on you..."

Yan Lin lowered his eyes, turned around and walked towards the window, his hand on his shoulder fell away, Yan Jin glanced at it, retracted his hand, put it in his sleeve, and followed him all the time.

After a moment of silence, the person standing by the window said, "It's just a coincidence."

a long time.

"Don't worry, if you don't want to say it, I won't ask, but I'm very happy..."

A gust of breeze blowing in from the window disturbed the white smoke from the incense burner, his clear and pleasant voice was as gentle as the sun, his mouth was smiling, his eyes were sinking like water, his gentle appearance seemed to see through everything without saying anything, keeping a suitable distance .

"I'm glad you can trust me."

Yan Lin's expression changed, and he turned to look at him.

The word trust was too precious to him, and he was too cautious. Even if the secret of the phoenix egg would not be kept, but now that he told him, he had already trusted this person.

It's really... well, the scar forgets the pain.

However, he always felt that the person standing in front of him could be trusted... After all, he had nothing to lose except the phoenix egg.