The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Heart is not beating.

After all, it doesn't grow out of flesh and blood, and its specific function is different from that of ordinary people, so the shape is still slightly different from ordinary hearts, but the size is just right.There are still blue flames around, and the net fire has not been extinguished.

Now only a shell has been made, and there are still processes that have not been completed.

Holding the rudimentary shape of the heart, Yan Jinping carefully controlled the flames and made fine adjustments while moving his fingers.

The small bottle on the table had no cap, and following his movements, a drop of blood intertwined with black and gold flew out from the bottle.The blood was spinning non-stop, and soon touched the flames around the heart, as if some kind of fuel had been added to the flame, the clear blue color of the Jinghuo turned into a strong and dazzling golden color, and the fire grew stronger , wrapped up the newborn heart.

The heart, which was originally just a layer of blue fire on the surface, turned into a ball of fire in an instant, obediently hanging on Yan Jinping's palm, and began to contract regularly.

Every time it beats, more flames are pumped out, and the sporadic flames fall to the ground and go out, like tiny flowers.

Shen Lianxing had been watching with bated breath, and now finally found an opportunity to ask cautiously, "Is this considered... done?"

"Not yet." Yan Jinping shook his head. This series of actions was not complicated and didn't take him much effort. Seeing that Shen Lianxing seemed a little nervous, he smiled and raised his heart in front of him, "Touch ?”

Shen Lianxing frowned.

When is it, where is the time to do this!

He felt that he had never been so worried in his life, even breathing subconsciously, and he couldn't bear to really blame him, so he frowned and stared at Yan Jinping without any deterrent force, and stretched out his hand to protect the heart, for fear of Yan Jinping One fell to the ground without being caught: "Don't make trouble, hurry up..."

Patriarch Shen was in a state of chaos, and his three-inch tongue was closed for a day today, and he stumbled a bit when he could speak normally. He managed to organize his words, and then continued: "Then what, hurry up and fix it——no, hurry up..."

Yan Jinping couldn't hold back after all, tilted his head and laughed happily.

Shen Lianxing was furious, and finally realized that this person was teasing him, so he glared sternly and concluded, "You're so mad at me!"

When is it, he still has the time to joke, isn't the one who was seriously injured his Yan Jinping's sweetheart?

Shen Jiaism was filled with indignation and caution, his whole body was full of contradictions, and his expression was indescribably tangled.

The hand is still stretched out, protecting it beside the heart, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"I was wrong." Yan Jinping's original worry disappeared in a short while, and he simply admitted his mistake, and raised his heart forward again, "It's okay, it's really okay, this is not so easily damaged .It is only now that I can take a closer look at it. This is a rare opportunity. You really don’t want to try it?”

Shen Lianxing: "..."

He simply didn't know what to say, but his mood inexplicably calmed down under Yan Jinping's questioning, so he stopped worrying about what he had and what he didn't, and really stretched out his hand, tentatively approaching his heart.

Thick golden flames pulsatingly rubbed against his fingers, but it wasn't hot, just slightly warm, close to body temperature.

Shen Lianxing stretched his fingers forward a little more, and finally touched the surface of the heart.

It was a very strange touch.

The surface of the heart is smooth and somewhat elastic, and with his touch it sinks a little bit, and there is a very vigorous and vigorous beating under his hand.

Like some kind of sleeping animal.

Shen Lianxing didn't dare to use force, so he let go of his hand after touching it lightly, and said softly, "...that's fine."

Yan Jinping raised his other hand, snapped his fingers in the air, and the last wine jar on the table flew up unsteadily, right above his heart, then tilted slowly, pouring the wine inside into his heart superior.

This is the last step.

As soon as the spirits touched the surface of the heart, the heart suddenly stopped beating, followed by contraction, and then stopped for a moment after shrinking to the extreme, the surrounding golden flames were slowly sucked into the heart.

After a dazzling light, the flames no longer existed, and the heart returned to its original size and started beating again.

It's just that the pouring of wine still hasn't stopped.

Since it is necessary to wash, it is natural to wash thoroughly from the inside to the outside.

This is strong wine. Although no one has tasted it, its strength is beyond doubt. The clear liquid slowly envelops the whole heart. It was colorless and transparent when it was first poured on it, but it turned into a kind of mist when it flowed down The gray mist dripped down Yan Jinping's palm and disappeared before touching the ground.

Jiuquan will never fall to the ground.

Yan Jinping didn't stop pouring the wine until the color of the falling wine would not change.

The wine jar was already empty, and he put it back on the table with a wave of his hand.

Shen Lianxing watched intently, his heart had completely become normal, beating slowly, regularly and powerfully in Yan Jinping's hands.

"It's over." Yan Jinping concluded, "It's still a success."

He has an almost terrifying control over the flames, and the materials he chooses are more or less fire-attributed, and none of the expected difficulties have arisen. So far, the process has been smooth.

But Yan Jinping's expression did not relax, on the contrary, he glanced at Shen Lianxing without any trace, and sighed again.

"Can't you go out for a while?" He tried to discuss with Shen Lianxing again, "Just for a while, soon."

"What are you going out for?" Shen Lianxing suddenly realized something in the middle of speaking, and frowned, "Wait, are you going to—"

How do I get this thing where it should be?

Yan Jinping didn't wait for him to finish asking.

He has been anticipating this moment from the moment he started looking for materials. He has rehearsed what he should do thousands of times in his heart, and he knows that he cannot escape. Since he has to do it sooner or later, it is better to finish it sooner.

He just didn't want to do this in front of Shen Lianxing out of a delicate mood.

Since Shen Lianxing refused to avoid it no matter what...

With his left hand, Yan Jinping pulled the skirt of his clothes a little bit, and with his right hand, he wiped the air, pulled out the bone, and turned his wrist subtly half a circle in the air, then turned his body sideways, with half of his back facing Shen Lianxing, and then the blade was very fast on the chest. A deep puncture was made on the old scar, and then it was cut down sharply, and the tip of the knife was picked again, picking out a piece accurately.

The thing jingled twice on the ground, and finally landed at Shen Lianxing's feet.

It is the soul of the spring, the surface is as smooth as before, but the luster is dull and a little cracked, it doesn't look like white jade now, but it looks like a stone that has been rounded by someone.

Yan Jinping struck quickly, and there was no blood on his face.

Shen Lianxing subconsciously lowered his head to look, there were some winding ravines on this small stone, which were entangled in a mysterious way, it should be the spell that Shen Yuansi asked someone to carve back then.

It has been spinning with high intensity for too long, even if it is not picked out, it will not last long.

Yan Jinping's movements were too fast and neat, and he turned around again, Shen Lianxing didn't react immediately, the first thought in his mind was: just order a small thing to support his whole body's activities, no wonder He didn't want to move, no wonder he was in pain.

Enough for what?

The second thought that followed was - what did he do?

Yan Jinping's body shook.

He didn't have time to think about Shen Lianxing's thoughts now, the bones were very sharp, cutting flesh like mud, before he felt the pain, his body was cold.

The irresistible coolness from the heart spread along the meridians to the limbs and bones, like some kind of cold reptile, burrowing into the bones along the hole, slowly devouring his flesh and spirit.

This feels all too familiar.

Yan Jinping adjusted his breathing, and in the blink of an eye, long and severe pain swept his whole body, not only the pain, but also accompanied by the rapid loss of physical strength, the skin and flesh around the wound took half a beat to react, and the warm blood dripped Tick ​​tock seeped out, and then the blood flowed profusely, he lost the support he had always had, and his body even began to twitch unconsciously.

——It doesn't matter, this is already much better than last time, and he can bear it.

Yan Jinping only snorted once at the very beginning, and then he didn't make any extra sounds, but his breathing was obviously much heavier, one after another, stretching without limit.

Pain is not something that can be overcome simply by enduring it.

It's just a change of heart, there is no need to make heartbreaking and tearful, he doesn't like that, it's too ugly.

He has more important things to do now than to die or live for some pain.

Yan Jinping barely maintained a sliver of clarity, controlled his trembling hands with what little reason he had left, lifted up the mass of warm, weakly throbbing flesh and stuffed it through the hole in his chest, and squeezed it tightly. Then he covered the wound and resigned himself to leaning on the beauty's couch.

He was really out of strength. The blow just now actually only took a short moment, but it almost consumed all of Yan Jinping's physical strength.

He had done everything he could, and all he had to do was wait.

Fortunately, the result did not make him wait too long.

The brand-new heart successfully returned to its place, and quickly started to work. First, it established a close connection with his body, and then a little golden flame that I had just seen burned out along the edge of the wound, slowly repairing the wound. The flesh he dissected.

Yan Jinping is a fire in itself, but it is suitable for Jinghuo.

Shen Lianxing held his breath, his voice almost changed its tone, and asked nonsense: "...does it hurt?"

Yan Jinping looked as if he had been fished out of the water, with a lock of long hair sticking wetly to his face, his complexion was strangely pale, except for his thick lips, like a water ghost who had just landed on the shore.

He closed his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly, and said weakly: "What do you think?"

How can it not hurt?

Tunan didn't hold back when he dug out his heart, and it ran through from the back to the front of the chest, but no matter how big the wound was, after more than ten years, it should have healed by now.There was only a hideous scar left in that place, sealing the spring soul inside.

Now he cut it alive again with his own hands, pried out the replacement heart dripping with blood, and put a new one in it that I don't know if it will work...

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is too late.

The wound was too deep, and it wouldn't be able to be repaired in a short while. Even now, his whole body was immersed in fine pain, which was as heavy as a cobweb, and he couldn't break free.

However, when Boss Yan was concerned about his own affairs, he was overbearing, and he succeeded in switching his mind from left to right. He forgot about the pain before his scar healed, and he was in a nonsense mood: "I told you to come and follow me. Don't blame me for being scared."

Shen Lianxing didn't speak, but slowly and carefully bent down to hug him.

The author says:

Shen Lianxing: You, you, you are so mad at me!

Yan Jinping: Hey, altar.

Me: What's the matter, before six o'clock in the morning counts as today!