Master, he is nice and soft

His shoulder was scratched by endless walking corpses, and now Yan Huajing only felt that his old master was really going to be beaten to death.

From the moment he stepped into the room, he obviously felt that something was wrong, but before he had time to retreat, he was dragged to the center of the room by the restraint of the blood bell array.

The Blood Bell Formation, which can forcibly restrict the activities of a monk of his level, might not be easily slack, Yan Huajing's face sank in an instant, and a long sword emitting a faint red light overflowed from his hand.

Now, the ordinary and old room has undergone earth-shaking changes, and I don't know how the setter managed to stuff so many summonable walking corpses, and after one wave, there will be another wave.

Moreover, not long ago, the frequency of those walking corpses was obviously accelerated, and they rushed from all directions. Yan Huajing was already feeling exhausted, and he was scratched on the shoulder without paying attention.

Fortunately, this can be regarded as refreshing for him, and he killed for a long time in one go, and the number of walking corpses in the room gradually decreased, and it seemed that he had almost consumed them.

Only then did he let go of the hand that had been holding his natal sword to Fuling, panting heavily, and kicked the Fuling to the ground as a crutch.

It is estimated that the person who set up the formation has used the spiritual power driven by himself in the formation to trick He Xingzhang and others into the formation, and he has to adjust his state as soon as possible.

But what surprised him was that although he recognized the blood bell array based on his own experience, he never heard the bell.

The illusion of the blood bell array uses the ringing of the bell as an introduction to disturb the minds of those who enter the array, and fabricate illusions that are false. Those who are in the battle, it is a bit of a repayment.

Fuling is a thin and light spirit sword, but it is still strong when he supports it on the ground, which shows that the quality is excellent. At this moment, this good sword that has passed the quality assurance suddenly trembled slightly, shaking Yan Huajing a little bit. Get restless.

Most of the monk's natal sword has aura and is sensitive to evil spirits. Yan Huajing has not forgotten that he is standing in a room surrounded by blood bells, and his spirit that has just relaxed becomes tense again.

But the movement of Fuling was a bit strange. Yan Huajing didn't see Fuling's sword react when he was crawling outside in the early years, but the current vibration always made him feel that it shouldn't mean that danger was coming.

It's more... agitated?

The monk was able to communicate with his natal sword, and Yan Huajing unconsciously changed his mood, breathing steadily and softly, quietly waiting for the thing that caused the mutation to arrive.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a crisp bell ringing.

It's not the illusory ringing of blood bells that confuses people's hearts, but the jingle of bells as crisp as a stream in the forest.

Every sound seemed to hit somewhere deep in his chest, Yan Huajing unconsciously corrected his posture, and looked at the door intently.

As the ringing approached, he felt more and more inexplicably difficult to breathe, and his heartbeat was uncontrollable, as if he was expecting something he had missed for a long time to appear, and he was so nervous that he wanted to press his chest and pant.

The two broken wooden doors were closed tightly, and Yan Huajing saw the red clothes on the man's body outside the window through the hole in the door, which made the other's black hair more eye-catching.

A spell unstoppably broke the restriction on the door, but quietly turned into ashes and fell to the ground a few feet in front of the Yanhua scene.

The wooden door was opened silently, revealing the true face of the man behind.

Yan Huajing suddenly felt that this woman seemed to be more beautiful than everyone he had seen before, especially the strands of black hair that fell beside his ears, which particularly touched his heartstrings.

Ruan Lingyu glanced at the room, and said carelessly:

"If you're not dead, why don't you make a sound?"

……

To be honest, Jiang Yan really didn't want to experience the feeling of excessive blood loss, but what was amazing was that he, a well-known medical practitioner, couldn't even stop the bleeding himself.

The green spiritual power that was sent out seemed to be sent into a bottomless pit, and the blood was still dripping onto the ground. He reckoned that his white cloak would be almost dyed, so he simply laid his corpse on the ground to reduce the consumption of energy and spiritual power , and maybe he can last until He Xingzhang rushes over.

The person who set up the formation was wearing a big black hood, which completely covered most of his face, except for a section of his chin that was so white that it was not human, and Jiang Yan didn't even have a chance to recognize him when he turned into ashes.

Seeing the loss of vitality in his body, Jiang Yan couldn't help but raise his eyes in despair to look at the ceiling, imitating the protagonist of a TV series to express his feelings about life, but suddenly met a face he was very familiar with.

That was He Xingzhang's face, or more accurately, the big He Xingzhang's face.

It's just that at this moment, He Xingzhang is wearing all black and a big hood.

Jiang Yan felt chills all over his body, and he couldn't see the people who set up the formation from the corner of his eye, so the suspicion in his heart was finally confirmed.

The He Xingzhang in front of him squatted down, stretched out his hand silently to avoid his wound, and hugged him into his arms. Immediately, Jiang Yan felt that the wound on his back was infused with some familiar spiritual power, and the injury turned from negative all at once. It's sunny.

He was stiff, but He Xingzhang seemed to be aware of this, he tightened his arms a little bit aggrieved, and rubbed against his neck.

Jiang Yan suddenly softened his heart, he would do this gesture every time He Xingzhang was with him, no matter what, the He Xingzhang at this moment was his He Xingzhang, he could recognize it.

He lost a lot of blood, his mouth was so dry, he opened his mouth to speak but only uttered a hoarse whisper, He Xingzhang panicked, hugged him horizontally and stood up, but froze on the spot not knowing what to do.

What's going on, Jiang Yan's heart was so soft that he didn't know what to do, so he could only swallow hard to moisten his throat, hugged He Xingzhang's neck and whispered comfort: "I'm fine, don't worry."

He Xingzhang was so cold, he couldn't help but want to warm him up, but unfortunately he was also feeling cold all over, so he could only shrink into the other's chest with all his strength, his heart shaking so much that he didn't know whether it was distressed or confused.

Why did He Xingzhang appear here like this, and his body is still so cold, what should he do?What should He Xingzhang do?

The person holding him still didn't seem to be able to calm down, his cold forehead was pressed against him, and the arms that passed through his back hugged him tighter.

Obviously the person in front of him didn't have any mood swings, but Jiang Yan could feel the other party's anxiety.

He picked up a little strength, raised his head and kissed those cold lips, with a little pity and comfort.

He Xingzhang seemed to pause for a moment before releasing his tight lips, and Jiang Yan was able to penetrate into the cold mouth, but he really didn't have the strength, it was He Xingzhang who took the initiative in a timely manner to send this cold and gentle kiss Finish.

"I'm really fine..." Jiang Yan's mouth was moistened a little, and he regained his usual voice, touching the back of He Xingzhang's neck and whispering.

He Xingzhang comprehended and half-hugged him back to the ground again, put him on his lap which was somewhat hotter than the ground, and sent out spiritual power to heal Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan, who was gradually turning angry, sat in He Xingzhang's arms and took off the corner of his cloak. His clothes were covered in blood, so he had to change them quickly, otherwise it would be troublesome when the blood scabbed.

He untied his hairband, motioned He Xingzhang to lower his head, and covered his eyes, "You don't have to do this when you fully recover."

He Xingzhang let him tie the hairband, and the spiritual power in his hand was still continuously sent into Jiang Yan's body.

When he could see again, Jiang Yan had already changed into a light blue dress.

Suddenly his expression became a little painful, but he didn't make a sound, he just frowned, buried his head on Jiang Yan's shoulder, and still healed Jiang Yan with his fingers at a distance.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Yan panicked a little. Although he originally wanted to use this dress to test whether He Xingzhang would respond, but when he really saw He Xingzhang suffering, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"What's the matter? Is it hard? Are you talking to me? Xingzhang!"

Just as he was about to support He Xingzhang's head to take a good look at his face, he heard a loud bang from the door behind him, and the sound of an object breaking through the air and rushing towards him stopped abruptly not far behind.

He Xingzhang in front of him set up a barrier for him, and the extremely faint blue light dissipated after blocking the flying broken wooden door.

He hurriedly wanted to grab He Xingzhang's hand to check his internal condition, but when he tightened his waist, he was hugged tightly by the other party, his cheek was pressed against his slightly icy chest, and for a moment he couldn't hear the heartbeat inside.

Subconsciously, he gripped the fabric of the other's chest tightly, and pressed close to the chest in front of him. Finally, he heard a weak and steady heartbeat, and he was slightly relieved.

"Master!"

This cry brought Jiang Yan back from the short-term absence after the haste and panic. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the young man standing at the door, and then realized how weird and terrible the current situation was.

Two He Xingzhangs appeared in the same time and space at the same time, but one was a complete body and the other was a semi-mature body.

What kind of strange scene is this that seems to be a tauren? !

What did He Xingzhang do after he was half dead?How did the ego split?Still deformed?

Xiao He was obviously mad with anger, no matter how lightly he carried Sanqi 21, he wanted to come over and hug his master back, and Da He here also hugged Jiang Yan tighter without giving in, but other than that There is no other action outside.

Jiang Yan's head was hurting suddenly, so he had to struggle for his arm, and the arm around him was loosened as expected, with a hint of reluctance.

Tsk, Zhen Nima is afraid of this kind of silent grievance.

Jiang Yan stretched out his hand to hold Da He's cold fingers, and raised his other free hand to stop Xiao He.

"Look clearly... this is yourself..."

The young man's face was confused for a moment, then his eyes quickly passed over the face of the person beside Jiang Yan, and then he froze.

"At that time, what on earth did you do to make yourself like this?" Jiang Yan pinched the cold fingers in his heart.

"Because of me?"

The author has something to say:

tedeng～

The two He Xingzhangs are actually the same person, but some reasons caused this situation. I am loyal to 1v1. Don't be afraid!

(But I like myself and myself being jealous of this stalk boots, and I can also write double copies of groping for sugar, please avoid lightning if you are uncomfortable

In addition, I found that the words I updated on my mobile phone before were not displayed...