Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

"Zheng!"

The sword collided with the sword and made a piercing clang, and the aura surged in ripples, and the long black hair was lifted heavily.

Mu Zhichan's eyes were cold, and the violence and resentment in his heart were constantly surging. The sword moves he displayed were awe-inspiring and deadly, without any of the usual warmth.

Jianshen was stabbed by Mu Zhichan's eyes, his heart was full of pain, his face sank like water, but he didn't draw his sword, he just used the scabbard to resist the water swords coming from various tricky angles.

It's just that Mu Zhichan in the early Yuanying period is not the opponent of Jianshen in the later stage of Transcendence Tribulation. The suppression of the realm is too serious, but the water sword in Mu Zhichan's hand was shot down by Jianshen and fell among the spirit grass .

And Jianshen took advantage of the situation to hold Mu Zhichan's hands and clasped it in his arms, and then, a very faint fragrance came from the person in his arms, making his eyes darken slightly.

But the next second I saw Shen Shen, I felt a sharp stabbing pain from my neck. Looking down, I saw Mu Zhichan biting his neck fiercely, and blood was seen in an instant.

"...Cicada." A long sigh overflowed from his lips, and Jian Shen put his left hand over the back of Mu Zhichan's head, and gently inserted his fingers into his hair. To Mu Zhichan's sea of ​​consciousness, and then gradually spread to the limbs and bones, silently swallowing something, destroying something, driving something away.

A few wisps of black mist struggled out of Mu Zhichan's body, and then they were simply and violently netted up by something like a water film, and Jianshen took it back into the storage ring calmly.

After all... He still needs to rely on this to find the person behind the scenes.

Mu Zhichan's originally chaotic brain gradually became clear, and the mouth that was biting Jianshen's neck loosened. When he regained his sanity, the bloody smell in his mouth made him widen his eyes in astonishment, staring blankly. Looking at the person who was holding him tightly in his arms at this time, he murmured: "Master, I..."

"You have been cursed." Jianshen said in a hoarse voice, slowly rubbing the fingers inserted between Mu Zhichan's hair, his eyes became darker.

"Curse?" Mu Zhichan subconsciously ignored the second half of the other party's sentence, frowned and wondered when she was cursed.

"This spell is called "Hook Heart", which is an ancient forbidden technique. Few people know it and can use it. "Hook Heart" can magnify the most fearful and painful memories or fantasies in the practitioner's heart several times , so that practitioners are gradually immersed in strong negative emotions, step by step towards self-destruction. "

"There are two most frightening things about "Hook Heart". One is that it can cast spells remotely without any medium. The caster only needs to construct the person's appearance in the sea of ​​consciousness and write the person's name; The second is that the victim of the curse is ignorant and unaware. It cannot be cured by medical practitioners, nor will it be noticed by advanced practitioners. In the eyes of others, it will only be regarded as being controlled by demons. "

Jianshen hugged Mu Zhichan, who was in deep thought, and sat on a huge boulder, her bony hands were clasped on the other's waist in a gentle manner.

Mu Zhichan didn't pay attention to the posture of the two of them. His mind is full of who cursed him, why, and what kind of hatred?

"Then why can Master...?" Mu Zhichan pursed her lips and asked, the unfinished words disappeared between her lips.

"Because your sea of ​​consciousness has no defense against me." Jian Shen said slowly, curling up a lock of his black hair with his fingers to play with, "This curse is hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness of the practitioner, you know, the sea of ​​consciousness It is the most vulnerable place for a cultivator, and once someone invades, he can be easily destroyed."

"Even the sea of ​​consciousness of the Taoist couple who loves each other the most will not open to each other, and it seems like a person who has been cursed." Jianshen's expression is light, and the mottled sunlight is scattered on the handsome face with sharp edges and corners, like a god who has fallen into the mortal world. Only.

Mu Zhichan's eyes were somehow attracted by those lips, light red, thin, but full, but I don't know if the kiss will be as soft as imagined...

"Cicada?" Jian Shen gently pulled Mu Zhichan's hair, and immediately recalled the other party's thoughts.

Mu Zhichan's body froze, and she panicked to dispel the rebellious thoughts in her head, but when she realized that the other party called him "Cicada", the tips of her ears turned red in an instant, and she stumbled and said, "Master, Master... ...why do you call me that?"

"Huh? Can't you?" Jian Shen laughed out loud.

"It's not impossible..." Mu Zhichan rubbed her hot ears, and silently added the second half of the sentence in her heart: It just seemed a little too intimate.

And it seems that since he was ten years old, he has never been hugged by this person again. It feels... a bit subtle.

Jian Shen didn't continue to answer the conversation, but his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, the corners of his lips were slightly drawn, and the coldness all over his body would always disappear when facing Mu Zhichan.

"I still have a question." Mu Zhichan suppressed the strange emotion that suddenly rose in his heart, pursed his lips and asked a question he was very concerned about just now: "You said that this curse is an ancient forbidden technique, and the method of casting it is so simple. There has never been any price to pay, but since it is a forbidden technique, how can it be so easy?"

"Not everyone can cast this spell, only those with the physique of "heavenly draining fluid" can do it, but this kind of physique is not born, but cultivated. "

"As for the method of nurturing... it is cruel beyond your imagination." Jian Shen did not continue to elaborate on how cruel it was, but quietly looked at Mu Zhichan, and added slowly: "Thousands of failures Only one product can produce a "Heavenly Drainage Fluid". "

Mu Zhichan nodded, her eyelashes trembling slightly and said: "I have no idea, I can't think of anyone who would want to harm me."

"Why did Su Yao come to you before?" Jian Shen asked.

"I don't know, he has inexplicable hostility and killing intent towards me." Mu Zhichan murmured, then raised his eyes to see Jianshen again, "Could it be him? But he is born with a Taoist body..."

"I'm afraid it's someone else, or someone related to him." Jian Shen said in a deep voice, "He has very strong malice and killing intent towards you."

Mu Zhichan was noncommittal, meditating to herself, and unknowingly, her eyes fell on the circle of red bite marks on Jianshen's neck.

He bit it.

"Master, I'm sorry, I was out of my mind at the time..." Mu Zhichan took out a bottle of premium hemostatic powder from the storage ring, quickly uncorked the bottle, and poured the powder carefully on the wound. , feel ashamed.

"It's nothing." Jianshen smiled faintly, and gently patted Mu Zhichan's back with his comforting hand.

"En." Mu Zhichan responded in a low voice, and after watching the wound heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, she took the initiative to withdraw from his embrace and said, "Master, I think we should go back."

"Okay." As soon as Jian Shen's words fell, Mu Zhichan felt a chill on his skin, and saw the little silver dragon skillfully wrapping his neck around his neck, and gently stepping on his neck socket with its small and delicate claws.

Mu Zhichan bent his lips, and the cool touch from the skin on the side of his neck made him feel a little joy inexplicably, as sweet as honey.

He raised his hand to call back the water sword that fell in the spirit grass, pinched the tactic and walked with the sword, his snow sleeves fluttering, and in just a few breaths, he saw the disciples of Taibai Peak and Fuyao Peak who were still on their way.

Mu Zhichan put away the water sword silently, and as soon as he landed, his three senior brothers cast their gazes over, and he touched the tip of his nose uncomfortably.

"Eldest brother, I'm sorry earlier." Mu Zhichan saluted Ye Qingfeng, looked at his gentle pupils and said softly, "That was not my intention, but because of... a curse."

"Curse?" Ye Qingliu frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and grasped the pulse of Mu Zhichan's left wrist involuntarily.

Ye Qingliu is a real medical practitioner. Making puppets is not only because of his hobby, but also because it is convenient for drying medicine and picking up corpses.

Mu Zhichan's heart softened, and she let the other party find out for him, and briefly told the three senior brothers what she had said to him from the previous experience, as well as what she had speculated.

"It's all right now." Mu Zhichan raised her lips and smiled.

"Our fourth junior brother has such a good temper, how can he still make enemies with others?" Fu Hongyuan laughed jokingly, with a hint of ridicule.

Hearing this, Mu Zhichan helplessly shook her head.

"It's just that I don't know who broke the curse for him, so I should thank you a lot." Ye Qingliu let go of his wrist, folded his sleeves and asked with a smile.

Mu Zhichan was silent for a moment.

"Honestly, it's fine."

Just when Mu Zhichan was hesitating, Jian Shen's cold voice echoed in his mind, his brows loosened, and he said, "It's Master."

"Huh? Master is here too?" Ye Qingliu was a little surprised.

"Yes, here." Mu Zhichan pointed to the little silver dragon who was curled up around her neck and was sleeping with her eyes closed, and flicked the tip of her tail comfortably when the three of them looked over.

Ye Qingliu, Fu Hongyuan, Shen Heshu: "..."

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