After coaxing old enemies into avatars

When Yun Jian said this sentence, the ending of each word was pressed just right, and the two red marks in front of his eyes echoed the eyes that were about to cry, very much like those poor little people who have been bullied and endured humiliation.

Sheng Huaizhao was deceived by his small expression, and was very considerate: "Then you go back first, and I will accompany them to the Yanfeng School?"

Xiao Yunjian slowly pursed his lips, his black pupils were watery: "...you know that I won't agree."

The appearance is humble and cute, and it is simply the ears of the only wife.

The group of people did not reach the foot of the Yanfeng School until evening, and the waist badges that symbolized their status glowed emerald green, and they flew towards the cloud-shrouded mountains.

The injured monk nodded slightly: "The headmaster will definitely send someone down to pick us up when he sees the badge, just wait a moment."

Sheng Huaizhao gently turned his lower body, but Yun Jian hugged him tightly, as if the person in his arms was a precious porcelain doll that could not be touched.

Mingshun was a little dazed by this contrast.

Last night's Yun Jian was ruthless even in his hair, no matter what Sheng Huaizhao said, he looked like he would not answer, but today when he woke up, he was as soft as a small sugar cake...

It was also the first time he had seen this kind of dreadful soul-leaving disease.

The main peak of the Yanfeng Sect was shrouded in clouds and mist, and when Sheng Huaizhao was waiting a little impatiently, there was finally a sound from the spirit world: "Junior brother!"

The people who came came shouted eagerly, and when they saw the injured monk being helped by Mingshun, they even burst into tears: "It's great that you are safe and sound!"

There is a sound transmission of thousands of miles on the waist card, and Mingshun's situation has fallen into the hands of the head of the Yanfeng School along with the waist card.

The monk who went down the mountain to meet him bowed towards Mingshun: "More immortal friends to help, the head of the sect has already known about the Ganci Temple, and is waiting for you in the main peak."

The monk had just finished thanking Mingshun, and then he felt a trace of demonic energy, and when he saw Yun Jian, he instinctively drew his sword at him.

The head asked him to come down to pick up people, why is there still a demon cultivator?

Yun Jian took a step back holding Sheng Huaizhao timidly, and Mingshun hurriedly went to him and explained: "He, they are my saviors. It's a long story, and I will explain it to Sect Leader Lin myself!"

The monk hesitated for a while, but still summoned the puppet of the Yanfeng School and turned it into a vehicle to send the group to the main peak.

The Yanfeng Sect was built on the spiritual veins, and there was abundant spiritual energy everywhere in the mountains. Sheng Huaizhao felt the pain that was accumulated in his chest dissipate a lot after blowing the wind for a while.

But just when Sheng Huaizhao was feeling relaxed and happy, Yun Jian's hands around his waist tightened inch by inch.

Yun Jian is a demon cultivator, and a place full of aura is like dirty mud to him, expelling the demon energy eroding his body, and all kinds of details are telling him that he is out of place with this place.

He was a little restless, he could only hug the person in front of him tighter, so as to relieve the discomfort at the moment.

Sensing that Yun Jian tightened his strength, Sheng Huaizhao slowly raised his eyes and said softly, "I'm tired of hugging me? Why don't you just let it go."

Yun Jian's black pupils were foggy, filled with grievances and patience: "I'm not tired."

The main peak of the Yanfeng School is majestic and towering. When everyone landed on the ground, the carved puppet condensed back into a small wooden tool and was put into the sleeves of the monks.Several Taoists in Tsing Yi stood in the magnificent main hall, and the head master Lin quickly stepped down from the main seat when he saw Mingshun, his eyes were red.

Sect head Lin was very sad: "I have heard about the Ganci Temple. Your master is my friend for many years, and I will definitely investigate to the end! Xiao Mingshun, you should stay in the Yanfeng faction. Your master entrusted you to me, and I will definitely investigate it!" I won't let him down!"

At this moment, Mingshun burst into tears and wailed loudly, and several old monks around him also covered their faces one after another.

Sheng Huaizhao watched the battle in front of him boredly, and as the night wind swayed into the hall, he realized that dusk had already fallen.

He looked at Yun Jian, and the boy in front of him closed his eyes at some point, his eyes slightly lowered motionless, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

This personality switch was really silent.

After Mingshun finished talking about the attack on Ganci Temple by evil cultivators in detail, he talked about the reason why he was rescued. When he mentioned the word "devil cultivator", Master Lin looked up at the young man standing behind the backlight.

In fact, from the moment this pedestrian stepped into the hall, he felt that this kid had a demonic aura, but it didn't have the bloody smell that symbolized the indiscriminate killing of innocent people.He had previously guessed whether some casual cultivator had become obsessed, but the young man remained silent, obviously not like those demon cultivators who were dominated by demons.

Head Lin comforted the young monk, and released his spiritual consciousness to remonstrate with Yun.

Although this method is slightly rude, it is the most obvious way to detect the strength. As long as Yun Jian's cultivation level is lower than his, he can quietly detect the boy's background in an instant.

And in order to make himself more natural, he said kindly, "Little brother, since you saved Mingshun, what do you have..."

Before the second half of the sentence was finished, the sharp and pure sword intent was like the wind coming from the sky, instantly blowing away Sect Master Lin's consciousness.

Sect Leader Lin paused for a moment, he is a cultivator in the middle stage of Xiaoyun!In the entire Yanfeng Sect, there is no one with a higher cultivation level than him except for the two elders. How could this young man easily detect his own spiritual consciousness!

Difficult, could it be said that he is only young...is his cultivation level no different from his?

Master Lin raised his eyes in amazement, met the young man's cold eyes, and was startled.

All the monks in the main hall were not as good as Master Lin, so they couldn't sense what happened, but Master Lin, who was still talking just now, was stuck for a long time before saying: "Since they are all your friends Mingshun, then let's go to Mingshun first." Resting in my sect, the back mountain is full of fairy grasses and elixir, if you need it, just ask."

Afterwards, he lightly waved his sleeves to let the other disciples lead them to rest.

Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian were assigned to an empty courtyard in Youfeng. As soon as they entered the room, the spirit stone in the room lit up.

Sheng Huaizhao instinctively realized that Yun Jian's situation was wrong, so he stood still.

The person in front of him put him on the bed. Even though he was putting him on the bed, his movements were not light at all, and Sheng Huaizhao's bones hurt.

He rubbed his lower back and couldn't hold back: "What are you doing..."

Zheng.

The saber touched the mahogany babu bed, and the lingering sword intent smeared the chill along the skin. Sheng Huaizhao never thought that he would also be pressed against his neck with a sword.

He raised his head, and met Shang Yunjian's cold eyes, under the cold red pupils, the two red streaks at the end of his eyes showed even more unfeeling.

"Why am I here?" Yun Jian leaned down and pressed him.

When he woke up, he was in an upright sect, and there was a sect head who was watching his cultivation... No matter how you think about it, it seems like a harbinger of a fatal disaster.

Sheng Huaizhao coughed and panted, and sneered: "You don't remember why you are here, but you are so anxious to extract a confession?"

Yun Jian pursed his thin lips slightly, pressed his sword towards Sheng Huaizhao's neck: "I'm a demon cultivator, come to the decent sect to throw myself into the trap?"

Sheng Huaizhao was more ruthless than him. He raised his hand and grabbed the sword, and blood spilled out of his fingertips instantly: "I am a useless person, forcing you to throw yourself into a trap? Don't forget that I am the one who is powerless to resist before you let me go."

It's because I don't want to communicate properly.

Yun Jian's black pupils seemed to be slowly sinking into the dark red tide, he turned the hilt slightly, and the natal sword cut off a layer of flesh from Sheng Huaizhao's palm.

"Hiss—" The pain was piercing his heart, Sheng Huaizhao couldn't bear it and let go of his fingers, the palm of his hand was bloody.

"I have visited the sea of ​​consciousness. Although I have lost my memory, I don't have any remaining feelings for you." Yun Jian's eyes were full of murderous intent, "You said you were my wife, how did I know you? Why are you obsessed with you? And why don't you feel the slightest heartache when I hurt you now?"

Well-organized and aggressive, Sheng Huaizhao couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this ruthless and ungrateful swordsman is really not easy to deceive.

Indeed, if I was a "little lady" who loved him like my life, how could I stay with him in a decent sect?

If no reasonable answer can be given now, Sheng Huaizhao will sacrifice his blood to his sword.

"Cough." The heart beat too fast, half of the blood Sheng Huaizhao coughed up fell on the corner of his lips, and half splashed on half of Yun Jian's face.

Between the bed curtains, there was a bright and dangerous bloody color.

Sheng Huaizhao even suddenly felt that the person in front of him was the sword fairy who pierced his heart ten years later.

It was you who wanted to kill me first.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his injured hand, regardless of the gouged-out flesh and blood, and grabbed the front of Yun Jian's Taoist robe. The magic core inside sensed the original owner's call and beat rapidly, shaking Yun Jian's heart rate.

A strong stabbing pain came from his chest and spread to all his limbs in an instant. In an instant, even his hand holding the sword was trembling.

"Can't feel... the slightest heartache?" Sheng Huaizhao asked with sharp eyes hidden in his narrowed eyes, "Are you lying to me, or to yourself?"

Yun Jian's soul consciousness trembled suddenly, this man had wounds on his hands, and his body was mutilated, and it was nothing more than pinching pain with all his strength, but why did he feel so painful... It was as if a sharp weapon pierced his heart, smashing his flesh and blood into fine pieces, Even breathing was painful.

Sheng Huaizhao knew that he had won the bet, and slowly let go of his hand, letting him taste the pain of being backlashed alone.

Yun Jian didn't even have the strength to support him, and fell into the hands of the young man who was in his hands just now.

The blood seemed to be pulled away from his face in an instant, and the tears falling from the severe pain fell on Sheng Huaizhao's injured palm.

The eyes of the two met, Yun Jian expressed disbelief at his current fragility, but Sheng Huaizhao seemed to have grasped the rope that could tighten his neck.

Sheng Huaizhao slowly raised his hand that was tortured and injured by him, and pinched his chin slowly and hard.

His voice is hoarse, and he doesn't look like a controller at all, but he has an order that cannot be disobeyed——

"Lick it clean."