Mistress, she has to be my master

Wen Jiayin, who was "extremely frightened", was immediately carried back to the next room by her master, with an interval of no more than ten seconds.

"Master! There was a strange woman, a strange woman who couldn't see the face, and pressed a ball of fire into my head in a dream! I woke up and saw that there was really a fire in the sea of ​​consciousness! Master... What is this? What is it? It's scary!" Wen Jiayin tugged on Xin Jun's sleeve like a pitiful hamster.

"...Let Master take a look at your sea of ​​consciousness, relax, don't resist." Xin Yun's expression was serious, for any monk, such a place as sea of ​​consciousness is extremely private and fragile, and will not let others easily According to the difference in cultivation level between Xin Yun and Wen Jiayin, if Wen Jiayin accidentally resists, it will definitely not be Xin Yun who is injured.

Damage to the sea of ​​consciousness can range from mental instability to dementia or even death in severe cases. That's why Xin Yun was so anxious after Wen Jiayin said that there was a fire in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"Okay." Wen Jiayin obediently responded.

As a weak chicken who has just stepped into the journey of cultivating immortals, and his cultivation level is no more than the second level of Qi training, Wen Jiayin's sea of ​​consciousness is small and extremely fragile, and Xin Yun only has a small amount of his own consciousness to penetrate, so he has to be extra careful.

Indeed, as Wen Jiayin said, Xin Yun found a flame in the center of her sea of ​​consciousness.

What Xin Yun is most worried about is that if the spirit of a cultivator who wants to seize the house is hidden in the fire, she is used to this shameless act disguised as a chance.

But fortunately, there was no breath of soul in the fire, and it was extremely clean. Xin Yun checked it several times uneasy, and withdrew his consciousness after confirming that there were no hidden dangers.

"Don't worry, Jiayin, this fire is safe." Xin Yun squeezed Wen Jiayin's hand in reassurance, "Can you tell Master what happened just now? What kind of strange woman is it?"

Hearing that her master had given a safe assessment, Wen Jiayin finally put back the darling that jumped into her throat.

"It's like this..." Wen Jiayin told Xin Yun all the scenes she saw in her "dream".

"The picture when the world first opened?" Xin Jun's arms holding Wen Jiayin tightened slightly, she glanced at the fragmented scroll that had turned into a blank, with not a single word left, and a thought flashed in her mind.

"This is a divine object..." Xin Yun said: "The woman who talked to you may be its owner, that is, a fallen god."

"Ah?" Wen Jiayin couldn't help being stunned for a moment, that strange woman who didn't even show her face was actually a god who only appeared in the legends of the original book?Speaking of this, I have to mention the story background of the original book. Humans, demons, and ghosts became immortals through cultivation. In the ancient legend, the gods were conceived by heaven and earth. They were born with powerful strength and A long lifespan, but most of those gods died out, so that they became the existence of the background board.

"I also asked her if she was a human or a ghost... Isn't it impolite?"

Wen Jiayin's focus is obviously a bit crooked, which makes Xin Yun rarely feel dumbfounded, "If she is really a god, then she shouldn't care about a child like you."

Wen Jiayin pondered for two seconds, and she always felt that that strange...God didn't mind the feeling, otherwise she probably wouldn't have slapped herself on the forehead in such a violent way...

"This is your chance, Jiayin." Xin Yun stroked Wen Jiayin's head in an inexplicable and sure tone, showing a faint sneer where she couldn't see.

The hideous and distorted face appeared in her mind. Isn't the man trying to find out from her about the inheritance of God that she tried every means?

He never thought of it until he died. In fact, what he wanted to find has been hidden in the torn scroll in his hand, right?It's ridiculous, ridiculous...

True Monarch Xiaoyao, after you have done all the tricks and harmed countless people, what should not be yours will not be yours after all. These things belong to A Yin, and after going around, they should be returned to their original owners, but the damage you caused to A Yin, I will settle it with you one by one.

It's really unlucky to think that the last face he saw before he died in two lifetimes.

Wen Jiayin didn't hear that there was something wrong with Xin Jun's tone, instead, she brought out the flame as if offering a treasure, and held it in the palm of her hand for Xin Jun to see.

"Master, Master, that monster...that God praised this fire so much, is it really so powerful?" For some reason, Wen Jiayin couldn't feel awe of the woman who seemed to be a god. Sensation, and doubts about her flame.

As the owner of the fire, Wen Jiayin only felt that the little flame was warm and warm, but could not feel the power that the god said.

But as an outsider, Xin Yun was different. In Wen Jiayin's hands, the fire that behaved like a kitten made her feel a burst of energy.

If it is true as the unknown god said, then the origin of the fire is incredible. When Ayin grows up, its power should be terrifying.

Xin Yun stretched out his hand across the flames, and the dao body, which was supposed to be incapable of being stabbed by magic weapons, was scorched by the flames to create a scorched wound. Continue to corrupt her body.

This is still without the blessing of any spiritual power.

"Master!" Wen Jiayin was taken aback. She probably couldn't imagine that Xin Yun would test her power in this way. After hastily putting away the flame, she looked at the wound on Xin Yun's hand helplessly.

"It's okay, it's already healed." The self-recovery ability of the monk Dujie is very terrifying, and the wound on Xin Yun's hand disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"But..." Wen Jiayin looked at Xin Yun's hand hesitantly: "Even if it heals quickly, it still hurts when it hurts. People are not stones that don't know pain. You should cherish your body a little..."

Wen Jiayin's attention was on Xin Yun's hand, so she didn't see her master's eyes were red because of her familiar words.

"Master~ You are not made of stone, how can you not feel pain? And then again, you don't hurt, I still feel bad, promise me? Cherish yourself more..." That cheeky and cold Under the face, the figure still acting like a baby to herself, in Xin Yun's eyes, coincided with the child in her arms.

In her previous life, Xin Yun never imagined that Liren's exhortations before leaving turned out to be the words of farewell.

"Okay..." Xin Yun tried her best to suppress the choking in her throat, and pretended to give a calm reply.

It's ridiculous to say that I am so much older than A Yin, but I don't have half of her open-mindedness. The silence at that time may be the biggest harm to A Yin. When I parted, I sighed softly outside the door with so much regret... I deserve to lose my love everything of.

This "yes" was her response that was too late.

The author says:

感谢在2022-01-2723:21:24~2022-01-2823:44:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Sinan 1;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Gupingjun; 5 bottles of Jiang Shangqing and Sayu's Little Tail; 3 bottles of Sinan and Lishui; 1 bottle of xyh, Yu>_<Saka, Ruying;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!