After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

Ah, it's Taoist couple.

To understanding.

Ben Fat Orange understood.

If you want to release water, you have to open one eye and close one eye!

So, Yan Zizhi saw the big fat cat who didn't care about the small dried fish at first, suddenly jumped up and put the small dried fish in his mouth.

Then he wagged his tail like a dog and happily turned into the apse.

The hairy head rests on the pillar of the main hall of Bishan.

He used the entire Bishan main hall as his armchair.

Very comfortable to start licking the small dried fish.

Yan Zizhi: I'm afraid this fat orange is not stupid, but the reaction is a bit slow.

Fat Orange Deity: This Taoist couple looks silly, my acting skills must have fooled him.

With such a mountain guardian spirit beast, I am afraid that all the treasures on the mountain will be stolen by others.

Yan Zizhi felt a little distressed.

Linyuan is a prodigal bastard.

But on second thought, this is not his home, why is he so distressed.

This made him feel much more comfortable, and he simply stepped into the main hall grandly.

The layout of the main hall is very similar to Linyuan's character.

They are all abstinence.

There are only a few simple bookshelves with ancient books.

On the left is a simple imperial concubine couch, on which there is a half-read book.

On the right is the couch, except for the hard ice jade, the couch is empty, not even a soft and cute bedding.

It can be seen that Lin Yuan will only meditate here and never sleep.

Yan Zizhi grinds his back molars.

I just think this bed looks very hard.

Doesn't seem like a good fit for rolling around.

No way, Immortal Venerable is really boring.

He naturally likes that kind of soft and sticky feeling, just like the woven spirit blanket under his feet at the moment.

But this spiritual carpet is so incompatible with the arrangement in this room.

In particular, it's fine to spread a weaving blanket in the house!

From the moment he stepped into the gate of Bishan Mountain, almost the entire road was covered with spiritual carpets.

Why should a good bluestone slab be paved? ? ?

How come there are stone roads beside the lotus pond at the door?

The Taiwei faction has become so extravagant that the local tyrants even have to lay weaving spiritual blankets outdoors?

Not just weaving spiritual blankets.

There are also some medicines sent by the disciples just now, which are neatly placed on the table in the hall.

Yan Zizhi looked at the medicines, most of which were medicines for bruises.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the bruises on his back from being pressed on top of the cage...

Isn't that just a coincidence?

Not smooth white not smooth.

In line with the principle of white piao, Yan Zizhi simply put all these medicines in his pocket.

The disciple outside the door just now said that it was the spirit weaving blanket and medicine specially sent by the head of the door.

Yan Zizhi sensed the water sword on his shoulder.

It was obvious that he was ashamed and didn't respond at all.

If Linyuan came out, or if it was on this wall mountain, Shuijian would definitely react.

Presumably the head of the sect would often give these things to please Lin Yuan.

After all, it is the respect of one faction.

Thinking of this, Yan Zizhi felt very at ease.

He simply sat on the collapsed bench to rest for a while, and then turned around the front and back of the hall.

Randomly searched for a few altars of good wine from the apse.

This wine is the wine of the Yaozu.

On the night of the wedding ceremony in his bridal chamber, he once got over from the little quail.

It's a pity that I didn't have time to taste it, and it was all splashed on the little quail's head.

At that time, Yan Zizhi was also very greedy for the smell of the wine.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yuan had the habit of collecting this wine.

It suits his taste.

Yan Zizhi lit a small lamp, twirled several times on the silky woven spiritual blanket, and took a few sips wantonly with the jug.

Then he lay down on the soft couch unceremoniously.

He decided to sleep here tonight.

Anyway, the master is not there, so not enjoying it is in vain.

This is the fun of prostitution.

The moonlight is deep and fascinated, and the cicadas are chilling and silent.

The orange cat who was sleeping soundly outside the room suddenly scratched, scratched its neck and raised its head.

Her emerald green eyes gleamed with two rays of light in the moonlight.

The moonlight pulled a black shadow out of the courtyard, standing silently in front of the hall.

The face of the man could not be seen, and the whole person was illuminated under the wide black robe, and his figure could not be seen.

But the orange cat has a keen sense of smell and seems to recognize him.

He purred twice, stepped forward with light cat steps, and stretched out his head to beg.

Seeing that the man in black didn't move.

Fat Ju spat out the small dried fish that he had been holding in his mouth in front of the black-robed man with great aggrievedness.

Look, Ben Fat's acting skills are so good.

He sent me with this, blah blah.

The man in black finally moved.

A small pill flew out of his sleeve, and gradually enlarged to the size of the water tank in front of the hall.

Fat Orange wagged his tail excitedly, and took away the huge 'ball' with satisfaction.

Meow, the master is so kind, rub it!

After dismissing the little greedy cat, the man in black stood quietly in front of the main hall, looking down at the only room in the hall that was lit.

Time seemed to quiet down at this moment.

One gets drunk inside, and the other stays alone outside.

Until the moon was in the middle of the sky, there was a slight snoring sound from inside, soft and waxy.

He just floated into the palace like a shadow.

Probably drunk...

In the bedroom in the palace, the clear and cold fragrance rises from the incense burner one by one.

The 'uninvited guest' was so drunk that he lay on his side on the imperial concubine's couch casually.

The golden and purple clothes slipped to the side, revealing the snow-white fragrant shoulders.

The man in black walked lightly, stepping on the floor mat softly.

Gradually approaching the defenseless Yan Zizhi.

A ray of azure blue streamer slowly emerged from the black-robed man's fingertips, cutting towards Yan Zizhi's neck with some spiritual power and wind blade.

I don't know whether it's because of his drinking power or his belief in Linyuan, Bishan will never be attacked by surprise.

Yan Zizhi fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't even realize that the blue streamer was about to touch him.

On the contrary, Xiao Huangqi was startled: [Hurry up, wake up, someone is going to kill you. 】

Xiao Huangqi's words fell like stones into the sea, unable to stir up any waves.

The next moment, the azure blue streamer rushed into Yan Zizhi's storage ring.

Circles of light surrounded Xiao Huangqi's neck, forcibly hanging it out of the storage ring.

With tears in her eyes, Xiao Huangqi said: [Believe it or not, I'm not with him. 】

"A monster in the realm?" the man in black said slowly.

As soon as the words fell to the ground, all the fur on Xiao Huangqi's body exploded: [Yes, it's you, is it the immortal? 】

Oops, the enemy is coming.

Little Oriole tried to defend herself.

[I'm not the bird in the environment, I, I'm just a substitute. 】

【I am innocent. 】

God damn it, why the hell is Yan Zizhi drunk at a time like this?

Even Lin Yuan couldn't feel it when he came out.

Could it be that it will die here soon as a system? If I knew it, it would be better to stay in the sea of ​​consciousness of the big devil.

No, the rumored immortal venerable, sympathetic to the common people, would rather commit suicide than hurt others in the end.

Even in the hopeless situation, he was not angry when the big devil provoked him like that.

Xianzun should be a very gentle person.

"innocent?"

Lin Yuan's voice was very indifferent, completely different from that in Wuwang Realm.

In the next second, the surging and domineering spiritual power rushed into Xiao Huangqi's mind without hindrance.

This is a soul-searching technique unique to superiors, and it can search whether there are other things in this person's sea of ​​consciousness.

This spell is extremely domineering, once it penetrates into the sea of ​​consciousness, the person being searched will be either stupid or disabled.

It is a tyrannical spell with no turning back once it is cast.

Little Oriole: [? ? ? 】

The promised compassionate and gentle immortal.

Why are you so gentle with that big devil Yan Zizhi.

But he is willing to kill me, a weak little bird! ! ! !

A large double-standard scene! ! !

Good thing I'm just a system, right?

Just as Xiao Huangqi was about to pat her chest and sighed, she felt a strong tingling sensation.

That feeling was like piercing an extremely thick steel needle into its mind.

Stir frantically.

and many more?

Why does this system hurt?

Isn't this system a computer with no feelings?

'Computer with no emotion' was cut off by Xianzun before he had time to think.

The world is plunged into darkness.

"who are you?"

Lin Yuan stuffed the unconscious little oriole back into the storage ring.

Bao Liang's eyes fell on the delicate sleeping face of the man.

Because of his greed for drinking, two blush clouds appeared on his cheeks, which looked even more beautiful through his fair skin.

The little oriole who was investigating just now did not know the sea.

The whole body is just a mass of condensed magic energy.

Since the devil energy can be used by the people in front of him, and he knows the ancient spirit formation.

Could it be...

Is Ji Yunzhi an ancient demon?

If it is Mozu.

When punished.

The domineering azure blue spiritual power turned into a cloud-piercing arrow, unceremoniously piercing Yan Zizhi's chest.

The man had said it.

To kill demons, one must punish one's heart.

"Lin Yuan..."

The hangover man muttered a name, turned over and fell asleep again.

The most tenacious cloud piercing arrow in the world stayed at the heart of the purple shirt.

But couldn't score any more.

Yan Zizhi turned sideways unconsciously, the purple cloud gauze she was wearing slipped from her psoas, revealing the bruises on her waist and arms.

Some were bruised.

Others were pinched and pinched.

In short, it is mottled and full of traces of ambiguity.

Hundreds of steelmaking has become soft around the fingers.

The Cloud Piercing Arrow turned into a splash of azure blue water, gurgling and covering Yan Zizhi's whole body.

Like a cold medicine, it covered all the blue and purple scars on the body, and applied cold compresses to relieve the pain.

The slender and pale arms stretched out from the black robe, opened the storage ring with ease, and picked up bottles of healing medicine hidden by Yan Zizhi with his fingertips.

Pick up a smear of medicine with your fingertips and slowly melt it in circles, and then gently press someone's waist with the softest fingertips.

Knead finely.

Every inch of movement is extremely gentle, for fear of touching those scars again.

Lin Yuan's movements were extremely slow.

It's like painting a work of art, the most precious treasure in the world.

Yan Zizhi's pointed gray sword suddenly lit up when Lin Yuan's finger touched it.

Shining, with a warm blue light, very cute.

The hand with sharp bones brushed over again, and a heavy restraining spell was applied, and the little sword turned gray again.

After all this was done, the lamp on the table had been half burned, and the sky outside, which was originally like splashed ink, was slightly white.

Only then did Lin Yuan clean up the scars on the person in front of him.

The scars he caused.

The drunk person is still unconscious, even muttering.

Very tempting.

Lin Yuan's fingertips after applying the medicine were all white, and he was stunned in the air for a while, silently reaching out to those two thin and tender lips.

Just when you are about to touch it.

He suddenly waved his sleeves.

Several azure blue formations rose from the imperial concubine's couch, intertwined finely and densely like a net, tightly enclosing the person who stepped on the bed and was sleeping soundly.

Like a protection.

"Oh, what about you?"

An old voice came from outside the hall.

Before he had time to see who it was, the light blue spell "clang" hit the gate of the hall with a bang, sealing the gate of the main hall tightly.

This sound was really intense.

Fat Ju, who was holding a ball-like pill outside, was so frightened that he straightened his tail and ran away.

Due to the huge size of the fat orange.

Above Bishan, smoke and dust rose everywhere for a while.

However, Yan Zizhi, who was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, couldn't feel such a big movement.

Lin Yuan's outstretched hand did not touch those two thin lips, but picked up the purple cloud gauze coat that fell off his body, covering his fragrant shoulders completely.

All over the body, except for the neck and cheeks, there is no exposed skin.

After all this was done, the azure blue streamer opened the door of the temple.

"You are the first one who dares to ask me to be shut down."

An old man hurried in from outside the hall, holding a silver-white chrysanthemum in his hand.

Very baby.

The Immortal Venerable didn't speak, but with his hands behind his back, he got up and walked out.

It seems that they are afraid of waking up the people on the collapse.

"Hey, I've been hiding the Weaving Clouds and Gold Weaving Spiritual Carpet for decades. Every inch of it is made of spiritual power, and I actually spread it inside and outside the hall for you."

"You want to let him be free by nature without wearing shoes, but take my blanket as a favor."

The old man holding the chrysanthemum followed the immortal all the way out, chattering all the way.

"This holy medicine is also a good thing that is hard to come by in the lower world, and his wound is also equipped with such a good medicine?"

"If you like small and young people, there are more than 3000 young disciples in our Taiwei Sect. They are fat, swallows and thin. You can pick any type. Why did you fall in love with Ji Yunzhi?"

"Could it be that you want to prove the ruthless way and choose the way of killing your wife to prove the way?"

Lin Yuan walked out of the hall slowly stepping on the spiritual carpet.

The old man followed behind.

The two stood under the melting moonlight.

Killing one's wife to prove the truth comes out in four words.

Lin Yuan finally stopped.

From the beginning to the end, he covered himself in a black robe, not showing his true face to others.

His voice was desolate and hoarse, not as clear as before.

"I will become a feather soon."

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