Those years of fast-wearing and paranoid teasing each other

Qin Jincheng took out the concoction of Negrass and Yinhua that had been pounded in advance, dipped it with a brush, and drew a Qi-gathering formation directly on the table where the Yinwumu was placed, using the Yinwumu as eyes.

When the last stroke fell, the formation was activated instantly, and a jet of black air formed a palm-sized cyclone above the ebony.

Qin Jincheng immediately put his palm over the cyclone and guided the cyclone to revolve around a point, finally forming a spherical shape.

The rapidly rotating spherical gas gathered more and more dead air in a short period of time, and even gathered the dead air wrapped around Wen Yunlin's legs!

The Qi of life and death in Wen Yunlin's body suppressed each other, and one ebbed and flowed. Now that the dead Qi was quickly drawn away, the vitality in his body naturally became full.

Qin Jincheng tapped his forehead with blood, and looked at Wen Yunlin's Xinyue Zhuang, and sure enough, he saw the little black worm hidden inside wriggling.

The restlessness of the bugs also made Wen Yunlin feel uncomfortable. He almost woke up from the pain, but Qin Jincheng put a requiem talisman on his head in time.

But even so, Wen Yunlin still let out bursts of painful words.

Without the environment surrounded by death, the bugs felt very uneasy.

So the condensed dead air outside has a fatal attraction for it.

Qin Jincheng lit a stick of incense and stuck it next to Yin Wumu.

When the incense was halfway burned, the worm couldn't hold on anymore, it no longer twisted in place, but started to move towards the direction where the dead energy gathered.

But it has stayed in Wen Yunlin's heart for too long, so long that it regards it as a nest, even though there is no trace of death in the nest, it still lingers and refuses to leave.

This is a time-consuming tug-of-war.

Qin Jincheng was worried that Wen Yunlin would not be able to exhaust himself, so he guided the ball of death energy to spin faster, so as to attract more death energy.

For a moment, the entire basement of the sealed ebony was filled with dead energy.

The old abbot was originally meditating by the door, but he felt a gust of cool air sweeping over him, and finally couldn't sit still. He stood up quickly, and walked out quickly with his cassock in his hands. After walking in the long corridor for several laps, I realized that I ran into a ghost wall.

No wonder, no wonder he had clearly seen that the two people had come with bad intentions early in the morning, so he sent the little monk to find the nearest sects outside for emergency treatment, and deliberately delayed for such a long time, but he still didn't wait for anyone to come.

It seems that the rescuers were all blocked by these blindfolds.

The old abbot tried to crack it, but found that no matter how many methods he used, he couldn't get out of this maze.

In the end, the old abbot had no choice but to go back the same way, walked to the door of the room sealed with ebony, and continued to meditate.Fortunately, although all the dead energy gathered in, it seemed as if it had been sealed inside, and none of it came out.

According to the agreement, Qin Jincheng only borrowed the ebony, and used it on the basis of not breaking the seal of the ebony.

By the time Qin Jincheng lit the third stick of incense, the worm finally couldn't hold on anymore.

An environment without dead air suffocates it. If it just loses dead air, it will gradually fall into dormancy until the surrounding dead air accumulates to a certain amount, and it will wake up again.

But, just outside Wen Yunlin's body, there is a strong dead air, very close to it, attracting it to go.

It struggled for half a stick of incense, and finally, still unable to resist the strong temptation of the outside world, slowly, wriggling, left its long-lived lair.

Qin Jincheng's eyes lit up, and he stared fixedly at the bug that was finally willing to move, watching it move out of Wen Yunlin's heart little by little, into the flesh, and bit by bit the cortex on the heart.

Qin Jincheng quickly pinched the black worm that had got half of its body out, pulled it out, and put it into his jade ring.

System A with a new roommate suddenly: "..."

System A: I c!What the hell is this!Take it away, take it away, ah!

The black worm that was suddenly moved found that the extremely attractive aroma to it had suddenly disappeared, not only that, but the nest it had been living in had also disappeared!This realization made it irritable instantly, and it immediately went on a rampage regardless, trying to find a way out of this ghost place.

And its behavior, in the eyes of System A, is chasing and eating itself. In contrast, System A is just a small black dot, and this black bug is an insect that can kill it with one bite. Behemoths to swallow.

Because the jade ring is round, from Qin Jincheng's point of view, the slender worm is chasing the small point of System A, like an exclamation mark circling around his hand.

Qin Jincheng: "You are a powerful system, I believe you can handle the relics of your main god well."

System A: "This ghost thing is not the main god! ... Help! Don't eat me! ... No! The main god is not dead! There are no relics! ... Don't come here!"

Qin Jincheng erased the formation drawn next to Yin Wumu, took out a few yellow talismans, and pasted them on eight places in the room, strengthening the seal on Yin Wumu.

After doing all this, Qin Jinsheng hugged Wen Yunlin and left the room step by step.

The old abbot sat outside the door, and the moment Qin Jincheng stepped out, he said: "Amitabha."

Qin Jincheng: "Thank you, master, for your accommodation."

The old abbot looked at him with very complicated eyes: "The benefactor is proficient in Taoism, and he can use this evil thing so far. I am ashamed of myself."

Qin Jinsheng: "Master, there is no need to be humble, there are only a handful of mortals who can understand karmic fire."

The old abbot: "May I ask abruptly, why the body of the benefactor is covered with karmic fire?" The karmic fire burns everything, so how can anyone be exposed to the karmic fire without being harmed?

Qin Jincheng: "Born in the fire of karma, how can there be any contamination?"

The old abbot was thoughtful.

Qin Jincheng: "Master, I want to ask for a lottery."

The old abbot: "Please benefactor."

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The cold breath is mixed with a delicate fragrance, lingering on the tip of the nose.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, but before he regained consciousness, his hands subconsciously pressed down on the back of his head—he remembered that something seemed to be stuck there.

Unfortunately, apart from his curly hair, he didn't touch anything else.

The consciousness gradually came back, and the man remembered that he had another long dream this time, everything in the dream was so real, it seemed that he really became a prince and met Qin Jincheng.

"Why did you wake up? What did you post on me?" The man gritted his teeth, as if venting his anger, and tapped the forehead of the person next to the pillow: "You are not good in your dreams, and you actually sneaked up on me!"

But this knock only hit the hard ice, which made the man very depressed.

"However, what exactly do you want to do? Why is it clearly my dream, but I don't know what you're thinking?" The man nodded the nose of the person next to the pillow, and lay down on the other person's body.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

There was a rhythmic muffled sound, which made the man stunned, and then he touched the Xinyuezhuang part of the person next to his pillow in disbelief.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The rhythmic muffled sound didn't end, and it was under his hands, vibrating every now and then as if echoing him.

"Ah Cheng?" The man said in surprise, "Ah Cheng! Are you awake?"

Unfortunately, no matter how the man called, there was no sign of him waking up, only a heartbeat.

Still, it's a good sign and at least proves there is hope.

"It seems that Mother-Child Gu is really useful..." the man sighed softly.

The man put his ear close to the pillow of the person next to the pillow, closed his eyes and felt the surprise, "Zigu should have been fused with you, but not completely fused, but it doesn't matter, I will help you..."

The burning incense has not yet burned out, and the quiet fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, gradually suppressing the excitement of waking up halfway and the joy of knowing that the lover's heartbeat has resumed.

The man lay in the cold coffin, shrouded in sleepiness again.

I wish I could go back to that dream...

These were the last words that came to mind before the man fell into a deep sleep.

And he was also lucky, when he opened his eyes again, he saw that familiar face.

"Your Highness." Qin Jincheng said warmly, "How do you feel now?"

how about it?

Wen Yunlin reacted for a long time before reaching out and tugging at the long hair that fell on the other side's shoulders.

Well, good, he's back in this dream again.

This was Wen Yunlin's first reaction.

And the second reaction is...

"Qin Jincheng! You posted your talisman on me again!" Wen Yunlin raised his hand angrily, and grabbed Qin Jinsheng's neck: "Say! What did you do behind my back? Why didn't you let me see! Why did you post me! You Do you know! Do you know..." Do you know that I woke up just now, and do you know what it means for me to wake up?

It means that I may not be able to return to this dream.

I can dream countless times, but I can't guarantee whether I can enter the same dream again after the dream is interrupted!

What should I do if I don't come back?What should you do?

The more Wen Yunlin thought about it, the more frightened he became. From pinching Qin Jincheng's neck to hugging Qin Jincheng's neck, the hug became tighter and tighter.

Qin Jincheng felt that Wen Yunlin was trembling slightly, he was taken aback for a moment, and stroked Wen Yunlin's back with both hands: "I'm sorry, did your Highness have a nightmare?"

Wen Yunlin nodded: "Well, it's a terrible nightmare."

Qin Jincheng: "Dreams and reality are opposite, don't be afraid."

Wen Yunlin: "...No, not the opposite, so don't do the opposite."

Qin Jincheng: "Huh?"

Wen Yunlin: "Whether it's in a dream or in reality, you must be there."

Qin Jincheng: "Okay, I'm here."

"Amitabha." The old abbot's voice sounded faintly, obviously reminding him.

Only then did Qin Jincheng say: "Your Highness, the master has promised to help us solve the lottery, so here you are, let's draw a lottery."