take care of yourself

Ying Yao stood in the encirclement circle formed by several strangely shaped demons, looked up at Zhuo Yuanshan who was sitting on a soft chair made of soft jade corpses of beauties, and threw it neatly. He lowered his own broken sword, clapped his palms to straighten his dislocated wrist, hooked his fingers at him, and said, "Come here."

Zhuo Yuanshan is a well-known Demon Cultivator of the Transformation Stage, the snow mountain to the west is considered his domain, Ying Yao and a few fellow disciples chased a corpse demon to the foot of the snow mountain, and bumped head-on into a stone that is nothing to do with mortals. Zhuo Yuanshan, who spreads Xiaoyao fans in the city, never beat him, ran away and was caught up again, even his natal sword was broken in two, it was really unlucky.

When the natal sword was just broken, Ying Yao's lips trembled in pain, and the sword spirit huddled inside the broken sword and cursed, but now there is no sound, probably the spiritual wisdom has dissipated, and Ying Yao felt the pain in his heart. A bit stuck.

He was whipped by Zhuo Yuanshan on his shoulder, he lost a piece of flesh, his hands were bleeding along his sleeves, the bases of his fingers were still convulsed, and there was a lot of blood on his face, his eyes were pretty, with a sense of freedom, Although it doesn't look like Ying Yige that he keeps in his heart, Zhuo Yuanshan fell in love with it immediately.

He had heard Ying Yao mentioned by Ying Yige, and Ying Yige said that he was his cousin, and his mother was a furnace, who would please others at birth, but the Ying family didn't need such a stain, so they threw him into the nearby hills. A small sect fends for itself. Unexpectedly, he still has some talent in swordsmanship, and he has become a leader among the younger generation.But he has no feelings for Yingjia, and there is no need for Yingjia to put down his face to please him, so the relationship is average, at most it can be regarded as a nodding acquaintance.

Ying Yige also said that he looked like Ying Yao, Zhuo Yuanshan laughed at him turning a corner and boasting that he was good-looking, but he also left an impression that he was not willing to touch Ying Yige, a sword repairer with a body like a furnace could not Are you willing?What's more, the sword cultivator is strong and durable, enough for him to play to his heart's content.

According to common sense, people who are born to please people are usually the ones who are in a furnace. Only when you see them in person will you know that there are really people who have the ability to please people by temperament.Ying Yao got the name well, he should be happy, he should be happy, if he is not happy, who can be happy?

Zhuo Yuanshan flew down from the beauty's chair lightly. He could see Ying Yao's aura fluctuating, and knew that he was going to explode his golden core, so he reminded indifferently: "Think of your fellow disciple, A Yao," he held the whip in his hand. Picking up Ying Yao's chin, he said affectionately, "You let me lose one hair, and I'll kill a fellow student of yours, what's the idea?"

The mountain gate that Ying Yao entered was pitifully small. Even his half-step Nascent Soul is the number one in the sect. He has seen a few of them from far away, but he has never seen a single one of Huashen. His master doesn't know how powerful the Huashen stage is , It was not until Zhuo Yuanshan realized the gap.

Ying Yao was disturbed by Zhuo Yuanshan's intentional or unintentional suppression, took a few long breaths to barely hold back the pain in his meridians, restrained his aura and temper, and said in a low voice: "The junior is ignorant and offended the senior, please take pity on the friendship of the younger generation, Spare their lives."

He paused and said blankly, "Is there anything you can give, junior?"

Zhuo Yuanshan laughed: "Convince your fellow disciples to swear allegiance to me, are you..." He used his fingertips instead of the whip to stroke Ying Yao's cheek, "I smell a fragrance on you, are you born The incense seat furnace tripod?"

The body of the incense mat furnace has a strange fragrance. If there is enough elixir, it can even be used for a day. He may not be able to step into the foundation building until he dies, but Ying Yao can practice in a small sect with scarce resources to the half-step Nascent Soul in one day, which can be called an extraordinary talent, and the road can be expected.

Zhuo Yuanshan caressed his cheeks pitifully, Yingyao's aura was exhausted, and there was not even a trace of aura left to protect his body, his cheeks were icy cold by the strong wind from the snow-capped mountains, and it was a little rough to the touch, Zhuo Yuanshan sighed with emotion Said: "The strange thing is that only the cultivation base infused with the pill can be used by others. It is not easy for you to cultivate, so I am really reluctant."

Ying Yao lowered his eyes: "I am indeed a natural incense burner." He watched Zhuo Yuanshan's hand slide down from his cheek, and finally reached into his clothes, and couldn't help asking, "Senior wants to accept junior Make a cauldron?"

Zhuo Yuanshan touched the tight and resilient flesh, and he withdrew his hand in satisfaction: "I don't know, it depends on your performance." Then he casually pointed to Ying Yao and said to his subordinates, "Tie him up for me to look better." .”

Ying Yao's blood-stained clothes were stripped off, Zhuo Yuanshan's Moxiu smiled strangely and took out a set of tight-fitting black clothes, the material was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the flesh color could be revealed by gently stretching his hands, Ying Yao thought about it It took a long time to figure out how to wear this kind of clothes. He put his hands behind his back meekly and asked Moxiu to tie him up, and threw him to the beauty chair in Zhuo Yuanshan, before begging in a low voice, "My sword... "

"Oh, sword cultivator," Zhuo Yuanshan just remembered, and smiled contemptuously, "You don't need it, A Yao, you have to learn to be a stove, not a tough sword cultivator."

Ying Yao curled up at his feet. The thin clothes on his body were made of unknown material, but they didn't keep warm at all. His teeth were chattering from the cold. After a while, his whole body became numb, and he still tried to keep his eyes open. I identified a few of my classmates - only found two junior sisters, shivering on a camel beast.

Zhuo Yuanshan noticed his gaze, he took out the unused Xiaoyao powder and threw it in front of Ying Yao, and said unhurriedly: "You two junior sisters are really ordinary in appearance, but fortunately your age and cultivation level are just right. , can be sold to rich people as concubines and give birth to them, according to my rules, when the children are born, they will be free."

Ying Yao's face turned pale, and he murmured, "Please...please don't."

Zhuo Yuanshan especially likes his eyes now, resentment but dare not show it, despair but has to grit his teeth, he bent down and gently touched Ying Yao's eyelashes, and said with a smile: "Or the mortal you want to save for you After eating Xiaoyao powder, I will let them go in the next city."

Xiaoyao powder is a kind of medicinal material from outside the snow-capped mountains. Ordinary people are addicted to taking it, and eventually become skinny and inhuman. It has less effect on monks, but it can also be used for years. However, the materials for the antidote are extremely expensive, no different from no cure, but Xiaoyao powder itself is very cheap.

Ying Yao lay sideways on the ground and looked at the medicine bag in front of her for a while, then got up, bent down and bit the rope on the medicine bag with her teeth, swallowed the powder in one gulp, and then curled up silently.

He has no choice but to bet that Zhuo Yuanshan is willing to keep his word.