take care of yourself

The dace flew away not long after the demon in Zhuo Yuanshan appeared, and Ying Yao's soul flew away for three hundred miles without seeing it. , looking at the red mist who couldn't wait to bypass him while holding the Jiusu sword in his arms, fell into thought.

Jiu Su Jian Xu babbled: "A Yao can't be soft-hearted!"

Ying Yao pulled it out of the scabbard and swung it forward, forcibly grabbing back a ray of red mist that was writhing desperately trying to escape from his hand, lowered his head and asked it: "Did you feel it when you found Zhuo Yuanshan?" How did your body change?"

The heart demon comes from outside the territory, so to find Zhuo Yuanshan, one must go through the formation in Tongtian Territory and the illusion formation they are in now. These two formations may not hinder its actions, so the heart demon must know something .

Ying Yao frowned coldly: "If you don't say anything, I'll kill you!"

The red mist in his hand stopped struggling, stayed stiffly for a while, then turned into a cold aura with a pop, and disappeared from his hand impatiently.

Ying Yao: "..."

"Am I that scary?" He blankly compared the length of his knuckles with his fingers, and asked Jisujian aggrievedly, "I'm just a little bit fierce."

Yuanshen kept the size of his palm, and the length drawn by the gesture might only be one centimetre. Jiusujian smiled secretly, and quickly comforted him: "It may also be that the owner of the secret realm didn't let it be said, so he broke it up."

The moment the red mist outside Zhuo Yuanshan's body disappeared, the heart demon noticed the abnormality. It hurriedly checked what happened, and saw Ying Yao's cold face.

The demon wrinkled his paper-like body in doubt, and didn't feel that he was doing anything to his external body, so he temporarily put down his doubts and concentrated on seducing Zhuo Yuanshan.

Zhuo Yuanshan has already discovered "Ying Yao"'s amnesia. In order to make him more irritable, the heart demon deliberately kept "Ying Yao"'s completely opposite personality, but as docile and dependent as the last corpse puppet that appeared. After a few conversations, Zhuo Yuanshan wanted to kill the fake in front of him.

"Ying Yao" showed fear and flattery when he found out that he was angry. Zhuo Yuanshan stood outside the cage and stared inside, trembling with fear, but still tried to get close to please his amnesiac Jianxiu with his body for a while, which was a bit strange Why did I have such a stupid thought that made him lose his memory.

Now he would rather Yingyao not become a Taoist partner with him than to meet such a submissive sword cultivator.

The demon liked the idea of ​​him, and it sneaked up onto Zhuo Yuanshan's lap, patiently oozing itself into his body, whispering to him, "You get him. You want someone who puts you first Instead of him who is obsessed with practicing swords, you get his sword, so he quarrels with you. You want a docile him, you take away his memory, so he wants to leave you to find the truth. You want a him who relies on you, You break him, you remake him, you succeed, you're content, and he's happy."

"How perfect," said the fright in an eerie voice, "you have him completely, utterly, and you're tired of it!"

"So?" Zhuo Yuanshan gently covered "Ying Yao"'s eyes, and responded to the demon, "I let him go free."

He took off the collar around "Ying Yao"'s neck, cut off the silver thread with spiritual power, and took his hand out of the shackle. "Ying Yao" stood there quietly, looking up at him slightly, he looked Being comforted by Zhuo Yuanshan's hand covering his eyes, not only did he stop trembling, but he also showed him a sweet smile.

It's been a long time since Ying Yao smiled at him like this, Zhuo Yuanshan's heart trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to break "Ying Yao"'s neck.

The heart demon didn't wait for him to catch the fallen body of "Ying Yao", and quickly dragged him into the next scene, warning him in a brisk tone: "This needs to be lighter."

Zhuo Yuanshan whipped it off his leg with a flick of the whip, and then the back of his hand hurt slightly, as if being pricked by a blunt needle——

He lowered his head to look, and found that it was a salvation sword that was not as long as his little finger.

Although the Jiusu Sword was much smaller, the red tassel on the hilt was not lost, so Zhuo Yuanshan recognized it at a glance. He moved his fingers, raised the back of the hand that was stabbed by the sword, and carefully pinched it with two fingers. Hold it, pull it out from the back of your hand, put it in the palm of your hand and look at it carefully.

"If Yingyao is still using this sword," Qi Ling with the long whip said with a look of horror, "then how small he must be."

Zhuo Yuanshan sighed reassuringly when he thought of the reminder from the inner demon "this needs to be taken lightly".

Ying Yao hadn't changed the hilt of the Jisu Sword very often, but the hemp rope wrapped around the hilt would often be tied in a different way. Zhuo Yuanshan looked down for a long time, and recognized that it was a rescue sword in Wuliang City. Su Jian suddenly gave birth to an ominous premonition.

Judging from the posture of giving him a sword as soon as he came, the heart demon might have made Ying Yao who knew that Zhuo Yuanshan had changed his eyes to enter the Heavenly Realm, and got rid of the control of the love gu.

At that time, Yingyao was not as good as Yuanying, and Zhuo Yuanshan had no doubt that the heart demon would not let "Ying Yao"'s cultivation exceed the middle stage of Yuanying, and would try his best to weaken him, otherwise even if a sword cultivator was reduced to It's the size of your palm, and it's not so fragile that it "needs to be lighter."

He couldn't help but sighed again, looked away from the pocket world-saving sword in his hand, and raised his head to look for "Ying Yao".

He is now sitting in the living room of Suzhen Building, "Ying Yao" is staring at him angrily on the shelf not far away, behind him is a teapot, Zhuo Yuanshan looks at "Ying Yao" who is not as tall as the teapot ", felt the heartbeat with difficulty.

"I really want to put him in the palm of my hand," Zhuo Yuanshan was imagining, desperately needing someone to share with him, couldn't help but grab the spirit of his long whip, and said excitedly, "I really want to put him in the palm of my hand! "

Qi Ling didn't make a sound, just flicked the whip tip self-consciously, and whipped away a wisp of red mist that accidentally showed signs of the demon.

"Ying Yao" was holding the sword formula in his hand, the Jiusu Sword responded with a loud sword cry, and tentatively moved it slightly, seeing that Zhuo Yuanshan didn't stop him, he hurriedly flew back to "Ying Yao".

The heart demon wrapped around Zhuo Yuanshan's knees, wisps of invisible red mist escaped from it, burrowed into Zhuo Yuanshan's flesh and blood, dormant quietly, and there was no extra action other than that.

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't notice the hands and feet of the heart demon at all, he got up and followed the Jiusu sword, walked to "Ying Yao", stretched out a hand to him, "Ying Yao" looked at him vigilantly while holding the sword and asked: "what did you do to me?"

"You jump up," Zhuo Yuanshan tapped his open palm with the other hand, and said in a satisfied tone, "I'll tell you."

"Ying Yao" jumped onto his fingertips on the bogu rack, stepped on his fingers and walked to his palm, then grabbed his collar and hung it on his chest, and raised the saving world sword against his chest. Zhuo Yuanshan said with a blank expression on his throat, "Say."

Before Zhuo Yuanshan had time to touch him, he felt his collar sink, and then a cold killing intent emerged from the palm-sized "Ying Yao", and he couldn't help but support "Ying Yao" with his hand, letting him step on it On the lapel of his clothes, he calmly said: "I am crossing the catastrophe of love, and you are an illusion created by my demons."

"Ying Yao" didn't seem to understand at all. He looked up at Zhuo Yuanshan with a bewildered expression on his fingernail-sized face. Then, as if angered by his nonsense, he raised his sword to slap Zhuo Yuanshan on his neck. Take a sharp stab.

Zhuo Yuanshan blocked the sword with a small ball of spiritual energy, bent his fingers and put them on "Ying Yao"'s feet, and gently pulled him off his collar.

The demon's reaction was within his expectations. The only strange thing was that "Ying Yao" seemed unable to resist him. He didn't use much effort to achieve his goal, and he didn't accidentally break his arm, but "Ying Yao" seemed to glared at him angrily.

His sword was still stuck in the aura mass in front of Zhuo Yuanshan's throat, "Ying Yao" stared at him, jumped from Zhuo Yuanshan's knuckles to his tiger's mouth, ran two steps along the back of his hand, and grasped deftly. The folds of his sleeves climbed up to his shoulders, and he kicked his collarbone with his feet trying to draw the sword out.

Zhuo Yuanshan was itchy because of him, Ying Yao's feet were at most as big as his little fingernails, but the soles were hard, stepping on his body was a bit like being stabbed by chopsticks, it made people's liver tremble from being cute, It also makes people want to hold people in the palm of their hands and do some bad things.

Zhuo Yuanshan moved his fingertips to dissipate the aura ball, Ying Yao was pulling out his sword forcefully, when suddenly his hand loosened, and before he could release the force, he lost his balance, and subconsciously swung his arm without any effect, and the whole body fell from the ground. Zhuo Yuanshan fell off his body and landed impartially into the palm of Zhuo Yuanshan's outstretched hand to catch him.

"Ying Yao" rested his head close to the root of his thumb, his feet were hanging on the side of his palm, his arms were spread out, and the Jiusu sword tightly held in his right hand came out from between his fingers. climb up.

He is really too small, as long as Zhuo Yuanshan closes his palms, he can hold him completely in the palm of his hand, no matter how hard he struggles, he will not be able to escape.

The heart demon stopped below Zhuo Yuanshan's knees and did not rush to climb up. It tried hard to find the flaws in Zhuo Yuanshan's state of mind, so as to get a part of Zhuo Yuanshan's body that was still outside Zhuo Yuanshan's body into his sea of ​​consciousness. Efforts eroded his primordial spirit.

The size of Zhuo Yuanshan's sea of ​​consciousness is almost the same as that of the monks in the early stage of crossing the catastrophe. The demons and primordial spirits only occupy a small part, and the rest are still in silence. Opening his eyes, his body was almost completely submerged in the red mist, only the tip of his tail was left outside, and the inner demon was entangled in every hair of his body, trying to get into his body.

Occasionally, a little colorful gleam appeared on the body of the white wolf primordial spirit. When these gleams appeared, they turned into the shapes of various sharp blades to cut the red mist. Once the red mist was touched by them, it would collapse. There are a lot of people, but they can't help the white wolf primordial spirit for a while, and it seems that the situation is evenly matched.

Zhuo Yuanshan knew Ying Yao's primordial spirit flew to his forehead again.