take care of yourself

Zhuo Yuanshan looked extremely weak, his almost beating heart could hardly drive the blood to flow and provide sufficient blood supply to other places, which made his lips and nails turn blue before death, while his cheeks were a little transparent white , there is almost no trace of black hair on the temples, but if you can ignore the coldness in his eyes, you can see that the sky blue eyes that have recovered have not changed much.

Ying Yao knelt and sat in front of Zhuo Yuanshan, as long as he raised his hand, he could stab the world-saving sword that fell on his knees into the center of Zhuo Yuanshan's eyebrows, but under Zhuo Yuanshan's watchful eyes It was as if his wrists and wrists were locked in shackles, and he couldn't even lift a single finger.

Jianxiu's body was covered with wounds and blood-stained, but it seemed that he had been well taken care of in the crystal house, and his soul would no longer feel the lingering analgesia when he was far away from the body. His Yuanshen's robes were intact, without any injuries, and even his complexion was much better than that of Zhuo Yuanshan who had been pierced through the heart.

Zhuo Yuanshan watched Ying Yao quietly.

Ying Yao tried to break free from the invisible shackles on his fingers, but as soon as his fingertips moved, he felt pain as if bones were being crushed from the fingertips. He looked down expressionlessly and found that A little trace of the shackles had already emerged, tightly bound his fingers, and threatened to strangle his fingers if he struggled again.

The Jiusu Sword stayed quietly on his knee for a moment, and finally couldn't help but uttered a deafening sword cry at Zhuo Yuanshan angrily, jumped up from Ying Yao's knee, and lay threateningly in front of Zhuo Yuanshan's throat .

Ying Yao didn't stop his sword movement, he raised his head to look at Zhuo Yuanshan for a while, and asked coldly, "Puppet art?"

Zhuo Yuanshan moved his fingers lightly.

The main trunk of the silk thread on his fingertips is tied to Ying Yao's limbs and neck, and some branches branch out densely, carefully binding every joint of him, because the silk thread is an invisible thing However, if Zhuo Yuanshan did not separate his mind control, these threads would not delay Ying Yao's usual actions, nor would he feel any discomfort.

But if he separates his mind to control Xiang Xiangsiyin, the controlled sword cultivator can only be manipulated by him like a puppet on a string, sitting, sleeping, eating and drinking can't help himself.

Ying Yao raised his hand uncontrollably and grasped the hilt of the Jiusu sword. As soon as the hilt was in his hands, Ying Yao felt that it was trembling slightly. Obviously, his sword was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Chang Xiangsi asked Ying Yao to put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but he didn't tell him to hold it firmly. In this case, it was impossible for him to cut off Zhuo Yuanshan's head accurately when he exerted his strength suddenly, so he could only sigh Looking into Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes, he asked again: "This puppet technique doesn't seem too difficult to perform, why did Zhuo Shishu not use it in the past?"

Zhuo Yuanshan touched his temple with his uninvolved left hand, showing a smile: "Why is it not difficult to perform?"

He said in a very soft voice: "It took half of my life and gave it to you."

Ying Yao looked dazed, as if he didn't understand what it means to divide his life in half, but after a few breaths, he slowly grasped the hilt of the Jiusu Sword.

Several silver, belt-shaped shackles emerged from his elbows to his knuckles, and were deeply embedded in the tense muscles of the swordsman, but in the blink of an eye, the bones at the joints were rattled, but they should be far away. Without changing his face, he also smiled at Zhuo Yuanshan, and pushed the tip of the Jiusu Sword forward slightly with his elbow.

The sharp sword tip slashed across Zhuo Yuanshan's throat, Zhuo Yuanshan didn't dodge, raised his fingers and tapped twice in the air, using a substitute technique to make the wound appear on Ying Yao's own neck.

The moment Ying Yao pushed out the Salvation Sword, the girdle on his arm suddenly tightened to an unbearable thickness, the muscles that were bound sank by nearly a finger's width, and the bluish-purple skin cracked around the girdle Open, a trace of blood slowly oozes out.

Jiusujian keenly sensed something was wrong, it calmly smelled the blood it had drunk, and screamed suddenly: "Ayao?"

Ying Yao lowered her eyes slightly, looked at the blood dripping from her neck and stained her clothes, and then smiled very lightly.

The primordial spirit is obtained from imagination, transformed by the Dao heart, and there is no blood on the body at all, but after all, it is involved with the physical body. When the physical body is received and returned, the primordial spirit will also be displayed, but it is not allowed to wait for the physical body to recover. as ever.

Ying Yao stabbed Zhuo Yuanshan's body, and it's not surprising that Zhuo Yuanshan transferred the wound to him, but he didn't know if the strange crystal house would be surprised by him again.

"Give me half of my life?" Ying Yao withdrew his thoughts and sneered, "Uncle Zhuo Shi, how much did you take?"

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't answer.

Relying on his feelings, Chang Xiangsianyin asks for something, but what he asks for is not the number of years of life. Yingyao and him are both monks who transform gods. If he is not willing, no one can forcibly take away his life, even if he gets his I agree, and I will definitely suffer backlash. A cultivator who transforms spirits lives for more than 2000 years, and a cultivator who crosses the catastrophe even has a lifespan of 5000 years. Zhuo Yuanshan is only over [-] years old this year, so he has lost a thousand years of life. I can live until I am impatient, so this loss is nothing compared to going through the catastrophe of love and regaining the demons.

He and Ying Yao looked at each other for a moment, and his eyes stayed on the arm holding the sword for a moment, thinking that the warning to Ying Yao was enough, so he moved his fingers again, ready to let Ying Yao take back his hand with his sword, but The sword cultivator's hand and the tip of the sword pointing at his throat remained motionless.

The joint of Yingyao's right arm has been deformed by the belt, and it seems that if he puts more strength on his arm, his arm will be destroyed, but the smile on his face has hardly changed.

"Uncle Zhuo Shi, after all these years, don't you still understand me?" Jianxiu asked reluctantly, "I look like someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Zhuo Yuanshan's pupils trembled slightly, looking at the bloodshot and almost twisted joints on Ying Yao's arm, he couldn't help but relax a little bit with the control force in his hand, which gave Jianxiu an opportunity to take advantage of.

Ying Yao silently said "I'm sorry to you" to Jiusujian, poured his whole body into the sword, and without hesitation held the Jiusujian and stabbed the point of the sword into Zhuo Yuanshan's throat.

The blood didn't flow from the blood groove on Jiusujianjian's body, only Jianxiu himself was pushed out a few feet, and his back bumped into the magic circle that Zhuo Yuanshan had set up earlier. A deep wound appeared out of nowhere on the blood-stained throat, as if cut open by a sharp knife, but no blood flowed out.

This time the wound appeared on Yuanshen's body, Zhuo Yuanshan had no time to remove the replacement technique that was applied to Ying Yao's body, and couldn't bear to forcibly confine the movements of his hands, so he had no choice but to push Ying Yao away from him so as not to His sword pierced his own neck.

It wasn't until Ying Yao slowly slid down from the magic circle, turned over with difficulty and tried to stand up holding the saving world sword, that Zhuo Yuanshan panicked and loosened the silk thread that restrained Ying Yao's arm, and said in a low voice: "Ayao Believe me, I didn't mean it that way."

He sat in the same place from the beginning to the end without moving. Ying Yao stood up slowly holding the sword. Halfway through standing, he found that his legs were really soft, so he sat back slowly, raised his head and looked at Zhuo Zhuo. With Toyama's look and posture, he raised his hand to cover the wound on his throat.

Jiusujian didn't make a sound for a long while, and only now did he react, and asked him blankly and aggrievedly: "Why did you say sorry? Did you have another sword behind my back when I didn't know it?"

The sword cultivator's primordial spirit is far more tenacious than Zhuo Yuanshan thought, at least this kind of injury is not fatal to him, the wound he tore when he took his hand away from his throat after a while has healed, Zhuo Yuanshan is now Not wanting Ying Yao's life, seeing this, he immediately let go of his heart and let out a sigh of relief, and more carefully picked up the silk thread that was attached to the Sauvignon Blanc to control him.

"Stupid to save the vulgar," Ying Yao said in a low voice, "if the sword I just stabbed was solid, you will probably only be buried here in the future with the name of an unknown sword that kills the master. I will take you from the sword Bringing it out of the pool not only failed to accompany you for a few more years and places, but also caused you to bear the notoriety of silence, just saying sorry is already very light... hiss."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiusujian broke free from Yingyao's hand, and slapped his arm viciously twice with the hilt of the sword.

"You are a bastard sword cultivator!" it said angrily, "I am your sword, I think the same as you, are you despising yourself or your way when you think this way? You bastard sword cultivator !"

Ying Yao pursed his lips and held the World-Saving Sword in his hand again, and then felt the pulling force coming from under his feet, Zhuo Yuanshan seemed to want him to come closer, and floating on his fingertips was the same shape as the brand mark on his shoulder. With his fingertips, he patiently touched two of the silk threads leading to him.

Ying Yao didn't have the strength to stand up and walk. He leaned against the edge of the magic circle set up by Zhuo Yuanshan, looked at Zhuo Yuanshan sitting opposite him for a while, and lowered his head calmly to appease the angry Jisujian.

Kun's fins seem to have a bit of the characteristics of Peng's wings, and there are some small warm fluff between the scales. After a while, Ying Yao leaned over and leaned on its scales, "has no such intention" to Zhuo Yuanshan. He asked him without answering: "Where is your demon?"

Zhuo Yuanshan's heart demon ran away with a stand-in, in order to confuse Ying Yao, he diligently lay down on the dummy and pretended to suck his strength, completely unaware that Zhuo Yuanshan over there found out that Chang Acacia Yin was easy to use. Already pretty much forgot about it.

When Ying Yao asked Zhuo Yuanshan, he remembered the inner demon who ran away. He hesitated for a while, but called the inner demon back, looked at Ying Yao and said, "I plan to overcome the tribulation of love first."

"Are you going to kill me?" Ying Yao said calmly, "Or do you think a puppet technique is enough to control me, obliterate my sanity, and satisfy your unreasonable affection?"

Zhuo Yuanshan was a little distressed, he didn't know how to explain to Ying Yao, and he didn't know how to persuade him, he lowered his head and let the demon return to the back of his neck, raised his fingers and pinched a few formulas on his chest, from The mustard ring took out a bed and hung it on Kunpeng's body, moved Ying Yao to the bed, stretched his limbs and tied him to the bedposts.