take care of yourself

Ying Yao lay flat on the bed with a cold expression, the Salvation Sword was still held in his hand, and he seemed to have reconciled with Jianxiu, the beautiful red tassel was wrapped around his wrist, and he raised the end to pat the back of his hand from time to time .

Zhuo Yuanshan couldn't understand the communication between Jianxiu and Jianxiu. He patiently stood a little away from the bed and adjusted the belts that bound Jianxiu's limbs. Feel uncomfortable because the constraints are too tight.

The demon praised him accordingly, saying: "He will feel your tenderness."

Rao Zhuo Yuanshan controlled Ying Yao with Long Acacia at this time, but after Jianxiu's fierce sword piercing through the heart, he never dared to say that Ying Yao still had affection for him, so the flattery of the heart demon sounded like On the contrary, it seems to be mocking.

He hung the enchanted monk's hair down for a while, then raised his hand to pluck the silk thread of longing love, and put a belt around Ying Yao's neck, so that he couldn't sit up from the bed.

"I don't want to kill him," Zhuo Yuanshan murmured, "he has no love for me from the beginning to the end, as long as I realize how much he hates me now, I can stop loving him, the same I can survive the tribulation of love... I don't want to kill him unless it is absolutely necessary."

The space between Kunpeng's scales is not that big, and the bed is not too wide. Ying Yao's hand next to him fell off the edge of the bed with a slight movement. He felt that he vaguely heard Zhuo Yuanshan saying "kill him" and "Love robbery", I couldn't help but want to stand up and listen carefully, but just turned my wrist slightly, and before I exerted any force, it was restrained by the belt around the neck, and I had no choice but to relax and lie back on the bed obediently.

When he moved his wrist, the Jiusu Sword fell off the edge of the bed with his hand, Ying Yao raised his hand and moved the Jiusu Sword back to the bed, and turned his head slightly to look at his own sword.

Jiusujian has been silent since scolding him, Jianling doesn't know whether to blame him for thinking that he can't find a good next home for himself at this time, or whether he should scold Zhuo Yuanshan bitterly with him After a pause, he had no choice but to remain silent under Jianxiu's continuous good words, but Jianying had already wrapped Ying Yao's wrist very honestly.

Ying Yao withdrew her gaze and looked at Zhuo Yuanshan calmly.

He and Zhuo Yuanshan had nothing to say, and he didn't want to waste his energy on scolding him, so he also kept silent, only looking at him with eyes full of indifference.

Zhuo Yuanshan got up slowly and walked to the bed. He looked down at Ying Yao for a while, then suddenly showed him a meaningful smile, took a step back, and sat cross-legged at the end of the bed.

The primordial spirit squeezed out from between his eyebrows, and the white wolf's light gray flesh pads silently landed on the slightly sloping scales, raised its front paws to rest on the edge of the bed, then jumped onto the bed very lightly, walked to the Should be far away.

The tip of the white wolf's claws is hidden, the pads look soft and tender, coupled with the flawless white hair and the elegant figure hidden under the hair, Jiusujian's attention can't help but follow him slightly, A little unsteady "hum".

Zhuo Yuanshan sat at the end of the bed and meditated with his eyes closed. The body of the White Wolf Primordial Spirit slowly elongated, and soon became the same size as Ying Yao who was lying on the bed. The soft and warm forehead arched his chin.

This made him look like a domesticated pet that is acting like a baby, Jiusu Jian simply turned over without seeing it, and said angrily: "He is uneasy and kind!"

Ying Yao knew the virtue of his sword long ago, he squeezed the handle of the sword spirit dumbfoundedly, and said indifferently: "Suck if you want."

"No!" Jiu Sujian said firmly, "I swore I would not suck a big dog, unless he died."

Ying Yao smiled imperceptibly, raised his eyes to look at the white wolf primordial spirit who was pressing on him, the white wolf stubbornly rubbed his forehead against his chin, purred happily, and the fluffy tail was rescued. The sword had been cut off and hadn't grown out yet, and it was still happily swinging back and forth behind him.

"Uncle Zhuo Shi," Ying Yao said, "Could it be that you still want to double cultivate with me?"

Zhuo Yuanshan, who was meditating, seemed to be reaching a critical moment, his brows were tightly furrowed and he did not open his eyes. White air mixed with red mist came out from the wound in his heart. He put his palms up on his knees, and Ying Yao didn't recognize the other hand. The French seal is probably used to heal injuries and prolong life, and the other hand is the familiar longing for love. The silk thread implicated in the variant "Zhuo" character seal is not stable at this time, but tumbling and undulating like water waves. It seems that there are two strands General strength wrestling.

On the other hand, the Bailang Yuanshen lying on Ying Yao's body heard his question and stuck out his tongue to lick his throat very enthusiastically.

He has probably practiced the method of dual cultivation, Ying Yao only felt that his tongue was smeared with honey, as soon as he touched the skin of his soul, Jianxiu gave birth to an indescribable itching and screaming out of nowhere Dizzy and dizzy, he shivered from the bottom of his heart, and was forced to recall the endless pleasure of cultivating both soul and soul when he was having fun with Zhuo Yuanshan.

Zhuo Yuanshan's white wolf primordial spirit is so lifelike that even the barbs on the wolf's tongue are perfectly imitated. This wooden man-like state is boring, and he tilted his head and replaced it with sharp fangs.

Although Ying Yao is not too afraid of death at this time, the panic brought about by the vitals cannot be avoided. Ying Yao felt a bit of creepy coolness rising from the depths of her spine, and she and the white wolf primordial spirit carried out the double cultivation formula. The itching and sweetness mixed together made him feel uncontrollable uneasiness, from wanting to pick up the saving world sword and hit the White Wolf Primordial Spirit slowly to licking to cater to him.

Jiusujian sensitively sensed something wrong with his own swordsmanship, it buzzed twice trying to wake Ying Yao up, jumped out of his hand and fell into his ear, and shouted at him: "Ayao? Ayao ! Wake up, don't use your kung fu! He has led you astray in the way of expelling qi! Do you want to double cultivate with him?"

Zhuo Yuanshan's current double cultivation method is obviously from the hands of Moxiu, and it is very effective in inducing people. Ying Yao's eyesight has become a little lax. Fortunately, he can still habitually listen to the voice of saving common sword, but it is too late. It took a long time to react.

The Jiusu Sword called him loudly for a while, feeling the body of the sword was shaking a little hot, and then saw Ying Yao's eyes move, bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, forced himself to wake up, and watched with a sinking face. The white wolf primordial spirit holding his throat and shaking his head contentedly.

The primordial spirit is obtained by the monk's visualization. If the monk's thoughts are endless, the primordial spirit will not dissipate. What it depends on is different from the physical body, so it does not need to be exactly the same as the physical body. Like Zhuo Yuanshan, the "primordial spirit" that turned the primordial spirit into a beast Although there are few monks in the "not-self" Taoism, there are also few monks who have trimmed their souls to be exactly the same as their physical bodies.

On this, Ying Yao didn't turn the Yuanshen into a sword like some senior sword cultivators. He only made the Yuanshen a human figure, and made clothes according to the usual practice. As for the skin, he added some bones randomly. And blood vessels, branch meridians are ignored, and the legs are empty to save trouble, even if Zhuo Yuanshan can forcibly pull off his outer clothes that are also part of the soul, there is no way to really do anything to him.

It is impossible for Zhuo Yuanshan not to know this. Ying Yao has never experienced the simple dual cultivation of Yuanshen, so he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do for a while.

"What's Ah Yao thinking?" Zhuo Yuanshan was also asking himself this question, "I thought he would make false claims with me temporarily in order to get out of the secret realm, but he turned his face when he said he would. Contain him, then lead him out of the secret realm, and then hold him hostage to hide from the sword sect that entered the world and slowly cut off his love, but he is dead and refuses to be at the mercy of longing. I don't understand him... and that Is the crystal house that suddenly appeared on Kunpeng's back a coincidence or intentional by the secret realm?"

He doesn't want to know the answer to the first two questions right now, but the third question that has to do with his mother must be solved right now. Zhuo Yuanshan couldn't help looking down at the wound on his chest, and then at the sober man. The sword cultivator who was struggling with the fingertips of the double cultivator who was tempted, took a deep breath, opened his eyes and asked him patiently: "A Yao left his body in the crystal house, although there will be no problem for a while, but now you can't even get hurt. If you don’t want to be cured, do you not want to return to your own body?”

Ying Yao bit her lip, trying her best not to be led away by the white wolf primordial spirit, she had a flash of inspiration when she heard the words, recalling the state when she was not controlled by Zhuo Yuanshan when she was near the crystal house, her thoughts moved in the blink of an eye Shrunk down several times, he had to give up part of his cultivation base and forcibly dissipate his soul to return to his body. However, although the belt on his hand could not change immediately with him, it seemed that he was blocked from sensing the body. Couldn't get back into my body.

Jianxiu frowned and turned over to avoid the paw pressed by the excited white wolf, jumped up from the bed to avoid a belt that was rushing up, and swung his sword tentatively at it.

The Jiusu sword passed through the belt without any hindrance, but Yingyao took a closer look and found that the belt was not damaged. He turned over and jumped on the white wolf's back to avoid another belt, and gave up immediately. Planning to get rid of this embarrassing situation first, he ran to the tail of the White Wolf Primordial Spirit with the sword in his hand, jumped up and flew to Zhuo Yuanshan with his knees bent, the sword light dazzled his eyes like a tidal wave.

Although the soul of the sword cultivator has shrunk to the size of a palm, the sword light still has a mighty posture when it is swayed. Zhuo Yuanshan was concerned about Ying Yao's injury, so he didn't dare to use the replacement technique, so he stretched out his hand and forcibly used a stack of Several layers of aura shield blocked his sword intent, while urging Chang Xiangsianyin to buckle the belt on him again, and suppressed him back to the bed.

This time Zhuo Yuanshan did not dare to relax his vigilance, so the bands on the slightly relaxed joints were also tightened. Ying Yao could hardly move a single finger, and was forced to return to the size of an ordinary person. Zhuan's spiritual power also began to stagnate when flowing, and he could only operate under Zhuo Yuanshan's control according to his double cultivation method.

Zhuo Yuanshan's white wolf primordial spirit pressed his nails against his throat, opened a long wolf kiss under Ying Yao's almost hateful eyes, and licked his lips with his rough tongue.