take care of yourself

Zhuo Yuanshan raised his hand and was about to slap him, but Yingyao's Jiusu sword turned a clever angle to hold his wrist, with a half-smile in his eyes.

"I didn't force your darling to break through the Nascent Soul Tribulation," he pushed Zhuo Yuanshan's upraised hand away with his wrist, and said dullly, "Uncle Zhuo Shi, I practice the way of 'entering the world'. It’s not the way of ‘sacrificing one’s life’, you can’t do the Buddha’s sacrifice to feed a tiger, is it because I was too obedient a few days ago that you think I can bully you at will?”

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't use his spiritual power in this slap, so his arm was easily parried away with his sword. He glanced at Ying Yao expressionlessly, slid his wrist down the scabbard for a while, and then clasped his grip with his backhand. The hand of the sword, bent back, forced Ying Yao to hold the sword in one hand and put it on his back, and knelt down on his knees.

While holding Ying Yao's arm, he broke the aura of his body protection. Ying Yao's knee slammed heavily on the green bricks in the yard that carved a small protective formation. He said, "Fuck."

Jiang Heting watched here, yawned with his lion, and said slowly: "Master Zhuo, I don't want you to bully the junior here, let's go first."

When Zhuo Yuanshan looked up at him, his expression had already returned to normal, and he said politely: "I'll trouble you to make a trip for this trivial matter, and I'll ask someone to send some spiritual wine as a thank you."

Jiang Heting unceremoniously ordered two jars of wine made from water melted from ice in the Western Snow Mountains, and left on his lion.

Ying Yao used Yuanying to touch the Lingzhi sword spine floating in his sea of ​​consciousness, and severely taught it: "You are not allowed to curse."

From nowhere, Jiusujian hung a fiery red sword tassel on his hilt, and said worryingly, "I can't beat him, I can't even scold him, I'm just a sword."

Ying Yao said two words to it concisely and forcefully: "Chop firewood."

With two or three sentences, he changed the Jiusu Sword back to the silent and stable sword spirit on the surface. He drew his mind from the Nascent Soul to deal with Zhuo Yuanshan, and was immediately sucked in pain by the great force on his wrist that almost crushed the bones. In a fit of anger, the Jiusu Sword almost fell out of his hand.

He moved his finger lightly and found that it was numb, so he had to put its body into the mustard ring so as not to be unable to hold the sword for a while.

Zhuo Yuanshan clasped the back of his neck with his other hand, and pressed his thumb lightly on the vital points of Ying Yao's neck, until Ying Yao was forced into a cold sweat under the silent threat, he didn't get sick. Xu said: "Don't think that if your Dao Xin is perfect and you give birth to a Nascent Soul, I can't abolish your cultivation."

Ying Yao sneered: "For Ying Yi Song?"

Zhuo Yuanshan was silent for a moment, then let go of Ying Yao's wrist, and hooked his chin with his knuckles.

Ying Yige's weeping weak face and Ying Yao's unshakable face appeared in front of Moxiu at the same time. He looked back at the closed door and finally laughed.

He whispered next to Ying Yao's ear, "For my Dao heart."

Zhuo Yuanshan took Ying Yige away from Ying's family out of sympathy, took care of him and protected him in every possible way because it could make his mood more complete, as for the pity, love, and even liking born in the middle, they are all dispensable , even if you can't throw it away at any time, you don't have to get it.

So far, the liking is still true, but seeing Ying Yige's desperate efforts to please him and earn benefits from him, I'm afraid he knows it won't last long, but Zhuo Yuanshan doesn't care.

"I protect him from harm, vent out for him when someone looks down on him, and treat him as my treasure. This is what my heart wants me to do," he said to Ying Yao, "It's a pity that you put everything I have done everything that violated my Dao heart. Ah Yao, you said I will not punish you, who shall I punish?"

Ying Yao understood the most important thing in Zhuo Yuanshan's messy Taoism almost instantly, and roughly guessed the reason why he became a demon. The sword cultivator who cultivated "into the world" took advantage of this point: "In this case, compared to me That nephew, who was regarded as a tool for practicing the Ruthless Dao, but was well-raised by heaven and earth, my mother was given away shortly after birth, and was thrown away as a stain, isn't it more worthy of your pity and protection?"

Zhuo Yuanshan had such a heart, he thought for a long time, and answered with some difficulty: "Yes."

Ying Yao laughed: "But I don't want it."

He said without hesitation.