take care of yourself

Ying Yige blinked slightly, raised his hand and threw down a command flag.

The command flag was red all over, and it stood impartially on the bed between the two of them. As soon as it settled down, a red light diffused from it, accompanied by the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, and wrapped the two of them in an instant.

Ying Yao subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but his hand felt empty by his side, and he was stunned for a while before remembering that his refined iron sword "I know" that a mortal made had already been broken in two, and he had managed to develop a bad temper The sword spirits also dissipated.

He was stunned for a moment and had missed the good opportunity to break through the red light. Ying Yao held a sword in his hand and looked at Ying Yige for a moment. The water in Ying Yige's eyes was completely restrained, revealing a harmonious The frail look on his face didn't match the cold eyes.

"Now you have to rely on others just like me," Ying Yige said flatly, "Uncle knows more about current affairs than I do, he should climb the bed, he should please others, he speaks as if he is more noble than anyone else. "

Ying Yao has already discovered that the command flag he dropped has no power, its only function is to block the prying eyes of the spirit, so that Zhuo Yuanshan does not know what they have said.

But judging from the effectiveness of this command flag when driven, maybe it was a magic weapon given to him by Zhuo Yuanshan, and then turned around and used by him to deal with himself, it is also a joke to say.

Ying Yige changed his appearance after throwing down the command flag, his expression was cold and clear, much more beautiful than a weak face, Ying Yao retracted the sword intent in his hand to the length of his palm, let it rotate between his fingers, and emitted a beautiful sword light, He said indifferently, "I'm not as hypocritical as you."

The sword light between his fingers twirled in a perfect circle, and the sword repairer took it back to his dantian, circling around the golden elixir that breathed out the spiritual energy.

Ying Yao felt that he had exhausted his words, and that he had fulfilled his duty as an elder, so he waved his hand with a song: "Go away, you will come to me if you have anything to do."

Ying Yige didn't know where he learned the ability to do things on his own, and he said in a soft and weak tone: "I knew that uncle didn't care about these things, so it's worth my effort to tell him..."

He paused, opened the corner of his mouth and smiled at Ying Yao: "Uncle is right, I can't hang him all the time, if he doesn't want to bear it any day, I can only obediently send myself to his bed. So uncle is my life-saving straw, how can I not hold on tightly?"

Ying Yao frowned. In his memory, his elder brother doted on this little son in every possible way, and he was willing to buy it for him, so he couldn't help being a little surprised.

He realized that what he knew might not be comprehensive, he was silent for a while, and the dao heart like the old lady who "joined the world" once again gained the upper hand.

"You have been favored since childhood," Ying Yao asked resignedly, "Where did you learn these methods?"

Few people know that his kendo is "into the world", and only a few of those who know believe that he is not joking. Naturally, Ying Yige doesn't know about it, and just thinks that he has aroused his desire to talk.

He skillfully showed a dejected expression: "Didn't uncle say that I am a dodder, and I must cling to something to survive. The Ying family is so big and the hierarchy is strict. If I don't know how to fight for it, how can I be kept by it?" Beloved? And being favored by others, maybe it's... nothing."

Ying Yao was less than ten years old when he left the Ying family, and although he had some contact with the Ying family intermittently, his impression was not deep, so he didn't get any bad hints from Ying's change of mouth as if trying to cover up.

His thoughts drifted to another strange place following the meaning of Ying Yige, and he fell into silence.

Ying Yige finished this set of hints of "I'm not really favored, I have difficulties", and felt that he could gain sympathy from Jianxiu, so he watched the time and secretly put away the magic power of the command flag, leaving only the scattered The red light misleads Ying Yao.

Ying Yao recalled it for a while, and it seemed that the Zhuo Yuanshan he saw when he was weak was far gentler than when he was like a mallet. This taste is a bit strange, but it has nothing to do with him.

"So Demon Zhuo likes little pitiful?" Jianxiu said thoughtfully, "Are you sure that he really isn't overflowing with maternal love?"

Zhuo Yuanshan had just finished meditating, and while collecting his spiritual energy, he habitually dispersed his spiritual consciousness to look for Ying Yige's trace. He happened to hear Ying Yao's last words, and almost went astray.

For a moment Zhuo Yuanshan wanted to admit that Ying Yao was right, he really liked this kind of pitiful, it could satisfy his desire for protection and fill his mood, but Ying Yao couldn't give him this feeling.

Moxiu quickly calmed down, he walked in and interrupted their conversation, coaxed Ying Yige to leave Yingyao's room, and said a few words, "Don't be delusional, you can't even match him with a single finger." " and so on, and walked away contentedly.

Ying Yao thought sincerely: I am not blind.

He took out the sword intent from his dantian again, and lowered his head to think about how to bring out the power of the sword intent when he didn't have a sword in his hand.

Although Jianxiu's current cultivation base is piled up with pills, his state of mind is still a half-step Nascent Soul after all. The pills brought by Zhuo Yuanshan are of high grade, and there is no erysipelas left over. Ying Yao went out and broke one The branch gestured as a sword for a while, then sighed at the branch that had turned into flying ash, sat down on the stone in the snow and began to think about another problem.

Why is the cultivation base piled up by other people's pills is cultivation base, but it is someone else's cultivation base when it comes to Lu Ding, and it takes so much effort to use it by myself?

But he is not good at this, Jianxiu thought for a day and felt that his head was as big as a bucket, so he had to give up this matter and turn to what he is good at.

Zhuo Yuanshan accompanied Ying Yige wholeheartedly to teach him how to practice, and waited three days later for Ying Yige to sink into the long exam before coming out of his room, and within two steps, he saw Ying Yao standing leaning against a tree with arms folded.

Opposite Ying Yao was a group of demon cultivators. The first two were arguing with him for some reason, and their faces were red.

Ying Yao waved his hand in a dispirited way: "You can't," he turned his gaze to the next person, and said with full expectation, "Come and sit down and discuss the truth?"

A demon cultivator who found Zhuo Yuanshan coming out knelt upright in front of him, and said in pain, "Master, please give him a sword, so that he won't have the heart to torture us."