my God

Song Yan was able to recover his physical strength because of the "tonic" given by the god, and immediately set off with the god.

When he was about to reach the foot of Daqingling Mountain, Shenjun stopped.

"What's wrong?" Song Yan asked hurriedly.

"The time limit is up." Shenjun explained casually.

"What time limit?" Song Yan didn't react for a moment.

Shenjun stopped making a sound, and stood there as if waiting for something, and then a halo suddenly appeared on his body.

The sky has turned white, but the halo on Shenjun's body is obviously not related to the sun, because his backlight is also slightly shining.

Song Yan was engrossed in watching it, and felt that this change was miraculous.Just as he was about to ask what the light was, the halo on Shenjun's body suddenly exploded, shattering into dots of golden light, leaving his body and dissipating in the air.

Song Yan was startled by this sudden change, and when he looked closely, he found that the god had changed.

This change does not refer to his physical appearance, but his body.His skin exposed outside the clothes is translucent, but under the transparency, there are no bones and muscles. It seems to be a sculpture made of colored glass, which only has the appearance of a human being.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Yan stepped forward worriedly, fearing that his eyes would be dazzled, so he looked carefully again.

Shenjun rolled his eyes at him, and said in a calm voice: "Didn't I tell you? I am born with a divine body! When the Dharma body is exhausted, naturally only the divine body remains."

"But..." Song Yan sized him up carefully, "But you weren't like this before? It's all transparent!"

"The divine body is a body of innocence, and the initial state is the glazed body. The more mana is gathered, the less transparent it will be..." Shenjun suddenly closed his mouth, obviously unwilling to continue.

If it wasn't for the damage of the dharma body, and the power of mana was not as good as before, how could he be reduced to what he is now?I can't even hold on to my back for long!

Thinking of the original dharma body, Shenjun couldn't help but glared at Song Yan.

Song Yan pondered Shenjun's words carefully, and finally understood the meaning.Shenjun used a lot of mana because of his continuous display of power in the mass grave, and now the temporary dharma body has also dissipated, so he is in a translucent state-in other words, he is a little weak now.

"I'm almost home, I'll carry you for the rest of the way!" Song Yan felt that this was a good time to reciprocate.

Shenjun was still staring at him, but when he heard what he said, he was taken aback for a moment.

He turned his head away, obviously struggling for a while, and when he turned his head again, he put a hand on Song Yan's shoulder and said, "You should hug me!"

Song Yan: "..."

what did he say?hold him?

Song Yan was stunned, and saw Shenjun's body change again.

He suddenly became much smaller, holding Song Yan's shoulder with one hand, and hanging lightly on Song Yan's chest.

Song Yan looked down and exclaimed, "Why are you getting smaller?"

The current Shenjun is no longer the tall man with nine heads, but a little doll with only three heads.The little baby was hanging on Song Yan's chest, staring at him with big round eyes.

Song Yan hugged him like a child.He suddenly remembered how he hugged his younger siblings before, it felt like a dime!

"Hold it well, I'll sleep for a while!" The little baby earnestly instructed.

"Pfft—" Song Yan looked at Yuxue's cute but extremely serious face, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"How dare you laugh at me?" Xiaowawa was so angry that she was about to explode.

"No, no," Song Yan quickly suppressed his smile, and hugged him tightly, "Go to sleep, I will carry you up the mountain!"

The little baby grabbed Song Yan's skirt with both hands, arched his head into his neck, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Song Yan hugged the god who had turned into a doll, and walked towards the mountain road step by step.

The sun finally rose, and the golden light sprinkled all over the earth.

Song Yan looked down at the child in his arms, and saw that he was sleeping and breathing evenly, but his brows were slightly frowned.His long eyelashes fluttered slightly from time to time, and his little red mouth pursed lightly from time to time.

The shrunken Shenjun is no longer transparent, just like an ordinary child.But he was a little fairer than ordinary children, and the sun shone on his face, which made his little face more pale and red.

So cute!

Song Yan couldn't help but kissed him lightly on the head.

The little baby's brows immediately frowned even tighter. Although he didn't open his eyes, he expressed his anger with actions - he stretched out his fleshy little hand and scratched Song Yan's face!

However, when the nail touched the skin, the little hand didn't use any force, it just scratched Song Yan's chin without pain.

Song Yan took the opportunity to kiss the chubby hand.He has no immunity to cute little animals and children, and always likes to hug and kiss them.

The little doll in her arms still frowned to express her dissatisfaction.After he withdrew his little hand, he didn't forget to wipe Song Yan's skirt, then turned his head and went back to sleep.

Song Yan: "..."

Tsk, it's just a kiss, but you think I'm dirty...

At this moment, he somewhat understood why Shenjun was so angry before.But he still wanted to make an excuse - it's always wrong for two men to talk to each other!It's awkward to think about it!

***

When approaching the gate of the temple, Song Yan stopped and called softly: "Shenjun, we are here."

The little baby opened her eyes slightly, scanned her surroundings with a sullen face, then closed her eyes again and lay on Song Yan's chest to continue sleeping.

"Then I carried you in?" Seeing that he refused to wake up, Song Yan had no choice but to threaten.

His intuition told him that Shenjun doesn't like others to see his real body, let alone his current appearance?

The threat worked, the little baby pouted and finally woke up.He raised his head, glared at Song Yan, and then disappeared in the next second.

Song Yan still maintained the movement of holding the child, he was stunned for a while before letting go, and then walked towards the temple gate.

As soon as he entered the temple gate, he saw Daoist Yang sitting on a red pine platform under the mulberry tree.

"Master!" Song Yan shouted and walked towards him quickly.

Daoist Yang got up and walked down the wooden platform when he saw him enter the door. He smiled at him and said, "You're back? How's the situation?"

"Although there are some twists and turns, everything is fine!" Song Yanchong bowed his hands to Master.

Daoist Yang had already noticed the black strangle marks on his neck and wrists at this time, and he couldn't help but asked worriedly, "How did this happen?"

Song Yan smiled helplessly and said, "It's a long story, Master, let's talk about it when we go back to our room."

The two then went to the backyard bedroom.

After Song Yan told the ins and outs of the future, Daoist Yang regretted letting him go down the mountain alone.

Song Yan hurriedly comforted the master, saying that he was fine, and after this exercise, his body and mind had improved.

Daoist Yang took a look at him and found that he was indeed in good spirits, not as if he had just escaped from a tiger's mouth.

Song Yan didn't dare to bring up the matter of Shenjun's mouth, and always felt that his face burned when he mentioned it, and he inexplicably thought of the entanglement of lips and tongues at that time... It was simply unbearable.

He only said that it was Shenjun who gave him a little zhenqi with the palm of his hand, so he benefited from it.

Before the monks went up the mountain, Daoist Yang personally made a bowl of noodles for Song Yan. After watching him finish eating, he went to wash the bowls and chopsticks himself, while Song Yan went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Song Yan looked at his body in the mirror, the scars on his neck and wrists were really scary, the black and purple circle, it looked like he was stretched hard.

In fact, for a man of cultivation like Song Yan, it is not terrible to strangle him hard, but the terrible thing is that Yin Qi seeps into his body.When Master cooked the noodles just now, he intentionally put a few herbs in it, just because he was afraid that his body would be invaded by Yin Qi.

After taking a bath, Song Yan planned to go to morning class, but Daoist Yang ordered him to rest on the kang.

He thought it would be good to take a nap for a while, but he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

***

Song Yan was falling asleep when he suddenly felt that the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, as if it had entered winter in an instant. He had to pull up the quilt before continuing to sleep.

But he didn't sleep well, and his intuition told him that something was approaching.

He suddenly got up and looked at the door, only to see a person standing at the door looking towards him.

It was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and average stature. He stared straight at him with a pair of eyes, which made him tremble suddenly.

It's the man who wants to pay homage to him!

Song Yan didn't expect this guy to come here after him, so he roared angrily: "Get lost!"

The man yelled "Bride" and rushed forward, grabbed Song Yan's wrist, and dragged it out vigorously.

Song Yan immediately reached out and grabbed the legs of the kang cabinet next to him, not daring to let that person drag him away.

He knew that he was in a dream, because there were no black strangle marks on the wrist grabbed by the man.

He really wanted to wake up, but he was too busy arguing with the man now, so he couldn't find a good way, so he had to open his mouth to curse.

"Get lost! I'm a man! What are you pestering me for! Are you blind! How dare you let go..."

***

When Daoist Yang came back from morning class, he heard Song Yan talking in his sleep.When he entered the room, he saw that Song Yan was sleeping very restlessly, and he kept scratching the strangle mark on his wrist.

Scratch it again and it will break the skin!

"Song Yan! Wake up!" Daoist Yang yelled at him while pressing his wrist, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

Daoist Yang saw that he couldn't wake up, so he found some gauze and wrapped Song Yan's injured wrist first, so as not to be scratched by himself.

He tried the temperature on Song Yan's forehead, but he didn't have a fever. On the contrary, his body temperature was low, as if he had just broken out in a cold sweat.

He glanced at the scar on Song Yan's neck again, the scar was even darker, so he concluded that Yin Qi had entered Song Yan's body, and the entry time was relatively early, and it was already lurking in the body before giving him the medicine. Now the attack started while Song Yan was asleep.

Daoist Yang leaned over to Song Yan's ear and said, "Song Yan, hold on! Master is going to collect medicine for you, and he will be back soon!"

After speaking, he bit his fingertips, drew a talisman on Song Yan's forehead, and then tucked his quilt back, and then turned and left.

After Daoist Yang left, a crow landed at the door.Seeing no one around, it turned into a man in black, opened the door and walked in.

"You are really worrying."

The man looked at Song Yan's frown and couldn't help but sighed softly.

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