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In an instant, needles could be heard in the hall.

Zhang Qinglan sat blankly on the spirit stone, the wound on her lower lip had scabbed over, leaving a small piece of dark blood, her face was as pale as paper.A moment later, she drooped her eyelashes to hide the guilt and entanglement in her eyes.

Ao Zhan deliberately bent down, put his hands on the young man's side, forcing Zhang Qinglan to look at him: "..."

Zhang Qinglan couldn't help trembling in shock as the cold breath that came close suddenly passed over her cheeks. The calmness and composure she had before Ao Dingbo disappeared at this moment, and she could no longer put on that unscrupulous look.

Zhang Qinglan propped herself up and sat on the spirit stone, bit the bullet and grabbed the opponent's sleeve, her voice was calm with a touch of dryness: "I can't say."

Ao Zhan was disturbed when he heard this, he let out a low snort, and said coldly: "Forget it." After speaking, he pulled his sleeves away from the young man's hand, intending to stand up straight.

Unexpectedly, at this very moment, Zhang Qinglan suddenly sat up on her knees, threw herself on Ao Zhan's body, put her hands on Ao Zhan's shoulders tightly, lowered her head, her pupils lost any sparkle.

Glancing sideways, the young man forced a smile and said with a deadpan face, "Don't go."

Ao Zhan only felt that he was hypocritical, so he laughed back in anger.

Grabbing Zhang Qinglan's arm that was on his shoulder, Ao Zhan said coldly, "Let it go." As he spoke, his fingertips couldn't help exerting force, and immediately left red marks on the young man's white wrist bones.

Zhang Qinglan shrank subconsciously from the pain.

As a result, half of his sleeves fell down, and the hands that had been resting on Ao Zhan's neck gradually turned translucent.

"!" Zhang Qinglan's breath was stagnant when she saw this, and she quickly withdrew her hand without thinking, pulled off the sleeves that had been piled up to the bend of her arms, and covered her arms in them.

Seeing all this, Ao Zhan's veins twitched on his forehead, and quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhang Qinglan's wrist, and lifted off the covering material, so that his translucent hands were completely exposed to the sea water. middle.

Zhang Qinglan struggled several times, but finally had to give up, obediently turned her head away, and lowered her eyes in silence.

Ao Zhan looked worried, and immediately said in a cold voice: "What's going on?"

Zhang Qinglan froze all over, and after thinking for a moment, she prevaricated: "It's nothing. Maybe the wick has been soaked in sea water for too long and got damp."

Ao Zhan laughed back angrily, only when Zhang Qinglan was at this point and still wanted to lie to lie to him, and felt that the other party was getting weaker and weaker, he deliberately mocked: "Damp?"

"Heh, it's neither human nor demon, it's really a monster."

Before he finished speaking, he forcibly exercised his kung fu, mobilized his sea of ​​energy, and poured all of the small half of his spiritual energy stored by himself from running his kung fu not long ago into the young man's body along with the two of them clasping their hands.

Zhang Qinglan grunted in pain as the sudden and complex spiritual force washed over his veins.He quickly closed his eyes, secretly lucked out, and stored all the spiritual energy passed by Ao Zhan in the sea of ​​​​qi, transforming it with luck.

Ao Zhan let go of his hands and looked at the young man sitting on the spirit stone in front of him with a complicated expression.

300 years of earthly time is enough to seal up too much, and the so-called truth in other people's mouths does not mean complete truth.

The past is the past, even looking back now, it is like a veil.If you don't experience it yourself, whether you are buried in the deep sea or betrayed by others, if you don't remember it, the feeling will not be real.

Whether it's the so-called entry into the world or experience... Hearing that the two of them had a bond in their past, Ao Zhan even had a momentary urge to move.

But only for that moment.

Ao Zhan lowered his eyes, caressed the young man's eyebrows with his fingertips, and said in a very soft voice: "This king gave you a chance."

Maybe there really is a secret, but it doesn't matter at this time.

No matter who it is, suddenly knowing that the person beside you who pleases and obeys you in every possible way actually has an unspeakable secretive purpose, it is impossible to be unconcerned.

He is not heartless.

If the other party has the heart, even if it is a clumsy lie made up casually, he may be able to convince himself to believe it.

Ao Zhan laughed at himself, but it was a pity that the man was so arrogant that he didn't even want to lie.

On the spirit stone, the young man sat cross-legged.

The rich spiritual energy is moving rapidly, surrounding Zhang Qinglan's body, intertwined and intertwined to form a fine net, which is continuously nourishing the people in it.

Ao Zhan snorted coldly, crossed his arms, but did not leave, but stood in front of the spirit stone, staring at the flying spirit energy to repair the damage in the opponent's body.

After a while, the speed of the brilliance on the surface of the Lingshi gradually slowed down, and soon it was completely condensed and calm.

Zhang Qinglan slowly opened his eyes, and when he stretched out his hands again, the arms that were almost transparent had become real again.

Ao Zhan looked at him expressionlessly, implying something: "If it's just out of guilt, you don't have to hypocritically follow me and be a petty boy, it's ridiculous to think about it."

The man spread out his hand, and in the center of his palm was the blood jade Chongli that was found by Ao Dingbo.

Zhang Qinglan's pupils narrowed slightly, and she looked up at Ao Zhan, her expression full of surprise and astonishment.

Ao Zhan took Chong Li back with his backhand, and with a little thought, the thing disappeared in the sea water, never to be seen again: "In this case, this thing is not yours anymore."

Zhang Qinglan trembled all over, and slowly retracted the right hand that was about to be stretched out.

The blood jade shone red in the sea water, and the young man stared at it for a long time. After a while, he half-closed his eyes and replied in a low voice: "...OK."

"One last question." Ao Zhan folded his arms, condescendingly, without a hint of warmth in his voice: "Does that bald donkey have anything to do with you?"

Zhang Qinglan was still immersed in unspeakable sadness just now, when she heard Ao Zhan's question, she immediately widened her eyes, not daring to answer: "Of course there is nothing at all."

Ao Zhan casually played with Chong Li in his hand, as if he was talking about something unimportant: "I happened to meet my king Hualong that day, but you suddenly disappeared. At the same time, the magic circle opened."

"How can I ask this king not to be suspicious?"

Zhang Qinglan frowned, and fell to the ground in twos and twos, her hands clenched into fists by her sides: "Whether you believe it or not, I really have nothing to do with him."

Pulling open the front, Zhang Qinglan took out the Qiankun bag that he carried with him, and took out the lotus copper plate that the two of them had seen before, and lightly brushed the engraved pattern on it with his fingertips: "That day the magic circle in the mountain was opened, and the sky and the earth were darkened." , the spiritual energy was mixed, and the scene was very chaotic for a while."

"There is a huge boulder falling in the middle of the mountain top, which is regarded as a treasure to suppress the formation." Zhang Qinglan frowned, as if recalling something: "When the formation was broken and the boulder was shattered, a pale light burst out from it."

"The beams of light intertwine...the final form is an engraved mark like this copper sheet, which is fleeting."