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"..." Zhang Qinglan was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

Ao Zhan didn't answer, but decisively grasped the young man's right hand, put his fingertips on the inner side of the opponent's wrist in the motion of checking the pulse, and at the same time controlled his own spiritual power to turn into a tenacious silk thread, tightly wrapped around the opponent's body.

By the time Zhang Qinglan realized it, she was already imprisoned in place and unable to move.The whole body was completely enveloped by the real dragon aura that overflowed like a tide. He tried several times to struggle to no avail, and finally sat cross-legged on the giant clam, looking helplessly at Ao Zhan with a serious face opposite him.

Ao Zhan didn't get distracted by this, and even deliberately subdivided the spiritual power into several strands, connecting the thread-like spiritual power with the giant clam, binding the young man in front of him.

The old calluses on the fingertips lightly stroked the inside of Zhang Qinglan's wrists and pressed several acupuncture points tightly. Ao Zhan's spiritual consciousness was wide open, and dark blue light flickered in his vertical pupils, manipulating the spiritual energy to swim through the veins of the young man.

After running the spiritual energy for a week, Ao Zhan moved his mind a little, and withdrew the spiritual energy that had penetrated into the opponent's body.Only then did I notice that Zhang Qinglan's Qi sea was peaceful, and the spiritual energy that could be accumulated was as shallow as before, without any changes.

After detecting this point, Ao Zhan's gaze towards the young man became very complicated in an instant.

The sudden high fever just now made him unable to move for a while, but his consciousness was not completely submerged in the lava-like hot waves.

In that situation, the sudden coolness was like a fire-fighting spring, driving away the unreasonable hotness in his sea of ​​consciousness in time... At the same time, an inexplicable familiarity hit his heart.

Not only did he comfort him when he wanted to be irritable and struggling the most in the past three days, Ao Zhan fell into deep thought... At the moment just now, what emerged in his mind was that he was seriously injured by Luliao Mountain's magic circle at that time, and his muscles, bones and joints were injured. The pain blocked by the remnants of the formation.

At the most critical juncture, the same sudden soft aura that was exactly the same as just now, like a rising tide, helped him escape from the turbulent depression and prevent him from falling into obsession.

Ao Zhan stared at the small piece of dry blood on the corner of Zhang Qinglan's lips, and felt that the truth was already coming out.

As if possessed by a demon, he raised his hand to caress the young man's cheek, then leaned in and kissed the corner of the other's lips a few times, and lightly brushed the wound on Zhang Qinglan's lip with the tip of his tongue.

The familiar faint fragrance instantly permeated the mouth, making the man's eyes darken even more.

Hearing the person in front of him take a breath of air because of the stinging pain from the wound being licked, Ao Zhan leaned into the young man's ear and lowered his voice, "Lucky for a little week, and then let you go... how about it?" His voice was deep and deep , almost with a hint of coaxing, and a softness that is hard for others to detect.

Feeling the icy breath passing by the pinna, Zhang Qinglan shuddered all over, the whole body was shrouded in the shadow of the man in front of him, stiff and motionless.

There were still small spots of wet water on his lips, the young man closed his eyes forcefully, pursed his lips and remained silent.Naturally, there is no such thing as Ao Zhan's general luck, practicing a round of Xiao Zhou.

Ao Zhan then became more certain about the guess in his heart, and a trace of inexplicable helplessness flashed in his eyes.

It didn't take long for Ao Zhan to strike like lightning, put his two fingers together in the middle of the food and tap a few big acupuncture points on the young man's chest, and then use his own spiritual power as a guide, under the surprised eyes of Zhang Qinglan who gradually became flustered , Forced to help him luck.

Ao Zhan held his breath as he swam through the sea of ​​energy of the young man's veins one by one, drawing his spiritual energy, only then did he realize that the opponent's dantian, which seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist, finally showed its original shape.

At the same time, as if the seal had been lifted, the young man's entire aura was no longer dull as before, but a small piece of soft white light suddenly burst out.

The outline of the figure is like the outline of the ink, gradually disappearing, and the skin exposed outside the clothes becomes light and translucent.

The breath of the whole person is weak, the air sea in the dantian is dry, and the light fragrance lingering around is also dissipating with the passage of time... Finally, the ordinary person's disguise covering the appearance has faded away, and Zhang Qinglan is more beautiful than he imagined. The middle ones are even weaker.

Ao Zhan's heart sank for no reason, and the five fingers of his right hand, which had been holding the young man's wrist, tightened tightly: "When you came back from Luliao Mountain that day...what did you use to save me?"

Ao Zhan thought that feeding people with blood was the limit, but he never thought that Zhang Qinglan would become what he is now, as if he would disappear into the sea at any time.

Thinking about that time in the Crystal Palace, the opponent's face was as pale as paper, not because he suffered multiple injuries in Luliao Mountain... but because he used too much original spiritual power, and it was difficult to recover in a short time.

Zhang Qinglan felt the loosening of the bound spiritual power on her body, but she maintained that rigid and upright sitting posture, fixed on the giant clam.

With mixed emotions, Ao Zhan subconsciously raised his hand to caress the young man's lips, wiping away the scattered blood stains left on it.

I don't know how long the two of them stood in a relatively silent stalemate, but in the end Zhang Qinglan sighed and reached out to shake hands with the man, signaling him to let go of his spiritual sense.

Ao Zhan's right eyelid twitched a few times for no reason, and with Zhang Qinglan's cooperation, he quickly detected the almost dry air sea in the young man's dantian, on which was suspended an inch-long jade lotus lamp, the wick was glowing. Faint golden light.

Wrapped in the golden light is a small round bead made up of gossip Pisces. The Pisces pattern is one blue and one white, and they are slowly swimming and spinning in a circle.The only thing that seemed abrupt was that the light on the herring was dim, compared with the radiant white fish, it seemed dusty.

But that's right, that bald donkey acted viciously, whether in Ye City or Luliao Mountain, the formations he used were always aimed at exterminating them.How could it be possible for people to heal serious injuries easily without cost.

It's just that the Dragon Clan is conceited. After waking up, the first thing he saw was Ao Dingbo who was standing by his side, so he had preconceived ideas and believed that Nanhai Yu's medical treatment was effective, so he didn't think too much about others.

Ao Zhan withdrew his spiritual consciousness after a while... His expression was once extremely complicated.

Zhang Qinglan felt her right hand resting on Ao Zhan's palm was silently clenched, and when she raised her eyes, she met the man's eyes as bright as cold stars.

"It's just a small half of essence that has been cultivated in the past hundred years." Zhang Qinglan tried to withdraw his right hand, and smiled indifferently: "Master Dragon King, don't worry...it will recover after a while."

Ao Zhan's heart trembled when he heard the words, but when he saw Zhang Qinglan's pale face but still tried to put on a calm and breezy appearance, he couldn't help but loosen his hand and shook hands with the other party, half closed his eyelids, and gritted his teeth. : "Tsk... who said that this king cares whether you live or die."

Suddenly being let go, Zhang Qinglan lowered her head in a daze, her fingertips curled slightly.

Hearing those sarcastic remarks, the young man laughed at himself from an angle that no one noticed, and then said softly: "Ah, that's right."

"It's me who overstepped, please forgive me, Lord Dragon King."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Zhang Qinglan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, followed by a huge force from in front of him, which directly overturned his whole body, and he had to lie back on his back under the giant clam superior.

The water around his body fluctuated violently, and the shoulders were firmly held down, leaving no room for struggle.

When the faint feeling of dizziness receded from the sea of ​​consciousness, Zhang Qinglan slowly opened his eyes, and found that Ao Zhan in front of him had turned into his original form—the blue dragon dragon head was looking straight at him.

At this time, the demon pupils that are as transparent as glass are glowing with a faint blue light, and the dragon's beard is floating and shaking in the sea water, occasionally passing the young man's bare skin outside his robe, evoking a slight itching.

The eyes of the monster race have the effect of confusing people's hearts. Zhang Qinglan's eyes were out of focus, and she was stunned for a while... After that, she couldn't help but raise her hands to wrap around the sides of the dragon's head, wanting to touch the dragon's head almost as if fascinated. horn.

Immediately there was a clear and shallow dragon chant in the side hall, deep and hoarse, echoing in the empty hall.

I saw that Qinglong lowered his head slightly, not distinguishing whether he was happy or angry, but he did not reject Zhang Qinglan's action. The dragon's tail flicked a few times with the water waves behind him, completely smashing the giant clams underneath.

Wei Liang's fingertips not only touched the huge dragon's horn, but also rubbed it tentatively a few times, bringing a tiny stimulation like electric shock.

The dragon horns of adult dragons are not as weak and sensitive as in childhood. Even so, the actions of the youth have had a considerable impact on the blue dragon.

Seeing the black ink in the monster's eyes gradually settle down, Ao Zhan finally couldn't help shaking his head, and spewed out a few dragon's breaths, pulling Zhang Qinglan back to sanity from the state of being bewitched by the monster race.

At the same time, Ao Zhan let out a low whistle, and called out the three dragon scales that had been sealed for many days from the crowbar hanging around the young man's neck.

Each dragon scale is half the size of a palm, with sharp edges and hard texture, shining brightly.Now being summoned by Qinglong, they all shone with blue light like living creatures.

Ao Zhan raised the dragon claw in Zhang Qinglan's surprised eyes, and then lightly tapped one of the scales, and the blue fireworks suddenly rose, and the dragon scale was refined in the blink of an eye, and the whole thing was turned into a pool of liquid medicine, which was immersed in the young man's body. Between the slightly parted lips and teeth, he disappeared in an instant.

I saw the blue light flourishing, and a warm current immediately spread to Zhang Qinglan's veins and flesh, causing people's spiritual power to surge, repairing the dry sea of ​​​​qi.

When all the dust settled, Ao Zhan released his spiritual consciousness while Zhang Qinglan hadn't returned to his senses. Seeing that Tai Chi Pisces was no longer as dim as before, he lifted the dragon claw that was used as a fixation on the young man, and his whole body glowed with dots of light. , into human form.

Zhang Qinglan lay stiffly on the giant clam, her black hair spread out behind her, and her clothes became disheveled due to her previous actions.The essence that was almost exhausted was repaired by the majestic monster power. Although it could not be completely repaired, it could be regarded as a relief.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other party's limbs were weak and unable to move, Ao Zhan stretched out his hands and hugged him into his arms, and leaned forward to let their foreheads touch each other.

"Zhang Qinglan," Ao Zhan felt the other party's breathing become a little hasty, slightly tightened his arms around the young man's back, his eyes were Chen Yu: "...I can't see through you."