Master Shizun wants to force marriage?

"Well, you Heng Lord, you hid the monster, and now you have nothing to hide, but you still protect this monster! What are you so worried about?!" Wu Qi also showed his sharp sword, and his moves were all directed at Yan Tong.

In the beginning, Ji Heng didn't do anything ruthless, but just prevented Wu Qi from hurting Yan Tong.

But Wu Qi's moves were fatal, and Ji Heng's moves of only defending but not attacking soon became overwhelmed.

Wu Qi took the opportunity to brush his sword past Ji Heng's side, pointing directly at Yan Tong's throat.

Yan Tong couldn't avoid it.

But the expected pain did not come.

For some reason, Ji Heng rushed over from behind and blocked the sword for Yan Tong.

The moment Ji Heng turned around and hugged him, Yan Tong felt his heart stopped beating.

The black ink robe on Ji Heng's body was soon stained with blood, Yan Tong hurriedly hugged him, looked at Ji Heng in disbelief, and said cautiously: "Master?"

In an instant, the world turned pale, and only Ji Heng's pale face and red body remained in Yan Tong's eyes.

He lay on Yan Tong's shoulder, wondering if the pain caused him to lose consciousness, and said in a daze, "Don't follow him. Go down the mountain, leave Xiling, and be a mortal..."

Yan Tong was startled, hugged his weak body, knelt on the ground, turned his face, and said with red eyes: "Say it again...Ji Heng, say it again, who do you want me to go with?"

The sword pierced straight into the heart, and Ji Heng's breathing was already very weak. He didn't know if he heard Yan Tong's words, but he stretched out his hand and lightly touched Yan Tong's face.

Yan Tong hugged him tightly and grabbed his hand: "Why do you want me to go down the mountain? Aren't you going to destroy my spiritual veins and kill me?"

Ji Heng didn't have time to say anything, and slowly closed his eyes.

The room was silent, Yan Tong hugged Ji Heng, just looked at him like that, motionless.

"Have you played the princess enough? Is it fun to play me?" Yan Yu leaned against the door, looking sullenly at Yan Tong who was kneeling on the ground and hugging Ji Heng tightly.

"I never thought of playing tricks on you, it was you who insisted on meddling." Yan Tong leaned over to pick Ji Heng up, and carefully put him on the couch.

Looking at Ji Heng's body again, where is there any blood stain?

Yan Yu sneered and walked slowly towards Yan Tong: "It's such a wonderful play, but how long can you lie to him?"

Yan Tong looked at him and said in a low voice, "How long can you lie to me, how long can I lie to you?"

Yan Yu stopped in front of him, and suddenly took out the white fan in his sleeve and pointed it at Yan Tong's neck. Yan Tong lowered his eyes and saw three silver needles on the tip of the fan. Yan Yusen said coldly: "If he didn't block that sword for you , are you going to just hug your master and bathe in blood, and turn into butterflies and fly together?"

Yan Tong looked at him without evasion, and said calmly, "He will save me."

"He wanted your life a quarter of an hour ago, why are you so sure he will save you?"

"If he really wants to kill me, he doesn't need to destroy my spiritual veins at all. He can kill me with a single sword. It's just that I didn't figure out why he would do that."

"Oh? Then you've figured it out now?" Yan Yu's poisonous needle had almost cut through Yan Tong's skin.

Yan Tong snorted and said, "I couldn't figure it out at first, don't you still have you? At that time you questioned Ji Heng, what's the difference between destroying my spiritual veins and killing me."

Yan Yu frowned and looked sullen, as if Yan Tong would kill him immediately if he said something that was not in his mind.

Yan Tong's eyes softened: "I figured it out, there is indeed a difference. You asked Ji Heng to report back to the head and let the head make the decision, but think about it, what decision can the head make as the head of a faction?"

Yan Yu's hand holding the handle of the fan tightened a little.

Yan Tong smiled: "Yes, he can only kill. As the head of the sect, he can't show favoritism. In order to preserve the reputation of the master and the reputation of Qing Qiongding, he can only kill."

"Even if the sect leader doesn't personally punish me in the end, I will fall into the hands of Wu Qi who takes the punishment. Who is Wu Qi? He is the person who wants me to die the most in Blue Vault."

"Do you think he will let me go? I'm afraid, breaking my body into ten thousand pieces won't solve the hatred in his heart, right?"

"So you think about it, what's the best ending?

It is to abolish my spiritual veins and make me a mortal.

Practitioners must not harm mortals.

This has been the rule for thousands of years, and even the people from the Blue Vault cannot break the rule.

So I want to try, why Ji Heng did this. "

Yan Yu looked at him, sneered, and then laughed loudly. While Yan Tong was not paying attention, he stabbed three silver needles into his chest without hesitation: "So you created this illusion. The Daoist who came, the noise outside the door, the "Wu Qi" who suddenly came in and wanted to assassinate you. You are forcing Ji Heng, and you want to know if Ji Heng will save you if you are really facing a desperate situation."

Yan Tong bowed his head and said nothing.

Yan Yu stopped laughing, took a step forward, and punched Yan Tong mercilessly in the face.

Yan Tong staggered and hit the bed behind him.

Yan Yu grabbed his lapel fiercely, and looked at him gloomyly: "You push me away and set up an enchantment, and put on such a big show in front of Ji Heng, Yan Tong, yes!"

Yan Tong reluctantly raised his head and bent his mouth: "So you lost, you see, he saved me."

"When he understands that all of this is your deception, he will kill you as well!"

Yan Tong wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "I said, how long can I lie."

Yan Yu's brows furrowed into a ball: "Just because he saved you, it doesn't mean he has you in his heart."

"I know." Yan Tong said lightly: "So I need this scam even more, I need time."

Yan Yu glared at him angrily for a moment, then shook him off fiercely, and said word by word: "Yan Tong, you think highly of yourself. Have you forgotten that I said that our bet was won by me?" gone?"

Yan Tong looked at him.

Yan Yu sneered: "One month after you left, when I was practicing in Qinyuanting, I kissed him and told him that I liked him. Do you know what he said at that time? He asked me, liking someone is like this. Do you feel it?"

Yan Tong's face turned green and pale for a while, and finally punched Yan Yu hard in the face, and said coldly: "I warned you, don't touch him."

Yan Yu was turned sideways by this punch, turned his head to look at Yan Tong, his eyes were cold: "You lost. Yan Tong, Ji Heng will not like you, never will. He would rather accept it before appearing by his side I will not be tempted by you who have been with him for many years.

In Ji Heng's place, you can only be a silly dog ​​wagging your head forever.

I am waiting for you, the day when swords meet. "

After Yan Yu finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

Yan Tong stood still on the spot for a long time before slowly walking to the side of the couch, staring at Ji Heng's sleeping face, and whispered slowly: "Master, Yan Yu was wrong. When you wake up, you will forget about this period of time." You will only remember everything that happened, I am your only apprentice.

Also, you like me.

Master, I didn't lose, right? "

What Ji Heng didn't know all along was that after returning from Qianmian Mountain, Yan Tong's illusion practice became more and more perfect. Before, he could only create virtual situations.

But now, it is already possible to create situations out of thin air.

It can even change the memory.

The support of the illusion is Yan Tong. As long as Yan Tong's spiritual power is continuously supplied, this deception can continue forever.

Ji Heng will live on with the memories Yan Tong gave him, and will always live by Yan Tong's side.

That night, Yan Tong took Ji Heng down the mountain, hired a carriage, and traveled westward.When the sky was about to dawn, Yan Tong found an inn and carried Ji Heng, who was still awake, into it.

He admits that he is despicable, that he has nothing to do with Ji Heng, and that he has gone mad.

But ask him to let Ji Heng go.

He can't.

It was already noon when Ji Heng woke up again, Yan Tong went to the town to buy some regular clothes for the two of them, and bought some delicate snacks before going back.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ji Heng sitting up, leaning his back against the bed, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

Yan Tong made some noises when he closed the door. Ji Heng looked up at him, and he smiled softly and walked over, sat down beside his couch, and said softly, "Master, are you awake? Is there any discomfort?"

Ji Heng stared at him and shook his head slightly.

Yan Tong put the things down, put the snack box on the table, and said with a smile, "After sleeping all day and night, do you want some snacks? It's your favorite hazelnut cake."

Ji Heng looked at him, then at the box of snacks, his throat moved, but he still didn't stay on the bed.

Yan Tong frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Where are we going?" Ji Heng suddenly lowered his head and asked in a low voice, looking a little uneasy.

Yan Tong walked up to him and asked inadvertently, "Master, do you still remember why we went down the mountain?"

Ji Heng was silent for a moment before slowly saying: "The blood of the monster race is awakened, and no one else can notice it, so we have to leave the Blue Dome."

Yan Tong was shocked.

Ji Heng remember?

Illusion failed?

He looked at Ji Heng, and said anxiously: "Do you remember?"

Ji Heng nodded, looking more disappointed than Yan Tong, and said sullenly: "You don't have to be implicated by me. Yan Tong, do you really want to go with me?"

Yan Tong was stunned, what's the matter?

Ji Heng just stared at him, with sadness and pain in his eyes, and a trace of guilt that Yan Tong couldn't understand.

Ji Heng's situation was abnormal, Yan Tong's first reaction was that there was something wrong with the illusion, so he tentatively asked, "Why do you say that?"

"You and I are just master and apprentice. They can't tolerate me, but they won't do anything to you. You don't have to stay with me." Ji Heng's voice was very low, with a strong sense of loss.

Yan Tong understood what he meant, but he still couldn't believe it. Could it be that in Ji Heng's memory, the person who really awakened the blood of the demon clan...was himself?

Yan Tong paused for a while, then looked at Ji Heng: "Do you think you are a demon?"

Ji Heng gave him a blank look, then nodded.

He really remembered the person who awakened the blood of the Yaozu as himself.

The news left Yan Tong at a loss for a while.

In the illusion he created, Ji Heng shouldn't have such a memory.The normal situation should be that Ji Heng would not remember the awakening of the blood of the Yantong monster clan at all, and his memory would stay before the new disciple's trial.

Also, Ji Heng will remember that he and Yan Tong are in love with each other.

But now...

Although this would not affect Yan Tong's original plan, Yan Tong was still a little uneasy.

But this is the first time he has activated such an illusion.

Once it starts, it cannot end unless Yan Tong's spiritual power is exhausted.

Yan Tong put his hand on the back of Ji Heng's hand, and used his spiritual power to detect the operation of the spiritual power in his body.

Turns out... everything works fine.

In other words, Ji Heng had such an inexplicably extra memory, and did not suffer any other loss.

Ji Heng watched Yan Tong's movements, and said blankly, "What are you doing?"

Yan Tong raised his head and looked at him. In order to make Ji Heng lie down more comfortably, his elder brother took off his jade crown. At this moment, his black hair was falling down, and his eyes were half-covered and half-covered, and Yan Tong suddenly felt Her heart beat a little faster, she stepped back half an inch and said, "Then do you remember what kind of monster you are?"

Since Yu Jiheng was unharmed, Yan Tong felt relieved.

In this way, Yan Tong had another thought.

Knowing his identity, Ji Heng wanted to abolish his spiritual veins and make him a mortal to save his life.

So what would he do if it was Ji Heng's own monster blood awakening?

How would he wish he had treated him?

Ji Heng seemed to have really thought about it for a moment, looked at Yan Tong and said sadly: "White bear spirit."

Yan Tong was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

The author has something to say: All those who climbed the top of the wall have returned to me!It will be sweet at the beginning of the next chapter! !

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