Master Shizun wants to force marriage?

Yan Tong was a little dumbfounded.

At this moment, he finally relieved the cold brought to him by the long dream.

Ji Heng's words woke him up: Ji Heng is no longer the Ji Heng of the past, nor is he the Yan Tong of the past.

What happened back then will never happen again.

Yan Tong stared at Ji Heng's flushed face, the pain in his heart gradually turned into waves of itching that became more intense.

Since Ji Heng was willing to do that for him just now, it means that Ji Heng still has him in his heart.

Yan Tong suddenly smiled lightly, then leaned over and kissed Ji Heng again.

Zhen Lingzhu was stirred several times between the lips and teeth of the two of them, and then Yan Tong used some method to refine it into a drop of blood, and swallowed it as Ji Heng couldn't react in time.

After Yan Tong felt that Ji Heng had swallowed it, he slightly bent his mouth, closed his eyes and occupied Ji Heng's mouth wholeheartedly.

In the end, Ji Heng was so out of breath that Yan Tong let him go, and when he left his lips, he curled up the silver thread hanging on Ji Heng's mouth with the tip of his tongue.

Ji Heng blushed like a cooked shrimp, staring blankly at Yan Tong, speechless.

It was as if he didn't understand what happened in just a short moment.

Yan Tong also realized that he was just like a child who had a nightmare and lost his temper. Seeing Ji Heng in a daze, he leaned over and kissed him between the eyebrows, and said with a smile: "That's all right, I don't need to give it to you in the future." If you unblock your spiritual power, you won't have any more accidents."

Ji Heng felt that there was a small stream of warm current rushing towards his heart in his limbs and bones, and the perennial coldness in his body seemed to be dispelled suddenly.

Of course he knew what that meant.

But how did Yan Tong do it?

impossible...

He stared blankly at Yan Tong, frowning deeply: "Zhen Lingzhu...what the hell is it?"

Yan Tong lowered his eyes, held Ji Heng's hand after hesitating for a moment, and said softly: "It's the heart that You Ling took from me a hundred years ago. She wanted to use it to save her father, but in the end she couldn't bear it." It didn't work out."

What Yan Tong said was calm, Ji Heng's face was indeed pale without a trace of blood, his body was also stiff, his hands and feet were cold, his fingertips were trembling, he stared blankly at Ji Heng speechless.

Yan Tong knew that Ji Heng might need some time to accept this matter, so he just held his hand tightly, pulled him into his arms, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, Master. It's just a Elixir, it's okay..."

Ji Heng seemed to have turned into a piece of wood in an instant, and was held in Yan Tong's arms, completely unconscious, only his eyeballs moved occasionally.

After a while, he suddenly pushed Yan Tong away, lying on the edge of the couch and retching violently.

It's a pity that he couldn't vomit anything, he just grabbed the edge of the bed tightly, as if he wanted to vomit out his heart.His face became paler, only his eye sockets quickly turned red, and tears fell from his eyes as he retched.

At first, he just shed tears unconsciously, and after a while Yan Tong heard him sobbing softly.

Yan Tong felt uncomfortable seeing him like this, but even if he didn't tell Ji Heng now, Ji Heng would investigate sooner or later.

Although Ji Heng couldn't accept it temporarily, he still wanted to do it.

It is indeed a way to adjust through him, but as Ji Heng's body recovers, the erosive power of the more powerful spiritual power will also become stronger.

To heal completely.

Sooner or later, Ji Heng must eat this town spirit bead refined by Yan Tong's heart.

Yan Tong hugged Ji Heng from behind, and dragged him back to the couch with some strength.

Ji Heng didn't retch anymore, she just lowered her head and couldn't stop crying.

Yan Tong hugged him and let him nestle on his shoulder. He didn't speak, but just gently stroked Ji Heng's back.

Again and again, gently and patiently.

After about a quarter of an hour, Ji Heng slightly pushed Yan Tong away, and sat facing him, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and his face was full of tears.

Although he looked embarrassed, he was much more lively than usual.

Yan Tong lowered his head and kissed away the wet tears on his face, held his face in his hands, and smiled calmly: "100 years have passed, and I don't hurt, why are you crying, Master?"

After hearing what he said, Ji Heng began to cry unconsciously again.

Yan Tong sighed, and wanted to reach out to help him wipe it off, but Ji Heng suddenly reached out and grabbed the hand he extended, and stared at Yan Tong with red eyes.

He led the hand that only wanted to wipe away his tears, slowly put it on his heart, squeezed out a forced smile, and said to Yan Tong in a hoarse voice: "Tongtong, Master wants to give you a gift, you Don't refuse, okay?"

Yan Tong looked at Ji Heng in confusion, but he soon understood.

From the position of Ji Heng's chest, a little blue light slowly appeared, the light gradually expanded, and then turned into a blue bead the size of a fingernail in Yan Tong's hands.

That is... Ji Heng's golden pill.

Yan Tong's face darkened quickly, holding the golden pill, he didn't know what to do, he was a little anxious: "What are you doing?!"

There was a thin layer of sweat on Ji Heng's forehead. Hearing this, he smiled and tore another hair from his head.

That hair turned into a red thread in Ji Heng's hands.

Yan Tong watched helplessly as Ji Heng used the red thread to string up the blue beads in his hand, and then slowly put them on his neck.

Ji Heng's voice was a little weak, but gentle enough: "Don't be afraid, this is only half of my golden pill, even if I take it out, I won't be in danger of my life.

What's more, this half of the golden elixir did not belong to me a hundred years ago. "

Ji Heng put on the bead for Yan Tong, looked at him and said slowly: "Not long after you were banned, I fell into a coma for a long time.

When I woke up, the people from the top ten factions had already burned everything related to you.

The Hall of Wuwen was empty in an instant.You're gone, and I can't keep even one thing related to you. "

Ji Heng spoke slowly, with a hoarse voice, and clenched his hands tightly, as if there was a huge pain in his chest: "Even Xiao Hei, I can't keep it.

When you were in Wuwen Hall, you always liked to sleep with it in your arms.

When you leave, it always goes to sleep on your couch.

But by then it was very old.Tongtong, do you know?I was really scared at the time, I was afraid that I would not be able to keep Xiao Hei who was related to you in the end, so I had to see it every moment to be at ease.

It always goes to you, calling out mournfully.

I know it's waiting for you, but I lost you and I can't bring you back.

I held it in my arms, kept feeding it spiritual power, and stayed with it in your room night after night.

However, even so, Xiao Hei was still dead.

Everything about you in the Blue Dome is completely gone.

I couldn't accept it, so I cut out half of my golden core, so as to keep Xiao Hei's last trace of life in the world.

I'm going to keep it.

Tongtong, it is waiting for you to come back. "

Ji Heng spoke slowly in a low and hoarse voice, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

It seems to have returned to that time all of a sudden.

He hugged an old cat that was about to die, and spent every hopeless late night alone, waiting for the person he missed day and night.

However, the cat died, and the night was late, but the person he was waiting for had not returned for a long time.

Yan Tong quietly listened to Ji Heng's somewhat difficult narration, and slowly stretched out his hand to hold the blue bead around his neck and rubbed it gently.

This is Ji Heng's half golden elixir, half his life.

This is Xiao Hei's last ray of life left in the world, and it was transformed by Ji Heng's desperate efforts to keep the only connection with him.

But at this moment, Yan Tong felt a little tired out of season.

He and Ji Heng each risked half their lives to go out.

He trapped Ji Heng for seven years with illusions.

But how many years did Ji Heng trap himself during his hundred years in Yaoyuan?

In the spring and autumn of 100 years, how did they get to where they are today?

Back then, did Ji Heng have him in his heart...

He was a little dazed, his heart was sore and uncomfortable, and he touched the bead with lowered eyelids as if in meditation.

After Ji Heng finished speaking, his eyes were still red, and mist gathered in his eyes again.

His hands were cold, but he still gently held Yan Tong's, sadly and desperately said: "Tongtong, it was Master's fault back then, Master did not fulfill his responsibility as a teacher and failed to protect you well.

I also didn't understand your mind in time, and understand my own mind.

It's all Master's fault.

But, can you... can you allow me to like you again? "

Yan Tong was awakened by the cold temperature in Ji Heng's hands, and when he heard him say such humble words, it seemed that a bottomless hole had fallen in his chest, blowing the harsh winter wind and snow.

Ji Heng is the number one immortal head in the cultivation world, the immortal Heng Jun who has no dust in his eyes.

Why did it become so humble.

Even if you like someone, you have to ask desperately "Can I like you?"

Yan Tong held Ji Heng's hand instead, and pulled him into his arms. Ji Heng lowered his head and seemed afraid to face him, but he never let go of his hand.

Yan Tong hugged him again, put his head on his shoulder, breathing with difficulty: "How much of what happened back then that I don't know?"

Ji Heng didn't respond, he was waiting for Yan Tong's answer.

Ji Heng's collar was slightly opened because of the action just now, exposing half of his shoulders.

Yan Tong bowed his head and kissed there, and then said softly: "Yes. Master, please like me, only you are allowed to like me."

Ji Heng's body froze for a moment, he didn't look at Yan Tong for a long time, but just hugged him tightly.

There was dampness and heat on his shoulders, and Yan Tong realized that Ji Heng was crying again.

In less than an hour, he had already made this person cry two or three times.

He hugged his back, leaned on his shoulder and smiled lowly: "Don't cry, huh? Didn't I promise you all?"

Hearing this, Ji Heng pushed him, and then looked at Yan Tong with red eyes, Yan Tong felt a little distressed when he saw his aggrieved look: "Why are you crying like this?" As he spoke, he wiped his tears pitifully.

When his hand touched Ji Heng's face, Ji Heng looked at him and said suddenly: "...then, do you still like me?"

Yan Tong: "..." Was it because I was struggling with this?

Yan Tong smiled, lowered his head and kissed his red and swollen eyes lightly: "I like it." Seeing his blank and frightened expression, he obviously couldn't believe it, and joked again: "I give you my heart, I don't like you, Who else can I like?"

Naturally, Ji Heng couldn't laugh, but looked at Yan Tong with burning eyes, kissed the corner of his mouth after a while, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

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