MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 37 I'm here

Shen Zhixian closed her eyes, Yan Jin no longer hesitated, took a breath, and the bottom of her eyes slightly glowed with red, and she continued to cross Shen Zhixian's body, soothing the muscles nourished for a long time. .

After Shen Zhixian returned to his senses, he could restrain his hands from being disturbed, and Yan Jin loosened his hands slightly, instead holding his hand in his palm.

Yan Jin's hands were too warm and moderate in strength, making Shen Zhixuan feel safe. He also subconsciously held Yan Jin backhand, tightly, like a drowning man finally caught his life-saving driftwood.

Shen Zhixian was too weak. Yan Jin was afraid he could not bear too much spiritual power at one time. When Shen Zhixian almost returned to normal, he slowly recovered his spiritual power, and his forehead and forehead were slightly separated.

Too close, Yan Jin can clearly see Shen Zhixuan's lips as soon as she glances at her, which is slightly dry and pale because of this toss.

Shen Zhixian was probably exhausted. He still closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing was heavy. Yan Jin condensed him for a moment, and finally couldn't help it, and quietly approached, restraining and gently printing on his lips.

At the touch of a touch, the light breeze blows over Jiaohua, so fast that even people think that it is just an illusion.

Shen Zhixian just felt that his lips seemed to be touched quickly by something warm. At this moment, he was in a mess and didn't think about it. Feeling that Yan Jin had distanced him, he opened it tiredly. eye.

He was so exhausted that he couldn't sit still. Yan Jin embraced him, and he rested his head on Yan Jin's shoulder, breathing slowly and gently.

After soothing for a while, he finally returned to God and had the energy to think about this weird mystery and everything.

This mystery ...

No one has ever seen it, and no one has gone in. It is rumored that this is a mysterious new mystery that has never been opened. but……

"Speaking with the gray robes that day, he knew nothing about the situation in Xincheng-he was not the one who entered the mystery this time. Most of those who were familiar with him were not." Shen Zhixuan closed her eyes and pulled away a bit , "Since someone has come in a long time ago, why is the rumor that this mystery is the first to appear for the first time ..."

If someone has entered or exited such a big mystery, it must be impossible to hide it, unless ... he didn't go on, but Yan Jin immediately understood what he meant, and Shen said, "Unless anyone who entered the mystery didn't go out. "

Without going out, they would not be able to tell the existence of this secret place. The last time the secret world was opened may be relatively secretive. Few people knew that the people who were lucky enough to enter the secret world did not go out, and it is no wonder that the outside world was completely confused.

So why don't these people go out?

Don't want to go out, or just ... can't go out at all?

There was some aching pain in the throat, and Shen Zhixian gave a cough, and said in a dumb voice, "I sealed the spiritual power, and I can't see it very well. Look at the people you've seen these days, what's the state?"

Yan Jin saw him uncomfortable, fed him a drink of water, and watched him shake his head to signal that he should not, and said, "The state is low and the spirit is weak."

This is another strange thing.

In principle, except for the unknown accident of Shen Zhixuan, everyone who can enter the secret realm should have a certain state and practice. This place is not a place where the spiritual power is exhausted. How can everyone not? Go back and forth, and the state of cultivation has fallen to such a point?

Shen Zhixian thought of the gray robe man and mumbled, "Everyone I saw that day couldn't see me ... but this gray robe man I saw today could see me and even persuaded me to eat the so-called Linguo ... "

A creepy conjecture came to mind, and Shen Zhixian felt that his palms were sweating a little.

He paused for a moment, raised his head slightly, looked at Yan Jin, and whispered, "I think these people are long gone. They don't go out, maybe not because they said they don't want to go out. It's because they can't go out at all ... "

These people should be ancient people, so they ca n’t go out—their flesh and blood have long been turned into bones, and only a weak soul is left. How can they get out!

Yan Jin took Shen Zhixian's hand and tightened tightly. Shen Zhixian was strangled a bit, only to find that he was all in Yan Jin's arms, not very dignified and unattractive ... He moved slightly and wanted to sit upright. However, the weakness and tiredness that came out of his bones dispelled him.

Shen Zhixian quietly looked at Yan Jin's look, looking at him as if he didn't care much, and lazily thought together, then quietly leaned back again, and continued to ponder: "It is said that most of them are just like me, and were taken the initiative by the secret realm. Bring in, they should be a normal living person when they come in ... "

It ’s only been a long time, they are gradually emptied of spiritual power by this mystery, emptied of anger, flesh and blood are decayed and turned into dust, and the ghost is trapped here, walking like a zombie, repeating the so-called "secret experience" day and night. .

"They can't see living people, because only the same dead souls can see each other ..." Shen Zhixian felt that he had faintly touched the tail of the truth, and pondered, "The higher the cultivation, the slower the death In the eyes of those who die low and die early, the slower they become manifest. "

This speculation is ridiculously absurd, but it is undeniable that this may be the closest speculation.

Yan Jin has no spiritual power to protect her body, but Shen Zhixian who has no spiritual power will be affected. If it had not been for Yan Jin to pass on some spiritual power and fix his mind, he would not be able to control his food today. Black gas, afraid to fold the remaining half of life here.

"Those black gas ..." Shen Zhixian asked slowly, "Is it magic?"

Yan Jin was silent for a moment, and whispered, "They ... should be magic repairs."

Shen Zhixian frowned.

This was a little unexpected to him. The gray robe man used black gas when he killed the deer that day. He thought it was because the black robe man ate too much magical stuff in the mystery, but it was because ... Are they originally magic?

In recent years, Xianxiu have devoted themselves to fighting the demon. They have almost disappeared and disappeared for a long time. There will be so many magical revisions here, that should be a long time ago ... At least Xianxiu and the magical revisions can live in peace. time.

What do so many magicians come into this mystery volume?

No, he is not a magic repair, and so many people in Xincheng are not magic repairs. Yan Jin ... An exception is Yan Jin. I do n’t know if it is affected by the original book or instinct.

Leaving aside Yan Jin for the time being, what do so many monks come in? Do you want to trap them all in a secret place and make fertilizer for these flowers?

Can't think of a reason, Shen Zhixian groaned for a moment, and said, "The time is short, and the people who come in Xincheng should still be okay, but I don't know where ... Let's go find Duan Yan and see what is happening on her side."

Listening to Shen Zhixuan lifting Duan Yan, Yan Jin's eyes flashed a little invisible under his eyes, fleeting, and then he returned to a calm look. He hummed and asked in a low voice: "Are you still uncomfortable?"

"Fair." This brainstorming ended, and Shen Zhixian yawned tiredly, closed his eyes tiredly, and lethargic. "Take care of me, don't let me touch those things ..."

His voice was gradually lowering, and a light breath was sprayed between Yan Jin's neck, slightly moist and slightly warm, almost rubbing Yan Jin's heart into a pool of water.

He quietly embraced people like this. After a long time, he looked down slightly, staring at the pale face of Shen Zhixian, his eyes were clear, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After falling asleep, Shen Zhixuan let go of his hand slightly, Yan Jin noticed it, and released it slightly, and then slowly and firmly squeezed his fingers between Shen Zhixu's fingers.

Ten fingers interlocked, as Shen Zhixian had done before.

Inseparable.

...

Shen Zhixuan said it was easy to leave, but in fact, they wandered here for several days and still couldn't do without these dark areas.

Shen Zhixuan was increasingly unable to resist the influence and erosion of the magical energy. Yan Jin originally only needed to spend one or two days on him a day, and then he had to do so every few hours.

Even so, he could hardly resist the tiredness that had percolated from his bones. In the end, he couldn't even walk, the whole person was groggy, and Yan Jin carried him back without a word.

Shen Zhixian reluctantly kept his last sober soberness, wrapping his hands around Yan Jin's neck, shaking hands in front of his chest, leaning his head against Yan Jin's head.

The mist grew thicker and quieter, and in the distance, a faint melodious singing sounded.

"A Jin ..."

Yan Jin was carefully identifying the road behind her, walking fast, not to mention that Shen Zhixian suddenly whispered in his ear, "Have you heard ... singing ..."

singing?

Yan Jin slowed down a little, listening attentively, and sure enough, a faint singing came from a distance.

Shen Zhixian's gaze fell away, his spirits were weak, and he leaned on Yan Jin's back staggeringly, actually humming subconsciously: "..."

I do n’t know what the song is singing, it is a mysterious and ancient language with a leisurely charm, and Shen Zhixian does not understand, but he is good at imitation, humming with a low voice, and actually learned seven or eight Split image.

His voice was not as clear as that of a distant song, and it should be softer and gentler. When he murmured with a weak ending, like a small hook, he suddenly hooked out some of Yan Jin's deep memories in his heart.

Emotions surged for a moment, Yan Jin's eyes deepened, he accelerated his pace, and continued to move forward.

As the road went faster and faster, the fog became more and more dense, and the road ahead could not be seen at all, and many sounds began to sound one after another in the fog.

There were the voices of the man in the gray robe that Shen Zhixian saw at the beginning, and the voice of the man in the black robe who gave fruit a few days ago, more unfamiliar voices, repeated with a sound.

"Why are you leaving ..."

"How good is this ..."

"A lot of treasures, let's stay together ..."

"Stay here ... stay ..."

"With us ..."

The voice was too noisy, covering up the distant song, Shen Zhixian stopped blankly, and began to restlessly.

He moved uncomfortably on Yan Jin's back, Yan Jin felt it, holding his hand tightly and not daring to let it go, shouting "see you", and wanted him to wake up, but what Shen Zhixuan said to him If you keep on, you are struggling to land, to go into the thick fog, and to stay with "these people".

He was struggling, and suddenly a slightly stiff, rusty male voice rang, right in his ear, learning the distant song stiffly and humming softly.

Shen Zhixian gradually stopped struggling, uttering a daze, listening to the song, somehow calmed down and listened quietly.

Yan Jin froze with a hard face, thinking hard and hard of those tones, those weird characters, stumbling and humming, while walking quickly through the dense fog.

His voice, to Shen Zhixian, was full of soothing power, like an invisible barrier, which isolated Shen Zhixuan from the evil spirits of the outside world.

Shen Zhixian was so cold and hot that he felt very cold and uncomfortable. He froze for a while, and suddenly felt super aggrieved. He tightened Yan Jin's neck subconsciously, and grumbled injustice in his ear: "Ah Jin, uncomfortable ... I am uncomfortable ... "

The Shen Zhixian Yan Jin has seen in the past is cold, gentle, free, and wanton. He has never seen such a grievous and pitiful gesture by Shen Zhixian-even in the Qing Yunzong period when Shen Zhixian had a heart attack Never before.

He had a bang in his head, and a fire exploded inside, burning him all over.

Seeing that the light in the thick fog couldn't leave them by sound, they gradually walked out of many figures, or in other words, they were all black skeletons, surrounded by a stench, and they were to be left completely To accompany them.

Yan Jin held Shen Zhixian tightly with one hand, and pulled out the long sword at the waist with the other hand. The red light in his eyes appeared, but the forest was dark, he looked cold and did not hesitate to make a killing move.

The fierce sword smashed the skull and the black smash, all kinds of screams screamed, and the dense fog retreated frantically, exposing the fog-like barrier in front of them—they finally found the edge of this strange land.

In the depth of the Reiki Sea, the red restraint that had been imprisoned cracked a little, and the strands of black Qi wandered in the Reiki Sea more and more joyfully. Yan Jin took a deep breath, tried her best, and the backhand was a sword.

There was a loud noise, and the misty barrier cracked, finally revealing the appearance of another boundary.

Beautiful mountains and rivers, flowers and birds.

Shen Zhixian couldn't say the whole thing, only humming Yan Jin's name.

Yan Jin carried him behind, striding out of the place behind them that had been trapped for many days, glanced slightly at what was not dangerous around him, and immediately brought Shen Zhixian's backhand into her arms, holding it tightly, with great strength. It was like rubbing him all into the bones.

"I'm ..." His voice trembled strangely. He was attached to Shen Zhixian's ears. Every time Shen Zhixian shouted, he would say, "I'm seeing ... I'm here."

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