MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 84

When Cheng Qian woke up, he found that the surroundings were very dark, and the sky seemed to be completely dark.

His first feeling was pain, and then it was cold.

It stands to reason that he has lived by the ice pond for fifty years, and every bone in his body has been forged by the ice pond. He should have lost the "cold" feeling. It's weird here.

Different from the real cold and cold, here seems to have a gloomy, life-like coolness, long and fine, and quietly drilled into the cracks of human bones.

It seems to be a gentle killing, even the copper skin and iron bone can't resist it.

When people are here, they all become heavy, and if their mind is a little relaxed, they will be entangled by the feeling of fatigue and burnout.

Cheng Qian frowned. What the **** is this place?

Frost Blade was still hanging around his waist, Cheng Qian slightly moved his stiff fingers, and found that the spear had changed back to the keel, and Dragon Soul had returned to the flag, and the True Dragon Banner was being pinched tightly in his palm.

Seeing that both things should not be lost, he was relieved.

Cheng Qian was about to get up, stretched out his hand to support the ground, but a sharp burning pain came from the palm of his hand, and then he remembered the slayer eyes that he was holding in his hands.

However, when he raised his hand, he saw that his palm was clean, not only that the darkened flesh and blood were not as imagined, nor even the small scratches.

This is really weird ...

Cheng Qian thought, his palm suddenly flickered with white light, passing a small arc mark, and if he looked closely, it seemed like the shape of a person's ear, only appeared for a while, and then disappeared.

Except for the remaining burning pain and inexplicable marks, there was no other difference, Cheng Qian had to set it aside first.

He struggled, and the large and small wounds behind him were immediately torn. He gently hissed, and planned to meditate and adjust his breath, and then healed the wounds before he said.

At this time, Cheng Qian heard Yan Zhengming's voice coming from beside him.

"Don't fool the real Yuan." Yan Zhengming sat far away from him, his voice was a little dumb. "If I'm not mistaken, we may now reach the bottom of the Valley of Hearts and be near the stage of regrets-do you have a trauma medicine? "

"No, I didn't run the rivers and lakes," Cheng Qian stood on the ground with his keel, "What's going on? Brother, are you all right?"

"I'm okay, you can sit still." Yan Zhengming said, "The movement of the Devil Slayer is too big. When we broke the battle, please move the real Dragon Soul. Han Yuan's idiot was also burnt by a fire. Alas, all the "Tianlongdi Demon / Desires" are now complete, accidentally tearing a gap around the regrettable outside Taiwan, the two of us were relatively in position at the time and were involved. "

Cheng Qian: "..."

Before going out this time, I must haven't watched the yellow calendar, and all the bad luck had caught up.

Yan Zhengming seemed to be suppressing something, took a deep breath, and then slowly and spit out slowly and weakly, whispering weakly: "It doesn't matter, Fuyao sent the guardians of the Valley of Hearts in the past, the head seal is still on me, it must be There are ways to go out. Don't just move the real Yuan, and treat the wound yourself first. "

Cheng Qian's injuries were all on his back. It was very inconvenient to handle them in a mortal way. He slightly moved his shoulders and felt that he didn't hurt his bones. He was fortunately left behind.

Cheng Qian didn't take the flesh wound into his heart, but felt that Yan Zhengming was very wrong-he had a fight with Yigan Sanxiu when he was a kid, but his back was only pumped by the magic devil, and the master would scold him and give him medicine in person. Why? This time he was cut into a blank by the Devil Slayer, and he became "handle himself"?

Cheng Qian stood up and walked to him: "Brother, what happened to you?"

Yan Zhengming said sharply, "Don't come over!"

His throat roared almost, and Cheng Qian paused for a moment, then strode forward without listening to his set at all.

Yan Zhengming curled up in a corner darker than the surroundings. If it was n’t for the monk ’s amazing eyesight, he could hardly find anyone else. Darkness obscured Yan Zhengming ’s features, but only the heart shadow that faded for a long time again Appeared, the dark red mark was conspicuous, like a gorgeous scar.

Cheng Qian froze and raised his hand to touch the mark: "Is this ... is it affected by the Valley of Heart Devil?"

Yan Zhengming had nowhere to hide, so the old monk had no choice but to shut his eyes. If it wasn't for his impetuous suffocation, it would seem that it was the case.

As Cheng Qian approached, Yan Zhengming's brows trembled violently, as if he was enduring great pain.

Finally, he couldn't bear it, grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist.

Yan Zhengming's palms are like iron tongs, the palms are hot, almost scorching, and the dark red marks on the brows are becoming brighter, bloody, and red.

He grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist and bent down painfully, whispering whispering: "Don't come ... Xiao Qian, I beg you ..."

Cheng Qian didn't know what a "heart demon" was, but for the first time knew that someone could be tortured by it.

What exactly is holding him in his heart?

Cheng Qian watched Yan Zhengming for a moment with suspicion. Although he felt that it was not good to peep at him like this, he couldn't take care of that much at this time.

He secretly said, "Brother, I'm sorry."

Immediately aroused the consciousness, connected to the Yuanshen fragment in the wooden sword.

Two strange perspectives reappeared. Through the Yuan Shen fragments sealed in the wooden sword, Cheng Qian clearly saw Yan Zhengming's chaos in the inner house. I saw that the real Yuan was scrambling around, and even Jian Qi followed suit. If not, A wooden sword reluctantly calmed down, not knowing what it would look like.

The lingering heart demon is like a cloud of black clouds, flying up and down beside Yan Zhengming's closed eyes and meditating, entangled him.

At this time, Cheng Qian saw the faces from the black and red heart and demon cloud, he suddenly froze.

The man in the demon is himself.

The next moment, the lingering heart turned into a plume of black smoke and fell into a human shape. The man seemed to feel something. Looking back at the wooden sword, a familiar and strange smirk was revealed, and then he slowly Walking towards Yuan Zhengming, who was meditating, he knelt lightly and fell on his knees.

Cheng Qian: "..."

For the first time, he knew "self" who was so provocative, and had no idea how to react.

Facing Cheng Qian's demon, he raised his head and passed Yan Zhengming's chin, silently gazed at him for a moment, seeing that he refused to open his eyes, he chuckled with a chuckle, stretched out his pale fingertips, and rubbed it slowly Meditating Yuanshen's lips softly: "Brother, why don't you look at me?"

Inside and outside the house, Yan Zhengming pinched Cheng Qian's wrists and shrank, making his wrist bones rattle.

Cheng Qian wobbled his consciousness, half-knelt on the ground, a blank heart in his heart.

He stayed there for a long time, remembering all the clues from the past, remembering the seemingly rude reaction of the master when he didn't ask the sentence in the Xiaojinglou. It was incredible.

"So that demon is me?" Cheng Qianbi thought, "Impossible?"

Yan Zhengming stooped down, and a tiny trace of blood had soaked in the corners of his mouth.

Cheng Qian returned to God and realized that he couldn't let him go like this at this time.

"Brother," Cheng Qian vacated a hand, pressed Yan Zhengming's shoulder, and whispered softly, "Ningshen, this is the Valley of Heart Demon, don't be disturbed by it."

Yan Zhengming heard his words and opened his eyes, his eyes were confused, and he looked at him infatuatedly.

Cheng Qian's heart began to jump wildly.

The ghost was terrible, Cheng Qian whispered, "Brother, what is your demon?"

For a moment, he saw Yan Zhengming's lips slightly tilted, and the answer came out.

Cheng Qian's back had a layer of cold sweat, and the wound was painful and itchy. He had never been so nervous in his life.

But Yan Zhengming's eyes cleared in the struggle soon, and he let go of his hands sternly, pushing Cheng Qian hard ... not pushing.

Yan Zhengming's hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he was tortured by the demons, and the whole person was relieved. He pressed the fingers on Cheng Qian's shoulder without notice and slid into a knife wound above his arm. The cold blood had not dried yet. Thoroughly touched his hand, Yan Zhengming quickly retracted his hand: "You ..."

Cheng Qian didn't look at the bleeding shoulders, the dark eyes were richer and deeper than all the darkness, and the brief sharp pain seemed to irritate him. Cheng Qian knew he shouldn't be like this, but his heart boiled uncontrollably.

He pressed harder and harder: "You know that the more you hold your heart demon, the more you keep tabs on it, the more serious it is. Why can't you say? Is there anything to hide?"

Yan Zhengming: "Release ..."

Cheng Qian: "Brother!"

Yan Zhengminghong yelled, "Cheng Qian, you want to rebel ..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Qian suddenly pushed him against the wall, lowered his head, and kissed him before he could close his mouth.

All of Yan Zhengming's words were blocked at once.

Cheng Qian didn't understand the style, not to know the wind and the moon, and he did not regard it as indecent. He didn't even dare to look at the false quiet scriptures in the building. This wasn't even a kiss. With a "hum" in his mind, the three souls and seven souls stunned out of the clouds.

He panted, tightening his fingers involuntarily, and clutching Cheng Qian's shirt tightly.

"Excuse me, brother," Cheng Qian was already nervous. On the surface, he was almost calm, and even used a dead pig's tone that was not afraid of boiling water. "You are going to shut me down now and think However, do you still plan to clean up the portal or just kill me? I promise not to fight back. "

Yan Zhengming: "..."

This fright was so thrilling that even the demons who were making waves were forced to retreat.

If Cheng Qian's disobedience exited, his heart suddenly felt happy. He crossed his heart and held Yan Zhengming's hand holding his placket: "In the devil's circle, you ask me who the peach blossom should be. Brother, now I say, do you dare to listen? "

At this time, in Yan Zhengming's inner government, the demon re-condensed into Cheng Qian's appearance, holding his Yuan Shen from behind, saying in his ear: "Brother, I give you everything you want, you dare Or? "

Yan Zhengming could hardly distinguish between true and false.

The demon in the inner house stretched out his fingers and gently stroked his Yuan Shen's body, whispering: "Brother, I have no guilty conscience. After centuries of cleanup, Tianjie cannot be shaken by one or two. Now it is ruined in your hands, Gao Unhappy? "

The words were like a basin of ice water, falling down with the boundless coldness in the Valley of the Devil, immersed in every inch of his bone joints.

Yan Zhengming was pale and speechless.

The demon sometimes laughed softly: "Brother, do you think I have been so long, so why do you look good now?"

Sometimes coldly scolded: "It's shameless to be strict in charge and guard the robbers!"

From time to time, he transformed into a young man Cheng Qian, with an empty blood hole in his chest, and looked at him quietly: "Brother, don't you mean to let me not worry, do you have everything?"

"Brother ..."

Yan Zhengming swung back and forth between extreme cold and extreme heat, sweat was seen on his forehead, and his eyes were almost red for a while.

Cheng Qian didn't expect that he would be so angry with his head brother in a single sentence, but he was at a loss, and suddenly he saw the demon mark in his eyebrows, and saw that a thin gap was about to drip red.

Cheng Qian frowned slightly. Then, he arrogantly used the shards of the Yuanshen on the wooden sword to extract his sense of knowledge and broke into Yan Zhengming's inner palace again.

When I went in, I was startled by the heavenly demon. All the demon were facing him, but their expressions were different. The thicker and darker black gas turned up and down in Jianxiu's inner government, greedy. The ground sucked the true elements here, and turned into more phantoms.

At first Cheng Qian felt only scalp numbness. Anyone who saw hundreds or thousands of them would feel trembling, but the next moment, he heard the words of the devil.

Cheng Qian's gaze suddenly cooled down, and unreasonable indignation grew in his chest.

With a wave of his hand, he urged Yan Zhengming's wooden sword in the inner house through the original **** in the wooden sword. The wooden sword echoed, a layer of **** frost gathered on the sword, and the wind rushed into the demon like a cloud. Smashed the flurry of demons together.

The demon heart fled, and then reunited into a thick black gas, hovering on the inner court of Yan Zhengming without hesitation.

Yan Zhengming's anger surged, his throat was fishy, ​​and his blood almost rushed to his mouthpiece, which he could bear.

He woke up briefly, waved his hands in a bit of arrogance, and was helpless: "Don't make a fool."

"I never make a fool of myself." Cheng Qian stared at him with burning eyes. "Brother, if I die, I won't give up all day."

Yan Zhengming frowned and was about to say something.

Cheng Qian's eyes narrowed and he suddenly smiled: "If you would drive me out of the school, it would be more convenient."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He once thought this way. If he is not in charge and can easily deal with Cheng Qian, he will be able to face the feelings of unreasonable feelings in his heart freely. If he is expelled from the division, it will be even better. There are no contraindications, who knows exactly the same thing and was directly said by Cheng Qian.

This weird "spirit of heart" made him cry and laugh for a while.

But the first shock passed, Yan Zhengming still noticed that something was wrong—Cheng Qian was the most straightforward only when he was hurting people and was actually hands-on. He was actually very restrained, and his anger and sorrow were not exposed. Most of them were pretending ... even if he was sincere It is true in my heart that I will never hang on to my lips again and again.

Not to mention the occasion where the two of them fell into the Valley of Hearts inexplicably and did not know how to go out.

As soon as Yan Zhengming was awake, his mind suddenly became alive. He suddenly remembered the strange frost hanging on the wooden sword in the Devil's Array, and immediately tossed all the talents aside, and asked, "What do you know? Cheng Qian, I ask you again, what's in that wooden sword? "

Cheng Qian: "..."

If he hadn't seen the incarnation of hundreds of demons in Yan's inner court with his own eyes, he would have been able to do it for himself.

Yan Zhengming: "How the **** did you put Fuyao Jianyi into the wooden sword?"

Only then did Cheng Zhen's voice mute.

The two were deadlocked for a while, Yan Zhengming was struggling for a moment, pushed Cheng Qian away, and stood up staggeringly.

Yan Zhengming said: "You don't have to say it. I don't care what you know because ... but it's just a demon. Sword repair enters the realm of sword gods. It's always one step at a time. What about it? Since I have reached this step , You won't be able to suppress it, you ... you don't need to pity me. "

Cheng Qian was speechless. He suddenly wanted to knock open the head of the big brother's embroidered pillow. Is there only a paste left in the heart?

Yan Zhengming glanced at him, and found a thumb-printed stone from his arms, and his palms were gently folded on it, and a faint layer of white light rose on the stone, illuminating the bottom of the dim heart demon valley. He Turning his back to Cheng Qian, he pretended to say easily: "I don't care about you today, let's go, let's find a way ..."

Cheng Qian hugged him from behind, Yan Zhengming stiffened his spine, and then spoke out.

He heard Cheng Qian gritted his teeth and said, "You are delicious and delicious all day long, except that the prodigal is bad, and the ghost pity you! I just like you and want you! What else do I say!" 2k novel reading network