Everyone is crazy about it, the magic cultivator is reborn into the love brain script

Stranger to him? What does that mean?

Jiang Xuan pretended to be serious, pursed his lips and smiled faintly, shook his head nonchalantly, and looked towards the center of the lake.

"Strange... How could it be, Senior Brother, you are overthinking it."

"How can I be afraid of you?"

The more Jiang Xuan spoke, the more guilty he felt. His voice became quieter and he coughed reflexively.

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over...

She lowered her head to hide her expression, but her heart was actually howling everywhere, crawling around in the narrow space one inch below her chest.

The villain in Jiang Xuan's heart was so panicked that she started to do a Thomas full spin. She only secretly glanced at the raised corner of the talisman, thinking about how to get out later.

But Jing Yuming gently blocked her way. If she went forward, she would only fall into his arms and die. If she went backward, she would either jump into the lake or be blown to death by the talisman. Jiang Xuan was in a dilemma.

What on earth did this original owner do to his fellow disciples...

The relationships between the characters are so confusing that even someone like her who makes a living by reading melodramatic novels can't understand it.

Jiang Xuanming was avoiding her gaze, and even a brain made of wood could understand what she was thinking.

But Jing Yuming pretended not to see or understand. He just quietly raised his hand to hold the railing beside him. His previous reputation as a considerate person disappeared in an instant.

"You have"

Just two simple and brief words suppressed Jiang Xuan's idea of ​​laughing and talking nonsense.

"Do you still want to lie to me, brother?"

Jing Yuming's gaze fell on Jiang Xuan's wrist hidden behind his back.

"Don't you feel any pain from squeezing your hands all the time?"

The back of Jiang Xuan's hand was covered with warmth, and Jing Yuming's palm was still warm. She held Jiang Xuan's wrist and looked at the pinch marks on her palm one by one.

Even though he remained silent now, and even took out some repair cream and rubbed it on Jiang Xuan's palm, she didn't feel like she was being let down at all.

The eldest brother was still waiting for her to speak.

According to Jing Yuming's patience, even if she stood here without saying a word all night, he would stay here with her until dawn.

"I... I'm just a little worried about the demon cultivators in the sect."

Jiang Xuan thought for a while and told half the truth.

With her wrist still in Jing Yuming's hand, Jiang Xuan didn't know whether she should find a decent opportunity to withdraw her hand, but that person seemed to be still staring at the pinch mark on her palm that was almost disappearing.

It was just an unconscious habit, but now it was being carefully observed in the open. Jiang Xuan felt a hidden sense of shame and an urge to escape.

It seemed that nothing could escape his eyes, and Jiang Xuan's self-righteous concealment skills were not even a concealment to him.

His whole body was cut open patiently and gently, and he poked and rubbed her here and there, asking her if he could touch her, if she could tell him the truth, if she could be more honest.

Does Jiang Xuan still have the right and opportunity to be dishonest in front of him?

She asked herself this, but could only lower her head as if in compromise, nervously following his gaze, looking at her palms that were empty yet seemed to be full of clues.

Anxiety, uneasiness, panic, every layer of emotion was carefully examined by him.

Jiang Xuan began to doubt whether the relationship between the original owner and this senior brother was proper.

After all, Jing Yuming's actions, which seemed friendly and gentle but were actually interrogations, were so skillful.

"The demon cultivators have all been fed poison, so there is no need to be afraid of them."

Jing Yuming replied with almost no thought, as if he had already expected Jiang Xuan to speak first.

She didn't really answer his question.

He did ask her why she was afraid, but what he actually meant was why Jiang Xuan was afraid of him.

Jing Yuming pondered for a moment and added, "But if you are worried, you can leave the yard after nightfall and practice making talismans with me."

Jiang Xuan: “No need for that, no need for that.”

This sentence seemed like an instinct for survival that could not be stopped at all. Jiang Xuan only realized that he had fallen into a trap after he said it.

"why"

"Why can't you come with me?"

"Junior sister, don't you trust me?"

"You're afraid of me"

"You're on guard against me, aren't you?"

"What are you afraid I'll see through?"

Every word made Jiang Xuan want to jump into the lake.

At this time, her thinking speed slowed down instead. She was stunned as if she was choked. She looked up and was caught by Jing Yuming's gaze.

Should I lie? Or should I tell the truth? How much truth should I tell?

Is Jing Yuming really someone who can be trusted?

Why was my body completely frozen and I couldn't run?

Why did she feel strangely at ease?

Jiang Xuan then piled a bunch of problems on herself. Perhaps it was because she had been down for too long, so the senior brother was so considerate and gave her some wiggle room.

The margin he thought of was not the breathing space that Jiang Xuan recognized.

"I won't tell anyone, you can tell me the truth"

Jing Yuming gently and persuadingly added weight to his opponent, trying to break through Jiang Xuan's psychological defenses.

He was trying to find a way to get Jiang Xuan to list him as someone closer, someone he could trust completely without hesitation.

Jiang Xuan, who was in distress and hesitation, was slowly swallowed up by Jing Yuming bit by bit.

"I promise that I will not tell anyone what you said, including Master, Junior Brother Bai and Junior Brother Pei."

Jing Yuming didn't need to protect other people. After all, he could see with his own eyes that people from other sects showed their dislike for them openly. Everyone knew that the eldest brother of Suiyi Sect did not have a good relationship with the direct disciples of other sects.

After Jing Yuming finished speaking, Jiang Xuan became more worried.

The original novel didn't describe much about the Suiyi Sect's disciples, but as a sect used as bait in the war, it should be a pure and elegant sect. Why is it that now it seems like a...

Demonic repair.

These two words resonated in Jiang Xuan's heart.

Jing Yuming didn't know what was going on with him. Jiang Xuan was hesitant, but that smooth shell had been broken by him. Instead, he felt more relaxed than ever before.

As the eldest senior brother, this kind of morbid mentality is indeed too ugly.

According to his previous temperament, he should have stopped there and told Jiang Xuan that everything that happened just now was just a joke. He should also let go of the other person's hand now and should not have kept staring at the pinch mark on Jiang Xuan's palm that had already disappeared.

She shouldn't be so aggressive and pretend that she didn't know that Jiang Xuan didn't want to say it.

By asking questions so thoroughly and blocking all escape routes, Jing Yuming knew he was doing something wrong before he even opened his mouth.

But if possible, he hoped that Jiang Xuan would be angry with him and even blame him for trapping people here.

You can scold him or even slap him, and tell him that he can’t ask questions like this and can’t cross the line again and again.

Because it is true after all.

He had had enough of Jiang Xuan's words.

"It's okay", "It doesn't hurt", "I can beat them all by myself", "Big Brother, we will meet up later".

"Don't worry about me."

Jing Yuming had heard enough of Jiang Xuan's lies.