Long Aotian is not happy today

On Lunhan Mountain, there was a strong wind.

Flying sand and leaves covered the sky and the sun, and the black and red spiritual flow scattered into an entangled net, spreading across the earth and sky, sealing the entire mountain in a dark and lightless cage.

The formation covering the entire Lunhan Mountain also trembled violently—thousands of tokens stretched out slender blood lines, glowing with glaring red light, covering the entire test area like spider silk, and then connected in series to form knots, emitting A strange aura is resisting the formation.

The transparent curtain once again emerged between heaven and earth.

Only this time, its aura is no longer as grand and mysterious as it was before, but instead presents a vortex like water ripples, rippling layer by layer, faintly unstable.

This large formation, which symbolizes the wealth and wealth of the Galaxy Sect, is now as fragile as a cicada's wings in the pinch of blood and dark lines. The surface is constantly protruding and flickering, and then quickly pressed back and flattened. The two forces are fighting fiercely. , one after another...

In the Zhaixing Pavilion, a group of people had already panicked.

"Go and invite the Great Elder, we need him to preside over the situation!"

The other person shook his head helplessly: "The Great Elder is going on a long journey, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come back in time."

"What?" The man was stunned.

You were still in the Zongzhong ten days ago, and now you are traveling far away?

The suzerain was seriously injured, and the great elder was the representative of the highest combat power of the Galaxy Sect.On such an important occasion of admissions assessment, the Great Elder is not in the sect to hold the line, unexpectedly...

Gritting his teeth, the man tried his best to ignore the bad premonition in his heart, and urged: "Elder Sun, he has just mastered the sword-breaking style, why don't you come quickly and show this evildoer some color?"

"Elder Sun is not here either! When the Great Elder traveled far away, he brought several elders with him, and they were all..."

The voice of the person who answered was anxious, but it stopped abruptly at a critical point.The brake was too hasty, and his thick and long neck was instantly flushed.

But many people here are still comprehending in an instant.

The unspoken words should be... "They are all members of the Great Elder faction".

Since ancient times, due to the differences in the Taoism practiced by the disciples in the sect and the large number of elders, the faction disputes in the Xinghe Sect have always been fierce.

It's just that the current suzerain's means are superb, and after taking over the heavy responsibility of the suzerain, relying on his superb personal ability to suppress the discord among them, it has been peaceful all the time.

But after being attacked by the villains, the suzerain has been retreating on the Misty Peak until now, and there has been no news for three years.For a time, the Galaxy had no leader, and this kind of struggle between factions was like a dead candle, ignited by the breeze, and now it has intensified, gradually igniting a spark.

"Then... where did Elder Zhao go?"

After a moment of silence, someone said anxiously again: "You obviously sent him to watch the scene, why can't you get in touch now?"

"Who knows, maybe that villain Gu He was killed long ago—"

Before he could finish speaking, a disciple rushed in from the side door, holding up a green jade plaque in his hand, pointing to the blank space on it and shouting: "Elder Sun crossed out his name, he betrayed the sect and ran away!"

There was an uproar all around.

Someone gritted his silver teeth and said angrily, "This scum who eats inside and outside, I said that Lun Han's big formation is not so easy to crack, so it's all good things done by this bastard!"

"It's not too late to discuss this matter afterwards. The key is how the big formation is doing now, can it..."

As soon as the person who asked the question uttered half a sentence, his thoughts changed quickly, and he had already figured out the answer. The ending weakened involuntarily, and finally he only twisted his beard painfully, and swallowed the last word "persistence".

He didn't ask, but someone shook his head again and again, and responded: "Difficult, difficult, difficult."

"You all know the current situation in Zongzhong. The enrollment is really stretched this time, so this big formation was repaired and reused. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen?"

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have abandoned the mountain guard formation back then."

This is also true.

Lun Hanshan's big formation was set up many years ago by Zongzhong, who is good at the way of formation. Its design is exquisite and its circuit is mysterious, so far no one can fully understand it.

To maintain such a large formation, tens of thousands of spirit stones are consumed every year.

After Gu He defected from the sect, the power of the Galaxy Sect was greatly reduced, and the number of spirit stones confiscated from all parties has been less than one year.And a year and a half ago, it was the Great Elder who called all the elders to hold a meeting on Langya Peak, and adopted the resolution of abolishing the Great Formation, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure on the principle of the minority obeying the majority.

After the first voice of complaint came out, everyone in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay.

Someone scolded in a low voice: "It's an afterthought! Everyone rushed to vote for it back then, but now that something happened, how dare you complain?"

The rest of the people looked embarrassed and bowed their heads without saying a word.

But after lowering his head, he cursed in his heart——

nonsense!

This decision back then could save everyone in the sect [-] spiritual stones of cultivation resources every year!

Except for Xu Yu'er, that stubborn little girl in Misty Peak, who wouldn't want ten thousand spirit stones?

But no matter what everyone thought in their hearts, no one dared to speak the truth for a while. After all, talking about these things at this time was slapping the face of the elders.

However, everyone present also knew that Lun Han's large formation would definitely not last.

This kind of formation can continue to function for a long time, but it cannot be stopped, because once it is stopped, many spiritual power circuits in it will change, and it will be extremely difficult to start it again at that time.

The reason why the admissions test was delayed for several days was that the elders were trying to restart the formation.

But they studied the complicated formations for a long time, and they only activated the outermost decorative formations.Therefore, at this moment, the Lunhan Formation looks mysterious and majestic, but it is actually just a beautifully decorated paper tiger.

After thinking for a long time, someone sighed and said, "At this point, I'm afraid I can only send a few elders to kill that villain..."

"..."

The main hall, which was still noisy just now, fell into a deathly silence in an instant, and the drop of a needle could be heard.

The elders closed their mouths in unison, staring at their noses and mouths, each and every one of them huddled in their seats and pretended to be transparent people, like a group of quails whose throats were choked.

The sad and shrill chirping of the jackdaws came from outside the hall. It was sad and mournful, like bursts of crying, slowly drifting in the hall.

There happened to be a disciple holding a talisman that was half a person's height, his entire face was blocked by the shaking talisman, he hurriedly ran outside the hall, shouting: "This, this is the formation map from the storeroom before, it's all here— —”

Before he finished speaking, his vision was blurred, and he hit the stone wall with a "bang".

The entire stack of pale yellow talisman papers was lifted off, light like crane feathers, and a heavy snow fell in the hall.

The paper is spread out, and countless mysterious and inexplicable lines and ink marks slowly stretch out. At first glance, it makes people dizzy and at a loss.

"hiss--"

I don't know who it is, and took a low breath of air.

The cold wind drifted by, and the coldness wrapped in everyone's hearts. Like a sticky poisonous snake, it slid up the back and licked it gently.

"...a bunch of wimps."

Suddenly, a crisp female voice came from the corner of the hall.

Xu Yu'er stood up from the jade chair without knowing when.

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked around the hall, the reflections of "quails" reflected in her brown pupils, the corners of her bright red mouth curled up slightly, and she let out a soft snort.

"Elder Xue...don't plan to say anything?"

On the mahogany chair at the side, a white-haired old man shook his head slightly, and a gloomy look flashed in his cloudy eyes.

His big rough hand brushed lightly over the armrest of the snake head, and said in a hoarse voice: "The old man can't do anything about that ghost."

When mentioning "that ghost cultivator", the old man didn't look intimidated like the others, and his light tone was mixed with a bit of disdain. It didn't sound like "no way", but more like "I don't bother to care about it".

Xu Yuer pursed her red lips lightly, her eyes were slightly cold.

She turned her head gracefully, looked at another corner of the hall, and said crisply: "Where is Elder Zhou? You are a master of the formation. Now that Xinghe is in trouble, do you want to stand on the sidelines?"

The middle-aged man who was named suddenly raised his head, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Xiao Yu'er, you are really flattering uncle. This Lun Han's mountain guard formation is so exquisite, it's not that I don't want to help, it's really... powerless."

While sighing and sighing, he slightly hooked his little finger, and the thin paper scattered on the ground was gathered up by an invisible force, folded into a pile, and flew lightly across half of the hall, landing in front of Xu Yu'er.

"Xiao Yu'er, since you are so loyal to Xinghe, why don't you... come and see this map?"

It was even more silent all around, and only the light wind and the rustling of paper pages wafted in my ears.

Xu Yuer lowered her head slightly, staring at the formation on the ground for a long time.

Sadness flickered in her beautiful light brown pupils, and the watery light of grievance flashed by, and was quickly suppressed by the girl.

The girl bent down, hugged the array map, but when she spoke again, she was strong and cold.

"Just look at it." She said loudly.

An ethereal voice like drizzle spread in the hall, the voice was very soft, but the tone was deep.When speaking, Xu Yu'er raised her hand and pinned the loose strands of hair behind her ears.

Inadvertently, a string of gorgeous red strings on the wrist was exposed, ambiguously entangled, and the red beans shook gently.

……

At the same time, in the white stone palace of Lunhan Mountain, Ning Hong hurriedly ran in the central corridor.

The phantom in black clothes is full of evil, the dark gold and black patterns on the corners of the clothes cannot be seen clearly in the sunlight, but it is very obvious in this gloomy environment.

"What's the rush?" he muttered angrily, "you haven't gotten out of the plot for a while, you're in a hurry to reincarnate."

"Stop talking nonsense, call me, believe it or not!" 081 said coldly.

Pale golden light spots flew rapidly, almost dragging Ning Hong forward.

"... Tch." Ning Hong spat heavily in his heart.

Just now, the young man jumped into the corridor on the far right. He wanted to go deeper and find out, but was blocked by 081 in every possible way.

"It's enough to shake around casually," it insisted, "Look around casually, and then hurry up and go where you need to go!"

Where should I go?

Ning Hong hugged his arms, his eyes dimmed.

Where does he have to go?

No home, no lover, no brothers and sisters, now he can't even go back to the hometown where he was raised, and can only play the role of the villain that even he hates in countless small worlds... Where else should he go?

Go to hell?

Now rushing into the corridor in the middle, seeing the disused wall lamp and the bloody stains on the stone wall, Ning Hong frowned slightly and turned his head sideways.

He didn't like the atmosphere in this tunnel, he didn't like it very much.

It was just... like hell.

Running in such a passage, surrounded by whimpering wind, in a trance, it almost makes people think that he is already running on the road leading to the abyss.

I can't see hope, I can't see light, my eyes are full of continuous darkness...

Not long after, Ning Hong found the stone room where Hang Shi was.

But as soon as he stepped into the door, his pupils shrank slightly, and he froze in place.

The green fire is dense, the halo is ghostly.

In the center of the narrow stone room is a dark cave, with strange stains left by something unknown on the corners, a slender figure collapsed beside the cave, with white hands grasping the edge of the cave, with his back to Ning Hong.

He seemed to have been attacked, and he was in a coma at the moment, and even the sound of Ning Hong's approach could not be disturbed. The pale golden hair band used to tie his hair broke from it, and the waterfall-like black hair covered his entire shoulders.

A jade slip fell beside her, the surface was radiant, but the light showed a strange dark color, like a ghostly ghost, floating quietly under the shadow.

What's happening here?

Ning Hong's heart trembled.

Subconsciously, he lowered his footsteps, as if he was afraid of disturbing something hidden in the dark, narrowed his long and narrow eyes vigilantly, flipped his right palm in his sleeve, and a black cyclone spun rapidly in his palm.

But until he walked to Hang Xiao and squatted down next to the black hole——

The expected danger did not come.

"Strange." Ning Hong muttered to himself.

He lifted Hang Shih's soft body, hugged him in his arms and gently pushed it, and called softly, "Brother Shi? Shi? Hang Shih?"

The person in his arms was still unconscious, but while shaking, his lips parted slightly, and he uttered a few ravings of unknown meaning.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Ning Hong stretched out his hand and touched Hang Shih's forehead with the cool back of his hand.

Like boiling water, boiling hot.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the jade slip falling on the ground, recalling the evil work in the plot, Ning Hong's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his heart suddenly stopped.

Oops.

Could it be that... after practicing the villain's magic skills, something went wrong, and he went mad, right?

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand, gently twisted the jade slip with his slender fingertips, and pulled it in front of him.

Getting started is rough.

Before Ning Hong had time to pay attention to the content, he was first attracted by the flamboyant handwriting on it.

With the help of the ghostly blue flame, he frowned and carefully identified it for a while, then raised his hand and wiped the surface of the jade slip. Looking at the powder sticking to his fingertips, he asked suspiciously, "This Jane... just engraved it?"

As soon as the words fell, Hang Xiao, who was "comatose" in his arms, suddenly twitched, his slender eyelashes trembled violently, his sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he looked like he was in unbearable pain.

Ning Hong hurriedly hid the jade slips in his arms, raised his hand to support Hang Shih's back, luck pressed against his back, and asked tentatively, "Hang Shih?"

Hang hours where is the pain.

It was clearly extremely tense.

Ning Hong came very fast just now, he quickly raised his pen, and wrote the ending indiscriminately, his handwriting was erratic like a wild dance of fish and dragons, and he didn't even recognize him.

In a panic and not having time to arrange it carefully, Hang Xiao had no choice but to buckle the jade slip with his backhand, and immediately fell to the ground, pretending to faint, but his heart couldn't help beating.

Ning Hong poked between his brows with hands like ice jade, and Hang Shi couldn't help shivering.

The slightly cool spiritual flow spread all the way down from the Tianling Gai, like a mountain stream flowing in a dense forest, gently brushing over the bones of his limbs, bringing his scorched thoughts and restless soul to peace.

It was as comfortable as drinking a whole bottle of iced Coke in one gulp during the dog days.

But after a while, Ning Hong moved his hand away and picked up the "Cultivation Technique" that fell on the ground.

Hang Xiao, who was asleep, raised his brows slightly, raised his heart in his throat, and pricked up his ears. Hearing Ning Hong say "Jade slips have just been engraved", he immediately felt bad.

Reflexively, his fingertips twitched, and his nose almost smelled the burning smell of the electric shock.

Hang Xiao immediately snorted a few times, his eyelashes trembled slightly, pretending to be just waking up.

Opening his eyes, his clear black pupils were full of confusion. After blinking a few times, he whispered, "Brother Ning?"

"I'm here." Ning Hong's voice softened, and he patted Hang Shih's back comfortingly, "How are you, but what happened?"

Didn't you encounter a situation?

You jumped out suddenly, which frightened people to death.

Hang Shi's eyes drooped slightly, and when he found that the jade slips he had thrown away were gone on the ground, his thoughts changed, and he immediately came up with an idea.

Leaning in Ning Hong's arms, he grabbed the young man's sleeves and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Ning, have you ever seen a jade slip? It's about this big and thick..."

Looking at Hang Shi's gestures, Ning Hong's heart trembled.

The jade slip hidden in his chest is hard and has a very clear sense of existence. He hurriedly helped Hang Xiao up a little bit to prevent the other party from discovering the whereabouts of the jade slip, and said softly: "I have never seen it. Why? , what's wrong with the jade slip?"

Waiting for this is your sentence!

Hang Shih covered his chest and said in grief: "Brother, I was attacked as soon as I stepped into the stone room. Although I was caught off guard and stunned by a black light, my Yang flame seemed to have hit the radiant jade Jane, I just don't know if I destroyed that evil thing..."

The breath of the young man in his arms was unsteady, and after a long chat, Ning Hong carelessly supported Hang Shi's Yueyue, while quietly heaving a sigh of relief in his heart.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder he looked like that when he came in.

"I didn't see the jade slip, I think you have destroyed it." After a pause, Ning Hong asked again, "Xiao, how are you doing now, are you injured?"

"No...ah no, yes!"

Subconsciously spit out half a word, Hangshi's thoughts raced, and he suddenly changed his words: "Brother Ning, I...my dantian seems to be wrong..."

"Dantian?" Ning Hong was startled.

Practitioners have two most vulnerable parts of their body, one is the dantian, and the other is the sea of ​​consciousness. At this moment, Hang Xiao is holding his lower abdomen, and said with a bitter face that something is wrong with his dantian. Ning Hong looked at the other party's frowning brows, Suddenly I felt a little anxious in my heart.

He hurriedly leaned over, raised his hand to caress the position of Hang Shi's finger, and said in a concentrated voice: "What's wrong?"

At the same time, Ning Hong unleashed his consciousness to examine Hang Shi's physical condition carefully.

——The warm and cool spiritual power strikes again, slowly permeating from the position below the mutton, infiltrating the skin, and penetrating deep into the bones.

Another magical wave of spirit spread from the air, like rippling water patterns, sweeping across the whole body.

Perhaps because of being a time traveler, Hang Xiao's sensitivity to spiritual consciousness is far beyond his previous imagination.

As soon as Ning Hong's spiritual consciousness was enveloped, he felt himself immersed in a quiet atmosphere, warm as a spring, and as cold as frost, spreading inch by inch from the depths of his soul, and every entanglement caused ripples.

On the outside, the young man's slender hands undoubtedly gave Hang Xiao a greater mental stimulation.

Those jade-white hands with well-proportioned joints were placed in a delicate position, and the palms continuously transmitted spiritual power and stroked slowly.

Hang Shi clenched his teeth happily and painfully, not letting himself groan/groan out of pleasure.

——Damn, such a red chicken, who can control it?

In order to pretend to be realistic, he started to activate Yang Yan, allowing the spiritual flow to flow around in his body, forcibly creating the illusion of a wounded foundation and unstable breath.

... also tried to suppress the body's reaction.

On the other side, after walking around Hang Shih's body with his spiritual sense, Ning Hong withdrew the spiritual flow passed by his palm, and frowned slightly with his long eyebrows.

On the one hand, he did feel the protagonist's chaotic spiritual power fluctuations.

On the other hand...

The young man in his arms was half leaning, half leaning, his head tilted feebly, resting on his shoulder.

The long satin-like hair was scattered, revealing an extraordinary handsome face in the center, with water-colored eyes and peach blossoms in the eyes.

The room was gloomy and gloomy. Only now did Ning Hong realize that Hang Shi's pupils were not pure black, but amber-like luster welled up from the depths. The broken gold is fluttering, which makes people's hearts shake.

I don't know what the effect of that evil method is, it makes the body in his arms scalding like fire at this moment, the temperature penetrates the thin clothes and wraps around his palms, making him caress the fine-quality satin, but he feels in a daze that he is stroking it close to his body. ...

However, Hang Xiao still looked fragile, his brows were furrowed, and there was a faint trembling sound from his lips from time to time, which seemed to be in pain, and seemed to be suppressing something hard.

The body of the demon is cold, and the soul of the ghost cultivator is cold.

An extremely flaming bloodline like Hang Xiao's was supposed to be something they hated and wanted to get rid of quickly.

But at this moment, looking at the shattered light in the young man's eyes and feeling the warm yet resilient body in his arms, Ning Hong actually felt his breathing stagnate and his heart beat faster.

The action of caring in the hands unknowingly changed its quality.

From simple aura guidance, gradually turned to a slightly ambiguous teasing, with a light twitch of jade fingers, the guided spiritual energy flow subtly turned at the dantian, towards...

"Cough cough!"

It wasn't until 081 coughed heavily in Ning Hong's ear twice that he came to his senses and flung his right hand away.

What were you thinking just now?

Recalling the actions just now, Ning Hong grimaced, pinched the base of his thigh with his left hand tucked under his long sleeve, the force was so strong that he grinned in pain.

Damn, did you hold it in for too long? This concentration is simply unacceptable.

With a light cough, Ning Hong turned his head and looked away, trying to ignore the warm touch in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Xiao, can you stand up?"

"There is too much evil here, since there is no chance, we'd better go out earlier."

go out?

Hang Xiao thought to himself: I don't want it.

He raised his head high and only missed the door. Hang Xiao was lost and sad, and whispered in his mind: "Mr. 025, the way he looked at me just now was obviously very ambiguous, why didn't he continue?"

"Is it because my body is not charming enough, not soft enough?"

"Cough, don't talk nonsense," 025 also whispered, "What's the point of being soft, you are so heroic. You have a good saying. It's not that it's not bad. It's not time yet. You should be more patient."

……All right.

Hang Xiao turned his head sideways, his obsidian-like eyes rolled around, immediately covered his lower abdomen, clenched his teeth, with an expression of enduring severe pain: "Brother Ning, I... I'm fine, let's go."

As soon as he took two steps, he tripped over a pothole on the ground just right, and almost rolled down the hole.

Ning Hong hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, pulled him back to his side, looked at Hang Xiao with regretful eyes for a moment: "No, your spiritual power is not stable, you should rest for a while, or..."

His eyes swept over the sleeves that Hang Xiao lifted up, and fell on the young man's slender and clean forearm. His Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he subconsciously said, "I'll carry you?"

Hang Hour: "???"

what?

Almost unable to believe his ears, Hang Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at Ning Hong in disbelief, while the other side turned his head in embarrassment under his torch-like gaze.

"... Pretend I didn't say it." Ning Hong's thin lips parted slightly, and he said a few words with difficulty.

With a sulking breath in his heart, he kept reminding: that is Long Aotian, the Long Aotian who never shows weakness.

How could someone carry him on his back just because he was injured a little bit?

The moment he blurted out, he almost thought he was going to get an electric shock.

... Who knows, what was waiting was not an electric shock, but Hang Xiaoxiao's eyes filled with joy.

This personable Long Aotian, who was full of heroism at the corners of his eyes and brows, was actually a little bit shy when he was happy, and said: "Then I will trouble you, brother."

After saying that, he turned his heels, quickly jumped behind Ning Hong, stretched out his arms unceremoniously, and firmly wrapped around Ning Hong's waist.

As agile as a rabbit, he was afraid that Ning Hong would regret it.

Ning Hong: "..."

He was dazed for a moment, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

It must be too dark here, and his vision is not good, so he misread the other party's expression!

……

The corridor was still the gloomy one, but when the two of them walked out together, the atmosphere seemed to have undergone a great change.

The sound of the wind was still bitter, and it came from the entrance of the cave hundreds of meters away, but it brought a faint fragrance of peach blossoms from the mountains. Hang Shi lay on Ning Hong's back, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the rotten copper lamp on the stone wall. The rusty spots are also very cute, glowing red, like the sunset glow drifting across the sky.

The cave was silent, and the crisp sound of leather boots stepping on the stone surface became more obvious, with a clear rhythm, which became a cheerful song.

What was clearer than the sound of footsteps was the low breathing of the two, intertwined with each other, and the breath was continuous. After listening to it for a long time, an ambiguous warm current surged in my heart, like a tender bud probing its soft sharp corners, Blown by the breeze, it plucks the heartstrings once and for all.

Ning Hong's shoulders are broad and strong.

The man looked thin, his cheeks were pale, but his arms were strong. At this moment, Hang Xiao was firmly held by him, his blush cheeks were pressed against the young man's back, and a strong heartbeat could be heard in his ears.

Plop, plop.

It is full of impact, like beating a drum, and like a mighty river tide.

Ning Hong's skin was extremely white.

The kind that has not seen the sun for many years, is more lustrous than the most moist jade, when Hang Xiao lay on his shoulders, the transparent skin around the neck was in front of his eyes, pressed against his mouth, making his heart itch unbearably, I always want to open my mouth and bite out a small string of red marks on it.

... If Ning Hong gets annoyed, let him bite back, it doesn't matter how much he bites.

Hey Hey Hey.

Just as he was having fun in his heart, suddenly, a slender black shadow emerged from Ning Hong's collar and circled around his neck. His small and delicate head poked towards Hang Xiao, seeming to be sizing up, but also seemed to be a novelty.

--interesting.

Feeling playful for a while, Hang Xiao stared at the dragon-shaped fine lines and big eyes for a moment, then stretched out his hand and poked his fingertips on the other's small horns.

What the fingertips touch is the soft and cool skin.

The black lines were obviously dormant under the skin, but at this moment, it seemed as if he had flicked his forehead, the small body staggered and turned sideways.

"...What are you doing?" Ning Hong asked suddenly.

He felt a little itchy on the back of his neck, and the place touched by Hang Shi's warm fingertips was on fire, and the tingling feeling rushed to the cerebral cortex along the nerves, which made people tremble uncontrollably.

Doing bad things made the master catch him, and Hang Shi hurriedly put his hand away.

He opened his eyes wide, and while watching the wandering dragon pattern sway, he wrapped himself into a circle, tucked his little head inside, and asked curiously: "Brother Ning, your dragon pattern...is it conscious?"

Ning Hong's heart suddenly tightened.

The blood dragon pattern of an ordinary ghost cultivator is naturally not so agile.

The only reason why Ning Hong is different is because of his status as a demon.His real body is more evil than ghost cultivators, and he can more easily gather the ghost energy between heaven and earth, so the speed of condensing dragon patterns is also much faster than ordinary ghost cultivators.

Fortunately, Hang Xiaoshi just asked a casual question, and didn't really hope to get Ning Hong's answer.He looked at the horns on the little dragon's head with great interest, and asked again: "Brother Ning, are you a dragon or a dragon?"

Ning Hong secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"First it is a snake, after a small achievement it becomes a dragon, after a great achievement it transforms into a dragon." He replied.

Hang Xiao nodded thoughtfully.

Subconsciously, the Yang Yan ignited at his fingertips approached Hei Wen, and the little flood dragon suddenly sprang up, circled twice as if encountering a natural enemy, and plunged into Ning Hong's collar.

... Cautiously poked out half of his head again, and bared his teeth at Hang Xiao.

With a sudden thought, Hang Xiao extinguished the Yang Yan on his fingertips.

The surroundings suddenly became extremely dim, and the shadows covered their hoods, engulfing the two of them in the darkness and dead silence where they could not see their fingers.

Ning Hong's footsteps froze suddenly, and he asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

After thinking about it, Hang Xiao said pitifully: "The dantian hurts, and I can't use my strength. Brother Ning, wait a moment."

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingertips a few times, sparking a string of sparks——

The extremely dark one can only light up the path under your feet.

Ning Hong frowned slightly: "I feel uncomfortable, so don't use your spiritual power. This level of brightness is enough, we can walk a little slower."

This remark hit Hang Shiu's heart.He happily buried his head on Ning Hong's shoulder, and said softly, "Okay, let's slow down."

The slower the better.

The feeling of being accompanied by someone is different. When they came in just now, the two of them walked like flying, wishing to arrive at the destination in the next second. Although they did not communicate at the moment, they had the same thought in their hearts: the longer the road, the better. .

While walking, Ning Hong suddenly remembered something.

He tilted his head slightly, and said softly, "Thank you, Shi."

Hang Shiu, who was playing with the little flames, raised his head when he heard the sound of the black dragon pattern, and wondered, "Thank you for what? Brother Ning, I should be the one thanking you."

The corners of Ning Hong's lips rose, and he shook his head imperceptibly.

Thank him for what?

Naturally, he thanked him for disrupting the plot and giving himself a little room to breathe.

Although it was so short and precious, less than half an hour, Ning Hong felt happy from the bottom of his heart when wandering aimlessly in the corridor on the far right, not thinking about the plot and characters.

This is almost the happiest time he has played in the years of playing villains.

"You don't look like..." Ning Hong said suddenly.

Not quite like a Long Aotian.

His voice was very soft, and was blown away by the wafting wind. Hang Xiao couldn't hear him clearly, and couldn't help leaning forward, leaning on the side of Ning Hong's neck and asking, "What?"

"It doesn't look like a... son of an aristocratic family."

Ning Hong's thoughts changed, and he changed his mind with a smile.

"Hey, my hometown is so remote, how can there be a son of a family?"

Hang Shih lay on the young man's shoulder, giggling amused by him, his long hair flying like a waterfall in the wind, and a few strands fell on Ning Hong's neck, the ends of his hair scratched his skin playfully, slightly itching.

He leaned a little closer, sniffing the faint fragrance of grass leaves on Ning Hongxuan's clothes, leaning his head on the young man's shoulder, closing his eyes slightly.

Memory is like a colorful long river, wandering leisurely in time and space, at this time, when you stare at it, there is a flash of stars on the surface of the river.

As an orphan, it is not easy to have enough food and clothing, how can I have the leisure and elegance to pursue some kind of son-in-law?

The only thing that can be done is to maintain a hopeful heart under any circumstances.

"Speaking of which, I don't think you look like you either." Hang Xiao said suddenly.

Ning Hong was slightly taken aback: "It doesn't look like anything?"

——It's not like a big villain who destroys the world.

While thinking about it, Hang Xiao said lightly, "It's not like a ghost cultivator."

Ning Hong asked: "Oh, then what do you think ghost cultivators look like?"

"Like a ghost."

Hang Shi stuck out his tongue, made a face where Ning Hong couldn't see, and said in a long voice: "Drink blood, eat soul, eat people."

"puff!"

Ning Hong couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud for a moment.

A sharp pain suddenly came from the end of the little finger, and the electric current came from the void, making his little finger tremble.

But the young man grinned his teeth in a place that Hang Xiao could not see, bit the tip of his tongue in pain, insisted on persisting, and joked with a trembling laugh: "Oh, how do you know that I don't eat people?"

These words were full of smiles, and they did not have the effect of deterrence at all. Instead, some ambiguous feelings aroused in Hang Shi's ears, which lifted his spirits and made his eyes glow.

"You eat people?"

Hang Shih clasped Ning Hong's neck, raised his upper body slightly, brushed the corner of his lips casually past Ning Hong's ear, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you won't make it? Come on, eat me, I'll wait."

The warm breath is close to the ear, like a beautiful snake hooking his waist.

The long, pointed and wet snake letter was lightly tapped on the ear, like a dragonfly touches water, and it fell apart immediately, but it made Ning Hong's blood boil in an instant.

He lowered his head, trying to ignore Hang Xiao's triumphant laughter behind him, quickened his pace, and let the slightly cold wind in the mountains beat on his face.

— but couldn't relieve the restlessness in my heart.

Licking his back molars fiercely, Ning Hong thought angrily, why is this person the protagonist?

Not only his appearance, but also his personality now. If he is not Long Aotian, that Long Aotian who will marry a wife and have children, even if he is punished by the rules, he may have to...

When Ning Hong was infinitely melancholy, he didn't know that on his back, Hang Shih blinked his phoenix eyes bent into crescent moons, and smiled slyly and affectionately.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, and said cheerfully from the bottom of his heart: "Teacher 025, I seem to really like him a little bit."

……

Here you and I are together, the wind and the moon are boundless, and outside the stone palace is another scene.

Under the hood of the gloomy shadow, the whole Lunhan was shrouded in oppressive darkness, and thick clouds gathered in the sky like a curtain, falling heavily, almost sticking to the ground.

All over the mountains and plains are people who are bound by red ropes and unable to move. Black stripes are swimming around them, and the mucus dripping slowly, like a hungry wolf opening its mouth, ready to go and swallow them up at any time do.

The examinee desperately propped up his body, shivering.

But the red thread was like a seedling, deeply rooted in his spiritual veins, sucking in spiritual energy and blood essence.

——The spiritual power accumulated by him, who forgot to eat and sleep, fought with blood and sweat little by little.

The examinee's five fingers dug deeply into the ground, and a few traces of blood ooze from the fingertips.His eyes were blank, he thought desperately, no, he might have to explain here...

When he was drowsy, there was a sudden rustling of footsteps in his ears.

someone is coming?

The spirit of the examinee was shocked.

His teeth bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain spread all over his body, causing his numb limbs to surge up with a bit of strength again, supporting him to turn his head away.

I saw a head protruding from behind the stone not far away.

He was a thin boy, his eyebrows and eyes were covered by thick bangs, only his white chin was exposed.

The examinee barely held on for a moment, and his vision became blurred again, only to hear the man cautiously say: "Brother, can you still stand up?"

...Stand a fart.

Look at me, do you look like I can stand up?

Candidates frantically want to roll their eyes.

But he has something to ask for, so he still used a pleading tone when he spoke, panting while speaking: "I, I have no strength. Little brother, please...please help me