Banlangen and Giant Lingen

10

Nangong Jin summoned people from all over the world gearing up to write a masterpiece. Everyone worked together and sent no less than a hundred letters to Xuanji's cave.

Jinling has been exhausted for the past two days, and she doesn't know why human beings are so hypocritical. What can be said verbally must be written. Its tongue is swollen.

"what?"

Xuan Yijun glanced coldly at the case, picked up a letter, and the scarlet seal melted away.

Reflecting the candlelight, his thin lips parted slightly, and he read out word by word.

"Jun'er! My love for you is as continuous as the surging river, even more like the Yellow River..."

Xuan Yijun laughed angrily, and tore the paper in half with a brush.

Such a vulgar and poor style of writing, I am afraid it was written by a big student, right?

The next letter was wrapped in brocade and silk, with clear words and strong writing, except for the last sentence——

"Hey, Jinjin hasn't had sex with me for three months, does Master have a good remedy?"

Tears and accusations between the words, grievances soaring to the sky, and the devil's breath will come out of the paper and rush out.

"..."

Well, the little monster who dares to love is also mixed in here.

Xuan Yijun's face was blackened into coal paint.

The meaning of the last few letters is even more unclear.

"Shuiyue Sun in the fairy world, sunny. Baixuequan, lost."

"The Burning Mountain Range in the Demon Realm, Yin. Nothing to find out."

"..."

With a flick of her slender hand, pieces of paper flew all over the sky and burned to ashes.

Xuan Yijun hugged the fox fur, and the elixir in the furnace was boiling, filled with hot air.

Well, the fire is strong tonight, it's really warm.

11

After a long time, those love letters fell into the sea like a stone, and there was no reply.

Nangong Jin couldn't sit still.

"Eh? Are you saying that Master has not been moved by our true feelings?"

He admired his ghostly handwriting on his own.

"Impossible! I can see three liters of tears, how could that iceberg be indifferent?"

The northbound sky is independent of the sorghum, without squinting.

As the cold wind blew, the black clothes fluttered and danced, and the gloomy expression was evident.

"Eh……"

"Brother, don't be discouraged! There is still hope!"

The second way to fall in love is the soft policy.When he was weak, he was pervasive, imprinted in his mind, lingering, without losing the toughness of a man, but also with a deep-rooted gentleness.

Abbreviation, take advantage of his illness to kill him.

12

"Well, a slip of the tongue. It's not to take his life, but to take the opportunity to win his sincerity."

Heart for heart, emotion for emotion.

Bei Xingtian's pupils swept over, they were deep emerald green.

"In the middle of every month, it is the most uncomfortable time for Master's cold poison to invade his body. Every time he has to lie in bed for more than three days. If you can never leave, and stay close to you..."

Hanging his head to the north, he fell into deep thought.

13

In his impression, that young man was always arrogant and unrestrained.

Only when he is a small jiao, will the young man reveal his vulnerable side unsuspectingly.

"No."

Bei Xingtian patted Nangong Jin's head.

Although this child is a little fussy, his heart is not bad, and he always presents his heart to you.

"Some things cannot be forced."

If this feeling can be conveyed, there is no need to be so depressed.

"My injuries are no longer serious, and I can leave tomorrow."

The love of broken sleeves, the distinction between humans and demons, the difference between good and evil, that fairy like a white lotus washing water, he can't let the mud pollute him.

North Xingtian is the magic dragon that can't ask for it, and he has been far away from him all his life.

One person is in the sky, and the other is in the mud.

"Thank you, Master, for me, and from now on... let's just say goodbye."

14

Going north to leave, the bamboo pavilion was empty and silent.Ah Jueyuan didn't have anyone to discuss with the Demon Venerable in the aftermath of the Demon Realm.

"That's not possible!"

Nangong Jin turned around anxiously.

Seeing that the red line is about to be drawn, how can it fall short?

"There is only one last resort."

His eyes lit up, and he pulled out the small porcelain bottle that was kept in secret.

"Drug."

15

The name of this medicine is wishing rejuvenation.

Colorless and odorless, it dissolves when it comes in contact with water. Just one drop can tear through the cold and abstinent skin, and you can utter any obscene words.

Nangong Shaoxia spent 49 days refining, 81 processes, and condensing 360 five-flavored medicines to get such a small bottle.

The medicinal power is strong, and it must be a high-quality product.

Although there is a small problem, the antidote has not yet been refined from this bottle of medicine.

"do not care……"

Nangong Shaoxia sneaked into the alchemy room secretly, and gradually drifted away from the road of death.

16

Prescribing medicine is the worst policy, but you are the overlord, and you have to admit it according to the stubborn temperament of the master.

Isn't that how people are, the more they say no, the more happy they feel in their hearts.

The best Tianshan tea is hot, a few drops wish to return to the spring, and melt into the invisible.

Every night, the master will let Nangong Jin brew a little and drink some green tea to help wake up.

Nangong Jin sent it to Xuan Yijun in a panic, and at the same time sent a message to Brother Bei, saying that Master's condition had deteriorated and his physical signs were not good.

Bei Xingtian was so anxious that he didn't even notice Nangong Jin who was secretly guarding by the window.

"Hey, there's a good show tonight."

Nangong Jin secretly poked a hole in the paper.

17

The room was dim, and the monks in white stayed in bed together.

The tea was placed in front of the table, and he held up the porcelain cup and swiped it around his lips a few times.

"Who is coming?"

A streak of ice shot out from the palm of his hand, obliquely rubbing a shallow mark on Bei Xingtian's ear.

Xuan Yijun retracted his palm, his pupils shrunk slightly.

"why you……?"

The visitor didn't dodge or avoid, and directly grabbed Xuan Yijun's wrist.

The pulse is stable and there is no serious problem.

Beixing Tianchang let out a breath.

Xuan Yijun frowned, perhaps the scalding temperature made him feel uncomfortable, so he withdrew his hand calmly.

"What's the matter tonight?"

The slender figure stood tall in the moonlight, and the transparent body was as pale as the bright moon.

"nothing."

Bei Xingtian seldom appears by his side in human form, and even after being seen through, he still maintains the posture of a dragon.

He knows that what young people want is not a real person, but just a plaything to accompany him through the day.

Come on call, go on call.

The heart of youth is as solid as ice, and there is nothing in it.

"Then leave here quickly, don't let me do it myself..."

Xuan Yijun waved his sleeves, the ten thousand zhang glaciers loomed up, and the tarsus moved upwards.

Bei Xingtian's throat suddenly felt a little dry.

He suppressed the words for a long time, and suddenly wanted to tell them all.

"Yijun, I..."

The young man shook his head, and pressed his cold fingertips against the man's lips.

"do not talk."

Xuan Yijun has always been sensitive, so he just avoided speaking, it was a silent resistance.

"I just read it with a bit of old love, and I have nothing to do to save your life."

It's not the first time, every time he meets this man, he panics a lot.

Master Xuanji cultivates the ruthless way, and seeks longevity, not a married couple for a lifetime.

His Dao heart cannot be shaken.

"If you come to Tianqing Peak next time and drink some sake and white tea, I can treat you to a few cups."

The doors are open, and the cold wind is facing you.

"please."

"Drink this cup of tea and let's go."

18

Beixingtian stared at the young man's face for a long time.

As if this action, exhausted a lifetime.

He picked up the teapot, and the clear tea flowed down his Adam's apple, and the hot liquid flowed into the esophagus, scalding him to tears.

He understands that this is farewell.

19

Nangong Jin squatted outside the window, almost gnashing his silver teeth in irritation.

Exome, what do you always do with planes? !

Brother Bei, don't be bored, you're still playing a fart after you drink up! ! !