Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

There is no sun or moon in the cave. [Please search for updates soon] Even so, Jing Fansheng felt that Yan Xiaoran had been in a coma for a long time.

But that's to be expected.

After all, in addition to the powerful side effects of Xisui Pill, this kid also has a lot of injuries such as internal injuries, trauma, and spiritual damage that need to be recovered, and these will take time.

Fortunately, there is Lao Tzu here.Jing Fansheng opened Yan Xiaoran's mouth while thinking, and put a small pill into his mouth - completely ignoring the cause of the other's injury.

The elixir made of essence is more than several times more effective. Jing Fansheng refined some wound medicines that strengthen the foundation and cultivate the essence, and stuffed them all into Yan Xiaoran's mouth. Presumably, his small injuries will be quick will be healed.

It's just that the effect of the Xisui Pill is still there, this kid shouldn't be able to wake up for a while.

Jing Fansheng sat cross-legged beside him, leaning on his chin with his hands, looking at the handsome face that he wiped clean because he couldn't bear the blood-stained face, he couldn't help but think: The side effects of Xisui Pill are too strong, and every time it is used, the effect will be a little less, so Yan Xiaoran won't last long before he has to advance.

This thing is just like the games he used to play. Whether it is cultivation or using spiritual power to fight monsters, experience will be added, and when the experience is full, it will be upgraded.It is not a long-term solution to use this method of damaging the foundation every time like this to hold back and force not to upgrade.

only……

If Xiao Ranjun's natal magic weapon, the Tiangang shield, is still there, he may not be able to resist this thunder disaster.Too bad that thing is no longer there.

I don't know how long it will take Yan Yuan to refine another magic weapon like that?Can he survive until then?

Jing Fansheng felt that he was not only a life that would go wherever there was trouble, but also a life that worried about him.

He simply closed his eyes and got up, sitting on the smooth and hard ground, he couldn't help but shake himself from side to side.

"Scenic period?"

Jing Fansheng opened his eyes at the thought of the gentle but weak voice.

As expected, Yan Xiaoran had woken up, but he was still leaning there, seemingly unable to move anymore.

"Brother Jing." Jing Fansheng corrected.He immediately grabbed Yan Xiaoran's wrist and felt his pulse.

"Okay. Brother Jing." Yan Xiaoran's expression moved, he seemed to want to twitch the corners of his lips, but he didn't succeed in the end.So he just said happily: "You didn't leave?"

After taking the pulse, he shook his hand away, and Jing Fansheng said fiercely: "Go away!"

Yan Xiaoran suddenly put his hand to his lips and coughed a few times, and there seemed to be a bit of short laughter in the cough, it really couldn't tell whether he was happy or in pain.

"..."

After being reminded by Yan Xiaoran, Jing Fansheng remembered that all his equipment had actually returned!However, Yan Xiaoran has been in a coma for such a long time, and he didn't even remember to leave.

But hearing Yan Xiaoran's meaning, could it be that when the second swallowing mouse appeared, he threw his storage bag over without hesitation, because he already wanted to let him go first?

Am I like that?Jing Fansheng was angry, but for some reason, he didn't want to vent his anger no matter what.

After hesitating for a while, Jing Fansheng said, "Your internal injuries and external injuries are all healed, but the damage to your spiritual consciousness won't heal for a while. After all, after the natal magic weapon shattered, you took the marrow washing pill again."

Seemingly intentional or unintentional, he accentuated the pronunciation of the word "Xishuidan", which made Yan Xiaoran's eyes widen immediately.

Jing Fansheng acted as if he didn't see it, and said quickly: "Fortunately, this kind of injury is far worse than when your spiritual consciousness was impaired before, and it will be fine if you take it slowly."

Yan Xiaoran nodded slightly, his eyelids drooped slightly, and the eyes that were originally wide open due to surprise turned into long and narrow phoenix eyes again.

All of a sudden the cave was quiet again.

After a few breaths, Jing Fansheng finally couldn't hold back and said, "You, why do you want to eat that stuff?"

He asked this entirely because he felt relatively speechless and awkward, and he was looking for something to say.

After all, Jing Fansheng also knew very well that if he hadn't been full of experience and could no longer suppress the promotion, this person would not eat three in one go.If the two of them were not in the space at the bottom of the lake, they might have felt the thunderous thunder from the sky at that moment.

The other party seemed to know that he was just asking casually, so he didn't open his mouth to answer.

Jing Fansheng asked the question he was more concerned about: "When you advanced last time, how many times did you suffer from thunder disasters?"

The young man said flatly, "Eightfold."

"Bazhong!" Jing Fansheng couldn't help but exclaimed while taking a breath.After all, one can only be "lucky" to be "lucky" to receive the eighth level of lightning calamity when one advances from the fusion stage to the transcending calamity stage.

And Yan Xiaoran has already reached the eighth level from the Nascent Soul rush to the distraction stage, and there is a difference of two levels in the period... Then this time the advancement will undoubtedly attract the ninth level of thunder and calamity.

The ancestors in the tribulation stage can't guarantee that they can survive the nine-fold thunder calamity and ascend to immortality, not to mention that Yan Xiaoran's physical body and consciousness are still as strong as in the distraction stage... In such a situation, it seems that there is nothing but holding back. Apart from upgrading, there is really no other way.

"Then how did you...survive last time?" Jing Fansheng's throat was choked, and it took a lot of effort to make a sound.

"...After I woke up, I found that I was no longer on Chongming Mountain, and soon after that I was struck by thunder, so I didn't think there was anything special about the eighth level of thunder..." Yan Xiaoran's eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression Also became confused.It was as if he had returned to that time again, when he woke up and found himself in a completely unfamiliar wilderness for no reason, and before he could react, he was struck by eight layers of thunder one after another.

He wasn't conscious at that time, so he really didn't feel much pain when the lightning bolts with extremely strong energy split from the sky cap and rushed to the limbs and bones through the sea of ​​consciousness.Some are just grievances, bewilderment and anger that they thought they had been abandoned.And must live, go to Jing Fansheng to ask for a clear determination.

After regaining his senses, Yan Xiaoran tried his best to say calmly: "It's just that he was seriously injured later."

But after hearing this, Jing Fansheng's heart still trembled a little.Yan Xiaoran said it was very serious, so it must be as serious as shaking the soul to the bone and leaving the body completely shattered.

"So others think that you are not wandering around in the sect, but it is actually..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xiaoran nodded and said: "I have been recuperating on Ling Jue Peak, and I was not allowed to leave the peak until last year."

Suddenly, the traces of guilt that had been accumulated in Jing Fansheng's heart were magnified a little.

Yan Xiaoran tried to raise the corners of his lips again, and his tone was relaxed with a hint of self-mockery: "But it's not because of a serious injury. Sometimes my mind is not sober and difficult to control myself, so..."

Thinking of something again, Jing Fansheng asked: "When you were on Sunset Ridge ten years ago, were you also delirious?"

Yan Xiaoran's expression froze, and he suddenly became a little flustered: "...Brother Jing!"

He grabbed his cuff in a panic, as if he was afraid that Jing Fansheng would leave right away.

This time Jing Fansheng did not avoid it, he looked directly at the young man, and said seriously: "I want to know."

After all, whether the real hero really wanted to kill him was very important to him.Even if he already knew the answer, Jing Fansheng still needed an answer that would allow him to truly let go of the barrier.

The young man still clung to him, but lowered his eyebrows slightly, looking like a child who did something wrong.Yan Xiaoran said: "There are always some voices inexplicably appearing in my ears... Sometimes I feel unusually angry, and my temper will become extremely irritable, and I can't control myself. Indeed, in the first few years, there were times when I was unconscious, After waking up, I don’t remember what I did at all. But... At that time in Sunset Ridge... I heard what you said to me, and I thought of you and other women... I couldn’t control it..."

"I, I didn't mean to hurt you, I really couldn't control it. I just wanted to ask you what happened before, but..." But all the plans and plans were because he couldn't control himself , The moment he lifted the sword and stabbed it, it collapsed.

He hurt Jing Fansheng.

When Jing Fansheng grabbed the blade with one hand and blood flowed down the blade, Yan Xiaoran's vision turned scarlet.

During those five years, when he was almost chopped into charcoal inside and out and was constantly suffering from severe pain, when he was delirious and was overwhelmed by tyrannical emotions almost every day, he was Those who have vented anger, resented, and hated Jing Fansheng.

But even so, Yan Xiaoran never thought that one day he would really do something to hurt the other party.

So after restraining himself to allow Jing Fansheng to escape, and after learning that someone had poisoned his sword afterwards, the regret and heartache that spread from the bottom of his heart made him completely lost himself for a long time.

It felt like being trapped in a black swamp. If you couldn't struggle, you could only sink continuously. The biting cold made you desperate to the extreme.

The past quickly flashed through his mind like flipping through a book, and a trace of blood suddenly flashed in Yan Xiaoran's dark eyes.

Since he had been looking at him all the time before, Jing Fansheng soon realized that something was wrong.

He said quickly and loudly: "Don't get excited, you are possessed, do you know that!"

Yan Xiaoran's hand that was grabbing his sleeve suddenly changed to grabbing his wrist.The young man's eyes were filled with more and more scarlet, and his hands were getting stronger and stronger. He was staring at him with a fixed gaze, and slowly leaned towards him.

Such Yan Xiaoran is undoubtedly strange and terrifying.Jing Fansheng suddenly thought that if Yan Xiaoran fell ill and couldn't control himself at this time, then anything could happen.

Thinking of this, he forcibly pressed the opponent's shoulders and threw him against the wall. He was about to reach into his bosom to find some pills for him to eat, but unexpectedly, the young man suddenly trembled all over his body. He leaned over again forcefully, forcing Jing Fansheng to the ground.

It didn't matter if he was on the ground, the young man rode on Jing Fansheng's thigh while holding him tightly.The originally black and gilt pupils turned crimson at this time, Jing Fansheng was in a bad mood, but it was too late.

Yan Xiaoran pressed him with one hand, and when he exerted force with the other, the white clothes Jing Fansheng was wearing now were ripped apart from his chest.

"Damn it! Come again?" There was a growl in his heart, his bare chest was exposed in the air, Jing Fansheng couldn't help but shuddered - mainly because he was shocked by Yan Xiaoran's state of being black when he said he was black.

Yan Xiaoran, who was pressing on him and kept pulling at his open clothes with both hands, suddenly raised his head, his black hair was vented, and his expressionless face, which had never been expressionless, looked ferocious because of those red eyes.

Yan Xiaoran in this state looks a bit like a lion who just threw down its prey.He is not in a hurry to open his mouth, but occasionally lowers his head to sniff the breath of the prey.

"Xiao Ranjun?" Jing Fansheng called tentatively.

It's a pity that the other party didn't respond at all.

"Yan Xiaoran? Yan Yuan!" Jing Fansheng shouted louder.

Only then did Yan Xiaoran slowly move his eyes from his uncovered upper body to Jing Fansheng's face.He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to stay awake, but Jing Fansheng couldn't relax his vigilance at all with those bloody eyes.

"Jing Qi?" The other party's voice became dark and hoarse, and Yan Xiaoran's expression became even more ruthless with a trace of confusion mixed in.

Jing Fansheng was pressed by him, but he didn't dare to move easily. He tried hard to grasp the rational side of the other party, and said, "Yes, it's me. I'm Jingqi."

As soon as the other party's eyes moved, Jing Fansheng said quickly, "Look, I'm your Senior Brother Jing. Now tell me, what do you feel uncomfortable about?"

"I hurt you, I hurt you..." Yan Xiaoran didn't answer his words, but just repeated the words in despair.

"Hey you……"

The series of "I hurt you" rang in his ears, and combined with their previous conversation, Jing Fansheng finally realized the smell.

He tentatively asked: "You mean on Sunset Ridge...?"

Yan Xiaoran suddenly fell silent, but still pressed him down, his expression became much more vivid, he looked like a child who did something wrong.Frightened and apprehensive, I could only stand aside and wait for others to forgive me.

Now that he found the problem, Jing Fansheng hurriedly said: "You didn't, you didn't hurt me."

Since both arms were tightly restrained, Jing Fansheng could only forcefully raise his right hand and said, "Look, you didn't hurt me."

The palm of the hand is really smooth, without any scars.

Yan Xiaoran was attracted by the shaking arm, he looked sideways for a while, and suddenly raised his hand to hold the back of that hand.Immediately after...

Sensitive palms were touched by the other party's dry lips and wet tongue, and the numb and itchy feeling caused Jing Fansheng to shudder again.

But seeing Yan Xiaoran just buried his face in his palm, kissing and rubbing against each other, with an extremely devout expression, Jing Fansheng resisted the urge to pull his hand back.

In this world, he had the most contact with those monks who, although they talked about the principles of heaven and righteousness, were actually trying to become immortals and change their lives against the sky, and even he himself was no exception.It had been many years since he had seen anyone look as pious as Yan Xiaoran is now.

It was like worshiping.It seems that he actually wanted to do this a long time ago.

Jing Fansheng closed his eyes, but suddenly raised his other hand.The silver light flickered between his two fingers, and he was holding a silver needle.

But before the silver needle touched the opponent, Yan Xiaoran's pupils suddenly became dilated.He immediately closed his eyes, and fell directly on Jing Fansheng's body without any struggle.