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Trembling, the lights cast his shadow on the wall, and the emptiness of the room made his shadow distorted and dark.

After a long time, Young Master Nanfeng walked over and embraced Hua Song, his movements were indescribably gentle, but his eyes were piercingly burning, he put his chin on Hua Song's shoulder, and whispered softly: "Okay, don't be afraid, It's all over, over..."

His eyes were dazed for a moment, then dazzled again, and became dark again, "No, there is one more..."

He smiled softly, and gently kissed Hua Song's neck. It was originally a gentle kiss, but under the touch of the body, his arms tightened, and his lips and teeth couldn't help licking and biting.

Even in deep sleep, Hua Song frowned vigilantly, and his body moved slightly.

Mr. Nanfeng paused for a moment, then suddenly straightened up.At some point, he had already pressed Hua Song on the couch, and the sleeping boy let him move, his clothes were messy, there were scars on his neck and chest, and the room was full of blood.

As he watched, there was only one thought in his mind, that he could want him without any scruple.

Stretching out his hands and tilting his head to look at it for a moment, his eyes suddenly filled with boundless darkness, and he muttered mockingly: "But, it's really dirty..."

After staring at it for a while, he finally bent down slowly, tidying up Hua Song's clothes little by little, restoring him to his original peaceful sleeping appearance.

After a long time, a voice came from the room, "Come here."

An unremarkable servant in gray clothes walked in silently.

Mr. Nan Feng leaned on the other side of the imperial concubine's couch, with his head resting on his forehead, without any expression on his face, he waved and said: "Send it back."

The servant responded, stepped forward and carefully picked up the person on the couch, then took a few steps back before turning around and walking out.

-

Mr. Nan Feng turned his head and watched the door slowly close, his eyes suddenly became silent, and there was a sadness like dead wood.

But this expression was only for a moment, and was quickly hidden by him, and a creepy smile appeared on his face.

Throwing a Soul Burning Lamp from the sleeve, the lamp fitly landed on the lamp stand, a dark green flame rose, and then there were screams one after another.

Mr. Nanfeng laughed lightly, his thoughts moved, and only a phantom of the soul appeared in the flames. As soon as that phantom appeared, he immediately wanted to pounce ferociously, shooting out a poisonous intent that would make others chill.

But no matter how much he hates and howls, all his negative emotions will only strengthen the lamp's magic power without doing any harm to its owner.

Mr. Nan Feng watched his madness with enjoyment, and slowly said: "Lin Feng, please suffer, do you want to eat my flesh and bones."

His eyes became evil, and several balls of light appeared out of thin air in his hands. With a twitch of his red lips, he pointed to one of the balls of light and said, "This is your eldest son, Mizuki Shuanglingen, he is quite talented."

"This is your second son, Shan Huo Linggen, he is really a genius, but unfortunately he is arrogant, stupid and brainless..."

Looking at the last ball of light, the evil in his eyes deepened, "This is your good wife, you have a deep relationship, know each other and love each other, and she also gave birth to two talented children for you..."

Lin Feng's soul in the flames let out a mournful cry. At this moment, he finally stopped cursing and begged: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Wenxuan, all this is my fault, they are innocent, please let them go. good?"

Mr. Nan Feng acted as if he had never heard of it, and sighed: "What an enviable family, I specially brought them here to meet you, I'm sure you will be satisfied."

Lin Feng's cry was even more shrill, and the entire phantom swelled sharply.

Young Master Nan Feng chuckled, then slowly closed his hands together, with a joyful smile, the light ball in his hand turned into a light spot and disappeared with a "bang".

His bright red lips provoked a cruel smile, "Why are you angry? It's because you put a lot of effort into it that I can catch them, isn't it?"

The soul that was about to collapse in the flames stagnated, then suddenly went berserk, merged into the flames, and turned into a resentful ghost.

Mr. Nan Feng took the lamp, took out a few balls of light and threw them into the wick, and said with a light smile, "Let your family reunite."

"Eternal life is better than death forever."

The author has something to say: ——I heard that having a code name can make readers remember the author more deeply, and the author also wants everyone to remember me, what should I do~

Xiaozhi, Zhizi, kid(?), please choose one, don’t ignore me (otherwise I’ll cry for you)

Chapter 26

After Hua Song woke up, he didn't know what Jinxi was. He slept very deeply, so when he just opened his eyes, his expression was even comfortable.

It's funny to say, if it wasn't for the complete coma this time, he still wouldn't let go of his vigilance and get a good night's sleep.

The bedroom was clean and elegant, with an elegant and pleasant scent floating around. Hua Song propped up his body, and his whole body felt a kind of lazy comfort. When he moved his neck, he didn't feel any discomfort. He was a little surprised.

If it wasn't for his excellent memory, with his current physical condition, he would have thought that the scene where he was pinched against the wall by Mr. Nan Feng was an illusion.

Hua Song stood up barefoot in his unlined clothes.

Zixin heard movement from the outside and walked in, saw Hua Song had stood up, said with a smile: "You are up."

She fetched water to clean Hua Song's face and hands, and put on a moon-white gown for him, and put a green coat on it, and when she was combing his hair, she softly laughed: "Mr. Nanfeng I summoned you as soon as I came back, I must like you very much, now, I want to see what those people who love to gossip have to say."

She tied up Hua Song's hair with a jade crown, and her satin-like long hair hung down behind her, leaving only a face with clear lines and ice-skinned skin, and a pair of extremely brilliant eyes were very obvious.

She looked at it with some admiration, and said: "It's the right time of day now, you woke up just right, Mr. Wen usually visits you at this time."

Hua Song has been silently waiting for her, and he only raised his eyes when he heard her say that it was already noon.

It turned out that they were quietly pushed out these days, not because they didn't know, but because they didn't pay attention.

After tidying up, Hua Song walked to the flower hall and saw that the food was already set on the table, waiting for him to get up.

The two maids looked at him with weird expressions, with a little ambiguity, Hua Song recalled what happened yesterday, and found nothing wrong, and didn't want to find out what they were thinking.

-

After the meal, Hua Song was flipping through a book, and the three large characters of "Appliance Refining Method" filled the cover of the book. He was absorbed in reading it, and Zi Xin came in and said, "Master, Mama Tang is here."

Hua Song looked up, paused for a moment, and then remembered who the so-called mother Tang was.

He put down his book and took the maid out, frowning, wondering what happened to Tang's mother, who had no interaction with him at this time?

As soon as Hua Song entered the flower hall, a strong smell of makeup and powder rushed to his face. He endured it, but he couldn't help but sneezed.

The figure approaching quickly stopped in front of him, first covered his lips and gave a chuckle, and then said in a long tone: "Oh, look at this handsome little guy, he really lives up to his reputation, and I am even more rumored a thousand times~ Looking at you, mom, I just feel that everything I saw before was vulgar and vulgar, even the most narcissistic narcissus would faint when seeing you; Fuyun would not be white after seeing you..."

She lifted her neck gracefully, locked her eyes on Hua Song, spit out a lot of compliments without thinking, without a single pause.

Hua Song looked at her with red eyes.

The half-aged mistress standing in front of him was dressed up enchantingly, and her front was still half exposed, but her movements and postures were not frivolous, but had an indescribable smell, but Hua Song smelled the strange fragrance emanating from her body, Some can't stand it.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand, "Mother Tang, please sit down."

Tang's mother sat down with a smile, and then another two quarters of an hour passed after chattering.

Hua Song has never met someone who is so good at chatting and finding topics, no matter how much he doesn't want to deal with it, he still has no choice but to answer her indifferently with a smiling face.

Mother Tang then said: "Song of Flowers, the fifteenth day of this month is a good day, just like you, the little furnaces from the Happy Building decided to hold a wine tasting party, and they specifically begged me to come and tell you, I hope you Go to this party."

She smiled and said, "I don't know what you want?"

Hua Song lowered his eyes, and when he opened his eyelids, his eyes were indifferent, and he said: "Sorry, I'm afraid I made your trip in vain."

Mother Tang raised her eyebrows, her smile subsided a little, and she said: "The brothers and sisters who have been with me before miss you very much, not to mention, there will be many important guests coming to the party, this opportunity cannot be missed, you can Think about it..."

Hua Song smiled lightly, didn't say much, just cupped his hands, "Thank you, Mom, for your concern."

Tang's mother clenched the teacup in her hand, looked up at the calm young man opposite, her mind was spinning rapidly.

She does not have much power in the Happy Building, she is not considered a high-level person, she just manages hundreds of furnaces up and down, supervises all the furnaces to do their own things, and guides guests to the furnaces that suit him, but , It's just that, no one dared to underestimate her.

She naturally paid attention to Hua Song, and the furnace in front of her was known to everyone because of an accident, which could be said to be a blessing in disguise.

As an old man in the building, she can clearly see some things, such as why the building is divided into two factions; the intricate relationship between the furnace and the steward; Furnace...

It's like a young man with a haughty look on his face who is backed by someone in front of him, and doesn't take people seriously... He is not suitable for the way of life in the Happy Building.

As for why this cauldron was distributed to "Baiyunjian"... Mother Tang smiled inwardly, no matter whether Yunhuo and Fairy Yanyun wanted to win over, or took the opportunity to ask for contacts, she helped her, Hua Song didn't want to participate, She can't force it either.

After taking a sip of tea, many thoughts passed through her mind. Mother Tang stood up and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, Mom has a lot of things to do, so I won't play with you. If you're bored, remember to call someone to call Mom, and Mom will definitely call Arrive."

Hua Song stood up, bent her lips and said, "Definitely."

He sent Mama Tang to the door, because he was sensitive to the smell on her body, he didn't dare to get too close, and he only looked back when Mama Tang disappeared around the corner of the room.

The lazy bird squatting on the cage under the eaves raised its eyelids to look at him, moved a few steps in disgust, and covered its head with its wings.

Hua Song glanced at it strangely, obviously Tang's mother's smell was stronger than his, and he didn't see it being so disgusted.

It's none of his business, it must be that the bird has a brain problem and reacts too slowly.

-

In the afternoon, Wen Ran came to find Hua Song.

As soon as he came, he took Hua Song's hand, and even sniffed at him, speaking in a normal way, "What are you doing?"

Seeing this, the two brothers of the Ling family twitched the corners of their mouths, then stepped aside.

Ling Mu looked at his brother's stiff face, shrunk his shoulders, and said weakly: "When the young master's "love" is over, he won't be so impatient."

Ling Yue glared at him, closed his eyes, and didn't want to talk to anyone.

In the past, the young master liked things, but now he has risen to the level of people, and he doesn't know what will happen. Thinking of the young master's enthusiasm for the things he loves, the journey of this experience is long.

Hua Song keenly sensed the emotions of the two guards. He glanced at Wen Ran, who was frowning, and raised the book in his hand, "I'm studying this."

Wen Ran took a closer look, he picked up the book and flipped through it, then threw it away with one hand in disgust, and said with a frown, "Not good."

Hua Song asked someone to put a high couch by the window of the study, so now the two of them are sitting on the couch casually, Wen Ran threw the book and it fell through the window.

Hua Song stretched out his hand to catch it, but he didn't catch it. He lay on the window, just watching the book whirring and turning the pages, and it fell to the ground spinning.

Wen Ran followed his example and lay on the window, looked down, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Hua Song said: "I'll see if the book hit anyone."

Wen Ran glanced at him strangely, the corners of his mouth curled up.

He asked: "Do you like refining weapons?"

The breeze blows in, and the air is very clear and sweet. In the distance are the green and misty mountains, and in the vicinity are antique palaces and pavilions. There are people with compatible temperaments who can communicate with each other at ease.

At this moment, people and scenery blend together, just like a freehand and romantic ancient landscape painting.

Hua Song put one hand on the window sill, turned her head to look at Wen Ran, with a comfortable smile in her eyes, and said: "I'm very interested in it."

"Maybe it's because I have nothing to do and it's too boring, so I put a lot of energy on sculpture, and I'm very curious to see things in this area."

Wen Ran also followed his example, blinking and said: "But the book you read is too bad, and many of the statements are wrong."

Hua Song can also see some inconsistencies, but he doesn't mind, and said with a smile: "I just understand."

Wen Ran's tone became serious, "If you don't touch it, don't touch it. As long as you look at it, you must look at the correct one, otherwise you will leave a wrong impression in your heart, and even a small mistake may cause fatal injury."

After he finished speaking with a stern expression, his tone immediately softened, "We cultivators are fighting against the heavens. If we want to get something, we have to give. Don't look at those unruly monks who are so reckless and not careful. Can't go very far..."

"It's like comprehending that the wrong operation of the kung fu will lead to the collapse of the true essence and the damage of the meridians; a wrong movement of the swordsmanship will not only greatly reduce the attack power, but may also hurt the body; One wrong step, one moment of delay in performing the hand formula... may cause irreparable consequences."

"The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest. Although it is exciting to be able to embark on the immortal journey, it is also an extremely simple matter to lose one's life."

Hua Song was dumbfounded and let him teach him a lesson, and his expression became serious after listening.

Before this, Wen Ran rarely talked to him when he got along with him. He asked him to accompany him, whether sitting, lying or leaning, and watched him play the piano, write, paint, etc. with his eyes open and appreciative...

As if just looking at it was enough.

Hua Song can clearly feel the love in his eyes, he was baffled before, but now he suddenly understands.

Isn't this the same as his shining eyes when he saw his favorite sculpture?

But since yesterday, his attitude began to change, and he talked so much with him, which was unprecedented.

Hua Song became serious, he said: "Thank you for your reminder, I will be more careful."

Wen Ran just laughed, and he lifted his chin a little bit unsatisfactorily. The way he looked at Hua Song was like looking at a small sapling overflowing with aura. As long as he watered it a little, it could grow vigorously.

He shook Hua Song's hand, and said reluctantly: "I may not have time to see you after that, you can continue playing the piano and painting, don't read the miscellaneous books collected in the market, and don't associate with people with deep eyes."

He urged him earnestly, fearing that the flower song would grow crooked as soon as he came back.

The author has something to say:——Gardenia and Xiaozhi, a literary style, a cute style, you can call them whatever you want.The author is actually trying to show his presence.

I feel that I have a little too much to say, so I won’t talk about it next time (tell me honestly if you find it annoying).

But... the favorites rose early and dropped at night, why is this, after I favorited it, I didn't like it, and then deleted it.

White joy.unhappy.

Desolate, without encouragement and support, the enthusiasm has faded.

Chapter 27

He really regarded himself as a favorite "thing".

Hua Song smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know."

Wen Ran looked at him, and suddenly said, "You wait here."

After all, the whole person had disappeared in front of Hua Song, and it took about a cup of tea before he came back, put a thick stack of books, about dozens of books, on Hua Song's desk, raised his eyebrows and said: "These The books are piled up in the corner and no one reads them, if you like them, I will give them to you."

Hua Song didn't read the book, but focused on Wen Ran, his pupils trembled, and finally he could only say: "Thank you."

Wen Ran waved his hands casually, "It's not a precious technique or magic technique. Anyway, they don't look at it when they put it on their bodies. Rather than being dusty, it's better to give it to those who need it."

Hua Song didn't say anything anymore, he touched the old book cover, feeling a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Wen Ran glanced at him again, and said hesitantly: "I have to go, you must have seen visions of distant mountains these days, I am about to enter the ancient vein of the Great Desolation, and I may not be able to see you for a long time..."

Generally, visions occur, most of which are in the following situations: monks and other spirits advance; heavenly materials and earthly treasures are born; ancient secret realms are opened; living beings understand the rules and have the inheritance of "Tao"...etc.

Only these can resonate with heaven and earth and give birth to visions.

As for what caused the vision, experienced monks can naturally see it.

The Great Wilderness Ancient Line is very dangerous, and it is possible that this meeting will be the last time they meet, Hua Song suppressed the melancholy in his heart, and said with a smile: "You have to be careful."

With a warm smile, "Don't worry."

His eyes are clear and penetrating, and when he looks directly at people, he seems to be able to see through the whole person, which makes people feel very insecure.Hua Song took the initiative to shake his hand, and smiled lightly, but his eyes were sincere.

He sent Wen Ran out, and when he was about to leave the study, Hua Song tugged at his sleeve, "Wait a minute."

He turned around and went to the back of the desk, and took out a black box with only light patterns on it from the bookshelf. He approached Wen Ran, handed the box to him, and said, "It's not rude to come here, please accept it, my lord." A small gift from me."

Wen Ran glanced at him in surprise, and in a blink of an eye, happily accepted it.

Hua Song sent Wen Ran to the ladder going downstairs in "Bai Yun Jian".

Wen Ran's two high-spirited guards walked behind, Hua Song only felt that there were two probing eyes on him, which made him want to ignore it, so he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw a slightly shorter man with a An indescribable gaze sized him up, very aboveboard.

When he arrived at the entrance of the ladder, Wen Ran turned to look at him, with curved eyebrows and said: "See you next time, I hope I can enjoy the mountains and rivers with you, those scenes must be very chic and beautiful."

Hua Song's throat was slightly astringent, he blinked and said with a smile: "See you next time."

Wen Ran smiled again, clear and clear, as if he had already seen through something.

He took Hua Song's hand, put a storage bag in his palm, blinked and said: "This is also a gift from me."

The two brothers of the Ling family looked at Hua Song, and the corners of their mouths twitched. After the three master and servant finished speaking, they left cleanly.

Hua Song held the storage bag in his hand, stood there for a while, and then smiled suddenly.

He calmed down, and suddenly thought about why everyone didn't take the storage bag seriously. Although it has no spirituality and the storage space is small, there is no problem with the space for a small house .

It wasn't until he smelled a special smell that Hua Song ran out of the sudden loneliness, and he slowly raised his head.

A dark red figure was leaning against the wall, his expression could not be seen clearly in the smog, only the slender Lantian bamboo jade tobacco rod and the ice-white slender hands were very eye-catching.

Hua Song suddenly remembered those tearful eyes, and his amazingly strong hands, he took a step back and said, "Mr. Nanfeng?"

I don't know how long the dark red figure has been here. He tilted his head slightly, holding a sapphire cigarette stick, walked from the dimly lit passage, and chanted to Hua with his bright red lips: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, caress me." Just play a piano."

Hua Song paused and nodded.

Clouds floated on the winding veranda, and the reddish-brown wooden walls exuded a fragrance. Mr. Nan Feng sat leaning on the railing, with one long leg draped casually, exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes were blurred, so dark that people dare not look at them.

Hua Song lowered his eyes and focused on playing the piano. The sound of the piano was long and far-reaching, like a stream flowing in a deep valley.

Mr. Nanfeng smoked more fiercely, he frowned fiercely, and suddenly said: "Stop!"

The slender and jade-like hand froze, and Hua Song obediently stopped.

Mr. Nan Feng saw that his brows and eyes were cold, his face was expressionless, and a dark color flashed inexplicably in his eyes. He took a puff of cigarette irritably, and then suppressed the depression in his heart, and said slowly: "I don't want to hear this To plant a tune, be happy and brisk."

Hua Song said: "Okay."

He let Mr. Nanfeng toss and change several songs when he was dissatisfied, until Hua Song's brows furrowed uncontrollably, and he said: "No... none of these are right, I want to listen to the song you played yesterday."

Hua Song held back his temper, thinking that this person's head is not normal, he may be sick, and he is nice to him, so let's bear it for now.He got rid of distracting thoughts, hoping that the sound of a pure heart piano would wake him up.

But what made him secretly mad was that the man looked at him critically, "It's not that kind of voice, it doesn't have that kind of smell in it..."

He frowned, with anger hidden in his eyes, and complained: "You played it wrong!"

Hua Song stopped playing, he was already in a bad mood at this moment, and this person still came to find fault, so he was even less in the mood to serve him.

He raised his chin, looked at Mr. Nanfeng coldly, and said in a low voice: "Hua Song is not good at learning, this is the highest level of my playing the piano. If I can't play well again, I hope you will do it again." Ask someone else."

Mr. Nanfeng froze for a moment.

Hua Song's body tensed up, as soon as the man burst into anger, he would run away.

But to his surprise, Young Master Nan Feng laughed suddenly, he leaned forward and backward from the laugh, his cheeks flushed, and a hearty voice came out instantly.

He laughed enough, then propped his chin with one hand, with a smile on his face, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at Hua Song, his phoenix eyes were full of love like peach blossoms in April, and he was in a corridor climbed by green vines, not fresh and pleasant , but demagogic.

He said: "Song of Flowers is really a good stove that is suitable for viewing, viewing and entertainment..."

Hua Song's forehead twitched, and he couldn't help thinking: This man is really sick.

He kept all the things he experienced yesterday in his heart. Mr. Nan Feng's state is very similar to the "bewildered" written in the book, but this is just a resemblance. Hua Song has even more shocking guesses.

He has been sensitive to other people's emotions since he was a child, and the emotions of others are obvious to him. The last time he accidentally elicited joyful emotions in the void through the sound of the piano, he suddenly realized and knew the reason.

Mr. Nan Feng's willpower is extremely strong.Even Hua Song can feel the negative emotions coming to her face, which shows how depressed her master is, and the reason why these negative emotions have not erupted is the strong suppression of her master.

"Demon" enters the body...

If his guess is correct, then how much willpower should a person who can keep the "inner demon" firmly in his heart?

His mind was spinning quickly, but in the blink of an eye, Hua Song saw a dark red figure approaching him.

Mr. Nan Feng bent down and put his head close to Hua Song's earlobe.

Hua Song was startled, put his hands on his buried head, and took a step back.

Mr. Nan Feng blinked his red phoenix eyes, then stretched out his tongue and licked his hand, Hua Song's heart trembled, there was nothing he could do about him, and he quickly took a few steps back.

Mr. Nanfeng put the cigarette rod behind his back, bent over, and smiled ambiguously with blinking eyes: "I just want to tell you a good news, why are you refunding, do you think I want to do something to you?"

Hua Song shook his head, and backed away calmly. This person's mood went up and down, and talking to him made him more interested in playing tricks on others.

Sure enough, when he didn't speak, Mr. Nan Feng's expression faded, and the disappearance of the smile made his face look cold, but only for a while, he said again:

"Go back and make some preparations, and accompany me to the Super Auction tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, his body like flowing clouds and hair like ink.

Hua Song stood tall in place, not knowing how to react for a while, the man left.Mr. Nan Feng's temperament is too elusive, even if he is as transparent as him, it is difficult to handle the sudden joy and anger. Therefore, even after hearing the good news, he still took a while to react.

He watched the moody man disappear, stroked his forehead, and suddenly sighed.

-

Cultivation is common in Xiaoyuanjie, and everyone is proud of being able to step into the immortal path. As long as they can enter the Tao, they are respected as immortal elders by mortals.

There are many sects in the Yuanling Continent, and there are many clans of cultivators. Human cultivators, demon cultivators, and demon cultivators each occupy a blessed place. Taoism, Buddhism, evil sects, sword sects, royal families, and noble families... various cultivation systems coexist.

In this world, where martial arts are respected, monks dominate, and aura is the main source of energy, many professions have gradually emerged to serve monks, such as alchemy master, talisman maker, formation master, animal trainer, weapon refiner... so etc.

But in this small Yuanjie, there are only about ten out of a thousand people with spiritual roots, and only one genius out of ten thousand monks.And to choose these professions, not only the spiritual roots that the monks are compatible with them, but also the superhuman understanding. Otherwise, they will not be able to go very far on the distant road of becoming an immortal.

Such a comparison, most people will naturally not focus on these chores, delaying their own cultivation.

Therefore, on this continent, those who choose side jobs are usually these three types of people: monks with poor aptitude to make a living; monks with mediocre aptitude but high understanding; geniuses with outstanding talent and good understanding.

Therefore, this also led to the very special status of alchemists, weapon refiners, etc. on the mainland.

And one of them, the refiner, is even more respected by the monks.

Hua Song picked up another book and opened a few chapters, glanced at it quickly, put it down again, and continued to get another book, until after changing it a few times, he reached out to take a book with yellowed pages and soft paper , a thin book called "Xiaoyuanjie", he paused for a moment——

Isn't this the one he read first?

This book introduces some of the current situation of Xiaoyuanjie and some general conditions of the world. It is a pity that Hua Song was absent-minded. He only read it a little at the beginning. Did not go to see.

He simply put away the book, went back to the bedroom and lay on the bed, and covered his head.

In the past, he could calm down by reading books and playing the piano.But not this time, he was too excited.

He could finally feel the outside air.

The author has something to say: ——This article will be updated every other day, please bear with me.I'm about to escape, don't worry, after a few chapters, there will still be a scene of attacking the king, so chapter 35 will escape.

Everyone doesn't pay much attention to Gong Jun, so it's okay for him to show up later.

Chapter 28

When Hua Song woke up the next day, his eyes were strangely covered with a blue shadow.

Zilan, who was waiting for him to wash and groom, secretly looked at him strangely, didn't say anything, just rubbed a kind of hoarfrost with a grassy fragrance on the bottom of his eyes, and soon, the blue shadow disappeared.

Hua Song lowered his eyes and let the maid serve him quite casually. Seeing that his expression was cold, Zi Lan even gave him a light glance when she wiped his face with a handkerchief, and his heart jumped up .

She bit her lip, put back the clothes she had prepared, took out another dress, dressed him meticulously, made the folds on his waist fit, fastened a jade pendant, and let Hua Song Sit down, and with gentle movements of skillful hands, tie his hair.

Zi Xin was ready to come in early, she opened the door curtain, looked at Hua Song who was sitting in front of the mirror with a lazy expression, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and unconsciously licked her lips.

Zilan looked back at her, and smiled with her lips pursed.

This is the first time for her to dress up her master according to her own wishes, and she is very excited. When she thinks of Hua Song appearing in the eyes of others and stunning the world, she has an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Zi Lan tied the crown on him, and said softly: "Master, it's done."

Hua Song seemed to be awakened by her voice, lazily raised his eyes to look at her, and then...raised his hand and yawned.

He hummed and walked out of the bedroom mechanically.

Seeing that he didn't pay attention to the elaborate attire on his body, Zilan looked quite disappointed.

-

Hua Song looked sleepy, and it wasn't until he drank a glass of white milk that his tingling head felt better.

He was indeed extremely excited yesterday, until he lay on the bed secretly happy for a long time, then he suppressed that excitement a bit, and couldn't help thinking carefully about the matters after going out.

First of all, he needs to buy a map to figure out the area, the surrounding terrain, and the route out.

Then, some standing items should be gathered together, such as guns, disguise items, attack weapons and so on.

In the end, he had to find a good place... Otherwise, with his appearance and aptitude, as long as he met a slightly stronger monk, he would have no power to resist.

Hua Song used to have only one belief in escaping, but when he thought carefully about his survival after escaping, he suddenly discovered that "escaping" is not difficult, but how to survive in this world full of monsters and monks. .

If he is an ordinary person, he can hide himself and survive in the market, but he has a heaven-defying appearance and a mouth-watering physique. His aptitude cannot be seen without special props, but his appearance is too Outstanding, yet powerless, it is easy for people to covet him.

Even without mentioning the monk who coveted him, there are still deep forests everywhere, monsters entrenched, poisonous insects, and monster plants infested the environment, which made it impossible for him to survive.

What's more, after escaping, there is still the pursuit of Happy Building behind him.

Qi Ling has a special ability, and with the protection of spirit treasures, it is easy to escape, but calm down and think about it, and you can't be overwhelmed by the urgent desire, whether to face endless troubles after escaping, or to put everything together Get ready, once and for all.

Hua Song was kept in a closed environment, and she didn't hear anything outside the window. Even after reading some books, she still knew very little about the world.He has been waiting for an opportunity to go out, gather information, and then make detailed plans.

Hua Song's emotions start from being uplifted at the beginning, then thinking rationally, and finally analyzing thoroughly, all the way from high to low.

But although the difficult and dangerous road ahead made him frown, it obviously didn't scare him. He would rather die outside than live in this dirty place.

The reason why he overused his mental power was that when he was in a low mood, there was a sudden movement in the void of Lingbao.

Lingbao, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally moved!

Hua Song's eyes lit up, and he immediately mobilized his weak consciousness and probed into the void.

In the void is still the same as before.In the center of the howling air flow, an inverted triangle meteorite is suspended out of thin air. Its body surface is somewhat uneven, as if it has been corroded by thousands of years of vicissitudes. A stone pillar reaching the sky stands quietly and traverses the center.

It seems that there is no change, but the original gray area in the void is brighter, but this change is not very obvious.

Hua Song's consciousness landed directly in the center of the meteorite.If he was caught in the frenzied current of seven emotions and six desires, he would definitely end up in a situation where his consciousness was wiped out and his sanity collapsed.

He was spared only because he was the owner of Lingbao.

The spirit body of the black-robed little weapon was built between the stone pillars, with legs crossed, and chubby fingers pinched into special fingerings. The crescent moon on the forehead shone with a hazy light, covering a seemingly transparent face, so beautiful and lovely to the extreme.

Hua Song looked around and keenly felt a trace of vitality from the void. Before he could be happy, the little Qiling in black robe suddenly opened his eyes.

The lingering immortal energy suddenly dissipated, and the black-robed spirit raised his eyebrows irritably, clenched his small hands into fists and punched the stone pillar resentfully.

Hua Song frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

Qi Ling is not happy, the entire void is trembling slightly, and the emotions isolated on the periphery are faintly showing signs of getting out of control.

Hua Song's tone became more serious, "Xiao Yi, calm down!"

Qi Ling broke away from the stone pillar and appeared in front of Hua Song. Its whole face was very irritable, and there were tears of grievance in its eyes. It said anxiously: "It's useless, it's still useless, the spirit stone is useless to me..."

Hua Song's pupils trembled, he was silent for a moment, and then calmly said: "