[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

Wan Jing vaguely sensed Brother Lin's movement in front of him, and felt that this movement was somewhat familiar.

One of the skills of teasing girls, princess hug.

So he used this last sentence to reject him righteously.

Then, he passed out uneasy.

In order to prevent the comprehension world from not understanding what a princess hug is, he specially changed it to a horizontal hug.

Facts have proved that he was right to be worried.

As soon as his words came out, Qian Lin raised her eyebrows, and hugged Wan Jing happily.

Standard princess hug.

Holding him in his arms, he weighed them with some dissatisfaction, and felt a little lighter. From today on, he would find more delicious food every day, and it would be nice to feed them a little fatter. It's so thin.

Wanhua's school uniforms are generally made of a lot of fabric. Qian Lin wanted to reach out to touch it, but it seemed that she had to go back and start, so she simply said goodbye to the Baili family, turned around and was about to leave.

Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, three streams of air entered the bodies of the three people in the room.

"If you keep your mouth shut and don't talk nonsense, nothing will happen," Qian Lin was laughing, but her voice was very cold, "I will report the situation after the treatment in a few days."

The huge pressure that demonstrated the suppression of absolute strength enveloped the three of them.

After finishing speaking, Qian Lin relaxed her movements and walked back with Wan Jing in her arms.

He didn't have a sword, and he didn't take out the flying magic weapon. It's not a day or two for Xiaohua to get dizzy with the flying magic weapon. Thinking that even if he became a human, he would still have a green face sitting in the magic weapon. It was funny for a while.

He walked back step by step, the dark clouds dissipated at some point, the moon shone on the earth, and the moonlight poured down like water.

Looking at the white face of the boy in his arms, which was as smooth as a high-quality jade under the moonlight, and the ink-like black hair, he lowered his head, leaned into the neck of the boy, rubbed it, and felt the tenderness of the skin. The post is beautiful.

In addition to blood, the touch between people is also warm.

After returning to the inn, it was already daylight. Qianlin carried Wanjing up the stairs, entered the room, and carefully put Wanjing on the bed. Seeing that the boy was dressed neatly, she felt that sleeping like this would be uncomfortable, so she went to bed again. With his hands, he took off the boy's purple-black gown, and his shoes and socks, leaving only his snow-white undershirt.

Qian Lin sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes were unexpectedly gentle.

He stroked Wanjing's cheek, and then slowly slid it to his neck, feeling the warmth and beating from his palm.

"It's such a fragile little thing," he said.

He thought of the little flower he saw for the first time that had convulsions from time to time, the little flower that hid its true face, was successfully raised after he bought it, and was often taken out for a walk by him, and jumped into the ghost town with him. The gate of death rolled down with a gurgling gurgling, emitting a faint light in the darkness.

"I thought I would be smarter after becoming a human, but I'm still so stupid."

Qian Lin leaned down and placed a light kiss on Wan Jing's forehead.

"We still have to bring you back sooner."

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Wanjing fell asleep for a whole day.

He doesn't usually fight much, and he has never run out of spiritual power, and he doesn't know that this exhausted spiritual power is like a hangover, and he still has a bit of a headache after recuperating for a day.

He covered his forehead with one hand, and gently pressed his temple with the other, trying to relieve the aftereffect of exhaustion of spiritual energy.

It was the morning of the second day, and the room was very bright. Wan Jing noticed that he was only wearing a white undershirt, and looked around. Wanhua's school uniform was folded and placed on a chair beside him.

The shoes and socks were also taken off, neatly placed aside.

Well, the problem is coming.

Who took it off for him.

Option one, his potential burst out in a coma, he couldn't bear to put on clothes and sleep, he was self-reliant and bravely got up and took them off.

Option two, the person who carried him back took it off.

Option two beats option one.

Wanjing felt his head hurt even more.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Qian Lin walked in with a cup, saw Wan Jingsheng holding his head in love, and approached and asked.

Wan Jing silently raised his head and looked at him.

"You exhausted your spiritual power the night before yesterday, I brought you back, and you have slept for more than a day," Qian Lin sat by the bed, "The Baili family came over to thank you in person yesterday, saying that it is recovery. It's doing very well, and it won't be long before I can walk on the ground."

Wan Jing listened in a daze, and nodded.

"After lying down for so long, drink some water first, and then go down and use something light."

Wan Jing took the cup in a daze, and took a sip in a daze.

The water flowed through the somewhat thirsty throat, and the uncomfortable feeling at first gradually disappeared.There is a hot current from the dantian upwards, flowing through the limbs and bones, and there is a warm feeling all over the body.

"This is?"

"It's a kind of psychic liquid, and it's very effective in restoring spiritual power."

Wan Jing looked at the light green transparent liquid in the cup, recalled the sweetness and mellow taste he felt when he took the entrance just now, and silently gave Brother Lin a deep and calm expression. Label.

"You said that the people from Baili's family have already been here, so did they say whether there are any sequelae of this treatment?"

This matter is what Wanjing is most concerned about at the moment. Although it was cured at the time, Qian Lin said that the evil energy entering the soul is so serious that there is no guarantee that there will be no follow-up symptoms.

"At least not for now." Seeing that he didn't want to drink anymore, Qian Lin took the cup and put it aside, "Bailiqi said that Bailicheng was lying in the ice coffin, and now he is no different from ordinary people. It's just that after lying here for so long, my body is a little stiff, and it will take a while to recover."

"That's good, but I'd like to have another check in a month." There are many symptoms that don't appear immediately, so it's better to check again after a while just in case.

"Of course you can," Qian Lin looked at Wan Jing's flushed face after sleeping for a long time, and wanted to pinch it with itchy hands, "you should take more rest these few days, and don't think too much."

"Well, thank you, Brother Lin." Wan Jing said seriously.

"We are Taoist couples, what is this matter?" Qian Lin smiled softly.

If you get into the drama too deeply, it is a disease that can be cured.

Looking at the bright smiling face of the man in front of him, Wan Jing silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood.

#Help, I’m too deep into the drama with my little friend who pretends to be a Taoist couple to enter the city, and I can’t get out every day. I say that I am a Taoist couple. I don’t care how to break it. The host always feels that bad things will happen if I continue!Waiting online, very urgent! #＝＝＝＝＝I am the dividing line of Wanjing after a few days of obedient rest.＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝

This time, Wanjing rested quietly for three whole days.

He feels that his physical fitness is still good, even if his spiritual power is exhausted, he must know that even if he has lost most of his blood in the game, it is just a matter of meditating, so after waking up, he reluctantly lay down for a while, thinking about going After walking around the training ground in the east of the city, Qian Rin pushed him back to the bed and made him unable to get out of bed for three days without rest.

Wan Jing felt bitter.

However, this person still delivered food and drink to the house without interruption every day, and his attitude was so gentle that he felt that it was a sin to refuse, so he had to silently swallow another mouthful of old blood, and obediently rested and ate. thing.

After three days, Wan Jing touched the flesh around his waist and felt that it was much softer.

No, it's time to rise up!

His abs, his mermaid lines!

Although he didn't practice it before, he believes that the shell given by the system is perfect, and he can definitely practice it!

Wan Jing, who had finished recharging his batteries, stood on the training ground, moved his hands and feet, and looked at the dazzling array of training props in front of him with a serious face.

Well, he won't use any of them.

This kind of feeling that he only recognized a treadmill when he entered the gym for the first time in the past really made people miss the old days.

Forgive him because he doesn't understand the world of comprehension.

He still ran a few laps honestly to exercise his cardiopulmonary function. Even as a long-distance player, he still needed to have the calmness and physical fitness of the beggars' gang in close quarters without chaos.

Well, to put it simply, it means being able to run away when you can't beat it.

Qian Rin also followed Wan Jing, and saw that the latter gave a bewildered silence towards the training ground, then turned around and ran in circles, and walked forward, thinking that maybe he could have a personal counseling.

Qian Lin was born in combat, and Wan Jing lacked the most experience and combat awareness, which he was best at.

"Do you want to practice your melee combat ability?"

Wan Jing paused for a moment while he was running, and turned his head to look.

why is it you again.

"If I'm not wrong, you should be better at long-distance attack," Qian Lin smiled. "If you want to train all aspects of your body and improve your melee combat ability, maybe I can help you a little."

He took off the knife at his waist, looked at Wanjing, and said: "When I first entered the way of cultivation, I didn't have so many spells to practice, but the conditions were not very good at that time, so I fumbled and added some later. Opportunity, I still have some insights into this close combat and physical training."

"By the way, I've always been curious and wanted to ask you something. If it's inconvenient to answer, just pretend that I haven't asked." Seeing Wanjing's expression loosen, Qian Lin took the opportunity to ask again, "How many times have you asked?" The sky looked at your cultivation method, and it feels like you have found a different way, but it is different from the cultivation method of ordinary practitioners, and I don't know how to get into the Tao, so it has such a special effect."

Xiaosheng entered the Tao through the ... system.

Wan Jing silently complained in his heart.

Naturally, he couldn't say this, so he just prevaricated it with words related to the secrets of the clan. Qian Lin only expressed regret and admiration for this special skill, and then the topic was covered by him again. brought to a strange place.

"When we met for the first time, you said that the reason for coming here was to take refuge. I wonder what happened on the eastern continent?" Qian Lin asked as if he had accidentally remembered something.

"Nothing happened in the Eastern Continent. In fact, most of the incidents were aimed at me alone." Wan Jing was also very helpless. I left, and within a few days of leaving, I ran into that person again, and he seemed to recognize my identity, so I used some means to escape and came to this western continent."

"Since you lived with that person at the beginning, why did you leave later?" Qian Lin guided the topic without leaving a trace, "Could it be that he did something to hurt you?"

"In terms of injury, there is no physical injury at present, but I have an inexplicable premonition that it will happen sooner or later when I live with him again!" Speaking of this, Wanjing's heart is full of resentment, " Leaving aside the physical damage, the most important thing is the psychological damage, which is simply horrific and outrageous."

"It's nothing, I like to look at you with a smile, maybe I will draw my sword ruthlessly in the next second to let you know how red the flower is, and use all kinds of dark stories to pollute your world outlook, outlook on life, and values ​​every day at fixed times. Let your mind wander and doze off, it’s fine if you like to intimidate people, or you like to tease people, it’s fine if you like to tease people, and after teasing, you still have a rippling smile on your face, which makes people feel that the whole room is full of gloomy winds..."

"Not only that, but the most important thing is—" Wan Jing was halfway through the sentence, and accidentally saw the expression of the person in front of him, and was instantly stuck.

"What's the most important thing, huh?"

"Cough, no, brother Lin, why is your expression so strange?"

It was more than strange, it was a bit of gnashing of teeth in a bright smile.