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Not only was the little fox demon not afraid of Qinglan's cold air, but he rubbed his little head against Qinglan's chest with great enjoyment, and pressed it tightly, his fox eyes immediately narrowed comfortably.

Song Heng was a little surprised, but Yan Cang was about to breathe fire.

Nanhua Xingjun slapped his forehead for some unknown reason: "Ah, that's how it is."

"What's the matter with this little fox?" Song Heng asked.

Qing Lan said: "It has the Burning Sky Bead in its body."

"Fen Tianzhu, what is that?" Yan Cang didn't care whether he was ashamed or not, anyway, he was reincarnated and lost his memory, so whoever likes to make jokes can make a joke, he just couldn't understand the little fox demon and wanted to roast it.

Qinglan glanced at him, and said: "Fen Tianzhu is a natural treasure of fire attribute. It grows in Lieyan Peak, and its shape is round like a bead, so it is called Burning Tianzhu. are quite beneficial.”

Yan Cang let out a long "Oh", no wonder this little fox monster is domineering over Qing Lan, it turns out that he is just as greedy for the coolness on Qing Lan's body as himself.

But everyone didn't expect that this little fox demon doesn't look big, not only is he practicing fire attribute skills, but also dares to swallow the Burning Dzi Bead, so he is not afraid of being burned.

"Little fox is not cultivated enough to refine the Fen Tianzhu by himself." Song Heng said, looking at Yan Cang.

Yan Cang is of the fire attribute, and Fen Tianzhu can only be refined with the help of people with the fire attribute. However, he is still just getting started: "You see, I am useless, my cultivation is not as good as his."

Song Heng was about to smile: "Oh, I forgot that you are not Dragon Lord yet."

"In that case, I'll take him with me for the time being." Qing Lan said indifferently.

Nanhua Xingjun thanked him and ran away in a hurry. The remaining four big men stared at the little fox demon sleeping soundly in Qinglan's arms.

Yan Cang stretched out his hand, grabbed the little fox's hair, and threw it away. The sleepy little fox turned over in the air and fell straight into Xin Mo's arms. Xin Mo reflexively held it with both hands.

Perhaps it was because his body was too weak, or because Xin Mo's chest was too hard, the little fox stumbled, and when he raised his head, he met Shang Yancang's malicious eyes. Xin Mo didn't dare to move his arms.

Qing Lan shook her head: "You frightened him."

"It's just a little fox demon, if you dare to pester you again, don't blame me for being weak recently." He said and grabbed Qinglan's hand: "Hurry up and practice with me, and don't let you worry about others."

This man was used to being domineering, and Qing Lan had no choice but to take out a jade bottle from his bosom, pour out a pill, and feed it to the little fox demon.

Early the next morning, Yan Cang went to Qinglan's room, but saw a handsome young man in white was helping Qinglan grind ink.That boy looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender figure, as tender as a flower bone burned by Yan Cang.A pair of watery eyes rested on Qing Lan's face without blinking, and she smiled sweetly.

"Ahem!" Yan Cang strode in, dressed in red, but dressed in air-conditioning, and his narrow eyes were charming, he asked with a smile: "Qinglan, who is this, why do we have all cats and dogs here. "This guy doesn't have the slightest awareness that this is Qinglan's territory, and he is one of the cats and dogs himself.

When the boy saw him coming in, he had already hid behind Qinglan, lowered his head, terrified.

Qing Lan said without raising her head: "This is Yaoyue, the little fox sent by Nanhua."

"Oh..." A long oh successfully made Yaoyue's body tremble.

The fire-attributed exercises he cultivated, but with a temperament like water?Yan Cang narrowed his eyes.

Although Yan Cang has not awakened yet, his dragon soul is still there, and animals are always sensitive to species that are stronger than him. Yaoyue, the poor little fox demon, let alone staring at Yan Cang, just hears him talking, and hates him on both knees. Can't kneel down and say goodbye.

Qing Lan finally stopped writing, and she didn't know who to talk to: "Give this prescription to Brother Song Heng, and ask him to go back to the Heavenly Court to get some medicinal materials."

As soon as the words were finished, Xin Mo's tall figure suddenly appeared, took the elixir recipe respectfully and left, Yaoyue was very grateful: "Thank you, Zhenjun, for taking care of me." The voice was as sweet as a clear spring.

It turned out that it was because of this little fox demon again.

Qinglan is a fairy, and the fairy aura is attractive to Yaoyue, and the cold air on his body makes Yaoyue involuntarily want to get close, so he will be wherever Qinglan is these few days.

With Yan Cang staring at him, he didn't dare to lie in Qing Lan's arms, so he could only follow him every step of the way.

Yan Cang also followed, and the two of them were like Qing Lan's two tails. Yaoyue was so afraid that she would die. When Yan Cang's cold eyes stared at him, he wished he could faint, but he still followed Qing Lan as if death was at home. He knew in his heart that as long as Qing Lan was around, Yan Cang would not dare to really roast him other than staring at him.

After taking the elixir given by Qinglan, Fen Tianzhu's power was temporarily suppressed, so he had the strength to transform into a human form.But it didn't last long, Yaoyue turned into a white fox again, it took too much effort to transform into a human form.When Qing Lan fell into samadhi, she put a futon beside her, and Yaoyue lay on her body. The air around Qing Lan was cool, which was very comfortable for him.

In order to get Yaoyue to leave as soon as possible, Yan Cang began to practice hard.

Song Heng took the medicinal materials and came back soon, and helped Qinglan make alchemy together. From this, Yan Cang deduced that Song Heng just disliked him, and he disliked everyone who approached Qinglan, including Xin ink.

Since the big black wolf recognized his master, he didn't miss the old feelings at all, which made Yan Cang very sad, wondering if there was something wrong with his life, why everyone had an opinion on him.

But when he saw Qing Lan's face in a blink of an eye, all his troubles were immediately thrown out of the blue.

Soon, three months passed.Yan Cang's cultivation speed is outrageously fast for monsters like Xin Mo and Yaoyue who have spent hundreds of thousands of years to cultivate to a certain level little by little.

But his cultivation is different from Xin Mo and the others.Xin Mo and Yaoyue cultivated the human form from the demon body, while Yan Cang did it the other way around.His dragon body has been destroyed. At that time, Zen Ancient God used a secret method to send his soul to the emperor's house in the mortal world for reincarnation, so as to keep his soul alive and restore the primordial spirit. The purpose of his cultivation now is to wait for awakening, and finally Return the soul and body.

Awakening is hard to say, according to Qing Lan, just follow the fate.

On this day, Yan Cang brought Yaoyue over, and under Qinglan's guidance, helped Yaoyue refine the Fen Tianzhu.

This guy is also trying to show off his skills, his skill is not stable at all, and he is eager for success, he wants to get rid of the little fox as soon as possible, but the little fox is cured, he spurts a mouthful of old blood himself, and faints in Qinglan's arms.

On the bed, Yan Cang's face was pale, and the seal of Gu Yuan on his forehead flickered.

Yan Cang's consciousness was submerged in boundless pain, something was pushed into his mind, the feeling of his soul being split and squeezed was very uncomfortable, but he knew that this thing was good for him.

But he can't take it, this thing belongs to Qinglan, if Qinglan doesn't have it, the consequences will be very serious.He didn't want it, but he couldn't speak, he was forced to accept it, and the powerlessness, the frustration, the deadly remorse drove him almost mad.

He wanted to see if that person was Qinglan, but he couldn't open his eyes. The whole world seemed to be in chaos, only boundless and suffocating pain and despair spread from his heart and swept his whole body.

Qinglan, Qinglan, Qinglan...

Waking up, Yan Cang's eyes were red, and his heart was as empty as a thatch-covered wilderness. After the strong wind passed, his eyes were full of depression.

"Wake up." Qing Lan poked out his consciousness and checked carefully, knowing that he was fine, so he was relieved.

Yan Cang suddenly grabbed his hand and looked at him closely: "Qinglan, did you give me anything?"

Qinglan was slightly taken aback, and then returned to normal: "Longjun Yumushi Mountain has been with you for thousands of years. You have given Qinglan countless things, but Qinglan has never given you anything."

Yan Cang hugged him, and Qing Lan's voice was so low that Qing Lan had never seen before: "Qing Lan, I'm very sad, but I don't know what and why I'm sad."

Qing Lan patted him on the back, clumsily comforting him.

Yan Cang, who was originally depressed, realized that Qing Lan didn't push him away, and the cold rosin unscrupulously drilled into his nose. His face was delicate and smooth, cold and without warmth.

Yan Cang shamelessly pushed forward, his arms quietly tightened, their chests were pressed together, his hand slid down Qing Lan's back, and finally stopped on the other's waist, and he retracted it suddenly, so thin, separated The thin fabric can even feel the slender and straight buttocks in Qinglan's waist.

Qing Lan was so full of thoughts that she didn't notice Yan Cang's dirty tricks at all.It can also be said that he has long been used to Yan Cang, and he is not on guard against him.

Yan Cang is no longer depressed at this moment, no, not only is this guy not depressed, but his blood is already boiling.

He put his arms around Qinglan's waist, and suddenly, evil came from his guts, and he kissed Qinglan's lips with lightning speed.

Those lips were as soft as imagined, as cold as imagined, as tempting as imagined...