Ancient Evil Jiao

Back to Lianhua Lake, the white lotus in the lake is withered and ruined, and the wooden house in the middle of the lake is dead silent.

Zhuo Zimo was taken aback for a moment, and he raised his foot and wanted to step out of the woods and walk towards the wooden house.

Xiaowu on the shoulder exclaimed in surprise: "Don't go, there is a fairy smell there, not only your master's fairy smell, but also other fairy smells."

Zhuo Zimo was taken aback for a moment, but he walked out resolutely, and Xiao Wu let out a sad cry.

As soon as he stepped on the deck of the wooden house, Zhuo Zimo felt a burst of coercion, unlike Long Yan's oppression with slight reproach, the oppression that is being imposed on him now is the coercion that wants to take his life.

Zhuo Zimo's eyes froze, his whole body exuded air pressure, trying to resist the oppression that wanted to kill him.

However, the disparity in power made him want to but powerless.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, dripping on the deck and seeping into the wooden boards, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, and the pressure was already threatening his body.

Zhuo Zimo broke out in a cold sweat, and knelt down in front of the wooden house.

"Enough, absolutely." The warm air of incense slowly passed through Zhuo Zimo's wounded body, soothing his aching chest, and the majestic voice was mixed with coldness, saying warning words , This person is Long Yan, his master.

Zhuo Zimo stood up, raised his head, and stepped into the wooden house.

In the room, besides Long Yan, there was another person, a handsome man with long hair in Tsing Yi, who looked at Zhuo Zimo with hostility.

Zhuo Zimo sized him up and looked at Long Yan. Long Yan was wearing a gold embroidered robe and sat cross-legged on the bed calmly, with his usual indifferent expression, as if nothing had happened.

Zhuo Zimo walked over, squatted in front of Long Yan, and called softly: "Master..."

"En." The man responded softly, and raised his hand to stroke Zhuo Zimo's hair.

"This scene of tenderness is disgusting!" said the man in Tsing Yi standing beside him.

Hearing this, Zhuo Zimo turned around and gave him a hard look.

"This look... huh...God knows, how much I want to gouge out your eyeballs." The man in Tsing Yi said, and walked up to Zhuo Zimo.

Zhuo Zimo pursed his lips and raised his eyes to stare at him. Seeing this, Long Yan embraced Zhuo Zimo in his arms without a trace, buried Zhuo Zimo's entire face including his eyes in his arms and said to Feiran: "He Now he is my apprentice, no."

"You shouldn't take this burden." Feiran looked at Longyan and said.

Long Yan shook his head lightly and said, "I don't think it's a burden."

Feiran was taken aback, and said with a gloomy expression, "Maybe you've just been lonely for too long."

Hearing this, Long Yan looked at it and said calmly: "Do you think I will understand what loneliness is?"

Very ugly face.

Long Yan said: "They are all gone, you should go too."

Feiran frowned upon hearing this, cast a bitter glance at Zhuo Zimo in Long Yan's arms, and left the wooden house with his sleeves shaken.

Zhuo Zimo raised his head from Long Yan's embrace, and murmured: "Master..."

Long Yan rubbed Zhuo Zimo's hair as a response.

Zhuo Zimo opened his mouth, wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, finally he closed his eyes and rubbed Long Yan's hand.

Long Yan asked: "How did you come back?"

Zhuo Zimo replied: "Speed ​​back."

Long Yan frowned: "Can you move quickly?"

Zhuo Zimo nodded: "After drinking the decoction you gave me that day, Master, I felt that I knew many spells. It came out naturally when I used it. What is that thing? It will enhance my mana in this way."

Long Yan withdrew his hand and pursed his lips, but did not reply.

Zhuo Zimo looked at Long Yan suspiciously.

Long Yan gently closed his eyes: "Zimo, I'm a little tired, please help me to lie down."

Hearing this, Zhuo Zimo stood up and supported Long Yan. Long Yan instantly fell on Zhuo Zimo's body.

Zhuo Zimo looked at the pool of blood that flowed out, and his face turned pale. Long Yan said softly, "Don't be nervous, it's all flesh wounds, and it will heal after a few days of rest. You control your emotions well, and don't think about revenge."

"Master...they...they...what did they do to you?" Zhuo Zimo didn't realize that his voice was trembling.

Long Yan raised his hands to straighten Zhuo Zimo's hair hanging on his chest and comforted him: "I'm fine, don't worry me during the few days I'm resting, don't cause trouble again."

Zhuo Zimo nodded heavily, Long Yan looked at it, and frowned slightly: "Then I can feel a little more at ease."

As he said that, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhuo Zimo was taken aback, then lowered his head silently, feeling uncomfortable as if his heart was blocked by a boulder, he gritted his teeth resentfully, placed Long Yan carefully on the bed, and used spells to change his blood-stained clothes and sheets.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his heart. This fire stuck in his heart made him want to destroy everything. Zhuo Zimo took a deep breath to control himself. Every time there was such a fire in his heart hitting his brain, he wanted to shout to the sky To relieve this depressed mood, but every roar has brought casualties.

He didn't want to, but he couldn't control himself...

Being unable to control himself, he didn't think it was a big mistake... However, this mistake was so big for Long Yan, the consequences he didn't realize Long Yan silently endured for him...

Zhuo Zimo stared at Long Yan's sleeping face, and asked softly, "Why?"

Why should you be so nice to him?

However, the man's breathing was calm, his eyes were closed tightly, and he had already entered a deep sleep...

Zhuo Zimo walked out of the wooden house silently. Outside the wooden house, Xiaowu looked at Zhuo Zimo anxiously, and asked, "How is your master?"

Zhuo Zimo said with a gloomy face when he heard the words: "I was injured by those immortals, and there was a puddle of blood. It will take at least three days of deep sleep to recover."

"Three days?" Xiao Wu exclaimed, "Only three days?!"

Zhuo Zimo looked at it with displeasure and said, "You think it's too little?"

Unaware of Zhuo Zimo's implication, Xiao Wu replied: "Of course! Your master bears your charges and wants to continue the lives of those twenty people. They have to lose at least a thousand years of practice in shaping the body, and they have to save the dead little boy and cure the little girl's illness. These are another loss to his true essence, and he still has to protect you , to prevent those immortals from troubling you, there must have been a big battle on the surface of the lake, so after all the calculations, your master only needs to heal his wounds for three days and it is considered good! I thought he was at least half dead."

Zhuo Zimo lowered his head even more silently.

Xiao Wu pursed her lips and said, "I don't know what blessings you, a lazy dragon, have cultivated in your previous life to cultivate such a master."

Zhuo Zimo closed his eyes and remained silent.

Xiao Wu looked at the silent Zhuo Zimo and said, "What? Are you feeling guilty now?"

Zhuo Zimo's heart shivered, but he said resolutely and forcefully: "In Zhuo Zimo's mind, there is no such thing as guilt and regret."

Xiao Wu rolled his eyes in disdain, Zhuo Zimo changed the subject and said, "I was thinking, will human medicine be useful to Master? Why don't we go to the woods to gather some medicine for Master to eat, and make the wooden house look like It looks like a dragon can live in it."

Xiao Wu pouted: "You used to sleep at the bottom of the lake, and I never saw you being so particular about it."

Zhuo Zimo got up and hugged Xiao Wu and said: "It used to be the past, but now it looks like a human being, and the quality of life of a human being is necessary. Okay, it's decided, let's add a small kitchen next to the wooden house and build a fire place." place, and get some furniture for entertaining..."

While talking, Zhuo Zimo carried Xiao Wu into the woods.

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