Me, plant, fire root? ? ?

Covering his face with a hot towel, the heat was steaming, the water in the bathroom was splashing, and Ye Zesheng was taking a shower.

The Pope is dead and the Holy City is broken.

The development of this matter is full of surprises. Before Ye Zesheng was born, he never thought that Princess Sophia was a man, and they didn't expect the Pope to have such intentions, and the Pope didn't expect that the three A-levels and one B-level were really good. can strangle him.

Anyway, it's gotten to this point.

The pope's ceremony spread many things that happened in the church, even if the ceremony was destroyed afterwards, everything was interrupted, and the whole holy city began to change, and the satellites in the sky could still see it.

As soon as they finished, members of various organizations who had been blocked outside came in and rushed to the church to find their mission.

Song Ji originally wanted to catch up with Ye Zesheng and the others, but the knights from the Sunset Kingdom came to find Princess Sophia again. Seeing Sol's face that had taken off his make-up after the battle but was indeed a man, and the wedding dress, he was so excited Just passed out.

Of the four of them, none of them could see past. It's just that Sol has played the role of a princess for so many years.

He was afraid that Song Ji would leave immediately, as if grasping at the last straw, "Christ, the Holy See should still be intact, let us wash up first? Other things... we will talk about it later?"

Song Ji nodded, so Ye Zesheng's behavior in the bathroom was followed.

He washed off the stains on his body, and even changed back to his body on purpose. The huge plant instantly filled the space, and the bud quietly opened a hole.

Since entering B-level three years ago, the number of leaves on his body is almost a dozen. After that, every time he breaks through, he removes impurities and his body evolves. The spiritual energy in the emerald green branches and leaves becomes more and more intense, making his body appear crystal clear and bright.

In these three years, he also successfully broke through to A-level, but S-level is still a hurdle.

He has absorbed a lot of spiritual power, and he has truly retreated as a plant in the Land of the Fallen Spirit, hunting and surviving as a plant, but he has never been able to find that breakthrough.

Ye Zesheng raised one hand, and the leaf, which was as big as a bathtub, was raised high, and rolled up freely according to his thoughts.

Fighting against the Pope today can be described as a battle of life and death, and he has some new insights.

One of the most obvious differences between them is range.

Gregory XVII was S-rank, and what impressed Ye Zesheng the most was that he could control the whole church, the holy city, and even several scenes of all the believers in the holy city.

Gregory's abilities are puppets, ranging from mind control to body control.Although Ye Zesheng does not have such abilities, as a plant, he can also separate many unconscious branches from the main body. When he is not controlling it, he is a very high-quality jade calendula, and he can transfer consciousness when he controls it.

From this point of view, he can learn some of the Pope's combat methods.

Ye Zesheng turned off the water and tried it.

Most of the branches he scattered were in Xia Yan's hands, except for the ones used in the battle that were taken back by him after the war.

As soon as Ye Zesheng moved away, his vision became hazy, and a few drops of water fell from the leaves, and hit the tiles on the floor with a bang.He waved his hand and looked forward.

Failed?

The hazy water vapor in front of his eyes dissipated, and a fit body suddenly appeared.With broad shoulders and long legs, his muscles are well defined, and the water from the shower slides down his muscle texture, gradually sinking into his waistline.

Ye Zesheng was probably laid flat on the shelf next to him at the moment. When he moved, the sword body formed by the branch plant also moved, and the blade collided with the shelf below, making two clicks, which were very obvious in the bathroom.

He actually moved into Xia Yan's sword!

It was Ye Zesheng's suggestion to let Xia Yan use the plants he gave him, but Xia Yan's consciousness would not be deliberately shifted when he used the sword on weekdays. Guo Xiayan, this is his branch.

Now that he really came here, he realized how terrible it was.

Xia Yan was still taking a bath, but he was conscious and his five senses were keen, and the steaming heat seemed to fall on him...

"Can't wait to change back to the original shape?" Xia Yan heard the sound just now, and stretched out her hand to hold the long sword.

Ye Zesheng did not dare to move, pretending that he was still a sword without any consciousness, and subconsciously grew a leaf to block his eyes. When Xia Yan approached, he moved down a little bit, and looked at it quietly.

His man, look at what's wrong!

These three years have been extremely busy, every day is either practicing or doing tasks everywhere, Xia Yan insists that he is still young, they have not had such a thing, at most they help each other with their hands occasionally.

"I'm really as impatient as your master, but wait a moment, it's rare to fight the S-rank pope today, I need to review it."

Ye Zesheng's body tensed up instantly: ... pills.

From the touch, the hands seemed to pinch his ankles.You always have to inject your own spiritual power into the battle, but this time it's just a replay, not a real battle, so Xia Yan only injected a little bit.

That bit of spiritual energy from Xia Yan immediately invaded Ye Zesheng's meridian, went up the leg, swept across the calf and thigh, and then poured into the dantian, rushed to the heart, and disappeared into the mind...

If Ye Ze can't survive, this branch will be in an ordinary state, but his consciousness has come, and he has the habit of cultivating and absorbing spiritual energy anytime and anywhere. There is spiritual energy circulating in the meridians, and Xia Yan imports it again...

The foreign body sensation suddenly became stronger.

Although Ye Zesheng is a plant, he is a fire spirit root.

When the fire spirit power circulating in his body met Xia Yan's wood spirit power, his first reaction was to punch and kick this guy who came to grab the territory out.But Ye Zesheng's rationality clearly told him that Xia Yan should not find out, so he had to suppress all his spiritual power, allowing Xia Yan's spiritual power to roam back and forth in his body, filling every meridian.

In case the two strands of spiritual power collided head-on, Ye Zesheng had to dodge quickly to let Xia Yan's spiritual power pass through.When non-own spiritual power enters the dantian, Ye Zesheng is dormant even more.

too weird……

A strange sense of fullness emerged, and Ye Zesheng felt in a trance that his body was not his own, but was controlled by Xia Yan. As long as Xia Yan had a thought, he would make various actions accordingly.His body, his meridians, his dantian, and even the sea of ​​consciousness are all open to Xia Yan, and he has no secrets in front of Xia Yan.

...is this what it feels like to be a sword?Ye Zesheng's consciousness also became erratic.

Xia Yan looked at the blade of the sword that was bouncing suddenly in his hand, first frowned, then thought of something, rubbed the blade of the sword twice with his fingers, and a smile of interest hung on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't really reproduce the move, but just waved it lightly according to the better way he imagined.

The spiritual power faded, and it washed over Ye Zesheng's body in an instant, and an invisible fluctuation of spiritual power swayed in the air.

For Ye Zesheng, this feeling of instant emptiness and instant fullness was far more exciting than when he helped each other. His consciousness was strongly shaken, and the leaves that made up the blade of the sword instantly dispersed, and the strong fragrance of flowers permeated the air.

Water stains dripped out from the sword body. It must have been in the bathroom for half a day, and the water vapor had condensed into water droplets.

Long Jian no longer reacted to Xia Yan's actions.

Xia Yan wiped it carefully with a towel, chuckled twice, and murmured, "You run so fast."

I specially came to see him at this time, but I just couldn't stand being teased.

Ye Zesheng took a shower again.

He even secretly went to the Holy See treasury to find some holy water, and wiped himself all over to make sure that the scent of flowers wasn't sticking to his body so he couldn't smell it.

Even so, when he came out of the bathroom, he didn't dare to look at the next room, his spiritual power fluctuated twice in the air, he picked a place with a familiar atmosphere and landed.

With both feet on the ground, Ye Zesheng looked up and saw Song Ji.

There is a large pool inside this room, and the water in the pool seems to imply a lot of energy. Song Ji is standing by the pool, looking down quietly in a trance.

"Song Ji."

Ye Zesheng walked over slowly and put his hand on Song Ji's shoulder, "Long time no see."

Song Ji came back to his senses, and couldn't help but smile on his indifferent face, "Long time no see."

What should have been said after recovering memory, now I finally have time to say it.

There are many things that both of them can understand without elaborating.As soon as Song Ji recovered his memory, he knew that Ye Zesheng had been collecting information about himself and was looking for him.Now that Danxin's people have come to help him, it also shows that his actions back then were seen in the eyes.

There are many people who care about him.

"Song Xuan, and my parents... are you okay?"

"Very good. Your cousin Song Xuan is amazing, and everyone in Hualing admires her!" Ye Zesheng sat down by the pool, patted the side, and signaled Song Ji to sit down too.

While he was talking, Song Ji listened with satisfaction.Song Xuan practiced early, had good talent, and worked hard enough. Now she has formed a team of female sword cultivators, and her life is flourishing.The elders of the Song family cooperated with the practice community and had a good time.

"What about you?" Ye Zesheng asked suddenly.

Song Ji was silent.

His experience may seem bright to outsiders, but to himself, he has no memory at all, and the character and concepts formed in the past 20 years have all been tampered with. He is obviously unfamiliar with everything but has to work hard. Recognition seems to have a foothold, and injuries must be continuously used to create miracles...

"It's not bad, it's not bad." Song Ji heard himself say so calmly.

Three or four years ago, he was injured, and he wanted to let everyone know and let everyone feel wronged for him. He always felt that he was not understood, and there was only hatred in his heart.

But now, he suddenly understood that feeling.

I don't want to worry my relatives and friends who care about me.

He didn't want to talk about it, and Ye Zesheng wouldn't insist on asking the bottom line.When people grow up and mature, many times they can hold more things in their hearts.

"Sister Xue Dan sent me here to tell you, don't worry. If you want to go back, we will definitely take you back."

"All in all, it doesn't matter if you want to stay here or go back, it doesn't matter. You can also marry that Saul."

Song Ji heard Ye Zesheng mention Saul, and asked uncomfortably, "What do you think of him...?"

"...It's very easy to let go." Ye Zesheng said euphemistically, "Living with a person like him should be very happy, don't worry about those rules and regulations."

Song Ji smiled, "Are you and Xia Yan...?"

Ye Zesheng scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Did you see it?"

Song Ji nodded, "During the battle before and when it was over, you were lying in his arms."

"Cough! What does it mean to lie in his arms? I'm above!" Ye Zesheng muttered, trying to defend his position.

Anyway, they didn't have that much, so he must be on top by then!

Song Ji looked suspiciously.

Ye Zesheng was a little sad and indignant, isn't he just a little bit shorter than Xia Yan!

"I got this in the world of practice. I'll give you a copy. You can try it when you go back." He mysteriously took out a book of exercises, copied a copy with spells, and handed it to Song Ji.

Doesn't this always prove his experience?

Song Ji glanced at it with a delicate expression, but he accepted it, "Okay."

After Ye Zesheng left, he casually flipped through two pages, and couldn't restrain the smile on his face.

Does Ye Zesheng know that all his notes are written by the receiver?Although the pose is right up there...