After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

Yin Xiangrong withdrew his hand like an electric shock, turned around, his back stiffened for a while.

She was afraid that she was too immersed in her emotions just now, but she didn't realize when there were more than herself and Lin Chushu in the bedroom.

"Master."

Behind him is Che Jingshu's calm and clear face.

She quietly watched Yin Xiangrong, she didn't speak too much, but it was enough to make the other party feel that her secret had nowhere to hide, and turned her face away in embarrassment:

"It's just a face-to-face consultation after suppressing the demons, don't think too much about it."

"You can't ask for it, you can't ask for it. Since many causes and effects in the world are already doomed, why should Master force it?"

Che Jingshu shook her head: "Just like trying to straighten a twisted mosquito coil, there can be no other results except breaking it."

"You traitor, you are quick with your tongue all day long."

It's not the first time Yin Xiangrong has been run over by her, so she naturally has a very good self-cultivation, "Have you taken care of the matters that were explained earlier?"

"The list of participants for the 98 sects outside the pavilion has been drawn up, and matters including accommodation, food, medicine and clothing have also been explained. As for the parallel plan of the three clans proposed by Immortal Xiwu, it will be discussed and decided at the Chaoyin Pavilion meeting."

"The daily supplies of each department have also been fully purchased. According to your order, I specially added an extra dose of soothing incense and conditioning medicine for Mo Xingsi. Are you satisfied with this?"

"Not bad." Yin Xiangrong nodded in satisfaction.

Although this apprentice has a bit of a poisonous tongue, his ability to handle affairs is surprisingly strong.

Since she became the first disciple 20 years ago, she has become a shopkeeper.

The days can be called carefree.

"Ah Chu's side should be fine. If there are no other arrangements, you can follow me back to Xuanji Division."

Unexpectedly, Che Jingshu shook her head: "I have to go to the Cangdian Pavilion first, I have an important business to discuss."

Yin Xiangrong raised his eyebrows slightly.

She knows something about Che Jingshu's so-called "business", and often sees her scribbling something in the study mysteriously, but she never shows it to herself.

"What kind of business is there that even Master can't know?" She pretended to be serious,

"If it harms the interests of Chaoyin Pavilion, don't blame me for not being able to protect you in the future."

"Nothing else, it's just random random writing."

Che Jingshu said far away: "Not to mention the love-hate entanglement, I think the master probably doesn't understand right now."

……

"This is the Cangdian Pavilion?"

Zhou Changming stood on tiptoe with great effort, but he couldn't see the end of the bookshelf at all.

The entire Zangdian Pavilion is a huge attic spiraling upwards. The towering bookcases go straight into the dome, and there are countless books on display.

"Oh, I forgot that you can't fly with an imperial weapon yet."

Qiu Shengmiao summoned a Sansao disciple and asked him to lead Zhou Changming to search for classics related to the heart demon.

He himself led Jiang Yuzhuo and sneaked quietly to the backyard of Zangshu Pavilion.

Not surprisingly, a slender figure was already waiting there.

"Mr. Jingan!!!"

Before the sound of Qiu Sheng came, the sound of people came first, and the excitement and anticipation on the face almost overflowed:

"The first volume of "Snow Sleep of Everlasting Sorrow" is so wonderful that people can't guess the direction of the plot. I don't know how you plan for the follow-up?"

I saw that the person waiting was none other than Che Jingshu.

Seeing that Qiu Shengmiao was extremely excited, she also raised the corner of her mouth:

"With readers like you who are constantly urging updates, how can I slack off? This is the second volume of "Eternal Regret". I haven't had time to print it yet, so I will give you a handwritten version first."

Mr. Jing'an..."Snow Sleep of Everlasting Sorrow"?

Jiang Yuzhuo at the side was a little flustered in the wind.

Qiu Shengmiao has been an ashes-level reader of story books for many years, and he has been familiar with his senior brother, so he has a certain understanding of this industry.

But if he remembers correctly, isn't Layman Jing'an... the well-known author of the Broken Sleeve Storybook?

Why did such authors come from a well-regulated and respectable family like Chaoyinge?

Why is it that Qiu Shengmiao, who seems so straight and incomprehensible, is actually a niche literature lover?

Countless question marks popped up in Jiang Yuzhuo's mind.

"By the way," Che Jingshu signed the words "Jing'an Layman" on the page,

"What is the origin of that spiritual servant of your master Xinna?"

She is not considered an outsider, Qiu Shengmiao thought about it, and explained Zhou Changming's identity in every detail.

The more Che Jingshu listened, the more unpredictable her expression became.

Although the creation of this book is purely based on my own imagination, art comes from life after all.

Those lingering plots, of course, have a basis in reality.

And as far as she knew, before Lin Chushu entered the cabinet, there was an unforgettable fellowship.

Maybe others can't see any clues, but in her eyes, there is a lot to do.

not to mention……

Zhou Changming's appearance always gave her a sense of deja vu.

It seems that it is time to verify the speculation in my heart and get new inspiration.

Che Jingshu stroked the pen holder in her sleeve, the smile on her mouth became more and more elusive.

……

"Young Master Zhou, the night is getting dark. You have read the classics all day, so you should rest earlier."

Zhou Changming didn't wake up like a dream until the disciple of San Sweep patted the rope under his body.

Using the cloud-climbing chain that can go up and down freely, he read all the books on the inner demons he could find in one day.

Reluctantly, those books are not only tedious, but also very few mention the solution method.

"It's hard work waiting for me so late, can I take this book home and continue reading?"

He raised the book in his hand.

"If it's Mr. Zhou, it's fine, you just need to remember to return it within three days."

The disciple recalled Qiu Shengmiao's instructions, "Master Xianzun told you that, except for the forbidden area in the back mountain, you can come and go in the Mo Xing Division as you like, and you can take any supplies as you like."

Zhou Changming was stunned for a moment.

Although it was true that he had made a spiritual contract with Lin Chushu, it was unimaginable that he would get a great deal of freedom and preferential treatment because of it.

Is this the joy of being covered by the protagonist?

He got down the stairs in a daze, walked slowly towards the bedroom with the book in his arms, a smile appeared on his face unknowingly.

Chaoyin Pavilion has a higher terrain, and it is cooler at night.

Zhou Changming walked aimlessly in the cool night wind, raised his head suddenly, and realized that he had come to the door of Lin Chushu's room.

There seemed to be no disciples on duty nearby.

Should I go in and have a look, or pretend nothing happened and just slip away?

Zhou Changming was a little worried.

The system's warning about losing the horse echoed in his ears repeatedly, and Lin Chushu had tried it several times intentionally or unintentionally. For safety reasons, he should not continue to appear in front of him.

If he is really discovered, what will be waiting for him?

Is it the cancellation of the account, or physical torture?

Just thinking about it makes people shudder.

Zhou Changming struggled for a while, but still held his breath and quietly pushed the door open a crack.

Just looking at Lin Chushu's situation, shouldn't he be noticed?

The light in the bedroom is dim, and the faint light of the luminous pearl is scattered by the lingering fragrance mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

The room was extremely quiet, except for the faint long breathing, there was no other sound.

Zhou Changming slipped in silently with his waist bent and his toes tiptoed.

He moved lightly and came to Lin Chushu's bed.

Seeing that his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was in a deep sleep, he relaxed his tense nerves and sat down gently on the edge of the bed.

Lin Chushu's high bun was loose, and her long hair was laid out like thick ink.

From the slightly disheveled skirts, a straight line of collarbone was exposed, which smudged the abstinence and coldness into a silent temptation.

A moment's gaze is enough to make Zhou Changming's cheeks burn.

He hugged his knees awkwardly, and subconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.

According to the classics, if the two parties who have concluded a spiritual contract want to settle their demons, they need to frequently interact with each other during the period of demons.

Regulate the disordered spiritual flow in the meridians, and then calm the turmoil in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Another way is to try to find out the specific incentives that cause the demons, and use physical stimulation to completely dissipate them.

It just so happens that Taoyuan has left a lot of props from the previous accounts. When the home system is activated, you can try your luck.

Zhou Changming pondered silently, wondering if the effect of Anshen Xiang was too strong, and his consciousness gradually became hazy.

There is a layer of veil in front of my eyes, so I can't see clearly.

He bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and after waking up for a few minutes, he reached out to hold Lin Chushu's palm, trying to inject spiritual power into his body.

At this moment, the threat of falling off the horse seemed to no longer exist.

As his spiritual power slowly flowed in, the man's original calm eyebrows gradually frowned, and suddenly his wrist turned and grabbed his arm.

Zhou Changming suffered from pain and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the steady output of spiritual power suddenly opened the gate.

A vortex appeared in Lin Chushu's body out of thin air, and he began to suck in his power ferociously.

"Hmm..." The gap in strength was too great, he couldn't resist Lin Chushu at all, and could only watch helplessly as the spiritual power in his body was absorbed.

Even the spiritual power was not spared, and was forcibly drawn into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness.

The pictures in his field of vision were constantly changing, and when Zhou Changming saw the scene in front of him clearly again, he was no longer in Lin Chushu's bedroom.

Surrounded by endless wilderness, thick black stratus clouds rolled in the sky, and scarlet thunder flashed across from time to time, which made people feel very uneasy.

Zhou Changming was no stranger to this oppressive atmosphere that was brewing a storm.

In Lin Chushu's dream last time, he also felt such an atmosphere.

The sea of ​​consciousness, haunted by demons, is always on the verge of eruption.

For the current plan, the only way is to find out where the demons are hiding as soon as possible.

By the way, last time in the dream, I appeared in the form of Qin Cangyan.

Could it be that this time...

He hurriedly looked at his clothes, and after confirming that he was not of any previous identity, he began to look around cautiously.

There seemed to be a faint light at the end of his field of vision, and he walked along the source of the light for a while before the scenery in front of him changed.

Tall rocks rise from the ground, and most of the depths of the cave are covered by thick vines, revealing a long coffin with an icy blue brilliance.

Under the coffin lid, there seemed to be a person lying down.

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