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

"what happened?"

Lin Chushu noticed Zhou Changming's strange expression.

The latter shook his head, with a shallow mark between his brows.

It's strange to say that the aura of the magic heart stone just now was obviously too strong, but it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Changming felt it carefully again, repeatedly confirmed that there was no abnormality around him, and then opened his eyes and smiled at him:

"It's okay, it's just... my waist hurts a little."

With the last few words, he deliberately leaned close to Lin Chushu and bit his ear, breathing warmly and affectionately at the sensitive place behind his ears, causing the person to avoid him unexpectedly.

Although there was no wave on his face, his ice-white earlobes were already turning red.

Zhou Changming is obviously very satisfied with the effect of his oral hi.

It is really interesting to let this high mountain flower continue to be infected with mortal air.

As for the weird smell just now, maybe I felt something was wrong.

After all, the security of the morning dew test is strictly guarded, and the test takers have been screened layer by layer, so it is impossible for problems to arise.

With a smirk, he pulled the hand from under Lin Chushu's sleeve, and then interlocked his fingers quietly, making no gap between them.

The touch of the skin is soft and delicate, like a falling feather tugging at the heartstrings.

Lin Chushu didn't move, but let him move.

The ominous scorching heat in his dantian always reminded him that the catastrophe was approaching.

Since the happiness in front of me is taken from the hands of God, and I don't know when it will be lost, it is better to let go and act according to my heart.

After all... Zhou Changming also concealed something from himself.

Years of obsessions have been dormant in his heart, and love and hate have long been inseparable from each other, comforting him and torturing him.

If there is such a day in the future...

It should be assumed that this is also the punishment for that person's repeated death and escape.

The figures of the two snuggling together disappeared behind the rock wall.

Not long after, a figure in Tsing Yi quietly appeared.

His appearance was hidden under the barrier, so he couldn't see clearly, only a young man could be vaguely seen holding a stone in his hand.

"The feeling is sharp, but it's a pity..."

The stone lying in his palm was like a crystal, showing a deep purple-black color, with pale golden streamers surging in it from time to time.

He played with the spar in his hand, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

……

After an hour of lunch break, the second half of the game continued.

The morning dew test is divided into three tests as a whole, and the points competition of the first test will eliminate two-thirds of the candidates, which is very important.

Even if the game system of the wheel battle is extremely exhausting, everyone can only grit their teeth and persist.

Under Yin Xiangrong's instruction, Xuanji Division equipped the contestants with elixir to restore physical strength. If there is a situation where the spiritual strength is exhausted, they can go to the rest area to drink it by themselves.

Yi Jinlan was very satisfied with this arrangement, holding tea and smiling eyes:

"As expected of the head of Xuanji who is valued by this seat, Xiangrong you are really more and more impeccable in handling affairs."

He was playing with the glazed teacup in his hand, the water in the cup made his face look thinner and jade-like.

Yin Xiangrong pursed her lips and smiled, and was about to speak modestly when she suddenly noticed something was wrong.

She has worked in the Presbyterian Church for many years, and Xuanji Division is in charge of personnel and supplies, so she is very familiar with the cost of clothing and clothing.

But in her impression, the teacups that the Pavilion Master used to use in the past seemed to be made of wood.

Not only this one, but everything about him is not right, whether it is commonly used incense, accessories or tableware, they have all been replaced once.

Is this a whim, or is it screening for some kind of anomaly?

Yin Xiangrong's thoughts moved slightly, and just as she opened her mouth to ask, Cen Yuzhou suddenly stopped her from behind:

"Elder Yin, some participants in Group D raised objections, which seem to be related to the inappropriate size of the dormitory. If it's convenient for you, why don't we go and have a look?"

And the moment she turned her head, Yi Jinlan's expression changed suddenly, and she suddenly leaned forward.

"Dormitory?" Yin Xiangrong raised his eyebrows, "The size of the dormitory is the uniform standard of Chaoyin Pavilion, and there is no such thing as a special one for contestants."

In fact, she was a little puzzled. It is said that the disputes in the group points competition should be resolved by Che Jingshu and others.

There is really no need to poke her in front of the chief executive.

Cen Yuzhou blinked innocently:

"However, this matter has already alarmed Zhao Yangjing, the guardian of the left. I'm afraid it's beyond what Jingshu and the others can handle."

Yin Xiangrong's eyes froze.

The leader of the demon clan participating in the test is the left protector of the demon king Kunwu, the wind wolf Zhao Yangjing.

This person has a high cultivation base, a fiery personality, and is extremely defensive.

If there was a conflict with Che Jingshu and the others, the consequences would be difficult to control.

"I'll go and have a look," she turned serious,

"Pavilion Master, forgive me for taking the first step."

"It's okay, you and Yuzhou go quickly."

Yi Jinlan smiled slightly, her expression was peaceful, except for her pale lips, she didn't seem to have any abnormalities.

Cen Yuzhou's gaze skipped over his half-covered teacup.

In the green and clear glass cup, there is a lukewarm liquid, but it was originally a light brown color, but it has turned into a deep red at some point.

……

By the time Yin Xiangrong and Cen Yuzhou arrived at the arena of Group D, the situation was on the verge of getting out of control.

Che Jingshu had obviously lost her patience by the demons' bullshit, and kept rubbing the center of her brows.

"The dormitories are all of a uniform standard, and other test participants have reported that there is no problem. Your request is really a bit unreasonable..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was roughly interrupted by Zhao Yangjing who was opposite her.

"You humans are so insidious! Our young master of the Thousand Fox Clan has crushed his tailbone because of the narrow bed. He was unable to perform normally during the game and was attacked by someone. You are not responsible for this. Who else can I ask to deal with it? "

He was born with dark skin, white beard and hair, a pair of pure gold eyes were burning with anger, and his fingers almost reached her eyes.

If the other party blindly pointed their noses and scolded them, not only would they lose face to Chaoyin Pavilion, but it would also appear that the human race was weak.

Che Jingshu's brows became colder, and spiritual power surged in her hands.

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, she suddenly smelled an elegant fragrance.

The crimson purple gauze skirt is scattered like a haze, and the slender and well-fitting figure falls gracefully, with a lofty bearing that makes people dare not look at it directly.

"Who is making trouble here?"

Yin Xiangrong's face was full of prestige: "The arena is an important place, and you can't be disturbed by chores other than the game. If you have any dissatisfaction with the arrangement of the dormitory, just come to me."

Cen Yuzhou followed her to the ground, waving his folding fan lightly, smiling without saying a word.

Both Zhao Yangjing and the demon cultivator behind him couldn't help but look amazed.

There is no shortage of succubus, sky fox and other beautiful people in the demon world, but very few people can perfectly balance the stunning appearance and noble temperament.

Even though her face is displeased, she is also gorgeous and graceful, which makes people forget.

"... Presumably this is the famous Linghuan Immortal Venerable, I have admired him for a long time."

When it rained and the sun cleared, Zhao Yangjing quickly put on a smile.

"Just now, this sloppy female disciple who doesn't know her background spoke rudely. I was really angry that the monks of my family were humiliated, so I almost started a dispute. Since you are here, then..."

"Sloppy female disciple?"

Yin Xiangrong immediately interrupted him, put his arms around Che Jingshu's shoulders, and sneered at the corners of his mouth:

"Unfortunately, the disciple Zhao Hufa sarcastically sarcastically is the first disciple under my Master Xuanji, Che Jingshu."

Che Jingshu, who was hugged by her shoulders, suddenly widened her eyes.

I usually don't trim my appearance, and I think it has caused a lot of criticism.

Even though Yin Xiangrong sometimes complained secretly in private, but in front of everyone, she never let others say anything against her.

Not to mention Zhao Yangjing's blatant humiliation.

This utterly undisguised protection seemed to flow into my heart like a warm current.

It made her eyes heat up, and she opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak for a moment.

"What is the meaning of Xianzun, are you going to ask me Xingshi for a crime?"

Zhao Yangjing showed a look of disdain, "It doesn't matter who this female disciple is, the key is that the Guige dormitory injured our players, and that's why we lost the competition. Shouldn't we be given justice?"

Yin Xiangrong didn't understand what he was thinking, it was because of his strong cultivation and he didn't want the demons to lose too badly, so he insisted on making excuses.

The human monk who had defeated the demon was full of displeasure, but he seemed to be restrained and could not speak.

Yin Xiangrong noticed his abnormality and released the restraint for him, and he immediately told the truth.

It turned out that when the two confronted each other, the demon disciple was not as skilled as others, and frequently resorted to insidious means.

Both sides of the match should go all out, and he also saw the opponent's weakness in the lack of moves, so he found the gap and defeated them in one fell swoop.

There is no such thing as taking advantage of the opponent's injury.

"Every confrontation in the Chaolu Trial points competition is judged by a referee committee composed of three races. Since they have no objection to the result of the competition, what else does the Guardian have to say?"

Yin Xiangrong said coldly.

Zhao Yangjing's face turned green and pale, and suddenly he snorted coldly, and summoned a pitch-black long gun in his palm:

"If the noble pavilion wants to turn black and white, then I can only use the method of the demon clan to seek justice for the tribe!"

The strong wind lifted Yin Xiangrong's long hair, her expression was as cold as ice, and with one move of her bare hand, the Muyin flute appeared on her lips.

The situation was tense, and Che Jingshu also silently called out the Lingwu Chai Jinlun, and stood close behind her.

"Since Immortal Linghuan refuses to make peace, then I will take ten moves. If I win, you will not only apologize to us publicly, but also modify the result of the competition."

Zhao Yangjing laughed wildly and recklessly. He fought for the Demon Lord for a hundred years, and he was basically undefeated. He didn't take Yin Xiangrong and Che Jingshu seriously at all.

"Who wins and who loses is still unknown." Yin Xiangrong moved his vermilion lips closer to the body of the flute,

"Make a move!"

In the blink of an eye, I saw two figures, one black and one purple, like electricity, and the surging spiritual power and demonic energy were already entangled in one place.

Zhao Yangjing pushed out with all his strength, but it seemed as if he had been stuck in a swamp. Not only was his movement sluggish, but even his strength was being quickly dissipated.

He had a bad heart, so he immediately let go and pulled away. The next moment, Yin Xiangrong's figure appeared in the same place, and the afterimage of the flute was played.

It was only a hair's breadth away from piercing his shoulder.

The momentary crisis made Zhao Yangjing's heart tremble. His magic skills are strong and fierce. If he can't quickly find a loophole to control the enemy, the further he delays, the weaker the offensive will be.

His eyes swept over Che Jingshu who was on guard, his eyes darkened, and his poisonous scheme suddenly emerged.

"Dang bang!" The spear suddenly changed its direction in mid-air, Yin Xiangrong couldn't dodge it in time, so he could only urge the Muyin flute to meet it head-on.

But in this way, her flying figure was forced to pause for a moment.

Zhao Yangjing took advantage of this moment of blockage to avoid the sweeping beam of spiritual power.

At the same time, a demonic energy condensed from his left palm, like a poisonous snake spewing out letters, and it rushed straight to Che Jingshu's face!

"Jingshu!!"

Yin Xiangrong secretly thought it was not good, Zhao Yangjing's blocking her was a feint, at least [-]% of her strength was used for that demonic energy, it was impossible for Che Jingshu to resist it.

But at this moment, she has no time to go to the rescue, and can only watch her lover be exposed to the crisis of life and death.

The black light in front of her eyes was like lightning, and it went straight to the door of life. Che Jingshu gritted her teeth and released one attack after another, but she couldn't stop the demonic energy from approaching at all.

Could it be... I can't avoid this fatal blow?

There was resignation and despair in her eyes.

And at this moment, a piercing sound suddenly came from the ear.

An ancient sword wrapped in golden streamer descended from the sky, accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers, it directly met the devilish energy.

The sound of zizi sharpening was endless, and while the two forces ebbed and flowed, it also gave Che Jingshu a chance to escape.

She turned around flexibly, and retreated ten feet away in a blink of an eye.

"who is it?!"

Zhao Yangjing failed in the sneak attack and was out of breath.

He turned his gaze to where the lightsaber came from, and saw a tall figure in red on the hillside, putting down his longbow, smiling slightly:

"Well, it looks like the shot missed."

The author has something to say: the handsome moments of girlshelpgirls and Xiao Changming hahaha

Alas, I was on the poison list this week, and there is a high probability that I will have a bye next week. Seeing the dwindling number of clicks, my heart feels ashamed, blah blah blah