Brother is also a high-risk occupation

When Zhou Yan heard the word Ayan, Zhou Yan froze in place.

That voice was still calling him, one after another, coming from the vast white distance, and it seemed to be right next to his ears.

"Ayan..."

Holding the Scorching Sun Sword in front of him, Zhou Yan sneered and said, "You only call people but don't show up, are you a gopher?"

After he finished speaking, the voice really didn't call him by name, Zhou Yan just heard the word "Ayan" and the feeling of nausea arose a little before subsiding.

After a moment of silence, the voice rang out again: "Ayan, you are still like this."

After he finished speaking, he sighed softly, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

Zhou Yan: "..."

Is this sick?

Fortunately, after the sigh passed, there were footsteps not far away.

Step by step, resounding throughout the world.

Zhou Yan turned around, with the blade of the Scorching Sun Sword facing down, facing the direction from which the voice came.

In the vast white world, another touch of white gradually appeared.

The white color is brighter, sticking to the man docilely and supplely, making the man's hair and eyes extremely dull. He is wearing a white jade crown, like a fairy who has descended from the nine heavens and descended to the world, with no trace of filth on his body.

But the demeanor of the whole body is not to be questioned.

Compared with him, Zhou Yan's moon-white robe was messily stained with blood, the band of his hair was cut off, his hair scattered on his shoulders and neck, and there were deep and shallow cuts on his wrists.

Only one face was too pale.

But the man looked at him without the slightest dislike, only deep yearning, like watching a treasure that belonged to him become dusty, he stretched out his hand to Zhou Yan, and said with a helpless smile: "Ah Yan, why am I not here? Just made yourself like this."

Zhou Yan didn't even move his eyebrows, but the man's outstretched hand met not the young man's soft palm, but the cold sword tip.

The point of the Scorching Sun Sword was pointed at the man's palm. Zhou Yan breathed calmly, endured the pain in his shoulder, and said softly, "If you take another step forward, my sword will no longer be pointed at your hand."

The Scorching Sun Sword moved up a few inches, passed the man's palm, and pointed straight at his throat.

Zhou Yan was threatening him.

There was a smile in the man's long and narrow eyes, like looking at an ignorant child: "Ayan, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Zhou Yan said, "I don't know you."

【You know him. 】

A voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, whispering.

is the system.

Since the mission was issued to him, the system seemed to have gone to hibernation. Zhou Yan called it on weekdays, but it was not easy to call it. Most of the time, the only response to him was silence.Slowly, Zhou Yan almost forgot that he still had a system.

At this moment, the system popped up on its own initiative and told Zhou Yan that he knew this man.

He doesn't believe what men say, but he does believe what the system says.

Is it possible that I really know him?

The young man bit the tip of his tongue.

Perhaps seeing that he didn't resist so much, the man smiled, and he stretched out his hand leisurely, with the back of his hand sticking to the blade of the Scorching Sun Sword, and with a single effort, the Scorching Sun Sword drew an arc in the air and slanted to the side, No longer separated between him and Zhou Yan.

With no obstruction, the man took a step forward, and he could touch Zhou Yan as soon as he stretched out his hand.

He was a little taller than Zhou Yan, and now he lowered his head slightly, covering most of Zhou Yan's body.

Like holding him in his arms.

He stretched out his hand to touch a wound on Zhou Yan's cheek, all with pity: "Does it hurt?"

But in the next moment, the person he could touch with his hand left.

Zhou Yan took two steps back, distanced himself from him, and raised his head slightly: "I forgot many things, including you, if I ever owed you anything, tell me I will pay you back, if we don't owe you anything, From now on, just pretend you don’t know each other.”

He raised his eyes, and the soft eyes under his long eyebrows were now cold and cold: "So, you just need to talk."

He said word by word: "Don't call me Ayan, and don't touch me."

He doesn't know this person, so this person can only be Yuanshen's old friend, if there is a debt, he will repay it for Yuanshen, if not, he is not interested in being friends with this man.

The man was taken aback by his words, his eyes were filled with interest, but his mouth was full of grievances: "Ayan, I personally saw that piece of divine bone implanted in your body, and it is still placed in your body at this time, you It breaks my heart to say that.”

The piece of divine bone implanted in his body.

Zhou Yan's hand holding the Scorching Sun Sword trembled.

"The divine bone of the ancient god is the only one in the world," the man sighed. "I put it in your body to save your life."

He blinked, a little smile appeared on his face, like a cat teasing a mouse that couldn't escape his palm, his tone was gentle and cruel: "Ayan, how can you repay me this love?"

The air was silent for a moment, Zhou Yan looked at him, and said without hesitation: "If you want it, just give it back to you."

"Then I can't bear it," the man said softly, "Your whole body is mine, a single bone, if I give it to you, I'll give it to you."

Zhou Yan was disgusted by the words and the man's tone.

The interest in teasing him has subsided, and the man seems no longer willing to spend more time here, and he walked towards him again, with a soft but unrefutable voice: "Ayan, come with me."

He actually wanted to take him away.

Zhou Yan stepped back subconsciously, with the Scorching Sun Sword across his chest, and the usually straight blade of the Scorching Sun Sword was trembling slightly at this moment, not like fear, but an angry clank.

Seeing him like this, the man chuckled lightly.

He didn't even reach out, and the boundless white mist around him frantically rushed towards Zhou Yan. When the white mist reached Zhou Yan's side, it seemed to have weight, squeezing him from all around, slowly making him unable to move.

Zhou Yan's breath was filled with white mist. He felt as if he was being squeezed by impenetrable walls on all sides. The wall was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't break free. In the end, breathing was painful.

He clenched his hands in his sleeves.

With the crushing of absolute strength, he has no strength left to resist.

The white mist was still pressing from the top of his head, and Zhou Yan pressed the tip of the Scorching Sun Sword against the ground, slightly resisting the pressure on his head.

Not long after, the smell of blood filled Zhou Yan's mouth.

The man looked at him with lowered eyes, the trembling wrist supporting the sword, and the back that refused to bend down.

He sighed: "Ayan, you always don't listen to me."

There was tenderness in his tone, but in the next moment, the white mist pressing on Zhou Yan's body doubled in thickness!

Zhou Yan couldn't hold on any longer, staggered, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

The Scorching Sun Sword has half of its body sunk into the ground.

His entire back sank, his hair scattered from his shoulders, messily lying on the ground, only the pale palm holding the hilt of the Scorching Sun Sword was still supported.

It seemed very powerless.

The man walked up to him step by step, and was about to bend down to touch him, when he saw the man who had kept his head down raised his head. His hair was disheveled, his face and neck were covered in cold sweat, and he only threw his head at him. Give me a clear look.

Under this gaze, the man's movements suddenly stopped.

Zhou Yan raised his head slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get lost."

He was suppressed, unable to resist, and then told the man who suppressed him to get fucked.

Amidst the vastness of whiteness, a sneer escaped from the man's mouth. The hand he wanted to caress Zhou Yan's head turned and stretched towards his neck. The white and soft neck was pinched between the palms of the man, and the man's hand became tighter and tighter. until Zhou Yan's face flushed when he pinched him.

"Ayan, you have to listen to me."

Don't do this, don't want him to pinch and bend this skinny and thin bone no matter what.

Zhou Yan was in a daze from being pinched by him. He wanted to breathe, but he felt that what was sucked into his chest was not air, but balls of cotton wool.

He was about to be strangled to death by an inexplicable psychosis.

What a pity, Zhou Yan thought a little sadly as he let go of the wrist holding the Scorching Sun Sword.

He thought to himself: I still don't know if Shen Du is safe or not.

He was the one who dragged him down, brought him to Yingzhou Island, said to protect him, but made him lost in the formation of leaves all over the sky.

He should have begged Xie Changqing at that time, begged Xie Changqing well, let him bring Shen Wang with him when looking for old friends, Master is so powerful, he can always protect Shen Wang, unlike his useless senior brother.

The young man sighed with the last of his strength.

With some soft guilt.

The man looked at the head slowly hanging down in his palm, and felt a stab in his heart. Just as he was about to let go of his hand, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He lowered his head, and saw a sharp cut across his left shoulder. At the same time, a gust of wind flew past his ears, passed through the air around Zhou Yan, and finally sank into the ground behind him. .

It was a broad sword, which cut the man's shoulder, forcing him to let go, and then sank into the ground, leaving only a black hilt trembling slightly on the ground, with the cyan tassel on the hilt in the air. The chaos in the air shows how much strength the owner of the sword exerted.

It had been too long since he had been injured, the man stood there for a long time, and seemed to realize that he was the one who was injured.

He clutched his wound and turned around in disbelief, and saw a boy in black standing in the white mist not far away.

The young man's brows were stained with blood, matching his sharp and gloomy facial features, he looked particularly terrifying at this moment.

What was even more frightening was the fury in his eyes.

Seeing the man looking over, he stretched out his hand, and Zhou Yan's pitch-black long sword, which had sunk into the ground behind his back, seemed to be summoned, flew up, and was held in his hand in an instant.

Holding the sword, he spoke softly:

"You don't need your hand."

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