Brother is also a high-risk occupation

【You can't hurt him. 】The system said quietly.

Zhou Yan paused for a moment. He already knew that he had not traveled through time, and the system that had been lurking in his body was probably not the real system either.

Zhou Yan probed softly: "You are not a system."

After he finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but the system didn't answer him again.

The two had already entered the Yunwu Hall. Zhou Yan couldn't wait for an answer. After thinking for a while, he decided to press down on the system first. He raised his mind, and carefully looked around the surrounding environment with Shen Lu.

Yunwu's main hall was so dark that there wasn't even a single ray of light, and there was no one serving it. It seemed extremely empty. The two of them walked for an indefinite amount of time before they suddenly saw a ray of light.

The light came out from a half-closed door, Zhou Yan came to the door, stretched out his hand and pushed lightly, the light poured in from the door in an instant, illuminating most of the hall.

Zhou Yan glanced inside the room and frowned.

This is not a small hall, but it is densely packed with red candles, and the endless candles are lit from the entrance to the end of the hall, forming the light that Zhou Yan saw.

And there is a bed at the end of the hall.

The bed curtain was drawn, and Yun Wu was half lying on the bed, looking at him with a faint smile on his face.

Seeing Zhou Yan push open the door, he said softly, "Ayan, you have come to find me."

Zhou Yan lowered his head and said mockingly in his tone, "I heard that you are going to die."

His face was gentle, but the meaning in his words was unceremonious, Yun Wu was stunned for a moment, his eyes brightened: "I said before, it's good to have a little temper."

Compared with Zhou Yan's gentle side, he seemed to like Zhou Yan's sharp look.

"Ayan, come here," he beckoned to Zhou Yan, "I just want to see you, so let Shen Wang go out first."

Zhou Yan's hand holding the sword tightened, and the moment he pushed the door open, he noticed that Shen Wang had disappeared from his side, but he didn't expect Yun Wu to admit so generously that it was his hands and feet.

Zhou Yan frowned, but he didn't refuse Yun Wu's invitation. He stepped across the candlelit shop and walked towards him.

Yun Wu smiled and watched him come over, for a moment, it really looked like Zhou Yan went to visit a sick friend.

But Yun Wu on the bed was not his good friend, Zhou Yan's hand was hanging by his side, also holding the Scorching Sun Sword.

The smell of thousands of burning candles was not pleasant. When Zhou Yan walked to Yunwu's bed, he felt the pungent smell of burnt wood.

Yun Wu sat on the bed, and the brocade quilt covered his shoulders. Zhou Yan couldn't see clearly when he was far away. When he got closer, he lowered his eyes and saw that Yun Wu's exposed shoulders were red.

He actually wore a bright red dress.

The fingertips under Zhou Yanguang's sleeves moved. He had just stood up in front of the bed when Yun Wu said softly, "Ah Yan, I was wrong back then. I shouldn't have stimulated you like that."

Hearing his words, Zhou Yan felt it was amused. He didn't intend to talk about old things with Yun Wu here. He walked in from the door just to see what kind of formation Yun Wu had set up in the palace.

But he walked all the way in, but he didn't find any clues.

He originally thought that the red candles all over the hall were some kind of trick, but after looking all the way, he found that the red candles were really just ordinary red candles.

As long as Yun Wu didn't make a move, if Zhou Yan said something while sitting on the bed, he would just treat him as farting, and he didn't intend to start a conversation, and just focused on paying attention to all the movements in the palace.

But he didn't speak, but a sentence popped up in his heart: 【Zhou Yan, forgive him. 】

Before Zhou Yan said anything, he saw a burst of black spiritual power suddenly rising from his sea of ​​consciousness. The spiritual power rose from his sea of ​​consciousness, and in a blink of an eye, it swelled and magnified infinitely, entrenched above his sea of ​​consciousness, covering him. His sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhou Yan's sea of ​​knowledge suddenly boiled.

The black spiritual power covering his sea of ​​consciousness was like a cloud being blown up by the wind, flowing in a fast and strange shape. As it flowed, it began to become smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a The little man stood above Zhou Yan's sea of ​​knowledge.

It was exactly the same as Zhou Yan, but it was indeed completely dark.

The moment it became an adult, it took only a moment to tiptoe towards the soul sitting cross-legged in the center of Zhou Yan's sea of ​​consciousness.

It slammed into Zhou Yan's soul fiercely, and the clear soul sitting cross-legged in the center of Zhou Yan's sea of ​​knowledge was mixed with the black "Zhou Yan" in a blink of an eye, like winding cracks on pure white porcelain.

Zhou Yan's hand holding the sword was unsteady, his breathing was stagnant, and he looked up at Yun Wu on the bed.

Yun Wu smiled slightly, as if he knew what he wanted to ask, stretched his long eyebrows, and said softly: "It's what you think."

He cast a demon on Zhou Yan.

The heart demon is a thing that is ten thousand times rarer than the corpse demon of the demon cultivator. The demon cultivator will refine the corpse demon, but he will get an obedient puppet, and the person who is planted with the demon will get a puppet as long as the planter wants to. A marionette to his will.

On weekdays, the inner demons lurk in the depths of the seeded person's sea of ​​consciousness, and change into different appearances according to the surrounding environment of the seeded person, and some can even talk to the host.

What Yun Wu planted in Zhou Yan's body was naturally the most powerful inner demon.

The inner demon turned into a systematic appearance, and Zhou Yan, who was deceived, never noticed that something was wrong.

Yun Wu couldn't move his mind, and saw Zhou Yan trembling by his bedside.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes and looked at him. He was clearly awake, but his eyes were foggy.

Yun Wu said softly: "Ayan, you forgive me, right?"

Zhou Yan stood there for a long time, then said hoarsely, "Forgive me."

"Very good," Yun Wu stretched out his hand to him, and said softly, "Ayan, give me your hand."

Zhou Yan paused, and stretched out his hand towards him.

Yun Wu grabbed his hand, and as soon as he exerted force, Zhou Yan fell onto his bed.

Zhou Yan's soul in the Consciousness Sea suddenly fluctuated, his soul was occupied by the inner demon, although his body/body was moved by Yun Wu, but the deepest consciousness was still clear.

He consciously watched himself stretch out his hand towards Yunwu, saying to forgive him, but he couldn't control his body.

If he can't take control of his body again, I don't know what Yunwu will do.

Zhou Yan thought for a moment, and the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness actually closed his eyes, actively cut off the connection with the ****, and sank his consciousness deeply into the soul.

Only by driving the demons out of his soul can he have a glimmer of life.

After he gave up control over his body, his eyes became more and more confused.

Yun Wu stretched out his hand to get up to pull him, the brocade quilt slipped off his body, revealing the clothes under the brocade quilt.

It is the brocade clothes and luxurious clothes worn by mortals when they get married.

As he got up, another same gorgeous dress was exposed beside him.

The difference from him was that this was a red wedding dress.

Yun Wu grabbed Zhou Yan's hand and firmly pressed him against the wedding dress.

The young man's beautiful eyes were blurred, and he lay on the wedding gown without any resistance, and his face was a little paler under the bright red wedding gown.

Yun Wu covered him, reaching out to cover his face.

He said in a low voice: "Ayan, I have prepared ten thousand red candles."

Ten thousand red candles were burning in the Lengji Hall, which warmed his gloomy face. He looked at the people who were close to him, as if his heart was about to be fulfilled, so he talked a little more: "Ayan , you may not know, you are the first person who is willing to smile at me."

He has seen too much ugliness in his life, living in heaven, and living himself as a person covered in darkness. On the way to the polar regions, he took it for granted that the things he saw were also ugly.

But she never thought that she would meet someone like Zhou Yan.

He should be a young man raised by Brilliant Spring.

Yun Wu touched Zhou Yan's lips with his hand, and murmured, "Ayan, did Shen Zhuang kiss you before? Did he hold you down like I did?"

"But it's not important, I don't care," he smiled again with a gloomy expression, "Ayan, let's get married here."

Tens of thousands of candles were flickering lightly. He arranged this hall with painstaking efforts, and he actually planned to marry Zhou Yan here.

Zhou Yan under him didn't say a word, like a beautiful statue, it seemed that he was completely controlled by Yunwu.

But his sea of ​​consciousness was boiling, wisps of black spiritual power hovering around him like snakes, like boiling water, constantly changing, trying to penetrate the soul's eyebrows.

But it was always blocked at the neck, and Soul's brows were slightly frowned, and his closed eyelids trembled slightly, but it meant to open them, and as his pupils opened, the black lines on Soul's body began to slowly fade away .

The spiritual energy in the sea of ​​consciousness swept across like a tsunami, hitting the soul over and over again, channeling the spiritual energy for him.

Except for the soul, Yun Wu didn't care that Zhou Yan didn't know anything. He didn't plan to have a drink when they were married and had a drink. Instead, he raised his wrist, and the other finger stroked it lightly, and blood flowed from his wrist. drip down.

He pinched Zhou Yan's chin with his bloodless hand, and slightly parted his lips, intending to transfer the blood from his wrist to his lips.

Blood □ □ fusion, is a Taoist companion.

He was so excited that the first drop of blood flowed down from his wrist, but one drop fell unsteadily onto Zhou Yan's chin.

Yun Wu squinted his eyes, moved his wrist net, blood dripped down his wrist, and when it was about to fall on Zhou Yan's lips, his face under the wrist turned away.

That snow fell to the corner of Zhou Yan's lips.

Zhou Yan raised his eyelids, turned his wrist lightly in the next moment, and the point of the Scorching Sun Sword was facing upwards, stabbing towards his abdomen.

Yun Wu bowed and missed his sword.

The two parted, Zhou Yan reached out to wipe away the blood on the corners of his mouth and chin, lifted his slender eyelids, and said softly, "You don't find it disgusting, but I do."

Yun Wu's expression completely sank at his words.

But before he had an attack, he only felt a strong wind blowing in from the hall, and the ten thousand candles went out just like that.

With the strong wind coming in, there are countless whispers of discussion.

When Yun Wu listened carefully, his expression turned extremely ugly.

I don't know who it is, who summoned all the immortals of Heaven and Dao.

After the red candle was extinguished, there was only a loud roar, and a hole was cut through the wall beside Zhou Yan.

The hole was so huge that it was enough for a person to walk in through it.

And in his hand, he carried an unconscious fairy.

His face was cold and hard, it was Ye Rong.

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