After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Qiao He had just cast a spell to suppress the expansion of the barrier, but was shocked by a very strong aura, and finally stabilized.

Almost all the disciples in the dreamwalk have noticed the strangeness of the illusion. They either repeat it in it, or directly transfer to another time and space, but they still can't get out of the original door.

People outside who know the situation are worried, but they are temporarily powerless.

Now, an unknown fear hangs over his heart like a haze, but fortunately, the head of Zeshan Qiaohe and Yaoye Xianjun still have a way to suppress it.

But this procrastination also creates anxiety.

"If I can't break this barrier, I'll find a way to enter the tower then." Qiao He discussed with Zhong Yaoye beside him in a gentle voice.

But Zhong Yaoye almost spit out the tea she just drank in her mouth, but luckily she suppressed it and swallowed it violently, so that the embarrassing situation of washing the head's face did not appear.

But for a while, he was still so choked that his face turned red, "The two inside haven't come out yet! Are you rushing in again!?"

She asked coldly and grimly, "Do you want to quit the job!? Then leave me here alone?"

Zhong Yaoye suddenly remembered that it was the same situation when the way of heaven was overturned at that time, and the coincidence of fate unexpectedly made her almost have a psychological shadow.

Moreover, Song Bihui and Jiang Yufeng are two habitual disappearance criminals, and they will always be involved in incidents if they are not careful.

She used to think that only her little brother was unlucky.

But now it's different.

If you are unlucky, you are an unlucky couple.

As long as Song Bihui and Jiang Yufeng stay together, there will be a wonderful phenomenon, that is, some big things will always happen.

It gave her a headache.

Qiao He looked at her with a helpless smile, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry so much, since I have a way to enter, I will naturally have a way to come out."

But Zhong Yaoye still looked at the person in front of him half-believingly, almost sticking the big words "You're kidding me" directly on his face.

Now that the situation is unknown, who knows what will happen if you go in?

But this inexplicable yin barrier keeps growing every day as if it is alive. If it continues to be consumed like this, it may be bad luck.

It seems that they can only act first and seize the opportunity.

Qiao He silently looked at the tall tower hidden in the shadows, but hesitated for a moment.

After all, if he is really forced to do it, he may easily lose control of his strength.

Zhong Yaoye alone might not be able to completely stop him from releasing the spiritual power, and it might destroy Immortal Master Huai Ling's sense of immortality.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know if this will hurt the disciples within the eight sects.

The Taoism he cultivates is quite different from that of his brothers and sisters.

It is precisely because of this reason that he hardly makes a move on weekdays, except for placing some small magic circles and spells.

But now he can't afford to wait any longer. Sitting in the position of head, he always has to face all kinds of choices that he doesn't want to face.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, but he heard Zhong Yaoye beside him speak again in dissatisfaction.

"Senior brother has started to learn from little brother." She crossed her arms and muttered sadly, "I said that this would take away all the good luck. Little brother didn't believe what I said before. Look, something happened now. Bar?"

"Then don't sigh." Qiao He said softly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a shadow flashing past in the Mengxing Pagoda.

Although it was hard to see clearly in such a dim environment, Qiao He still clearly captured the sudden vision.

He paused in his heart, but an extremely strange feeling arose.

Is that... a person! ?

But just when he couldn't recover, Zhong Yaoye suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him.

Her eyes were full of horror, but she slowly and carefully raised her finger, "Brother... who is behind you?"

"Ah!?" Jiang Yufeng felt that the time at this moment was extremely tormented. He lay on the bed, even though he felt that he could walk and move, but Song Bihui didn't think so.

Whenever he wanted to sneak out of bed, the man would immediately notice and push him back to bed mercilessly.

Song Bihui used to be able to anticipate his actions with exceptional accuracy, but now that he has the rune of "Life and Death", it goes without saying. It's as if a tracking spell has been cast on him. What does he do? Song Bihui will know.

There are no secrets at all.

At this moment, he sat up very carefully, but when he just raised his eyes, he saw Song Bihui slowly walking out of the screen with a medicine bowl in his hand.

Then the man stared at him with a cold gaze.

This is more frightening than the look in the eyes of the teacher in the lecture hall when he was a child.

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng's mind was running fast, and after a long while, he just came up with an excuse, and he said cautiously, "I slept...I got a headache, so I just sit down."

"Really?" Song Bihui glanced at him meaningfully, put the medicine bowl on the table beside him, and said in a low voice, "But didn't the master also say that the bed was hard to sleep on and the back hurts? Do you want to get up and take a walk? It doesn’t hurt to sit now?”

Jiang Yufeng took advantage of the opportunity, "Ah yes, then I can get out of bed..."

"No." Song Bihui refused resolutely, but hooked the corners of his lips, "but Master can choose to sit on me."

"Uh..." That's okay.

Jiang Yufeng immediately lay back in silence with great interest.

He sighed in his heart, thinking it's better not to provoke Song Bihui at the moment.

Otherwise, according to his current spiritual insufficiency and loss of reason, there will be no good fruit for him.

He had personally experienced the involuntary feeling before, and thinking about it now made his waist sore and weak, but now he really dare not.

"Master, why didn't you talk?" Song Bihui sat beside him, but gently reached out and pulled his broken hair behind his ears.

Jiang Yufeng gritted his teeth for a moment, and silently recited the past.

After all, this man's gentleness is just like his pretty face, he is the most deceptive, no matter how many times he can coax him around.

As long as he stares at Song Bihui's eyes that are as deep as the sea, he will be led astray by him inexplicably like a fainted king.

This is really scary.

But as long as he pretended not to see or hear, this kind of seductive attack would have no effect on him.

Jiang Yufeng thought extremely optimistically.

But then, he suddenly felt the heat from his lower back slowly climb up to his nerves like a clear stream, which made his breathing stagnate immediately, and his fingers couldn't help grasping the brocade quilt by his side.

"Song Bihui!" He covered his eyes with his hands in pain, but he was so helpless that he didn't know what to say.

Unexpectedly, that person also imitated him before, looked at him innocently and said, "What did Master ask me to do? Is there something uncomfortable?"

This little bastard did it on purpose.

Jiang Yufeng had no choice but to turn around and look at him directly with a blank face, but was defeated for a while.

"Don't make trouble."

But when Song Bihui looked into his eyes seriously and his deep voice fell on his ear, Jiang Yufeng was immediately discouraged.

This person is too much to waste his mind.

Jiang Yufeng felt that he had almost given up struggling, and now he could only comfort himself silently in his heart.

He is just occasionally useless against Shang Song Bihui, and this will definitely be the last time...

But when he finished drinking the medicine while holding Song Bihui's hand, and was stuffed with another candied fruit by that person, he changed his mind again unprincipled.

Song Bihui performed well this time, so forgive him next time...

Jiang Yufeng naturally leaned against the man's arms, letting Song Bihui gently press his sore muscles, thinking happily.

Although Jinghai saw Song Bihui going in and out of that room several times in recent days, from the moment he was furious at the beginning to when he returned to calm, he never saw Jiang Yufeng.

He also pointed to the door with concern and concern, wanting to ask if the Jiangyu wind was in the way, but Song Bihui just told him, "There is no serious problem for the time being, but we still need to rest."

But Jinghai still had some disbelief in his heart. He was really worried that Song Bihui would be sad and overly stimulated, and he always fantasized that Jiangyufeng would soon be healed.

After all, he has never seen anyone who can continue to live safely after fighting against the gods and Buddhas.

Even if one life can be saved, this life is almost useless.

Therefore, when he sneaked his eyes into the window slit one day, he only vaguely saw the thin and graceful figure in the long bed curtains.

The end of the tent undulates slightly in the light wind, but in the room there is only a strong smell of medicine and a quiet and silent atmosphere brewing.

Is that person dead or alive?

Jing Hai frowned and wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly felt a cold feeling rushing up his back.

He turned his head abruptly and saw Song Bihui standing quietly behind him.

"Ah!?" Jing Hai was so frightened that he almost jumped up, but it was a pity that he couldn't make a sound at all, so he had to dance and try to explain.

"Master Jinghai." Song Bihui opened his mouth softly, interrupting his bewilderment, "My master is really fine."

Jinghai made another gesture suspiciously, and seeing Song Bihui nodded affirmatively again, then frowned and looked back strangely, but suddenly saw Jiang Yufeng turning over, wearing the Phoenix bracelet The jade wrist fell to the side of the bed.

It is very charming under the moonlight.

But then the wooden window was slammed shut.

Jinghai: "..."

Song Bihui looked at him peacefully in front of him, and said, "Thank you, master, for your concern. I will let him meet you when the master is in better health."

What about coaxing ghosts?Jing Hai has no expression on his face, if this person is really willing to do so then there is something wrong with him.

It's been like this since I was a child, I want to hide it if I like it, Jing Hai nodded clearly.

For a moment, he stretched out his fingers silently, and slowly wrote on his palm, "Take care of yourself."

Although Song Bihui knew what Jinghai said was to tell Jiang Yufeng to take care of his body.

But why does it feel so weird?

He was silent, and could only nod silently for a long while.