Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

On Jiuling Peak.

Yan Shuo was practicing a set of sword formulas to the last move. The sword he swung the sword was swift and fast, and it smashed towards the ground with the momentum of thunder. Ling Linghan's light was reflected into his dark and dull eyes the moment he swung the sword. A bit of cold light suddenly pierced through the very engulfing darkness.

But soon the bright cold light in the black eyes was swallowed by the boundless darkness in an instant, and nothing changed when he closed his eyes and raised them again.

Yan Shuo stood there for a long time, the green robe representing the direct disciple of the Hongjian Sect did not show much dignity on his body, but the elegance and nobility cultivated by those princely and noble families in the secular world flowed with his every move. out.

Coupled with his handsome and bewitching appearance, as long as he has more romantic smiles, he is a very handsome young man.

Born from the heart, the elegance and nobility can't hide the evilness that looms when his brows move slightly, but these evilnesses are hidden very well on weekdays.

Yan Shuo raised his right hand slowly, encircling the blade of the sword with the whole palm and moving it slowly from left to right. The extremely sharp blade cut through the palm, and when the moving palm was removed, it would leave a pungent bloodstain.

The sword spirit hidden deep in the sword was trembling, causing the body of the sword to tremble slightly, and the trembling sound was like mourning or crying.

Yan Shuo raised his eyebrows, and casually knocked on the blade of the sword, the trembling sound stopped.

Qiankun, a very special sword name.

His natal sword, the natal sword that overwhelmed thousands of famous swords in the sword mound in his previous life and recognized him as the master, was finally broken by his own hands.

"What's so scary, you were chosen for me by the master himself - this, life, and sword."

Yan Shuo smiled lowly, his eyes darkened.

This sword is interesting. When he entered the sword mound in this life, he hid it deeper than any other sword and refused to show his head. When the master showed up, the whole sword was as positive as when he met him in the previous life.

At that time, after Duo Yao instinctively caught the sword, he glanced at it strangely. He already had a natal sword that could accompany him to travel through the worlds in the past.

And that sword has very little aura, and the only time it was called out was the battle between immortals and demons. Why is this sword a bit silly? monk.

After Duo Yao glanced at the word "Qian Kun" engraved on the hilt of the sword, he turned his backhand and pressed Qian Kun on Yan Shuo's hand.

"This name suits you, and it will be your natal sword in the future."

Yan Shuo, whose consciousness has not yet merged much, glanced blankly at the trembling sword in his hand, and said hesitantly: "Master, it seems to be afraid of me."

Duo Yao looked suspiciously, Qian Kun was resting in Yan Shuo's palm and there was no other movement. He thought the young man was too nervous, so he comforted him: "Don't think too much, after you refine it, it will be your natal sword from now on. Your long immortal journey is connected with your destiny, how can you be afraid of you?"

Now, Yan Shuo, whose consciousness has been mostly integrated, naturally knows why the sword is afraid of him. Thinking of some memories that are not very clear, Yan Shuo puts away the sword tiredly.

The fake smiles on his face were all gone, leaving nothing but boredom.

He is the consciousness separated from the soul in the previous life, but he has indeed experienced everything in this life, and the relationship between the two is really difficult to distinguish clearly.

But he is him after all, if there is no accident, he should go to the last step after experiencing so much, there is no other reason, he knows himself best, and things should develop like that.

But there was an accident.

It was a mistake that shouldn't have happened. He had felt it since the first time he saw it, and if he couldn't make it disappear, he could only keep backing away.

So he has an extra master that he shouldn't have.

Even if he harbored extremely huge evil thoughts in his heart, he would not dare to show half of his master, but pinched his heart and ancestors who lived in his weakness.

Presumably another consciousness could not predict the current development.

Yan Shuo looked at the main peak of Jiuling Peak from a distance. Only the main peak in Jiuling Peak was full of flowers, but the weather was very cold. He knew that this was related to the spiritual root of Master. Nei's approach is somewhat similar to his in some respects.

He was in a trance, his eyes froze for a moment, and then Yu Jian went straight to the main peak. There was a shimmer in Qi Mo's eyes, and his thin lips were tightly pressed to suppress the sudden turmoil in his heart, but it was difficult to hide the inner layer of his eyes. Layers of joy blooming.

When Duo Yao returned to the cave where his body had just come out of cultivation, he heard the sound of the objects in the sky breaking through the air. Just by the sound, he could hear the eagerness of the swordsman's heart.

He looked up and saw the afterimage in his eyes flashed by, and bumped into a person in front of him, and before Duo Yao could react, he was hugged tightly by the other person, very tightly.

The boy has become a young man, he is already half a head taller than Duo Yao, and he can be easily embraced by a single arm.

The temperature emanating from his body seemed to Duo Yao to be a little scorching hot, but the force around his waist was a little tight. Duo Yao took a few breaths before pushing gently. When he touched the other's chest, it belonged to a young man's vivid Muscle distribution is transmitted to the hands.

I don't know whether it's Duo Yao's illusion or other reasons, I always feel that the temperature of the young man's body is hotter just after touching the hands, so hot that he quickly withdrew his hand and felt a little uncomfortable.

He is the Nine Profound Ice Spirit Root, the most overbearing and powerful ice root among the ice-type roots. He will have varying degrees of influence on the outside world. His body temperature is generally low, and he is more sensitive to the temperature of other people. The temperature is slightly higher. He will feel hot and dry.

But this so-called discomfort fell on Yan Shuo's eyes, but it made his eyes darken a lot. He looked at the person in his arms deeply, and after a while, he closed his eyes with restraint and difficulty, and let go of the other person's strength. .

It's so beautiful, the beauty of ice and snow will become an eye-catching scene with a little more of other colors.

The master who was hugging in his arms had a peerless appearance that restrained the beauty of the world. Even with the incomplete consciousness of his previous life that he had fused, he never thought that someone would have such an appearance. Yan-like touching.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on the frosty white face due to discomfort, and every time it dripped lightly, it would only paint a few strokes of thick ink on the face that was covered with thin powder, which was shocking to the eye.

Feeling helpless and uncomfortable, Master revealed the brilliant beauty that was usually hidden deeply, and it also made him have different greedy desires in his heart.

If the hug was longer, would the Master not be able to bear the heat, and some tears would hang on his long eyelashes, and Yan Shuo almost lost control after thinking about this scene for a while.

But in the end he let go of his hand according to the master's wishes, his lowered eyes casually glanced at the place where the belt was tightly tied, and he sighed in his heart.

When he first hugged him, he found that Master's waist was a little thinner.

It is probably because the master is in poor health. Although the whole body is slender and straight, there is still no flesh to grow, and only the joints support this slender figure.

After thinking too much, Yan Shuo became a little distracted, and the thoughts that had not been completely extinguished tended to rekindle.

It wasn't until the voice of "I haven't seen you for a few years, why are you a little silly?" The obscurity in Shizuo's eyes quickly faded away, and he knew that it was just the sound of his heart when he saw that the master hadn't even opened his lips.

Presumably, Master would never tell him such words, and the master-student distance between the two has always been maintained very well.

Duo Yao doesn't like being close to others because of his special physique, but this time he indulged a little because his partner was Yan Shuo, but he didn't know the reason why he hadn't been close to others for a long time, he simply felt that Yan Shuo was warmer than others.

The slight sweating made Duo Yao a little uncomfortable, and now he just wanted to take a shower first.

Seeing Yan Shuo bowed his head and said nothing, Duo Yao frowned and felt a little puzzled before he said hastily: "Senior brother should have told you about the Tianjiao battle, but this time I will go with the team. After the battle, Hong Jian The Tianjiao sent by the sect will follow me to the secular world."

"You pass this on to the head brother first, and I will discuss this matter with him in detail later."

The speed of speech accelerated unconsciously, Duo Yao really couldn't bear the sticky feeling of sweat, even a little bit made him feel uncomfortable.

He was about to leave, but he hesitated and turned around, his tone softened: "You have made great progress."

Duo Yao inspected the young man several times, his brows and eyes widened and his aura intensified. Accompanied by the slight smell of blood on the other party's body, there was an inexplicable sense of danger and coldness.

Occasionally, he pays attention to Xia Yanshuo's daily life, but he doesn't find any reason that can push him to destroy the world, so he can only tell him directly: "If someone bullies you, just tell me directly."

After speaking, he felt that the other party's talent was in his eyes, and no one could bully him, so he felt entangled.

Duo Yao frowned even tighter, but there was a smile in Yan Shuo's eyes.

Not only will he not find it funny, but he will treat Master's youthful but genuine concern as a treasure.

The person who bullied him is still there, but he is not there.

After all, it is different.

Yan Shuo's deep black eyes were filled with a lot of things at this moment, but his tone was very light: "Okay."

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