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

It took a long time for the arena to become quiet, and the teams participating in the battle gathered up again, and the sound waves in the vast crowd below gradually subsided, and the monks who were looking at them with curiosity and excitement disappeared without a sound.

All of them had solemn faces and straight bodies. They were already at the right stage of their youth, and their faces were full of vigor and vigor that belonged to the young Tianjiao.

The spectator seats located diagonally above the ring are already conspicuous, so naturally they also attracted the attention of countless people, and the monks standing quietly behind the first seat were even more eye-catching.

The friar in white clothes with jade hairpin tied his hair has an incomparably elegant demeanor, and his slightly frowned eyebrows can't hide the beauty of the world's various beauty. When people see it, it's like a mark on their hearts. Overwhelmed by the sheer beauty.

Even though they knew that judging people by their appearance was an unintentional belittlement of this sword cultivator who had a majestic aura and awe-inspiring sword intent when holding a sword, they still couldn't resist their instinctive response.

Zhang Yuan tried his best to hold back the expression on his face, so as not to lose the face of the sect, but his eyes were in a daze, not knowing where his thoughts fell.

He was dazed for a long time before he lowered his head in a daze.

His temperament complements others, even if he blocks that face, he still feels that that person is unparalleled in the world.

That eye-catching and peerless appearance seems to be just another way to present that person's brilliant and stunning essence to the eyes of the world. Compared with slowly perceiving the other person's essence, it is better to capture people's minds and give the world the most direct shock.

That person is like a precious jade, without refinement, existence is unparalleled in the world.

Zhang Yuan vaguely felt that even though he was inconspicuous among the countless arrogances, because he met that person, he was luckier than countless peerless arrogances who won the championship in later generations.

I have no regrets in this life.

After thousands of years in the world of cultivating immortals, it seems that only this one has been born. Zhang Yuan and the people who will be remembered as legends in the later generations were born in the same era, how lucky they are.

While being open-minded, Zhang Yuanyin realized something, and his cultivation had a tendency to advance.

Duo Yao glanced down, and couldn't help but cast a glance at Yan Shuo who was standing silently behind him, feeling a little worried for a while.

I don't know if it's because of him being raised crookedly, or because of the other party himself, why doesn't the son of destiny who is supposed to be Jian Zhan Ling Xiao not have the vigor and coquettishness that he should have at this stage?

As far as he knows, the Son of Destiny will be lonely all his life in the later period, and there will always be some arrogant youthful spirit in front of him. Could it be the reason why he intervenes?

Yan Shuo's heart skipped a beat when he met Duo Yao's gaze, and the heart that had been quiet in his chest was beating loudly instantly, his expression was calm but his eyes were dark.

The master is always like this, when the eyes turn lightly, there is an unknowingly sparkling look, when the slender and thick eyelashes tremble slightly, they brush against his heart like feathers, there is no way to ignore it intentionally.

"How can he be like them, more youthful and fresh?"

A familiar yet secret voice came from his ear, Yan Shuo looked at Duo Yao with his dark eyes and glanced at the Tianjiao below, the corners of his mouth lightly lifted, and he gave a helpless smile.

According to Master himself, he has an indifferent and easy-going personality, and it is impossible for the disciples who are really taught to have too flamboyant a character, but he himself has no sense of this aspect.

"Forget it, everyone has his own destiny, he has such a character, maybe he has a knot in his heart." Duo Yao thought for half, then let go.

He himself is the variable in this world, and only later will we know what kind of causal changes it will cause in the future, and Yan Shuo does not need to grow up according to his assumptions.

The Son of Destiny is different from ordinary people.

Such thoughts slipped by, but Duo Yao suddenly bent his lips, his eyes were a little less thoughtful, and against his frosty white eyelashes, a strong chill suddenly appeared.

"Junior Brother—!"

There was a shout amidst the whistling wind, Duo Yao raised his eyes and looked over helplessly, making Mang Song, who was in a hurry, stop the momentum and landed gently on the ground.

The disciples led by Hong Geng also stopped behind Mang Song. They saluted several seniors at the table, and kept their seniority behind Mang Song without taking a step.

But Hongjianzong's Tianjiao are always more eye-catching than other Tianjiao, especially Hong Geng who quietly stands behind with his head bowed, and dares not to be underestimated at all.

Seeing Duo Yao standing at the back of the first seat, Mang Song didn't hug the sword but put the sword in his body, then hurriedly grabbed his beard and stepped forward, "Junior brother, why don't you sit down?"

Duo Yao paused for a moment on Mang Song's upturned beard, then frowned and said, "Brother, you are the leader."

Seeing that Duo Yao's eyes were covering his beard with guilt, Mang Song frowned and said urgently: "It's the same for everyone who sits in the Hongjian sect. When was there an explicit order to stipulate this, junior brother, you have a high stature. The bones are weak, it's better to sit down, it's not good if you get tired."

After Mang Song finished speaking, his hands started to move, and he pressed Duo Yao's shoulder with great force, but the force around his shoulder was careful and gentle, and he pushed him onto the seat and pressed down with some ingenuity.

When Duo Yao was pressed again like a sick and weak baby, he felt helpless, and the arc of the corners of his lips was a little pampering: "Brother, this is against the rules."

There is no explicit order but there are hidden rules, why is his cultivation so high, how can he get tired after standing for a while?

Wen Nong clasped his knuckles tightly on Yu Xiao's face and said calmly: "Fellow Daoist, you can just sit down, and the rules can be changed. You are all in the same sect, and you don't have to be so clear as the elders who follow the war."

At this moment, Mang Song looked at the others, noticed the slightly disrespectful behavior before, coughed dryly, nodded and said in response: "That's right, Junior Brother, don't be so stubborn."

Duo Yao was silent for a moment, looked at Mang Song and said seriously: "I'm not stubborn."

Although everything has no rules, there are invisible laws. He is just used to following the "rules" in different environments.

The junior who raised his head and answered seriously looked a bit cute in Mang Song's eyes, ignoring that unparalleled demeanor, he was just a junior who should be protected by him.

Mang Song resisted the hand that wanted to touch the top of his junior brother's head, his handsome brows and eyes that couldn't hide his beard restrained his smile, and he said seriously: "I know."

Duo Yao looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then calmly said, "Brother, you laughed."

Mang Song instinctively touched the corner of his mouth, but was pierced by the beard. After realizing it, he couldn't help coughing dryly and tried to turn the topic over.

Yan Shuo lowered his eyes looking at the familiar atmosphere between the two.

Unable to touch the most core memory of the previous life, even if those great malice and hatred are lingering in the heart, they are always like a layer of mist, and after all, they cannot empathize with them.

Because Yan Shuo in this life has only experienced the beginning, and everything after that seems to have been blocked by the master.

I haven't experienced it, and I haven't fully integrated it.The subtle thoughts between the main soul and the sub-souls also make the differences between the two deeply hidden but always exist.

But when it comes to Master, their thoughts are almost exactly the same.

After all, it is the master, it is the existence that he can't restrain the desire in his heart, no matter how he can't empathize with him, he will be unified in front of the master.

Whether in the previous life or in this life.

As long as the other party appears, Yan Shuo firmly believes that he can't let go, even if he has experienced many evil things, he can't help but want to get close to the other party the moment he appears.

Yan Shuo is controlling himself not to be controlled by the evil thoughts surging in his heart. It is most normal for a person like Master to receive all the attention and care. It is him who is abnormal, and he is also the one who harbors evil thoughts.

Yan Shuo raised his eyes suddenly, his face was cold.

As soon as he moved his eyes, he could see the reactions of the people around him one by one.

Wen Nong glanced at him indifferently, Xia Miaolu blinked at him with a smile, Wu Xin frowned suddenly when he raised his eyes to look at him...

Closing his eyes and then opening them, Yan Shuo's eyes became darker and darker.

Phantoms appeared in front of his eyes, and the mist that separated him tended to dissipate, and he faintly felt the bloody smell so strong that it made him sick again appeared in his nose.

A lot of people, a lot of people...

They, or they, or they, all surrounded him with cold faces and sharp weapons in their hands, opening and closing his mouth, he couldn't really hear it, but there was a strong sense of dull violence in his heart.

The extremely strong desire to destroy reappeared, and the black color in Yan Shuo's eyes gradually engulfed the entire pupil, and when the last ray of light was about to be completely submerged—"Boom!"

Yan Shuo raised his hand blankly and touched his forehead, the gloomy black color in his eyes quickly faded, and the phantom he was familiar with just now dissipated, and he didn't intend to continue to explore now, but there was a bit of grievance when he stared at Duo Yao with his black eyes.

Duo Yao didn't say anything in the first place, and slowly stood up expressionlessly after retracting his hands. When his face lost his expression, only indifference remained, and the cold eyes became more and more chilling, and his lips Slightly sipping at the bottom actually brought out a bit of chilling air.

Mang Song's sword appeared in his arms again at some point, and he stood holding the sword with frown tightly, as if he could draw the sword at any time.

Xia Miaolu and the others didn't get up, but their expressions were slightly concentrating. The natal magic tools also appeared in their hands, and they looked around vigilantly.

Just now a wave of fluctuation appeared in the spectator seats, and they were tense, but finally found that this wave seemed to be aimed at Yan Shuo only, and some illusion had been cast on him, and for a moment, the momentum released by Yan Shuo made them feel cold all over. , Instinctively gave birth to fear.

There was a low air pressure in the spectator seats, and the sea of ​​people below also restrained their voices with great winking. They didn't have enough cultivation and didn't notice anything, but they also knew that something was wrong.

Duo Yao raised his right hand, and the cuff slid down to cover a little of the back of his hand, but even his exposed fingertips were pale and cold, and he restrained himself at the last moment when he summoned his natal sword.

Duo Yao paused for a moment on Yan Shuo's blushing forehead, his lips tightened, and he rarely felt a little anger in his heart.

That kind of anger transformed Duo Yao's face into a somewhat voluptuous demeanor, and when he frowned in anger, the extremely clear beauty poured out towards outsiders unconsciously.

Yan Shuo stared greedily at the rare anger on Master's body. This kind of scene would always add some indescribable charm to his mind, but now that it really appeared before his eyes, he just stared blankly. Silently greedy.

The sight of the master getting angry because of him moved his heart more than any other beautiful spring scene.

Yan Shuo muttered greedily, "Master..."

My master.

Hearing the sound, Duo Yao's brows and eyes were soft, and he comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid."

When he finished speaking, his tone turned cold, his brows and eyes were filled with a cold color, his eyelashes lifted lightly, and there was a cold and indifferent power in his eyes, and the aura of the supreme being of the fairy world above the nine heavens was faintly revealed on him.

It caused everyone to focus on Duo Yao, who was unattainable but truly magnificent.

Duo Yao's voice was slightly cold: "Master of Tianji Sect, you still haven't shown yourself?"