Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

In Guixu Mountain, outside the illusion.

The location changed from under a tree to a cave in a hidden place at the foot of the mountain.

Outside the cave was filled with mist, and the shadows of trees in the distance were like flowers seen in the fog, faintly visible, but the darkness inside the cave seemed to be real, and the gloomy atmosphere was so oppressive that one couldn't breathe.

Xie Xuan pinched Tang Huan's cheek, but his expression was more distorted than Tang Huan's, and he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "...you are trying to play me to death."

It's been a month.

Tang Huan fell asleep for a whole month, and Xie Xuan absorbed the spiritual energy for him for a whole month.

Even if he is a powerful retreater who is more distracted, and practiced desperately taking drugs, I'm afraid it can't compare with Xie Xuan's rapid progress in this month, but this is not something ordinary people can bear.

The aura passing through Tang Huan's body is like having been purified several times, each wisp is the purest essence, but it will be lost if it is full. Xie Xuan is not a natural spirit body, and the physical body in the Nascent Soul Realm also has limits.

The physical body has been scoured by spiritual energy for a month, even with Xie Xuan's powerful physical body, the skin has cracks to varying degrees.

The several-inch-long wound stretched from the end of the phoenix eye all the way to the forehead, and several bloodstains intertwined on the handsome face. The ferocious expression was like a Shura ghost crawling out of hell.

Beads of blood dripped down the outline, staining Tang Huan's long snow-colored clothes red. Xie Xuan swept his gaze over him, and said mockingly, "You're nothing. Is this a natural spirit body?"

Following the emergence of several sword spirits one after another, Baixiao Pavilion successively released information about the sword spirits in the Fengyun Monthly Report, and now the matter related to the seven sword spirits and the seven emotions has spread throughout the Three Realms.

Eighteen Caves once speculated that Tang Huan is one of the seven sword spirits, but if the sword spirit is linked to the seven emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil desire, Tang Huan does not have the characteristics of one of the seven emotions.

"It's not the sword spirit, or it may be the body of the Falling Sword." Xie Xuan didn't want Tang Huan to have anything to do with the sword spirit, and when he thought of this, he became irritated, "How long are you going to sleep, you idiot! Forget it, I'm the most benevolent Already!"

One month, it would have been unbearable for anyone else, he has already saved Tang Huan's life for a month in vain.

I have lived for more than 100 years, and I have never seen a living person being supported to death by spiritual energy. Today is a long experience.

Xie Xuan stared at Tang Huan for a while, and when the blood lines began to extend to his body, he resolutely let go of Tang Huan's wrist.

"If you don't want to wake up, then never wake up."

The spiritual energy continued to gather towards Tang Huan's already full body like crazy, while he closed his eyes and began to digest and practice beside him.

It didn't take long for Tang Huan in the illusion to feel unwell.

His body was like a big furnace, his internal organs were burned by raging flames, even his bones were no exception. The scalding heat spread all over his body, and soon turned into a tingling sensation, as if something was constantly tearing his flesh.

Tang Huan grabbed Xiao Changli's sleeve and said seriously, "Dragon meat is poisonous."

Xiao Changli was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Are you trying to rebel?"

While speaking, Tang Huan covered his chest with the other hand, and in just a moment, beads of sweat were already seeping from his forehead: "I am wronged as the Palace Master, please give me the antidote!"

"What nonsense are you talking about again..." Xiao Changli wanted to help his forehead helplessly, but his palm covered Tang Huan's forehead.

Of course Tang Huan was talking nonsense. He realized that there was finally something wrong with his body in reality. He instinctively grabbed Xiao Changli for help, but he couldn't think of a way to break out of the predicament.

Amidst the pain, he vaguely heard the phrase "that trash". After looking up, Xiao Changli's face was as calm as before, and his eyes were concerned about his situation.

"Is the palace master tired? Go back to the cave to rest first, and the subordinates will go find some pills to take care of the body."

"Are you going?"

"Subordinates will be back soon."

Hearing this, Tang Huan was alert for a moment, and his body didn't seem so uncomfortable for a while, especially when Xiao Changli wanted to get up and leave, he grabbed his hand without thinking.

"No! I... I'll just take it easy, you just stay here!"

Xiao Changli looked at his increasingly dense cold sweat, and his face became tense: "I'll be back soon."

Tang Huan's breathing became more and more rapid, he had never felt that he was so close to death, as if Xiao Changli turned around, he would explode and die!

"Take me to Fengxian Cave Mansion..."

Xiao Changli was stunned, Tang Huan had no time to care about his face, and said with a little cry: "Xiao Changli, take me there first."

No matter how stubborn he said before, at the moment of death, the person he most wanted to see was that guy, even if it was just a phantom.

However, Xiao Changli resisted for the first time, covering his eyes with his hands, and whispered softly: "Palace Master should wake up."

Tang Huan couldn't hear what he said after that, and he lost consciousness completely as he was overwhelmed by drowsiness.

Xiao Changli was about to send people out of the secret realm, when he suddenly felt the turbulent aura in Tang Huan's body calm down, he suddenly looked into the distance, his eyes pierced through the void, and saw Xie Xuan who was clasping Tang Huan's wrist again, covered in blood.

Xiao Changli's eyes moved slightly, and his arms holding Tang Huan tightened until Xie Xuan became more and more miserable, and when he seemed to be really unable to hold on, he released his arms and pushed him out of the illusion.

……

A certain cave in the deep mountains of Guixu.

Tang Huan opened his eyes in a daze, his body sank suddenly, and a bloody man was pressing on him, with a pungent bloody smell.

Lying on the ground, he turned his head blankly and barely recognized Xie Xuan's face from the bloody but three-dimensional facial features. He wanted to reach out to push, but the tentacles were wet again, and his movements froze halfway.

"...Xie Xuan?"

Tang Huan did not expect it to be him. After the sea of ​​stars, he almost forgot about this male favorite. In this situation, it is not difficult for him to guess that Xie Xuan saved his life again.

Compared with him, Xie Xuan looked weak, his body was cold, and even his breathing was very weak.

Even so, when Tang Huan spoke, he still felt the man on his body let out a long sigh of relief.

"Are you helping me protect the way during this time?" Tang Huan's tone was moving.

Xie Xuan rubbed his neck to wipe away the blood from his eyes, and cursed angrily: "If it's not me, could it be Yan Fei who dumped you?"

That said...!

Tang Huan's eyes widened, and he tried to push him again, but Xie Xuan hugged him very tightly as if he had returned from the light, the wound on his body opened, and the bloody smell in the cave became more intense in an instant.

"Don't go crazy!" Tang Huan didn't dare to move all of a sudden, and reprimanded anxiously: "Get up and heal your injuries first, this is almost dead!"

Xie Xuan murmured in a low voice: "Can you still let me hug you when the injury is healed?"

Tang Huan was dizzy from the smell of blood, and he couldn't hear what he was muttering. In the end, he couldn't take it any longer, so he forcibly pulled him aside with force, and then found a few seven-star lotus seeds in the mustard space, and stuffed them all in one go. In Xie Xuan's mouth.

"You don't want to kill you!"

Xie Xuan lay paralyzed on the ground and looked at Tang Huan quietly. When he saw the blood stains on his slender neck, his pupils trembled slightly. He turned his head and snorted coldly: "If you die, I won't be able to die."

Tang Huan: "..."

These male favorites in his harem are really annoying when they talk.

Tang Huan stopped arguing with him, performed two cleansing tactics respectively, and then used spiritual energy to heal Xie Xuan's exposed wounds.

Too many things have happened in the past two years, and he has long been familiar with treating people. When he was about to heal his body, he asked thoughtfully, "Is the sea of ​​consciousness not injured?"

Xie Xuan pointed to the wound on his face and urged: "Here! Do you have eyes?"

Tang Huan was speechless, but he didn't see that this guy really cared about his image.

Touching it lightly with his fingers, he patiently restored the hideous cracks on his face. When his handsome and extraordinary face returned to its original state, Tang Huan took a serious look at Xie Xuan's face for the first time, and put down his hand in satisfaction after a while.

"It's okay now, by the way, why are you here?"

"Looking for you."

Tang Huan choked, and said stiffly, "Why are you looking for me? I'll set you free. Don't look for me."

Xie Xuan sneered, too lazy to talk to him, got up and walked out of the cave, "Get out of this ghostly place first, although the fog here can cover up the aura, but those bald donkeys might come down to search."

Speaking of this, Tang Huan suddenly woke up, touched his cuffs and looked around, wait!What about the turtle and the little monk? ? ?

He hurriedly probed around with his spiritual sense, but the mist was like an invisible bloody mouth, swallowing everything that invaded.

Fortunately, the little monk had been following Xie Xuan from afar for a month, and when he saw Tang Huan walking out of the cave, he immediately appeared from the shadows, pretending to be calm and walked quickly towards him, which turned into a trot.

Tang Huan also found the little monk, blocked Xie Xuan who was about to kick him away, and felt relieved: "Fortunately, you are fine, do you know where the old turtle is?"

The little monk glanced at Xie Xuan and opened his mouth, but Xie Xuan interrupted suddenly, and said impatiently: "I haven't seen any old turtles, maybe they ran away long ago, you dare to pick up people or ghosts? Go out first and then talk." !"

Tang Huan shook his head: "I want to send him back to Lingxu Temple, you can go by yourself."

Hearing this, Xie Xuan turned his eyes away suddenly, his brows were cold.

For the sake of saving his own life, Tang Huan helped him out of the white mask he put on in front of the cave, and said bravely: "Baixiao Pavilion needs information about Lingxu Temple, I want to visit."

As he spoke, he transmitted voice at the same time: "I have something to do at Lingxu Temple, if you dare to expose me, I will die with you!"

Xie Xuan: "..."

Xie Xuan frowned and transmitted voice: "What are you doing at Lingxu Temple? Tired of work?!"

Tang Huan hesitated for a while, and didn't mention the matter of finding Xiao Changli, "There may be a sword spirit hidden in Lingxu Temple."

Xie Xuan's expression changed slightly, but he no longer stopped him.

In today's world, even if there is a sword spirit in the Longtan and Tiger's Lair, it will attract monks from all over the world. If there is a trace of the sword spirit in Lingxu Temple, it is indeed worth going in.

Others didn't see Tang Huan's sword that rushed out of the Sky Swallowing Clam, but Xie Xuan could clearly see it. Tang Huan, who possessed the sword spirit, was no match for him.

Xie Xuan's eyes were dark: "Which sword spirit did you subdue?"

Tang Huan coughed lightly: "...the secret must not be revealed."

Xie Xuan sneered, glanced at the little monk, parted his thin lips slightly, and a word "Tang" came to his lips, Tang Huan quickly covered his mouth, "One, the weakest spirit of fear!"

"let me see."

"Tsk, you really think I won't kill you!"

Xie Xuan was silent, and didn't ask the spirit of fear any more, instead he asked: "Which sword spirit is haunting Lingxu Temple?"

"... "

There is no sword spirit on Tang Huan's body. He knows that in a real fight, he may not be Xie Xuan's opponent. Xu Temple is courting death."

"Ha! You go with me now, and I don't care what kind of sword spirit he is!"

Tang Huan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words.

Xie Xuan didn't pay attention to his expression, and didn't have the patience to continue talking nonsense. He swept across the quiet mountain forest, grabbed Tang Huan's wrist and walked away. He looked distraught, but his voice was unusually calm: "I only planned on you, you Go practice with Lao Tzu for hundreds of years, and then go to his mother's sword spirit!"